Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

I stretch my arms above my head before I roll over and reach for Alistair, who doesn’t appear to be in bed.

What the hell? I actually stayed all night to wake up alone?

The sound of banging and clanging coming from the kitchen lets me know he’s here somewhere—at least he’s still in the apartment.

I close my eyes. Maybe I can drift off for another five minutes. Just as I’m about to dive into slumber, my alarm startles me.

“Fuck.” I slap a hand out to the bedside table and pick up my phone. Five a.m. I have to get up and get ready for work.

Although, after yesterday, I really feel like calling in sick for the first time in forever. Pushing the covers back, I get up and reach for the robe Alistair bought me. I wrap the tie around my waist and pad into the kitchen to find him at the stove, a spatula in hand.

“Morning.”

Alistair spins around. “Morning. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” he says.

“Oh, want me to go back and wait?” I ask.

“No, you’re up now. Sit down. I’ll grab you a plate.”

“You really didn’t need to make me breakfast. Thank you,” I say as I awkwardly lower myself onto the chair. This is why I usually leave. I don’t know how to do the morning after. This seems way too intimate.

Alistair places a plate full of pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asks, his brows drawn down as he squints his eyes in my direction and scans my features.

“Fine,” I say.

“You’re not fine. What’s wrong?” He walks around the counter and sits next to me.

“I don’t know. Don’t you think this is weird?” I ask him.

“Me cooking you breakfast is weird?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. It’s just… you seeing me first thing in the morning. Eating breakfast together. It’s all very domesticated, intimate.” I shrug.

“If it makes you feel any better, I plan on bending you over this counter and fucking you until you come at least three times as soon as you finish that food.” He smirks.

“That’s not… a bad idea,” I say, picking up my knife and fork.

“It’s the best idea. Eat,” he says. We continue our meal in silence for a few minutes. “I haven’t done this before. Had breakfast with a woman. Thank you for staying,” he says.

“Thank you for inviting me.” I smile.

“The invitation is an open one, Dani. I like this.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I don’t say anything at all. I eat until I can’t possibly eat anything else. My thighs have been clenched together, wetness coating them as my mind keeps returning to the image of him fucking me over this counter.

I push my plate away from me. “I can’t eat anymore. It was so good,” I tell him.

“I’m glad you liked it. But I have something else for you.” His hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking up and down. “Get on your knees, little girl,” he says in that commanding tone I’ve come to love.

“Yes, sir.” I smile as I jump off the chair and sink to my knees in front of him. I wait for further instructions. I know the games Alistair likes to play and I also know the rules. And the rules are I don’t do anything without being instructed first.

Alistair reaches into the waistband of his pyjama pants and pulls out his cock. It’s hard; precum leaks from the tip. “Open your mouth,” he says.

My jaw drops at his command.

“Stick out your tongue.”

As soon as I comply, Alistair places the tip of his cock on top, rubbing it up and down the width of my tongue. “Taste that, little girl. That’s what you do to me. Only you,” he groans. “Wrap those pretty little lips around my cock.”

Once again, I do as I’m told and wait.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to take all of me. Hold still,” he says as he stands. His hands cup both sides of my face, and without warning, he thrusts his cock down my throat. I gag, my eyes water, and then he withdraws. “So fucking good,” he says, thrusting in and out of my mouth. Not as far as he did the first time, but still far enough to make my eyes water. “I fucking love your mouth, Dani. Fuck!” Alistair groans as he continues to use me for his pleasure.

My pussy aches. I reach down and rub my fingers over my clit. I moan around his shaft. Alistair glances at me before tugging at the belt to my robe.

“If you’re going to fuck your fingers, I want to be able to see,” he says.

I nod my head. I can’t say anything. My mouth is still full. I move my fingers lower and slide them into my opening. I’m so wet.

“You’re so fucking good, Dani. Fuck.” Alistair pulls back, bends down, and lifts me from the floor. My fingers drop from my pussy as he brings them to his mouth and sucks each one clean. He then spins me around and shoves me face down onto the counter. His foot kicks my legs apart.

