89- Buttons

“Okay. So, let’s get down to business then.” My hands goes to the button of my blouse, and I begin to undo the buttons there. I watch him beneath my lashes and relish the intensity of the gaze he has on me.
He doesn’t move and given my very clear understanding of how he is perceived to the world, I’m completely floored by how much I am able to hold the attention of a man that most others don’t even dare approach.
The moment my blouse parts, revealing the swell of my full breasts, encased in a sheer bra, I can almost hear his breathing briefly hitch.
“Let’s eat something first,” he says and begins to head over to the elevator. “We might not get any sleep tonight and the last thing I need is you collapsing on me.”
“Oh no,” I disapprove. “Your schedule is maxed out for tomorrow. Of course, we have to sleep.”
He ignores me and continues on his rummage through the double doored steel refrigerator. Soon, he emerges with some apples, a packet of bacon, and four eggs. “What can we make with this?” he asks.
Kicking my shoes off, I head over to him immensely amused. “Not much.” “So we should just order something in then?”
“I think that will be best,” I say and grab an apple from the bag. I head over to the sink to wash it. He pulls his phone from his pocket. “Chinese fried rice and chicken good with you?” he asks.
I nod in response and then take a bite out of the apple. He connects with the restaurant so I go over to him but then something occurs to me. Excited at my intention to be naughty, I place the apple on the counter and move silently until I’m behind him. My hands slink around his waist and quickly proceed to unbuckle his belt.



e remains still as he listens quietly to the speaker on the other end, and even when I slip my hand down his now released fly to the inside of his briefs, he doesn’t flinch.
However, when I grab the width of his fully aroused cock, I feel the slight jerk of his frame. The reaction spurs me on, so I tighten my hold around the sensitive flesh to stroke it in a fluid and precise motion. I know that he is severely affected by what I’m doing, which is why it’s beyond impressive that he is still able to maintain a somewhat stable tone as he continues his conversation over the phone.
At some point however, I feel his body slightly shudder and then his words become rapid, and inpatient. It amuses me so much knowing I’m going to be in trouble with him when he eventually ends this call.
So I tighten my hold around his stomach and pump him ever harder. The moment, I sense him begin to turn around to get me, I try to pull my hand out of his briefs. His hold around my scrawny wrist however sends an excited panic through me. I squeal out as I struggle with him, pulling with all my might to be released from his hold.
Eventually, I’m able to free myself and instantly hurry away.
His call comes to an end then, so he slips the phone into his pocket and turns to me. “Come here,” he says.
My pelvis goes numb with desire at the command in his tone. “I don’t want to,” I reply and continue to back away.
His eyes are locked on me as he begins to approach.
Then it’s not long before I realize I have nowhere to go but up. So I hurry up the stairs, not even aware of where I’m going.

He follows at a leisurely pace and when I look back to see the quiet fire burning in his gaze, I know that I’m in a lot of trouble. The moment I reach the top of the seemingly endless stairs, there is only the hallway to head down, so I do but soon realize that this chase will be coming to an end in no time. I hit a dead end, so I turn around to watch him beginning to unfasten the buttons of his shirt.
“I’m sorry,” I say half-heartedly, as I suspect that I will be ruthlessly albeit deliciously ravished the moment those hands of his get to me. “I just wanted to tease you. I won’t be that naughty again.”
This doesn’t work, as he doesn’t stop and with every step he takes that wicked glint in his eyes gets darker and darker.
“Grady. Grady!”
The shirt slides off his shoulders and falls to the floor just as he reaches me.
I’m thrown over his shoulder like a weightless sack and can’t contain the laugh bubbling through my system. “Grady!”
I’m gently thrown on the bed and before I can even sit upright, his beautiful warm body is on mine. Every word thereafter is stolen from my mouth with a deep kiss, his tongue coaxing mine in long languid strokes.
My core tightens painfully as he rubs the bulge of his erection against my crotch, so much so that I’m soon writhing helplessly on the bed needing more but yet completely engrossed by what he is already doing to me. I want to do more for and with him so I open my eyes, and try to turn with him.
Realizing what I want, he allows it and I straddle his chest. “I’m in control today,” I say to him. He moves his hands behind his head to settle in to enjoy the show. “Are you?”
“I am,” I respond and reach to caress the skin of his now exposed cock. “Then why are you still dressed?”
He has a good point so I shrug the shirt off my shoulders, and soon after, my bra is flung aside. My breasts are now fully exposed and open to his perusal… it warms me when he can’t seem to take his eyes off them.
He suddenly straightens and before I can stop him, one breast is in his mouth.
“Grady,” I shriek at the jolting sensation but I don’t want to stop him just yet. With my hand still pumping him from behind, I let my head slightly fall back as he devours my breasts.

He sucks greedily on my nipples, his tongue and teeth flicking while lightly grazing the hardened buds as his hands mold the soft mounds from beneath.
It is only then that I register where we are, and all I see is that it is a well-furnished, well lit room decorated in white and beige accents.
I return my attention to the man I’m on top of and wrap my hands around his neck. I realize then that I’m mere seconds from getting completely carried away and handing the reins over to him, so I summon all of my will, to push him away from me.
He’s reluctant to move away from my breasts but soon complies and falls back to the bed with a harsh groan.