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Sabotage Equals Seduction
- written by Jolie Gryphon
Cassidy impatiently paced back and forth across the hardwood floor of the living room in her small apartment. She paused briefly to glance up at the brass clock that hung just above her emerald green computer. He would be there any minute.
She had been planning this from the very first time she had met Kyle when he was the one to answer the service call on her computer. The contraption had decided to delete or misplace a document that she had spent three long days and nights working on the day before she had to have it for work. In desperation she had called the company she had purchased it from, and they had sent him to her door.
Now each time she had a problem with her computer, even one she could fix herself, she called for him to come and help her out. Only this call was unlike any of the others. This time, Cassidy had seduction on her mind.
The sun had already began to disappear beneath the horizon when the doorbell rang. Cassidy sprinted across the room like a shot to answer it. Just before opening the door, she smoothed back her hair with both hands and took a deep calming breath that did nothing to slow down her already racing heart.
"Who is it?" she called out in a soft feminine voice.
"Kyle Foster, Miss Layne. I'm here about your computer problems," he called back through the door as it slowly cracked open.
He wasn't expecting the site that his eyes beheld as the door slowly opened up completely to allow him access to the apartment. She stood there with her chestnut colored hair hanging long and wildly about her shoulders, her silvery eyes sparkling as they met his blue ones, and wearing a bathrobe. Kyle swallowed hard before stepping into the apartment.
He had found her attractive since that very first service call he had made to her house, but he had remained the professional and hidden all his desires. However, Kyle found himself having a real problem with keeping his carnal thoughts to himself after having found her in such a state of undress. She had an affect on him like no other woman ever had, but he was there to service her computer not her.
"I'll, um.." he began before pausing to swallow hard. Why was he finding it so hard to speak all of a sudden? "I'll just get to work on this so I can get out of your hair," he said with a weak smile as he cautiously moved around her to where the computer sat on its desk against the far wall.
Kyle sat down and began to work as Cassidy began to pace the floor behind him. Now that he was there, she had no idea how to go about her well thought out plans. Suddenly coming up with a plan, her pacing ceased.
The tense silence that began to envelop the room was only broken by the faint clicking of the keyboard keys. Kyle's shoulders were so tense from thinking about what Cassidy was wearing, or rather what she wasn't wearing and from his attempts to keep himself under strict control that he was almost afraid to move for fear of breaking something. There was no way he was going to let his hormones override his common sense when it came to a client, but when Cassidy pressed herself up against his back he nearly lost all his hard earned self control right then and there.
The feel of Cassidy's soft breasts pressing against the tense muscles of his back was slowly driving Kyle out of his mind, but when she leaned over him to reach for a pen on the desk, his control snapped. In that position, the front of her robe fell open ever so slightly and revealed to his shocked blue gaze a glorious view of creamy skin barely concealed by see -through pale pink lace.
Kyle wasn't aware of the fact that he had stopped breathing until she turned to look at him from her close proximity, and his breath sucked in. Her silvery eyes glittered at him as she simply stood there looking at him.
That was the moment when his control finally snapped. He surged forward so quickly that Cassidy's gasp of surprise had barely had time to escape her lips before he had kissed her square on the mouth. At first he was slow and hesitant, but as it sunk in that she wasn't fighting him or pulling away, he slowly began to deepen the kiss, make it more passionate, more erotic.
Their tongues danced as tension began to rapidly build within them. Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach as she slowly slid from behind him to climb into his lap without breaking away from his intoxicating kiss. As she moved over his lap, she could feel the hardness in his pants, and she secretly smiled. At least she knew she was getting to him, that he wanted her, and that he was ready for her, but that would have to wait. She intended to draw the experience out for just as long as she could hold out.
When he felt her bottom slide across his ever growing erection, a violent shiver went racing down his spine as a loud moan of pleasure escaped his lips and went into her. She breathed him in as her hands moved up to cup his face and pull him closer still, and his arms went up behind her to pull her to him so that her breasts were pressed into his chest. She pressed against him harder and harder until the chair finally gave in to the force and tipped over backward.
