Authors: Devon Hartford
The doors close.
We’re all alone.
She’s totally checking me out but pretending not to. This shit happens to me all the time. Great ass. Fake tits. L.A. all the way.
The doors ding when we arrive on 14.
“After you.” You gotta be polite.
“Thanks.” She steps off the elevator and lingers.
The glass doors of
Trending Magazine
are straight ahead, but the hallway T’s in both directions.
We both step forward at the same time.
“Sorry,” she giggles.
“My bad.”
“Are you here to see someone at
Trending
?”
“Yeah. You too?”
“Audrey Fisher. I’m a senior contributor for
Trending
.” You can tell she’s proud of herself. She jams out her hand to shake. She’s got a strong grip. “Who are you here to see?”
“Electra Warmoth.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh.
You’re
the interview.” She’s still holding my hand.
I pull mine away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She starts walking toward the doors, implying I should follow. She reminds me of Gloria. A hot bitch who’s way too full of herself. She makes my dick curl up like a hermit crab. But, since I’m going the same way she is, what the fuck.
We walk.
She lowers her voice, “The rumor around the office is that Electra missed her deadline because she was having trouble getting your interview. That she couldn’t handle you.” She eye fucks me. “I don’t know what the problem was. Did you scare her off?” What a bitch.
“No.” I open the glass
Trending
door for her. Again, you gotta be polite. But I feel like bashing her head between the two doors. “After you.”
“Thank you. Such a gentleman.” She grabs me by the wrist and stops me by the doors. “If you don’t feel like…
Electra
is giving you a good
interview
,” she means sex, “let me know. There’s a certain
art
to it, if you know what I mean.”
“Sure.”
There’s a certain bitch to you, if you know what I mean.
“Here’s my card. Call me any time.” She makes sure to brush her tit against my elbow. “I’m always available.”
“Uh huh.”
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>
ELECTRA
“Tell me today is the day, Warmoth,” Vince Pitts says, sitting behind his desk with his feet up. He stretches his retro suspenders out with his hands and lets them pop against his white-collared pinstripe shirt.
“I promise. I will finish the interview in the conference room before lunch and have it on your desk by five.”
“Famous last words, Warmoth.”
“Vince. Have some faith.”
“You know I’m an agnostic. I don’t believe in shit until it’s handed to me on a platter.”
“I will have a platter of shit for you at five.” Vince respects people who can volley back his profanity.
“You can’t polish turds, Warmoth. Make it a platter of gold. Award winning, Pulitzer-worthy gold.”
“It’s just an exposé, Vince.”
“Shoot for the moon, Warmoth. You never know what you’re going to hit. Maybe he secretly saves babies in the Sudan.”
“I’ll ask.”
“Please do. This Connor character is getting a lot of buzz on social media since that convention last week. He might be the new it guy this summer. If you get me a good story, I’ll put it on the cover.”
He keeps waving the cover carrot in front of me, but with what Connor has given me so far, I think Vince might be barking up the wrong tree.
Vince’s assistant buzzes through on his intercom, “I have Hal Barrett on line two.”
“Got it. I’ll take it right now.” He punches the blinking button on his phone and waves me out of the room.
Hal Barrett is the publisher of
Trending Magazine
, so I make myself scarce.
I don’t know what I was thinking inviting Connor to the
Trending
offices to finish his interview. I told myself it would be neutral ground so he won’t try anything stupid and I won’t cut and run if he gets out of hand. I need to finish this interview. Now I’m thinking this was a horrible idea.
No reason in particular.
Just Connor Hughes.
Trouble always finds him.
At least the glass conference room here is a controlled environment with minimal distractions. And with the wraparound glass walls, he’s not going to try anything. Everyone would see us. I’ll be safe and I can finish my interview.
If you guessed that I haven’t figured out how I feel about Connor, you would be right. It doesn’t matter if the sex was impossibly good. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been thinking about the feel of his cock inside me ever since he pulled it out of me. What matters is getting this interview finished.
End. Of. Story.
Now if I can only find Connor.
He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago.
Am I surprised he’s late?
Not at all.
We’re talking about Connor Hughes.
