Tokyo Tease (7 page)

Gritting his teeth, he looked into my face and said, “
Itte choudai.
” He grabbed my neck, forcing me to make eye contact and demanded, “Come for me.”

The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, and within seconds, my pussy released the built up tension, constricting so tight, I worried about Kentaro. My cunt slammed together, pulsating, quivering, exploding. My screams matched the intensity. Shudder after shudder racked my body. My heels dug into Kentaro’s ass. My fingernails pierced the skin of his back.

Bright lights flickered in my peripheral vision. My entire body convulsed. The surprised look on Kentaro’s face was the last thing I remembered before everything went black.

Total peace, floating on air, warm, comfortable, smiling. Oh, so delicious. Then, red sharp pain. Trying to ignore that, I focused on floating. Then someone called my name from a distance.

Slap!

“Natalie!”

My eyes flew open. “What the hell?” I looked around. I was on a black couch, sitting next to a naked Kentaro who wore the biggest shit-eating grin I’d ever seen.

“What…”

With another grin and a smug expression, he said, “You came so hard you passed out.”

I felt my entire body slip into blush mode. “I did not.”

“Babe, you did.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned in total embarrassment and buried my face in my hands. How pathetic? Poor girl hasn’t been laid in so long she passed out.

I shook my head. If that was the case, then I would’ve passed out with Jenn. This was simply pathetic.

Kentaro reached for my hands and removed them from my face, forcing me to look at him. The expression in his eyes wasn’t one of pity or ridicule. It was one of caring and possibly a little bit of pride. “Natalie, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Then with a slight blush, he asked, “Do you do that every time?”

Oh, how I wanted to lie, to say it happened every time. Don’t feel special, big guy. But lying had never been one of my better skills. “No. It’s a first for me.”

His cheeks reddened, and his grin grew enormous. “So, it was me?”

“Solely caused by planetary alignment.” I tried to joke my way out of it.

He glared. “Natalie, tell me the truth.”

“How about I show you?” I leaned forward to kiss him, but he held his hand up to stop me.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“Why?” I looked at him. “You don’t need your ego stroked.”

“The hell I don’t. Everyone needs their ego stroked.” He took my hand and rubbed circles on my palm with his thumb. “Please tell me.”

With a sigh, I relented. “Kentaro, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.” I pulled my hand from his grip and studied it as I continued. “I’ve had a crush on you since I started working here, and well…you’ve been in several of my fantasies.” I ignored his gasp of surprise. “I guess in this case reality is better than fantasy.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

I refused to look at him. Passing out from an orgasm wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as admitting I’d lusted after him for over a year. Pathetic indeed.

Black leather creaked as he repositioned himself to roll the condom off his still-erect penis and toss it on the floor next to his briefs.

I searched the room for something to cover myself with. My dress and his shirt were in my cubicle. Mr. Takahashi didn’t have any cozy, knitted afghans or throws in his ultra-modern office. As exposed as I felt sitting naked in front of Kentaro, it didn’t compare to the exposure I felt by admitting my attraction to him. I wrapped my arms across my chest.

Kentaro reached for my wrist and gently pulled my hand toward him. He placed it on his thigh and reached for my other hand. “Natalie, you’re beautiful. I want to see you.”

Sighing, I let him remove my inadequate attempt to hide.

“Why didn’t you say anything about being attracted to me?” His question made my hands fly back to my breasts. Before I was able to cover myself, he caught my hands and held them tight.

“I’ve worked here for a long time, and you’ve never acknowledged me.”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I talk to you every morning.”

What did he mean by that? I would’ve remembered if he talked to me. I closed my eyes and thought of mornings at the office. Vividly, I could visualize him stepping off the elevator, always dapper and distinguished. “Kentaro, saying good morning in my general direction isn’t talking to me.”

“I come to your space all the time and talk.”

I thought over the last few months at work. He had started coming into my cubicle area in the mornings. Carrying a cup of tea, he’d step in and sit on Maya’s desk and chat.

“You talk to Maya.” He’d never once said anything to me to make me think he wanted me to participate in the conversation. He’d sit there and visit with Maya, and all the while, my heart longed for him to talk to me.

