Holt's Holding (10 page)

“Thank You Mr.
Leiber,
and I will
try to enjoy the time off.”

Fuck…I stepped back off the elevator and just paused at my
front door. I
wasn’t
ready to deal with him just yet.

I opened the door and walked in. He
was
seated
once again at the breakfast bar, and on his cell grinning ear to
ear as if he just bested whomever he was speaking with. Yes, he was extremely
pleased with himself.

“My night to your bishop!” he smirked.

“Well, no one said, I had to play fair. Your arrogance just
cost you.
Your move.”
He smile and leaned back hanging
up his phone.

Walking to my room, I
didn’t
; more
like couldn’t even look at him.

I placed my purse and computer bag down on the bed then
turned back to my bedroom door. As Charlie was looking straight down the hall,
his phone rang again, pausing for a moment, I was a bit curious of his earlier
conversation, but pulled myself quickly back, slamming the door shut.

I needed to get to the gym and work off my newfound
frustration.
 
I now sounded just like
Brady. Throwing my heels off, I pulled my dresser drawers open. Yes, I needed
to change and take advantage of the gym. Reaching behind for my zipper I tried
to pull it down, oh shit...I just remembered why this dress sat in the back of
my closet.

I
couldn’t
ever get it off.

Ok,
I’m
a big girl. I sucked in a
cleansing breath and opened my door. Charlie was typing away on his keyboard.

“Charlie?” I walked down the short hall to the kitchen as
he raised his expression to mine.

“Yes Lillian?” He smiled dangerously at me.

“I’m afraid I’m in need of your assistance. I
can’t
seem to reach the top of my zipper. Would you mind?” I
paused looking straight into his very pleased expression. He was about to
stand. “Please, there is no need for you to get up. If you could simply, get it
down, just enough for me, I would be extremely grateful.” I turned my back
towards him.

His hands seemed
way too
comfortable as he placed them around my hips, pulling me back to him.

“I need you a little closer, if I am to remain
seated.”
 
The amusement
was laced
through every word he spoke.
 
Yes, he was enjoying this
way
too
much.
 
“Any particular reason
you’ve decided to change? I thought this dress was truly becoming on you. It
rather played up your grey eyes brilliantly”

“Thank you, but it seems I received an unexpected day off,
and the dress no longer necessary.”

“Well then, aren’t you
lucky.
” His
hands slowly moved up to the zipper.

I had already moved my hair out of the way not wanting a
repeat of his touch against my skin.

His finger curled around the top of the dress

Again, he managed to be sure to touch my skin, and again he
had the same effect on me.

I knew he had turned his body towards mine as his legs were
on either side of my body. If he pulled me any closer, I would be sitting in
his lap where I suspect he would want me. Hell, I probably
wouldn’t
complain.
 
Calmly, I sucked a cleansing
deep breath in, and released it slowly out. His hands pulled at the zipper,
easing it down. With one swift motion, he had unzipped me just down to the
lowest portion of my back.

The heat of his breath on my skin sent chills up my spine
igniting my desire and pooling it just at my center. I could tell he too
was frozen
in what seemed to be a mutual desire and
attraction. His hand was now running soft and deliberately up my spine sending
a shock of sensations thru my body. I cocked my head to the side biting hard
into my lower lip.
 
Oh dear lord I needed
to
get
laid.
 
I
needed to move, but my feet felt planted firm and unresponsive.

His hand stopped just at the clasp of my bra.
 
His index finger slow, but confidently slid
under….oh he was good.
  
Both fear and
anticipation, ignited like a fire across my skin.
 
The need to let go of my restraints had me
breathing a bit harder.
 
His
scent,
encased me like an invisible prison.
 
I wanted this man.
 
For the first time I
didn’t
want to think, I didn’t want to hold onto the control I’ve used for so
long.
 
Closing my eyes, my lungs were
desperate for air and my body ached for his touch.

With just his index finger and thumb, he unreservedly
unhooked my bra. His second hand swiftly snaked around my waist within my dress
skin to skin. I knew where his wondering hand
was headed
.

The other hand had me a bit surprised, poised and ready in
the direction of my need. Both had snaked around and paused at my abdomen,
moving to their desired locations.

His hands were large on my body making me feel so small in
his hold. Taking in another deep breath the debate in my head was waging. Yes,
he was an off limit.

One question sprung in my mind.
 
What had Julie implied about him?

Yes, the deeper meaning was obvious; he was more like me.

He liked exerting control without the emotional
entanglements, so with that, he was free game. There was no concern of hurting
him, or him wanting, what I
couldn’t
give him. This
could work…I could use him. This one time and be done with it.

The debate
was had and finished just as
his grip pulled me into him, his lips now on my back
.
 
The fear I held had my skin oversensitive has
his lips moved in a sensual hunger.
 
Control, the one thing I held to, was now fleeting from my grasp.

Those wonderfully large hands now set to their goal. One up
and under my loosen bra swiftly taking my breast into his grasp kneading and
teasing my nipple. The second dropped down and into my panties, landing just at
my center; massaging me like his hand knew my body from experience.
 
The moment his pinched my clit hard, I
gasped.
 
My inner alarms started
screaming.
 
Don’t
let go, don’t give away the control.

“Your so wet Lillian.” his mouth worked my neck as hi
finger fell into my slits and straight to the center of my body.
 
