Into the Light (Untwisted series Book 3) (9 page)

The moment that Stella pushed a finger inside of herself and I heard how wet she was, I very nearly pounced on her and satisfied the throbbing need in my dick, but somehow, using every last shred of my self-control, I managed to refrain and watch as she withdrew the finger that was now shiny with her arousal. My eyes widened and I licked my lips greedily, desperate for a taste of her. Fuck me, this was so sexy. Rubbing her moisture around her clit Stella then proceeded to push two fingers deeper within herself and began thrusting them in and out at a faster rate. The heel of her hand was pressing against her clit and as a flush spread across her cheeks I could see she wasn't going to last much longer.

My cock visibly twitched and jumped under the material of my trousers as I watched Stella climax, softly moaning to herself and throwing her head to the side as her hand slowed its movements bringing herself down from the orgasm.

Fuck
. Blood was pumping down to my cock so hard I almost felt myself getting dizzy and I had to clear my throat several times before I attempted speech. ‘I might be having a night off, but watching you come like that has got me really hard, I wonder if perhaps you might be able to remedy this situation for me?’ I asked, indicating to the solid erection that was jutting out under the fabric of my trousers like a frigging mountain. I wasn't certain, but from the feel of it, my cock was the thickest and hardest that it had ever been in my entire life.

‘I'm sure that can be arranged, Mr Jackson.’ Stella murmured, easing herself forwards on the armchair and then dropping to her knees between my legs where she began to unzip my trousers.

‘Would Sir like to find his release using my hand, mouth, or body?’ Stella asked huskily, knowing full well that a bit of dirty talk did it for me. She was right it did, and in response my cock jerked wildly in her palm causing a small smile to break on her lips. Yeah, she knew exactly what effect she had on me. The strange thing was, it was only recently that I'd started to acknowledge it too without being terrified by my own similar response to her.

A low growl escaped my throat at her words, ‘Fuck, Stella, you surprise me sometimes.’ I said with a shake of my head, ‘To answer your very naughty question, I think to start with I'll go with option two. Now be a good girl and put my cock in between your lovely lips.’ I muttered, swiftly pushing my trousers and boxers the rest of the way down so they bunched around my ankles.

Stella wasted no time in complying with my demand and very soon I found my cock cocooned in the velvety warmth of her amazingly talented mouth. Fuck, that was good. Using the technique that she knew I liked best Stella teased the tip of me for a while with her tongue whilst using her hand on the base of my erection, then gradually built up the depth and speed of her mouth until we were both moaning and writhing around feverishly. Almost overcome with desire I forced myself to open my eyes and watch her as she enthusiastically licked and sucked me closer to climax, and then noticed Stella's free hand drop between her legs and press against her clit again. Well, well, the greedy little minx.

Once again I was amazed by just how aroused Stella got by servicing me, that surely wasn't the behaviour of a woman who was going behind my back and stealing company figures to help my opposition? Suddenly breaking her contact she looked up at me with wide desperate eyes, ‘Nathan, please, I'm throbbing, I need you inside me
now
,’ she begged me in a ragged voice.
Need
, not want, my ego rather liked the sound of that. But enough of that, it was time to put my plan into action, so obliging her I kicked off my trousers, scooped her off the floor, and collapsed us both onto the sofa. Then, as I loomed over her panting body I paused with my cock at her entrance – planning on using a little persuasive sexing just to make sure she wasn't the leak in my company.

It was at this point I realised that this was hardly my most well-devised plan. I was practically splitting at the seams with the need to come, so pausing now was fucking killing me, but I just about managed it, knowing that in just a few short seconds I would be buried in Stella's moist centre with her wrapped around me like a glove. Providing she gave me the right answer of course.

Christ, what would I do if she was the leak? I wasn't sure I could give her up now. That really didn’t bear thinking about, so I pushed it aside for now and simply asked what I needed to know. ‘Was Wednesday the first time you've been in my office alone, Stella?’ I asked, rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her sopping slit provocatively, making her mewl softly below me and buck her hips in desperation as she attempted to guide me in.

