Wicked Games: An Erotica Novella

I heard Jason before I saw him.

“Yes that’s me and I’d kindly give you an autograph if you’d give me a minute alone to speak to Tempest Crew.”

I rounded the corner that led out of the mailroom to find him, and my supervisor leaning against the receptionist desk. Author Grant, my boss was the complete opposite in color as Jason, but damn near the same size and they were both redheads. Author often bragged about his days as a high school basketball phenom. At the moment I could hear him regaling Jason with a story of how he scored the winning basket at one of his games.

Jason stood by politely listening to him, with rapt attention. And I be damned if he didn’t look good doing it in one of those old school-style button up polo’s that looked like a sweater with a collar. It matched his grey, black striped slim fit Chinos. On his feet were all white Gucci sneakers.

“There she is.” Author greeted me. So busy checking out Jason I hadn’t realized my boss had noticed me.

Jason’s turned his head in my direction. His eyes caught mine and held them. We stared at each other as if under some kind of spell.

“I’ll let you two have the room.” Arthur said once he realized he was being ignored.

I looked away from Jason for just a second to watch him leave the office, taking the elevator down. When I turned my attention back to Jason, he was making his way over to me covering the fifty feet that separated us in a few wide legged steps. Instead of stopping in reaching distances, he kept coming forcing me back into the wall. Placing his hands on either side of my head he leaned down, meeting me at my height.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning. What are you doing here? “I replied.

Instead of answering he pulled me over into the empty hall that led to the bathrooms, where no one could see us if they walked in. He leaned down, his breathes blending with mine. Cradling my face in his palms he kissed me. Our tongues collided. His kiss was soft, scorching, and hard all at the same time. I tangled my fingers his hair, pulling him closer until we were molded together, until I was shamelessly rubbing against him and moaning into his mouth. It was Jason who pulled away leaving me panting. With my eyes closed I leaned my head back against the wall, trying to catch my breath while Jason fixed the mess he made. He wiped smeared lipstick from my lips with his thumb.

“Lean,” he urged, pulling my head forward. He then ran his fingers through my hair that he had just hours ago helped me straighten earlier, combing it all up into a ponytail. Then he wrapped a holder that he pulled from nowhere around it. When he was finished he rested my head back against the wall then his forehead met mine.

“Good morning again and to answer your question, I’m here to get what you owe me and I also have a surprise for you.”

I finally opened my eyes. “What I owe you?” I asked.

“Yes, what you owe me.”Jason pulled back to look me in the eyes, “you said last night, that if I let you go to sleep before midnight, you would give me a blow job first thing in the morning, before you went to work. I woke up and you were already gone, early. You owe me a blowjob.”

I chuckled, reaching between us I pushed him off me. “Go where you need to go, Jason. I’m not sucking your dick at work.”

He rebutted, “Oh yes you are.”  Then stared at me with his lips drawn in a thin line, Mischievousness danced n his eyes.

I shook my head. I’m not even entertaining you. I have to get back to work. I came in early because I wanted to leave early, I want to go shopping for my new place. You can’t make me suck you dick. I clucked my tongue and went to walk past him.

He captured my elbow, stopping me.

“I bet you I can and when you do, you owe me another at home tonight.”

I looked up at him “ok, I’ll bite. How are you going to make me?

He let me go, then he proceeded to unzip his pants. His dick peeked out.”

“What in the fuck Jason?”

I reached for him to zip him back up, he swiped my hand away.

You can either do the magical, marvelous things you do with your mouth like you promised me or I can call your boss back in here and ask him to give us a fifteen, or even thirty more minutes alone. I’ll chase you around the office until I catch you and then I’ll fuck you over your mail cart, hard and have you walking funny for the rest of the day and have him wondering what we were doing with those fifteen minutes.

My mouth gapped.

He knew he had me between a rock and a hard place. He did even wait for me to answer. He pressed on my shoulders, urging me to my knees. I didn’t put up much of a fight. The simple thought of doing it had me slick between my thighs

“Take my dick out,” he instructed.  Precum dripped from the tip like honey when I tugged it out. I slid my tongue out and twirled it over the mushroomed head, getting a taste of the salty sweetness. I continued kissing, sucking, and licking. Taking more time than I had to wrench gasp and moans from him. Finally, I drew the head into my mouth and proceeded to suck on it alone, leaving the rest his shaft deprived.

‘More, please,’ he grunted out and grabbed a hold of the back of my head.

