Black Ink (11 page)

When my body slumps against him, he pulls his mouth from mine and lowers to lap up my juices hungrily.

“Oh God, Alex,” I moan.

He kisses me again, hard and possessively.

“Whoever your fucking Gemma, stop.”

His words are direct as he puts my panties right and pulls down my skirt.

“I’m not…”

“Just stop.”

I can’t lie to this man, it’s as if he knows everything about me, straight down to my soul.

“Okay,” I mumble.

“Good, I have to return five phone calls I missed for you.  Lunch at one o’clock.  Simon will arrange it.”

“Sure.” Another mumble.

He lifts me from his desk and places me on my feet.

“It’s killing me not to fuck you right now, Gemma.  I’ve wanted to since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“Me too, Alex.”

“I know,” he smirks.

“Ass,” I grin at him.

“Yours is nicer,” he says lightly, a full blown grin exploding across his gorgeous face.

Holy shit!  What the hell just happened?

Lost in the project I’m working on, I answer the phone.

“Gemma Trudeau, Miles Davis office,” I say absently.

“Mrs. Stevens, you’ve been busy,” that same strange man says.

“Who are you?” I ask, instantly alert.

“Someone who has an interest in you.”

“What kind of an interest?”

My mind is racing trying to recognize his voice to put a face to it.

“A very large interest…”

“What do you mean,
busy?”

I have to get information from him to figure out who he is and what his link is to me.

“Your newest associates, and those lovely flowers, Gemma.  I see you’re enjoying your freedom.”

“You’ve been watching me?!”

Alarm rings loudly through my brain. 

“If Tony is behind this, please tell him he will be very sorry, I guarantee it.”

He laughs mockingly at me.  Then the line goes dead. 

And I thought things couldn’t get any worse.

10 CHAPTER

Gemma

He’s killing me.  Slowly but surely killing me.  The kiss last week, how he touched me and made me come Monday morning.  Then telling me to stop fucking The Faceless Man, (how he knew I was having sex with someone is something I’ll never figure out).  The worst part of all these is he hasn’t touched me since.  On the contrary, he’s been distant, aloof even.  The longing that’s been clawing at me since I orgasmed spread eagle on his desk has been eating me alive.  I needed more.  I needed him.  Inside me.  Now.

Screw him!

I’m in such a shit ass mood by Friday, I could throat punch the first person who even looks at me wrong. 

The strange phone calls, the irrepressible heat between Black and me, his hot and cold behavior, all of it was wearing me down.

Hence, the huge blackest black sunglasses are securely back in place.  I walk stiffly to my desk, coffee in one hand, bag with croissant in the other, not giving that asshole Black even the slightest glance. 

If he thinks he can tell me what to do when I’m not here
,
he is severely mistaken.  How dare he touch me like that, make me feel vulnerable, then ignore me?  God, I exposed myself to him, and he’s acting like a cold son-of-a-bitch!

I’m too worked up to sit still just yet so I bend over my desk to turn it on.  After dropping my purse down on the file cabinet, I march to the bathroom to wash up after the very strained ride in the Black Mobile to make sure my makeup is right in order to take on the world.  Alexander Black in particularly.  Furthermore, to say I’m a little disappointed that I haven’t heard from The Faceless Man this week is putting it mildly. 

If it’s possible to be angrier than I was, then I am.  I thought I hated Black before, that was nothing compared to how I feel about him now. 

This day is going to royally suck!

Alexander

She is so angry.  She’s even got the sunglasses back on but that doesn’t hide the scowl or the flaring nostrils.

I almost chuckle to myself but that would be cold, even for me.  This week hasn’t been easy for me either, but it had to be done.  It was excruciating not being able to touch her, taste her, take her.

I can’t resist.

I see the glasses are back.  What are you hiding from? 
Alexander Black

I see her spine stiffen and her jaw clench from here. 

Bravo to you, Ms. Trudeau, for your stoic determination.

Did you need something Mr. Black? 
Gemma Trudeau

There are so many things that I want, but I’ll start with you bent over with your pussy open wide for me,
I smirk.

You.  Now. 
Alexander Black

She’s shocked.

Excuse Me? 
Gemma Trudeau

My office. 
Alexander Black

Her eyes narrow to angry slits as her mouth tightens into a thin line as she glares at the screen.  She won’t even look at me.

