One Timers

“Liss, I’m getting ready to head out!” I hear my best friend and co-owner Lyne yell from the front of our boutique store. Too wrapped up in trying to organize the bills from this month, I don’t respond.

“Did you hear me?” I jump, not expecting Lynne to come back to my office.
“Jesus, Lynne! You scared me.” I exclaim, grabbing my chest over my heart..
“Melissa, seriously. You need to take a break. You’ve been going over this stuff for hours.” Lynne says in her motherly tone.
“It’s not all done yet. We have to have this stuff done by next week.” I say.
“Do you hear yourself?” She asks. “We have until next week and you already have most of it done. Hun, stop worrying about all of this and go home to James.”

Oh, James. It hurts me to think about him. The Leafs lost last night, officially eliminating them from the playoff picture. Since the end of the game, James has been super grumpy. He barely talked to me when he got home from the game and vaguely grunted a thank you when I made his breakfast this morning. Some girls might be put off by that kind of behavior, but I understand. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with moody boys because of hockey. My brothers are all the same, and always have been. It’s the Canadian way. I know he’ll come around when he’s ready and I’ll be here for him when that time comes.

“I’ll only stay for another hour or two, I promise.” I say. Lynne sighs.
“Fine. But then get home and take care of your man, okay? I have tickets for the game on Monday and I want them to win.”
“Whatever.” I laugh.
“I’m gonna shut everything down, but I’ll leave the door unlocked.” She says, fumbling for her keys in her purse.
“Okay.” I say, turning my attention back to the bills in front of me. I hear her sigh again, and then her footsteps on the tile floor down the hallway. A couple minutes later I hear the bell above the front door ding and I know she’s gone.

I check my phone quickly, in case James texted me, but there’s nothing new so I go back to the bills. About half an hour passes before I hear the familiar chime of the front door again. My heart rate increases a bit. There have been reports of burglars targeting Toronto shops at night lately, which instantly puts me on edge.

“Lynne?” I nervously call out, but there’s no response. I grab the wooden bat I keep behind my office door and creep out into the hallway slowly. My palms are sweaty and I’m sure my heart beat is audible to whoever is in here with me. I turn the corner and run right into a solid chest. I let out a shriek and bring the bat up to take a swing.

“Oh my God, babe! Don’t kill me please!” James yells, putting his hand out to stop the momentum of my arm.
“James!” I gasp, dropping the bat. “Holy shit, you scared me! Why didn’t you answer when I called out?”
“I didn’t hear you. I’m sorry.” He says, grabbing my wrist, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. I rest my forehead in his chest and take a couple of deep breaths.

I let my heart rate slow down before looking up into his eyes. They’re filled with darkness and lust that instantly send heat to my core.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk.” He says, guiding me backwards towards my office.
“It’s okay, love.” I say softly, feeling butterflies appear in my stomach.
“Forgive me?” He asks as we reach my door.
“Of course.” I say.

His hands start roaming up my arms and then down my sides, settling on my hips. I lift up on my toes and softly press my lips to his, craving contact with him. His hands wrap around to my ass and pull my body flush with his, instantly deepening the kiss.

“I need you, Melissa.” He mumbles, pulling away. I’m shocked and instantly turned on by the desperation in his voice. I moan softly and he takes that as his cue to push me against the wall. “I’m gonna take you right here, on your desk. And you’re going to love it.” He states in my ear. I whimper and he begins stripping me of my clothes, starting by ripping open my shirt and spilling the buttons all over the floor.

James is rarely like this. But when he is, it’s absolutely amazing. He takes no time unclasping my bra and it drops to the floor with my shirt. His rough, calloused hands massage my breasts and his lips meet my left nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and I have to hold onto his shoulders to keep myself standing. He switches to my right one and his hands make their way down to my pants. He unbuttons them and slides the zipper down. Pulling away from my breast, he quickly pulls his shirt over his head.