Cassidy laughed as they landed in a heap in the chair on the floor. Kyle still had her encircled in his arms and swiftly rolled them over out of the chair and into the floor where he lay poised above her looking into the silvery depths of her eyes.
She lay there looking up at him with her eyes wide open and her hands up on either side of her head. Drawing in a deep breath for the first time since he had rolled them out of the chair, she slowly lifter her head up toward him. She wanted to feel his lips on hers once more, and would do anything to get it.
When he failed to move, she quickly reached up and yanked him down to her and bringing her lips crashing up against his in the process. As she slowly relaxed back onto the plush blue carpet, her arms moved down his shoulders, up under his arms, and across the hard muscles of his back. Tiny fires were left burning along his skin in the places where her hands had traveled, and he found himself wishing that his shirt was anywhere but on his back. When he felt her hands pulling it free from the hem of him jeans, he couldn't help but smile and think how she had to have been reading his mind.
As her soft fingers began to gently glide along his bare skin, his own hands began to do some exploring of their own. Using one hand for balance, his free hand snaked up between them and pulled the belt of the robe loose. Then carefully he began to pull the robe open to reveal the untold treasure he knew to be hidden underneath the soft terry cloth of the garment.
The pink lace lingerie she wore did little to conceal her creamy, flawless skin from his gaze or the touch of his roaming hand. He couldn't help but think that the skin of her neck and shoulders was just as soft as it appeared to be as he slowly drug a single finger over it in swirling little patterns that sent exotic little waves of pleasure rippling down her spine. He could see her rosy pink nipples shining from beneath the paler lace, and his hand moved to answer their pleading call for attention that he could imagine himself hearing.
Slowly he grasped on already peaking nipple between his finger
and thumb and slowly teased it into life. As he teased her
nipples into hard little peaks, something in the pit of her
stomach began to coil and warm as his actions increased in
intensity. He was already driving her mad with his touch,
but when he moved his hand to the other breast and brought
his mouth down on the first to replace his hand, her back
arched and a loud moan escaped her lips as he drew back and
watched her reactions to him.
He sat up over her and removed his shirt, tossing it aside. She gazed up at him and carefully took in each and every inch of his smooth bare chest. For a computer tech, he was built extremely well, and her fingers itched to reach out and touched that muscular, well-defined chest of his.
Leaning over her, he slid one arm beneath her and slowly raised her up. He then carefully slid the robe off her shoulders with his free hand and enjoyed the soft feel of her skin and the catch in her breath as he did so. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him with the first hints of her building desire reflected in them, and he could feel himself swelling even more as he began to realize just how badly she wanted him.
Gently he laid her back down on the soft carpet and paused a moment to look at her. So many nights he had spent lying in in bed dreaming of that very thing, but he found that the reality of the situation was by far more exciting and wonderful than even the wildest of dreams. As he slowly moved back over her, her breath sucked in causing her breasts to thrust forward against the thin fabric covering them. A slight groan escaped his lips as another wave of heat washed over him.
"Are you sure about this?" He whispered at her ear.
All Cassidy could do was nod in return for fear that her voice would betray the erratic beat of her heart, the rushing torrents of her pulse, and her inability to breath. Her soft nod and the sparkle in her clear silver eyes told him everything he needed to know.
His mouth captured hers gently at first and progressively more violent as the achingly long minutes ticked by. The intimacy of the kiss sent spikes of fire shooting throughout her entire being, and she longed to have him closer than just pressed against her. Her hands moved over the smooth yet firm muscles of his back as she pulled him closer still.
The feel of his weight pressing her down into the carpet exhilarated her and sent her pulse to flowing through her veins like molten lava. Her hands slid down his back, and her fingers played with the waist band of his jeans. Sliding them beneath the fabric, she drug her fingertips over the expanse of skin that she could reach.
She had no idea what she was doing to him as her fingers continued to gently tease the sensitive skin beneath the waist of his jeans. His blood began to surge through his veins like never before as the swelling in his jeans continued to build to unbelievable levels of intense pressure. The slow rhythmic caressing of his skin that she was doing was about to make him lose his mind. He felt as though he may explode if he did not have her and have her soon.
