The Boy Next Door (11 page)

“I hadn’t thought of that before, Brad. I guess having you around is a good thing.” I was only teasing him. “I just have to make sure that this doesn’t become personal.” I don’t think that was going to be an issue, considering that I really didn’t like him to begin with. He was a nice package and there was no denying that he had a physique that would probably be better on somebody else. He was arrogant, cocksure of himself and those were not attractive qualities in my opinion.

I was going to call him and cancel, but I thought it best that I should at least hear him out. I stood at my window, overlooking the city that I loved. It cost me a small fortune to have this office, but it was worth it to have the kind of view that greeted me every morning. I sometimes found myself getting in early, just so that I could see the sun coming over the buildings. It was enough to think that I was just a small part in this thing we call life. I sighed in contentment and then I took a deep breath to steel myself for the day ahead.

I was going to change, but that would only send mixed messages to a man that thought he had all the cards in his favor.

I waited until five minutes before he was going to pick me up and then I slowly made my way down to the lobby. I was maybe a few minutes late and he looked quite perturbed and that made me smile inside.

“Has anybody ever taught you punctuality, Miss McKenzie? It’s very rude to make somebody wait. Never mind, it doesn’t matter and our reservations isn’t until six-thirty. That gives us plenty of time to get over there. I hope you like Italian.”

Actually, Chinese was my favorite, but Italian was second to none. I often found myself making my own pasta sauce on the weekends, as a way to while away the time. It also let my creative side come out and play. I had a delicious recipe for a Fettuccine Alfredo that would melt in your mouth. Add a few shrimp to that recipe and it became something decadent.

“I just want to reiterate that this is a business supper.” I don’t know why I had to say that, but I thought it best that we got that of the way from the very beginning. I did find that he was a gentleman. He opened my door and allowed me to slide into the passenger side. You could tell that he was trying to make up for some kind a shortcoming. This red sports car was a cry for help and most likely some kind of midlife crisis. He didn’t look like he was old enough to have a midlife crisis and what I could see of his equipment outlined behind his zipper made me think that there was no reason for him to be feeling shortchanged.

We arrived at the restaurant and I had to admit that it was very tasteful and not at all something that I would frequent. It was formal and I was still trying to save every dime, so that I could go on vacation when those frigid winter months arrived. Two weeks down in Cuba was my way of recharging and then I would be able to come back and face a new set of problems and clients that were clamoring to get me to take their case.

“I’ve arranged a private table in back, so that we can have privacy and go over everything that we need to go over. Just don’t forget about the food. The chef is a personal friend. He would take offense to us not enjoying ourselves.”

I shrugged my shoulders, not quite knowing how he wanted me to respond. I followed him. It was a place with tablecloths on top of the table which was followed by the faint glow of a candle on each table. There was a server that was just going around with a bottle of ice water.

There was a moment there that I had undressed him with my eyes and maybe that was his way of using a different form of seduction. He was using the ambience and the atmosphere around us to make me more complacent to his requests. At first, I felt a little overwhelmed, but then I decided to let the business woman in me take over.

I couldn’t help but notice that he was staring at my chest and I have to admit that god did bless me in that department. I tend to unbutton the first couple of buttons, just to make a man look at me. It didn’t matter if it was in the courtroom or in the boardroom; I always had a way to turn the advantage my way.

I had the Primavera and it wasn’t as good as I made, but it was very close. When the dessert arrived, we had gone over five pages of the fifty page document. He was being reasonable, but he was also trying to get his way.

The dessert was this cherry tart that melted in my mouth. If there was chocolate combined, then I probably wouldn’t have a need for sex. Mmm. As I was thinking about sex and in that scenario, I could see Mister Young in a more personal way. I stripped away all of his pretenses and his clothes in that order. I could envision him in his birthday suit.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted that you are staring at me, Vivian.” This was the first time that he had used my first name and I didn’t even know that we were on a first name basis. “I will admit that your unwillingness to take a bribe was not something that I was expecting. Everything about you is different than what I imagined. I thought that since you were this one woman army that you would be willing to play ball. I was a little disappointed, but I was also quite aroused.” This came out of left field and it was so casual that it almost seemed natural. “I find you very desirable and I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment that I got a whiff of your perfume.”

“Um, I can’t say that I’m not flattered, but I don’t think it’s a good idea that we mix business with pleasure.” I was actually thinking it was a great idea and I knew that I had one in the chamber that needed to be released. I hadn’t had sex in over three months and there’s just so much that I could do with my fingers and well placed toys

I felt his foot grazing my leg and I could’ve stopped him, but I didn’t want to. I felt this catch in my throat and I touched my neck to feel the heat that was being generated between the two of us. I was flushed, my hands clammy, uncomfortable in my own skin.

“I think that we can table these contract discussions until tomorrow.” The temperature had risen and it wasn’t because anybody had touched the thermostat. “I like you. You’re unlike anybody that I’ve ever been with. Women tend to submit to me and you can imagine how old that can get. I get the sense that you can give as good as you get and that is quite intriguing. It might be just you’re sensual eyes talking, but I see you as a sexual creature that can’t be tamed.”

His blue eyes were piercing and I felt completely overpowered by the physical presence of the man.

