Just One Night: Part 5 (4 page)

“Absolutely. But first we need to visit the executive suites.”

“And what is that, may I ask?” William stands and pulls the back of my chair out so I can do the same.

“A place where we can meet clients, put the face of our business. Temporary office space.”

“Brilliant. Lead the way.”

I look him up and down. He’s wearing slacks and a short-sleeved polo. “I’m going to change into a suit. I suggest you wear one too. The Goodmans are pretty down to earth, but I want to show them they’re dealing with professionals. We can do the dress-down thing later.”

“Absolutely. I completely agree. Meet you in five minutes in the foyer.” He winks and leaves me in the kitchen.

I hadn’t stopped to consider the fact that all of our clothes are in the same room now. I chew my lip as I wonder how to handle this. My suit is on a hanger inside the door, and my shoes are in the closet, but if I walk in on him half-dressed I know I’ll be tempted to say screw the executive suites and everything else. Talk about complications. Why did I think this would be easy?

A minute later William is back. “I’ve just realized that I’ve already started monopolizing your space,” he says from the other entrance to the kitchen. “I’m moving to the bathroom to finish up. You’re welcome to have your room back.”

I smile, happy that he figured all that out without me having to say anything. Maybe he’ll actually be a considerate roommate. I didn’t know there was such a thing. Hank was always about Hank, and for him, I was a second thought if I was a thought at all. Maybe living with William won’t be so terrible after all.

I’m in my room pulling up the first leg of my panty hose when the door opens and William is standing there in a shirt and tie. He opens his mouth to say something, and then freezes with his jaw open. He’s staring at me sitting on the bed, his eyes immediately glowing bright with I can only assume is pure lust.

When I follow his gaze, I find him staring at my crotch. Too late I realize that my skirt is up around my waist and I’m not wearing any underwear.

CHAPTER FOUR

William

I’VE FORGOTTEN MY CUFFLINKS IN my valise. Deciding that enough time has passed that I could probably search them out in the bedroom without disturbing Jennifer and her change of clothing, I leave the bathroom and tap on the bedroom door as I push it open.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say that I’ve just come to retrieve my accoutrements, when I catch a glorious vision of Jennifer’s bush. The golden palace of the Himalayas is right there, practically begging me to enter and worship at the altar.

I’m finding it quite difficult to swallow as my throat’s gone bone-dry.

“Ummmm … I’m not quite dressed,” she says.

I pull at my tie, hoping for some air. “I’ll just … I’ll be …” I point at my valise, but I cannot for the life of me wrench my eyes from the view of her sitting spread-legged, in a skirt, with her lady parts there for the viewing. It’s the most maddening thing I’ve ever encountered, to be so tempted and yet so determined to do the right thing.

I wish to be Edward right now, because Edward would pounce without a second thought or a wisp of guilt. I, on the other hand, must walk the high road and be the gentleman.

“William, when you look at me like that I can’t focus on what we’re supposed to be doing.”

“Right.” I immediately move my eyes to the ceiling. “Is this better?”

She laughs. “Not really. You’re still standing there looking adorably sexy. You shouldn’t be allowed to wear that suit.”

I fold my lips into my mouth and press them together, trying to rein in my smile. My fingers have gone tingly, no doubt because all the blood in my body is now rushing to my nether regions.

“I can’t imagine what you’re talking about,” I say after a moment of failing to control myself. “Adorable? I haven’t even put my on cufflinks yet.”

I hear a thump and it draws my attention back to her. She’s dropped the leg she had folded over and has moved back on the bed a bit.

My heart races as I take in the possible meaning associated with her body language. She’s leaning back on her elbows but her skirt is still riding up at her waist. I can see
everything
.

My cock goes painfully hard, pushing out the front of my trousers like a camping tent. It throbs with need causing my balls to pull up painfully.

“This is never going to work,” she says, staring at my waist.

“What isn’t going to work?” Surely she doesn’t mean John Thomas, because I am quite sure he will work at one hundred percent capacity, despite my recent side-trip down skid row. I’m feeling right as rain, especially with the delightful view here in this flat.

