Dirty Martini Erotica
"Anywhere You Want" a sex story by Kris Williams
“Annie, call on line one.”
I heaved an irritated sigh and looked at the blinking light on my phone console. It had been a hellish morning: two unexpected client visits, a stupefyingly boring staff meeting, and I had a mountain of paperwork to catch up on.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, picking up the receiver and pushing the button. “Good afternoon, Annie speaking.”
“Annie, my angel,” Responding to the husky Quebequois timbre of Marc’s voice, my annoyance abruptly vanished.
“Hey, stallion,” I said, feeling desire begin to kindle in the pit of my stomach. Marc didn’t waste any time; he got right to the point. It was one of the things that turned me on the most about him.
“I’m downstairs,” he told me, and at the brusque, commanding tone of his voice goosebumps broke out on my arms. “Come down and meet me right now.”
“But I’m in the middle of – ” I began to protest weakly, and he cut me off without a second’s hesitation.
“I don’t give a shit what you’re in the middle of. Come down. Right now.”
He hung up and I sat there for a moment, staring stupidly at the dead phone in my hand. My heartbeat was surging into a runaway thrum in my chest and suddenly it was hard to breathe. Marc always had that effect on me. I only had to hear his voice and everything else in my mind flew away, everything but the raging lust he brought out in me. When he had written me from prison that he would make me his personal slut once he was on the outside, he hadn’t been kidding. I hadn’t taken him seriously, thinking it was just another racy comment in our sizzling correspondence, but here we were, almost a year later, and he only had to order me and I was his, just like that.
I replaced the receiver with trembling hands and got to my feet, smoothing the tight skirt I was wearing over my hips. That restless ache had begun to pulse between my legs, and I knew by the time I got downstairs I’d be wet and ready for him. I was helpless in the face of Marc’s relentless desire. I had never known a man who wanted sex more, and for me, it was like dying and going to heaven. I was an aggressively sexual woman and I thought I had finally met my match in Marc, but he surpassed me with the depth and strength of his need. It was intoxicating, intensely exciting, and sometimes a little intimidating, but I loved it. I loved it more than I’d ever loved anything in my life.
As I walked past the reception desk Sandra looked at me with a curious expression: I had just gotten back from lunch. I smiled at her in what I hoped was a casual way.
“Have to run out and do an errand. I’ll be back in about twenty minutes.”
The knowing grin she gave me told me she knew exactly where I was going and why. I felt my face grow warm and knew I was blushing.
“Say hi to Marc for me,” she said slyly, and I hurried past her, too intent on seeing him to bother denying it. All the way down in the elevator the excitement built inside me, and I told myself to stop being silly: it wasn’t as though it was the first time, after all. Marc had taken me everywhere, it seemed: in public restrooms, in parkades, in stairwells … he had a real thing for the dangerous aspect of almost getting caught, and I had to admit that it turned me on like crazy, too. Just the thought of him wanting me so much that he was willing to risk exposure was a real ego rush.
When I got to the main floor he was there, pacing the lobby like a caged tiger; restless energy coiled tightly, needing only my willing pussy to bring it out. He saw me and strode over rapidly, and at the look in his eyes my knees went weak.
(Fuck oh Christ I want to fuck right now -)
Marc grabbed my shoulders and jerked me toward him, slamming his mouth down on mine and wrapping those strong arms around me, unmindful of who might be watching. Seconds later I was drowning in his kiss, helpless to resist the sensations his mouth and tongue were creating, and when he finally pulled back and looked into my eyes I could hardly think straight.
“Come on.” Marc grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the floor-to-ceiling double glass front doors of the building, and as soon as we were out on the street he positioned himself behind me, one hand reaching up the back of my skirt to touch my ass. I was wearing a thong and no stockings - he liked me as bare as possible underneath my clothing: easy access. I gasped as I felt his fingers slide between my legs and skillfully push underneath the string of the thong to touch my wet pussy.
