Porter, Page 9

  “I’m okay.”

  “Are you sore?”

  “Yes, but in a good way.”

  My chest swells a little knowing that I’m the one who fucked her sore. And took her virginity. It’s mine. I own it forever.

  “I don’t think we have to wait to see each other again, but I do think we need to be smarter about it.”

  “Agreed.”

  “I want you to stay with me Friday night. Could you work out using your visit to Tuscaloosa as an alibi?”

  “It’s a possibility.”

  “Stout has asked me to help him move on Saturday. He wants me there around eleven. We’d get to spend the morning together too.”

  “That would be good. Maybe we could sleep in a little.”

  “We’ll need to sleep in after I finish doing everything I have planned for you.”

  “If whatever you’re planning is going to result in an orgasm like the one you gave me today then count me in.” She sucks her bottom lip. “Mmm… I’m still thinking about that.”

  This girl has no idea how good I’m going to make her feel. “You’ll have one orgasm right after another. You’re going to beg me to stop because you can’t take any more.”

  “How in the world am I supposed to function all week with a promise like that?”

  “You’ll need to find time to sneak away with me so I can get you by until Friday.”

  “You sound like my drug dealer.”

  “Not your drug dealer. Your drug.”

  I can tell Frankee that I’m her drug, but I already know it’s bullshit.

  I’m the one who wants her. I’m the one who needs her. I’m the one who craves her.

  One fuck and I can feel her becoming my addiction.

  One hit. Isn’t that how all addictions begin?

  As per every other morning, I find a white chocolate mocha waiting for me on my desk. This morning there’s a chocolate croissant accompanying it. “Best boss ever.”

  My mocha, croissant, and I trek down the hall to Porter’s office. “Mind if I have breakfast in here with you?”

  “I’d love that.”

  I hold up the croissant. “You spoil me.”

  “Because it’s such a beautiful thing to see you smile.”

  The corners of my mouth curl upward.

  “See? There it is. That smile makes my day.”

  I wonder if he knows that hearing him say things like that to me makes my year. “Then it’s too easy to make your day.”

  “It’s too easy to make you feel spoiled.”

  “That’s what you get with a girl who grew up with so little. I’m easily impressed.”

  “I’m about to spoil you big time.”

  “Ooh… I can’t wait to hear this.”

  “I got an email from the Austin Graphic Expo, and there are more openings available. I want to take you.”

  Going to an expo as big as Austin’s is like a dream to me. “Porter… I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say you’ll go with me.”

  His eyes are pleading for me to say yes. Does he really think I’d consider turning down this kind of opportunity? “Of course I’ll go with you.”

  “Is this going to be okay with your parents? That you’re going out of town with your boss for four days?”

  Porter has a point. My mom and dad might think it’s completely inappropriate for me to travel with Porter.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Would you like me to handle talking to Scott?”

  I doubt I could bring it up to my dad and not turn a bright shade of red. “I think it would come off more professionally if you handled it.”

  “You’re okay with me fudging the truth a little?”

  “I believe we’re already doing that a little every day.”

  “As long as we’re fudging the truth, I might as well tell you about an important decision I’ve made.”

  “Concerning?”

  “Your internship. You’re my intern, and I’ve given you too much responsibility. You need more supervision.”

  My heart sinks; I thought Porter was pleased with my work. He told me he was. Has he been lying to make me happy? “You don’t think I’m doing a good job?”

  “You’re doing a wonderful job. And I’d like you to continue doing a wonderful job under closer supervision. It’s difficult to do that when you’re in a room down the hall. I want to relocate your workspace in my office.”

  I see where he’s going with this now. “You want me at your disposal.”

  “Yes. I want you at my disposal. We don’t have that long together before you leave. I’d like to enjoy you as much as possible.”

  This could cause problems with some people. “And what do you think everyone is going to say about your moving me into your office?”

  “You’re doing very important work for Lovibond. Labels. The website. Merchandise. No one is going to question me for wanting to make sure you’re doing a stellar job on key elements that drive the success of this company.”

  “I’m your intern. It isn’t my job to question your decisions.”

  “I’ll move your things over this weekend. When you return on Monday, you can expect to be relocated in here with me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Something else… we have an appointment at six on Friday. Can you manage to pull off not going home after work?”

  An appointment? “Sure. Do you mean we have a reservation?”

  “No. It’s an appointment.”

  I’m stumped. “Where? And for what?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  No way he’s putting that kind of information out there and then not telling me what it means. “I’m going to be crazy by Friday wondering what in the world we’re doing.”

  Porter puts his palms together and wiggles his fingers. “Hmm… whatever could it be?”

  “You’re so mean.”

  His eyes move to the door and widen. “Scott…”

  Shit. I hope he didn’t hear any part of our conversation.

  I twist in my seat. “Hey Daddy.”

  Dad enters the office and holds up my pink lunch bag. “You forgot your lunch.”

  “Thank you. I would have been missing that in a few hours.” Or maybe not, depending on Porter’s lunch plans for today. I could stand a little more of what was on the menu yesterday.

