, my head spinning with the residual shock. She came again with me, her body tense, the breath whistling from her pursed lips, her pussy squeezing my cock like a thousand little fingers. She milked me with her pussy, and my entire body shuddered.
“Shit, Zoe… What the fuck… Did you do to me?”
After a moment, Zoe gave me one last kiss and rolled off me, falling onto her back beside me on the bed. She was panting, red as a beet, sweating, and the smile on her face was like a ray of sunshine.
I watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
“Wow… is that what it’s like… to lose control…” I sighed out the words. “If so… can I ride again…”
“You can ride all you want,” she said, rolling on top of me, mashing her drenched, sticky pussy against my cock. “And if you’re a very good boy, maybe I’ll let you drive.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Zoe
I woke up feeling like a million dollars. Sure, there was the hangover, something I was going to have to deal with and quickly before my entire day was ruined. But, I was relaxed. And happy. Above all, happy. And completely satisfied. Something I hadn’t felt in years, not even with Mark.
Chad was lying next to me, naked, covers thrown off to reveal his nakedness in all its splendor. His long cock was draped lazily over to the side. I smiled at myself, remembering reading about sleeping styles, and how his was a reflection of confidence. Lying on his back, arms tucked under his head, as if tempting the world to take a hit at him.
That was Chad Walters to a tee.
I resisted the urge to play with his cock and balls, though it certainly was tempting. Chad used to love it when I’d wake him up with his big cock in my mouth. Maybe later. Definitely later.
I threw the covers over him, hoping to get through the morning without being distracted by the gorgeous naked man in my bed. I couldn’t deny that I wanted more, so much more, but for now, it was all I could do to get out of bed and into the shower. My body felt like I’d just gone three rounds with Hulk Hogan. And my pussy was so sticky it squished when I walked. The sound made me giggle.
I took a long hot shower and slipped into a robe and wrapped a towel around my wet hair. Coffee, my brain screamed. Need coffee… I tiptoed out of the bathroom, pausing to look at the gorgeous, naked man in my bed. His cock was outlined beneath the sheet. He had a little morning chub going now, hard but not quite hard to full glory. Again, I resisted the urge to climb on board. There was simply too much to do.
I made my way to the kitchen, quickly popped two aspirin to quell the headache and turned on the coffee maker. The sun pierced through the twin windows, lighting up the entire living room up in a soft glow that made me feel like taking out my laptop and writing. I was one of those writers who loved to write when the muse hit, which was usually late into the night. It was odd for me to be up this early, but it also felt good, really good, and I didn’t want to waste the chance to write in the morning sun.
My cellphone began to ring, and it took me a while to find it tucked between the couch cushions. I felt my heart sink when I realized what time it was, and that Graham had called me six times already.
That can’t be good.
“Hi, Graham?” I answered, heading back to the kitchen to get my coffee. “What’s up.”
“We have a small problem,” Graham said quietly, though I could sense the tension in his tone.
I frowned. No good morning. No how are you. Just straight to business. And from what I knew about Graham, straight to business usually meant that the small problem he was referring to was not a small problem at all.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hoping that the Costa Rica trip hadn’t been cancelled.
“How long will it take you to get over here?” Graham asked.
I felt a cold sweat wash over me. This was not good.
“I can get dressed and come right over,” I said, forgetting about my coffee and heading back to the bedroom. “What’s going on?”
“We’ll talk when you get here.”
He hung up before I could respond. Little alarm bells started ringing in my head. Graham was usually cool as a cucumber. I couldn’t help but think the worst. What could have happened that had Graham rattled so?
I quietly went into my walk-in closet and pulled on a pair of jeans and sneakers and a t-shirt. Chad stirred as I left the room, but when I looked over, he was still asleep. I didn’t have time to wake him up and explain where I was going, so I quickly grabbed a pen and paper and left him a note.
I was out of the door and headed uptown in less than ten minutes.
* * *
Graham’s secretary, Becky, was waiting for me in the lobby at Roland House Publishing. She ignored my questions and took my hand and practically pulled me past the security desk toward the elevators. I couldn’t help but notice that everyone in the lobby stared at us, some whispering, others just gawking. I wondered what the hell was going on.
“He’s waiting for you,” Becky said as we stepped from the elevator onto the sixth floor where Graham’s office was on executive row. She pushed me along and I had to skip to keep up with her haste. As soon as I was inside Graham’s office, she closed the door behind me.