Chapter 2
Shannon showered, dressed and dashed down to the lobby twenty minutes before six. She wanted to take no chances that Tom would carry out his threat about leaving her behind.
A nagging curiosity of whether he overheard the improper sounds she made further propelled her. If Tom displayed any illuminating sign, her mortification would be complete.
To her amazement, Tom was already waiting. Absorbed in the Wall Street Journal, he didn't take immediate notice of her arrival. His engrossment enabled Shannon a moment of undetected study.
Without that closely checked sneer leveled in her direction, Shannon glimpsed a rarely seen Tom. Stripping away the negative layers, she espied aspects that weren't normally visible. That rounded face with its thick, ordinary features took on new dimensions. Despite his snobbish air punctuated by those wire-rimmed glasses, she pinpointed a masculine fire that defied description. That unknown energy had tripped a hot wire inside her.
She examined his hands-thick fingers of tremendous strength, capable of crushing. His thumb was long, club-like-and in a gratifying sense, figurative of a major appendage. Part of her wanted to undergo their tingling stroke. She intuitively knew it would be deliciously electrical.
The rest of him held her appeal. Dressed in a crisp, short-sleeved Docker shirt with a matching pair of shorts, he emulated a polished character. His muscular forearms and thighs were in plain view. She enjoyed their manly shape. In spite of being born with average looks, Tom had a nice build. Having seen him in an endless procession of dark suits, the exposure of skin whet her appetite for more. Though sparse on his head, hair was not deficient on the rest of him.
Shannon approached him slowly, wondering if her attitude had changed. Outside of the office and away from the daily battlefront, her perception of the man underwent transition. Perhaps the novelty of an exotic business trip, a romantic hotel setting in a southern climate contributed to that impression. Alone with a man she outwardly deplored-but subconsciously admired-could conceivably alter that.
Shannon admitted being definitely confused.
Tom glanced up from his paper to see Shannon. Her gorgeous face, framed by a fall of red curls, riveted him. Her provocative ensemble, a tight-fitting golf shirt in which her tits jutted prominently and pair of shorts showing her sleek legs to advantage, snared his attention. Christ, she was hot. His pulse skipped a beat.
He automatically recounted the sounds of her mounting pleasure and their effect on him. He jerked off to those titillating sobs and was left in a pool of sweat and splattered cum. The quivering in his body hadn't abated until nearly an hour later. The temptation to knock on her door and do what his body screamed for nearly drove him insane. Only by the barest margin had Tom retained his sobriety. Although she invoked the animal that resided in his skin, he couldn't gamble on rejection. He wanted to fuck her, but couldn't initiate it based on her unpredictable nature. Shannon would either love it-his sharper perception-or report it to their superiors at Lawton. Unfortunately, she posed an unacceptable risk.
Those tanned, shapely thighs captured his imagination. Christ, he would have sold his soul to the devil just to have them wrapped about him for one night. That mouth and its luscious quality also taunted him: he envisioned himself nibbling on those full, sensual lips. He expected she would gladly receive his plunging tongue. Those big tits would cushion his chest and absorb the impact of his pumping body.
It would be great sex-the best lay in his life.
"Good morning," Shannon pleasantly said, stepping up to him. She brandished a radiant smile and prayed her tender greeting would be reciprocated.
He nodded, but the message that came out of his mouth was one of many programmed. "Nice. Dressed for success. It fits your style: corporate slut."
Shannon's lips thinned. The man was intolerable, a total jerk. "Do you always start the morning with a bug up your ass?"
He regretted his slip for a millisecond, then saw his shame dissolve. Her needling comment kindled his deep-rooted grudge. "Trying to handicap Jason Hammer's swing? Shaking those tits or ass will surely do it. Tell me: will you need to show him the hole?"
Tom Lynch was beyond redemption, Shannon pitifully thought. A sick individual with a corrupt mind-that was her unshakable evaluation of him. "Shall we leave, or are you waiting for your second wind?"
He felt the itch to launch a pot shot over her moaning masturbation routine, but strangely held his tongue. He was afraid that if something were said, it might not recur again. He yearned for a second instance.
Shannon touched a nerve-one he wanted her to frequently tamper with.
"Shannon Price and Tom Lynch, meet Alex Randall."
