Tokyo Tease (6 page)

“Why?”

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I don’t think I could’ve controlled myself.” He chuckled. “The only thing I’ve been able to think about all day is pulling your skirt over your ass and bending you over a desk.”

Heat rose along my collar and quickly enflamed my cheeks.

“You have no idea how hot you are, do you?” He reached over and tugged on my upper arms, pulling me toward him. I stood from my chair, and he guided me between his legs. I stood before him as he sat on my desk.

I found the closeness smothering, breathing impossible. I tried to step away, but he held my arms.

“Don’t go. I want you to see how beautiful you are. How sexy you are. I can’t believe you even doubt it.”

The fat pimp’s words from the hostess bar rang in my ears, but I didn’t repeat them to Kentaro. If he thought I was sexy, I wasn’t going to dissuade him of the notion.

Instead of explaining myself, I leaned into him and gently touched my lips to his. We hovered for a brief second, breathing in each other’s essence. Then, he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands slid from my arms, and he buried them in my hair. Without thinking, I clawed at the back of his shirt, trying to reach under to feel his bare skin.

His hands ran along my back and rested on my ass. He pulled me toward him. With one hand, he reached up and removed the strategically placed scarf. As it dropped to the floor, he gasped and whispered “
Suteki!
” as if worshipping me.

He glanced up at me and smiled. “
Are!
Natalie.
Suteki.
Beautiful.”

It took every ounce of my being to resist the need to shake my head in disagreement. I never had problems attracting lovers in America, and yet my time in Japan had wrecked my self-confidence. Instead of arguing and giving in to self-doubt, I accepted his assessment at face value. Kentaro was a handsome desirable man, and he wanted me. He wanted me. All my self-doubt evaporated when he lowered his mouth and followed my plunging neckline with his tongue.

His whisper tickled my skin. “Natalie, I’ve dreamed of doing this.”

“Really?” My voice squeaked in surprise.

“I’m
binbin-daze
at every staff meeting since you started working here.” When his tongue reached the apex of my cleavage, his voice lowered and, with a guttural growl, he said, “
Tamannee,
Natalie.”

Hearing him say he had an erection during staff meetings heated me up, but the hoarse, passion-filled statement that his desire for me,
tamannee
, was an uncontrollable compulsion melted me—a puddle right there in my cubicle.

Normally, I would’ve been reticent, cautious about going forward, but the night with Jenn revitalized my confidence. If I could bring her pleasure, I could definitely gain and give pleasure to the man I’d been lusting after for close to a year.

His tongue lapped at my breasts, sending electric shocks directly to my pussy. I stood between his legs with his face buried in my breasts and ran my fingers through his dark, luscious hair, releasing the aroma of sandalwood and musk. Inhaling deeply, I captured his scent.

He continued to tease every inch of my cleavage with his tongue and mouth. I trailed the other hand down his neck to the collar of his shirt. With one tug, the knot of his tie released, and I slowly pulled the silk until his neck was free.

His mouth still consumed with my breasts, he ran his hands around my waist and rested them on my ass. He scooted to the edge of the desk and pulled me toward him until his erection rested hard against my stomach.

As I worked the buttons on his shirt, his hands roamed up my back.

Top button undone.

His fingers clasped the pull of the zipper, and he slowly…tooth by tooth…released the zipper of my dress.

With each button I opened, he’d open a tiny bit of the zipper.

Synchronized seduction.

My breathing was so out of control I thought I’d faint. When my hands felt the warm skin of his chest, my legs shook. When he touched the bare skin of my back, my pussy quivered.

Without waiting on my next move, he unbuttoned his cuffs and shrugged out of his shirt. His hands smoothed along my back until my bra blocked his path. It was as if my bra self-destructed. There was no way he released the clasps as quickly as he had. Once his trail was unhindered, his hands continued their journey to my shoulders.

In one sweeping motion, he lowered the dress to my waist and dropped the bra to the floor. Only then, did he stop teasing and nipping my breasts and look once again into my eyes.

We stood before each other bare-chested. My nipples taut, my cunt wet and throbbing.

“
Suteki
,” he whispered.

