Blacking Out 🌶🌶

This week has been lackluster, it’s already Wednesday and neither of my men have warmed my bed. Jared had been following me around the office like a little lost puppy. It would be amusing if I were looking for a relationship, but I am not.

Poor Cameron flew in sometime on Sunday and I was prepared to jump him in his car. I didn’t think he would turn me down, but he had already scheduled a ride. So, I spent most of Sunday eating my feelings.

It was a new emotion. Something that wasn’t jealousy but wasn’t rage either. I think I was feeling bitter that Cam had plans.

We didn’t owe each other a daily play by play, but it still cut deep. I was yearning to feel him on me an inside of me.

By the time Tuesday rolled around he had already flown out to blog. This pissed me off because he could travel around the world with a busted face but could even give me 10 minutes of sexual satisfaction.

I even told him to sit back and let me do all of the work. Cameron was being a real prude and I refuse to beg, so I bid him a farewell on his trip. Hopefully he’ll come back after he loses the chip on his shoulder.

This week only got more boring when I found out Adrian left. I was hoping to get him together with Jared again but looks like it’s just two of us for a while. And he left with that horrible woman, which stirred emotions of rage.

Contemplating telling him where I saw her, but Jenny was right. It’s not my baby or my business. I do want to be a fly on the wall when he finds out though. He’s going to lose his shit.

All morning I have been sitting through meetings for the upcoming monthly edition of our magazine. My spread was doing fantastic, and I have only published one of the five men. Next month I went with Mr. King.

He was bound to stir up commotion from the ladies.

Sitting at the conference table chewing on my pen while the meeting was taking place, Jared called on me.

“Leah? Earth to Leah!”, I shook my head and sat up straight.

“Oh, hey. Sorry, mind on my work.”, it was more than on my work.

I couldn’t get Mr. King off of my mind ever since Jared put a preview of him on the projector screen.

“The article is great, but Editorial wants a new photo.”, he pulled out his phone to look at his email.

“Okay, any particular pose or backdrop?”, I started taking notes.

Being good at my job was one thing I took pride in.

“They spoke to his assistant and set up a meeting after lunch. They want a green suit with a cream shirt and tie. It’s all set up. Also, get some of him standing to show off his height, but some sitting at his desk just to mix it up.”, he moved onto the next topic.

The meeting finally came to an end as we all scattered for lunch. Not feeling hungry I decided to go to my office and prep for my meeting. I needed to gather my notes and freshen up my hair and makeup.

*Knock Knock*

I turned around and noticed Jared standing in the door.

“Hey, what’s up?”, his eyes roamed my body.

“Just getting ready for my meeting”, I turned back around to the mirror.

“You don’t have to dress up for him.”, he closed the door.

Turning back around, I walked up to him. He paced back until he was pinned against the door.

“What if I want to dress up for myself?”, I asked.

Before he could answer I put my finger over his lips, “Shhhh.”.

I was horny after being deprived of sexual intimacy for five days. Standing tall, my eyes never left his. Licking my lips while he began to breath heavy.

I ran my hand up his leg and stopped at his zipper. Unzipping his pants, I could feel that he was already hard for me, and his erection was only trapped behind a thin fabric.

“Do you want to help me with my lipstick?”, I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

He gulped and froze, not moving as if my words were a paralyzing agent meant to stop all of his muscles from moving.

My hand open and tracing up and down his shaft. I was ready to take him, but his phone began to ring. The ringing shook him from the state he was in, and he reached for it creating space between us.

“Hello... Yes… Okay... I will be right there...”, he hung up and I knew this moment was over.

I walked back around to my mirror.

“If it weren’t important, I wouldn’t have answered.”, he spoke.

“We will finish this later.”, I told him as I applied my lipstick slowly.

It was raining, so I needed to get a head start on my walk over. Grabbing my umbrella and bag, I headed off. While it wasn’t raining too bad, I still didn’t get in a car.

Of all the days that I could have worn white, it was today. Luckily, I always pack a sweater, so I grabbed it from my bag and threw it on before walking inside.

I forgot how beautiful the building was as I walked up to the concierge desk to let Mr. King know I was here. It was still a little early, but I hated being late to meetings.

The woman proceeded to escort me to the private elevator and then up to the floor where his office was located.

“Ma’am, would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?”, the young lady asked.

“Sure, please. Milk and three sugars. Thank you.”, she disappeared behind a wall before promptly bringing me a hot cup of coffee.

Now I just need a blanket and good book. This lobby was very cozy and comfortable. I didn’t have to wait before, so this time I was about to take in all of the building’s amenities.

There was a full wall aquarium that housed some of the most beautiful exotic fish. This wall separated the lobby from the conference room. Across from the seating lounge was a full wall of Samsung televisions that played every news station across the reginal area.

Sleek tiles ran throughout the building, with a glazzed black wall color with white trim. It was decorated like a bachelor pad, but very functional.

Looking down at the coffee table, I sifted through reading material until I came upon my magazine firm. It was this month’s edition, with a dog ear on the article I was writing. I would have thought it was planted here if I didn’t know Mr. King was self-obsessed and would buy every copy that featured himself.

I didn’t wait long before he came out to greet me.

“Well hello Leah!”, he smiled and offered his hand.

I stood up and shook it, “Hello Mr. King.”.

“Please call me Paul! Mr. King is my father.”, he smiled and laughed.

Smiling in return, I followed him as he led us back to his office. It was set up just like before and we took seats at his desk.

“So, my assistant said you need to take some additional photos?”, he was already wearing the suit picked out for him.

“Yes, my editorial department wanted color to coordinate your suit with next month’s theme. I hope you don’t mind.”, I doubt he did.

“I love having my picture taken. How do you want me?”, he asked, and my mind went blank.

I stood up to take my camera out of my bag and when I did, the hot coffee spilt all over my sweater. He rushed from around the desk to help me. Together we took my sweater off.

Somewhere in the middle of the commotion I ended up with my back to his desk and he was in front of me. I stood there in my white wet t-shirt with my pink bra showing through. The shirt clung to my body displaying to him every detailed curve.

Looking up at this dreamy man, he was the literal definition of tall dark and handsome. His silky-smooth skin appeared to be made of dark chocolate and I wanted to lick every inch of him. His eyes dripping wet with sexual heat that gave my body chills, leading my nipples to get hard.

No words were needed because we both wanted this from the moment, we met weeks ago. Without speaking, he picked me up with one arm and used the other to clear his desk before setting me on the edge.

“I am going to eat you out until you come all over my face.”, he was dominate and I loved it.

I leaned back and he lifted my legs and ran his hands up my skirt to rip away my delicate panties. His hands were larger than my breasts and I watched as he squeezed them. It was like he had been starved and the only thing that could satisfy him were my juices.

Not thinking about his suit, he pulled off his jacket and tossed it in a chair before pulling at the shirt, poping off the buttons in all directions. This exposed his bare chest, the light from above reflecting off his muscles making shadows that defined his ripped abdomen.

He threw my knees over his shoulders, and I ran my hands over his bare head, clean shaved and smooth to the touch. I didn’t mind not having any hair to grab on to because his grip around my thighs intended to keep me still.

His large, luscious lips kissed their way down to my core. And the smell of my arousal filled his large regal nostrils. He was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid my eyes on, and his sizeable flat tongue was about to take me for a wild ride.

Just as his tongue was about to indulge all of me, I heard him speak.

“Leah? How did you want to take these photos?”, he was standing in front of me.

I had blacked out in my own thoughts and realized I needed a release today. I chugged my coffee, needing to make it through this meeting without blacking out again.

-To be continued-