Executive Perks (19 page)

It was impossible to sleep through that.

She felt his stiff cock against her hip as he explored the depths he’d gotten to know pretty well by now, making no move to mount her again though.

“Mmm…I’m going to be sore when this is all over.”

His lips brushed her shoulder. “Me too,” he whispered and she laughed. “One part of me anyway,” he amended.

“I get the impression you don’t mind giving that a vigorous work out.”

He brought her hand over to his cock. “Not at all. It’s good for it.”

“I bet it is.” She tugged at his long beautiful cock, rolling over on her side to face him so she could get a better grip, draping one leg over his hip in the process.

“Nice,” he hummed, returning the favor with a sure, skillful caress of her clit.

“Nice,” she agreed.

He rolled over onto his back and swiped a hand down to retrieve yet another of the foil packets that he’d long since dug out of his wallet and strewn on the floor for easier access.

“I hope you have stock in that company,” she commented, and he grinned.

He handed one out to her. “Let’s see you do some of the work.”

She took it eagerly and scooted over to sit on the top of his thighs. “I wanted to! You wouldn’t let me.”

“Because the object is not to come while the condom is being put on. But now you’ve wrung everything out of me, I think it’s safe.”

She ripped the packet open. “Jumbo,” she hummed, pretending to read the label although it was too dark to do so really.

“Of course.”

“Although they say size doesn’t matter to women.”

“That’s what they
say
.”

She gripped his cock with one fist, pumping it lightly, and he groaned. As it jumped and twitched, she rolled the condom down. “I feel like I’m corralling some wild animal,” she muttered.

“Mmmm, you’ll make my head turn with all your compliments.” When she had it on, he surprised her by pulling her farther up until the hot head of his cock was at her entrance.

“You weren’t kidding about me doing the work, were you?”

He yanked her down, swiftly, onto his cock and they both gasped at the contact.

“No,” he said, moving her hips with his hands for a moment before falling away. “Come on. Your turn. I’ve exhausted all my fancy moves.”

“I doubt that.” But she started to ride him, tentatively at first and then with more confidence. It seemed she couldn’t move a wrong way with this man. Whatever she did with him and his most excellent instrument felt good to her. His low groans of encouragement assured her the feeling was mutual.

She leaned down to let her tongue play with his lips, his tongue. She leaned farther over. The flat brown nipples on his muscular chest.

He bucked up at that and she chuckled. “You like that?” she echoed his earlier words, raising her head.

“I like anything you do to me.”

She raised her hips, the slow firm pressure of him easing as she slid off him and then returning as she slid back down. Slow. She kissed his lips and felt his fingers tangle in her hair, keeping her there, kissing her wildly until she finally broke away and began to move in earnest, quick hard strokes of him in and out of her and he pulled her chest to him, managing to latch on to one of her jiggling breasts despite the activity.

Oh God, how did he do this again and again to her? she thought as she came and his hands moved to her ass, anchoring her to him as he did as well.

She shuddered and slid off him, lying down beside him. “We have to stop. I’m numb.”

He peeled the condom off, knotting the end and sending it to join its similarly fallen brothers where he had shoved them under the legs of the coach, along with the wrappers. Gross, but what the hell else were they supposed to do with them? “Okay, for now. But only because we’ve run out of condoms.”

She rested her head on his chest, his fingers sifting through her hair. She felt so at peace, so relaxed.

After a few minutes of cuddling, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Was that really true what you told me that night you were so out of it?”

“What?”

“That you’d never given a man a blow job.”

If the room wasn’t so dim, she supposed he would be able to see her blush, ridiculous as it was in the context. She didn’t answer.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He laughed softly.

“I guess,” she grumbled. “But you don’t have to sound so amused over the fact.”

“I’m not! It’s sweet.”

She harrumphed. “And anyways, I did give you one, a blow job, right? In the limousine?”

He laughed. “It was a valiant start.”

She punched him, right in his solid six-pack abs and he caught her fist, still laughing. “What? Don’t get mad. I’m volunteering to coach you on your technique. I’m betting you can wring one more orgasm out of me.”

“Gee, thanks for your confidence. You’re all heart.”

The hand that was clasping her fist nudged her farther south, where she marveled that yet again his interest was perking up. “Really.” His voice sounded low and almost hoarse. “Do you want me to, er, show you?”

She had a faint memory of tasting him, all that power and strength pulsing against her tongue, his hands gripping her hair wildly.

And she was pretty sure she probably hadn’t even been doing it right at the time.

“That’s very noble of you to offer.”

“I’m all about education, Miss Beckett. Life is one long educational journey.”

“Yes, you’ve been quite an education, Mr. Winston.”

“Besides, we’re out of condoms.”

She pushed him onto his back, coming over him and, after a moment of hesitation, she slid down to in between his legs. He really was amazing. They had made love how many times in the past few hours? And yet by the time she knelt between his open legs, he was fully erect again. He scooted up a little so he was half sitting up against the arm rest of the sofa, his cock bobbing straight up in the air, and softly caressed her cheek, her chin, her jaw, sliding one finger along her open lips as she knelt between his legs. Sensing her hesitancy, he whispered, “Just put that pretty mouth of yours on my cock. That’ll be enough to start.”

Swallowing first, her lips feeling suddenly dry, she complied. Lord, he tasted hot as a poker against her tongue. She licked the smooth, velvety head of his cock and then tentatively took the whole of it in her mouth. The whole head, that is. She doubted the whole of his cock would fit in anyone’s mouth. Her hand came naturally to stroke the stalk of him as she caressed him with her mouth and he praised, softly, “Oh yeah. Just like that.”

