Content Advisory: Erotic
“You, son of a bitch! How stupid do you think I am?” Athena pulled her glasses off the top of her head and tossed them hard on her desk. Switching the phone to her other ear, she cradled the receiver against her shoulder. Her office doors stood open since the law firm emptied hours ago.
“Athena, you’re overreacting.” He never raised his voice but made a habit of adopting a condescending tone. “This is just a big misunderstanding.”
“You fucking my neighbor’s nanny is not a misunderstanding. Do you want to see the video? It’s quite compelling, Clint. Very clear for nanny cam footage.” She clicked the mouse to still the frame depicting her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend bouncing the perky, little blonde on his dick. She felt so stupid. His odd behavior made sense now. “I hope to God, for your sake, she’s at least eighteen.”
She could almost hear the wheels turning in his head as he processed what she told him. She also knew until he watched the video with his own eyes, he would deny it. In this moment, she wondered what the hell she ever saw in him.
“I’m gonna come pick you up so we can talk about this, baby.”
“Don’t call me ‘baby’ and there’s nothing to talk about. This is it. This is the last time I get fucked over. I’m gonna do the fucking from here on out. In fact, I’m gonna fuck the next guy I run into.” Slamming the phone down, she gritted her teeth.
When her neighbor knocked on her door this morning, the last thing she expected was to hear their newly installed video cameras captured Athena’s boyfriend banging her nanny.
She stood and marched barefoot down the hall to the partner’s office with one thing on her mind. Two weeks ago, he promoted her to senior paralegal and let her in on the hiding place of his Chivas Regal. He told her she could help herself anytime.
Behind a filing cabinet drawer full of research material, stood the mostly full bottle of Scotch and a box of Curious George Dixie cups. She snickered to herself while grabbing a cup and lifting the bottle out. She poured a cupful and downed it. Eyes squeezed shut, she savored the burn spreading down her throat.
Her eyes watered but she took a deep breath then poured another cup. Athena put the bottle back in its hiding place before returning to her office. Slipping her feet into her shoes, she grabbed her briefcase, downed the shot, and walked out.
The alcohol dulled her anger a bit, but as she headed for the stairwell it boiled up again. She wanted to hit Clint upside the head and knee him in the nuts. How dare he do this? She played the fantasy over in her head, imagining the look on his face when she nailed him.
She laughed, without humor, as she opened the stairwell door and collided with a very broad chest. Her briefcase clattered across the cement landing and she grabbed the stranger’s arms to steady herself.
I’m gonna fuck the next guy I run into. Hadn’t she, in fact, ran into this guy? She looked up and he smiled at her. He sported a five o’clock shadow, which gave him a brooding, rugged look despite his business attire.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
She pushed him backward, letting the door swing shut behind her. Athena advanced until his back rested against the wall.
A startled look came across his expression, “What—”
She didn’t let him finish but placed a finger against his mouth, shushing him. She stared into his dark eyes, unable to look away. If there was such a thing as sexual chemistry, this was it. “This is for me. Just let it happen.”
His eyebrows rose but he didn’t protest.
“My very recent ex-boyfriend is an utter and complete asshole and you’re about to be my revenge. If you’ll let me?” She lowered the finger and laid a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.
He nodded his agreement, but his body answered as well when the bulge in his pants strained against his zipper. Warm, strong hands moved to her hips.
Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her mouth hard against his, pushing her tongue inside. The taste of peppermint, sweet and fresh tickled her senses. The kiss immediately lit her up and wetness seeped into her panties.
He held her close, grinding his erection against her belly. His teeth caught her lower lip to gently tug. Never before had she experienced such a strong urge to have a man inside her.
Reaching down, she grasped the top of his pants. Nervous fingers fumbled with the button before sliding his zipper down. She slipped her hand inside and took hold of his thick shaft, sliding up his impressive length.
He groaned and moved a hand to her breast, squeezing a nipple through her shirt.
With one twitch of his hips, the pants fell to his ankles, freeing his cock. Looking down, she watched while masturbating him and he grew larger in her grasp.
He untucked her blouse from the waist of her skirt and lifted it. Tugging a bra cup down, he exposed her heated skin to the cool air of the stairwell. With need etched across his face, he lowered his mouth to a hardened nipple, sucking lightly, his tongue rapidly flicked the sensitive tip.
The delicious pull of his mouth sent a wave of pleasure straight to her center. She squirmed and a moan escaped her. She ran a hand through his dark brown hair pulling him closer. Lifting her skirt, she bunched it above her hips—unable to wait much longer. Grateful for the easy access allowed by the thigh high stockings she wore, she eased her panties down her legs and stepped from them.
He pulled back from her nipple, mouth curving into a smirk when his eyes roamed down to her smooth pussy. He reached out, eager to touch her aroused flesh.
Knowing exactly what she needed, she grabbed his hand. “Give me two fingers,” she ordered.
He complied, holding up his middle and forefinger.
She pulled his hand between her thighs and immediately plunged his fingers into her wet cunt. She rode his hand, urging him deeper.
His thumb massaged her clit with slow rotations. With every thrust of his fingers and revolution of his thumb, her pussy tightened. Grabbing his tie, she pulled his face close to kiss him again. All of her anger and hate melted into desire, raging through her body at lightning speed. The excruciating need to come peaked and she pushed his hand away.
“I want your cock inside me when I come.” Athena turned around and reached between her thighs for his dick. With her four inch heels on, her ass lined up perfectly with his cock. Fisting his hot flesh, she guided the thick head into her passage. Wrapping her fingers around the handrail, she used it for leverage to impale herself.
He filled her completely, stretching the walls of her dripping cunt. On the very edge an epic orgasm, his thick shaft nudged her into the abyss.
Slipping a finger between her soft folds, she pressed down on her clit. With the same effect of hitting a detonate button on a bomb, she exploded. Her cries echoed through the empty stairwell. Her view of the floor below blurred while her body seized. Her pussy clenched his cock like a vise, greedily sucking it into her depths.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, digging his fingers into her hips.
With a white knuckle grasp, she held onto the handrail and pulled away only to slam back against him with such force her teeth clattered together. She established their rhythm of fast, deep strokes, taking all of him. She rode him like this was the last time she’d ever have a cock inside her.
A deep growl sounded behind her, causing her to peer over her shoulder. Her unknown lover’s eyes closed, his jaw tense with need. He wrapped an arm around her waist and bucked into her deep, holding her still. His cock pulsed and his hot release seeped into her.
Neither of them moved for several seconds while they both caught their breath.
He pulled out, stumbling back. “Good, God.”
Athena stood up and pulled her skirt down, smoothing the wrinkles out. She fixed her bra then buttoned her shirt. She bent to retrieve her panties from the floor and spotted a business card next to his shoe. She held it up. “Is this yours?”
He nodded.
“You weren’t half bad, sweetheart.” She tucked her panties into his shirt pocket. “I just might call you for a repeat performance.” Smiling, she grabbed her briefcase and walked down the stairs to her car.
Look for Melissa’s next short story on February 28, 2011!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
Wow, just..wow. I think you just wrote every pissed woman's dream fuck! That's a hell of a great way to find revenge and I love the fact he didn't stop her!
ReplyDeleteWOOOOOW!! that was great!! *snaps*
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