Fool Like You (6 page)

8

Alice
Lively

There
is a huge smirk on my face when my phone rings and I see that it
’
s Mr
Dyer. Even though I am exhausted and in need to go home, take a shower and
sleep tight, this call is made of gold. Patience pays off eventually.

I let
the phone rings three time, thinking I might let him burn.

S.L.O.W.L.Y.

I might
go as far as not picking up. That would be like hitting the jackpot. But I can
’
t bring
myself to not knowing why he calls. I am so eager so hear his trembling voice,
begging me to make peace
–
I
’
m
almost sure this will never happen, but a girl can dream, can
’
t she?

“
What do
you want?
”
I say, full of myself, watching my reflection
in the mirror as I bite on the tip of a pencil.

“
Oh. I
am sorry Ms Alice,
”
he says calmly.
“
I hope
you
’
re not
busy. I know you
’
re working after hours, but
there is something I need from you.
”

“
Oufff,
”
I sigh
impatiently.
“
And what would that be?
”
So we
’
re not
talking about the previous conversation about panties and credit cards anymore?

B.O.R.I.N.G.

Come to
think of it, panties and credit cards might be what all this world is about.
Everything that happens to us everyday either starts or end with panties and
credit card.
Morbid thoughts, you have Ms Alice.
I tell myself.

“
I am on
my way out and I was checking some papers that need your signature or I won
’
t be
able to attend a certain meeting tomorrow. I know I should
’
ve done
this before but I couldn
’
t reach you all day.
”
He
says casually.

“
I am
the one who--" I almost choke on the pencil in the middle of my sentence.
I was going to tell him that I am the one who couldn
’
t reach
him
all day. What am I thinking? Is this what he is trying to trick me
into?
“
You
couldn
’
t reach
me because you locked yourself in your room all day, not allowing any of us to
enter it. What were you doing. Jerking off to my picture?
”
I say
in one breath, my hand touching my blouse. I wanted to touch all the lingerie I
bought with his credit card now
–
I
checked the files and hour ago and learned that he refunded the money to Mr
Donovan and paid for them himself. It feels so powerful wearing them, knowing
that he paid for them.
You go girl, being feisty and such.

“
Please,
Ms Alice,
”
He sounds sincere and weakened, which is really
strange.
“
Let
’
s put
yesterday behind us. It was a
…”
he swallows.
“
A
glitch. A beautiful glitch. Now can you come down to the garage and sign the
papers for me before I go?
”

“
You
’
re in
the garage?
”
I am not commenting about this beautiful glitch
thing because somehow I don
’
t like him being sincere at
all. The confusion caused the words to slur in my mouth.

“
Yes. I
told you I was about to leave. If you can
’
t, we
can also do it tomorrow morning.
”

“
So you
’
re not
going to call in sick tomorrow, right?
”
I
return to my edgy voice. I don
’
t know why, but I feel like
pushing his buttons to see if he is bluffing, if playing sincere is just one of
his games.

“
No. I
will not. So see you tomorrow
—“

“
Wait,
”
I
stand up.
“
I am coming down right now. I was going to go
home anyway. I am finished. Wait up,
”
Don
’
t sound
so freaking eager girl! And what
’
s with
that playing nice all of a sudden? You hate the bastard.

For a
minute, I am stranded in front of the mirror. Something here is not quite
right. Was this Sebastian Dyer on the phone? Did he chicken out like all other
men I know that I can manipulate once we have sex?

This
isn
’
t
right. I have to go down there see what
’
s the
hell is going on.

9

Sebastian
Dyer

Once I
hear her footsteps in the empty garage underground, I hide behind the van
parked next to me, knowing that she will easily spot my Lexus. Hearing her
footsteps reminds of her sexy shoes. I call them the Fuck Me shoes. I shrug and
take a deep breath, loosening my tie. I watch her rub her arms against the
colder temperature down here, wishing she
’
d
brought something to slip over her arms. When she arrives at my open car I see
her wonder where I am, but she doesn
’
t call
out for me. I get closer and grab her arm, jerking her sideways into the
shadows between the garage
’
s wall and the van. Before she
makes a sound, I clip my hand over her mouth and drag two step into the shadow
of the van so no one see us.

Alice
struggles in my arms but my grip is implacable. I like feeling dominant. Hell.
I am almost addicted to that feeling, feeling my hands like iron bars across
her body, and thinking of her as my prisoner. Her smell is driving me crazy I
sniff her hair like a dying fish out of water longing for oxygen.

