All She Wants for New Year's -- A Contemporary Erotic Holiday Romance (All She Wants #2) (4 page)

He parted her lips with his own, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She greedily took it into her mouth. Her body and mind were on fire with lust.
This is so fucking hot,
she thought to herself. They kissed like they were coming up for air. She grabbed his shoulder blade in her hand, drawing him closer towards her. She loved the feeling of his taut muscles through the fabric of his jacket.

As they continued kissing, Brandon reached behind her and moved his hand onto her waist. He began rubbing it gently through the fabric of her dress. She writhed against him, urging him on. Tentatively, he moved his hand lower down her body. She made a small noise of encouragement, savoring the feeling. Emboldened, he placed his hand firmly on her ass. He gave it a rough squeeze, eliciting a soft surprised moan from her lips, and then brought his hand around to the front of her thigh. He rubbed his hand up and down her thigh roughly. As his hand reached its apex, she felt his thumb brush against her groin. She moaned again.

Finally, he broke away from her lips, and began to focus on her neck: softly at first, then more urgently as he continued. He alternated between licks and small bites, sending chills down her spine. She squirmed with pleasure, barely able to stand the sensations, but craving for him to continue all the same. With the tip of his tongue, he traced a line from her collarbone up the side of her neck. When he got to her ear, he pushed her hair away and paused for a second. “I want you, Jessica,” he whispered. It felt delicious.

She pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, seeing arousal there that matched her own. It was time to take this to the next level. But not here, in the back alley of some banquet hall. She wanted to take him to bed.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, her words coming out in a ragged breath. It was her turn to take charge. She took him by the hand and pulled him through the door, back into the recesses of the banquet hall.

Inside the hall, the party had gotten a lot more crowded. Jessica hadn’t thought they’d been out in the alley for very long, but the room now looked completely different. Where previously it had been mellow and quiet inside, now there were flashing lights and laughing people all around.

And because the place was filling up, there was now a much higher danger of getting cornered by one of their co-workers –
that
would be an awkward conversation, thought Jessica, and one she didn’t want to have. Reluctantly, she dropped his hand. For the time being, they had to keep their hands away from each other. As much as she wanted to tear his clothes off and have him take her right there in the alleyway, there was a time and a place for that – and right here, right now wasn’t it.

Brandon, however, was still in a playful, flirtatious mood, and he had his own ideas about things. His hand kept finding her arm as they navigated through the thick crowd, caressing her forearm gently or touching her fingertips. She liked the feeling, of course, but still she batted him off. She was too nervous to run into someone they knew.

Finally, they got to the entrance –
home free
, Jessica said to herself. All they had to do was get out to the parking lot, and they could ditch this party and go have some real fun.

But she had spoken too soon. For no sooner had they reached the doorway than she saw Peter standing there waiting for them, a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand.

He took one look at the two of them and realized what was going on. “Ohhhhh,” he called childishly, a drunken slur in his voice. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a pair of lovebirds!” He turned to Brandon. “Well guess what, buddy, I want
me
a piece of that!”

He staggered over to Jessica, reaching out his hands towards her dress. She gasped, horrified, as his hands gropingly grasped for her. She barely dodged him. She heard a couple of her co-workers gasp as well, shocked at Peter’s lecherous behavior. “C’mere, sweetheart!” cried Peter, closing his eyes and puckering his lips into a fish-faced kiss.

“Hey, buddy, why don’t you leave her alone,” said Brandon, stepping between Peter and Jessica.

Peter opened his eyes and looked at Brandon with indignant anger, swaying unsteadily back and forth. “And who the hell are you?!” he questioned, his voice getting unreasonably loud all of a sudden. “This chick works for
me,
and I can do what I want!” He reached again towards Jessica.

This time, Brandon caught him by the wrist. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, friend,” he said, calmly but sternly. “Why don’t you let me call you a cab?”

“I’m not your friend, buddy!” yelled Peter. “And let go of my hand! Why, I oughta…” and with that, he took a wild swing at Brandon. The punch was just a glancing blow, bouncing harmlessly off his shoulder.

Brandon’s looked down at the spot where the punch had landed, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “All right,” he said, “I guess you want to do things the hard way.” And in one fluid motion, he flipped Peter head-over-heels by the wrist, so that his head was pointed downwards. Slowly, almost delicately, Brandon pushed him face-first onto the ground.

“Aaagh!” cried Peter, although he clearly wasn’t hurt.

By now, a large crowd had gathered to the scene. Jessica looked around; she saw several company V.P.’s there, and at least a dozen of her colleagues. She was embarrassed, but more so for Peter’s sake than for herself. And she was proud of the way Brandon was handling the situation.

To her surprise, one of the V.P.’s stepped forward. “What’s your name, son?” he asked, extending his hand. Brandon stood up, letting go of Peter’s hand to shake the V.P.’s. Peter stayed down on the floor.

“Brandon Tanner, sir,” he said, firmly shaking the V.P.’s hand. “I’m in the I.T. department. Sorry about the ruckus over here.”

“James Feldman,” the vice president said. “On the contrary, I think you did a fine job with this situation. Old Peter over here has embarrassed himself – and, I dare say, this company – one too many times with his drunken antics. I think,” he continued, staring down at the pathetic man on the floor, “that we’re going to need to sit down with Peter and have a very serious conversation about his future with our company… or lack thereof.” As he finished speaking, he looked over to the other big-shots in the audience, who nodded in agreement.

“And what’s more,” he said to Brandon, “I think you displayed intelligence, poise, and excellent judgment in your handling of this situation. I’m going to speak with your manager about a promotion.”