Shannon jerked in surprise when Jason Hammer introduced them to the stunning blonde. In her naivete, she assumed his attorney would be a man. The woman around which he draped his arm shattered that illusion. She was of peasant beauty, with bewitching allure. "Alex?"
"Alexis," the blue-eyed vixen clarified in a Southern lilt. "I've long since accepted Jason's more casual reference. Judging from your shocked expressions, you gathered I would be a male, hmmmmmm?"
"We're not complaining," Tom enthused. He was first to extend his hand. "We're delighted to meet you."
She returned his firm grasp. "Mmmmmmm. A strong man. I like that."
Jason chuckled. "Don't mind her, Tom. Alex is a born tease. She's always batting her eyes at the men. But watch out: she's tough."
Shannon felt a stab of jealousy. Alexis's flirtatious manner, compounded with an exceptional body, roused that emotion. Her technique in engaging Tom did not sit well. Shannon's intestines roiled at the sight of Alexis plying her charms.
Alexis wore an outfit similar to Shannon's. Her large, jutting breasts stretched the golf shirt. Those slim, mouth-watering thighs, on exhibit in a pair of matching shorts, rivaled hers.
Shannon sensed Tom's body temperature rise while he savored Alexis. She effortlessly promoted sexual heat. He practically salivated while digesting her set of curves.
"Alex is in charge of all financial affairs," Jason stated. "I don't make a move without checking with her. Her legal wisdom has aided Windsor Communications for the past three years."
Tom warmed to her presence. "You're an influential person?"
Her lips curved. "I like to believe that."
Tom recognized opportunity glaring him in his face. The previous night's cocktail party painted a dismal situation for him; he presumed that Shannon had scored a victory by wrapping her tentacles about Jason Hammer. Alexis Randall blasted that theory. He felt he had a fighting chance after all. Her friendly smile and tantalizing manner advised him of a voracious sexual appetite. He could resist posturing himself for success.
Tom concealed his satisfaction. He felt capable of serving her needs-no matter how extensive they were.
"Shall we play?" Jason proposed, indicating the verdant course with a tilt of his head.
Shannon felt abject embarrassment over her performance on the green. Alexis posed a tormenting distraction. She was acutely aware of how Jason's lawyer manipulated Tom's attention. Tom's immersion in her seductive form riled Shannon. He was so lustfully smitten with Alexis, he made no attempt to usurp Shannon's authority. Shannon, accustomed to his camouflaged insults, was infuriated.
As a result, Shannon's score was less than desirable.
Tom navigated their conversation. He broached the subject of the merger and its providence. Shannon's contributions were shallow compared to Tom's robust dialogue. Both Jason and Alexis seemed enthralled with the vision he submitted, yet remained noncommittal.
They lunched at the country club afterward. Alexis snuggled next to Tom while Shannon attempted to mask her chagrin. Because of her preoccupation with Alexis, Jason suffered from neglect. Her longing for him was eclipsed by her sexy opposition.
The shortage of Shannon's attention stymied Jason. He disliked being consigned to obscurity, especially by someone he was physically drawn to. Her fixation with Tom was unaccounted for. Jason was unsure whether the fire he had witnessed in Shannon had been stamped out by an obligation to remain professional, or if her fascination for him hadn't been legitimate. He searched those emerald spheres for an answer. He had hoped to pick up the thread of their attraction that afternoon. Her fleeting gaze foiled that plan.
"Shannon, I thought you might enjoy seeing our main facility," Jason submitted for her approval. "It's quite a spectacle. Our army of satellite dishes and metal towers alone will impress you."
Shannon was jarred from dejection. Recalling the value of her role, she snapped to consciousness. She vowed that short-term envy would not interfere with the achievement of her goal. "I would love to."
"Fine." He motioned to Alexis. "Would you mind entertaining Tom in our absence. Perhaps he would like a private tour of our offices."
"That would be my pleasure," she purred.
Shannon swallowed her animosity. She trusted Tom would be in good hands. She only hoped her name wasn't too maligned.