“Living together and trying to run a business. We’re supposed to be going out the door right now and all I want to do is get naked with you.” She sighs, perhaps with disappointment.

Man the lifeboats! This ship is going down!

I take a deep breath in an effort to calm myself and approach this situation rationally. I shift my gaze to her face, which makes it just a bit easier to focus, but not much.

“How about this …” I must find a way to word this suggestion without sounding the cad.
Gently, William, gently…
“I propose that we remain
mostly
clothed, but rid ourselves of the current tension we are suffering in a brief but satisfying tryst, and then of course we would go about our business.” It seems perfectly reasonable to me. Almost scientific in a way, completely not motivated by the hardness growing ever stronger between my legs.

She laughs softly. “Is that your way of asking for a quickie?”

“It could be,” I say. “Do you mean to say that we could make love and then leave directly after? Snog and run?” I never pegged her for a woman who would be satisfied with such a thing, always picturing her wanting only true lovemaking with all the bells and whistles. I considered our dalliance in the club all my idea, my singular passion fueling the fire while she just went along for the ride, being a good sport. I’m aroused even more, knowing she is more varied in her tastes and just as willing to forego traditions under certain conditions as I am.

“Fuck and run,” she says, the devil in her eyes. “That’s what I mean.”

I yank at my tie, pulling it to the side enough to open my top button. I cannot afford to pass out from asphyxiation when all is being offered to me like this, possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity or a rare one at least.

“I’m in,” I say, a little breathlessly. “Just one moment and I’m all yours.” I fumble with my wallet that I’ve pulled from the pocket of my jacket hanging nearby and locate a condom, making short work of getting it in place. My trousers gather round my ankles, too caught up in my shoes to come off without distracting effort. I look the fool, but I haven’t a care. I’m about to enter the mighty kingdom, the glory hole of all glory holes, the deep, dark, lovely place I like to think of as
home
.

Jennifer pulls the last bits of her skirt up higher and opens her legs to me, reaching down to touch herself when she’s done.

A moan escapes me as I watch her pink finger slide into her wetness. I wonder if she has any idea how much this gets to me. I would do anything just to watch her do that some more. Truth be told, I would even clean her bathroom in exchange for allowing me some good old-fashioned lechery. I really am in a pitiful state.

“I’m ready for you,” she says.

My balls leap for joy as I shuffle over, endeavoring not to trip on my trousers. I collapse to the bed on top of her, propping myself up with my hands on either side of her head to keep from smashing her to bits. The bell end of my cock is knocking on heaven’s door, breaking through the first level of warmth and completely ready to bury itself in the remainder. It practically dances in anticipation. I have very little control left.

“Are we doing the right thing?” she asks, her eyes dark and full of passion. “We talked about waiting…”

“Anything that feels this good cannot possibly be wrong,” I say, pushing in deeper. I am a selfish cad. I will feel badly about it later, I promise.

She closes her eyes and moans. “I agree …”

I’m so taken with her, it feels as though a confession is in order. It leaps from my lips unbidden. “You feel so good to me, Jennifer. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

She smiles languidly, her eyes still shut as her hips move in a sensual rhythm. “Me too, William. Me too.” Then, without warning, her eyes fly open and she grabs my arse, pulling it toward her. “Now hurry up and fuck me so we can go to work.”

Never a man to disobey a direct order from a woman holding my cock prisoner, I push with the energy of a starving person scrambling for his last bit of sustenance. I’m seized with sensations that threaten to overwhelm my good sense. I want to literally nail her to the mattress using my cock as the hammer, but the last bit of gentlemanly emotion left in me eases off enough to allow her the comfort to which she’s entitled.

“Yes, William, yes,” she says, holding me tight, her body bucking and heaving below me.

I’ve never known a woman to be this enthusiastic. It’s intoxicating. My cock cannot get enough. She’s literally pulling the orgasm out of me, massaging my entire length with her deepest muscles. It threatens to cause embarrassment, being this close to the end when we’ve only just begun.

“Hurry, William, hurry!” she begs.

Is she worried about her orgasm or our appointments? I don’t know, nor do I care. I’m beyond controlling this runaway train. If I try to stop now, it’ll jump the tracks and I’m liable to be run flat.

