He darted his tongue against my clit and groaned. “Are you actually going to follow my directions today?”
“Yes…”
“I need you to be as still as possible.” One of his hands cupped my ass, palming it as he continued to stretch my pussy with his fingers. “Can you do that?”
I nodded, letting a low moan escape my mouth.
“Is that a yes?” He didn’t give me chance to answer. He drew my swollen clit into his mouth, instantly making my knees buckle beneath me.
Shutting my eyes, I screamed as he gripped my hips and slightly rocked me against his mouth—licking every part of me with his tongue, lapping up every drop.
“Andrew…” I could barely hear my own voice. “Andrew…”
My right leg lost its hold on the floor and I nearly fell forward, but he grabbed me and held me still—not moving his mouth away.
I pulled his hair hard, begging him to slow down, to let me attempt to control the pace, but it was no use.
He continued to fuck me with his mouth, ignoring my every scream.
As my hips jerked and quivers began to race through my body, he wrapped his arms around my legs and slowly pulled me down, lowering me onto his cock.
“Ahhhh….” I breathed as he buried himself inch by inch. “I…I…”
“You, what?” He kissed my forehead once he was entirely inside of me. “Do you not want to ride me this way? Would you prefer if I bent you over?”
I shook my head, and he covered one of my nipples with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it hardened.
Without him telling me to, I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved myself up and down his cock.
“Harder…” He bit my neck. “I want you to fuck me as hard as I fuck you…”
I grinded my hips into him again and again, as forceful as I could, but he grabbed me and began thrusting his own hips up from the floor.
“Andrew, I’m going to cum…” I cried out as he completely took over. “I’m going to—”
He slapped my ass as my body finally gave in, as his gave in, too.
Breathless, I leaned against his chest, but he didn’t let me rest long. He eased me out of his lap and stood up—walking off to toss away the condom.
Heading back over to me, he scooped me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom, gently lowering me onto his sheets.
I rolled over to the side of the bed I preferred—the side by the window, and waited for him to lay next to me, but he didn’t. He took a seat near the edge of the bed and lifted my feet into his lap.
I was too tired to ask him what he was doing, and the next thing I felt was a warm, soothing liquid dripping onto my skin. Then I felt his hands slowly spreading it around the places where the swelling hurt the most.
I moaned as his fingers massaged my soles, said his name as his fingers caressed every tender spot.
“Shhh,” he whispered, rendering me speechless as he continued to soothe me.
Every few minutes, he looked back at me and asked, “Would you like me to stop?”
I shook my head and kept my eyes shut, relishing every moment of this.
After what felt like hours of bliss, after he’d given me the best foot massage I’d ever had, he climbed in bed next to me and pulled me against his chest.
“Goodnight, Aubrey,” he whispered. “I hope you feel better.”
Elated, I threaded my fingers through his hair. “You’re not going to insist on taking me home tonight?”
“Not unless you keep talking.” He growled. “Go to sleep...”
“Thank you for the foot massage…That was really—”
“Stop talking, Aubrey.” He rolled me on top of him. “Go to sleep.”
“I was just saying thank you. I can’t say thank you?”
“No.” He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, saying, “Don’t make me fuck you to sleep,” in between breaths.
I attempted to roll over, but his grip was too strong.
Smiling, I positioned my head against his heartbeat and whispered, “Can you hear me? Are you sleeping?”
No answer. Just deep, sleeping breaths.
I hesitated a few seconds. “I love you…”
Foreseeable Risk (n.):
A danger which a reasonable person should anticipate as the result from his/her actions.
Andrew
“Jessica!” I glanced at the slightly normal looking cup of coffee on my desk.
“Yes, Mr. Hamilton?”
“Could you ask Miss Everhart to come in here, please?” I needed to see her face.
She’d been avoiding me all week, and if all I had to say was “sorry”—whether I actually meant it or not, it was worth it. I missed seeing her seductive mouth in the mornings, remembering how it felt when she pressed it against mine.
“I would do that,” Jessica said, “but seeing as though she put in her resignation letter last week, I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.”
“She quit?”
Without telling me?
Jessica raised her eyebrow. “She did. I gave you the letter she left, too. It was quite interesting.”
“I never got a letter.”
She walked over to my desk and sifted through the clutter.
“Here it is,” she said. “She left you two letters…Anything else?”
“No…”
She tilted her head to the side and tapped her lip, looking as if she wanted to say something, but she smiled and left the room.
Locking the door, I tore the first letter open and read it.
Dear GBH,
Thank you very much for hiring me as your undergraduate intern. I’ve had quite the experience working for you and am honored by all I’ve learned. However, due to personal reasons, I am resigning as of today.
I apologize for such short notice, and I wish your firm continued success in your future endeavors.
—Aubrey Everhart.
I sighed and opened the other letter that was addressed directly to me.
Dear Mr. Hamilton,
FUCK. YOU.
—Aubrey
Overrule (v.):
To reject an attorney’s objection to a question of a witness of admission of evidence.
Aubrey
New York City was an entirely different universe. It was nothing like I expected, yet everything I wanted all at once.