Magic Pussy

The first day he walked into the office, I noted how he towered over me, even in my three-inch heels. When he shook my hand and introduced himself, his country twang had my knees near buckling. A quick recovery kept him from having to grab my waist to steady me, although I wouldn’t have minded. 

I had received a promotion a month prior to his arrival. When my editor told me I’d be training my replacement before going back to the news desk, I dreaded meeting him. I enjoyed being the sports editor, especially since I’m a woman of color and the man before me held the position for nearly two decades. In fact, not many women have worked for this small Northern California newspaper at all. 

To hold this position of power and then to have to hand it back to a man frustrated me to no end. I didn’t want to be saddled with some newbie white boy from the South who just finished college and was getting his feet wet at my expense. But my initial instinct to protest was quickly overcome when I met Reese. Something about his blue eyes and Southern charm sent me into a spiral I never wanted to leave. Suffice to say, I changed my outlook quickly with the zing of electricity that flowed through me from his touch when we shook hands.

“Training” Reese was seriously distracting me from my work—longing to hear his goofy laugh, savoring the way his sandy brown hair tended to cover one of his eyes if he didn’t slick it back, and eyeing the presence of his veins popping through his very muscular arms. A month into training him, I couldn’t be sure if he was flirting or picking at me because he could.

“Hey, Renee.” I look up from my computer at the sound of his husky drawl. “I’m not sure how to set the lines up on this page. Can you come show me again? My apologies—you’re very good at explaining, but I think I was a little distracted the last time you were over here.”

“Distracted by what, Reese?”

His eyes scan my face, but he says nothing—the way his irises darken speaks volumes. He has a way of changing my mood from annoyed to wanting him like crazy—I knew I needed to bed him at least once. So I could start focusing on work again… or something like that. 

I walk over to his cubicle, and see on his screen that the text boxes and photos are completely out of frame. I bend forward and locate the button to make the rulers pop up on the screen. When I glance back to grab his attention, I catch his eyes lingering on my ass. He doesn’t look apologetic, he just slowly brings his gaze to meet mine.

“Oh, right. The rulers. That would be helpful if I kept them on.”

I squint at him, but say nothing. His smirk has me ready to kiss it right off his face.

~~~

It’s late night—we’re on deadline. I do my damnedest to focus on my news pages, but I’m struggling. The way Reese looks in his fitted button-down isn’t helping. Determined to finish my work, I hunker down and throw in headphones. I’m unsure how much time passes, but when Reese perches on the corner of my desk, my attention is thrown to his thick legs.

He plucks one of my headphones from my ear.

“It’s almost 11, if you don’t hurry up, we won’t make it to the bar.” His thigh rests against the arm of my chair. We’re meant to join our coworkers for a few rounds tonight. 

“I could give you an incentive to finish up,” he continues. “How about we ride together? They say two in the saddle makes for an easier trip.”

“Cute,” I chuckle, trying to go back to what I’m working on. “Although, I’ve never heard that saying, and I’m pretty sure that would be uncomfortable and painful for the both of us.”

“Not if you hop on my lap and let me take the reins,” His fingers gingerly smooth down my bicep. “I won’t steer you wrong.”

My gaze rises from my computer to find his intense blue eyes staring at me, smirk on his face. This is the most overt flirtation I’ve had with him since the day he started. Clearing my throat, I remember where the conversation started. “I can leave my car at your place or vice versa, that way we don’t have to come back here...” 

“You live on the other side of the bridge, right?” He asks. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll park at your apartment.” 

“That’s fine, but you’ll have to drive back to get home.” I point out. 

“Forget about me. I’ll be fine. Didn’t you say you were a lightweight?” 

“I never said that,” I roll my eyes. “Pretty sure I just said I don’t drink as much as I used to.” 

“Oh, so you think you can out drink me?” He teases, leaning toward me.

“Baby, I can drink you under the table.” I don’t back down. Instead, I bite my lip.

“Hmm,” his eyebrow raises, that smirk making another appearance. “We’ll find out tonight then won’t we?” 

“Nope, I’ll be on my best behavior,” I sit up straight. “But maybe some other time.” 

“We need to set that up. Let’s finish this, so we can try to get out of here soon.” 

“Bet.” 

~~~

His incessant attention keeps me on edge, but I manage to finish designing the pages for the news section, proof them and submit them to the printer by a quarter to midnight. Once we’re both done, we shut down the newsroom and head out to the parking lot.

“Follow me?” Our driver doors face each other. Not thinking, I pull mine open, so he has to wait for me to get in before he can hop inside his truck.

“Or should I give you my address?” Tossing my purse to the passenger side, I look over my shoulder to find his eyes watching me.  

“Hmm?” He says unapologetically, no longer hiding his interest. 