“Sorry, love, but I’m nearly there,” I grunt out, trying to conjure images of ugly old women to slow myself down.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Her hips are jerking up and back, her fingernails digging into my back, and her neck arches as she lifts her breasts up to my chest.

It’s all really too much for me. Forget visions of old hags and their chin warts. I have this nubile beauty exploding beneath me. Why am I holding back? Bloody ridiculous, that idea was. I am the champion of sex! Watch while I take this woman to task!

“Harrrr!” I yell, now apparently a demented pirate in the middle of blowing his load. Unfortunately, eloquence has never been a part of my love-making repertoire. Luckily it does not interfere in the process for either of us.

Ecstasy surges through my entire body and exits into hers. I’m lost in a dizzying haze of sensual bliss. As my body jerks out the last of my energy, I think to myself I should thank goodness that I’m wearing a condom or I’d probably father a child strong enough to lift buildings with this sperm. I feel as though I’m Superman, even as I collapse on top of her completely spent.

She starts laughing as soon as she catches her breath.

John Thomas immediately responds by shrinking to half his size.

“Was it that amusing?” I ask, almost afraid for the answer.

“Amusing?” she asks, her face one big smile. “No. More like amazing.” She takes me in a strong embrace that threatens to deprive my brain of oxygen. “That was so much fun. Come on, though. We have to go.” She pushes me off and sits up, busying herself with fixing her skirt.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, my still be-condomed winkle lying flaccid on my thigh. I’m too bollocksed to think straight nor care about the unattractive scenery my used cock makes of itself.

She pats me on the leg. “Come on. No lying around. Time to get busy.”

“I thought I just did get busy. Isn’t it time for a nap now?”

“No. Up and at ‘em. Come on. They’re waiting for us at the executive suites place.”

I sit straight up, buttoning my shirt and fixing my tie. “Why didn’t you mention that sooner?” The condom snaps off with only a minor bit of pain to be placed on a tissue at the bedside table.

She laughs. “Would you have come quicker?”

“I could have.” Frowning as I consider my performance, I decide that yes, I could have come quicker. Those hag-visions did have an effect. “Yes. Definitely. I can do better.”

She laughs and stands, throwing her nude leggings off to the side. “I’m going naked. Come on.”

I stop in mid trouser-pulling-up to stare. “Are you certain that’s appropriate?”

“I mean without hose. I won’t be naked or commando.” She walks over to a bureau and pulls out a pair of lace panties.

“Indeed.” It’s all I can think to say in reply. What she means by being a commando, I’m not sure, but I’ve no doubt that I’ll discover its import at some point, now that we are flatmates. It does sound exciting, I will admit.

I go brainless with delight as she steps into her panties and pulls them up to her hips, settling her skirt around her legs after.

I must say, I’ve never lived with a woman, yet I find it’s been quite enjoyable so far. I can imagine that watching Jennifer dress would be motivation in itself to get up in the morning. Clearly, while having graduated with honors from university, I still have the brain of a fourteen year old.

When she first mentioned the idea of me moving in here, it was a bit unsettling. Now I find I quite like the idea. I shall endeavor to be a grateful and courteous flatmate. Then perhaps I could be assured of some more of these fuck-and-run events. Our partnership is already paying dividends.

“I’ll meet you at the door,” she says, headed for the hallway. “I have to go have some OJ.”

“Right. As you were.” I buckle my trousers and tighten the knot of my tie before pulling my jacket from its hanger. I cannot remove the smile from my face, nor do I want to. Life is very different from how I imagined it would be here in America, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

CHAPTER FIVE

Jennifer

EVERYTHING IS GOING SO SMOOTHLY, I’m almost afraid of my future. Obstacles have always been a part of my life, but here I am with an official business office, a license to do my work, and a seriously hot business partner, all accomplished in one day. Life is way too good, and scary as a result.

I can’t stop stealing glances at William. He’s driving his sports car, easily moving through the gears and negotiating the traffic as we make our way over to see the Goodmans. He said he wants to put as many miles on it as possible before his father takes it away, and since I’m not above petty revenge myself, I agreed to leave my car at home.