‘Ahhh … what?’ she asked, sounding genuinely baffled and apparently wondering why I was suddenly initiating a talk in the middle of sex. Giving her no warning I thrust myself deeply into her in one swift lunge and then held myself there pinning her to the sofa, ‘Answer me,’ I requested through gritted teeth, God she felt so perfect wrapped around me that I almost shot my load instantly.

‘Oh God … Yes. Yes it was the first time.’

‘Have you ever been through my things, looked at my paperwork?’ I demanded with my next sharp thrust.

‘No … no … of course not …’ Her nails were digging into my shoulders by now and she was panting erratically, obviously enjoying herself, but even so she gripped me tightly to stop my movements and pushed her head back with a questioning look in her eyes.

‘Nathan, stop … stop … why are you asking this? I don't understand?’ The complete look of confusion on her on her face was all I needed to see. I might not make eye contact with people regularly, but I was as sharply business minded as they came and I knew an innocent person when I saw one. Stella wasn't lying, she was genuinely confused by my questioning. She wasn't the leak.

Thank fuck for that. The relief that surged through me was so all consuming that I had to briefly rest my forehead against hers to recover from it. ‘Nothing,’ I murmured, reassured and then ready to finish off what I'd started as I sunk slowly into her willing flesh again and placed several light kisses around her lips. Nah, fuck that, I couldn't go slow, not now, not with so much build up, so with one foot planted against the end of the sofa and the other jammed on the back cushion I began to pound myself into Stella, releasing all my pent up aggression and relief in one go and exploding in such a violent climax that it immediately set Stella off on her own orgasm too. Jesus, talk about explosive coupling.

Afterwards as I went to move away Stella held my biceps to stop me. ‘Why did you want to know if I've been in your office?’ she asked, a frown settling on her brows.

Sighing I pulled out of her and rolled over, tugging her with me and debating if I should tell her or not. I definitely was turning soft in the head, because the next second I found myself spilling the whole story before I’d even realised I was talking. ‘I've lost a few big bids on new contracts recently, it's probably someone in my company leaking the information they need.’ I saw Stella's frown deepen and felt her body tense as she realised why I'd been questioning her, ‘My security guy told me I needed to check everyone at home who has access to my office.’ Stella's mouth opened to speak, but in her obviously affronted state she didn’t seem to know what to say, ‘I had to check, but I know now that it wasn't you,’ I said simply, cutting off her protests to quell any upset she might be feeling.

Wanting to move away from the topic of my work before Stella could get angry with my accusation I went for a distraction, ‘I quite liked you calling me Mr Jackson.’ I observed as Stella shifted on top of me and rested her head on my chest, apparently taking my hint and leaving my work issues aside for now. My hand began lazily trailing through the soft lengths of her hair and over her back, making my softening cock begin to consider the tempting possibility of initiating another round.

‘Yeah? Well don't get used to it, I can barely manage to say Sir when I'm supposed to.’ She mumbled against my chest. I smiled at this, it was true, she was appalling at using my title, not that I really seemed to mind lately.

‘Actually I quite liked it when you called me Nathan too,’ I added quietly, just as surprised at my own admission as Stella looked to hear it as her head popped up and she looked at me. ‘I've hardly ever heard you say my name. I … I liked it.’ Fucking hell, I needed to shut the hell up right now.

‘Maybe I could use it more often? Instead of Sir?’ she asked softly.

I paused, almost wanting to say yes, but somehow completely unable to. ‘No,’ I snapped, not elaborating on my answer, because quite simply, I couldn’t. My semi-erection went soft immediately as my mood abruptly darkened. Suddenly realising my position on the sofa with her cocooned in my arms I grimaced. What the fuck was I doing being so snuggly with her? I was stroking her hair like a total sap, for God’s sake. Feeling her tense at my sudden mood change I rolled Stella off me, stood up, gathered my clothes, and left the room without another word or glance in her direction.

Fuck,
I
didn’t even understand what was happening inside of me, so being able to vocalise it to Stella just wasn’t going to happen.

Slamming my bedroom door I threw my clothes on the bed and headed straight for the bathroom where I stepped into the shower, flicking the taps so it pounded me with icy cold water. After shocking my system for a minute or two I adjusted to a warmer temperature and as the water ran over my skin I let my mind wander.

