Ardor (11 page)

Chapter 16

Jasmine was, without a doubt, ready to receive me. Her juices were splattering my cock, coating it, while I alternated between my hand and shaft to relay my punishment. 

The tip of my cock was so swollen that with each smack on her lips, or the drip of our combined arousals toward the sheets below, I was being dragged toward the point of no return. I knew this wouldn’t be sweet or gentle. It was more than probable that it would be over before either of us was ready, but with the whole morning having been nothing but a pre-game leading up to the main event, I could honestly say we didn’t care.

I sure as hell didn’t.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt of you this way; seen you lying under me at my mercy while I ravaged every inch of your skin.” I was fisting my cock while I spoke, and I ran the bulbous tip through her folds in-between pumps.

“Oh, fuck me Greg.”

I rammed it in, and then held her hips still. 

“Yes!” she screamed, bucking under me.

That response was all I needed before I let go and claimed her like a wild animal. My hips took on a brutal rhythm against her sensitive and oh so responsive pussy; never letting up or giving her space to move.

No, this was all about me taking. 

It took a total of four pumps, one swivel of my hips, and a rub of my pelvic bone against her clit for her to explode. Jasmine sobbed, screamed, and begged for more . . . wanted it harder.

Jasmine’s wish was my command, and I rode her harder, granting myself the relief I needed by drilling my cock into her soaked core.

In and out.

In an out . . .  rotate.

Her body, so much smaller than mine, almost looked obscene while I stretched her around my cock, but my baby let me know she was okay with each kiss against my throat and sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips.

Jasmine kept trying to change the angles, wiggling her legs higher. If that was what she needed, then I was more than happy to comply. Throwing her legs over my arms, I opened her wider, and I planted my hands beside her hips for leverage while I plowed in deeper than I’d ever gone before with any woman. 

It wasn’t enough.

“Please . . . please, I can’t,” she sobbed out in both pleasure and pain.

It was the most beautiful thing my two eyes had ever seen. 

“Yes, you fucking can.” I punctuated each word with a slam of my hips or a kiss from my lips. My movements faltered for a second when an unsurpassable rush of heat imbedded itself into my body, starting from the tips of my toes and traveling to my balls. The heaviness of my sack let me know I was close to my release—was almost fucking there, but I still needed something more.

Quickly, I flipped Jasmine around, and then pulled her up onto all fours before I ploughed right back in. She was tighter that way; if that was even possible.

“Oh, my—” The scream got caught in her throat. 

I grabbed onto the headboard above her wrists. “Fuck yeah, baby, best fucking pussy . .  . Never want to leave . . .” I moaned against her neck. My lips were leaving extra tender kisses along the expanse of skin behind her ear. It was a secret spot that I’d discovered back in the candy aisle. If the obscenities that exploded from her while I loved the area with my lips were anything to go by, the spot drove her insane. 

My lips and cock were in a war for ownership. The assault on her pussy was almost enough to bruise us both.

“Harder . . .  fuck, Gregory, I’m almost there.” 

Your wish is my command, sweet girl.
With both hands hanging onto the headboard, I began to ride her hard; each thrust almost lifted her off her knees and knocked her headfirst into the wooden structure.

I’d never been able to let go like that with anyone else before. “Yes, yes…yes!” The wood creaked. “So fucking good, sweet motherfucking bliss is what this pussy feels like.” The entire frame shook.

Jasmine gasped, tensing around me. “Oh, baby.”

“Squeeze my cock, baby . . . 
oh, fuck yeah, just like that!”

I wrapped my hands around the silk material which still held her captive, and with one pull I tore the silk tie clean off the metal rods. I needed to feel her skin against mine when we reached our peak together.

“Oh, oh, ohhh . . .” 

That last groan could have been me or her; the fuck if I knew. All that mattered to me in that moment was seeing the woman I loved fall apart in my arms. I tugged her head, turning it my way so that I could stare into her eyes. 

Fire burned through my loins. Her eyes glazed over, and then rolled into the back of her head as she lost sight of me and her surroundings; it was magical to see. 

Once her hands were free, I planted both of my hands on her firm hips, and then pulled her back against my chest.

Jasmine’s fingers found mine, and together we wandered down her torso to her folds where we circled her clit two times. She trembled and screamed my name to the high heavens when I pinched the trembling bundle with just the tiniest bit of pressure. 

I felt her spasm around me, and then her fluids were running down both our thighs, soaking us.

“Fuck!” Pretty sure that one was me. My balls felt heavy, and my cock swelled inside her tight walls. Each round of her internal flutters were caressing and strangling me at the same time.

I don’t remember exploding, but I did remember the completeness of feeling tied to her.

