Stormy Night (2 page)

Drawing the blanket closer around her shoulders, she wondered how this could be. How could he look so different now? Then she realized that he, like her, was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Normally at work he wore an ill-fitting suit that concealed his true appearance and gave a very deceptive impression to those around him. She idly wondered if it wasn’t an intentional ruse, sort of like Clark Kent wearing his silly glasses to disguise his true identity as Superman.

The thought made her smile. She was seeing a different Jack now, and found she liked what she saw. She also thought back over their conversations. Never once had he been anything but kind toward her and, as far as she had ever seen, toward everyone else, as well. He had always been a genuinely nice guy, something that had been a terribly rare commodity in her life.

She leaned against the doorframe and tightened her grip on the blanket over her shoulders. A shiver suddenly ran down her spine, but it wasn’t from the chill of her wet clothes.

CHAPTER THREE

Jack was typing away at Anne’s terminal, biting his lip as he did so. He did that anyway when he was concentrating, but this computer problem didn’t require concentration.
 

No, he was concentrating on trying
not
to concentrate on Anne. She was smart, attractive, and sexy, and no doubt had a line of men already waiting to be her boyfriend.
I mean
, he thought,
what man
wouldn’t
want to be her boyfriend?
He remembered the day that he’d fallen under her spell, precisely one week after he’d come to the office. The interface for the client account management software had undergone a major upgrade, and he’d had to work closely with everyone to bring them up to speed as quickly as possible. He remembered sitting beside Anne, going over the new features, breathing in her perfume as he leaned close to occasionally tap something into the keyboard. He had made her laugh, a sound he’d come to love to hear. Word around the proverbial office water cooler had it that she was unattached at that point, but he couldn’t even think of asking her out. He’d been every bit the stereotype of a pencil neck geek.

But that had changed. He’d started working out at the gym every day and ditched the junk food diet, determined to make himself into the kind of man a woman like Anne might find attractive. That flame had flickered and almost died when he’d found out that she’d taken up with a new boyfriend, but the fire had rekindled after he’d learned from sparse bits of office gossip that her relationship with Carl wasn’t exactly ideal. Glancing down at his arms and chest, he couldn’t help but be proud of what he’d accomplished with his body. He’d even caught a few women checking him out in the bistro where he usually ate lunch with looks of unabashed interest.
 

He didn’t want any other woman. He wanted Anne. But wanting her and building up the courage to approach her were two different things. In the two months since Anne had broken up with Carl, Jack had vowed a thousand times to ask her out, and a thousand times he’d chickened out at the last minute, retreating to his cubicle in self-inflicted humiliation. When it came to computers and tech, he was a boss. When it came to women, especially someone like Anne, he was hopeless. He hadn’t exactly given up, but he didn’t know what to do to overcome his Chicken Syndrome.

He sighed as he typed in the last of the commands to bring Anne’s computer back to life. “Okay,” he called, secretly relishing the feel of the water that had soaked through the seat of his jeans from where she’d been sitting, “it’s ready.”

“Thanks, Jack,” Anne’s voice floated softly over his shoulder from very close by, startling him. He hadn’t heard her approach. He made to get out of her chair, but she motioned him down with one hand while her other hand held the blanket tight around her. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing the coveralls he’d suggested she put on, for her legs were bare below the hem of the blanket. He couldn’t help but wonder just what she might be wearing. Or not wearing. The thought brought a rash of heat to the back of his neck.

Pulling over a nearby chair, she curled up on the seat, tucking her legs under her. She hadn’t so much as glanced at her now functional computer. She was looking at him, a pensive expression on her face. She was so close that her bare knees were nearly touching his.

He stared at her, taking in the still damp hair that was a tangled mess; the shape of her body under the blanket; the perfectly manicured fingernails of her hands; her face, washed clean of makeup by the rain. He could smell a trace of her perfume, along with her true scent, the smell of her skin. And her eyes, those deep pools of dark walnut that he could fall into forever, the eyes that now held his gaze prisoner. He was overcome by a sudden wave of vertigo. He tried to look away, but couldn’t.