One thing I kept coming back to was my brother’s words the night he had flipped out on his girlfriend Rebecca and turned up at my apartment. Words about love, needing a woman, wanting her, and feeling protective of her. I knew nothing of love, didn’t believe in it, never had, but the other stuff … the needing, the wanting, wasn't that how I was with Stella now? I certainly needed her physically, and I was protective of her that was for sure, my little trampling session in Claridge’s had proved that.

Fuck
. Squirting some shampoo into my hand I began vigorously massaging it into my scalp with stiff fingers until my skin felt tender. How the hell had everything in my life suddenly got so bloody complicated? Before Stella had come along my life was simple; business was my focus, with sex merely as a nice distraction and always with no emotional ties. Scowling I rinsed my hair with equally as much force and ground my teeth together. Perhaps it was time to distance myself from Stella and try to get my life back to normal.

As I continued my shower I realised that as much as I disliked the thought of apologising I needed to do just that, not to Stella, but to my brother. I'd seen for myself what a wreck he'd been since splitting with Rebecca so maybe I
had
been wrong telling him to finish with her. He'd always been the more normal out of the two of us, so as crazy as it sounded to me, maybe he did love her.

Admitting I was wrong was never easy, but I made the decision to call Nicholas first thing in the morning, perhaps it wasn't too late for him to call Rebecca and try to make things right.

Chapter Five - Stella

I chewed on my lip until I tasted coppery blood in my mouth and then winced as I remembered how Nathan hated it when I did that. Releasing my lip I puffed out a heavy sigh and shook my head as I finally accepted what had happened to cause my nervous state – against all my better judgements, I had gone and fallen for Nathan. How bloody stupid was I to enter an intensely physical relationship with someone and believe that I could keep emotions out of it? I smacked myself across the forehead for being such a naïve loser and noticed several of my office colleagues look over at me with curious interest.

‘There was a fly,’ I lied feebly, but to be honest unless they were blind they must have noticed my changing moods recently and know that something was up with me. Not that any of them knew me well enough to really care. That's one of the perks of being the boss, I suppose, I could keep an aloof distance from my work mates and selectively choose the few who I got closer too without anyone really noticing.

To really top off my bad mood Nathan had called me yesterday and told me he had to work out of town this weekend so we wouldn't be seeing each other. He'd sounded genuine, but brusque enough that I couldn't help but wonder if his sudden cancellation had anything to do with my slip last weekend where I'd asked if I could call him Nathan instead of Sir. Letting out a groan I closed my eyes at my massive blunder – I was his contracted submissive, not his girlfriend, what the heck had I been thinking letting my post-orgasmic brain blab out something stupid like that?

As much as I might want to try and deny it, the fact remained that I liked him. I winced at my pathetic understatement. I more than liked him if I was being brutally honest with myself. And I wasn't just talking about the sex, although to be fair the sex was out-of-this-world good. But there was just something about him, some kind of weird connection I felt with him that I just couldn't seem to escape, although God knows why I felt this way, the man clearly had issues and what with his demanding personality and stroppy-ness he was hardly a prize catch, was he? Pursing my lips I sighed. Even with his oddities I would put him firmly in the ‘prize catch’ category. The glimpses I’d had of his softer side; his small smiles, occasional teasing, and boyish hopeful looks just made me instinctively grow more attached to him every time I was lucky enough to see one.

Crap.
How did I let this happen? Nathan was a miserable bastard most of the time so what the hell was I doing developing feelings for him because of a few minutes of his ‘nicer’ side? Did I envisage that he would suddenly realise how amazing I was and change himself for me? Not really, I wasn't that deranged; he'd reached the age of thirty-one with this behaviour so he was hardly likely to change now, was he?

I whacked myself on the forehead again, and it made a rather loud slapping sound this time which drew even more raised eyebrows from the office outside, so with a growl I got up and slammed my door shut so I could berate myself in peace. What should I do? If I walked away from Nathan now and stopped our contract I'd miss him, I knew I would, but if I continued with it and fell deeper for him it would hurt all the more when he ended it, which let’s face it, at some point, he would. He’d drop me faster than a hot rock as soon as he realised I had feelings for him.