We were one soul for a minute, and it was the most serene feeling I’d ever experienced in my life.

Jasmine and I were exhausted when we began to descend from our natural highs. Our bodies were so consumed with fatigue that all we could manage to do was lie in the middle of our ruined bed and bask in the glow of just being.

“Wow,” my girl hoarsely whispered against my skin; our chests were still contracting harshly while we tried to get in as much air as possible.

“Are you all right?” My eyes swept her form and saw no marks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?

Are your wrists okay?” Perhaps I was overdoing it, but I had to know she was unharmed.

“A bit sore, but I’m not hurt,” she said before letting out that cute giggle of hers that warmed my insides. “I can’t believe that this entire morning has happened, and that I get to be yours, and you’re mine.” 

My lips opened to assure her that the morning had happened, but the naughty cashier continued on.

“My God, I can still feel you; see everything we just did. The way you handled my body. . .” She trailed off while trembling in my arms, and I held her tighter. “It was everything I could have hoped for, and more. Thank you.”

“That right there is one of things I love about you, you know that?” 

Jasmine’s eyes widened. “What else do you love, Mr. Thomas?”

“Well, Miss Velez. I love your smile and your eyes. I love the way you gasp when we touch.” I punctuated the last by tangling our hands together around her midsection, and she gasped. “I love the way you always go out of your way to help old-bat Peters when the bakery is understaffed; the way you joke with every child that walks through our doors.”

“You notice all that?” she asked in disbelief.

“I see you, baby, and that includes every single part.”

“I see you, too, you know,” Jasmine interrupted.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”
Her sigh was small and full of so much emotion. “You, Mr. Thomas, are genuine, sweet, and care for every single member of your staff like they’re part of your family. You laugh with the employees when they leave for their shifts, and you always ask if they’re okay or need anything. I see the way you laugh with all the old cougars that come in here to shop, but you make it more than just an average trip to the store for them by making them smile.

You don’t flirt, but you make them feel important by learning their names and anticipating their needs—be that a smile or a free sample of something sinful and chocolaty.” 

Laughter escaped me unbidden over that. “What else do you see, other than my people

skills
, sweet girl? 

“A man afraid to love and let
himself be loved in return, but what he doesn’t realize is that…” Jasmine took a deep breath, “emotions are something we can’t control. He is surrounded by people who love him and won’t let him go no matter how much he wishes it so.”

Chapter 17

Our lips crashed together, but instead of the rushed and crazed frenzy of the past, this time we enjoyed and savored. It was gentle and slow—full of promises and whispered words of affection.

“You do realize that we ruined that bed and the expensive sheet set Lita dressed the mattress with yesterday, right?” Surveying the mess we’d created, Jasmine flinched while she spoke.

In my opinion, it was a work of art.

“I know, but admit it; it was completely worth the shit storm we could face.”

“How can you be so calm?” Panic was creeping into her voice.

“Because I have everything taken care of, and you need to trust me.” She looked doubtful, but left it at that. “Now, where did I leave my pants?”

“Beats me, Sir.”
 

“Jasmine,” I whined, and my cock twitched against her hip.

“I know, I know, but I’m not sorry.”  

I nipped her neck; she moaned, and I laughed. “But being serious now, while I have the

disaster we created under control, I do need my pants before the first morning stragglers appear.”

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned with the fact that the bedroom set you have as a show room piece is  . . . fucked up?” The sassiness I adored in her was coming back out full force.
“I’m kind of disappointed in the quality and workmanship of this piece. It was groaning in abuse the second you filled me with your thick, long, hard—”

My finger covered her lips. “I get it, my naughty little cashier.”

“Hmm, I like being yours; it has a nice ring to it.”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely.” 

God, she was beautiful. My Jasmine stood next to me, her black hair all full of curls that were wild in a “just fucked” way. Her hand was around my hip, and her mouth was set into a full pout.

So damn sexy.
I was the luckiest bastard alive.

We continued to chat for another ten minutes before we realized just how late it was. Jasmine began to babble about clothing and being presentable while rushing toward the front as she yelled at me, prompting for me to find my clothes. She went in search of those little scraps of lace she called underwear while I put my clothes back on.

Instead of worrying about my clothes, I shifted my focus into getting certain areas of the store presentable again. The bed was stripped and the comforter set put away in my office. Next, I did a quick run through the candy and bakery sections, cleaning the spills the best I could with the limited amount of time I was working with. 

It looked presentable enough by the time the bigger disturbances had been tamed. Plus, to my advantage, I had one of my floor guys coming in to help clean the store, and then maintain it for our special visitors today. 

