Get Stuffed

The sharpness of my orgasm fades to a soft glow, and suddenly I'm so tired. Outside the window, the sun slips below the horizon.

10

Charles

Holy shit.

I don't think I can move.

Alyssa's eyes are still open and glazed over with the aftermath of three orgasms. Slowly, I take her weight from the window, and carry her to the couch. I'm still inside her, so I'm gentle as I lay down and remove myself. I take her arms from around my neck and untie the scarf from her wrists. She's still dazed but smiling, and I take a moment to clean myself up.

I kneel by the couch, leaning down to kiss her. It's softer, more intimate. "How do you feel?" I ask softly. Somehow it seems wrong to speak loudly in this atmosphere.

She reaches out and traces lines on my chest. "I feel good. Sleepy."

I run my fingers down her side, unable to keep myself from touching her. "Thank you for trusting me."

"I do trust you,” she says absently. Then she looks at me. "I do trust you,” she says again, the words stronger.

Something deep in my chest eases. "Will you do one last thing for me tonight?"

"Is that a command?"

"A request."

She rolls towards me. "What is it?"

"Let me take you home. I don't want to be the guy that has sex with you in his office and sends you off in a cab."

"I'd like that,” she says, and she pulls my head down to kiss me. I let her. After all, she's more than earned it.

"Okay." I throw my clothes on quickly, but she takes her time, moving slowly like she's still in the midst of her afterglow. I'd be lying if I didn't say that made the male monster inside me more than a bit smug. I take the time to help her, clasping her bra and buttoning her shirt--a kiss taken for every button closed. Until we're just kissing. Her kisses are long and slow, and I'm a little in love with the softness of her mouth.

"Let's go," I say, "before a janitor catches me taking you again."

"It's Friday night." She's laughing. "No janitors."

I give her a pointed look up and down. "We can stay if you like."

"If it's all the same to you," she says, taking my hand, "I'd rather not spend all of the night in your office."

"Fair enough."

We find a cab together, and I never let go of her hand. Once inside the cab I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her. Her head fits against my chest in a way that makes me ache. She leans against me in comfortable silence as we cross the river. Her apartment building is in a nice neighborhood in queens. I pay the driver and step out behind Alyssa. She seems surprised. "You didn't think I was going to see you into the house?"

"No, I didn't."

"Fine." I nod. "I'll do you one better." Leaning down, I sweep her feet out from under her and start to carry her towards the door.

"Charles what are you doing?"

I try to control my grin. "I'm quite literally taking you home."

She's shaking her head, even as she's instinctively looped her arm around my neck and curled into me. We awkwardly maneuver the doorways; I carry her up the stairs despite her protests. I'm enjoying the feeling of her in my arms, and don't particularly want to put her down.

She reaches out and unlocks her door. I push it open with my foot and we make it through without me banging her head--small miracles. Her apartment is clean and nicely decorated, it's also easy to tell where the bedroom is. I head straight there, laying her down across it. I sit next to her, and she's beaming up at me. "You really didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to." She catches my hand and our fingers tangle together in the silence.

"Will you stay?" she asks.

My sex drive leaps at the thought of all the things we could do together with a whole night and a real bed. Soon. "Not tonight,” I say, even though it kills me. "You're tired, and we both know what will happen."

She smirks at me. "Like it's a bad thing?"

"Never a bad thing.” I lean down and press a kiss to her stomach. "But I want more than just sex from you. You know that, right?"

She looks at our hands. "Do things like this really happen?"

"I guess so," I say, standing. "I'm going to think of somewhere we can go to start your New York bucket list."

She follows me to the door. "I look forward to it. It's really too bad you're not staying. I'll certainly be thinking about you."

The look in her eyes says she's going to be doing more than just thinking. Two can play at this game. I grip the back of her neck firmly and tilt her face back to look at me. "You can touch yourself as much as you want, but from now until Monday you are not allowed to orgasm without my permission." I feel her pulse speed up under my thumb and her pupils dilate. "Or, if you choose to ignore that, you can find out how much I would enjoy punishing you."

