When Becca’s office rivalry heats up the gloves really come off – and all the other clothes too.
“Hold up, I want a word with you.”
A menacing male voice reverberated down the corridor followed by brisk, almost predatory footsteps. Becca rolled her eyes and thrust her tongue in her cheek as she spun round to face the confrontation. It was Ben, and he looked pissed off.
“Can I help you?” she cooed patronisingly, arms folded and a smug smile playing on her lips as he edged closer to her, his eyes bulging with rage.
“Erickson told me this morning that you bagged the Carlisle lead,” he bit, his chest heaving as he regained his breath.
“Ah…”
“Since when did you feel it your place to start muscling in on other people’s leads?” he interjected impatiently. “That was my fucking project, my fucking work – all three months of it. I was this close…” He inched his forefinger from his thumb “…this close to sealing that deal. I didn’t need you sweeping in there like the parasitical power-tripping little Hitler you are, taking all the credit. My God you really are a conniving little bitch.”
Becca examined his face. He looked like he wanted to kill her.
“It’s called comeuppance, Ben. I sent it special delivery to you; I’m so glad you received it all right,” she answered coldly.
“What the fuck are you on about?” he exclaimed through gritted teeth.
“Well I see that it’s perfectly acceptable for you do it to me and I’m supposed to either shut up or put up, but once you get a taste of what it’s really like to be screwed by somebody whose supposed to be on your own team, you start throwing a hissy-fit. It’s not cool, is it mate? But I figured something had to be done to make you realise that you aren’t the swaggering Johnny-Big-Balls you think you are. You’re a smug prick, Ben, and you needed to be brought down a peg or two. Face it, if I hadn’t done it, somebody else would’ve.” She threw her head back and almost laughed.
His face reddened as she inched forward so that her face was merely kissing distance from his own as she continued in a lowered tone, “Call yourself a salesman yet can’t handle a little of bit harmless insider competition? Huh! You surprise me mate, you really do – I thought you were bigger than that than that. But really – you’re actually quite spineless. If I were you, I’d severely question whether you’re even cut out for this job, wouldn’t you?”
She was about to give him a patronising little slap on his cheek before swivelling on her heels and marching down the corridor, but as she did, Ben snatched her raised arm tightly. His abrupt reaction surprised her and she gasped as she felt his clasp tighten further around her slender wrist, forcing her to move even closer and hold his gaze. His eyes, normally green, were virtually occluded by his dilated pupils, making him look menacing, even sadistic, yet strangely sexy.
For a moment, Becca was scared. She had aroused a beast – and she had no idea what he was going to do to her. His back to the window cast most of his face in shadow so that his expression was almost unreadable. When she felt herself forced to pace backwards into the toilet from which she’d come, she silently complied. Inside, Ben slammed the door shut, twisted the lock and pushed Becca up against it, eyes still locked on hers as if possessed. Their breathing had suddenly become laboured as the surrounding air around them grew sticky – or was it furious heat that was radiating from their bodies? She gasped as she felt his hips press viciously against her, the sheer obviousness of his arousal leaving a crisp visual imprint in her brain.
“You’ve been pissing me off deliberately to see how far you can push me, haven’t you?” he growled as he drew his face closer to her, his gaze dropping to her parted lips.
Becca raised an eyebrow, defiant yet provocative. “You love it really,” she taunted. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.”
Ben half smiled as he brushed his hand gently against her face, her lower lip, the pulsating throb of the skin on her neck and further still to the soft fullness of her breast.
“Comeuppance?” he sneered. “Oh you’re so going to get what’s coming to you”, as his mouth fell hungrily on hers. Becca immediately responded snaking her fingers around his neck and head, dishevelling his hair as she kissed him back with brutal fervour, their tongues now entwined in their own little fight. She moaned as his hands moved down to her hips, pulling her small waist closer to him as he slowly ground his pelvis against her; the large swell of his erection bruising against her stomach, a highly charged hint of the explosive exploration that was to come if only she would let him.
Half aware of her disdain for this arrogant man who, but half an hour ago, she had conspired to emasculate, Becca succumbed to his hungry touch revelling in the astounding effect she was having on his arousal. What am I doing, she thought to herself as she stood pliant and yielding under his touch. She hated this man – hated him! So why was her body betraying her? His every touch, his kiss, that predatory glint in his eye was simply intoxicating. She wanted to feel him consume her there and then – to ravage her against the door with lustful animal aggression.
Bracing herself against the door, Becca hitched the hem of her dress up to her waist and spread her legs apart as he continued to grind against her, shifting her hand to his groin so that she could feel the pulsating length of his shaft straining beneath the thin fabric of his trousers. Now it was his turn to gasp. So hot and desperate was he to bury himself into her that his cock was virtually springing out of the top of his trousers. She hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and freed him so that he was clasped – hot, heavy and hard – in her hands. Ben groaned as his mouth fell hungrily on hers again as she gripped his length, exploring his impressive girth and its pronounced arrow-like structure now pressed against her pelvis and oozing a silvery trail of pre-cum against her stomach.
