Big Girls on Top (3 page)

Quinn just folded his arms over his chest and
glowered
at me.  The bastard wasn’t going to make this any easier on me…

Fine…

I took a deep breath and walked into the office with him, closing the door behind me.

I had my face turned to the door, the old wood creaking as I pushed it shut with a soft click.  When I turned back around Quinn was standing right in front of me.  If I reached my hand out
,
I could touch him…

That broad, silk-clad chest…that tight, flat waistline…that lovely, bulging package…

I shook all this off.  I had to get this over
with.  N
o matter how fucking attractive he was, I needed to get my groveling over with and move us on to the professional relationship having him managing the club would demand.

I breathed in through my nose…he smelled so damn good—leather and silk mixed with something bitter and sweet.

Focus…

I opened my mouth to say I was sorry for
knocking him unconscious when he reached out, grabbed me by the shoulders, and then pulled me into a hard, deep, lip-to-lip conversation.  I’m not sure I’m sorry got conveyed, or the fact that I needed him to respect me as a valued employee—after all, I kept the place afloat for Teddy almost 98% of the time.

What did come through loud and clear was that he thought I was hot…smoking hot.  That he thought I tasted good—he moaned as he licked down into my open mouth.  And that he liked my ass as much if not more than my tits; he had a hand on both, but the one on my ass was squeezing hard enough to make me cry out.

I pulled his soft silk shirt open and immediately winced when I saw the cherry red burn mark on his otherwise perfect, oh so muscular chest.  I reached out and touched it, and he jerked back, but then leaned forward until my hand was firmly held against his chest. 

I
t
must have hurt.

My god that was a turn on.  I felt things low in me tighten and warm, and then I felt myself become wet down between my legs.

Quinn pulled me away from the door and threw me on top of Teddy’s desk.  My pleather skirt made a
highway caution strip sound as I skidded to a stop, my hip knocking the framed photo of Teddy’s wife and kids over and off the desk.

There was small
yet
distinct sound of breaking glass.

Shit…

But my dismay only lasted until Quinn dropped to his knees and pulled my legs apart.  With strong, deft fingers he found my itty-bitty lace thong and drew it down from around my hips.  He also got my skirt to ride up, and I was suddenly naked from the waist down.  Just my thigh highs and heels left on.

Hands hot as hell, and roughened like sandpaper, he pushed my legs even farther apart and dove head
-
first into my crotch.
My hips bucked and I threw my head back, gasping and cursing and trying to take a breath—I felt like I was going to pass out.  I fell back on the desk, catching myself on my elbows.  My chest heaved with exertion as he licked up into me just like he’d licked into my mouth when we
’d
kissed.
 

One hand stayed low, caressing up from my bottom, and then his thumb started strumming my clit like I was a bass guitar.  His other hand made little circles over my belly, and then moved up over my ribs, and then still higher until he had one of my breasts in his grasp.
  I pulled the clasp on my front loading bra open and bared my breasts to him.  The roughness of his hand on my naked flesh wrought fresh moans from my lips.

And all this without once dislodging his talented tongue from my pussy.
 

This man was a god…

I felt the first ripple of a pending orgasm.  I leaned up and laced my hands into his hair, pulling his face deeper into where he was feasting.  We moaned in chorus, and then I felt him bite at my feminine lips.  My legs jerked, and my pelvis rocked as that pending O became a very real, very immediate OMG
I’m
-
going
-
to
-
explode orgasm.

Abruptly Quinn stopped all licking, biting or sucking…and I looked down to find him staring up at me, eyes feral with need, and drowning deep, chocolate brown.

He stood up and pulled his belt buckle open.  A moment later his black jeans were open as well, and he pulled a long, thick, extremely hard piece of grade-A man-meat from between his legs. 

My heart thudded, and the quivering mound of my sex throbbed and spasmed.  I wanted that big fucking cock up inside me.  I wanted it more than anything else, ever.

I reached out and took a hold of that colossal prick and aimed it right up into me.  And then I slapped my hands on either side of Quinn’s gorgeous mug and dragged
him down to me until I captured his mouth with my own. 

I felt his huge manhood push into me with merciless slowness as his tongue slipped into my mouth, gliding over my teeth before he pushed in further, until out tongues rubbed together.  I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, and that taste made my core burst into flame, boiling my blood and shoving it throbbing and burning hot through my veins.

I groaned when his cock finally made it into me as far as it would go.  He gasped into my mouth and I felt his arms shake as he leaned down and licked my neck, and then nuzzled slowly lover into my cleavage.

He pulled his hips back and his cock
d
rew out off me with a near painful amount of friction.  He hadn’t used any lube, and though he’d slicked my pussy up with his spit, his penis had pushed into me dry.

But without a moment’s hesitation he bore back into me, and with an escalating
rhythm
he pumped himself in and out of me, the friction making a rude little noise until my vagina self lubricated, and
his cock started sliding in and out of me with ruthless abandon.
  His heft
y
balls smacked belligerently against my sensitive butt cheeks.

The orgasm I’d had earlier had obviously just been a warm up.  Now there was a monster tidal wave of molten sexual sensation building up off shore, and I could feel the forces of god and the earth shifting as it raced forward, thundering into me like the end of the world.

It crashed over me and I wrapped my arms and legs around Quinn, my pussy clutching and gasping for its life as his glorious manhood battered into me with all loss of control.

His breathing rasped as he pulled his lips from mine, leaning up on one arm as his hips pistoned in and out of me, and then finally reaching down to pull his throbbing hard prick from my loins, and jerking, his pearly white load squirted over my belly and chest.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he groaned in a low, guttural voice the Vikings must have used back when they
still
plundered and pillaged.  It made me tingle all over.  The way his hand fell onto my breast and he held onto me possessively made the air wheeze right out of my lungs.

