Broken (The Chances Series Book 2) (2 page)

“Good morning Mr. Simmons.” I smile back to him.

“How was your Sunday?”

“Fine?  Yours”

“Wonderful.”

“Ok, what is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You, you’re acting all weird.”

“What do you mean weird?”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

“Do you not want me to be nice?”

“Why do you care how I feel?  Cut the shit out Eric.  What is going on?”  Now his ‘normal’ look is back on his face.

“Nothing.”  He gets up and walks to his office and slams the door shut.  WTF! What just happened?  I put my things in my desk and sit to turn on my computer and I see them.  Two tickets to Philip Philips concert next month!  I pick them up and walk to his door.  I hear him on the phone.

“Dude, I did what you said, the romantic babble shit, and it didn’t work.  I’m not trying again.”

Brody.  He is getting advice from Brody?   I’m sure Eric doesn’t need help in the ladies department….unless- does he actually like me, like me?  I wait for him to hang up the phone and then I hear something hitting the wall.  I knock softly and he tells me to come in.  I open the door and he is sitting there with his elbows on his desk and his head in his hands.

“What are these?”  I ask and he looks up.

“Tickets.”

“I know, where did they come from?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”  He asks.  He is pissed off and his asshole side is coming out.  I’m beginning to think that it’s his defense mechanism. 

“Because I –“

“Because what Jazzy. “

“I- you remembered?”  He looks down at the floor then the side wall and back to me.

“Yea, so.  You said you wanted to go, so I thought I would get you and Annie the tickets.”

“No you didn’t.”

“What?”

“You didn’t get them for me and Annie.”

“Yes I did.”  I smile at him.

“No, you got them for me and you.”  He starts laughing.

“Why, would you think that, we can’t stand each other Jazzy.  Why would I buy tickets to go to a concert with you?”

“Because you like me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I walk over to stand next to him.  His pupils dilate some.

“I’m talking about the fact that you are a rude asshole to me constantly, the fact that when we are hanging out with our friends and you have had a few drinks you let your guard down some and forget that you are supposed to be putting up a front that you can’t stand me.  You do a complete one eighty and actually talk to me.”

“Whatever just forget it.  Take the tickets and do whatever the fuck you want with them.  I got shit to do so could you please get back to work.”  I look him in the eyes and I can see the lust, but I see struggle there as well.  An internal struggle with himself.  I leave the tickets on his desk and walk out.  Ten minutes later Eric comes out with the look of determination on his face.

“Take the tickets.”

“No.”

“Take the fucking tickets Jazzy.”

“No, I can get my own if I choose to go.” I stand up.

“Take the mother fucking tickets now.”  He gets in my face just inches away.  I inhale, fuck he smells delicious.  I gasp slightly.  “You are really fucking pissing me off Jaz.”

“If you want me to go with you, then you can ask me like a gentleman.”

“I don’t want to go to a boy band concert with you.”

“Yes, you do.  Or you would never have bought the tickets.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you too.”  And He lounges at me.  He has a strong grip on my hair, pulling my hair to tilt my head back.  His other hand is covering my throat and he is kissing me furiously, claiming my mouth.  He bites at my lower lips, causing me to gasp and open, he takes the in and thrust his tongue in.  Tasting me.  Damn, he tastes so good.  I suck at his tongue, wanting more.  He groans and thrusts his cock into my hip.  I place my hands on his hips, moving down to his ass and grip, pulling him into me harder.  He pulls away and we are panting like two horny teenagers.

“Fuck Jaz, I have been wanting to do that since I interviewed you.”

“I have been wanting it since then too.”  And he is claiming me again.  He moves his hand from my throat to my left breast and massages it, and it causes me to moan.  He pulls my shirt up and rips it up over my head and off. 

“I can’t wait any longer to suck these tits.  You have been teasing me with them for weeks now.”  He unhooks my bra and it falls away from my breasts and he sucks.

“Aaahhh.”

“You like that jaz?  You like your nipples in my mouth?”  Then he bites down with just the right amount of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, god yes!”  I pull his hair.

