Chapter Six

Over the next few weeks, Indy lost those pesky ten pounds that had plagued her since her freshman year in college when she’d eaten every sugar- and fat-laden item in the school cafeteria in an attempt to fill the hole her parents had left.

At her girlfriends’ urging, she bought new clothes and cut her hair into a shapely pixie cut that suited her newly defined cheekbones. Instead of hanging out in front of the television set, she started attending a local yoga studio and added some toning to her newly svelte body. She even started dating again, cautiously, meeting friends of friends who everyone swore would hit it off with her but who never actually made it to a second date. But, still, she was living life again. After Ray then Alex, it felt good to go a few hours without their faces swimming up before her eyes. Although, to be honest, it was only Alex’s face that seemed to do that at inopportune moments.

It helped her new lifestyle that Alex had left off visiting her boss every few hours. At least it made her stop looking for a new job. Why should she, anyway? She liked Mavrell, and she liked Hank. She hadn’t even considered running away after Ray broke it off with her, so why should she because of Alex?

Sure, she cringed when she saw an online piece about the ‘handsome and happily single CEO of Mavrell Pharmaceuticals’. That didn’t stop her from devouring every word.

Nor did her disillusionment with Alex mean that she stopped thinking about him altogether. The weeks since their night together had been chaste ones—for her, though no doubt not for Alex. Her vibrator was what she liked to refer to as an ‘industrial model’, but it still didn’t take the place of an eager and inventive man.

Still, she could have the man without the delusion, couldn’t she? If Alex could love ’em and leave ’em, why shouldn’t she?

She thought about giving her contacts a whirl, seeing which one would be the first to answer the booty call. Or she could just close her eyes and stab at the list, taking the first one her finger landed on. It was just sex. It was just that meaningless for men like Alex, with women always panting after him. Why should it be any deeper or more meaningful for her?

Sipping her second glass of white wine, she thought, why couldn’t she be an Alex Winters?

Then she knew. The first booty call she made wasn’t supposed to be with anyone else. It was supposed to be with Alex. That made a kind of perverse sense.

She dialed his number before she could second guess the wisdom of her sudden decision.

Ring.

No answer.

Ring.

Still nothing. Well, he probably didn’t keep his phone right on him all the time.

Ring. Ring.

It was Friday night, Indy realized. Maybe he was already on his own booty call. She laughed nervously into the phone just as Alex picked up.

“Hello?” He sounded grimly suspicious. He’d probably seen her name on the screen.

She tried to be casual. “Hi, it’s Indy.”

“I know.”

He’d definitely marked her name—and he was definitely suspicious. This wasn’t a version of Alex she was used to. But then, she didn’t know him that well, did she?

The phone call was starting to feel like a very bad idea—a second glass of wine idea.

“What do you want, Indy?”

“You.” Fuck! Had she said that out loud?

The silence that followed told her that she had said it.

“You made it clear that you didn’t want me,” Alex said. His tone wasn’t suspicious or angry… It was resigned.

“You, not necessarily a relationship,” she spelled out. Would that overt sacrifice help? Or would she need to be more explicit?

“So…sex,” Alex clarified.

God, how did men do this on a regular basis? It was not just demeaning to Alex to make it clear that she only wanted his body, but it demeaned her, too. She was pretending to be the kind of person who could separate sex from emotions—and she was afraid Alex would believe her.

“It was good before,” she reminded him.

“No,” Alex said, and Indy’s heart pounded out the passing seconds before he went on, “it was fantastic before. At least this time I’ll know to expect to wake up alone.”

The resignation was back in his voice, confusing her. Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted?

“Okay,” he said. “Sex, no morning after.”

“No flowers, no candy, no heart-to-heart talks,” she added perversely.

She could almost feel him flinch through the phone.

“Right,” he agreed. “None of that. Just sex.”

“Just sex,” she repeated. It ought to have sounded cold and clinical. Instead, it sounded oh so exciting.

 

* * * *

 

Alex arrived at her door wearing a suit. Of course, he wore one most days at the office, but he usually shrugged out of the jacket around mid-morning and rolled up his sleeves by afternoon.