Again he rolled them over to where she was now on top of him, and their lips never parted. As one hand moved up to gather her hair into a tight fist, the other snaked between them to work on the buckle of his belt as well as the snap and zipper of his jeans. After that task was out of the way, he gently began to tug at the lace panties that were nothing more than a wisp of fabric. She shifted her body to help accommodate him in the removal of the fabric before lifting herself up over him just enough for him to inch his jeans down his hips.
She smiled wickedly down at him as she suddenly pushed down against him taking in every last inch of his need deep within herself. He arched his back and moaned with the pleasure the feel of her sliding over him created. She was hot and moist and more than ready for him as he finally regained control of himself enough to grasp her by the hips and gently begin to guide her into a rhythm that was hoped to bring them both to ecstasy.
As the moments ticked by, Cassidy began to take control as she tried to obtain that ultimate goal. Fast and faster she thrust her hips forward and down at the same time; harder and harder with each pass. Her heart was pounding, and she was barely breathing and she pushed on in her attempts to reach the fabled orgasm that she had read so much about.
Kyle had began the ordeal by helping to pull her forward, but as her rhythm became more frenzied he gave up his feeble attempts and leaned back as wave after wave of ecstasy began to wash over him. With strength he did not know he had, he reached up to knead the soft flesh of her perky young breasts and roll the delectable nipples between his fingers. He could hear her gasps of pleasure as he began his explorations of her breasts and slowly increased the pressure of his fingers as her moans and rhythmic rocking of her hips increased in intensity.
Cassidy threw back her head and moaned loudly as her body was racked by convulsion after convulsion. Muscles she never knew she had contracted one right after the other only to begin the pattern all over again once it was through. Never in her life had she felt such ecstasy, such pleasure, such wonder as that.
As her core tighten on him over and over again, he too went over that blissful edge. His entire body went taut as wave after wave of pleasure ran through his entire body from head to toe. His fingers dug into her hips as he gripped her harder and harder in fear that she would move and end the unbelievable pleasure he was feeling. He didn't relinquish his hold on her until she collapsed in an exhausted heap onto his sweat covered chest.
Amazingly she lifted her head to look at him with misty eyes and smiled. She had never felt as good as she did at that moment. Her finger moved in little swirling patterns on his sweat dampened chest as she continued to smile at him. He couldn't help but smile back at the picture she made with her half-closed silvery eyes and her rosy cheeks.
He hugged her tight and groaned as he once again rolled them over, then laughed as he realized that his jeans were down around him knees. She gazed up at him questioningly.
"Seems we were in a bit of a hurry," he murmured between chuckles. He glanced down their bodies again, and her eyes followed his lead. She giggled at the sight that met her eyes. "I didn't even get my pants off."
"Well," she shyly began. "It'll just make them easier to get back on."
He smile quickly faded as he looked at her with a strange look on his handsome face. "Trying to get rid of me so soon?" He asked. She shook her head. "Good, cause I'm not done with you yet."
Her eyes grew large as he quickly kissed her and stumbled to his feet. Pulling off his shoes after having barely untied them, he then completely removed his jeans and grinned down at her. Kneeling beside her, he removed the pale pink lingerie she wore and looked at her exquisite body from head to toe, missing nothing in his explorations.
Carefully he lifted her into his arms and stood there in the center of the living room floor staring into her eyes. After a few minutes of him standing there looking at her, she raised one hand and pointed in the direction on the bedroom. His smile widened as he moved in the direction she had pointed.
"Thank you," he whispered at her ear.
Her hand slid against his cheek and turned his head toward her so that she could kiss his firm lips with her softer ones. Being in his arms was a dream come true for her, and if only she could tell him that...if only. As it was, Cassidy was in such shock from her behavior that she was practically speechless. Breathing was enough of a hardship that it kept her busy just trying not to pass out from the lack of oxygen.
As Kyle gently laid her down on the soft lavender coverlet of her bed, another shiver went chasing down her spine. He had already given her such pleasure that she found it hard to believe that anything else could even come close to comparing, but she was more than willing to find out.