“You want my address, or you gonna follow me?” I turn fully toward him. He looks me up and down before meeting my eyes in the darkened parking lot. The downside of this newspaper is it was in the middle of an out of the way, residential neighborhood—the upside is after a certain hour no one is outside so damn near anything could happen out here...including fucking Reese in the bed of his truck. The tension is thick. It feels like now or never.

“Alright, I’ma come out and say it. I been peeped you and the looks you give me. I’m feeling you, and we can either go to this bar with everybody or we can spend the night alone. If I read the signs wrong, I’m sorry, but I had to shoot my shot, baby girl.” 

My lungs stop working. When I remember how to breathe, everything that comes out of my mouth is gravelly. “You know the whole southern accent, cowboy vibe caught my attention a while back.” 

He takes a step closer, effectively trapping me.

My breath comes out ragged as his hand slides underneath my skirt and works its way toward my slick folds. His fingers tease my clit. 

I clear my throat as my heart speeds up. “My place or yours?” 

“I’m down the street.” 

“I’ll follow you.” 

~~~

“So, can I get a drink?” I ask, unsure of exactly how this will happen. He takes my phone from my hand and stuffs it in my purse before setting it on the hall table beside us. We haven’t made it to the living room yet, but the proximity has my heart racing.

“I want you swallowing something, but it ain’t alcohol.”

The lump in my throat begs to be replaced by his dick.

“I have some whiskey in the kitchen, but in all honesty I’d rather see if we’re ... compatible,” He makes no move to come closer, but his gaze drops to my lips. This side of him is in stark contrast to his subtle, cheesy moves at work and it sends my desire into overdrive. “I would like to kiss you.”

“Then do it.” The words leave my mouth quickly. His eyes darken to a midnight blue, and he closes the gap between us, his hand tipping my chin. 

“Yeah?” 

I remove the remaining distance and his tongue flicks my top lip before I part them, allowing him inside. He tastes of mint and hot sauce, his lunch and the gum he had afterward. I moan against his mouth as my hands fly to his waist. 

“You know what, there’s more than one way to see if we’re compatible,” I talk around our mingling tongues. His belt comes loose as I go for his button, then the zipper. 

“You sure about this?” He asks, leaning back to study me. 

Panting, I make a face, pulling back to reassess the situation. My hands rest in balled fists on my lap as I look around the room. Did I really come to this man’s house and now he’s pushing me away?

“Umm, is this not okay?” I watch him take a deep inhale.

“It’s more than okay, it’s a dream come true.” 

Biting back a smile, I relax. “Corny.” 

As I attempt to resume my mission on his pants, he extracts my hands from them to lift my shirt over my head. A strangled groan sounds in his throat as he looks at my near naked torso, save for the thin, purple lace bra that barely contains my breasts, then he rips his button-up open, letting it land on the ground behind him.  

Finally, I get his pants undone and go to push them down, but he stops me once more so he can take his belt from the loops. 

“Can I restrain your hands?” 

My breath catches and I have to remember to push air in and out so I don’t pass out. Light bondage has always been my kink. When I place my wrists in front of me, he lets out a low growl before securing them. 

“Too tight?” he asks.

I peck his lips before he pushes my hands above my head and deepens the kiss. When his mouth travels down to my neck, before grazing my collarbone with his teeth, I fight the shiver rolling through me. 

“Keep your hands up,” he moves further down, popping my bra open using the front clasp. “You drop them and I’ll tease you to tears.”

Taking his time on each breast, nipping and sucking until my nipples are taut, he has me squirming. I watch him squat between my legs, his mouth at the band of my high-waisted skirt. 

“Let’s leave this on and them heels, but these,” He hooks his index fingers into my purple lace cheekie panties and works to slide them off. “They gotta go.” 

I chuckle as he helps me step out of them before stuffing them in his back pocket. I’m about to protest, but his teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He soothes the spot before dragging his tongue further north, his head disappearing beneath my almost indecently short work skirt. I suck in breaths as he kisses and nips his way closer to my dripping mound. I’m about to whine when he moves to the other thigh, repeating the process, but suddenly he lifts one leg over his shoulder and his tongue makes a languid swipe over my pussy lips. 

“Oh, fuck.”

My hands come to my face as his tongue slips between my folds, teasing me as its warmth and wetness mingle and mix with the slick want already there. My back arches off the wall while he tortures my clit, never giving it full attention. I try to shift so he will lick exactly where I want him to, but his hand claps around my hip.  

“Greedy girl,” He breathes against me. “Wait. I’ll give it some love soon, but them hands came down, so I get to have a little fun first.” 