I don’t get any warning before his cock thrusts into me. “Oh fuck,” I yell out, raising to my tiptoes.

His hands hold my hips as he fucks me from behind. Each time he bottoms out, it’s like he’s hitting that magic spot only he knows how to find. Trust me, I’ve tried to find it myself. It wasn’t there. But every time Alistair is inside me, fucking me, it magically appears.

And magic it is.

“Oh shit, I’m going to come!” I cry out.

“Yes, you are,” Alistair grunts. My core clenches and my whole body tightens up as I climax around him. Alistair pulls out of me and then I feel his cock at my ass. He pushes the tip in, just a little as he comes, shooting his seed into my asshole. “I can’t wait to sink my cock all the way in here,” he says.

I tug away from him and spin around. “You’ll be waiting a while,” I tell him.

“No, I won’t. Come on, let’s shower.” He leans forward, pushing his shoulder into my stomach as he picks me up.

“What the hell! Put me down!” I scream.

His palm comes up and slaps my bare ass. I don’t even remember him stripping me completely naked—that’s how lost I got in him. Alistair places me on my feet once we reach the bathroom. He turns on the shower and pulls me under the water.

Then he reaches for the loofah, squirts bodywash on top, and slowly glides it across every inch of my skin. “Maybe we should call in sick today,” he suggests.

I mean, the idea had popped into my head.

“I would, but my boss is an asshole.” I laugh.

“I know. Xavier can be a moody bastard at times,” Alistair counters.

“Not that boss. It’s one of the others.”

“Nathan then? Yeah, I’ve heard he can be a real prick too.”

“Nope, he’s actually the nicest one of all three.”

“The nicest? Really, Dani, I give you mind-blowing orgasms and Nathan’s the nicest?” Alistair holds a hand to his chest like I’ve wounded him.

“Yep.”

“Wow. I’m hurt,” he says.

“Oh, well. You’ll survive. I’m sure.”

“Maybe I need to try harder.” He sinks to his knees in front of me. His tongue slides through my folds.

“Mmm, well, that’s a good start,” I say, tangling my fingers in his wet hair.

My back pushes against the wall. Alistair has one hand across my stomach, holding me still. The other finds my opening, his fingers pushing inside. His mouth latches on to my clit as he sucks in rhythm with his pumping fingers.

And within minutes, I’m coming for the second time this morning.

“We should go in separately. I’ll wait ten minutes and then follow you up,” I say to Alistair when he parks his car in the spot with his name written above it.

“Why would we go in separately?” he asks.

“So people don’t know we came together.”

“But I like coming together with you.” His lips tip up into a smirk.

“That’s not what I mean,” I say.

“Why do you care if they know?”

“Because I don’t want to be the cause of office gossip,” I tell him.

“Trust me, Xavier and Shar fucking all over every surface of this building gives everyone more than enough to talk about. No one will notice us walking in together.”

“I have heard a lot about those two actually. But, still, you go. I’ll be up in a minute. I need to call my mum back anyway,” I lie.

“Say hi to your mum for me.” Alistair kisses my lips briefly before he exits the car and walks away.

I pull my phone out. There’re a million messages from the girls. I don’t have time to go through them all right now, but I do need to let them know I’m still alive.

Me:

Haven’t died from orgasms yet. Still alive and kicking.

Eloise:

Thank god!

Daisy:

Well, when I die, I want it to be from an orgasm.

Claire:

I want to go out in my sleep, with my husband by my side. We’re dying together when we’re old and grey and wrinkly.

Me:

You’re not going to marry Ryan Gosling, Claire.

Claire:

Don’t shit on my Notebook fantasies, boss fucker!

Me:

You’re just jealous you’re having a dry spell. Also, that boss fucks really, really well.

Eloise:

Okay, we need to meet this boss who fucks really, really well!!!

Me:

One day, but that day is not today. Gotta go. Work calls.

Daisy:

You mean the sexy boss man calls.

Tucking my phone into my bag, I jump out and head to the elevator. I look back at the car when it makes a beeping sound like it’s locking behind me. Weird, because I don’t have a key. But it is one of those Teslas—the whole thing is like something out of The Jetsons .