Story of Us trilogy 01: TouchStone for Play (50 page)

“Come to Hong Kong with me,” he asks, not
so much pleading but appealing to my impressible side. He’s making it virtually
impossible to refuse. “We’ll play hooky for a couple of days, see the sights,
I’ll navigate ...”

His boyish grin sets my nerves on edge;
I’m starting to squirm on his lap and he knows it.

“You can tie me up and I’ll submit in
Chinese, what do you say?”

He must be desperate.

“You’re trying to seduce me Mr. Stone,
using your sexiness to get what you want?” I widen my stare and caress his lips
with the fingers of my right hand. “It’s back to business Ayden, I have to give
you back to
her
now.”  I offer a smile of resignation.

“Her?”

“Yes, A.S.M.I. your mistress. It occurs to
me that our relationship has three components and, if it’s going to work, I
have to get used to sharing you.”

He huffs away a smile. “For you to share
me would imply I love you both in equal measure and, that simply isn’t the
case.” He holds my face in his warm hands and meets me head on. “I love you
more, and I have the photo evidence to prove it.” He nods to the screen. “Take
a look.”

We focus our attention on the first
photograph he took of us in my apartment, pre-Titanic and Chinese take-away:
one of my favourites. “See, I loved you then and I love you now.”

I saw that too

My attention lingers on the photograph. “I
loved you then too,” I confess, returning my eyes to his. “That was the first
time you made love to me.”

“Yes, is it any wonder? Look at us
together. Just the thought of you turns this heart of stone into a raging
furnace.” He places my right hand onto his heart.

I’m touched by his honesty, but I can’t
let his disclosure shatter my resolve or affect his ability to operate
independently. I offer a coquettish smile. “It has to, to get all that blood to
your extremities.”

He grins, my sweet boy again. “Well my
extremities
are full-blooded now.”

Now look what I’ve done.

“Oh really?” To stir him further, I pull
my thumb nail to my mouth and watch his breathing quicken; the glistening
flecks in his eyes are darkening into a fiery, navy blue. “And what do you
propose to do about it?”

“I propose to make love to my future wife
right here in this office.”

He closes the lid of his laptop and places
it on the floor just at his feet. The dark, wooden desk has a vacant space,
just wide enough to accommodate my slender frame. He taps it with the tips of his
fingers.

“Take a seat Miss Parker.” True to form,
Ayden can only talk sex for a limited time; having it is a way of ending a
conversation: I’m happy to swap discourse for intercourse anytime.

I slide over, lifted by patient hands
gripping my waist. “It would be my pleasure Mr. Stone, but isn’t this where you
spend quality time with your mistress?”

He chuckles. “Fuck that, we’ll have a
threesome.”

Our laughter is smothered by hot, wet
kisses and all-consuming passion erupting around us. He’s using the wheels on
the chair to move closer to me and unbuttoning my jeans. His smiling eyes never
leave mine.

“You can’t be serious?” I’m stifling a
giggle.

“Yes I can, but this is going to be quick
and hard, we have a flight to catch.” He grabs my buttocks and pulls me to him,
leaving me to fumble with his fly, but I can’t do it one handed and, suddenly
shy, don’t want him to see what’s in my left hand.

He misses nothing. “What have we here?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re going out of your way to conceal
nothing?”
I should be used to his authoritative tone by now, but it only makes me tremble
with anticipation. “Show me.”

I nod no.

We both look down as he gently peels back
my fingers like the petals of a delicate flower. Sitting in the palm of my hand
is our joint present. He’s taken aback but utterly bemused.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?”

I can’t look at him, this is beyond
embarrassing. What was I thinking bringing a vibrating love ring to his office?
Whatever it was, we’re both thinking it now.

He cups my face with his hand and tips up
my chin. “I think we should christen our joint gift don’t you?”

My eyes are wide and darting nervously every
which way. I nod yes.

“Do you want me to draw the drapes.” What
a selfless thing to say.

“No.” I place the love ring on the desk
and set about undoing his fly, using both hands. My eyes never leaving his. I
slip my hands inside his boxers; his hot, firm buttocks flex and tense under my
fingers, causing my own cheeks to clench with craving. My heart beat is
increasing by the second. I lean back. “No kissing, just look at me.”

“With pleasure.” He does just that. Flickering
sapphires hold me in place, stealing the breath from my body. As he inches
towards me his face takes on a pained expression, lips parted, breathing
laboured with the intensity of his focus.

He’s reaching into his trouser pocket, I
assume for a condom and I’m presenting a mocking look of surprise, he catches
it and tips his head to the left. No words are needed. He learned never to be
unprepared on the flight over. I smile cheekily and raise the level of my own
arousal by watching him roll the condom down his rigid cock, and then position
the love ring over the crown and then slide it to the base. The black object
sits nicely against his pubic bone and nestles in his pubic hair. It’s a sight
I could never have envisaged seeing, up until a fortnight ago. Now, nothing
surprises me, except myself.

He spreads my thighs. “Hard and fast.
Ready?”

I’ve lost the power of speech.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He looks
positively euphoric. With a groan of surging passion, he slides into me and
grasps my waist, pulling me onto him so there is barely a millimetre between
us. He clicks the small button on the magical black ring and rests it against
my clitoris. He doesn’t thrust but rolls against me in tight, little circles,
caressing me with the pulsating head of the ring, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Miss Parker, you’re a very
naughty
girl, and I want you wet.”

The combination of words, vibration and
penetration set my nerves jangling; he has me fisting his hair. “My God!” I
call out, sucking him deeper into me.

“There’s the spark. Feel it Beth.”