I make it out to the lobby and the first thing I see is Connor chatting up Audrey Fisher.
What was I thinking?
Like
him? I
loathe
him.
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>
CONNOR
Electra barks at me and this Audrey chick, “Are you two
done
?”
Fuck, Lex is hotter today than at the convention. I don’t know how she does it. Do I have a thing for sexy librarians that I didn’t know about until now? The dick stirring in my pants says yes, as long as they’re not demon Gloria.
“Oh, hi, Electra,” Audrey smiles at her. It’s fake. They hate each other.
“Trying to steal my story?” Electra snarls at her.
I want to laugh. Cat fight.
“Steal it?” Audrey snorts. “You already dropped the ball, Electra. I was just picking it up for you.”
“I can pick up my balls myself.”
Audrey tries not to laugh.
Me, on the other hand, I try not to think about my balls because seeing Electra fight for me like this gives me a case of raging blue steel in my jeans. She can pick up my balls any time she wants.
Electra pistols across the polished cement floor on her pumps and grabs me by the arm. “Let me take you to the conference room, Connor. So we can start our
interview
.”
This is nice. I’ve had chicks fight over me before, but this is my favorite. Because it’s never been High Tension fighting over me. I never thought I’d see the day. I’m tempted to drag my feet and see if I can get these two to go at it. Something tells me Electra would rip this Audrey chick’s shit apart.
I smile to myself.
Some other time.
Electra drags me into the glass conference room and closes the door. It’s behind the reception desk out front. We’re in a fish tank. I can see into everyone’s offices and they can see in here. Most people are busy at their computers or on the phone or whatever, but a few glance at us.
The only sound in the conference room is the A/C blowing through the vent hanging from the exposed ceiling. The rafters are concrete and steel.
I sit down in one of the leather chairs surrounding the glass table and kick my boots up.
“Get your feet down,” she snarls as she pulls up a chair across from me.
“How’s your shiner?” I can see purple and yellow beneath the concealer on her cheek.
She raises her hand to touch it but stops herself. “Better. Thanks for asking. Your hand still black?” She remembered.
Grinning, I hold up my palm. “I rubbed all the ink off stroking myself thinking about you.”
She frowns, “That’s disgusting, Connor.”
“That’s true, Lex.”
“Does that mean your—” She stops herself, shaking her head. “I don’t want to know.”
“What?” I chuckle.
“No, Connor!” She busies herself with her notepad.
“Aren’t you gonna offer me water or coffee or some shit?”
She places her palms on the table and scowls. “I’m not your servant, Connor.”
“Don’t be like that. I mean, wouldn’t you offer water or coffee to your interview if it was someone other than me?”
She sighs like a bull winding up to charge the guy with the red cape. “
Fffffine
.” She flips her head and bolts to her feet. “What do you want to drink?”
“What do you have?”
“I don’t know, Connor!”
“Let’s go find out.” I stand up and follow her past a bunch of offices and cubicles to the kitchen.
She opens the fridge. “You can have anything on the bottom shelf.”
“Ice water looks good. You want one?” I hold out a bottle for her.
“No. I mean, sure. Thanks.”
“Can we start the interview now?”
“Lead the way.”
We walk a different route back, passing down a hallway.
“What’s in here?” I ask, opening a frosted glass door.
“The copier room.”
“Let’s check it out.”
I roll my eyes. “It has a copy machine. And paper. What do you need to see?”
I grab her wrist and pull her inside, closing the door behind us. It doesn’t have a lock. Oh well. I push her up against the door, which rattles.
“Stop it, Connor!” she hisses.
“Do you
always
wear tight skirts, War Mouth?”
Her arms hang at her sides. “I don’t know. What do you want?” She stares up at me.
I lean my arms against the glass, trapping her. “You.”
She looks away. “I don’t want you.”
“You did at the convention.”
“That was different. This is my workplace.”
“If I were to lift up your skirt…” I reach down and grab the bottom and jerk it up an inch.
She shivers, her eyes half closed. “Connor…”
I jerk the skirt another inch. “And stick my hand between your legs…” I reach up and feel the heat trapped down there. “What might I find?”