“Fuck Jaz, I need to taste you.”  He lifts me up onto my desk and pulls my pants down.  He groans.  “Jesus Christ, those are sexy as fuck.”  He runs his thumb over my panty covered clit and I moan.  “And you‘re so fucking wet for me, you want me to pound your cunt hard don’t you.”  I shake my head yes.  “Words, Jaz.  I want you to tell me.”  I whimper, he moves my panties to the side and is lightly running his finger up and down my slit. Then pulls his finger away and sucks it into his mouth.  “MMM you taste fucking good Jaz.  Tell me, tell me that you want my mouth on your pussy.  I want my mouth on your pretty pink cunt, but not until you tell me.  He runs his finger up and down between my folds again.

“Oh, god Eric, yes, yes I want you to suck my pussy, I want you to fuck it with your tongue, I want to fuck your face and come all over it!  Is that want you want to hear sir?”  His eyes turn coal black with lust.  He growls from deep in his chest.  He smirks at me.

“Brace yourself Jaz.”  He rips my panties off in one tug, lifts my legs up to my chest and spreads them wide.  “Fuck I can smell your arousal, it’s intoxicating.   I have thought of tasting your cunt so many nights.  Even jerking off multiple times a day for the past two months hasn’t sedated my need for you.  Then he locks his lips around my clit, he sucks on it hard and gives it a couple of flicks with his tongue and I shatter.

“OOOHHH FFUUUCCCKKK Eric! Fuck Eric, don’t stoooppp!”  I’m gripping his hair and riding his face hard.  When the orgasm subsides I let go and he lifts his head, smiling.

“More.  I fucking need more.”  And he is on my clit again.

“Aaahh, No, No Eric, I can’t it’s too much.”  He doesn’t listen and thrust his tongue into my quivering channel.  “Ooo, Eric, I can’t please.”

“You can and you will.”  He thrusts a finger inside of me and flicks my clit with his tongue. “You’re close again.  You’re cunt is gripping my finger so tight.  Fuck, I can’t wait to feel it on my cock.  You are so fucking tight.”  And with that I shatter again.

“EERRIICCC!  Mmm, yea.”

“Damn, I love how responsive your body is.”  He unzips his pants and pulls them and his boxers down.  His cock is massive.  It juts up to his belly button and it’s thick.  I lick my lips and he starts stroking.  “Stand up Jaz.  I want to pound that cunt from behind.”  I stand up and turn and bend over the desk.  “Damn that is a sweet ass.”  He rubs it then spanks me.  I yelp.  What the hell.  He sooths the sting with his hand then does it again and immediately sooths it.  Mmmm, it’s actually feeling good?  He spanks me again and this time I moan.  “You like that baby?  You like my hand turning your ass a beautiful pink?  God Jaz, I’m going to fuck you raw.”  I hear him roll on a condom and then he slowly slides in me.  “FUCK! You are tight as fuck!”

“Mmmm, you’re just huge.”

“God, this pussy is heaven.  Shit!”  He starts to pick up the pace.  “I can’t wait to fuck your sweet ass.  AAAhhhh, Fuck!  Shit Jaz I’m not gonna last much longer, are you with me?  What do you need me to do baby?”

“MMMM, I’m close Eric, just keep fucking me!”

“Fuck!  Grip my cock with your cunt, shit it feels so fucking good.”

“Eric, I’m coming don’t stop!  Mmmm aaahhhh Fuck!”

“Oh fuck yea baby!  FUCK, make me come, shit, shit shit, AAARRGGGHHHH!”  And with one final thrust we were both coming undone.  Panting and sweaty.  Eric is an intense lover.  The couple of guys I have been with didn’t even have a quarter of the passion Eric has.  I am fucked.  I am hooked on Eric Simmons and I can’t be. I can’t get attached. But I want him even more.