I take a kiss, forceful and deep. I want to be imprinted on every part of her consciousness tonight. "Do you understand?" I ask.

"Yes, Sir."

I kiss her on the forehead. "I'll see you soon."

By Sunday afternoon, I'm going crazy. I have to see her.

I've had my phone in my hand to call her all day today, and I haven't been able to do it. Calling her on the phone makes me feel like I'm in high school. I don't want to sit in my apartment and talk with her on the phone. I want to see her.

I want to touch her and kiss her and talk with her while I'm wrapped around her and inside her. I want to tell her exactly where to touch me and look her in the eye while she gets me off. I want to keep my earlier promise to taste her everywhere, and order her to name each part of her body as I do so I can see her flush. I want to feel her squirming while trying to keep my command to keep still. Yeah, that settles it. I grab my jacket and keys and head for the door.

I'm pit in my stomach the entire ride over. Even though I feel like we're on the same page, I'm still nervous. This is all so new. Anything could go wrong. This is a thrill for her--exciting and new--what if she suddenly realizes that being under someone's isn't what she wants after all? This is what I want. I know that's not going to change. But for her the novelty could wear off. At best, it ends. At worst I'm painted as...well, hopefully it won't be the worst. I've already lived that. I force my lungs to breathe through that gnawing fear and try to focus on the moment. Right now, everything is perfect.

Her apartment building looks different in the daylight, smaller and having more character. Her street is lined with trees, and there are a couple kids riding bikes down the sidewalk. I've lived in Manhattan for years, but I think I could learn to like Queens. My first impression of it is that it seems homey.

I pay the driver, and lucky for me someone is coming out of her building. I catch the door and head inside, jogging up to the second floor. There's no doorbell in here so I knock. Okay, maybe I knock a little to hard. Accident, I swear.

I hear the bolt unlatching and my heart leaps. Alyssa opens the door and it's clear I'm not who she expected. "Charles."

"I'm sorry, I know I should have called. I just had to see you." I lean forward and kiss her. I feel her start to kiss me back before she stops and pulls away. "I'm really happy to see you, but now isn't a good time."

My stomach tightens. "Why, what's wrong?"

A woman's voice calls from deeper in the apartment. "Alyssa, who's at the door?"

"Just a second, Mom." She presses her lips together. "My parents decided to surprise me this weekend by just showing up."

She looks pissed but I have to smile. "I'd really like to meet them."

"And how do you want to play that?" she asks. "As my boyfriend or my boss?"

Crap. She has a point. "I think it's easier to sell boss to boyfriend."

"Yeah me too."

"Alyssa?" A plump woman in her sixties comes around the corner from the living room. Her hair is streaked with silver, but she's beautiful. Alyssa looks so much like her. "Mom," Alyssa's voice is a little strangled. "This is my boss, Charles Saxon."

"I'm so sorry

to intrude. My cell phone died while I was out in the city, and I needed to see about some presentation materials for tomorrow."

Her mom comes over and immediately pulls me into a hug. "No trouble at all! It's so good to meet you. Why don't you come in?" Over her shoulder, Alyssa is mouthing at me 'I'm so sorry.'

I follow them into the living room. Alyssa clears her throat, Charles these are my parents, Jim and Gloria Harrington."

I shake her fathers hand, "It's really good to meet you both. I--"

"We all just ordered Thai food, and there will be more than enough for four. Won't you stay for dinner, Charles?" Gloria is already herding me towards the couch, despite the look on Alyssa's face.

I look over at Jim, and he's got a smile on his face. He sees what's happening, but he's going to let it happen anyway. I can already see that Gloria is a force of nature and that he loves her for it. "Sure," I say. "I'd be happy to stay."

"Excellent,” Gloria says. "I can't wait to hear all about the work you two do together."