After their separation and in the intimacy of Jason's Mercedes convertible, Shannon experienced the hormone activity that eluded her that morning. Jason's exciting proximity brought that furious return. She was conscious of his even breathing, his light clasp of the wheel, his aggressive maneuvering. Jason was self-reliant, a man to which she was helplessly magnetized. His virility stemmed from the comparative ease with which he functioned. It was much simpler to focus on Jason without the emotional conflict Tom caused.
An electrical tension crackled through her body. Her red mane flapped over her shoulders, her face caressed the by strong breeze. Her nipples, sensitive to that unmitigated force, began to protrude from her top.
Shannon's display of arousal was not missed by Jason. He watched her from the corner of his eye, drinking in her every inch.
It had been hell for Jason on the field that morning. All that bending over while Shannon prepared to swing really got to him. She proceeded to show him her ass the duration of the eighteen holes. Her tits hung in tantalizing profusion. His patience had taken a severe beating from those collected visuals.
The first sign of consent arrived in the form of her possessed thigh. She insinuated herself against him, atremble. The vibrations she gave off were noticeable. He abutted his thigh to hers and returned the pressure. Circular force was applied.
Shannon clenched her teeth. Ohhhhhhhhh. Jason got her horny, doing that. She resisted an urge to touch him. Digging her nails in her palms, she attempted to fight it off. She scolded herself that their relationship was meant to be professional. Having sex with Jason Hammer could damage that tie. Spreading her legs for the man might cripple his confidence about the merger and minimize her importance in that venture. Shannon feared losing his respect. A woman that surrendered to a man was perceived as weak and, therefore, not a worthy candidate with which to conduct business.
Her struggle to curb that sizzling impulse was an exercise in futility. Shannon's lust came in waves, each stronger than the previous, battering her defense system. Solid muscle continued to prod her. She detected hot urgency in his nudge. She was much too susceptible to the man in him. After her guard was sufficiently pummeled, she relented.
Her hand settled on his thigh. Light, exhilarating rotation followed. Her fingertips skimmed its span of muscle. Sparks were generated. As further encouragement, her tits bumped him. Their firmness scaled her last vestige of innocence. Shannon's wanting was plain.
Shannon's show of compliance was all that Jason required. He applied the brake, then pulled onto the shoulder of the road. He could hardly wait to get his hands on her.
She offered herself to him. At that first, tentative brush of her mouth, a shudder buckled through his whole body. He hauled her beneath him and crushed her lips with rough possession.
Shannon sustained the heady sensation of falling, then shooting to the surface. Jason allowed her a gulp of air before taking her down again-that time for an open-mouthed kiss that involved tongues and teeth.
Jason tore at the buttons of her shirt. He wanted to see those tits that held him captive throughout their game. He demonstrated no care in undoing them. The fire building inside him raged. The beat of his heart was louder than thunder. Shannon shook violently, anxious to be relieved of her top. When her nipples were bared, he groaned. He fastened his mouth to one, then sucked hard.
"Oh, God," Shannon whimpered, gritting her teeth. She clasped his head, writhing against those demanding lips. He pulled tenaciously at her erect nub. She raked her nails through his thick, blond hair. Saliva oozed from beneath his secured mouth and trickled into her cleavage. "Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Jason framed her billowy globes with his hands and effected a stimulating massage. His thumbs passed over the luxuriant stubs before he inflicted more oral torture. Shannon had a nice pair-better than he imagined.
"I wanted you the moment we met," he hoarsely confessed.
"Me, too," she sighed.
He pulled her close. As swiftly as his hands traveled over her flesh, hers explored his body with matching boldness. She groped between his legs and found a swollen cock. Ohhhhhhhh. He was huge. She reveled at the size of him. Jason was a well-endowed man. Her perception of him had been on target.
Jason went crazy from her touch. Shannon's exploration promoted a burning disturbance and had him quaking. He wanted desperately to get in that cunt and make her moan. He throbbed wildly inside his pants, aching to be released. Sliding into the pussy would be a joy.
Shannon went wild. She sensed chemical volatility. Her sob was cut short when his mouth closed over her taut nipple, then vented furious suction. He lapped at that distended nugget until she thrashed against the hardness behind his zipper. He ringed her nipples with wet, dizzying kisses. Her nubs were tongued to pulsating ripeness. She staggered from his stirring pucker. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The love lavished upon her tits served as a blazing appetizer.