Brandon’s face lit up. “Wow!” he said. “Thank you very much, sir!” He looked over at Jessica, who gave him an ecstatic smile.

The vice president turned to address the crowd at large. “And now that that’s settled… let’s party!” he cried. “After all, it’s New Year’s Eve!” The crowd cheered in response.

“…And please,” he added, “will someone call Peter a cab?”

The crowd subsided, and Peter and Jessica were able to break away and head out the door. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“That was crazy,” she said to him, when she’d had a chance to catch her breath. “And you were amazing.”

Brandon just gave her that trademark ‘aw, it was nothing’ grin of his. “I guess it’s true what they say,” he replied. “Anything can happen on New Year’s Eve. But I just have one question for you…”

“What’s that?” asked Jessica innocently.

“Your place or mine?” he asked, grinning devilishly.

They burst through the door of Jessica’s apartment, not caring to flip on the light. He pushed the door closed behind them as they attacked each other with kisses. As they fumbled their way through the foyer, they began ripping each other’s clothes off, one piece at a time, whatever they could grab hold of.

First she grabbed his blazer, tearing it off his broad shoulders. He wriggled his arms out of it, one at a time, while holding the small of her back with his other hand. He grabbed a handful of her cocktail dress, pulling it sharply upwards. “Careful!” she cried. “This was expensive.” They cracked up for a second and kept going, kissing and laughing at the same time.
This is the way it should be
, she thought to herself. Beyond that, her thoughts were mainly about getting him out of his clothing as fast as possible.

She kicked off her red stilettos, one soaring into the kitchen and the other flying off somewhere into a corner. She didn’t see where it went, and she honestly couldn’t care less.

“This way,” she gasped, as they continued down her hallway into her bedroom. She began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, one by one, as he pulled the cloth out from his waistband. He discarded the shirt to reveal a sheer white T-shirt underneath. She ran her hand under it, feeling his rock-hard abs and chest with her fingers. Just feeling his body turned her on even more.

She broke away from his mouth to bite his neck. He drew in his breath sharply, and weakened his grip on her for a split-second. She loved hearing him react to the pleasure he was getting. “You like that?” she growled. He groaned in response, then grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.

He kicked off his shoes and pounced on top of her, grabbing both her wrists with just one of his hands and holding her arms behind her head. She moaned, loving that feeling of powerlessness. He still had one hand free, and he knew just what to do with it, pushing his hand up underneath her dress as he kissed her. She could feel all the blood rushing to her breasts and between her legs. She writhed and squirmed under his body, trying to inch his hand further up her thigh.

He grabbed the material of her dress, and released her wrists with his other hand. He gently slipped it up over her body, going slowly to prolong the excitement. She was naked underneath. She loved the feeling of the dress pulling away from her nude body. As the dress slipped up over her ample breasts, they came spilling out as if released from a prison. Her nipples were rock-hard, and she felt like they were on fire. He pulled the dress off over her head, and pushed her wrists behind her head again. She felt totally at his mercy, his to do with as he pleased.

He bent his head down to focus his attention on her breasts. Without a word, he took her breast into his mouth, sucking lightly on her nipple. She gasped and bucked with pleasure. He kept sucking, more firmly now, and began massaging her breast from below with his hand. She’d always been very sensitive there, and this was driving her crazy. He could tell she was loving it, and he upped the intensity even more, taking her nipple lightly between his teeth. “Oh my god,” she said, involuntarily. “Yeah, keep going. Oh my god, just like that.”

Still sucking her nipple, he released his grip on her wrists, and brought his hand down to her inner thigh. She could already feel her wetness soaking her vagina, and her body was begging for him to enter her. But he wanted to tease her first. He rubbed his hand up her thigh, stopping just short of her outer lips, and then retreating back down again. He did this twice more, each time coming agonizingly closer. Finally, he moved his hand onto her pussy, stroking his middle finger up between her lips. She was so wet that she thought his finger would slip right in. But still, maddeningly, he denied her that pleasure for now, rubbing his hand just on the outer lips. Each time he neared her clit, he brushed lightly over it, sending mini-shockwaves of pleasure shooting through her.

Meanwhile, she was busy trying to unfasten his belt buckle and get his jeans off his body. He paused momentarily to help her out, giving her a respite from the nearly uncontrollable waves of mounting pleasure. As he pushed off his jeans, she felt his hard cock straining against the material of his boxers. Hungrily, she grabbed it and began manipulating it through the fabric. He moaned, her breast still in his mouth. “Fuck, that feels fantastic,” he said.

He moved his head back up to her mouth and kissed her deeply as she caressed him. They stayed like that, their lips just touching, not really kissing as they breathed heavily into each other’s mouths. She pushed her hand down inside his boxers and took hold of his cock in her hand. It felt so sexy. She gripped the shaft firmly and began moving it up and down. She loved the way it felt in her hand. At every stroke, she brushed the head of his penis, teasing him the way he’d been teasing her. He gasped for breath, groaning with pleasure.

As she continued working his cock with her hand, he started rubbing her clit more urgently. He clearly knew what he was doing. With each passing second, she felt ecstasy building inside her – if he kept this up for very long, she was going to come soon. But just as she was nearing the point of no return, he let up a bit, taking her back from the edge of orgasm. It was like he could read her body perfectly, and he knew exactly how to touch her. He kissed her deeply, then looked into her eyes. “Do you want to go further?” he asked her. She nodded.
Of course I do,
she thought. “Me too,” he said. “One second.”