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never even imagined that we could have more than a professional relationship. I guess it’s true about strange bedfellows.” I was playing his game. I was touching his hand and I was circling the back of it with my thumb. This seemed to give him the green light to go further than he already had. He had taken off his shoe and was now using his feet to push up along my pant leg. This was when I wished that I had changed and put on something a little bit more accessible.

“I think that we should take this to my penthouse. We can have a drink and look at the stars on my balcony. Whatever happens from there is between two consenting adults. If you haven’t guessed it, Vivian, I’m saying that I would like to sleep with you. I won’t put any pressure on you, but I think that you’re feeling the same thing.”

Chapter three

We were in the elevator and he was standing beside me and that he was standing behind me and then his hands were on my shoulders. I felt him kneading the muscle and I was feeling very relaxed and ready to explore just about anything. One hand moved down to the small of my back. That had always been a secret erogenous zone for me. I made this involuntary moan and I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. He was making me very susceptible. My body was now telling me that there was no way that I could go home with a specimen of man like that ready to be devoured.

He moved those hands around the front and I could see them underneath my white blouse. He was cupping my breasts and giving them a healthy squeeze. He pulled down the cups, so that he could reach my eraser point nipples.

“I don’t think that we should…”

“Vivian, I think we should, and I think that we’re gonna. There’s no reason to be nervous. Just let it happen and stop thinking about it.”

He was making a valid argument and I could feel the pressure of his package pressed up against my backside. I began to rub up and down against it, essentially making my panties moist to the touch. My slit was going to be so fucking wet that there would be practically no resistance.

I’d never even considered doing it in an elevator, but now that he had broached the topic, I could see something very sensual about doing it in a public place. I swallowed hard, as he began to insinuate his fingers into the waistband of my pants. I looked down to see that he had undone the button and was now unzipping me. He didn’t pull my pants down, but he did allow his fingers to do the walking.

I felt them slinking into my virginal lace white panties. I pushed my head back against his shoulder and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure that he was inflicting on me. There was definitely a chemical reaction happening here. When he touched my slit, I almost felt like my legs were going to buckle out from underneath me.

“That’s it; let me make you feel good.” I was feeling a lot more than good. When he entered me with that first finger, I thought that I was going to pass out completely.

“Damn it, I don’t wanna be a bad girl, but it feels too good to make you stop.” My voice was raspy and I could feel his oversexed state behind me. It was a wonder that he was able to keep it in his pants.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers. I want to feel your cream and I want you to know that I was responsible for giving you that kind of pleasure. You want that to and it doesn’t matter how much you fight it. Business is business, but this has nothing to do with business. This is all about you and I finding a bit of pleasure in a world of chaos.”

He was whispering into my ear as I reached back to find that he was not content with his cock trapped in his pants. He had released the eight inch serpent and I was able to wrap my fingers around that heated flesh and give it some tentative strokes.

“I want to cum… I want to cum, so badly that I can taste it in the air. Give me that first orgasm and I will be your slave for life.” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth and then he touched me in the very spot that opened up the floodgates “AHHHHHHHHH.”

I was pulling at his tool and that love muscle was drooling something fierce down the sides. He was obviously getting a lot out of finger fucking me and he wasn’t the only one. My climax was enough to make me see stars. I trembled to his touch and I was completely powerless to do anything. It was an amazing feeling to let myself feel again.

He didn’t stop and he was now using his finger in a corkscrew formation to find my g spot. I didn’t think it was even possible that I could have a multiple climax without the vibration of my 8 inch Elvis plumbing my depths. He had proven me wrong, but this time I bared down on my knuckle with my teeth. My moans were captured and stifled, but the intensity of that climax was unlike anything that I’ve ever had.

He had his hands wrapped around my waist to prevent me from falling to the floor. I needed a few moments to catch my breath.

“If I hadn’t witnessed that with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. You were very responsive, Vivian. If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re also delicious.”

I turned my hazy vision towards his face and saw that he was sucking his finger. He was making this face that could only be described as bliss. I bit my bottom lip and I knew that this was just a prelude to better things to come.

He had somehow stayed the course and I could see and feel for myself that his rampant state needed its own release. I don’t usually find myself in this position, but I knelt to the floor to see what I was working with up close and personal. It was magnificent and if I could envision the perfect cock, then he would have it. It was thick and enough so that I could barely wrap my fingers around the entire thing. The knob was flared and this was the first time that I’ve ever seen a White one. I was mesmerized and I couldn’t get over the differences in contrast in our skin color.

He allowed me to explore, touching him inappropriately, but also knowing that he was never going to complain about anything that I did. I licked the tip and felt it jerk and move with a life of its own. I held his balls and I knew that they were overflowing and that sooner or later that pressure would have to be relieved in some way.

It had this slight curve and it made me take a breath, knowing full well what that would feel like inside me. I hadn’t found many like him, but those that I did had made their mark. It was those that I kept in a black book and I would call upon it when I was in need. Three months had been a long time and I was close to using those resources. I didn’t want to be too anxious, because they might see that as more than what it is. I just wanted a booty call. I wanted no strings attached with them leaving right after we were finished.

“I love what you’re doing, Vivian, but maybe this can wait, until we get back to my room.”

He’d taken me out of my comfort zone, so I thought it was fair that I do the same thing in return. I slipped my red coated lips over the crown and I felt the spongy head on my tongue. I continued the forward motion, until it was tapping at my throat.

To excite me further, I had reached below me and started to play with myself. It was just enough to make me want to complete what I started.