“Someone might walk in…” she moans.
I find her hot thong. I peel it aside. Touching her pussy is heaven. I have died and gone. I stroke her slick slit. “You are wet, Warmoth. Any idea why?” I tease my middle finger back and forth, working my way through her lips until I find the tip of her clit. I circle it slowly.
“Mmmmmm…”
“Tell me to stop.” I plunge my finger inside her wet hole.
“MMMMMMmmmmm…” Her eyes are completely closed.
I lick her lips. The sweet fuckin lips I’ve dreamed about kissing since I was fourteen. They part and my tongue slides right in. We slow fuck each other’s mouths.
“MMMmmmmmm…” She rests her palms against my chest.
I slide my finger out and massage her clit while squeezing her breast through her blouse and fuckin her with my tongue.
“MMMMmmmmmm…” Her thighs start to quiver.
“Yeah, babe. Let it out.” I maintain a slow but forceful motion on her sweet spot.
“MMMMMMMMmmm…” She’s gonna lose it. She breaks the kiss and tips her head against the glass. She starts to pant. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”
My dick is so hard it’s gonna punch a hole in my pants. I almost pop when she starts to come, bearing down on my whole hand with her pussy. I hook my finger and feather her G-spot.
“NNNNNnnnnnn…” Her pussy clamps down and she lets it all go, coming hard.
After a minute, her muscles start to relax. She falls forward and catches herself by bracing her palms on my chest. Her head hangs, her forehead against my skin. “Fuck me,” she whispers like she’s about to pass out. “I need you to fuck me right now.”
I grab her by the ass and pick her up. I spin us both around, looking for the nearest thing to sit her on. I drop her down on the first thing I see and tear her panties in half at the crotch with both hands. The fabric stretches, pops, snaps.
She gasps.
I yank my belt off. I can’t get my dick out fast enough. I rip a condom package open with my teeth and whip it on a split second before I fist my dick by the hilt and plant it in her wet pussy. The second the head touches her entrance, I go crazy. “Fuck, Lex. God damn it. Fuck.
Fuck
. Fuck!!!” I grunt. I want to spill my guts and say more while I’m inside her, but I’m afraid to say what I’m thinking. I don’t want to scare her off. The truth is, I never thought I would be inside her again. I’m fuckin
grateful
to be fuckin her. After she snuck out of my hotel room, I thought that was it. I was going nuts wishing I was inside her again. No matter how many times I rubbed one out thinking about
this
moment, it wasn’t the real thing. This is fuckin paradise. I’ve never known one chick where I
couldn’t
get enough. This is a whole new mind fuck for me. I’m hooked on her pussy.
I fuck her slowly.
I don’t want to make too much noise. With no lock on the door, someone could walk in any second and I wanna finish what I started.
So does she.
She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. “It’s so good, Connor. I can feel you hitting my clit every time you—
ooooh
, god… ” She clenches her pussy around my cock in time with my thrusts. “Fuck me, Connor. Like that. Yes, yes, yes.”
I hook my hands under her ass and claw at her cheeks while I plow into her. “Fuck yeah.” It’s so damn good my head is spinning. I barely know what’s happening except my dick is in her pussy and I need to pound her as hard as I can until she comes so bad she ends up as hooked on me as I am on her.
She leans back on her hands and throws her head back, moaning low in her throat.
Something beeps.
A fan whirs.
A flash of light.
She tips her chin down and peels her lips over her teeth. “Fuck me harder, Connor,” she hisses. “Fuck me as
hard
as you can…” She’s a beast.
And I’m the man with the plan who can tame that hungry pussy of hers.
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>
ELECTRA
I never knew sex could be this good. The kind of sex where you lose your mind and all you can think about is how damn
good
it feels.
I’ve had three orgasms since Connor entered me.
Three.
Four, if you count the one he gave me with his hand while we were leaning against the door.
This is addiction, people. Because I can’t think. I’m only aware of the sweet ache between my legs that can only be filled by Connor’s cock. No matter how many times I come, I need to come again.
But, like all things. The key is moderation. Four orgasms is enough. For now. “Are you ready?”