He was now unbuttoning the front of her dress, while she worked shaky but nimble fingers on his shirt to expose the firm flesh of his chest. Tearing his mouth from hers, his lips slid down the long column of her neck until his mouth was on her breasts, teasing, licking and sucking her nipples until they stood firm, venturing further to take more of her silky mound into his mouth. Becca’s heart thundered in her ears as she struggled for her knees not to buckle beneath her from the heady excitement which wracked her body. He pushed her knickers down from her hips, letting the flimsy fabric fall limp at her ankles, and started to rub the pert swell of her clit. Becca gasped and clenched onto his broad shoulders as his touch grew firmer and his speed steadier before slipping his fingers into the moist crevice of her pussy.
“Oh God, fuck me!” she gasped as he hitched her thigh up high around his waist so that the head of his cock was pressed questioningly against her moistened entrance. For a moment he resisted the screaming urge to surge up into her, revelling in her desperate pleas to enter her now. But it was a battle he had no hope of winning.
His hand fumbled in his pocket as just managed to hold himself back long enough to rip open a condom and roll it on. Then, gripping his cock, he plunged into her with one controlled and powerful thrust of his hips. She gasped sharply. His penetration was deep; a throbbing hot invasion that was hard like iron yet as soft as velvet. Panting in tandem, she felt his hands shift to the firm swell of her buttocks as he welded himself further into her so that she was pinned hard and fast against the door. When she manoeuvred her leg higher against him so that her knee was virtually bruising her breast, he groaned out in pleasure. Becca’s mouth fell agape with the heightened intensity of their fused flesh. He was now even deeper inside her, a throbbing, explosive presence that made her bite hard on her lower lip as she fought her already ever-encroaching orgasm. He held her like that for a moment, heavy-lidded eyes drowsy from arousal locked on hers as he too fought the urge to explode into her there and then.
The feeling momentarily abated and his mouth was once more on hers as he part withdrew but only to drive his stiffened shaft hard up into her with an accentuated thrust, making her practically scream. He was certainly larger than any man she had ever been with. Each pounding, forward movement was like a delicious impalement that took her breath; the ramming force of his thrusts making her breasts violently jiggle. She bit into his shoulder and dug her nails into his back as she tried in vain to muffle her cries of sheer bliss. At first his thrusts were languid and exploratory – slipping his cock near out of her only to bury his length into her soft, enveloping wetness. Then, as if a switch had suddenly been flicked, the race was on.
He grunted loudly as he pummelled her against the door which banged and creaked in noisy symphony under the sheer energy of their frantic lovemaking. His rhythm was punishing, hungry, possessive; each erotic collision of their undulating hips creating noisy slaps and slides as his well-slicked cock ravaged her pussy. Moaning uncontrollably in pleasure, Becca closed her eyes trying her best to savour a moment too heavenly to last. It didn’t. Her climax came fierce, searing through every part of her body like an atomic explosion that made her shudder, convulse and contract endlessly to Ben’s now ever-more vigorous thrusts.
“Uhhh, I just want to flood you,” he groaned as she felt his cock jolt to release his simmering load. Now it was his turn to die the little death. Clasping at her hips as he frantically pumped, he roared in response to her cries of ecstatic abandon as he spilled his spunk.
Despite the intensity of her climax, Becca was far from satiated. Feeling his engorged flesh pulsate inside her from his explosive release reignited a brutal arousal in her which saw her pulling him back onto the toilet floor so that his weight was now on top of her, pinning her to the ground. He continued to push into her throughout his climax, nailing her aggressively to the floor at the same time as kissing her hungrily, his tongue darting between her lips in an erotic echo of the way he had then – and was now – penetrating her. He had flooded her for sure – the friction of his hammering cock was plunging the juices out of her, making her parted thighs slick from their erotic concoction. As she raised her hips to meet each searing thrust, she felt herself once again succumb to the ferocity of her climax, arching her back and pulling him into her further as she bucked and shuddered beneath him, squeezing and releasing his swollen length in a convulsion of seemingly endless contractions. Only when she was truly done did he stop. She collapsed beneath him, sweaty and spent, his own weight slumped on top of her in satiated exhaustion.
“That was fucking explosive,” he gasped as he eventually lifted his head from her heaving chest to look into her face. A satiated smile was on her lips as she brushed his fringe away from his eyes with her hand.
“You’re telling me,” she grinned breathlessly. “We should piss each other off more often. There’s nothing better than angry sex.”