“Take my pants off.” He demands, his voice rough. I drop my hands to the button on his jeans and pop it open. I pull the zipper down and let my fingers brush against his forming hard-on. I slip my fingers into his waistline and slide his jeans down his massive thighs, letting them pool at his feet. I take the initiative to leave a trail of wet kisses down his torso to the top of his boxers, brushing my breasts against his groin. He groans, but grabs my arm and pulls me back up to him. “Not yet, love.” He says. “You still have to take your own pants off for me.”

He turns me around so my back is to him and grabs my hands, threading them between my jeans and my skin. He takes a step back and I know he’s watching me intently. I shimmy my hips slightly, trying to get my skinny jeans over my ass. James groans when he sees that I’m wearing the lacy light blue thong I know is his favorite, which fuels my desire to tease him a little.

I bend over and give him a nice view of my ass as I slide them down my legs. I quickly slip my boots off and pull my legs free. Before I can even stand up to turn around, I feel James push himself against me. He’s rid himself of the rest of his clothes, and his dick is standing at full attention along my backside. His hand snakes around my stomach and pulls me up to him. His other hand sweeps my hair to one side of my head and he begins kissing down my neck.

“Did you wear these knowing I was going to want you?” He asks, biting my earlobe.
“I was hoping.” I admit. His fingers slip down my stomach and twist around the lace string on my hip.
“I want to rip them off but they’re so sexy on your perfect ass.” His voice is pained.
“I have the website bookmarked on my laptop. I can buy more.” I whisper.

I hear the rip of the lace and suddenly two of his thick fingers are pushing between my folds. I cry out and feel his dick twitch behind me.

“You’re so wet.” He moans. His fingers thrust into me a couple of times, but then they disappear. Before I can whimper my discontent, he spins me around and pushes me to my knees. “Get me nice and wet too, baby.”

I lock my eyes with his and take the base of his shaft in my hand. I press my tongue to the bottom and slowly lick up to his head. I swirl my tongue in circles before wrapping my lips around it. I press forward, allowing his shaft to slide into my mouth and make it about half way before I stop. I rub my tongue along the underside of his cock, wetting it. I pull out and give him a wink, watching as his eyes narrow. I encircle him again, and this time I press all the way to the bottom, the tip of his dick pressing into the back of my throat. He lets out a primal moan and bucks his hips instinctively. I hold there for a second, squeezing my lips together. I have a plan to drive him absolutely crazy, but before I can put it into action he’s pulling my up to my feet.

He picks me up and practically throws me onto my desk, sending my papers flying. His muscled thigh spreads my legs and without a warning, he’s pressing himself into me, driving all the way in on the first thrust. We both groan at the feeling. No words are needed as he begins slamming himself in and out at a fairly fast pace. The only sounds are our skin slapping against each other and the sounds of pleasure escaping from our lips. After a while he grabs my leg and lifts it up to his shoulder, changing the angle. I can tell he wants to go faster so I lift my other leg up and cross my ankles behind his head, giving him the leverage he needs. His hands grasp my hips and he pounds into me even harder than before. I feel myself climbing and I know I’m almost at the point of no return.

“James.” I breathe, letting him know I’m close.
“Me too.” He gasps. He rams himself into me for another minute before he speaks again. “Scream my name and let go, baby.”

I do as I’m told and my entire body clenches up. I come with his name on my lips and after three more thrusts I feel him spill into me, moaning mine. He lets my legs fall from his shoulders and rests his heavy frame on top of me. Our breathing is heavy and we’re both covered in a layer of sweat. Once I regain control over my body, I begin drawing circles on his back with my fingertips.

He lets out a sigh of relief and presses up on his hands. I can feel him going soft inside me, but neither of us make a move to separate.
“Thank you.” He says, staring into my eyes. “I needed that.”
“Of course.” I respond.
“Come home now, please. You can finish your work tomorrow.”

Notes

Trying this out.

TAKING REQUESTS!!!!