Executive Engagement

He leans into me, his lips against my ear. “I will,” he whispers, pulling his cock out and making me roll over on the leather seats. Without allowing me even a second to reel from the orgasm, he grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders. I bend like a willow tree as he sheaths his cock inside of me, its tip hitting that sweet spot of complete destruction. I scream as he goes back and hits it again, my limbs jerking erratically as if I’m being tasered.

“Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice bouncing back on the walls and filling the limo as he keeps hitting that tiny and yet so powerful spot inside of me that so much pleasure hinges on and probably has its own zip code just for Jake. He fucks me so well and always pleases every spot of me. My whole body trembles as he grabs my legs and leans with his whole body into me, his cock tightly pressed inside of me and completely demolishing me. I want him to desecrate my rational mind and envelope me with the lust that only his cock creates in me. Jake takes me to a primal place of need that I don't ever want to leave.

I come so violently that even though my eyes are open I can’t see. I don't need to; fireworks go off under my skin and waves of pleasure erupt like a series of shocks shooting through my entire nervous system. I cry out in pleasure as his cock jerks and gushes a river of cum inside me, the hot and sticky fluid that I crave filling me up so perfectly. Jake's fingers hold my thighs so tightly that I'm imagining his fingers burning hot on my skin there.

I close my eyes, bells ringing in my ears. Am I dead? Is this heaven? His cum drips down my legs like an endless stream, warm and delicious as it slides down my skin. I don’t know if I’m still alive, but this must be heaven.

My whole body, as well as my mind, is numb. I can’t feel a thing, aside from the pleasure that burns in my veins like a drug, of course.

I’m gasping for air, trying to remember myself, where I am, and what the rest of the day is supposed to be like, but for a long time, my mind can't grasp anything. No thoughts, no reality. I'm so incredibly caught up in the lustful moment, I just bring my hand to his chest and feel his heartbeat, some biological urge making that the only thing that matters to me. I feel it hammering in his chest and I almost want to tell him job well done, but I couldn't form words right now if I wanted to.

But then I remember...I'm actually going into the office. His office. This power hour of fucking was just the prelude to a pretty full day, and I've got to compose myself...and my clothes. I start to laugh, pulling my clothes up and making do with what I have, straightening this out here and making sure this isn't covered in cum there. I'm pretty proud of the job I do and I look over to Jake, putting on his clothes. It makes me realize that if you truly find someone irresistible, even the act of them putting on clothes is erotic to you. After everything we just did, watching Jake put his clothes on just makes me want to tear them off more. The man makes me totally insatiable, and I relish the fact that before we get to the office, I can kiss him just a little bit longer where the taste of our cum still lingers and appreciate just how insatiable he makes me. Then, we arrive at his studio building. With a full day ahead of us, we go to work.

Jake

Layla looks so fucking sexy over in the corner of my office. We’ve been in for an hour or so—we rode together in my limo—and she’s looking over viewership statistics for ACL. She’s totally engrossed in what she’s doing and doesn’t notice that I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her. I like having her with me. I said it before, but it’s true. I could get used to having her around. At work, at home. All the time. It’s crazy talk, right? I mean, I’m the ultimate ladies man. Every guy wishes he could be me.

Yet all I can think about is that having someone special to spend my time with is way better than having a thousand random women lining up for me.

“We’ve narrowed it down to about ten at this point,” Toby is saying.

“Mm hmm,” I mutter, my eyes still on Layla.

“But I think there are several that really stand out among the others…” He keeps on talking, and I zone out again.

What’s going to happen when Layla makes her decision? And then what about when the show starts back up? Do we actually have a chance at a real relationship? It seems complicated. But at the same time, I can’t imagine things going back to the way they were before.

“Dude!”

I jerk my eyes over to Toby, who looks completely exasperated.

“What?”

“Did you hear a single fucking thing I said?” He’s grinning like an idiot now, a ridiculous smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh, um, yeah. Sure. Ten guests.” Is that what he said? That sounds right.

“I asked you a question.”

I shake my head and squint. “Um, could you repeat it?”

Toby laughs loudly, getting Layla’s attention now.

“Dude, you're so distracted.” He gives Layla a knowing wink. “Can’t say that I blame you. But seriously, we need to figure this out. What do you think about Meghan Mitchell?”

“The actress?” Layla asks, an odd look on her face.

“Yeah,” Toby says excitedly. “She

’s like the hottest new A-list starlet right now. Having her on the show would be huge.”

“She wants to come on ACL?” I ask, knitting my brows together. “Why?”

Toby sighs, and then looks at me like he’s having to explain something to a kindergartner. “She’s a fan of the show.” Picking up a paper, he waves it in my face. “And not just any old fan, apparently. Like a total super-fan. I think we should go with it.”

He’s got my attention now. That would be good for the show. “You’re right,” I say, leaning forward. “She’d make a great guest. I’ve been trying to figure out how we could keep the ratings as high as they were before the hiatus, and think this is the way to go.”

The sharp sound of a chair scraping across the floor makes me look back at Layla. She’s standing up, some papers in her hand and the weird look still on her face.