Chapter 3
Alexis Randall, the chief legal counsel for Windsor Communications, was not the brain-vacant female she appeared. Though she possessed the body of a goddess, ravishing beauty and a playful disposition, Alexis was whip-sharp. Few details escaped Alexis's steel-trap mind.
Tom Lynch was keen to that quality about her. Proceeding with caution, he tried his level best to dazzle and win her over. The subject of the merger was not worn thin. He exercised care in stressing the doors it would open in terms of opportunity.
Alexis maintained a neutral position. She was open to improvement, but cautious about aligning the company with a power-hungry conglomerate. Getting absorbed into a monstrous entity and compromising its identity in the industry was not Windor's goal.
She was apprised of Lawton's mission, as well as its corporate structure. She felt relatively safe in entertaining a bid. Lawton's philosophies did not widely differ from Windsor's. Their business mix complemented one another. The wisdom of tying the two companies together made sense in her eyes.
And yet, she vacillated. An explanation was not forthcoming-at least, not that afternoon.
Tom concealed his dismay. In his mind, hope sprang eternal. The habitual finagler, he mapped out a different plan. His outlook was to an auxiliary route: Alexis made no secret of her yearning. Tom believed that worked in his favor. For some reason, she seem unduly attracted to him. Those sparkling blue eyes centered on him and radiated heat. He felt competent in swaying her in that domain. Although Tom did not have the face of a Greek god, he was invested with other qualities that would invariably delight her.
They were in transit from the office to the hotel when Alexis submitted her recommendation. "Why don't we stop for a drink?"
Tom brightened. That surely would buy him time. "Where do you suggest? The hotel has an excellent lounge."
"I was thinking of my place." Her southern lilt smacked of insinuation.
Tom grinned. The stage was set. "You have a bar?"
"Everything we'll need is there." Without faltering, she leaned over the seat to address the chauffeur. "Take us to my home."
Tom helplessly ogled that incredible body. Her tits filled that golf shirt so magnificently, he couldn't resist stealing glances. That slim waist and mouth-watering ass enthralled him.
Persuading her to choose Lawton Enterprises as Windsor Communications' mate would be a memorable event.
Alexis fixed a pitcher of martinis. Her bartender skills were commendable. Tom sipped his cocktail and found her amounts of gin and dry vermouth properly done.
"Perfect," he lauded.
Alexis slid her sumptuous body next to him on the love seat. They were in the family room of her spectacular showcase of a home. Antiques were used to great effect. She appeared to favor the Victorian age. Decorative lamps, carved wooden furniture and velvet drapery surrounded him. Alexis Randall was a woman of culture and style.
He hoped her sexual mores were more of the current period.
"You have a lovely place," he said.
"I furnished it myself." She crossed her long, flawless legs and brushed him with her foot. "As you can tell, I'm passionate about history. I guarantee that all items are genuine. I accept no imitations."
"I'm sure you don't." Those sensual lips dangerously neared him. A notion to slowly devour them simmered. The enticing perfume that wafted from her appetizing flesh nearly dissolved his every compunction.
Though Alexis flattered herself the formidable player, he was positive she could be controlled. Tom had handled some obstinate female executives in the past, and managed to influence them. Women, despite their intellect and cunning, honestly liked being ruled by men, he felt. They secretly respected those who took charge of the situation-though they were loathe to admit it.
Alexis was certainly no different. The sexual undercurrents were recognizable. Her soft, purring breath and the flare in her eyes supported that opinion. She was no stranger to those types of transactions.
A moment of silence ensued. Alexis peered into his eyes after sipping her martini. The vibrations she emitted were searing. Her lips glistened. Tom thought he spotted a flash of tongue licking that savory pink rim.
Carefully, she placed her glass on the baroque table beside the love seat. Those translucent spheres never left him. Her hand drifted to his thigh. His pulse accelerated. She applied a soft, thrilling caress that spanned a highly sensitive area. He breathed so roughly, his glasses almost fogged. He watched as those lips reached for him. Tom trembled as they brushed his mouth. They were so incredibly succulent, lust bolted to every extremity. Her faint murmur was a powerful stimulant.
Alexis was surprised by the potency of their kiss. She skimmed the bristly chin and strong bones of his face. His masculine scent drew her. The taste and texture of Tom started an avalanche of desire.
She moved aggressively up the length of his thigh and enclosed his crotch. Simultaneously, she inserted her tongue into his mouth. Tom was anxious to receive it. They became absorbed in a heart-stopping tangle, flicking their tips. While they orally toyed with one another, Alexis fondled his cock. Those magical fingers got him hard. Rapidly, they stroked his elongated shaft, tracking the hefty bulge in his pants.
Alexis detached her lips and gasped at the monstrosity she awakened. "Wow," she sighed. "Look at that."