Now he was scrupulously put together—jacket on, sleeves in place. He was even wearing cufflinks.

He looked absolutely intimidating and incredibly sexy. Indy was suddenly shy of him, so shy that she left him standing in the hallway.

Alex’s mouth curved, but the resulting expression wasn’t a smile. “Can I come in?”

Indy pulled the door open. “Of course. Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Alex said, looking over her casual jeans-and-blouse outfit with unhurried interest. “Yours was the best call I received all day, and that includes the multimillion dollar deal we just finalized with that chain of nursing homes.”

She tensed, waiting for him to ask what had prompted her call, but he didn’t ask. The Alex of just a few weeks ago would have been insatiably curious, the way he’d butt into her personal life as if he belonged there.

She was glad he didn’t ask…but she was also slightly disappointed. Silly Indy.

Alex had taken off his jacket by the time she joined him in the living room and was starting to loosen his tie. The sight of him performing such mundane tasks shouldn’t have sent her pulse rate into overdrive but it did.

“Would you like a drink or some coffee…?”

Her question trailed off as he fixed his stare on her. His eyes were hard, without any hint of tenderness in their steely depths.

What did she expect? Love? She was too realistic for that.

She didn’t love Alex Winters. He was exactly wrong for her. They had nothing in common outside of bed.

“I don’t want a drink,” Alex told her. “I want to fuck you. Isn’t that what you called me for?”

I want to fuck you. They were harsh words, yet they softened her insides. Oh, she did want him to fuck her…all night long.

“Yes,” she managed to say, fighting down the tremors in her stomach. The man was too hot to exist outside of a secret fantasy.

“I only have a couple of hours.” Alex said as he pulled his tie off and let it fall to the floor. Then he started on his shirt buttons.

Hot fucking damn. Her boss, the vaunted Alex Winters, was stripping for her in her living room. This was better than any fantasy. In fact, knowing Alex, she would be forced to upgrade her fantasies. Somehow the old ones just didn’t cut it anymore.

Alex bowed his head to work on his cufflinks. This time he was less deft as he struggled with their tiny catches.

“Join me.”

It took her a moment to realize that he was speaking to her and not just trying to coax his stubborn cufflinks.

The two words were a clear command, but Indy wasn’t ready to cede control.

She parked her butt on the arm of her sofa and smiled up at him. “I like watching you.”

Alex’s mouth tightened but he said nothing as he finally slipped out of his shirt. It received no better treatment than the tie. He dropped his hands to his belt.

The sight of his hands on the black leather belt forced her to actually close her eyes for a few seconds. She couldn’t go to him now. She’d drawn the line. She wanted him naked. She couldn’t…

She did.

It was like someone else took over her body. No, not someone else. It was her, just a darker version, one that didn’t care about maintaining control, protecting herself or even preserving her pride. That darker Indy had helped her call Alex in the first place. Now it wanted complete freedom.

She might have said his name, because he raised his head to look at her. Then she moved, swiftly, before she could see the surprise on his face. But she still knew it was there.

He didn’t expect her to move after she’d claimed to have no desire to. Except this desire—the one that made her walk to him, kneel on the floor before him, and complete the job he’d started—that was stronger than everything else.

The freedom to be herself, a sexual being, to follow her instincts, to take pleasure where she wanted to.

That wasn’t dark Indy. That was real Indy. The darkness was part of her.

Alex pushed his fingers into her hair as she freed his cock. For a moment, she simply stared at it, at him, marveling at the beauty and simplicity of his sexual organs. Women’s genitals were supposed to be a complex puzzle, but here was the solution—pure, masculine want.

His dick didn’t care about emotions or pasts or cultures. It only wanted to stick in as many different pussies as it could get in to.

She needed to learn how to be the same way, to take pleasure where she could find it. But to do that, she had to make sure her feelings didn’t get involved.

It was hard not to feel something for a man who trembled when she touched him. Indy watched Alex’s face darken as she stroked his cock like an expert fluffer, keeping him stiff without threatening to take him close to the edge.