She scooted herself up on the bed to allow him room to climb up there with her. She spread her legs apart in a minor act of bravery and extended her arms to him. He slowly slid between her legs and kissed her swollen lips slowly, sensuously before trailing kisses down her cheek, along her neck, across the curve of her collar and finally down to her breasts.
Cassidy moaned and clutched his head in her hands as he sucked the nipple of one breast into his mouth and played havoc on her senses as he flicked the already throbbing nipple with his tongue. Ripple after ripple of ecstasy washed over her as she pulled him closer and began to writhe beneath him. He pushed back against her pulling hands enough to move from one breast to the other. How could he give one such perfect bit of flesh so much attention and not the other?
As he suckled her other breast, his hand snaked down and probed at her hot, wet core. The ripples of pleasure washing over her increased to tidal waves of emotions so intense her mind failed to come up with a good enough word to describe them. Her legs spread wider as he probed deeper and deeper.
While she was lost in the feelings that his fingers were stirring deep within her, he left her breasts and trailed kissed along her abdomen and made swirling patterns with his tongue. He traveled lower until he was making those patterns on the super sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Muscles jumped and clenched at the unfamiliar touch of his lips on skin that no other man had ever thought to touch in such ways.
When his tongue slid around his probing fingers, an feeling so fierce went through her that it felt more like a hot knife slicing her in two. Her hands shot out, and she grabbed the coverlet in both hands and clenched them into fists so tight that her knuckles turned white. As his tongue flicked at the edge of her core, her back arched and a shrill cry escaped from her lips. He was tying her in knots, and it felt wonderful!
The more his tongue moved; the more her back arched until it looked as though she was attempting to stand on her head. At that moment, Kyle repositioned himself and went surging forward into her in one swift forward thrust. Her body immediately convulsed around him in a series of tightening and relaxing waves that had him on the verge of orgasm himself.
Kyle gritted his teeth and tried his best not to let her body's reaction to his entrance into her overwhelm him. Nothing would please him more, than to give her so much more pleasure than he had in their previous encounter. He wanted to give her pleasure and ecstasy beyond anything she had ever before imagined, but above all , he wanted her to know just how much he needed her at that moment in time.
His hips rocked forward pressing the very essence of his manhood deeper within her with each movement. No matter how close he got to her, how deep he drove, it was never enough. He had to get closer, had to go deeper, ...to reach her very soul.
Cassidy's sharp little moans caused his head to snap up and his eyes to jerk down to her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes closed as he continued to surge into her over and over again. The nipples of her breasts were erect and beckoning to him to draw them back into the warm darkness of his mouth once more. Arching his back so that he could reach them, he was more than happy to accommodate them.
She arched her back at the first feel of his warm breath on her breasts and thrust them up closer to him. His teeth nipped the hard peaks, and she cried out as another shock wave of pleasure went racing through her once more. When her hips began to move up to met him in his downward thrusts, he nearly lost him mind.
He lifted his head from her breasts and pressed his weight against her. Then grasping her hips in his big strong hands, he surged forward with more force than ever before. He could feel the shivers that began in her legs run through her body, and that made him strive even harder for fulfillment.
Cassidy was so blown away by the overwhelming emotions she was feeling, that she wasn't even aware of what was happening to her anymore. Her body moved of its own accord as it matched him move for move.
He wrapped his arms up and under hers as his hands grasped her shoulders and pulled as he surged forward time and time again. All time seem to stop as he continued to move over her and create such sweet music with their bodies. As she moaned and shifted herself ever so slightly to one side, wave after wave of pleasure racked their bodies and sent shivers down their spines.
Kyle's back arched as he surged forward one last time with every last ounce of strength he had left before he finally collapsed on top of her, and Cassidy was feeling much the same thing. The orgasm she experienced shook her to her very core, her soul. Nothing could have prepared her for the reality of what had just happened or of the things still to come.
After several minutes of lying on top of her gasping for breath, Kyle slowly lifted his head. He look down at her relaxed face in awe. For months he had admired her from afar, so to speak, and never once had he dared to dream that he could have her. Yet here he was, wrapped in her arms after the most intense sex of his life. 'No scratch that,' he thought to himself, 'it wasn't just sex. It was something more, but what?'