Tom hemmed her hand with his own and urged her to palm him. "Do you like it?"
She massaged him. "Mmmmmmm. Yeah."
Elevating his hips, he pressed against her wriggling fingers. The shape of his dick left a sizzling imprint. Alexis murmured while touching it. She tugged at his inflamed member and lightly petted his balls. Her irregular breathing deepened. She grew more demanding in her manipulation.
"Take it out," he hoarsely instructed. His cock tingled wildly in his pants. He wanted to experience her delicacy without the barriers of material. He craved the feel of skin, mouth and cunt.
Alexis unfastened his belt, popped his top button and unzipped him in record time. She zeroed in on his tall, fat cock. The sight of it stretching the front of his cotton briefs nearly sent her into palpitations.
"Jesus," she gasped. "You're huge."
Tom knew he had a big one. Ecstasy was knit into her features. The prospect of handling a man of his proportions brought color to her cheeks.
She displayed signs he'd seen before in other women who happened to check his equipment. Her arousal was plain. Tom loved it when ballbusters had their resolve slashed by the size of his cock.
Of course, she wanted it-they all did.
Alexis grabbed him by the stem, then streamed up to his heavy knob. She thumbed its jutting rim. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I can't seem to curb myself. I never had one like this." Without skipping a beat, she pursed her lips and gave that bloated crown a wet kiss.
"Go easy," he warned, throbbing in her fist. That sudden gesture just about induced him to cum. Her moist token of lust set his cock atwitter. "You've got me worked up."
She pumped him, watching his dick curve into full-fledged rigidity. "Mmmmmmmm. I sure have."
He slumped against the pillows, exposed to her sweetly wrenching grip. Alexis's engrossment nearly stirred him to the brink of orgasm. Her hot, wanting breath filtered over his exposed flesh. She toyed with it for a long moment, stroking his shaft in wonder. Her thumb revolved about the tip, prying at the slit.
Tom watched as she slid to her knees, still clasping his swollen cock. She rubbed the hot organ against her cheeks, delighting at the feel of his manly outgrowth against her skin. After another light kiss, she let out her tongue and traced the map of veins. Her butterfly tip descended to his balls, which she thoroughly lashed.
Tom groaned. Those salivary whips hurled him to oblivion. He clenched the side of the love seat until his knuckles turned white. Jesus! Getting his balls lapped roused his cock to a painful stand. The urge to grab her head and stuff himself inside her mouth blared. He viewed those lips as an outlet-a release valve for the pressure building inside him.
Alexis suddenly stopped. She flipped her abundant blonde locks over her shoulder. "Let's go to my room, where we can get more comfortable," she huskily proposed.
Tom readily agreed. The hard love seat was by no means comfortable. No sooner had he risen to his feet, but Alexis snared his erect cock. She led him by hand up the stairs.
He pulsated in her silken clasp. His eyes were riveted to her dainty fingers and their stirring motion. The gyrations of that sensational ass also contributed to the spring in his step. Pleased with her possessive air, he followed. By the time he returned to the hotel, she would be his little slave.
They entered a cavernous room with a four-poster, canopied bed. The ornate carvings in the wood exemplified her love for the Gothic Revival. Her vanity was a complicated piece with a beveled mirror.
Alexis began undressing him. She loosened the buttons of his shirt, then combed through the coarse hair matting his chest. Her contented mewl was seductive music. Her luxuriant fingertips trailed down his stomach and circled his navel before settling on his belt. Her lips curved in satisfaction. "Mmmmmmmmmmm. It's going to be so good."
Tom had no doubt of that being true.
Alexis's toes would have a permanent kink prior to his finishing with her.
She yanked his golf shorts over his hips. His stiff cock bridged to her face. She gave it a playful lick while he stepped out of them. Her hands streamed up and down his hair-rough thighs after his socks were removed. She squeezed the firm sinew. "Mmmmmmmmm. You're nicely built."
Tom groaned from the steamy ventilation of her breath. He couldn't wait to return the compliment. He was anxious to see her tits, and that fur-lined snatch.
Tom reached for her, but she retreated from his grasp. "Get on the bed," she ordered.
He swallowed his disappointment. Since the moment she groped him, he ached to touch her. That sexy body of hers was agonizing to watch. Keeping in mind he had to play the game by her rules, he obeyed.
Seconds after he slid on his back, Alexis climbed on him. Straddling his lap fully clothed, she peered intently in his eyes. Those sweet lips of hers grazed him. She dipped her tongue into his mouth for a mind-numbing kiss. Tom responded heatedly, surrounding her with his arms. His unhappiness quickly dissipated.
"Do you trust me?" she whispered.
He grinned. "Sure."
"Can I handcuff you?"
Her request stunned him. Alexis didn't strike him as someone who subscribed to bondage. "Handcuff me?" he repeated, as though distrusting his hearing.