Chapter 2

Fuck, Jazzy is a dream.  A Dream I don’t want to end.  But I can’t do relationships.  I won’t.  I don’t even know where to go from here.  I was kind of hoping if we fucked she’d be out of my system and we could move on, but it just made me want her even more.  “FUCK!”  What the fuck, why do I have to be so hung up on this one girl?  I have managed for six years now to not get attached, not to develop any feelings for a chick.  Why now?  After we fucked this morning, we just went back to work like nothing happened.  I could sense that the feeling was mutual from Jaz, that she too does not want any attachment.  Which makes her the perfect fuck.  But my dick and brain aren’t on the same wave length when it comes to her.  For the first time in years my brain won’t shut the fuck up and let my dick do all of the talking.  While at work I could concentrate on working, distracting myself.  But now that I’m home I can’t shut it off.  I could try to go out to the bar, but I honestly don’t want anyone.  I haven’t fucked anyone since she started working for me.  Two months of no fucking.  Not that I haven’t tried either.  My dick betrayed me every time.  It wants, I want only one girl.  I’m lying in bed thinking about fucking her.  How good it felt being balls deep in her tight warm cunt.  I fucking loved it and I want more.  I have to have more.  I look at the alarm clock to my right and its one in the morning.  I can’t fucking sleep.  I busted a nut twice already trying to sedate my dick enough to go to sleep and it didn’t work.  I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts and highlight her name.  Fuck it.

Eric:  hey, you sleeping?

Jazzy:  No, why?

Eric:  just wondering.  What r u doing?

Jazzy:  Um, lying in bed.  U? 
Fuck!  If I wasn’t already hard from thinking about her I would be now.  My cock twinges and I reach down and rub it.

Eric:  same.

Jazzy:  What’s up?  U never txt or talk to me outside of work, unless we are with Mr. and Mrs. M.

Eric:  nothing. 

Jazzy:  Eric?

Eric:  Yea

Jazzy:  Did u want to talk?

Eric:  I guess.  Do u want to?

Jazzy:  sure.

Eric: k 

Now what?  I txt her in the middle of the night and bug her and I don’t even know what to say.  I do but I’m not going to say it.  I refuse to allow myself to go there.

Jazzy:  R u ok?

Eric: yep

Jazzy:  what did u want to talk about?

Eric:  shit I don’t know

Jazzy:??

Eric:  Jaz I’m sorry for taking advantage of u this morning.  I just, I don’t know

Jazzy:  How did u take advantage of me?

Eric:  by fucking u?

Jazzy:  U didn’t take advantage of me

Eric:  What? R u saying that if I didn’t make a move on u, u would have made a move on me?  I highly doubt that.

Jazzy:  Really?

Eric:  Really.

Ten minutes later and no reply.  Ok, how did I piss her off now?

Eric:  Jasmine?

Another ten minutes and no reply.  Then there is a knock on the door.  What the hell it 2am.  Who the fuck could it be.  I haven’t even been with a woman lately so it can’t be a clinger looking for more, and if it was I sure as fuck wouldn’t bring them to my new place.  Another knock, louder this time.  I get out of bed and throw my boxers back on and head downstairs.  As I get to the bottom of the stairs they knock again.  “What the fuck, I’m coming.”  I abruptly open the door.

“Jazzy?  What the hell, how did you know I was here?”  She pushes me in and shuts the door.  “What are you doing here?”

“Taking advantage of you.”  She says smiling and oh so sweetly.  Then she opens her coat.  I swallow hard.  My mouth is dry and I’m instantly hard.  She is standing in front of me wearing black lace bra and panties.  She lets the coat slide off her shoulders and to the ground.

“How, How aahh, did you know I was here?”

“Annie told me that you were going to be staying in it while they were on their honeymoon.  Do you want me to leave?”

“NO!  Fuck no.  I- shit Jazzy you are fucking sexy as hell.”

“You like what you see?” She smiles.

“I love what I see.”

“I can tell.”  And she walks closer to me.  Son of a bitch, the sway of her hips, her tits bouncing, oh fuck she has fuck me heels on too.  She places her hands on my chest and runs them up onto my shoulders and around my neck and into my hair.  She pulls me down for a kiss.  Shit!  If I don’t take control I’m going to come in two minutes.  I place a hand on her hip and one on the back of her head and grip and pull back slightly to look at her face.