She squeezed around his width, testing his hardness, loving the feel of softness over steel. The padded head was so inviting, making her circle her thumb around it over and over. Then she reached beneath and tested the weight of his balls, teasing his flesh ever so lightly with the tips of her fingernails.

Alex shuddered, tightening his hand in her hair. The pressure he exerted made her head come up, and their eyes met.

Something shifted almost audibly between them.

This was real power, Indy realized. A man’s cock in her hands… He was utterly vulnerable. Down on her knees, she was in charge.

“Tell me what you want,” she said, her breath warming the head of his dick.

She asked the question because it pleased her. She already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear him say the words.

“Take off your top.”

Indy drew back an inch, away from the cock she fully intended to suck—slowly and thoroughly—before the night was done.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Alex said, his voice cooler by a perceptible degree.

The cold tone carried the sting of a whip hand. It thrilled her. She obeyed, taking off her shirt and bra until she was naked from the waist up.

“Good.” The touch of his eyes was a brand against her skin. “Now I want to come inside you.”

The hot words coupled with the cool voice were almost more than she could handle. Her panties were wet. She couldn’t believe that she was half-naked on the floor of her apartment, about to give her boss’s boss a blow job. It was incredible.

All she knew was that she liked this Alex…very, very much.

“Yes, Alex.”

He moved his hand down the back of her head, as if in approval. He seemed to like hearing her say those words as much as she liked saying them. Yes, Alex, to this and so much more.

Indy sucked the padded head of his cock into her mouth, holding it just behind her lips so she could tickle the small slit in it with her tongue, making it leak a few yummy drops. She murmured her approval, feeling the hum vibrate through him. His thighs were rigid, his fingers hard in her hair. Yet this one part of him was trustingly inside her.

She drew on his flesh a little more, teasing out the tension until she finally gave him a nice slow suck, then back to the licking and teasing again.

Alex swore when she drew back, and his fingers tightened in her cropped hair—but he didn’t try to force her. Her putative acquiescence aside, this was still very much her show.

His hips jerked when she angled her head below his cock and licked the underside. Then she fastened her lips on the spot where his cockhead met the shaft and gave it a thorough stroking with her tongue.

This time Alex didn’t swear, he prayed.

“Jesus. Oh God. Holy fuck.”

Indy slid her hands down his thighs and around to cup his hard, round ass. Beneath his trousers, his muscles were like iron bands, straining against each other, searching for a release to the tension that only built and built.

“God, Indy, I need to come!”

She loosened the leash a little, going back to sucking the head of his dick and drawing it into the heat of her mouth. Immediately, he started humping her face.

“Baby, make me come,” he begged.

Bad show. Didn’t he know who was really in charge? He would only come in her mouth if she let him.

She moved away, her lips releasing his cock with a soft pop while she continued to stroke it lightly in the circle of her fingers, just enough to keep him rocking his hips against her hand.

“Not yet,” she whispered, tempering the order with a pursed kiss on the glistening tip of his penis. “You have to hold on.” Then, because she didn’t want any ‘accidents’ on her rug, she asked, “Can you hold on?”

Alex looked down at her, the cold in his eyes a distant memory, replaced with fire. He stared at her breasts, big and bare and pendulous without the drapery of her long hair to hide them. He stared at her lips, swollen and moist with his pre-cum. Then he looked at where she held his erect cock, safe in her hands. In this, at least, she knew he must trust her.

“Yes.”

With that last surrender, Indy took control. She licked his cock up and down, coating it with her saliva until the entire length shimmered with it. Then she went down on him, slowly and thoroughly, allowing her throat time to relax and take all of him, right down to the base, until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She sucked it, she gulped it, she swallowed it. She went at his dick like she was dying of thirst, and it was a fire hose.

She fellated him like she’d always wanted to do, without restriction, without inhibition. Her nipples were aching. Her pussy was soaked. It was like she was starring in the best little porno flick, meant for an audience of two, and she was giving it her all.

Only with Alex had she ever felt this way…so free, so wild.