He ran his hands along my waist and ribs until he cupped my breasts. He gathered them together, ran his tongue along the crease created and, with his thumbs, he grazed my nipples, softly, teasingly.

“Oh. My. God!” Lightning scorched through my body and my knees buckled. Limp, I almost fell to the floor.

With a chuckle, he steadied me. Once I stood firmly in front of him again, he looked into my eyes as he lowered his lips. With a wicked grin, he turned his gaze from me and flicked my right nipple with his tongue.

Quivering. Incapable of standing. It took a second to realize that Kentaro’s hands on my hips held me upright. He ran his tongue to my left breast and tortured me more.

“Kentaro, stop.” I pushed on his shoulders, trying to distance myself. It was too much. Too fast. My senses were so overwhelmed I couldn’t even stand on my own. I needed time to think, to process the flood of emotions and sensations overtaking me.

His hands stopped, and he looked at me in puzzlement. “Don’t you like?” Hurt filled his eyes.

“
Subarashii kuso
—fucking fantastic, but I need a second. I’m a little overwhelmed here.”

Instead of stopping and honoring my wish, he flashed a lecherous grin, dropped his hands from my breasts, and smoothed them along my stomach, causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. Looking me straight in the eyes, he rested his hands on the fabric gathered around my waist. His eyes flickered with mischief right before he tugged on the fabric and caused my dress to fall to the floor.

I stood before him in green lace panties.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” I resisted the urge to cover myself.

“Mmmhmm.” His hand slid from my navel to the moist area between my legs. His eyes widened when he realized the extent of my arousal. “
Anata ga on ni natte iru.
You’re wet.”

The warmth of his hand pressed against my soaking panties turned me on even more. I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I reached for his belt. Showing as much finesse as he’d demonstrated with removing my dress, I unbuckled his belt. He shuffled, raising his hips so I could lower his pants to the floor.

Black boxer briefs had never been sexier. His chiseled abs had a faint treasure trail reaching to the top of briefs that hugged his thick thighs. Black fabric outlined his erection. I had to feel him. Had to experience the sensation of his heat and hardness in the palm of my hand. Before I could act, he grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand against his erection.

My palm sizzled.

“Holy Moses.” I exhaled and savored the moment. He dropped my hand and let me have free reign.

Without thinking, I caressed the length of his cock, eyes closed, as if committing the size, thickness, and heat of his erection to memory. Starting at his balls and stroking my way to the tip. Up and down, up and down.

Pre-cum moistened his briefs.

Up and down, up and down.

Roughly, he grabbed my wrist.

My eyes flew open. “
Nani?
” I asked. “What?”

“Babe, there is too much I want to do with you to come in my shorts like a school boy.” Pushing me backward, he lowered himself from my desk and knelt before me. His hands circled my waist and slid down my ass. He pulled me close, cupped his mouth over the wettest part of my panties, and sucked. My swollen clit pulsated, turning me inside out. Then he licked me through the green lace and I shuddered.

My body felt like all the blood had been replaced with helium. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would’ve floated to the ceiling. I stood before him shivering with pleasure. I reached to the waistband of my panties and was about to pull them over my hips, giving him more access to my swollen cunt, when he stopped me.

“No, not here.”

Startled, I came to my senses. The intensity of my arousal had blocked out reality, causing me to be oblivious to my surroundings. I stood, mostly nude, in a sea of cubicles. He picked up his pants, fumbled around his pocket for a second, and pulled out condoms and a key card.

He stood and took my hand. “Come with me.” When I reached for my dress, he said, “Leave it.”

Walking around wearing nothing but a pair of panties and three-inch heels would’ve made me uncomfortable in the privacy of my own home. Somehow, following a shirtless Kentaro through our offices didn’t faze me one bit.

Muscles rippled along his back. His skin was as smooth and delicious as luscious, creamy milk chocolate. I wanted to lean into him and feel the warmth of my breasts melt into his back, merging completely.

He led me past the break room and stopped in front of an office. He held the key card in front of the door. With a click, the door unlatched, and he pulled me into the room. For a split second, we stood in total blackness. A swishing sound indicated the door had closed behind us.

Kentaro let go of my hand. “Stay here for a second.” He fumbled across the room. When he ran into a piece of furniture, he chuckled. “Almost there.”