Was I taking advantage of this visit by having John work as my personal maid? Fuck, yes, and I had no shame in admitting it either.

“Morning, boss,” John, Carrie, and old Mr. Peters said, having arrived minutes prior, catching me just as I walked toward my office. They were all wearing smiles and waggling their brows, Carrie even shaking her hips in the same manner Jasmine does before they all walked off toward their respective areas. 

As the morning went on, Jasmine, Carrie, and Lita took over the registers, keeping the flow of traffic at each check-out stand running smooth.

Of course, I had to have my girl working at the same register where I first ate her pussy.

Would you believe after everything we’d shared, she’d blushed when I asked her to man that station? Jasmine’s face hadn’t returned to its normal sun kissed state since she’d officially clocked in.

My visitors from corporate came and went, leaving with very satisfied smirks on their knowing faces. The headboard, which I’d damaged when breaking the binds from her wrist, had

been
removed by my floor crew, and taken out right in front of their smug grins.

We shook hands when they left; I thanked them both for coming out, and even offered them some éclairs that Mrs. Peters had just finished to take with them. Old bat Thelma had insisted they try her family’s secret Bavarian crème filling she’d filled the pastries with.

I felt the flush on my face grow as I thought about my own experience with the heaven sent concoction; too bad Jasmine had used our entire container.

After they’d left, I took a moment to center myself. So much had happened since I’d first awoken, so much had changed, and I just needed a moment to breathe.

Looking at my wristwatch, I noticed that it was almost time for Jasmine’s shift to end, and I needed to remind her of our plans for the evening before she left.

My legs carried me toward the front where she was finishing up her last transaction of the day. I stood by, watching her sweet interaction with a small boy eating a lollipop. Jasmine was a natural with children.

She must have felt my stare on her because as soon as the mother and child walked away, her eyes snapped to mine. Her cheeks flamed up when we made eye contact, and her breathing became labored.

My cock twitched, and then began to harden.
Jesus.

Suddenly I was much closer to her, and could smell her delicate aroma again. My mouth began salivating at the memory of the taste and smell of her delicate pussy. I opened my lips, and then closed them–the words “want” and “need” on the tip of my tongue–when Joshua interrupted me.

“Hey, boss—” 

My glare was fierce, and Joshua chuckled. 

“The Misses says that if you don’t get someone back there to clean, and I quote, ‘your crème,’ from her shop, then she’s coming up here to kick your overgrown ass.” Jasmine turned purple, and Joshua laughed before walking away.

I shrugged then grabbed the microphone next to her register. “Clean up needed in the back by the bakery, and aisle nine has a spill on the floor.” I could see John already heading toward the two sections to see what had occurred.

“I thought Joshua said the bakery?” Jasmine questioned in a low voice so as to not let the others in on our secret. 

They already knew.

“I know that, baby, but I also know that we played a lot by the candy, and as much as I tried to erase the proof of our games, the evidence is still back there.” My words were whispered into her ear while the ladies around us pretended not to notice the closeness of our bodies. 

Jasmine mewled as my breath washed over her neck. 

“Fuck, baby.” I groaned. “I will admit that chocolate, your pussy, and my mouth have become my new favorite combo.”

“Really?”
She strangled back a moan. “Because I’m all about the crème now . . . your crème, Sir.” 

Her scent was hitting me again full force. Was it wrong of me to want to kick everyone the fuck out so we could share the BJ’s experience again?

“So, Gregory, tell me, when’s the next store walk due?” 

The ideas that stormed through my head at that moment made me smirk. Seeing this,

Jasmine let out a low moan meant for my ears. 

If Jasmine and I were going to survive working together without attacking the other, without succumbing to crippling ardor, then store walks would need to be added into our immediate future. 

“How about we discuss our future endeavors over dinner at my place? I pick up the sushi and you the movie for after our meeting.”

“Sure, thing Sir,” Jasmine giggled while giving me a mock salute. “But this time, could you pick up two of each roll? Because for someone who isn’t a fan of sushi you sure ate a lot on our first date.”

“You caught that huh?” I laughed.

“Just like you caught me.” She winked. “So, let’s get a move on Greg, because I have a sexy man who will be waiting for me at his house and I don’t want to have to explain that my boss is a jerk who cock-blocks my every move.”

“Maybe I should have a word with this guy about messing with my woman.”

“Nah, he’s harmless and I have more important things to worry about today.”

“Like what?”

“I have a gorgeous man to meet up with who put his mark all over me today and I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.” I had her hand in my mine and was dragging her out of the store before she could utter another word. 

The end result of the store walk I planned for today couldn’t have gone better if I tried. I got a high score, made one of my fantasies a reality, and got the girl.

And to think this was only the beginning.