Inseparable

“You want a drink?”

“Sure,” she chirped. “Anything that will get my mind off how slow it was in the restaurant tonight.”

She walked past me, meeting my eyes and smiling flirtatiously. She sat down on the stool next to me and watched as the bartender poured her a rum and coke. I looked up at the bartender and nodded my head, pointing to the drink, and signaling to put it on my tab. She stuck her cocktail straw in the soda and sipped, turning toward me.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Not a problem.” I smiled and let my eyes move down her sexy body. She was everything I wanted in my bed for a night. “A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t have to work so hard.”

“Mmm,” she said, swallowing visibly. She was nervous. I loved it. “In a fairy tale world.”

We sat there for almost an hour, talking, drinking, and taking shots. By the fourth shot, she had taken off her work shirt and sat there with her large breasts bouncing around in her white tank top. I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the top as she leaned forward and rubbed her hand up my leg, giggling at whatever I had just said. As the alcohol flowed, she flirted relentlessly before standing up and leaning into my ear.

“Follow me,” she whispered, grabbing me by the wrist.

I stood up and put my napkin in my drink, signifying I’d be right back. We walked quietly through the crowd that had now turned into a bar crowd and entered through a small door to the back right. I looked around the dusty room, some type of storage room. I turned back toward the blonde standing there in her black skirt and tank top and raised my eyebrow with a knowing smirk.

“You showing me around or—”

“Shhh,” she said, stepping close and grabbing onto the waist of my pants.

I watched as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, grabbing a cushion from one of the stacked patio chairs and putting it under her knees. She reached up and slowly lowered my zipper, smiling up at me as she unfastened the button and yanked my pants around my ankles. She reached up and pulled her tank top down, letting her tits spring out and bounce up and down. Her hand ran slowly across my cock, and she giggled as it pulsated beneath my boxer briefs. She pulled them down and smiled as my erection sprung out, bouncing up and down in front of her face. She licked her lips as if she were about to lick a gigantic lollipop.

Immediately, she brought her hand up and ran it over the head and down the shaft, grasping it at the base and leaning forward. She licked the tip and lifted it upward, running her tongue from the base to the top, sending shivers down my spine. She pressed her juicy red lips against the head and used it to force her mouth wide open, taking my cock deep into her throat and then raising her head back up. I looked down, chuckling at the ring of red lipstick around the base of my cock, and then watched her blonde hair move back over it again. I leaned back against the wall and put my hands behind my neck, closing my eyes and concentrating on the feeling.

As my dick reached the back of her throat, the muscles tensed around it. She sucked hard as her mouth moved back up, and I groaned loudly. I could feel her lips move into a smile as she reached up and cradled my balls, rolling them in her hand like stress balls. She liked me to watch her. I could tell when I opened my eyes and looked down to see her watery stare looking back at me. One of her hands was on my nuts, and the other was between her legs, rubbing against her blue satin panties. I bit my lip and stared deeply at her, the intensity itself making me want to come all over her face. She was hot, but not in a classy way, more like a trashy waitress kind of way. The kind of way that made me want to bend her over and fuck her, but felt safer just letting her suck my cock.

I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head, wrapping my fingers around her hair. She had started to bob her head up and down faster and faster, and I pushed hard against her, forcing her to linger at the base for several seconds before coming back up for air. As my dick cleared her throat, she moaned loudly, letting me know she liked that kind of control. I reached my other hand down and grabbed onto her head, creating two ponytails with her hair and using them as controls.

“You focus on rubbing that pussy,” I whispered. “I’ll worry about fucking your mouth.”

She opened her mouth wide and moved both hands into her panties, one fingering herself, and the other rubbing her clit. I immediately began to thrust my hips forward, holding her head still as I fucked that pouty, beautiful mouth of hers. She moaned loudly as she pushed herself closer to orgasm. I started to move her head faster and faster, feeding off the sounds echoing against my shaft. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes back as her fingers danced across her pussy. I could feel the heat in my stomach begin to explode, and I pulled back, stroking my cock with one hand and holding her head steady with the other. She smiled as she opened wide, looking up at me, a look that sent me straight over the edge. With one last hard stroke, the pleasure moved through my body and streams of warm come shot from my cock and into her mouth.

She moved her head forward, moaning lowly as the last of my come seeped from the head and over her lips. I leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily as I tucked my cock back in my pants. When I opened my eyes, she was swallowing and wiping her ruby red lips and chin. She pulled the straps up on her tank top and smiled at me, leaning into to kiss me on the cheek.

“That was hot,” she whispered. “Let yourself out when you’re ready.”

This was why I didn’t screw with commitment. This kind of chick was way less messy, in more ways than one.

Chapter 2

Ava

I was fortunate to be starting my first day at my first professional job only a week after graduating with my MBA. I mean, it wasn’t like I hadn’t worked my ass off in college. My father had instilled in me, from the time I was a child, that it was important to decide what I wanted before I was married, before I had kids, and before I had other people relying on me. He told me it was my life, and I could decide how to live it. He was a very smart man and had started a business with his best friend right after college.

The money was amazing, the potential of the business growing all the time, but in the end, he wasn’t willing to give up his time with his family for the company. So, he and his best friend, Tanner, broke things off and went their separate ways. My father was brilliant with money and had saved enough to support us, keep us in the same lifestyle, and even have enough to leave in a trust fund for me whenever I wanted to have a family. My mother wasn’t thrilled at first, but once she realized she wouldn’t have to change her lifestyle, she went back to being only half as unpleasant.

Tanner, however, had taken the business all the way to the top. He, as far as I knew, had a wife at one point but chose his company over family. I felt like I was more like him, worried about the future more than I was about other people. Of course, that could also be because I had never actually been in a relationship that lasted more than a few weeks. I was too busy trying to make it to the top of my class to be worried about guys, and their immaturity and inability to decide on a goal-oriented future left me dumping most of the guys I dated after only a few weeks in. A relationship like that just wasn’t something I wanted to consume my mind at that point. Building my future was much more important to me, and it was already paying off. Tanner had given me a job with his company at a time he was getting ready to merge with another large financial firm, and I was going to get to be on the ground floor of it all. It was really freaking exhilarating, to say the least.

I walked toward his office, excited to get my first day started. He called me in, and I stood in front of him, remembering doing the same when I was in my teens. He looked up and smiled, walking around the desk and embracing me as if I were family. He didn’t speak to my father anymore, but I knew he still cared.

“Ava,” he said, leaning back. “I am so happy to have you here with us. I heard what an amazing job you did at Design Corp, our sister company, and I couldn’t help but get you here with us to do amazing things and bring the future of MJ into the next stage.”

“Thank you so much for having me here, Mr. Johnson,” I said, smiling.

“Call me Tanner.” He laughed. “And please have a seat.”

I sat down in the chair facing his desk and looked around the room. His office looked like a giant bedroom without a bed. It was decorated in mahogany shelving, the rugs were dark reds and greens, and there were two couches and a coffee table facing the wall of televisions that he’d put up to follow the stock market. To the right was a shelf that had crystal vases filled with an assortment of whiskey and a painted self-portrait hanging above it. The only thing missing was a fireplace with a bear skin rug on the floor. An upper-class hunting lodge came to mind.