Maybe it was because she knew that there was no end game and no promises to be made or kept. Of course there was no future in it. She should have known that long before she snooped in his phone. He was the Chief Executive Officer. The only executive she knew about was the one in her title. She was just a lowly assistant. They had nothing in common except this—sex. Wild, hot sex.

It was enough for her. It had to be.

The blow job seemed to be going on forever. Indy’s jaw was starting to hurt, and her throat felt bruised.

She turned questioning eyes up at Alex. He looked as frustrated as she felt.

“I’m too hard to come,” he complained.

It was a problem she’d heard about but had never seen. Too hard to come. Was that like too thirsty to drink? Because that’s how she felt. He’d promised her that drink, and she meant to have it.

“I want to be inside you,” Alex said. The edge was back in his voice, no doubt borne of pure frustration.

Abandoning her task, Indy got up. Almost right away, Alex’s hands were on her breasts, cupping then squeezing their bounty. He watched what his hands were doing intently, the gray eyes softening for the first time since he’d stepped foot in her apartment that night.

“Still too hard?” Indy asked, her attitude a little mocking, because the hunger in his eyes was all too obvious.

“It’s almost painful,” said Alex, and his matter-of-fact tone finally convinced her.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she suggested. Although she still wanted to finish the job she’d started, his tugging at her nipples was having the predictable effect.

“No,” said Alex. “Not there.”

She had a sudden vision of their last—their first—time together. Titty-fucking, spooning, and cuddling, all seeming impossibly intimate compared to the distance between them now.

He pointed. “On the couch.”

“Okay.” Why not? She’d done it there before. She liked the casualness of sex on the couch. Maybe he did, too.

He watched her shimmy out of her skinny jeans then shed her cotton panties. She’d purposely not dressed up, not wanting to make it seem like she’d put any effort into the booty call, imagining that his other women put on slinky lingerie and high heels for his visits.

No, she’d promised herself she wouldn’t think about all the others. Right now was just about him and her.

“Get down on the couch,” Alex ordered, taking control once more when she hesitated.

She obeyed—but not in the way he probably had in mind. Instead of lying down and spreading her legs for him, Indy knelt on the cushions, her fingers clasping one end of the couch, her back turned toward him.

She could almost feel him sizing up the situation. He had to know that she wanted it from behind, his big hands wrapped around her, hanging onto her tits as he banged her.

But instead of the touch of his cock, it was his tongue Indy felt invading her wet slit.

She gasped and jerked forward, but he hauled her back with easy strength, holding her with one hand until she settled down and let him eat her out.

The man could eat pussy!

He tickled her clit with his tongue, but he didn’t stay to enjoy the tremors he created. Instead, he moved into her pussy folds, licking and sucking her creamy juices, obviously enjoying her taste as he murmured his approval. The murmurs went all through her body, but soon that low grade rumble was displaced by the way he sucked her clit, rolling it around on his tongue before he sucked it strongly into his hungry mouth, feeding off her pleasure.

Now he had her. He no longer needed to hold her still or settle her down. She was completely malleable.

His freed hands roamed over her body, molding her curves with expert care.

Then he captured her breasts. Heaven. Indy arched her back into his hands, lapping up the attention they were paying to her nipples. He pinched them until they were swollen then he tugged them into stiff points. They ached for his otherwise-occupied mouth. Her whole body ached for him.

Soon, he figured out that the more he played with her eager tits, the more her pussy creamed for him. He pulled her nipples like they were taps for her juice, and he lapped up her streaming cunt.

It was Indy who was swearing now, begging him to fuck her ready hole.

Alex reared back but as quickly as he was gone, he was back again. This time it really was his cock at her entrance, sheathed in the thinnest covering of latex, the hot insistence of it exactly what she craved.

He entered her without preliminary, and she was fully prepared for the stretch and burn of it, the feeling of being filled from the inside out.

He stayed embedded in her cunt for a moment, as if savoring the connection.

“Good?” he grunted.

“Yes,” she gasped, “but, Alex, please…”

He moved his hips then. He knew what she wanted. That blunt push and pull, that invasion, that unmistakable male aggression.