In that moment, she wasn’t a corporate rising star, a senior account manager of a multi-million dollar company, and one of the three dozen people for whom he labored as a technical minion. She was no longer a fantasy in a pantsuit who up to now had only recognized him with a “Thank you” and an absent smile when he helped her out. Here, now, she was in her essence: a woman. Beautiful. Vulnerable.
 

God, he wanted her. His throat constricted and blood began to pound in his ears as the silence between them stretched on, and he fought not to squirm as his cock hardened to stiff attention in his jeans. Part of him prayed she wouldn’t notice. Part of him prayed she would.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to excuse himself and make good his cowardly escape, she asked in a soft voice, “Do you want me?”

He couldn’t have been more surprised, more shocked, had she leaned over and slapped him across the face.
Do you want me
. Her words echoed in his head as an emotional war began in his breast: desire battling with fear, the frustration of all his stillborn attempts to ask her out on a simple date challenged by those four simple words from her lips. Four simple words that left him no choice but to take a leap of faith, to try and be the man he wanted to be, or to retreat back into the emotional cave that had been his refuge all his life and give up on this woman forever. She wouldn’t give him a second chance, and he wouldn’t blame her. He clenched his fists so hard the knuckles went white, the muscles of his forearms bunching up. He had fantasized about making love to her countless times, imagining everything he would do to please her, everything she would do to please him. Forcing back the fear and angst with an act of life or death willpower, he whispered, “Yes.”

She took in a breath, her nostrils flaring slightly, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Then prove it.”

Slowly getting to his feet, Jack stood over her, and an electric jolt ran down his spine as he saw her eyes move to his bulging crotch before again returning his gaze. He saw something new in those eyes now, something more than challenge: desire.
 

Leaning down, he took her gently but firmly by the upper arms and pulled her to her feet. He paused for one last moment, their lips a finger’s breadth apart, before he kissed her. It was a soft kiss at first, uncertain, but quickly grew more passionate, the tip of his tongue probing through her open mouth to touch hers. And as the kiss deepened, he pulled her closer, her breasts pressing tight against his chest, her belly against his. He shuddered as she ground her hips forward, and he could feel her mound through the intervening clothes and the storage blanket, pressing against his throbbing cock.

Anne wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down even deeper into the kiss, and the blanket fell away to the floor, revealing her nude body. She pushed him away slightly, just enough so his eyes, wide with wonder at the sight before him, could drink her in. “Do you like what you see?” she whispered.

In answer, he again pulled her close, kissing her hard now. Her lips felt like fire against his, and he moaned as her hot tongue began to explore his mouth, teasing and dancing over his own tongue before she sucked on it with lustful greed.

CHAPTER FOUR

Anne dug her finger’s into Jack’s hair as they fucked one another with their tongues. She had been sure, right up until Jack had gotten to his feet, that he would chicken out, that he would turn tail and run, leaving her there alone and humiliated. But he had, much to her delight, risen to the occasion. Literally.

“God,” she gasped as their lips momentarily parted. She thrust her hips against him again, shivering with anticipation as her pussy ground against his cock. She had been wet already, but was so wet now she was leaving a mark on Jack’s jeans.

Then his hands moved to her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and she felt a shiver of delight course through her as he began to twist, pull, and pinch them. “That’s it,” she murmured. She gasped when he gave her a particularly sharp pinch that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her cunt.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said, drawing away slightly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

“Do it again,” Anne ordered, her lower lip trembling.
God, that felt so good
. “Do it again, Jack. Do it.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as his long, strong fingers went back to work. She sighed as he twirled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, while simultaneously pulling them, stretching them. Then he walked his fingers to the very tips, which he pinched and squeezed.
 

“Oh, Jesus,” she gasped as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, while continuing to work the other one with his hand. His free arm was now wrapped around her, steadying her as he began to suck and lick. She could feel the quivering of the muscles in her belly, her inner thighs trembling as her body began to soar upward toward orgasm.
 

