Secretly Serviced (2 page)

“Miss, he took a few personal days and then requested a shift change. I expect he'll be reporting to duty this evening, he's on nights now.”

Later that night, Kelly lay in the large poster bed, nerves rattling around her stomach like angry butterflies. She wondered if he would come to her. She didn't have to wonder for long. The nerves fell away as she heard the door open and close again. She feigned sleep as his feet whispered along the carpet. Suddenly his weight was on top of her and the comforter was pulled tight, pinning her to the bed.

“I know you are awake.” He whispered into her ear. “This is insanity but I want you. Do you want it, too?” Kelly only nodded. “You want me inside you again?” He ran his tongue along her jawline and she shivered. “I'm taking my time with it, if I'm going to risk everything I'm going to take my goddamn time.”

Cupping her chin he slid his lips across hers. Kelly sighed at the gentle pressure and Weston slid his tongue between her now parted lips. It danced lightly there and along the edge of her teeth. Kelly pulled her arms from under the loosened covers. She ran her palms along the hard muscles of his shoulders, down his biceps and back again before settling on the back of his neck. His mouth slanted across hers and his tongue slid farther into her mouth. She met it with her own, touching and skimming. Kelly's legs parted and Weston slid down into the V, his weight settling onto her. She took a second to appreciate how it felt to have his body pressing her down into the mattress. She felt more feminine than ever before but more powerful, as well.

As their tongues danced, he pushed the comforter down and exposed her breasts to the chilled air, cupping them easily he rubbed the tips with his thumbs. His mouth broke from hers and Weston latched on to a nipple, sucking gently, twirling his tongue around the hardened peak. Kelly moaned softly under him and her hips began to move against him. She could feel his hard-on pushing against her pelvic bone and itched to touch it again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he bit her nipple softly. She heard him chuckle as he moved his mouth to the other breast and continued the slow assault.

Kelly quickly became impatient as her pussy grew warmer and wetter, trapped beneath the blanket. She pulled and pushed at his shoulders, she squirmed and her hips moved against him as much as his weight and the bedding would allow. He suddenly took both her wrists in his hands and looked into her eyes.

“Hold the fuck still,” he whispered. “Miss.” Smiling he lowered his head to her body once again. She felt his breath in the valley between her breasts just before his tongue gently lapped at the skin there. He released her and lowered the blanket to her waist before painstakingly licking a trail of fire down her body. She had the sheet fisted in her hands, trying to keep her body still as he'd asked but her every nerve jangled, and when his tongue dove into her navel she'd have leaped from the bed if he hadn't been holding her down.

When the comforter moved farther down, Kelly felt her pussy pulse in anticipation. Weston dragged his tongue through the crease between her thigh and outer lip, and Kelly moaned and whispered, “God yes, Weston, please.”

Kelly held her breath as his mouth skated across the outside of her pussy, his breath ruffling the curls there, before delving into the crease on the other side. She released her air in a huff and pounded her hands against the mattress in frustration, as he continued down her inner thigh, ignoring her pussy altogether. Weston chuckled against the side of her knee, “You thought it was so clever teasing me, Kelly, how do you like it?”

When he reached her feet, he took her ankles in his hands and gently rolled her onto her belly. He put his mouth to the pulse point where the ankle bends, and sucked, scraping his teeth along skin Kelly had never thought sensitive. The sensation was like how Kelly imagined lightning would feel coursing through her body. Unable to hold still, her body writhed. She didn't know, couldn't see, how Weston watched her pussy drip cum from behind as her hips pushed up from the mattress. She didn't notice Weston removing his clothing as he continued to suckle her ankle. Once naked, he worked his way up the other leg using only his mouth.

Kelly felt his mouth approaching her throbbing cunt and began to push back, trying to rub herself into his face. Instead of tasting her, Weston's hands grasped her hips to hold her still and he slid his tongue up her ass crack to the small of her back. Kelly audibly gasped, sucking in a whistling breath of shock and arousal at the unexpected caress. Before she'd recovered, Weston jerked her hips up off the bed and drove his hard cock fully inside her. An orgasm tore through Kelly, fast and hard and brilliant. She screamed into the mattress as her pussy convulsed all over his dick; her hands clutched nothing but air as he pulled back slowly and then slammed in again.