“Jesus, you’re always ready, aren’t you?” he murmured in my ear, and I nodded breathlessly, wondering how in the world I was going to keep walking if he kept up what he was doing. I stopped as I felt one finger slide into me, and he gave me a little push. “Keep going, Annie. That’s only the start.”
I managed to keep walking, but every time he pushed his finger into me it made me want to stop and beg him to do more, to get to the fucking, I wanted it so badly –
At the light on the street corner Marc withdrew his hand and smoothed my skirt over my ass, giving me a little pat, and I looked up at him, smiling into those dark, sexy eyes. He leaned toward me and gave me a gentle kiss, and I reached up and placed my hand against the side of his face, so tempted to say those words, the words I was so afraid of.
Not now, Annie, I told myself. Not yet. It’s too soon.
And too dangerous, my heart added immediately. You’ve got all kinds of time. Take it slow.
“You’re beautiful,” Marc whispered, and I smiled and said the first thing that came to my mind.
“So are you.” He laughed, a deep, rumbling timbre, and his lust flared. The ache of my desire throbbed insistently. “Where are we going?” I asked, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a knowing grin.
“You’ll see.”
The light changed and we began to walk across the street. This time he held my hand, and I didn’t miss the envious looks other women gave me. Marc was incredibly sexy, with those incredible eyes, broad shoulders, and a totally smooth, bald head, and he drew glances from every woman that passed. Most of the time he seemed oblivious, but when he did notice he would often give the woman a slight nod and a smile, as if to say thank you.
There was a park across the street from my office building; just a small copse of trees, really, with a bench and an ancient water fountain, but there was usually a scattering of people there, especially on a bright and sunny day like today. Marc led me to the edge of the trees, giving me a devilish look and smiling slyly, and I stared back at him, askance.
“Here?” I whispered, looking around. There had to be at least ten people: several lounging on the bench, more stretched out on the grass, arms behind heads and eyes closed. Marc leaned toward me.
“Here, Angel baby. Unless you don’t want it today.”
He had me and I knew it; there was no way I was going to refuse, not when my body was amped up and waiting, begging for release from the sweet tension he had already brought out in me. I allowed him to pull me into the trees, and we pushed our way through the entwined branches until we were hidden from view. Mostly.
I turned to face Marc, my breath coming fast, and in seconds his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs rubbing across the erect nipples in a way that made me want to scream out loud.
“How do you want it, Annie?” he asked me, and I struggled for a moment to make sense of the question; the desire clouding my mind made it difficult to think. He looked at me expectantly, and I finally managed to say, “From behind.”
Marc smiled and put his hands on my waist, turning me around in one smooth movement and pushing up my skirt. I grabbed the nearest tree trunk and bent over, and when I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt a bolt of lust shot through me, orgasmic in its intensity. A moment later I felt the tip of him pressing against my eager pussy, and then his voice was a warm breath in my ear.
“Now?”
I nodded frantically, pushing my ass against his cock. “Oh God, yes,” I said hoarsely. “Please, baby, right now – ”
He rammed himself into me so suddenly that I couldn’t suppress the cry that rose to my lips, and as his hips thrust against my ass, harder and harder, my nails dug into the bark of the tree and it took all the control I had not to scream out loud.
“Come for me, Annie,” Marc said raggedly, between gasps, and it didn’t take long; two more thrusts and I was coming, Oh God I was coming, and the exquisite spasms carried me to a place where only he had ever taken me. Marc’s hands tightened into claws around my waist as he climaxed, and he groaned his release, his arms slipping around me to hold me tightly.
“Oh Jesus,” he breathed, when his hips had finally stopped moving. “I can’t believe what you do to me.”
“Same here, Mr. Germain,” I told him, tears coming to my eyes for no reason. I let go of the tree and leaned back against him, loving the feel of those strong arms around me. “Same here.”
We stood there for a moment, swaying slightly, and both of us were startled by a tentative voice that spoke out of nowhere: “Hey, is everything okay in there?”
Marc began to laugh and I giggled helplessly, thinking that I’d never been more okay in my life.
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Copyright May 2009, Kris Williams.
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