Mine…

That’s what something deep inside me murmured as I stared up at him, his silk shirt open all the way, a naked swath of the most beautiful, tan, shiny with sweat flesh imaginable ending with the still hard and jerking spike of man-flesh in his iron grip.

I gulped as he leaned over and took at tissue from the box that still—amazingly—sat on Teddy’s desk, and wiped a ropey string of his semen from his thumb.  Then he pulled more tissues out and mopped up the copious amount of his jizz that had pooled between my breasts and lo
w
er
,
over my belly.

Each tissue was dropped into the waste basked Teddy had stationed at all times by his desk.

And then it hit me with a low pang of guilt.  We’d fucked on Teddy’s desk.  We had desecrated it with no more forethought than a band of vandals.  And I’d broken the glass on his family photograph.

Oh, and I’d had sex with a perfect stranger, at the work place, on my boss’ desk.

What kind of person was I that I could do this?

And then I realized that I didn’t even know if Quinn was married.

Oh Judas Priest!  Had I just committed adultery?

Not that I’d been to church…or confession in years.  But Catholic guilt never died!

“Are you married?” I said, my voice dripping with suspicion as I defensively pulled my bra back in place over my boobs and hooked the clasp closed.

Quinn looked at me with shock and then annoyance.  “No,” he said flatly, “I’ve never fallen for that trap before.”

Oh, thank god!  I wasn’t going to burn in hell for this…well, probably for being promiscuous, but not for adultery…there had to be a difference in hells, right. 
Slut
hell had to be nicer than
home-wrecking slut
hell.

And then his words sank in.  He thought getting married was a trap.
  Not that I wanted to get married either…but if that was the way he truly thought about it?
  I’d just gotten pelvic with a total ass-hat.

I pulled myself up off my back on the desk and buttoned my blouse.  My mind was blank as I looked around and
f
ound my panties hanging off the strange
Native America
Totem Pole Teddy had brought back from his last venture into vacationing: a trip to
Wyoming and Yellow Stone National Park.

My black lace thong hung from the hooked beak of a carved wooden eagle.

I hastily snatched it up and pulled it on over my heels and up till it wedged up in the crack of my butt.  My sex was wet, but I didn’t care.  I just wanted to get out of there, and away from him.  I walked to the door while I pushed my skirt down over my ass, and shakily made my way out of Teddy’s office and out to the main room of the club.

Candy was swinging on the pole with elegant dexterity…and a hell of a lot of flexibility—she had her leg over her head like one of those Olympic gymnasts.  I didn’t notice what song she was dancing to.  I didn’t notice if the place was empty or packed.  I barely noticed that Shirley was behind the bar, simultaneously trying to fill her order, the other girl’s orders, and still trying to calm the distraught Nadia down.

There was a pile of wet tissues beside her, and a tall Collins glass of what looked like
Sex on the Beach
. 

“I quit,” I said, sure no one actually heard me, and not looking at anyone.

I didn’t care, and I didn’t stop when Shirley called out to me as I walked right on past them all and out the front door.  I didn’t stop for anything until I was sitting uncomfortably in my car—I hadn’t had anything as big as Quinn inside me in over a year.  I was already tender down there; by morning I’d be soar as hell.

My Eighty-Eight GTO turned over gamely and I stamped down on the gas hard.  My
tires spun as I lurched dangerously onto Penn Avenue and a steady stream of traffic.  I was almost to the point by the time I knew I’d never
go back to the club, not ever again.

I’d more than fucked up.  I’d allowed myself to lose control, to give myself to a strange man, and to let him take what he wanted from me with no regard for my safety.

We hadn’t even used a condom.

It didn’t matter if no one ever found out.  I’d already lost all respect for myself.  And that was something I needed to deal with before I moved on with the rest of my life.

Traffic stopped as I tried to merge into the traffic heading back over the West End Bridge.  
I sighed and let my head fall back against the head rest.

Don’t be a drama queen…and stop lying to yourself.

I had walked out on my job
because I’d felt something when Quinn had been inside me.  I’d even felt it, hot and angry and
painful after he’d pulled out of me.  Fuck me if I didn’t still feel it now.

I’d fallen in love with him, instantly, inexorably…stupidly. 

You weren’t supposed to fall in love with someone you didn’t even know.  Love at first sight was a fiction, a movie device just as much as any car chase or CGI animation. 

It was a fucking lie…

And I’d fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

*****

My phone
was ringing when I got home, so I pulled it out of the wall, got myself a beer out of the fridge and then went into the bathroom.  I stood under the hot stream of the shower until it turned cold…and still I stood there, letting myself turn numb.

I wasn’t hungry…but I was thirsty.  I drank two more beers, a shot of Yeagermeister, two shots of vodka, and finished my night with some Seagram’s Seven and chased it with another beer.

I’m not sure when I dragged my ass to bed, but I did wake up there around noon the next day.

I didn’t throw up.  I’d been drinking hard for years, and though I had a hangover, I was nowhere near sick.  So I took another long, hot shower, not staying once the hot water petered out, and got dressed.
  I put on some loose jeans and a baggy t-shirt—some of the boring clothes I had in the back of my closet.  And then I opened my refrigerator and stared at containers of leftovers, fruits and veggies, supplies enough to make any number of meals.  Even some
Islay’s
chipped ham that cried out for some wheat bread, Swiss cheese, a juicy tomato and Hellman’s real
Mayonnaise
.