Weston used his hands on her hips to pull her back against him as he rammed his cock into her tight little hole again and again. He was intoxicated by the combined sounds of her sweat slickened ass smacking his belly, the sucking sound her pussy made on his cock when he slowly pulled back and her muffled scream every time he drove it home. The world outside the two of them ceased to exist for either.

Kelly sobbed into the bed when the second orgasm crashed through her system. He felt her body tighten and squeeze. Watched as the muscles in her arms and back bunched and released. Listened to her moan his name over and over. He lost it then and filled her with his cum, his thumbs digging into her ass, his fingers into her hips, as his cock vibrated inside her. He released his hold on her and gently draped himself across her back. He realized vaguely he'd left marks on her tender flesh and that he was glad of it.

Kelly lay still, quietly listening to their tandem breath while her pulse slowed. As the cool air in the room sent shivers along her sweaty, sensitized skin and a slow smile spread across her face, she drifted off to sleep feeling smug and satisfied. She woke hours later, alone and tucked under the comforter. Her pussy felt stiff and sticky with their mixed cum. She pictured him standing at her bedroom door, alert and armed, protecting her while she slept, and she drifted off again.

As the weeks passed he came to her in the night often. Kelly finally had the sex life she'd fantasized about with a strong and inventive lover. She was content to live inside the gilded cage her father's position had created for her, hugging the secret of her and Weston's forbidden affair to herself. While a part of her wanted to boast to her closest friends, she knew if his superiors or her father learned of their late night activities Weston would be sorely punished, potentially fired. And then who would fuck her into oblivion?

Toward summer's end, Kelly was required to attend a state dinner with her father as her mother was on a tour of the mideastern states. She sat at a beautiful table, surrounded by powerful and successful people, looking elegant and innocent in the fresh white eyelet dress she'd carefully picked out for the event, but her mind was on Weston. He had nearly gotten caught leaving her room the night before last and he'd sat on the edge of her bed last night explaining why it had to end and how it shouldn't have begun in the first place. Both annoyed and amused, Kelly had climbed naked into his lap, straddled his hips and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She smiled as she pretended to enjoy the conversation of her dinner partner, nodded politely and continued replaying the previous night in her mind's eye.

He'd tried to stop her, but she'd clamped her legs around his waist and slowly ground her pussy into his lap, leaving wet streaks across his slacks. “Shit, Kel, that's enough,” he'd muttered, but she took his lower lip between hers and sucked gently. And when his hands slid from her shoulders to cup her ass and pull her closer, she'd thrown back her head and laughed. A laugh that was cut short with a strangled gasp as Weston wrapped his big hand around her slender neck. Kelly's eyes flew to his in surprise and he smiled into them as he used his other hand to unzip the fly and free his cock. Kelly wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and guided it into her pussy, while Weston gently squeezed her throat in his hand. When she'd filled herself with him, she let her arms fall back and rocked her hips in an easy rhythm.

His other hand had splayed across her lower back and she'd arched into it, her head fell back and his cock moved deeper. Her breath wheezed in and out past his grip. She'd picked up the pace, her hips pistoning as she rode him. She'd felt herself growing light-headed and dizzy as the orgasm had grown closer to its peak. The faster she went, racing toward her climax, the tighter he held on to her throat. Her clit rubbed against the cold metal of the zipper's teeth and the belt buckle bit into the tender flesh just above her button. The pain just added another layer of sensation to the pleasure coursing through her and her nipples tightened in response.

Weston watched her, painfully aroused by the picture she created. Head thrown back, gasping for air, her arms swaying in rhythm with her thrusts, her small breasts and turgid nipples straining toward the ceiling, she was wanton. He couldn't get enough. Her complete trust in him to not let her fall, to not hurt her despite his hand on her throat, simply made him feel even more possessive, made his dick grow even harder inside her tight little hole. He felt his own orgasm fighting to break free and he tried with both his hands to slow her. But she wouldn't, she kept milking his cock, chasing her own release. He felt the cum building up in his balls. Felt the heat of it race along his prick before exploding into her. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten and spasm on his cock as she came only seconds after him. Wave after wave of his seed filled her hole and he shuddered.