She took more of him, licking and sucking until his cock was wet and throbbing from her attentions, and he suddenly dug his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer. She startled, gagging a little, and he immediately pulled a fraction of a bit back, murmuring apologies, petting her hair, kissing her cheek, but subtly and surely directing her mouth back to him.

When she went to suck him this time, she ran her mouth up and down the thick, pulsing stalk, over the head she could feel was moist and salty with his excitement, his harsh breathing sounding in her ear, and then she sucked, hard, reaching her fingers down to lightly fondle the heavy sacs beneath his cock.

He moaned and without warning shot a hot stream of ejaculate into her mouth.

Having read about the experience, she had always assumed that it would be odd, even unpleasant, but it wasn’t. It felt…natural, like some kind of crazy offering he was making to her or sacrifice to the gods or something. She swallowed without thinking and heard him groan, pulling out of her at once, shifting her up onto his lap and cradling her.

“God, Virginia. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have warned you or pulled out first, or… God. Was it okay?”

She laughed. Apparently what he’d done was very bad manners in his world. His experience combined with her inexperience made such an odd match. “I guess all your girlfriends have always known what they were doing in that respect.”

“In giving head?” he asked, still breathless.

She nodded and his lips softly grazed her temple. “Maybe, but nobody’s ever done it better, baby.”

What was going on here?

* * * * *

They had dozed again, but the loud thud coming from somewhere else in the funeral home startled them both awake. Virginia lifted her head from Aaron’s bare shoulder and pivoted herself up, grabbing for her blouse.

“What was that?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking, knowing he couldn’t answer the question any more than she could.

“I don’t know.” He pulled his pants on, then shrugged into his shirt and started in the direction of the sound, buttoning as he went.

“Wait for me!”

She struggled with the zipper of her skirt, not bothering with her stockings, and slipped her feet into her pumps.

“Let me go check it out,” he called back.

“Hell no.” She was suddenly remembering where they were, despite the idyllic bout of mind-blowing sex. A funeral home. She was insane not to have let that worry her more all this time. “I’m not staying here alone.”

She gripped his arm, almost stepping on his still-bare feet as she tried to keep right next to him. The dim light she’d counted on earlier had all but faded.

“I can barely see,” he muttered as she dogged him into the room across the hall.

A quick scan of the room didn’t show anything out of place that she could detect that could have made the loud thud they’d heard. Aaron detached her gently and went to a window. She hung by herself for about a minute like a grown-up before she scrambled after him. Some damn thing on the floor tripped her in her haste, though, and she pitched over it onto the carpet. When she rolled over to try to get to her feet again, she saw what the obstruction was in the dim light.

Her scream would have rivaled any teen queen’s in any horror movie.

Jesus, it was a body.

Chapter Six

Aaron was beside her a second later as she scrambled to her feet, looking down in horror. He crouched next to the body of a woman, putting two fingers to her neck. After a second he stood up.

“She’s dead. Probably not for long.”

“But why? What is this?” Virginia could barely get the words out. The woman was lying on her side, blood on her left temple and matted in her long blonde hair. “Jesus,” she whispered, turning quickly away.

The pounding on the front door sent them both running in that direction.

“Police!”

“Thank God.” Virginia was glad that help had arrived. Aaron didn’t look so sure.

“We can’t open the door,” he called.

“It’s padlocked. We’re going to open it with bolt-cutters. Step away from the door.”

Once they had complied and the padlock by the sound of it was dispensed with, a cop came through the door cautiously. His gun was drawn.

Aaron held his hands up and she mimicked the move, though she felt ridiculous, since this was the first time she’d ever done it. Of course there was a gun on her and a body in the other room, so better to be cautious.

“My name is Aaron Winston,” Aaron said. She admired his calm. “This is Virginia Beckett.”

“What’s going on here?” The gun wasn’t lowered yet so neither were their hands. A second uniformed cop followed the first in. “We got a report of screams coming from this vicinity.”

“That was me. We were locked in here and then we heard a sound and we found a body. And I screamed.” The words just poured out of her. “In there. The body’s in there.”

The cop that wasn’t holding a gun on them went to investigate in the direction she’d just shaken her head in. He came back a moment later just as the lights miraculously came on. “There’s a dead girl in there, Harry. I’m going to call it in.”

“What happened?” the cop asked them, as if she hadn’t just told him.

She was starting to get the idea this might not look so good. Indignation quickly followed whatever consternation might have been lurking at the thought. “I told you what happened. We heard a loud thud and when we went to look, we found that woman’s body.” She lowered her hands.

“Keep them up.”

Her hands jerked back up.

“Leo, pat them down.” The other cop had just finished his call and proceeded to do so.

“They’re clean.”

“May we lower our hands?” she asked, really annoyed now.

“Okay, but no sudden moves. And how about now you tell me what you were doing locked in a boarded-up funeral home?”

Aaron finally assumed control. “Let’s sit down for a minute. Miss Beckett has had quite an ordeal, followed by an incredible shock.”

He ushered her into the large room that still contained a few remnants of their strewn clothing, visible in the somewhat inconvenient sudden lighting. She grabbed for her stockings and panties, not to mention her bra, as they sat down, and stuffed them behind her.

“Yeah. Quite an ordeal. I can see that.”

She didn’t appreciate the cop’s sarcasm, but it was at least understandable. Aaron sat next to her, apparently unconcerned about their interlude being broadcast. The cops both stayed standing. The one put away his gun and whipped out a notebook and a pen instead.

“So what were you doing here, ah, for the record?”

“We each got a—”

“Hang on,” Aaron cut in. “Should we be calling my lawyer?”

“I don’t know. Should you?”