He gave it to her, fucking her pussy with long strokes, then short quick ones, changing up the rhythm just as she became used to one way, keeping her subtly off kilter.

Lord, the man was good!

Alex hadn’t shown this side of him last time. The darker Alex. The animal clothed in a business suit. The pure, hot male.

Indy dropped her head to the couch cushion as she arched her back against him, trying to capture every thrust, trying to meet his power. It was impossible. Alex was on his own trajectory, one she couldn’t predict. She was just along for the ride. And what a ride it was!

Her cunt was wide open to him, and he took advantage, changing the angle of his pounding cock so that it hit every inch of her pussy channel.

And all the while, he hung onto her tits, using them to guide her the way he wanted her, to adjust her body to give him the best access, to lock them both together.

Her nipples were screaming for attention. She wanted another Alex in front of her, on his knees, sucking them. And maybe another beneath her, sucking on her clit, giving her the full all-bases-loaded treatment.

Imagining this incredible picture, she came as he pounded her cunt from behind, as he squeezed her breasts in his strong hands, as he fucked her like she’d never been fucked before…so fully, so completely.

Alex’s rhythm changed as he must have felt her pussy convulsing around his dick. He leaned across her back, molding his chest to her, enveloping her. His hips moved almost as if of their own accord, bucking against her ass, until she could feel the hot spurt of his cum inside the condom…inside of her.

“God!” he said in a low voice that was somehow the most emphatic she’d ever heard him. He continued to stroke her breasts, tenderly now, his fingers carefully circling her stiff, hot nipples. His hips continued to move very slowly, as if burning off the last bit of excess energy.

He said it all in that one word.

Eventually, he straightened up so that he was no longer lying heavily on top of her. He dragged a hand down her back.

“At first, I hated that you cut your hair.”

Did he? He hardly seemed to have noticed when she did it.

“Now I realize how convenient it is,” Alex said. “Now you have nowhere to hide all this…or these.”

He urged her over onto her back and immediately his eyes were drawn to her breasts.

He was right. Without her hair to cover them, her breasts were on full display.

She cupped them from beneath, pushing them into greater prominence.

In response to this blatant offer, Alex bent his head and took one swollen nipple into his mouth. Bliss. Indy’s eyelids fluttered closed at the feel of his wet mouth.

She moaned as he began to suck, first using restraint, his eyes on her face, measuring her reaction, then with increasing hunger.

Moving from one tit to the other, Alex fed on her nipples, his throat working as if he was actually drinking from her.

Her body was spent, yet it reacted to Alex’s mouth as if set on fire. Every nerve seemed attached to her nipples—and from there, had a straight connection down to her pussy.

As if sensing her restlessness, Alex moved one hand between her legs. Indy nearly protested that it was too soon, but her clit didn’t think so. It loved being touched. It couldn’t get enough of Alex’s expert manipulation.

Soon she was ready, fired up and good to go. Maybe not a cock this time, maybe two of Alex’s fingers…or three—or all of them, pushed together to form a wedge, reaming her out.

But, once again, Alex had different ideas.

He pushed her knees apart and shoved his face between her thighs, grasping her swollen clit in his teeth. He bit down, not with a lot of force, but not with a little, either.

Indy almost leapt off the couch. The sensation his teeth created was a peak halfway between pleasure and pain, erotically charged with a fierce current that struck deep down in her hole and spread throughout her body. Her fingers and toes curled with that invisible current. Her back arched with it, and she splayed her thighs even farther apart, giving him total access to her pussy.

Using lips and tongue and teeth, he ate her cunt thoroughly out.

Indy was sore from fucking, but she didn’t notice. This was a one-time booty call, and she might never see him like this again, but she didn’t want to think about it. She knew, and hated, that her feelings for Alex were deeper and more complicated than she could even dare to let herself consider. She didn’t care.

She only wanted to feel. Nothing else, not even her emotions, mattered.

When she came to climax the second time, it was a slow burn. It built like a pressure cooker, eager to be released. Her body fought against it, anticipating more of that commingled pleasure and pain. But it was a fight most of her didn’t want to win, including her pussy…especially her pussy.