“Fuck me,” she managed, her nails digging into his back through his T-shirt. “Take me…”

But Jack — meek, mild-mannered Jack — had other ideas. His mouth and hands traded places, switching between her nipples. He was now sucking on the one he’d just been kneading with his fingers, and kneading the one he’d been sucking.

“Oh, God!” She had never considered the possibility that she could have an orgasm just by stimulating her nipples, mainly because the men she’d been with had been so focused on their own pleasure that the only orgasms she’d had were from vaginal or clitoral stimulation. She was caught completely by surprise when her cunt suddenly spasmed. Her eyes flew wide and she cried out as her body convulsed in a shuddering orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet!
 

But Jack wasn’t finished. He pushed her back the short distance to her desk. With a blind swipe of her hand, she knocked everything to the floor before Jack lifted her up and set her ass down on the expensive leather blotter. She pulled him to her, wanting him to fuck her, but he gently pushed her hands away. His eyes bored into hers with a look of pure animal intensity that she’d never seen in a man before, and she leaned back on her elbows, her heart hammering as Jack knelt down before her.

“Oh, Jack, yes,” she sighed as she spread her legs wide for him. He began to nip her inner thighs, working one side, then the other, alternating between them as he worked his mouth closer to her sopping cunt. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he moved ever closer. She tried to thrust her hips, wanting nothing more than to bring on that delicious kiss between her pussy and his mouth, but he refused to be rushed. “Please, baby,” she begged, “please, hurry, dammit.”

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she felt Jack’s fingers slowly part the lips of her pussy. Then she felt his tongue, wide, flat, and warm, explore the full length of her pussy, darting down to tease her asshole, then move back up along her pussy to her clit.

She reached down and grabbed his hair, no longer content to leave him — this wolf in sheep’s clothing — in total control. Panting now, she forced his mouth against her aching cunt. She cried out as he stuck his tongue deep insider her. Draping her legs over his shoulders, she began to move her hips, grinding her pussy against his face. He began to fuck her with his tongue, slowly at first, then at a rapid-fire pace, and she felt a sudden flood of cunt juice surge into Jack’s waiting mouth just before she came a second time.
 

But this was an orgasm unlike any other she’d ever had: instead of letting it peak and fade, Jack waited until she peaked, then suddenly latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked it between his teeth. He held the swollen nub captive as his tongue alternately flicked it, hard, before gently gliding over it in a circular pattern.

Anne’s body shook as the orgasm went on and on. Just when she thought it might be coming to an end, just as she thought she might be able to draw a full breath again, Jack stuck two fingers deep inside her and started pumping them in and out as his tongue continued to work her clit. He finger-fucked her hard, and she bucked her hips against him, her hands now gripping the edge of the desk in a white knuckled grip.
 

As her rolling orgasm began to peak, Jack again switched tactics: instead of continuing to pump his fingers in and out, he shoved them in as far as he could and began curling, then straightening them, as if he were making a “come here” motion. His fingertips beat right against her G spot as his mouth kept up the pressure on her clit, and it simply drove her crazy: she lay back on the desk, her mouth open in a silent scream of almost unbearable ecstasy.

“Jack,” she finally managed to gasp, lost in a fog of pleasure so intense it was nearly painful, “please…please stop…” She wanted the feeling to go on forever, but knew that if he kept it up she’d just die.

He said nothing, but his fingers slowed their rhythm, then stilled, and she squeezed her vaginal muscles, wanting to keep them inside her. His mouth rendered one final caress of her clit with his tongue, followed by a tender kiss.

She was just beginning to relax, her body still trembling, still high from the hormones released from her brain’s pleasure center, when she felt Jack’s fingers pull out of her cunt and begin to caress her pubic mound, running from the carefully trimmed triangle of hair above her pussy to her asshole. She shivered at his touch, her core muscles still spasming from the orgasm that was only slowly fading.