The shiver that ran through me, my evident I
had no control.

His breathing matched my own, labored. My body moved into
his matching the rhythm of his hand. I pressed my ass into his arousal, and my
head fell to his strong and broad shoulder as his lips moved to my neck
;
nipping and licking. Oh, his tongue was good. This man
knew exactly, what he was doing.

Oh, and I was more than grateful. My blossoming desire was
fully heated and about to peak. Oh lords, so close.
 
Letting go would be dangerous, but
fuck
he felt so good.

“More,”
I moaned.

“My pleasure.” he rasped in my ear then sucked my lobe.

With full confidence, he stood me to my feet and released
my breast. Exulting his strength and need his hand ripped my dress down the
center exposing my entire back. Then lowered to my panties and again with swift
urgency he pulled them down.

“Grip the counter,” he ordered and I obliged.
 
Control,
yup
he had
it.
 
Shit, I was terrified but
intrigued.
 
A sense of knowing hit me
hard.
 
A weird, yielding sense of trust
with him took the place of fear.

His hand moved to my hip where he gripped it hard. My body,
responsive to his intent, I arched my back, accepting the invitation.

I could hear him unzip his pants and pull himself free. I
cocked my head to the side, just as I suspected, he was large, and much larger
than I thought would be possible. Oh shit, I would pay for this later, and knew
it. However, my greedy desire was more than willing, caught up, I craved.
 
I needed him in me.
 
I needed him to fill me and I craved it in
such a way that I would do just about anything in this moment to fill that
need.

Feeling him at my core, Charlie’s fingers preceded him,
circling just at my opening. It was if he was preparing me for his size.
 
Already soaked in anticipation, Charlie slid
not one, but two fingers inside.
 
His
entrance, precise, perfectly working me into a frenzy.
 
Obvious experience loomed, as he easily found
the cluster of nerves with reverence.
 
Breathing hard, his body pressed against mine, working my arousal to an
impossible breaking point.

Whispering into my ear, “You’re so tight, cum for me
Lillian.”

That’s
all
it took, a simple command and his heated breath on my neck, to push me over the
edge.

Before I knew it, his tip replaced his fingers and began a
slow push in.

“Oh, lord”…I breathed as his hands were both gripping to my
hips. He pushed his full length in as tempered and managed as he could allow.
My body oddly felt sore with his entrance. He filled me tight and fuller than I
thought I could handle. My breath caught in my lungs from the burn of his
entrance.
 
A pain I now understood I
longed for.
 
I almost felt like I
could seriously be torn
in half; in a very wanted and needed
way.

His pull, was just as slow exiting, leaving me with more
need of his exquisite return. My hands gripped firm to the counter for balance
when his full return hit me.

With each thrust, he felt as if he was deeper. The pain
exquisite; pushing my climax further, taking me entirely.
 
I could feel him under my skin and he felt,
oh shit, he felt like home.
 
My body was
so in tune to his with a scary familiarity.
 
Shut my head down, I needed, no want to only feel for this one moment I
wanted to let myself feel.
 
The build and
rush of blood had me lost.
 
I felt the orgasm
as it seeped down through every nerve ending.
 
His thrust now increased in speed, as he knew what and how I needed him.

“Harder” I rasped thru labored breath, and he obliged.

His pounding increased eagerly and his hand snaked around
climbing to the front of my neck. I circled my hips, taking his length further
need. The more I moved, the clearer it was becoming that this was what he
wanted.
 
Pausing, I sensed his need to
reign himself in.
 
The tension in him,
was building, as it dawned on me that this small display had me even more
turned on.

Oh, I felt the desperation as my body began to shake with a
release I had no right
to
.
 
This was insane!
 
Letting go fully the orgasm surged through
me, a full on volcanic eruption, somewhere form the hidden depths of me
released. Yes, I screamed. My eyes closed and my heart beating erratically.
This was the release I so craved. His thrust seem to grow, and tension was
about to roll thru him and release.

One last thrust and his body tensed fully while his grip
pulled me tight to him.

I lowered my head to the counter and released a breath of
satisfaction.
 
This was so fucking
unexpected.
 
How the
hell
did he do this?
 
And
where the fuck was all my control?

“You are an exquisite creature Lillian,” he breathed then proceeded
with one last kiss to my shoulder. Releasing his hands, he steadied himself.
Gently he began his retreat from my body leaving me sore…deliciously sore. With
the final length of him gone, I gasped.

I could hear him fix his pants zipping them back up.

Shit, what did I just do? The question now swirled thru my
head.

Lifting my head off the counter, I looked to my now ripped
and hanging dress.
 
I gave up
control?
 
I was pissed
at myself.
 
The fog cleared and anger
replaced it.
 
It
wasn’t
his fault, but rather my own.

Pursing my lips, I frowned. “I really liked this dress.”
Sighing, I found myself shaking my head at my inner stupidity.

“As did I,” he offered, with an amused tone in his voice.

“Clearly.”
I
replied in a sadistic tone, rolling my eyes.
 
Fuck, what did I just do?
 
Yes, I
had sex with him, but my
control?
 
I abandoned it so easily!

His body once more came down to my back, lingering a bit,
as he slowly reached over me; his hand firm around my waist, firm against his
body.
 
His cologne held me prisoner.