Under his coaxing, I begin to spasm,
feeling an uncontrollable desire to orgasm. My own delicious agony is starting
to morph into helpless rapture, and his bulging cock is thrusting and lunging,
filling me to the point of stretching.

“Too much?” He gasps, dipping his hips to
stake his claim.

“No,” I pant. “God no.”

I’m impaled, racing towards orgasm,
struggling to inhale between excited cries. “Oh Ayden.”

I convulse around him, tightening,
crushing him once, twice, three times until I can hold off no longer. I’m so
swept away, I lean back, splaying my hands left and right on the dark wooden
desk, taking everything he has to give and wanting more.

From a foot away, I can feel his steaming
breath on my face, but it’s his eyes that cause my muscles to clench and tighten;
from the depths of the darkest place, they consume me, taking away any thoughts
I might have of self-determination. I feel possessed, my body is his. I belong
to him.

“Come,” he growls. “Give me the memory.”

His words are my undoing. I pull him to me
and wrap my legs tightly, holding him in place, willing the vibrations to turn
my insides into molten flesh. I’m rocking and pushing against him, responding
to his circular motion, urging me to come.

“That’s it ... I can feel you creaming
me.” He throws back his head, crazy with a savage hunger to ejaculate. “I want
to live inside you Beth.”

I’m on the verge of a breath-stealing
orgasm and his words are igniting the smoking embers sparking in my groin again
and again. I’m losing control. The throbbing is making me shudder, ripping me
apart.

I arch my back away from him but my
trembling arms will not bear my weight. He reaches out and his hands spread out
across my shoulder blades like folded wings, holding me in place. Fully
supported, I fist my hair and pant my way through an earth-shattering orgasm,
surrendering myself to the sensation, eyes closed, tears forming.

My God!

There is a rumble of such physical longing
it makes me open my eyes. His groans convey so much yearning and helplessness,
I want to reach out to him but my need for some degree of self-preservation
forces me to stay where I am, at arms’ length.

His groans increase with every penetrating
stroke until he reaches that point of no return. His damp hair is tumbling over
his forehead, his T-shirt is clinging to his muscular torso and now I’m getting
to watch him come inside me.

“Look into my eyes Beth,” he snarls, using
his hands to pull me onto him, bending at the knees until our bodies are
moulded together, filling and spreading me.

“You have all of me. You always have.” And
with that, the intensity of his bewitching stare fades and softens as he bares
his soul to me at the moment of his supreme orgasm. I take hold of his biceps
and hold on tight, until his thrusting slows and my internal clenching eases.

The pained expression leaves his face far
more quickly than it formed and I have my lover back, a little worse for wear,
but back.

“Fuck,” he announces, gently easing out of
me. “One of these days Beth, you’re going to give me a heart attack.” He leans
over, takes my face in his hands and sucks on my lip with his hungry mouth.

“You started it,” I tease, as he raises
his boxers a little, leaving the condom in place. “I only came over to look at
a few photographs.” I feign innocence.

“Of course you did, carrying this.” He
slides the love ring off, and holds it out in front of me.” He grins, in the
mood for some self-denigration. “So what are you suggesting? I’m a predatory,
over-sexed megalomaniac who takes advantage of you?” He lowers me off the desk,
pulling up my jeans tenderly. “No really, are you ok?”

It feels good to be asked. “Yes, and you?”

“Better now I have my mental picture of
you
.” He arches a brow sensuously and I roll my eyes. “Now it will be the
three of us in Hong Kong. I got you to come for me and
with
me after
all.” He laughs adoringly and rubs his nose against mine.

“Bravo Ayden. You win and I don’t even
have to endure the jet lag.”

“Then it’s a win, win outcome.”

“Please ...” I nod my head from side to
side.
Give me a break.
“Haven’t we moved on from the winning, isn’t it
the taking part that matters?”

“Yes,” he states, grabbing hold of my
shoulders as I stand in front of him. “It’s the
taking
part I’m enjoying
the most.”

“What about the
giving
part?” I ask
cheerfully, waiting for his smart reply.

“I like to think I give as good as I get.”
He winks.

“This is true,” I reply, with one of his
stock responses, meeting his relaxed stare. “And while we’re on the subject of
giving, thank you for this.” I hold up my engagement ring, even in the
artificial light the diamonds sparkle and the sapphire is iridescent. “It’s
beautiful.”

“Just like you,” he interjects. “I’m not
looking forward to us being apart for nearly three days.” He takes my hand and
we stroll into the lounge but my legs are still shaky and I’m a little
disorientated. He’s actually smirking. “Are you alright?”

“After what we just did, you ask me that?
What do
you
think?” I punch him in the arm and try to walk or rather
stumble away.

“Poor baby.” He picks me up off the floor
and throws me over his shoulder as if I’m a sack of something weightless. “You
need to lie down.”

“You need to
put
me down!” I call
out, half laughing, half shouting. “What are you doing, you’ll injure yourself.
Put me down you crazy, over-sexed, megalomaniac!”

“Here, lie down for half an hour. I’ll get
the bags taken down.” He places me gently onto the enormous bed. “Do you need
anything?”

“No, not really. Just you,” I purr.

He bends over to kiss me. “You’ve already
had
me baby, remember?” He walks away shaking his head from side to side,
laughing and pulling off his sodden T-shirt.

“How could I forget?” I call out,
following him with lecherous eyes.

“Sleep!”

I feel my eyes flickering as a wave of
tiredness washes over me. I really do need to rest.

It’s 0600hrs and Dan has been awake for
nearly an hour, undertaking a virtual tour of apartment 53a; some people count
sheep to help them sleep, he counts steps from door to sofa, from sofa to
table, from table to bedroom door …