She nodded. "I really want to."
Without the use of his hands, he would be deprived of savoring her lush body. The prospect of incapacitation dampened his desire.
In all the women he'd taken to bed, none had wanted that. Alexis, however, seemed too gentle and simple a person for him to be concerned. To a degree, physical restraint sketched a stimulating scenario. Despite the securing of his wrists, there would be no question as to who was boss.
One thing was certain: he'd make her slip on the handcuffs for their second round-and she'd continue to wear them until he was through.
He held up his hands with a grin. "Go ahead."
She was like a cat with a dish of cream when guiding each of his wrists to the headboard. A pair of handcuffs waited at each station, attached to the posts. Beaming, she clicked them in place. While doing so, her tits hung in his face. The temptation to mouth them was strong.
Alexis did not stop there. After concluding with his wrists, she whirled about and manacled his ankles to the posts as well.
Alexis Randall was an eccentric lady, he determined.
As though to compensate for his submission, Alex performed an electrifying striptease. Her dainty fingers floated across the buttons of her golf shirt, expertly releasing them. The sight of her bra stirred him. The elevated cups containing those delightful mounds of flesh left his throat dry. Her bra flew off and the eye-popping fullness of those tits exploded with an experienced twist. Tom stared at those ripe nipples, screaming for his mouth. He dug the heels of his feet into the bedding, tormented by their inflamed appearance.
"Don't they look good?" she murmured.
He nodded.
Framing them with her hands, she brought the two nipples together and delivered them to his face. Tom's Adam's apple rippled as those fleshy stubs neared him. He let out his tongue, barely making contact. The essence of her warm flesh enveloped him. Mmmmmmmmm. He trembled, reaching for more of that tasty nub. Alexis wasn't as generous. She pulled back, denying him its succulence.
Kneeling between his legs, she proceeded to shed more of her clothing. Tom thought her body sensational. He drooled at the sight of her ass as she rid herself of the golf shorts. The panties she wore were provocative. The upper portions of her thighs, in tandem with her shapely butt cheeks, could have precipitated cardiac arrest. She hooked the elastic rim with her thumbs, then slid the panties lazily over her hips. Alexis's blonde thatch glared insolently at him. He swallowed roughly, digesting its perfection.
Tom prayed that she would sit on his face. He yearned to give her oral pleasure. Sinking his tongue into that gorgeous pussy would be equivalent to paradise.
"What are you thinking?" she inquired with a smirk.
He grinned. "Guess."
She glanced down at her voluptuous figure and centered on her blonde nest. Mischievously, she spread the thick, moist lips with her fingers, then crawled to his face. "Is this what you want?"
He extended his tongue, straining for that coveted prize. He dabbed one side of her juicy flap, collecting redolent honey. His cock went totally rigid as he savored that mouthful of Alexis. He groaned, running the cream along the inside of his cheeks before downing it. Mmmmmmmmmm. His second attempt, unfortunately, was thwarted. Alexis backed off fast.
"Steady," she said. "Don't overexcite yourself. I want to see staying power."
"You'll get staying power, I promise," he muttered.
She shook her head. "Not for what I have in mind." She snatched his cock and jerked it. "I envy Shannon. She probably can't get enough of this thing."
"She hasn't had it at all," he uttered without thinking. Her invigorating stroke got the better of him.
Alexis giggled. "That's my identical situation with Jason. I've been after him for years, but he won't give in. I'll bet your partner has better luck getting him in the sack."
Envisioning Shannon in bed with Jason Hammer did not bode well with Tom. He rejected all thought of it. He sincerely hoped the president of Windsor Communications didn't succumb to her bold passes.
Tom perversely did not equate his being in the feathers with Alexis as improper. She had initiated sex-not him. "Don't worry about her stealing the spotlight-Jason won't act on a thing without referring to me. He always solicits my input."
She watched the lines of tension gather in his face while she massaged his cock. His heavy pulsations told her that if she continued to pump him in that fashion, he'd cum.
Alexis stretched her sexy body to open a drawer beside the bed. A tube of cream was fetched. "Are you man enough for some real fun?"
He couldn't answer. Her wonderful kneading robbed him of speech. Instead, he croaked and throbbed in her clutch.
She unscrewed the cap, then squeezed a generous amount of K-Y on his dick. "Mmmmm. Real men like a tight fit."
The greasy substance was extensively spread. Unable to contain his excitement, he lifted himself from bed and started fucking her fist. He gasped as he slid through that stirring compression.
"Pretty anxious, huh," she teased. "Let's see how much you can take."
Alexis positioned herself so that he had an unbarred perspective of her ass. She fanned her buns for his individual viewing pleasure. Gyrating her hips, she intensified his desire.