I whimper as he sucks my clit into his mouth and bites down before licking and soothing it. The mixture of pain and pleasure threatens to send me over well before his tongue dives deep like he’s searching for gold. 

“Damn, I need more of this,” he says. 

Too engulfed by whatever magic has been bestowed upon his mouth, I miss him rising to his feet with me on his shoulders. A loud moan escapes me as my back meets his couch. At this angle, he can keep at what he's doing, and hold me open for him. My stomach clenches as I lift up on one elbow, watching him move beneath my skirt. Small intakes of breath and my whimpers are the only sounds heard besides him feasting on me like I’m his last rites. 

“Fuck.”

When I feel a finger enter me as the tip of his tongue flicks against my oversensitized bud, I almost lose it. A second digit joins the first as he lifts his head to look at me, the evidence of my arousal coating his face and the carnal look of pleasure nearly sending me over. 

“Damn, I love this look on you.” he says.

“I’d love it if you put your dick inside of me.” I pant, my eyes half-lidded. 

“I should wrap this up then.” He flips me to my knees, pushes my skirt up my back and grabs my bound hands between my legs causing my face to rest on the couch. 

“Rub your clit, baby girl.” 

His mouth covers all of me as we work me into a frenzy. My legs are shaking and he has to hold me up as I feel my climax reaching higher and higher. I can’t even move my finger against myself because his mouth is doing indescribable things to me.

“Oh, fuck me.” 

“I plan to, very soon.” Every single word he says against me ramps up my sexual desire until the cream of my pleasure floods out, and he laps up every drop. 

“Damn, sweet and warm like icing on a fresh cinnamon roll.” 

I collapse sideways on the couch, watching as he licks his lips and wipes the corners of his mouth before releasing the belt around my wrists, pulling me to rest beside him. I shift us so I can straddle him, not wanting to come down from this yet.

“I gotta say, that mouth of yours is very talented.” 

He smirks. “Oh, that isn’t even half of it.”  

“Don’t get cocky.” 

“I can prove it.” His fingers rub gently at the crook of my thighs underneath my skirt. 

“You do have condoms, right?” I ask.

His hands move to the backs of my thighs as he rises to a standing position. After laying me on his bed, he pulls a pack from his side table. Three come out of the box and he goes to rip one free.

“I think that might be a good amount.” 

His head snaps to me. “Oh?” 

“What, you think once is good enough?” I raise an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure from the way that tongue works, you ain’t gon’ say no to this.”

“You damn right.” He moves to kiss me, but I flip on top and his hands find my waist. Climbing off, I remove my remaining clothes, kicking out of my shoes, and watching as he does the same. My eyes fall to his erect cock, at attention and waiting on my command. 

“You got some work between your legs, I’m with it,” I tell him. 

“Never heard that before, but I’ll take that as a good thing?” 

I cheese, then push him on the bed. “You damn right.” 

Freeing one condom from its wrapper, I roll it on his dick before quickly sliding down until our hips connect. His eyes close as his nails dig into my sides. A very audible growl escapes him when I begin rolling my hips, planting my hands on his chest as I start bouncing up and down – riding him hard as my ass smacks against his thighs. His body tenses and … he comes. My eyes grow wide and I stare at his face as I sit astride him. 

“Did you just-” 

“How the hell did you do that?” He asks, in awe.

“Did you-”

“I promise, I got more in me than that. You fucked my common sense away. I can’t let you think I can’t hang!” 

“Well, uh. That wasn’t even 30 seconds?” I look him up and down. 

He flips me beneath him before kissing me. “Trust me, I got more in me than that. Let me clean this up right quick and I’ll prove it to you.” 

I raise an eyebrow, watching his retreating figure enter the bathroom.

“Nice ass!” I call out. 

“Same to you and I hope to be smacking it before the night’s over.” 

“You need to prove you’re more than a minute man.” I chuckle. 

He returns, shaking his head. “You got some good good, guh. I ain’t gon’ deny that. Magic pussy or something, but I’ma lay it on you right now.” 

“Prove it, big boy.” I taunt. 

He rolls another condom on and reaches for my ankles, pulling me to the edge of his bed. “You gon’ eat them words.” 

I manage to keep a straight face until he pushes inside, hanging my legs over the crooks of his elbows as his hands grip the tops of my thighs. The deeper he drives, the shallower my breathing becomes. “Oh... my-” 

“Reese? Oh my Reese?” He teases, but never slows. I want to say something slick, but can’t.

“We gon’ need to call out tomorrow, or we gon’ be real late.” I moan. 

“Let’s decide in the morning.” 

He continues drilling into me before flipping me on my stomach and wrenching me up on all fours, the sound of our bodies connecting ringing loud in my head. His teeth nip my earlobe causing me to shudder through an orgasm.

“Tonight, I’ma tear this up as a reward for you getting me off like that.”