More Than Tolerable ~ Chapter One

Content Advisory: Fast, hard m/f sex.

 Chapter One

Tom

 Bodies pressed up against Candice, shoving her closer to the bar when she tried to leave the stool. I reached an arm out to protect her from the worst of the crush. “Candy, let me see you home. You shouldn’t try to make your way alone.”

 Her buzzed smile and feeling-no-pain expression a sure sign we should have had dinner when the bartender offered us menus an hour ago.

 “No worries, Tom. I’m good,” she stumbles a bit and lands face first into a meaty looking guy. The grin on his face shows he’s not angry at her slip. “My, you’re big,” she says while pushing blond hair out of her face. “Want to help me get a cab?”

 The large man opens his mouth to respond then catches sight of the nasty look on my face. “Maybe next time, beautiful.”

 I nod my thanks to him while trying to steer my more than tipsy co-worker out of our department’s favorite after work bar. “But, Tom,” she whines, “he looked hot. Lemme get his number.”

 “You’ll thank me later, Candy.”

 The cool fall air smacks into us both, jolting me with a little much needed wake me up. Hopefully, it will have the same affect on my fellow accountant. “But, he looks like a real man. Not some numbers crunching sod like us.”

 I try to ignore the brush of annoyance I feel at being lumped together in a category of “non-real men” because of my chosen profession. “Yeah, and I’m sure he’ll call you in the morning, too.”

 “Not fair, Tom. Last guy I picked up called me.” I hail a taxi and pour us both in. “But he turned out to be dumb.” She snorts at a remembered memory while I tell the cabbie her address. In the ensuing silence she whispers, “He called me the wrong name during sex.”

 I resist the urge to shake her for her stupidity. I know first hand she has a solid mind and a sharp wit. It’s the alcohol getting to her, but it’s getting to me too, and the mere mention of sex has my cock growing in my suit pants. She settles snug against my side, hugging my arm. “Tom, have you been working out?”

 Her grasping fingers massage my bicep through my jacket, “I’ve always worked out, Candy.” I try to pry her fingers off but she squeals and makes to tickle me. Bad move. Her quick hands graze my swollen dick and she freezes.

 “Tom, do you want me?”

 I suppress the sigh aching to burst forth. I’ve wanted Candy from the moment we teamed up on the Stringer account six months ago, but had to wait for the right time. And partially drunk is not the right time. “Candy, let’s just get you home. We’ve both been drinking and I don’t want us to do anything we may regret later.”

 She nips playfully at my ear, “How could I possible regret fooling around with you? We could be friends with benefits. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

 “While the idea sounds excellent, I’m not so sure it ever works for people.”

 Her previously frozen hand is now mobile, stroking my cock through the fabric. Dear God, are we almost at her building? I’ve go to get her off me and out of this cab before I come in my pants.

 “We could make it work, Tom.” She pulls her hand from my prick and turns my face to hers in a kiss, “We could try.”

 The taxi lurches to a stop, breaking the spell a mere moment after our lips touch. I fish out the cash to pay the driver, deciding to walk her to her door. Maybe we could make this work. I admit I want more from her, this might be a good start.

 She grabs my hand and playfully drags me past her doorman. I nod at the man, feeling a shit eating grin spread across my features. “Come on, Tommy,” she slurs, “let’s go have some dinner at my place.”

 The walk through the lobby doesn’t cool our heat and the moment the elevator doors whisk shut Candy is on me like a tick on a dog. Her full mouth crushes to mine and manicured nails rake through my hair.

 “God, Tommy, I’m so freakin’ hot right now. Want to do it here in the elevator?”

 “As good as that sounds, I think we should wait.”

 “Pfff…you’re no fun, Tommy.” She reaches for my zipper and has my cock out in her hot little hand before I can grab her wrist. The elevator pings and the doors slide open ten floors shy of her level. I wrap my arms around my curvy, drunken co–worker and pin her to me, not wanting the older man who just stepped in the car to see my dick hanging out.

 He glances at us briefly then stands to the other side. Dressed in workout gear, it’s safe to assume he’s going to the gym on the penthouse floor.

 Candy giggles but shoves my cock back in my pants and zips me. The rasp of metal on metal brings a sharp look from the man, but his head remains straight ahead ignoring us.

 We finally arrive at Candy’s floor and rush off the elevator. Adrenaline floods through my body and I swear, if she asks I’m going to go in and fuck this horny woman senseless.

 “Tom? Want to come in?”

 I move behind her while she’s jiggling her key into the lock and wrap myself around her slight frame. Planting kisses along her neck I give the only answer my fired up body will allow, “I’d love to.”

 The moment the door closes behind us it’s a mad dash to see who can get their clothes off fast enough. Glimpses of black underwear and toned limbs whir through my alcohol fogged brain.

 Candy giggles while stumbling to her bedroom. She switches on the bedside light and tosses me what she thinks is a sexy smile, but looks more like a slight sneer. “Come and get me, Mr. Super Accountant.”

 I hesitate in the doorway. My body rages to barrel forward and take her up on her offer before she changes her mind, but my big head gets the best of me. “Are you sure, Candy? You want to take this step?”

 She reaches down between her legs and starts to finger fuck her pussy. “If you aren’t interested, I’ll do it myself.” I approach the bed, a determined expression on my face. “Good boy, I knew you’d come around.”

 Climbing across the mattress, I crawl on my hands and knees to cover her lithe form. Her hips thrust up to meet mine, and grasping hands pull me down. “Now, Tom. I want you now.”