Is there some business we need to discuss? 
Gemma Trudeau

If you’re not in here in five seconds, I’m coming out.  Is that what you’d like others to walk in on? 
Alexander Black

I can see she’s muttering something and I can only imagine what it is.

Five seconds later, no more, no more less, she’s standing in my office doorway looking stunning in a grey silk body fitting wrap dress, sheer black hose, with patent leather heels the same color.  What’s underneath is what I really want to see in the flesh. 

“I’m here, what do you want?”  She’s tapping her foot impatiently with her hands on her hips. 

After removing my earpiece, I walk to the door.  I can see she’s breathing heavily by the rapid rising and falling of her chest.  Anger, anticipation?  It’s probably both.  I take one of her hands and lead her in the rest of the way then close the door behind her, and lock it  The glass is already smoked.

I’ve been waiting for today.

“Please come in, Ms. Trudeau.”

“I’m in.  What do you want?”  Her words are clipped and tight.

“I want to fuck you.”

Clutching her firmly under her jaw and holding it still, I capture her mouth with all the pent-up aching that’s kept my dick throbbing and hard all week.  I wrap the other arm around her to press her against me. 

It was hell not touching her all week.

She reaches up and grabs handfuls of my vest and grinds her mouth just as feverishly into mine. 

“You,” she bites my lip.  “Are,” licks it.  “Such,” sucks it.  “A prick,” plunges her tongue into my mouth.

“Don’t think I didn’t want to touch you, Gemma,” I say roughly against her lips.

With her body pressed against the glass door, I feast on her delicious mouth as I untie the sash of her dress.  It parts softly against her flesh revealing the black lace bra and panties and the very sheer black thigh highs I watched her dress in this morning. 

“Alex…what are you doing?” she moans.

“Taking.”

“You can’t,” she pants as I lead her to the desk.

“I can, and I am.”

With her ass against the desk’s edge, I push the dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor to pool around her feet. 

“It’s a tragedy you can’t walk around like this all day, Gemma.  Such beauty shouldn’t be hidden,” my voice is husky and my cock is throbbing.

Her cheeks flash pink as she lowers her eyes.

I touch a finger under her chin to raise her face to look at me.

“You are the kind of woman that every man wants Gemma, never think otherwise.”

Her gaze softens. 

I lower my face to run my tongue along the edge of her bra as I stroke the hardened tips with my thumb over the see-through fabric.  Her head dips back in a heavy exhale.  Tucking my thumbs into the cups, I pull them down to free her beautiful breasts.  I take each in one in my hands firmly, squeezing them so the tips poke out, pointing at my mouth. 

“Such perfect tits, so greedy and ready,” I murmur, sucking each of them, pulling them into my mouth, flicking them with the tip of my tongue and catching them with my teeth. 

“Alex…,” she breathes.

“Patience pet.  I’ve waited all week, I’m going to get my fill.”

“Oh God,” she whispers.

Feasting on her succulent breasts, I pull my shirt over my head and throw it to the couch to land on my jacket.

“Alex, let me look at you.”  Her words are hungry from weeks of visual deprivation.

“Look at me, Gemma, touch me, burn my image into your mind so all you see is me when you close your eyes.”

Her hands begin to outline my chest and arms, stroke down the center and around my waist, then up to trace the contours of my abdomen, her gaze following the trail.  Her fingertips lightly outline the words tattooed peeking out beneath my bicep.  Lifting my arm, she runs her finger adoringly along each letter, Veni, Vidi, Vici,
I came, I saw, I conquered. 
She brings her face closer and licks the skin of my shoulder to get a taste of me.  She’s so hungry to fill all her senses, it’s beautiful. 

I slide her panties down her shapely legs, off each foot then slip them in my pocket, giving her a smirk.  Then I unfasten her bra and throw it to the couch with my clothes.  Next, I lift her and sit her on the edge of the desk.

“Give me that pussy, she’s waited long enough.” 

Getting down on one knee, I grip her thighs firmly and spread her legs wide.

Running my nose up her slit, I murmur, “I love how you smell.”

“Alex…,” she whispers hoarsely, grabbing my hair.

“I’m going to fuck you Gemma.  Are you on birth control?  I want my cum inside you.  My dick will be hard all day thinking how it’s dripping out bit by bit.”

I’ve already asked her if she’s clean.

A flash of anguish mars her face.

“I can’t have babies,” it’s barely audible.

“Ah, pet,” her pain tears at my heart.