She would've screamed from the shock and bliss of her climax if his hand had not cut off her air with the force of his own. He'd released her neck within seconds but the breathlessness didn't cease. She fought to fill her lungs with air as her muscles seized. He'd pulled her close, his face in her neck, gently kissing where his fingers had gripped her and her arms snaked around his shoulders, holding tight, as her body continued to quake. It seemed an eternity before they'd both regained their senses and the waves had gentled to ripples, but really it had only been minutes since she'd climbed into his lap.

“Pardon me, dear, but are you all right?” the kindly woman to Kelly's left asked gently. At Kelly's confused expression she explained, “You're very flushed. Are you feeling ill?”

Kelly smiled. “I feel wonderful. Thank you, though. Isn't this salad delightful?” Kelly did her best to remain attentive throughout the remainder of the evening, though she was hyper-aware of her throbbing clit and wet panties. Every time she crossed her legs she felt little stabs of pleasure and thought of Weston.

He didn't go to her that night, or any night in the two weeks following the state dinner, and simply ignored Kelly's attempts to seduce him. She didn't understand how he could so easily walk away from what they could give each other. By the third week her hurt and confusion had given way to anger. She decided she'd been used and tossed away, despite the fact that she had initiated the affair. Kelly stopped speaking to or acknowledging Weston.

She felt even more confined than before. Unable to even discuss the “breakup” with anyone she became withdrawn and sullen. Her family, unused to such behavior from their gregarious and passionate Kelly, tried a variety of ways to bring her out of her funk. Finally, she succumbed to her mother's attempts to arrange a date between Kelly and a dignitary's son.

Kelly dressed in what she thought of as her “pretending to be normal” clothes: snug jeans, a camisole and a cardigan. Spent a few minutes on her hair and makeup before deciding that was the best Señor Chavez's son was getting. But when she stepped into the hall and noticed that Weston was on duty, she quickly ducked back inside to throw on something flirty and fuss with her hair and makeup. She strutted from the room, nose held high in the air, and passed him without a word.

Had she not been trying so hard to ignore him, she would've noticed the quick hot look of anger he tossed at her when he saw how she was dressed, or the way he stared at her ass as he followed her down the hall, or the clenching of his teeth when the boy escorting her put his hand to the small of her back as they left. Weston thought quickly of the last time he'd had his hand on the small of her back and imagined briefly choking the young Chavez instead. He stood at attention just a few feet away as they'd eaten dinner. And then followed discreetly behind as they purchased tickets to a romantic comedy. He nearly lost the battle not to throttle the young man when Weston noticed him staring down Kelly's blouse.

In what life had he sinned so badly that he was now forced to accompany his woman on a date with another man? He thought to himself, and then nearly choked when he realized he had thought of her as his woman. Good God, when had that happened? Just then Kelly's date had leaned over to make his move and Weston kicked the back of her seat.

Kelly felt the jolt throughout her body and knew instantly she'd been kicked. Glancing back at Weston for the first time all evening, she glared at him and he motioned his head toward the door. She considered ignoring him but knew she wouldn't be able to.

“Please excuse me, Roberto.” She quietly asked her companion, “I'll be right back. Tell me what I miss?” At his nod, she slid from the row and marched through the door into the dark empty hall of the theater, Weston quick on her heels. “What the fuck is your problem? You kicked me. You're not even supposed to be on tonight,” she forced out through clenched teeth without turning around. He answered from behind her in an equally furious undertone.

“You know what the problem is and I kicked your seat not you. And you've no idea how much I wish I had said no when Templeton asked me to switch with him. Mind telling me what you think you're doing with that little boy?” He entered the ladies room first, quickly checked it for safety before allowing her to enter.