 “Whoa, slow down. We need protection.”

 She giggles and twists to the side, reaching in the nightstand drawer to pull out a small foil square. Candy tears it with her teeth, her face scrunching up. “Ewww… spermicide tastes like crap.”

 Taking the torn package from her, I remove the latex and sheath my cock as fast as possible.

 “Get it in, get it in, get it in…” she chants. “Oh…” she moans as I thrust in, burying deep in her snatch, “that’s right.”

 The orders start flying before I have a chance to slow her down: “Faster!” “Harder!” “Slam that dick in me!”

 Thrusting my hips in a frenzy, I try to fulfill each request the moment it’s uttered. The hot muscles of her pussy grip my length, and the speed combines with my buzz to push me toward the finish before I’d like.

 “I’m close, Candy. I need to slow down.”

 “No! More! Fuck me harder!”

 Nails rake down my spine and hot hands grab my ass, pulling me closer despite my desire to wait. Her feet splay on the bed, pushing her hips up to pump me when I hold back.

 The sensations overwhelm my control and my orgasm steams past the gates. A loud moan spills from my mouth while I try to keep the pace up a little longer, hoping to bring her as well. “Are you close?”

 But Candy’s quiet. A glance reveals her eyes are drifting down, and I can feel her hips have stopped thrusting. “Candy?”

 “Umm?”

 “Did you come?”

 “Are we done? Gosh, I’m sleepy.”

 I roll to the side, grabbing some tissues to clean up. I think this may have been a very bad idea. She doesn’t even seem to be aware I came. “Candy?” I say, while fitting my body snug against her back. “Would you like to feel my mouth? Or my hand?”

 “Nah, ‘s all good,” she slurs while turning on her side to pillow an arm under her cheek.

 In a moment her breathing deepens and I’m left wondering what the hell to do. That was singularly the worst orgasm, if any orgasm can be bad, I’ve ever had. It felt like she wasn’t even experiencing the act with me—more like ordering, using, and then losing interest.

 “Don’t worry, Tom,” she says softly. “It was tolerable.”

 Tolerable? Did she just call our sex tolerable? I roll away to stare at the ceiling. Crap. I may have blown my one and only chance with her. Maybe I should try and bring her around with my hand? It’s only a little after eight; she can’t be that tired yet.

 Resting a hand on her hip, I savor the smooth softness of her skin. A small mew escapes her and her hips rock a little in a slight movement. Feeling emboldened by her response, I ease closer to rest against her back while sliding my fingers inward, toward her belly button.

 Her bottom leg pressing to the bed is straight, while the top one lies bent at the knee and cocked, allowing room for me to ease down between her slick folds. Her tiny nubbin is still aroused, when I flick it softly she moans.

 Sliding to bracket the aroused peak of flesh, I slowly stroke the heated skin next to her clit, mindful of how sensitive it may be. The swollen lips of her pussy hug the contours of my thick fingers, causing my cock to stir against her ass.

 Keeping my pressure light, I force my pace to a snail’s crawl. The idea here is to wake her up slowly and then drive her to a huge orgasm. The wet heat of her fills the air and her musky scent wraps around me.

 “Oh….” she whispers while tossing her head on the pillow. Her bare neck lures me and I bow to plant kisses along its length. “Mmm….” Sensing a shift in her, I tilt back allowing her to roll onto her back. Her hard nipples point to the ceiling and her legs spread for easier access.

 Candy’s eyes are still closed, but her movements encourage me to continue. Propped on an elbow, I lean over to capture one peak in my mouth. Laving it with my tongue, a thrill zips through me when she arches up to press herself deeper into my heat.

 A sigh escapes her and she softly utters, “Johnny…”

 I don’t know who this dream lover is, I’ll have to ask her later, but I don’t intend to stop now. Within a few moments her movements become more frantic, hips gyrating in small tight circles on the bed, her head lashing from side to side.

 “Oh, God, your tongue feels so good on my pussy.”

 Hmmm… it’s apparent now she is in the throws of a dream and not going to wake up for round two like I’d hoped. But I intend to give her pleasure however I can, as long as she’s not saying no.

 Circling her clit in soft, delicate strokes leaves Candy gulping for breath while her muscles tense. I pull my fingers away from the hot button and skim her inner thighs, hoping to make her relax and stop chasing the feelings.

 Two or three deep breaths later she calms a bit, thrashing a bit less and not holding herself as tight.  Reaching back to her slit I run two fingers along her wetness, coating my fingers. I tickle a bit at her opening to see if I should proceed, when a sexy whimper full of want bubbles forth.

 Needing no more proof, I plunge the wet digits deep and curve them upward, seeking the squishy spot at the top front I know is there. Candy arches off the bed, dislodging my mouth from her nipple. I sit up a bit and reach my other hand back to her engorged nubbin.

 “Yes! Yes, just like that, Johnny!”

 Pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze it lightly, timing her peak. Wetness pours over the fingers deep in her snatch, still circling her g-spot, and I know the moment is right to push her over the finish line.

 Candy’s eyes fly open and she locks onto me, “Tommy! Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”

 Switching from pinching, I rub her clit hard, steaming rolling past her previous tension in a rocket of sensations. She screams into the dimly lit room and convulses around my hands. Wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her body and it’s sheer beauty to behold.

 As she quiets, I pull the covers up over us and snuggle down next to her. She rests her head in the crook of my shoulder and I whisper into the darkness, “Was that more than tolerable, Candy?”

 “Mmmm….” She says, while drifting off to sleep.

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