I kiss her tenderly then, pulling her face to mine, wanting to blot it out.  I want the strokes of my tongue against her lips, her tongue, everywhere to heal her.

“Lay back, Gemma.”

Gemma

He is ecstasy and anguish, control and chaos, madness and seduction.  He is a vortex of oblivion that I want to consume me. 

Who is this man?  What happened to the ruthless, callous, megalomaniac Alexander Black?

My body is humming as he grabs my ass and pulls me so it’s hanging just a little over the edge, then he leads me to lay back against the cool surface of his desk.  He spreads my legs wide and begins to tease me with a single digit over my lips, clit, dipping inside me only to remove it to trace over me again and again. My breasts are heavy, aching to be touched, my walls are clenching hungry to be filled.  Finally he slips a finger inside me, pulling it back and pushing it in again, twisting and turning it, so slowly it’s torture.  He adds another keeping up the torment. 

“She’s greedy, she wants to be filled,” he murmurs huskily.

“Yes,” I whisper, arching my back.

He laughs a sadistic little chuckle.

“Put your feet on my shoulders Gemma.” 

A tremor ripples through me.

With his fingers still taunting me, I’m clad in my heels and hose, I slowly bring my feet to his shoulders.  He lowers his face to my sex and begins to follow the path of his finger with his tongue as his two fingers move inside me.  His lips close over my clit and start to pluck it.  He slides his fingers from me and traces a line down to my puckered back hole. 

“I’m going to fuck you here, Gemma…soon,” he mumbles against me, his lips fluttering over my pulsing nub.

Yes, please, Alex…
another shiver seeps through me. 

His finger circles the entrance then presses against it, demanding it open to let him in.  As his tongue circles and flicks my clit, he reaches up with his free hand and fills it with my breast, squeezing it possessively.  Taking my nipple between two fingers, he sucks my pulsing nub into his mouth and tantalizes it mercilessly with his tongue as his finger slips completely into my ass.

The thick, sweet, decadent drug of desire is melting me, taking me higher and higher, burning throughout my body.  I feel wantonly exposed on his desk with the world behind me through the wall of windows, about to be plunged into a raging fire.  He’s thrusting me into the flames and I can’t wait to be burned.

“Oh, Gooooooooood,” the orgasm begins so slowly and peaks in a hot simmer, like the rhythm of his finger and his tongue, the molten heat seeping through me thick and thoroughly, leaving no part of me unsinged in its wake.  I melt into him, merging and melding, it’s so good.  I’m intoxicated riding that wave as he lifts his mouth from me but not his finger. 

“So fucking sweet, Gemma, spread out like that,” he growls.

Then he’s there, the head of his shaft gliding over my slickness.

“I’m clean, Gemma.  I never go unprotected.  But you…I have to feel you completely, have to have you feel me.  It’s an obsession.”

“Yes, Alex, please, I need you now…”

“Fuck, pet,” he growls as he removes his finger and thrusts completely inside me.

Yes!  Yes, that’s it! 

My back lifts off the flat surface welcoming him in, finally getting what I crave.

“You feel so good, so tight, so perfect,” he moans.

His thrusts are deep and slow, deliriously leisurely, stroking me back into that vortex of oblivion. 

“Wrap your legs around me, Gemma,” he says roughly as grasps my hips and digs his fingers into my flesh. 

His hips move harder and more demanding into me, taking me higher and higher.  Then he grinds, circles, and plunges into me, rubbing every nerve ending inside me.  The wave is cresting higher, taking me with it.  Then he’s bent over on top of me, skin against skin, body against body, one arm wrapped tightly around me with his hand under my bottom, the other by my head, leaning my face to his. 

“Grab my cock, Gemma, squeeze it.”  My walls bear down on him, gripping him tightly.  “Yes, just like that, baby…fuck!”  His mouth devours mine, consuming it.

He pushes my ass up into his thrusts, my clit feeling every incredible move of his body.  He’s got me pinned beneath him, I can’t move, taking everything he’s inflicting on me.

“I can feel you’re ready, pet, that hungry pussy getting tighter and tighter, squeezing my dick.”

His mouth latches onto mine as he grinds his hips into me and pushes me over the edge.

I scream my release into his mouth, and he growls deeply into mine.

He lifts his body from me, grabs my hips with both hands and pounds into me hard and deep.  I feel his shaft swell and twitch as he thrusts in and arches his back, dipping back his head.