  “I’m glad you came by, Scott. I was just discussing something with Frankee. Lovibond has two spots reserved at the Austin Graphic Expo. I thought I’d have a full-time assistant when I made the booking a year ago. Lovibond will have to eat the registration fee if I don’t bring a second person. I’d like to take Frankee. Of course, Lovibond will cover all of her expenses.”

  Scott looks at his daughter. “Sounds like a wonderful opportunity.”

  “It is. Attendance at this expo will look good on my resume. And I won’t be out any money. It’s a free trip.”

  “When is it?”

  “In a few weeks.”

  “That’s very generous of you to offer Frankee this kind of opportunity. I appreciate that, and I know my wife will too.”

  “It’s my pleasure.”

  It won’t only be Porter’s pleasure. It’ll be mine too. Four days with that magic mouth of his. I’ll definitely be spoiled rotten after that.

  It’s Friday afternoon and all of the brewery employees have left. Even my dad. “What’s the plan?”

  “I was thinking the first thing we’d do is take your car to my building’s parking garage, and you’ll ride with me to the appointment.”

  He’s killing me. “Still not going to tell me what the appointment is for?”

  “Nope.”

  We drive to Porter’s garage, and I park my car and climb into his truck. I slide across the bench seat and grasp his face, kissing him hard.

  “Mmm… that is a great way to start this weekend.”

  I wink at him. “This is just the start. Wait until you see what I have for you later.”<
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  “Well now I’m curious as fuck.”

  That’s my intention. “Sort of like me and this appointment you won’t tell me about.”

  “Fair point.”

  “Still not going to tell me?”

  “You’ll know soon enough.”

  I’m surprised when I see our final destination. “A tattoo studio?”

  “The appointment is for new ink, but that’s not the surprise.”

  What in the world is going on? “I’m confused.”

  “I know, but you won’t be for much longer.”

  Porter does the handshake-bro-hug thing with one of the artists. “Hey, Josiah. This is Frankee.”

  “Ah, Frankee, our artist. Nice to meet you.”

  Our artist? What does that mean? “Nice to meet you too.”

  I follow Porter and Josiah into a room at the back. “All we need to do is prep the skin. I’ve got everything ready to go.”

  Porter takes off his T-shirt and the smell of antiseptic invades my nose when Josiah rubs his arm. “I bet this is the last place you expected me to bring you.”

  “This definitely was not on my list of possibilities.”

  Josiah looks at me and then back at Porter. “She doesn't know what you're getting?”

  “No.”

  My eyes bounce between the two of them. “What are you having done?”

  “I’m about to show you.”

  Josiah lifts the transfer paper from Porter’s arm. And I nearly shit my pants. “That's my design.”

  “I stumbled upon it by accident. I was looking for some paper and found your sketchbook. I flipped through and saw your design and immediately knew I wanted to add it.”

  Oh. My. God.

  That’s… I can’t even find the words to describe what that is.

  “I can't believe you're inking my design on your body.” Permanently. Like forever.

  “Why wouldn't I? It's terrific artwork. And I’ll think of you every time I look at it.”

  Exactly.

  Fuck. I can’t believe how badly I want to crawl on top of him right now. Naked.

  I can’t wait to get back to his condo.

  I'm amazed as I watch my design become ink on Porter’s skin. It’s a part of me that will forever be a part of him.

  And it's hot as fuck.

  The appointment ran long so it’s going on ten by the time we eat and make it back to his place. Sitting for three hours at the tattoo studio gave me time to rest for all the things we’re going to do tonight.

  Porter wastes no time pulling me into his arms. “I believe I was promised some sort of surprise. Is that still on the agenda?”

  “Oh, it's definitely on the agenda. Plus-some, after what you just did. But I need a minute to get ready.”

  He places a sweet kiss on my mouth. “Don’t take too long. It’s been four days. I’m eager to have you.”

  Something prevented us from sneaking away together every day this week. It’s like we just weren’t destined to be together again until tonight.

  “I won’t be long.”

  I was feeling extra naughty when I ordered this lingerie set—crotchless panties and an open-cup bra. He won’t be expecting anything like this tonight.

  I take my hair down and shake it. It’s falling in pretty curls on its own after being twisted all day so I don’t mess with it too much.

  I squirt myself with a small amount of the body spray Porter loves before slipping into the black straps of fabric. It’s like wearing nothing except for the satin bow over my butt.

  Everything is on display. Nothing is hidden. My boobs are protruding through the open cups of my bra. My labial lips are poking through the hole of my crotchless panties.

  I am about to blow his mind.

  Porter, wearing only his boxer briefs, is sitting on the side of the bed when I come out of the bathroom. His eyes widen with every step I take. “Damn, girl. What the fuck are you wearing?”

  His reaction makes me feel a little naughtier.

  “What? You’ve never seen a girl in her bra and panties before?” I cup my breasts on the underside and push them upward. “Do you like it?”

  “Like isn’t in my vocabulary to describe how I feel about that. I love it.” His eyes are locked on my panties. “What is going on down there?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe you should do a little exploring and find out.”

  “Come to me.”