Tom saw her squeeze a healthy glob of cream on her finger, then guide it to her asshole. Oh, Christ. Witnessing her digit enter her rectum was sheer torture.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, coating her butt hole.
Tom experienced a strong quiver deep in his groin. Alexis was a lot hotter than he bargained for. The thought of fucking those nice little buns produced a surge of adrenaline.
Alexis's finger yawned in and out of her dark opening. She bit her bottom lip, stifling her gasp. "Have you ever wanted to fuck Shannon?" she asked.
The spoken name of his rival at the feverish midpoint occasioned an agonizing twitch in his cock. Tom was reminded of the previous night, in which masturbation became compulsory while listening to her heightening sobs. "Shannon? What makes you ask?"
"She's an attractive girl," Alexis professed. Her digit continued to lubricate her rectum. "I wouldn't mind spending some private time with her."
Was there no cap on Alexis's lust? "You've been with women?"
"Sure. They can be almost as much fun." Alexis dislodged her finger, then nabbed his cock. "These give the best thrill. There's nothing like a stiff one."
The handcuffs scratched his wrists as he involuntarily pivoted. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Alexis's electrifying stroke plucked the wind from his sails. He arched his back and dug his heels into the mattress.
"You like that, huh?" The oils in her palm served as an excitant.
"Jesus," he puffed.
Arranging herself on her side, Alexis pushed that greased ass toward him. The stout head of his cock slid in her crack. Gliding along that slippery track heightened his pulsations. Trembling, he neared that wrinkled target.
"Would Shannon let you do this?" she teased. "Does she take it in the ass?"
Tom couldn't answer. His vocal cords were frozen. Her habit of interjecting Shannon Price at a pivotal moment rocked his senses. He didn't want to think about her while his dick got stuck into a mouth-watering ass.
She closed the distance between him and that slick hole, shifting her buttocks. His bloated crown pierced her rectum.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Alexis cried, then worked her hips.
Tom struggled with the cuffs while those buns began absorbing him. The pressure she exerted upon him made him groan and sweat.
Her escalating whine rebounded off the walls. "Oh, yeah," she panted, wiggling and cramming him into that tight space. "Bury yourself in my ass."
"Jesus," Tom gulped as those taut buns sank over his cock. Air hissed through his clenched teeth. "Christ Almighty-"
Alexis slammed her butt at him. "Yeah. Give me that thing. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
The sound of her convulsive breathing challenged his ability to postpone orgasm. He thought he was going to explode in that clutching asshole. It snapped him up in large sections, smothering every nerve. He tossed on his back, unable to take control.
Alexis, steadying herself, caressed his woolen thigh. She molded her ass to him. The continuous bump of those shaking cheeks left him hoarse. He moved through agonizing constriction.
"Fuck me," she commanded, squirming. "Fuck me."
The handcuffs severely restricted his acting on that instruction. He ground his heels into the bed and jabbed into her butt. She squealed in joy, taking him deep. He effected an unvarying pump until his manacles became a deterrent.
Alexis picked up the slack. She stuffed him into her ass with a spirited shove. The descent of his bone-like thing made her moan. Breathlessly, she humped it, gyrating her hips and whacking his balls. Her furious development caused the bed to rock.
Tom was thrown into a swelter. Her asshole milked his cock like a well-trained machine. He gasped at its onslaught. She dragged out the pleasure summoned by that frantic rump. He pulsated in her oiled confines. His balls ached; he thought if orgasm didn't occur shortly, they would rupture.
Alexis whipped his senses to a boil when her hand gravitated to her pussy. He watched her put a finger over her clit and jiggle like mad. Having her body connected to him, he experienced her wild vibrations.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, swaying seductively. She plucked at her love button. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah." Her other hand continued to run up and down Tom's hair-rough thigh. Her fingers tickled their coarse texture. Simultaneously, her hungry asshole devoured his cock with each lurch.
Being attached to Alexis while she played with herself fired Tom's passion. His balls churned ferociously. Staying parked in her ass was excruciating. The walls of her butt crushed him. He jerked through them, concentrating on her dreamy expression. The scent of cunt pinched his nostrils. He heard those wet, stirring sounds from between her legs, then pushed his cock so far into her ass, his balls smarted.
Alexis shuddered. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh." Her spasmodic motion launched his orgasm.
"Uggghhh," he growled, pouring everything he had into her bowels. He discharged heavily into those tight buns. "Uggghhhh. Uggghhhhh. Ugggghhhhhhhh."
He pulled at the cuffs that restrained him, thrashing on his back. Alexis twisted and squealed, keeping herself impaled.
At the pinnacle of ecstasy, a picture of Shannon entered his mind. In that whirring second, he imagined it was her ass he injected with cum. Ugggggghhhhhh.
That nearly knocked him cold.