A thrill jolted through her, reaching her toes. She moaned, shuddering with delight. Jason triggered her every hot button. Wailing, she pledged total submission.
Jason brought her tits into alignment, then stroked their stiff peaks. Her flesh burned in his grasp. He noisily consumed them, slurping those rock-hard pebbles until they hummed in his mouth. Mmmmmmmmmm. He bore down on her delectable frailty, sampling her natural sugars.
Shannon, shivering, sank into the leather upholstery. Her air supply was endangered. She breathed raggedly, eager to satisfy the beast inside him.
Jason unsnapped the button to her shorts. A simple twist of the fingers, and they opened for him. He tugged them over her hips and whisked them down her thighs. Shannon's heart pounded like a trip-hammer. Completely nude, she writhed for his enjoyment.
He stared at her with undisguised pleasure. "Christ. You're beautiful."
"I hope this won't spoil our chances to do business."
He shook his head. "I never link the two.
What happens here doesn't impact those kinds of decisions."
Relief washed over Shannon. Having disgorged herself of that emotional burden, she resumed the intensity of the moment. In order to facilitate their coupling, she climbed into the back seat where they had ample space. The sun beat down on her exposed skin. The warm afternoon breeze kissed her flesh. She beckoned him to join her.
Jason wasted no time scaling the seat and hopping in back with her. His hungry look accompanied him. The fact they were in a convertible with the top down and on display to passing motorists didn't seem to faze him.
He lapped the tips of her breasts, then cleansed the inside of her navel with his tongue. When he licked the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, she emitted a prolonged sob. He made her want him, displacing a passion she had once thought stable. Her lust burst into flame. Mounting anticipation hazed her vision. Her senses were knife-sharp.
He praised her in whispers. His voice floated up to her in the wake of his saliva-drenched sweep. She felt his breath on her pussy. Moisture welled from her loins. The agony of having his face near her cunt intensified. She ached for his initial lash.
Jason caressed her red fur. Shannon's pubes were of feathery softness. He groaned before dividing the full, slick lips of her pussy with his thumbs. Her enlarged clit caught his immediate attention. He lowered his tongue into that succulent pink delicacy. Mmmmm. Her snatch seeped honey. He licked that exquisite suppleness. Shannon's cunt was tractable to his heated prompting. He vacuumed her sweet trickle. Her sap had a delicious tang. He scrubbed the squishy area, only to fracture her breathing and cause her hips to jerk.
"Jason," she panted, latching onto the door handle. He ravenously fed upon her cunt. His gratified countenance reflected supreme bliss at servicing her in that manner. She attempted to observe the curling frenzy of his tip, but became too dazed. He thrust into her tender snatch, then bathed his tongue tip in her juices. His subsequent wriggle drove her insane. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes. More."
Shannon fondled herself while being eaten. Her nipples throbbed from the influx of stimulation. Cupping her tits, she circled the pronounced nubs. Her rotation of them was inflammatory. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Jason withdrew his tongue, only to insert a finger. Shannon cried out as his digit sank into her sopping cunt. His curiosity of that juicy area got the better of him. He punctured her warmth, worming within those absorbent lips.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. He could hardly wait to stick his cock in there.
Shannon undulated while Jason fingered her. Though slippery, she tensed about him. Ohhhhhhhhhh. He pumped her snatch, jabbing at sodden pulp. The friction he managed had her hips snapping. He dug through her layers of squish, hooking his finger and exciting her with its jostle.
Supplementing her joy, he lowered his tongue to her clit for a charged lick. The combined sensations drove her wild.
Shannon didn't think she could take much more. Jason's face was unmovable. He bore down, sucking her pussy. His lips rippled over her cunt, swallowing her joy. He enclosed the quivering cheeks of her ass, keeping her stationed.
"I'm going to cum," she warned, shaking roughly.
Her announcement had no effect on Jason. His appetite for her snatch was insatiable, his grip nonnegotiable. She had no choice but to spasm in his face.
A delicious giddiness subdued Shannon. She contracted strongly against his mouth, fashioning her thighs around his unbudging head. Orgasm ravaged her body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she shrieked. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
There was no escape from that lashing tongue. He whipped diligently at her clit, amplifying her pleasure. When one seizure ebbed, the next began. He perpetuated her euphoria. He pursued the cadence of her love button, memorizing its frantic response and vigorously applying that knowledge.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
A chain of orgasms numbed Shannon. After elevating her hips to meet that fabulous tongue for several of them, she dropped weakly onto the seat. She couldn't handle another piercing convulsion.