I let him push my mouth down onto his dick, the girth stretching my jaw. Saliva ran past my lips, wetting the shaft. He took over, using my mouth like a pussy. Roughly and aggressively, he pushed in and out, then impossibly deep, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged. He groaned and sped up. I choked as his hands tightened in my hair.

“Fuck, baby, I need you to make me cum, Tempest.” he growled low. I breathed through my nose and squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs. I could tell he was close. His hips were losing their rhythm

His dick jerked and spasmed. I sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed.

He fucked my mouth at a desperate pace. His hand growing tighter in my hair

“Damn, Baby. I’m about to nut. You want it in your throat?”

I nodded. His dick swelled in my mouth. His thrust picked up. He kept fucking my mouth until I swallowed everything he gave me. As soon as he let my head go I jumped to my feet. I heard the elevator ding open and I started to panic. I knew my lip stick had been further smeared and my cheeks were probably stained with streaks of tears and mascara. I glared up at Jason.

Go, he gently shoved me towards the bathroom. I pivoted on my heel and rushed in the direction of it, aggravated with myself. I had to stop being weak in the knees for Jason ass.

When I came back Jason was once again chatting with my boss. Looking perfectly put together when I looked as if I’d obviously been doing something I shouldn’t have. My face was now bare instead of covered with light makeup and my lashes had been discarded.

“Here she is.” Jason was the first of the two men to spot me this time. I tried my hardest not to let the heat in my chest rise to my face. I didn’t turn pink or anything, but when I blushed it was obvious. I was grateful that my boss only raised an eyebrow in response to my changes instead of calling me on them. By the time I made it to them Jason was saying his goodbyes.

“Walk me to the elevator” he looked down at me.

I looked to my boss for confirmation. He nodded. Jason grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the double doors that led out to the elevators. Soon as we were out of sight, I reached over and shoved him. He pretended to stumble and laughed.

“Don’t do that anymore, Jason. Now I’m going to have to avoid him all week.”

“I’m sorry, but you promised.” he laughed as he pushed the down button on the elevator. Turning to face me, he gave me a look that I could not decipher and quite frankly didn’t want to. I wanted him to tell me how felt and what he was thinking. He reached me and pulled me into him. I melted against his hard frame as he leaned to hug me.

“I left you something at home on the bed, a surprise.” He spoke into my hair.

The elevator dinged open..

Jason stepped back into it, letting me go, but leaving his scent lingering.

The words at home bounced around in my head. I had been staying with Jason for a week since the NBA draft and in that short time, his house was starting to feel like home. He was starting to feel like home and that scared me. Which was why I was ready to move into my own space. I opened my mouth to ask him what the surprise was. I hated surprises. He interrupted..  “Remember we’re supposed to meet up with your sister tonight.”

My heart dropped.

I had completely forgotten.

He noticed my mood change “I’m sorry, Tempest. I promise after tonight we won’t have to deal with her any longer. Then he slid his hand into his pocket and back out. “I have something that’ll cheer you up though. Catch.” He underhand threw an object in my direction just as the elevator dinged shut. I fumbled, but caught it, I looked at the set of keys, well a fob with a single key. I knew one was a car key. I had already told him I didn’t feel right driving one of his expensive cars. I’d uber or catch a ride until mine was fixed.

My cellphone notification went off. I slid my hand into the pocket of my dress pants. There was a text from Jason Parking spot B13.

That was it, that was the message. Instead of going back to work like I should have and having his car towed back to his house, curiosity got the best of me.

I took the steps down to the garage to see which car he’d left behind, wondering if it was the Tesla. He really trusted me if he left the new Tesla.

When I pushed open the exit the first thing I saw was a big red bow, then the Black luxury Jeep it was tied around. My mouth fell open. It immediately clicked that Jason had bought me a car. My text notification went off again. I brought my phone up to read it.

Had the junk man pick your old car up from the mechanic and paid him to crush it. It wasn’t safe and a new set of brakes wasn’t going to make it so. The Jeep’s in your name, title in the glove compartment. You’ll have to sell it for a lot less than it’s worth to get rid of it, therefore wasting my money. You don’t want to waste my money do you, baby?

He ended then text with a wide mouthed smiley face. I frowned. What was I supposed to say to that? My eyes strayed from my phone back to the jeep. I needed a new car and I knew Jason wasn’t giving it to me with any ulterior motive. I texted him back thank you. He texted back right away.

“no tempestuous Tempest response? This is progress, I like it. Now get to work so you can be home on time.” I shoved my phone in my pocket told myself I would second guess my decision as I skipped my happy ass to my new car