A few breaths later, he turned on a table lamp and a soft glow washed over the room. Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed the black, leather couches, the giant mahogany desk, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the park square below. We were in Mr. Takahashi’s office. Immediately, my hands covered my bare breasts.

“Kentaro, we can’t do anything in here,” I protested.

“Yes, we can.” His gaze locked with mine, and he swaggered across the room. His stare mesmerized me. Entranced, I knew arguing with him would be pointless. I’d give in to any request.

I figured he’d kiss me again and pull me into his arms. Instead, he knelt before me, grabbed my ass, and pulled my panties into his mouth. “Where was I?” He closed his lips over my still-throbbing clit. With a suck, he caused my legs to wobble. He chuckled. “Yeah, I think that’s where I was.”

Any protests I had were forgotten as he flicked my clit through silk. With a nudge, he directed me toward the couch, never missing a lick as I backed and he crawled. When the back of my legs touched leather, he nudged once again and I fell to the soft cushions. Once I was settled, he ran his finger along my inner thigh and pulled the lacy fabric of my panties to one side.

Slowly, he nipped and teased my labia, never touching the sweet spot. Torturing me, he continued to suck on my inner thigh. By the time he finally followed the landing strip to my clit, my pussy dripped and I feared leaving a stain onto the leather couch. For a brief moment, I was embarrassed, but as soon as his tongue contacted my clit, I no longer cared.

Slowly licking between the labia, he delved deep enough to flick his tongue on my clit. I grabbed his hair and, showing no restraint, I bucked on his face. Thoughts of Jenn’s rapturous orgasm crossed my mind, and I smiled to myself, knowing I was going to repeat her performance.

I wrapped my legs around his body and used my heels to draw him closer.

Kentaro growled in frustration. He tugged my panties. His mouth left my clit, leaving me chilled as he dragged my panties over my hips and to the floor. As if not missing a beat, he returned his mouth to my pussy.

My buried hands held his mouth the way I wanted it. I rode his tongue, bucking, twisting, and contorting until I had his tongue exactly where I needed it. I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed my hips forward and ground against his face.

I felt the warmth building, felt the tension increase. My breathing became labored and my chest constricted. Just as I neared the brink, he licked my inner thigh and stopped.

“What the…” I opened my eyes to see Kentaro’s wicked grin.

“Not yet, baby.”

“Oh, come on.” I pouted.

He laughed at my petulance.

“You asked for it.” His tongue lapped my clit, causing me to buck once again. He whispered against my thigh, “You ready for me, baby?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

Another lick. Another buck. I thrust my hips forward, wanting more of his tongue. He surprised me when he slipped two fingers into my pussy. Slowly, he stroked upward, teasing my G-spot. Then, to my surprise, he gently slipped his pinkie into my anus.

My breath caught.

He didn’t stop. With his tongue firmly placed on my clit, he continued to caress my pussy with his fingers and teased my ass.

So intense. Mind-blowing. I couldn’t decide which sensation to focus on. My clit hummed. My pussy dripped and ached. His finger in my ass added pressure to the walls of my cunt.

I screamed. I bucked. I squirmed. I grabbed his hair and thrust my hips forward, grinding my clit against his face while intensifying his finger action.

Deeper. I wanted him so deep he touched my core.

The multiple sensations took me to places I’d never been before. The pit of my stomach quivered. My legs shook, and my nipples were so taut they ached.

“Oh, God, Kentaro…don’t stop…don’t stop…”

Then, the sweet release. Wave after wave of undulating bliss washed over my body. Kentaro licked and sucked, never missing a beat. Just as the last throes of the orgasm subsided, he stood, tore off his briefs, rolled on a condom, and without hesitation, rammed his cock into my pulsating cunt.

Feeling his erection stretch my quivering flesh sent shock waves through my body. I’d never been that hot and ready for a man before, and the sensation was unnerving. So thick, so hard, so big. My pussy welcomed every inch of him.

I’d never had someone enter me while I was still coming, and it drove me wild. Frenzied, I thrust forward, taking him as deep as possible. Kentaro’s groan worked its way past my moans, and I opened my eyes.