For the second time that night, she came in Alex’s mouth. This time it wasn’t a gush but a trickle, but he seemed to find it sweet as he lapped up her thick cream with sounds of suitable appreciation.

Finally, he lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the side of his hand. He wasn’t smiling but then neither was she. Sex had felt like a shared compulsion, an addiction to be fed and assuaged. Now came the awkward part when they recognized the fact that they’d slipped from grace and tried to forgive themselves…and each other.

Indy sat up and leaned down to start pulling together her clothes, but Alex remained where he was, kneeling next to the couch, gloriously naked.

“How many men have you had who can fuck you like that?”

It was an incredibly arrogant question, and she wanted to answer him in a way that knocked him down a peg…but then she would be lying.

“None,” she said, being perfectly truthful.

Alex’s eyes flickered. “Then we should do it again.”

“Right now?”

“I meant tomorrow, or Saturday, or next month.”

He meant a date, except not for the purposes of actually dating—a date to fuck…a fuck date. Was that an actual thing?

It actually hurt her that he would suggest such an arrangement.

Indy pulled on her blouse so she could avert her face for a second. “Why don’t we play it by ear instead?”

“Right.” He stood up abruptly, putting her face on the same level as his flaccid penis. “Otherwise, that would be too much of a commitment, right?”

“Alex…”

Something about seeing his cock soft and nestled against his thigh made him suddenly seem very vulnerable. She knew it was just a body part and it couldn’t always be hard, but his state tugged at her.

Weren’t ‘fuck daters’ only supposed to see each other horny and hard?

“What?” He was looking around for his clothes, but he stopped for a moment to glance at her.

“Let me suck you off,” she said. It wasn’t what she was going to say, but she knew those words, as yet unformed, would be too difficult to speak. They would make her weak. “Please.”

He stared at her, his expression inscrutable.

“I’m not hard,” he said finally, as if that was an insurmountable hurdle.

“I can make you hard,” she said, running her finger down the length of his thigh and feeling the muscles twitch.

His mouth was wry. “No doubt, but not for a while. It’s too soon.”

That sounded like a challenge. Remembering his insatiable energy that first night they spent together, Indy was sure he was underestimating himself.

He reached down to scoop up his trousers, dislodging her wandering hand. “I don’t have time right now. Maybe next time.”

Maybe next time. It was the most tenuous of promises—the commitment of another hour, another night. With that vague promise, she became one of his women, another name in his cell phone. She would never forget the names of the others she’d seen—Jasmine, Catriona, Harmony…and Indy. No, for a list like that she would have to be Indira…an exotic name for a faceless woman that some other woman in the future would find and get angry over, some woman who would have the right to get angry, some woman like his wife.

“Okay,” she said, striving to keep her tone and expression neutral. If she started getting clingy, then even their fuck buddy status would probably cease to exist.

They both pulled on their wrinkled clothes, but somehow Alex managed to look as impeccably turned out as when he’d come in. Indy felt blowsy and disheveled, and she was sure she looked worn out.

She checked the clock. It showed almost exactly an hour from the moment Alex had knocked on her door. Since she hadn’t caught him peeking at the time during the last hour, she suspected he had his routine down pat by now. One hour per lady. That way he rationed out his sexual favors but allowed for no hopeful thinking on the woman’s part. You couldn’t build a future on a platform of one-hour blocks.

They stood at the door, awkwardly on her part, but he carried it off with aplomb. No doubt he was used to this.

“Have a good weekend,” she said lamely, as if they were parting at the office elevators, as if they hadn’t just fucked to both of their satisfactions.

Except she wasn’t satisfied.

For some reason, she was thinking about how they’d laid together in her bed that first night, waiting for each other to recover but also drowsily touching and talking and laughing. That mostly sleepless night had been the most intimate she’d ever shared with a man, along with holding the record for the most times she’d ever come.

Alex put two fingers to his forehead in a mocking salute. “See you around, Indira.”

Who knew such casual words could be so heartbreaking?