“I was there for you.” He caressed my wrist and forearm.

“Kantaro, don’t. You don’t have to do this. I know you find Maya attractive. It’s okay.” I tried to fight off the images of the fat pimp’s smug, condescending smile.

“Damnit, Natalie!” Kentaro grabbed my hand and pulled it to his chest. His heart pounded against his warm, smooth skin. “You caused this.” He guided my hand down his chest, past his abs along the treasure trail of hair to his stiff erection. “You caused this.” He released my hand, but I kept it on his cock. I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good, like velvet. “I was about to give up, but Maya told me you were attracted to me.” My eyes opened wide in surprise. “Since you wouldn’t have anything to do with me at the office, I decided to catch you on the commute.” He grinned. “I had no intention of touching you. I only wanted to talk, but my god, you were so close and so tempting. I couldn’t help myself.” With a sheepish grin, he said, “I was so hot I…
senzuri
in my office.”

I giggled and admitted, “
Manzuri
in the lady’s room.”

“No.” His jaw dropped in surprise.

“Yes.” I continued to stroke his cock, slowly, deliberately.

“God, I wish I’d known. I would’ve joined you.”

I leaned forward, licked his ear, and whispered, “We’re together now.”

He turned his face toward me and our lips met. Electric. He dug his hand into my hair and kissed me so deeply he reached my soul. My nipples were so tight they ached. My pussy dripped. My palm flamed. I needed to feel his cock on my tongue.

Kissing my way down the path Kentaro had taken my hand earlier, I knelt between his legs. He scooted closer to the edge of the sofa. I savored the feel of his cock in my hand—the warmth, the weight, the girth, the smoothness. My palm tingled, but my tongue buzzed with anticipation. Even though my mouth watered and begged to be filled, I took my time, teasing and torturing myself as much as him. Up and down. Slowly gliding my hand down from the tip to the base. Up and down.

I kissed his inner thigh, making him shake and widen his legs. I ran my tongue up his thigh and down the other, avoiding his luscious balls and cock. Slowly, I licked my way up one thigh and down the other. Just when he got comfortable with my rhythm, I playfully bit his thigh, millimeters from his scrotum. Before he could recover from the surprise bite, I licked his balls. One, long, sensuous lick. As he gasped, I sucked both balls into my mouth, licked and twirled, and released him.

“Oh god!” He groaned.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to feel his cock. Had to have it throb on my tongue and tickle the back of my throat. Roughly, I pulled his cock toward me and without preamble, I consumed it. Every inch into my mouth at once. Thick, hard, pulsating.

“
Mecha kucha!
” he hissed. “So fucking good.” He buried his hands in my hair and thrust forward. The tip of his cock slid past the roof of my mouth and touched the soft palate. My first instinct was to gag, but I held still for just a second until the feeling passed. I reached up and held his forearms indicating he shouldn’t thrust. Slowly, I eased his cock a little deeper, pausing after each insertion. Once I grew accustomed to his size, my muscles relaxed and I could pull back and take him into my mouth again.

He gasped.

The sensation of his cock gliding against the roof of my mouth and falling into the soft, constricted area of my throat drove me wild. I wanted him to be able to thrust but knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He seemed to understand. He removed his hands from my hair and laid back. My hands rested on his hipbones. I slid them across his hip and reached behind him, cupping his ass.

His legs shook. I felt so powerful, in control. I’d never gotten pleasure out of dictating a situation before, but I loved it. My pussy dripped. My nipples tingled. I had him where I wanted him, in my mouth and trembling. Just when I thought he was going to explode, he kicked the coffee table. It flew across the floor. In one fluid motion, Kentaro threw me on my back onto the carpeted floor, ripped open the foil packet with his teeth and rolled a condom on. He fell to the floor between my knees.

With one hand, he gathered my hands and pinned them above my head. With the other, he guided his cock to my wet cunt. Using more force than I anticipated, he rammed into me, making me scream in surprise and pleasure. He rutted, his eyes glazed over in desire, his teeth gritted. He slammed into me again and again. When he placed his thumb over my clit, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I tried to wiggle, to get away from his touch, but he held me firm.