When Cassidy failed to move, he found himself checking to make sure she was still breathing. Her breath drew in slowly and steadily. Gently, he shook her, and she slowly opened her eyes to gaze up at him in a hazy state of extreme pleasure and exhaustion combined. Weakly she smiled up at him as he smiled back down at her.
Carefully he moved off the top of her to give her some room to breathe. Kyle wasn't sure about her, but he knew he was feeling things unlike anything ever before. He could still feel the lingering warmth and wetness from where she had been wrapped around him, and he found it an odd but pleasurable feeling.
Cassidy lay there on the bed next to him in a sated heap. With her limbs feeling like jell-o, she decided it was best to just stay put. Plus, she could still feel tiny spikes of pleasure branching out from her core to travel slowly throughout her still trembling body. Slowly, she rolled her head to look at him through sated eyes and moaned at the effort it took to perform even that simple act.
Kyle pulled her close and slowly rocked her as he stroked her hair. She deserved to be loved, and he so desperately wanted to be the man to do it. But how did he go about telling her that? That was one problem he wasn't so sure about the answer to.
Cassidy's eyes slowly opened as she felt the bed shift. She had opened them just in time to catch a glimpse of Kyle's exquisite backside as he walked out the bedroom door. Climbing from the bed, she pulled the sheet out from under the coverlet and wrapped it around her nakedness. Then she softly padded out into the living room and watched through alert silver eyes as Kyle bent over to pick up his clothes that had been strewn about the room.
"Mmm..." she remarked as he stooped over in front of her.
His head jerked up, and he stood up straight. Quickly he glanced over his shoulder to see Cassidy leaned against the doorjamb grinning ear to ear at him. She wiggle her eyebrows at him as she slowly slinked forward.
"In a hurry to be going?" she asked as she drug one finger tip across his still bare chest.
He grasped his clothes in one hand and moved the other up over her agonizingly sweet hand. Then he kissed her softly on the lips. "Not really," he began as he glanced over her head to the clock above her computer. "But I have been here for four hours. They are probably wondering what's happened to me back at the office since it closed two hours ago," he explained with a crooked grin.
"Oh," she said at a loss for further comment.
He smiled and gave her another quick kiss before he slowly backed away and pulled his jeans back on. Sliding his shirt back over his head, he grinned wickedly at her.
"What's that grin for?" She asked suspiciously.
"Just a thought that came to mind," he answered as his kissed the top of her head and hugged her close.
"And what would that be?" she again questioned as he moved to sit on the sofa to put his shoes back on. "And will I see you again? She didn't know why she had asked that last question, but she so desperately hoped that he said yes.
After he finished tying his shoes, he stood up and walked back over to where Cassidy still stood in the center of the room. He looked down at her from his taller height and smiled again. Then placing a hand on each of her shoulders, he pulled her close and kissed the breath out of her.
When he lifted his head, his smile was even wider. Turning from her he went to the computer to collect his tools. "Sorry about not getting around to getting your computer fixed," he said with a slight flush.
She grinned wickedly then. "No worries. I know how to fix it, since I'm the one who messed it up," she informed him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
He chuckled as he moved toward the door shaking his head, and she moved up behind him. He turned and gave her one more parting kiss. "Cassidy?"
"Yes?" she answered.
"Be sure and mess your computer up again tomorrow. Okay?" he asked.
Her smile grew, and her face became radiant. "You better believe it," she replied as she watched him walked out the door and down the hallway.
With a resigned sigh, Cassidy closed the door and leaned back against. Amazing to think how a silly plan of seduction could turn into the best thing that had ever happened in her life. He wanted her to mess up her computer. Well, she wouldn't actually mess it up, but she sure would say that she had if it meant he would be coming back more often.
Slowly, she moved to the center of the room to pick up her own scattered clothing. She would never look at that plush blue carpet the same way again, or the desk chair for that matter now that she had noticed that it was still lying in the floor on its back. She picked it up and glanced at the computer screen where he had been working.
"Imagine that, Cassidy Layne. Sabotage equals seduction," she said to herself on a laugh as she walked back into the bedroom to clean up and think of how to go about seducing Kyle the next time he came to fix her computer.
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