Jason studied her glossy expression while unzipping himself. Shannon had yet to recover from that debilitating round. His stiff cock popped out and stretched above her sex-ravaged body. He stroked his bone-like dick. A bead of pre-cum emerged at the tip. He gauged putting that swollen thing into her wet pussy a challenge. Once he made contact with those siphoning cunt lips, the urge to shoot would be powerful.
Ignoring the call of that hungry snatch was not within his nature. Her thighs were open to him. She gazed up at him. Though depleted of energy, she invited him to fuck her with a slant of the eyes.
Jason held her legs apart while guiding his cock. He watched Shannon's mouth drop open and heard her extended gasp while driving himself into her cunt. He entered her slowly, savoring the penetration. He exhaled stale air through clenched teeth. "Jesus," he groaned. Her moist flesh grappled him. He pushed his hard dick into that encompassing warmth, stopping twice to relish its tight fit.
Shannon dug her fingers into his forearms. The enthusiasm to contain his throbbing bulk induced her to forfeit control. She lifted herself by the elbows and aimed her pussy at that burrowing monster. She threw her head back in splendor and crooned. "Oh, yeah. Fill me with it. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Jason sweltered as those clinging lips hid him. Shannon took him in her squeezing wrap. He speared through sodden tissue, letting it swallow his cock. The blessedness of enclosure ruptured his very core. "Oh, baby," he gasped, shoving himself down to the balls and relishing the strain she yielded on his trunk. "You're so tight. Your pussy is so tight."
Her cunt reinforced its grip more so when he began pumping it. Shannon moaned as that giant cock moved through her snatch. Jason's lumbering size accounted for the ticklish disturbance that arrested her. Ohhhhhhhh. She thrust with her pussy, enjoying his impalement. When that entire thing was submerged, she howled in bliss.
"Fuck me," she ordered. "Please, fuck me."
Delirious, Jason hammered her mound. Her soaked interior facilitated his incoherence. He plunged into her hot pussy, deriving total satisfaction. Her sob of encouragement drove him. She offered him hot, bonding comfort. "Ahhhhhhhhh. I love the way you feel around me. So warm and squishy. So snug. Yeah."
He seemed to grow even more erect in her snatch. Shannon whimpered. He buried that monster in her snatch. His balls were a slapping afterthought. His furious movement transported her, and warranted a flurry of delicious chills.
He puffed and sweated while fucking her. She dreamily considered his flushed expression while listening to the slick noises her cunt made. She tugged at the taut skin of his cock, forwarding his pleasure. The conflict between his pistoning dick and her saturated hole magnified his contortions.
Jason's eyes were intent on the pussy that grabbed his cock. They abruptly shifted to Shannon's lathered countenance. Sweat poured from her brow. His exertions caused her to labor. He scanned her sexy body, fighting off the urge to explode. He took in her rigid nipples, fascinated with the droplets that ran into her cleavage. Pearls dangled from those thick stubs. Shannon's tits quivered. Without hesitation, he reached for one and tweaked it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Shannon yelped, buckling. His pinch triggered her orgasm. She convulsed strongly around his cock, locking him into an embrace. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Jason slapped against that luscious force. Her pussy smacked him many times, providing a bubbling rush. He concentrated on that slippery catch, sliding energetically through its intoxicating coil. He fed his cock to that hungry receptacle. With each stroke, Shannon reacted with greater undulations.
"Oh, God," she cried out, receiving his pulsing member between her legs. "Ohhhhhh."
Jason seized her ankles and jammed his whole cock into her. Within seconds, he spewed. Hot cum jetted into her cunt. He groaned, jerking through those wildly clutching muscles, and discharged.
"Uggghhhhhh," he howled. "Uggghhhhhhh. Arrggggh. Uggghhhhhhhhh."
Ignorant of the rivulets that mired her chest, Jason collapsed on top of Shannon. His shirt absorbed her torrent of sweat.
Shannon caressed his back while he shuddered.