Even
though I like to be dominant
–
and have done crazier things
–
I am
surprised of my urge and need toward her that drives me to act so recklessly. I
mean, a garage, risking the sandal if seen together? What if she screams? If
she does. I
’
ll let her go. But she doesn
’
t. I
can tell she recognizes me immediately, waiting to see what surprise I have for
her. I always give her the chance to say no, to fight me, to kick my ass
–
which
I know she is capable of.

She
stomps down as she kicks my leg. I let out a small cry and turn her around
against the wall and stare at her fucking beautiful face. The way she looks at
me makes harden even more. I crash my lips against hers, pinning her body
against the wall. I let go from her lips to take another look in her daring eyes.
My cock throbs against her abdomen then I crash against lips again. Those lips
taste so fucking good, I think as I thrust my fingers into her hair. I want her
so close to me, closer than she thinks, closer than I could bare, and closer
than the laws of physics allow.

Like
every time, Alice surprises me. She pulls me even closer from my hair. This gal
is fond of my hair. She loves to play with it, pull, and loves it when it looks
like I just came out of hairdresser
’
s oven.

This is
so fucked up. This so insane. This shouldn
’
t be
happening at all but it is, and the freakish forces of our bodies talk their
talk now without permission of the mind.

But I
can
’
t stand
the intensity whenever I pull back and look into her powerful eyes. I hate her.
I despise her. She gets on my nerves, and I can
’
t
resist her, and I don
’
t want her to know that can
’
t.

“
Let me
see those panties you bought, naughty girl,
”
I say
and turn her around again. She resists for a moment but I am way stronger. She
throws her head back trying to hit me in the face. I avoid her and chuckle,
twisting her arm behind her back. Just a little so he admires my strength but
not to hurt her. Then she stomps her feet again, trying to hurt my balls with
her high heels Fuck Me shoes. My cock hardens so intensely I think I might lose
it and come in pants. No one has ever done such a thing to me. Who the fuck
does she think she is? I snake her soft leg between mine and tighten my grip on
her wrist. Now I own her. She can
’
t move.

“
If you
don
’
t let
me go, I
’
ll scream,
”
She
muffles. But she doesn
’
t scream. If she really want me
to go, she
’
ll scream.

“
Everything
about you drives me mad,
”
I whisper in her ear and
breathe into her neck. I feel her body clench to my words.
“
The
fuck in the conference room doesn
’
t count.
I need to smell you and taste you again.
”
I find
my self kissing her neck softly.
What the fuck is wrong with me? This is not
a tender fuck. I am just exorcising her out of my veins. Be rough!
The
thought ends up with me slightly turning the kiss into a bite in her neck. Just
a slight one. She moans to it and my world shatters.

I am so
screwed, unable to control myself. I lift up her skirt from behind, and press
her harder to the wall before my hand moves up the back of her sighs under her
skirt. I rake her soft skin with my fingernails, wanting almost to scratch but
I don
’
t. She
makes me want to do bad things to her but never wanting to really hurt her
which drives me insane. She growls and squeeze her but as a reply and spread
her cheeks and thrust forward with my zipped pants, indulging in the pleasure
of feeling her with my cock. She moans again. It turns me on and on and on. But
she surrenders, in a way, arching her hips back I almost feel she wants to kill
me with that move.

When
she does that, I know she is more into it now, so I set her free and allow her
to turn around, staring into my eyes. It
’
s a
precious moment. She could slide herself from between me and the wall behind
her and just walk away. And she knows what I am doing, still staring at me with
a mixture of love and hate, disgust and lust.

I see
her eyes fixed on my lips and can
’
t but
lick my lips. I want to feel her mouth on me but I giving her a chance to pick
her move.

Finally,
she arches closer against my body, and I feel my world sing and dance. She
moves her hands across my torso touching my silky shirt
–
I had
already taken off my coat and left it in the car. She starts sliding her
fingers through the shirt. This is not good. Her touch is tearing me apart.

I grab
her hands and stretch them high above her head. I am firm about it. She has to
know that as thrust my legs between her thighs and let her feel my manhood in
between. She moans breathlessly again.

“
That
’
s
right,
”
I
smirk, allowing her legs to snake my hips as a I press her harder against the
wall for balance. I suck and nibble on her neck again. Slowly, we
’
re
going to get there where I want. But I am going to get there alone. She going
to come with me, so she gives me all she
’
s got.

I free
one of her hands, allowing her to rest it on my strong shoulder, and thrust two
fingers inside her immediately. I always have trouble passing her panties into
her core. No matter how many panties she wears and how expensive, I find my way
through.