  Porter stands and I cross the room, stopping when I reach him. Ozzy Ozborne’s ‘Mama I'm Comin' Home’ is playing. Another song I wouldn’t have chosen but it’s perfect. “I think your choice in bedroom music is more eclectic than mine.”

  “I’ve spent all week thinking about eating your pussy and fucking you to this song.”

  I touch my fingers to his lips. “This mouth. Both filthy and magical.”

  Porter sucks my fingers into his mouth and releases them while turning us around. “Lie down.”

  His thumbs dip into his waistband. He pushes his underwear down as I sit on the bed and scoot back, making room for him between my legs. My knees are pressed together and I watch his facial expression transform when I let them fall apart.

  He climbs on to the bed and kneels between my legs with his laced fingers cupped on top of his head. His eyes are locked on the missing crotch of my panties. “Fuck, Frankee… just… fuck. I wasn’t expecting anything like this tonight.”

  Moving to all fours, Porter crawls upward and lowers his body on top of me. His lips press to mine and he sucks at my bottom lip. I’ve decided that’s his thing. “No one has ever worn anything like this for me. You can’t imagine how much I love it.”

  “I’m glad; I want you to love it.”

  Porter kisses me, and it’s super sweet and romantic, but it’s short-lived. He’s eager to explore my body in this new lingerie. Which is fine. I want him to have fun with it. That’s why I chose it.

  His first stop on the new sexual playground is to play with my boobs poking through the holes of the missing bra cups. “This is a work of art in itself. I’m going to have all kinds of fun.”

  “I thought you might enjoy it.”

  I use my fingers to play with the top of his hair while he licks and sucks and squeezes my nipples and boobs. He gives my breast one last kiss and his mouth moves in a southern direction, feathering kisses over my tattoo, ribs, and stomach on his way down.

  He kisses my inner thighs a few times and sits back on his heels before pushing my legs apart until they’re spread wide. He presses his finger to the black triangle over my mound and drags his fingers down, touching my bare flesh. He uses fingers from both hands to spread the two tiny strips of fabric apart. “These are porno panties.”

  “You don’t wear these unless you’re expecting to be well-fucked.”

  Porter rubs my wet center. “You have the perfect pussy. I love everything about it, and I want it all to myself. I don’t want anyone else to have it.”

  “No one else is having it. Only you.”

  Porter lies down on his stomach and puts his face between my legs. I can’t not moan when his tongue licks me the first time. “I can promise you that no one else is getting near my pussy as long as I have your magic mouth going down on me.”

  His arms wrap around my legs and spread me apart, exposing the sensitive nub. He alternates circling it with the tip of his tongue and licking it with the soft, fleshy center. I can’t decide which feels better. Good thing I don’t have to choose.

  He stops and uses his fingertips to rub the flesh at the top of my slit, giving his mouth a rest I think. He’s been down there licking and sucking for a while.

  Doesn’t matter. His fingers are magical too.

  And they’re about to make me come.

  “Please keep doing that.”

  “You like that, do ‘ya?”

  “Yes. Feels so good.”

  His fingers move in a side to side motion, gradually pressing harder and moving faster. The pleasure builds u
ntil my pelvis jolts with the first contraction, and this unexpected squeal-squawk-moan leaves my mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. I want you to come hard for me.”

  There’s a succession of rhythmic pleasure pulsations deep in my groin followed by what I can only describe as warm relaxation in my arms and legs and face. It’s as though Porter has injected a huge dose of euphoria into my veins, and it’s spreading throughout my body. There’s nothing else in this world like it.

  I can see how this feeling might become addicting.

  He crawls up my body, kissing everything his mouth comes in contact with along the way. “Your body is so responsive to my touch.”

  He stops when his face is hovering above mine and I place my palms on his cheeks, rubbing one of them with my thumb. “That’s because my body likes you very much. And so do I.”

  He kisses the tip of my nose, and it feels more intimate than any of the passionate mouth kisses we’ve shared. “I like you too.”

  This is a brand-new relationship—so new I’m not sure it even qualifies as being called a relationship. Doesn’t matter what name you give it. “I like everything happening between us. Especially the orgasms.”

  “That was just the first of many I’m going to give you tonight.”

  “I’ve had mine. I think you’re up next.” I push Porter’s shoulders and he rolls to his back.

  “You’ll get no argument out of me.” He laces his fingers and cups them behind his head. “Do what you gotta do.”

  What does he want me to do? Suck him off? I bet so. But there’s one surefire way to know. “Do you want your cock in my mouth?”

  “Yeah, I’d love nothing more than to watch your pretty pink lips slide up and down my cock.”

  I’m no expert at this, but I researched blowjobs a lot this week since I figured I’d be doing it for the first time. I like to excel at everything I do. I won’t be a mediocre blower.

  Porter pushes a doubled pillow under his head, getting into position to watch me suck his dick. It’s hot as hell to know he’s going to watch me. I want this to be the blowjob of a lifetime. When I finish, I want him to know he’s never been sucked off so good.

  I don’t want this to be only about his dick. Yes, it’s important, but I want this to be a whole-body experience for him. One he’ll remember for a long, long time.