Two could play at that game. I raised my knees, wrapped my feet around his back, and squeezed my pussy tight. Like a vise grip, I held him as he thrust in and out. I could feel myself getting dizzy, knew I was about to come, but I wasn’t going to release without him. I raised my hips, taking him even deeper, squeezing tight, matching his every movement. I wanted to close my eyes and concentrate on the wonderful sensations, but I wanted to watch Kentaro’s face, wanted to gauge when he was going to climax.

His breathing got faster and shallower. He threw back his head, closed his eyes, and moaned. “
Iku yo!
” I’d heard enough escapades from Jenn’s side of the bedroom wall to know he said he was going to come.

“Yeah, baby. Give it to me. I want it all.” I continued to match his rhythm, encouraging him.

A deep guttural growl emitted from him, and his body tensed. I held him so tight with my pussy, I could feel his cock engorge. Then shudders. Wave after wave of convulsions as he released into the latex barrier.

Just as I was about to relax and savor his orgasm, he started teasing my clit again with his thumb. He leaned over me, his cock still firmly planted inside me, and kissed me. Deep and passionate. His thumb worked up and down, back and forth, making small circles around my clit. He lowered his lips to my breasts, sucked a nipple into his mouth, and teased it with his teeth. That’s what did it. His teeth biting down gently on my nipple and his thumb stroking my clit as his still-hard cock pumped into me. Within seconds, I exploded. There was a flutter in the pit of my stomach and pussy, followed by cascading tremors of delight.

“Sweet Jesus,” I whispered, then collapsed.

He pulled out and lay next to me on the floor. “
Sugoi des!
” He rolled to his side to face me and placed his hand on my hip. “Natalie, you are amazing.” He grinned.

Considering the fact that I’d just screamed his name in passion and called out to every deity known to man, it made no sense for me to blush when he complimented me, but I did. I could feel the flames lapping at my cheeks.

He laughed and pulled me toward him so my head rested on his shoulder. We lay there in silence for a few minutes. Being wrapped in his arms was purely delightful. I couldn’t remember the last time a post coital cuddle felt so comfortable, so right. I closed my eyes and inhaled. I wanted to capture his musky scent. I allowed myself to linger, but only for a short while. From past experience, I knew sex didn’t make me close to a man. The intimacy of the moments afterward were what did me in.

One last inhale and I rolled onto my back. His hand followed my movement and slid from my hip to my stomach. Another scan of the room had my attention. “Why do you have a key to Mr. Takahasi’s office?”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “He gave it to me during the meeting so I could get some paperwork for him. He left before I could give it back to him.”

For some reason, finding out Kentaro accidently had the key to the boss’s office upset me. I bolted upright. “Kentaro, we need to get out of here.”

Again, I searched for something to cover myself. “It’s okay. There’s no need to worry.” He rolled over and picked up my panties and his briefs. After tossing my underwear to me, he pulled on his shorts. “It’s really okay. No one will find out.”

He scooted next to me and rested his back against the couch. With a warm hand, he caressed my shoulders as I put on my panties. “Besides, I think the old man would approve.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s always talking about your curves.”

I swung around and looked at him. “What!”

Another chuckle. “Yes, baby. Trust me, your curves have been the topic of more than one drunken discussion.”

Once again the fat pimp’s words filled my head. Visions of the boys from the office sitting around sipping sake and discussing my ass brought tears to my eyes. Quickly, I turned away not wanting to show Kentaro my weakness. As fast as the tears had come, they evaporated and were replaced with a smile.

Over the past couple of days, I’d gone from the sad little wallflower who couldn’t get a job at a hostess bar to a hot commodity. Sanchez kissing me at the train station and my night with Jenn led me to this moment. Finally, I was in the arms of Kentaro. A place I’d wanted to be for months. My smile morphed into a giant grin when I realized Kentaro wouldn’t have told me about the guys talking about me if they were saying hurtful things.

I turned back to him, gazing into his lovely, honey-smooth face. “Oh yeah? What exactly do they say about me when they’re drunk?”

“Baby, they…how do you say…ogle? They ogle you when they aren’t drunk. Get a little booze in their system, and they describe what they want to do to you.”