She
tries not to let out a groan by grabbing my neck tighter with her free hand,
her head on my shoulder as I still hold her about off the floor. I am literary
sweeping her off her feet.

I keep
fingering her. It
’
s such a pleasure to me. She is
much wetter than yesterday. My intensity drives her mouth to nibble on my neck.
I think she my bite me any time soon.

Instead,
she goes for my lips, lacing her hand into my hair. I let ago of her other hand
and now she embraced me and the kisses almost deprive me from breathing.

I keep
fucking her with my fingers, circling in her clit.

I step
back and let her down on her feet. The move shocks and she feels like the
intensity is broken suddenly.

“
On your
knees,
”
I
demand. She growls, clenching her teeth with anger in her eyes. I like to tease
her. She tries to dare me by looking longer at me but I don
’
t
flinch.
“
I want
to feel that perfect mouth around my cock before I fuck you hard.
”
I say.

I swear
I could see her giggling secretly behind her eyes.

“
Not
before you go down on me first,
”
She says, panting.

What
the fuck? She is bossing me around? No one has ever dared me like that. I have
to admit that this is so sexy as hell. Who is this woman? Did she just say
that? That was so hot! I want to go down on her so hard she forgets her name.

I kneel
down on my knees
–
which I haven
’
t ever
done before for anyone. I move my lips slightly over her expensive panties and
start nibbling around with my tongue while gripping the panties with one hand.
I was planning to take my time with this move, but when I hear her moan I rip her
panties away and tuck them in my pocket. She rested one of her feet on my
shoulder as a reaction to my movement. I part her lips with my thumb and 
middle finger then let my tongue visit her clit. She just tastes so good. Her
hands thrust into my hair from the sensations. I feel her whole body shivering
with anticipation as I enter her with my tongue, tasting her on me. She gasps,
loud enough her voice echoes in the garage. That
’
s when
I know that I don
’
t give a damn if we get caught
right now. Nothing in the world could stop me from her now. Nothing.

She
tastes so good I could just be doing this all night. But even if she moans, I
want to hear more from her so I pressure a little more. Just a little.

“
Fuck,
”
she
hisses, and I don
’
t.
“
Fuck.
”
She
moans. And oh, her moaning feels so good in my ears.

But she
doesn
’
t stop
at that. Her legs start to throb violently as she comes once I release my mouth
from her. But no she wouldn
’
t let me go. She pulled my face
against her pussy as she came. I have never met a woman like her.

I stand
up and look her in the eyes. She understands my demand and quickly reached for
my belt and pulls out my cock. I usually take my time to smooth in but I was
out of control. I quickly thrust inside her, feeling her back arch backwards and
her chin touching my nose. She screams as she wraps her legs around my hips
with her back against the wall. I could feel her chest breathing up and down
against mine. I had slid my right hand behind the back of her head so she hits
my palm instead of the concrete of the garage
’
s wall.
She is enjoying herself ecstatically. I don
’
t
advise her to ease down because I can
’
t ease
down myself, thrusting harder inside her.

When
she faces me, she looks in my eyes for a tiny moment and then bites my neck.

Holy vampire
fucking sweet thing!

The
bite sends a rush through my body and I thrust faster and harder. I pull her
back from her hair and stare into her eyes.
 I am the boss here. Not you. I
do the biting!

Surrendering
to my pull, she clenches her legs tighter around me so I don
’
t slow
down my thrusting. I am already feeling euphoric, meeting my own climax as I
loosen my grip and bury my face in her neck. It
’
s so
confusing, yet amusing, how in one minute I enjoy pulling her hair and in the
other I enjoy groaning against her neck like a baby, pulling her eyes tighter
as I literary sweep her off her feet again. The way she depends on me so she
doesn
’
t fall
lets me come hard and sudden inside her.

Her
legs slide down to the floor as I don
’
t pull
my hands off her ass, catching what
’
s left
of my breath, wondering if I am going to faint or something. Of course, I do my
best not to show her.

Sh
pushes me away to lift up her dress as I lean back against the van with my
member still out. I don
’
t really care if anyone sees us,
and that
’
s very
strange. I mean I have been blunt about my attitude, but not so scandal.

She
turns around to walk away as if I am some whore. I pull her back.
“
Where
do you think you
’
re going?
”
I
groan.

“
Oh,
”
she
smirks.
“
You
want me to pay you, handsome,
”
she rubs my chin with her
other hand.