Page 14 of Stood Up
Chapter 7
Mason
“Your body doesn’t lie.” My hand glides up her arm and to her neck, lightly tracing up and down with my fingertips. It’s the one spot on Aiden’s body where she turns into melted chocolate. Her ass presses against my straining cock. The same way it’s been since she snuck out of my bedroom. Hard for her.
Strange thing is I’m a light sleeper. Or at least I thought I was. Aiden proved me wrong there, or having her next to me allowed me to actually have a good night’s rest. Something I don’t get often because my mind is always going with work. I’m not really sure which at this point. The nights after she left weren’t as calm.
The moment I saw her, I knew I’d have her. Her body is utter perfection, and her beauty can’t be defined. But in the restaurant when she sat, it was when I watched her. Overhearing her tell the waitress she was stood up with all the confidence in the world, to me that was sexy as hell. Most of the women I know would have wallowed in a tub of ice cream and cried the night away.
Did she? Not at all. She ordered herself more to drink and a meal. When she moaned putting the food in her mouth, her lips circling around her fork, I moved and moved fast. The other motherfuckers in that place were eyeing her up, and no way in hell was I letting them have my prize. Something about her grit, strength, and overall presence pulled me to her. The fact that she didn’t need a man to have a good time and didn’t pick up and run away after getting off the phone was a huge turn on.
It all appealed to me in a big way. Not to mention when we talked, the back and forth between us made me red hot. I even loved it when she struggled within herself on whether she would come with me or not, then called Lila so I wouldn’t chop her up. That shit was funny. I can’t remember a time I laughed like that. It was quite refreshing.
I fully admit, at the very beginning, I thought it would be one night and the next morning. Then we’d part ways and go about our lives. The problem was no matter what I did over those next days, no matter where I turned, I saw her, smelled her, tasted her—felt her. Night after night I took my cock in my hand thinking of her. It was on the verge of ridiculousness.
She’s so damn hot and sexy. The funny thing is—I don’t think she even knows it. She seemed oblivious to the men’s stares at the restaurant at one point, then blushed when she put the pieces together. To be that beautiful and not know or not see it, is remarkable and intriguing to me.
I’ve always been a man who knows what he wants. No regrets. No holds barred. Controlled. Just like my company. I run it like a well-oiled machine. I’m missing that in my personal life. I’ve been missing it for quite some time. When Aiden came, it was like a light shone down on her and something higher was taking over.
Inhaling her hair, the smell is intoxicating like berries and some kind of spice. It’s the smell on my pillow that is fading, and I need to remedy that.
My hand on her stomach snakes down to the front of her skirt. The way her body quivers each time I touch her only makes me desire her more. Love that I have that effect on her because she has that effect on me, more so than anyone—ever.
Aiden’s hand comes to my wrist, and she grasps me tight. “We can’t do this here.”
Little does she know, this is the perfect place for me to spank her ass and fuck her. The walls are made with soundproof material, and all the windows have a guard on them where others can’t see in. Anyone on the outside won’t hear a thing. I like my privacy in business and pleasure.
“I think you get off on knowing someone could hear you moaning my name.” Another quake in her body. “Knowing that at any time, my secretary could use her key and get in.” Her breaths quicken. “That the people in the building across from us could look over and see me pounding into that sweet cunt of yours.”
Aiden’s knees weaken as I take her weight. God, this woman drives me to the point of insanity. My hand goes to the hem of her skirt, lifting slowly. She doesn’t stop me, which pleases me greatly. I encounter a strap, and my cock jumps.Fuck me, she has garters on.
I lick my too dry lips. The need to see her, to own her, to claim her pounds in my chest.
“What do we have here?” I croon in her ear and see her tongue dart out across her plump lips.
“I ran out of hose so I needed to wear these.”
“Just for me?” I tease.
“You know damn well I didn’t know I was coming here until after I got to work,” she charges back, some of the starch coming back in her spine. Damn, I love that. She is TNT ready to blow.
“Show me.”
“No.”
I lift her skirt using both hands. Surprisingly, she doesn’t try to get away. The fabric is tight, but I knew it would be by the way it cupped her ass so lovingly. Turning her, Aiden’s eyes are half-mast, the anger gone and only desire inside of them. Slowly, I move us to my desk. There are papers and contracts all over it, but I don’t give a shit.
I press her tight ass against my desk and receive a soft groan from her.
“Legs apart. Hands and ass on the desk,” I order and she complies, giving me the most gorgeous image that will be burned in my brain for many years to come when I sit at this desk.
Her tight shirt stops right at her stomach, leaving a scrap of black fabric that if I had to guess was a thong. Around her waist peeking under the skirt bunched up is a black lace garter belt. A hot pink bow attaches the straps to either side of her thighs. Looking down, her hose are sheer and her heels are killer. Fuck me.
My tongue burns, needing to be inside this woman. Nothing I love more than to have her taste in my mouth. After that one time, she has me addicted. I lift her so her ass is on the desk then move between her legs and kneel to the ground. I pull the damp fabric away from her pink folds.
“Are you… I don’t…” She starts and stops both times. She’s unsure, yet wants this just as badly as I do.
“Yes,” I say then lick up her pussy in one large swipe. Her knuckles latched on to the edge of the desk turn white, and the noises coming from her lips are a man’s wet dream. I leave no surface untouched inside and out. She writhes on my desk, and I hear papers crunching and ripping only adding to my need to devour her. Inhale her. Keep her as mine.
I unlatch my slacks and pull my dick out, stroking it a few times before rising and kissing her. I love the inhalation she takes as if she’s smelling herself on me and she likes it.
“I’m spanking your ass later. Now, we fuck.” A ghost of a sad smile comes across her. If I weren’t so turned on and ready to explode, I would’ve chuckled. My cock enters her warmth, sliding all the way to the hilt. My hips stop so I can enjoy the tight wrap she has around me. This is one of the best feelings in the world. The best, I’m holding out until her lips are around my cock.
Aiden falls to the desk with a thump, more papers moving, scattering to the floor, and I’m pretty sure I hear my cell phone hit the carpet. Seeing her laying on my desk open to me, taking my cock and sucking it inside her sweet body has sweat beading down my forehead, dripping down the sides of my face. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. That connection. That trust. At least with her body.
She clamps her legs around my back, hooking them and holding me tightly against her. When she comes, I have to stop because her legs contract so much I can’t move briefly with her force. After she relaxes, her eyes open wide and shock is all over her face.
Instead of talking, I lean down and kiss her, pumping out my release. Only then, do I stop kissing her because she pulls the come from my cock and the air from my lungs.
