Sex Fantasy .. a sublime mix of rough & gentle

Sex Fantasy Chapter 1

Chapter One 

 Alex

Alex Hardy sat in his office looking out over the busy city as people swarmed around like ants in the concrete landscape below. His assistant, Simon poked his head around the door and said, 'they are ready for you now, Mr Hardy'.

'Oh, okay Simon, thanks, let's go,'Alex said, pushing himself up from the plush leather swivel chair behind his desk.

Alex Hardy was the type of man that naturally attracted attention for all the right reasons. He exuded a certain sort of charisma and when he spoke, everyone listened; he could definitely command a room. He was a tall imposing man, dark brown hair with deep set brown eyes along with the build and broad shoulders of a rugby player.

The Hardy Reynolds Advertising Agency was a very successful media business, specialising in content management, social media as well as the more main stream print; magazines and television. There were plenty of high profile clients on their books but they were always keen to pitch for new ones.

The agency was buzzing with life as he walked past the desks and seating areas through the sleek open plan office to the large boardroom at the back. He had a big presentation to attend today; his team had been working on a pitch for weeks and had put together something special in order to win the business of an important blue chip account. It was standard practice for one of the directors, usually Alex, to act as the client playing devil's advocate to help to hone the skills of the presenter as well as ensuring that the team had everything covered. As he sat watching the video and listening to the presenters, he decided that it was good, they had done a good job, professional, efficient compelling. Copy writing, graphics, marketing, social media , all the departments seemed to have pulled together on this one and this time he honestly could not find any flaws.

As everything concluded, Alex thanked everyone for their obvious hard work and told them he wanted ten minutes to digest everything and he would come back to the lead team with his comments soon.

It had been quite a long presentation and he had been tired today

Why was he so tired he wondered to himself.

Then he realised that he didn't get much sleep last night; holy shit the woman was insatiable. He grinned at the thought of Olivia on her knees in front of him licking his legs, licking his balls, sucking his cock. Blast, there it was again; the lust, the fire - he could feel his arousal begin again right down in his core. He ran his hand through his dark hair and chuckled softly to himself - feeling horny could feel so damned good. Maybe it was time to teach her the real meaning of marvellously rough and staggeringly gentle - an expression that Olivia frequently threw at him as the way that real lovers should be. He usually responded by simply saying careful what you wish for and she would just laugh.

But they had their moments;

Alex would push her against the wall and pin her arms over her head and trail his hands and fingers across her body, kissing and biting her neck – he drove her crazy and he knew it. She would always protest. But her sexy cries and the way she responded to him just fired him and pushed him further. He would throw her down on the bed and push her legs apart, feeling for her wetness with his fingers before just slamming his hard cock into her and pumping like a fast moving piston.

Then she would kiss him with her sweet mouth until her gentleness almost overwhelmed him and he would caress her tenderly, lovingly, moving slowly inside her, finding every spot, every nerve taking her right to the edge until she called his name in a blissful release.

A beep from his phone interrupted his thoughts and he picked it up to look at a text message.

It was a photo of her spread eagled, exposed, with a look of ecstasy on her face as her fingers disappeared into her glistening sex. There was a simple message - want to get marvellously rough and staggeringly gentle with me soon?

'Sweet Jesus, Olivia,' he muttered, feeling a stirring in his groin

'Problem Boss?' Simon, his assistant asked as he continued to tidy up the scattered paperwork and flip chart at the other end of the boardroom.

'No, no everything is fine. Something has come up,' Alex said without any irony. 'I've got to go out sooner than I had planned. Let them know that the presentation was fine will you Simon? I'll be here for a while. I have a few things to attend to before I leave so I'll see you later.'

Simon knew better than to ask Alex for any details like, what time he might be back or where was he going. His boss was a calm, decent man but he had a fiery temper and would 'not be interrogated' as he had called it by his own assistant. So Simon just used his own initiative and stayed quiet, but went on to manoeuvre Alex's appointments around where necessary.

As Alex walked back to his office, his mind went off on a tangent and he remembered how he had first met Olivia in the local pub, both there to indulge their mutual love of watching live music. She had managed to shoehorn her body into a seat at the long bar and he had managed to spill some of his beer over her whilst trying to find some bar leaning space. After an apology and a few minutes shouting incoherently at each other because of the loud music, they had agreed to talk further when the band took a break and it became possible to actually speak without shouting.

As they talked, he discovered that she was a junior college lecturer specialising in business management; confident, sassy, self opinionated and marginally arrogant. She was also, as far as he was concerned, unmistakably sexy with pale freckly skin, red hair and wonderful bright green eyes. Alex knew he wanted her right away and she seemed to like him too.

She refused to give him her phone number when he asked, claiming that she just didn't give out her number to every stranger that wanted it. 'Okay,' he said, 'I know how to solve this. Come to bed with me and then we won't be strangers anymore.'

That had at least made her laugh; 'Erm, an interesting offer but I don't think so,' she responded.

He persisted - he liked their banter, 'So you've got to tell me how I can become more than a stranger?' he asked sincerely.

She thought for a moment.'You could start by telling me your name,' she said.

He told her his name was Alex and then he went on to tell her more about himself – his likes and dislikes, music and so on.

She had still played a little hard to get but slowly he wore her down and once they began, they were just like fuel and matches. They clicked, they sparked and they fucked in every possible way, and the lust between them seemed to burn like a fire, so their sex was awesome. Sometimes they had dinner or met in that same pub and they would flirt and tease each other over a drink. They talked business and politics and touched on holidays, but their most favourite subject was sex. They talked about sex and fantasy, bucket lists and fucket lists and almost everything in between. He knew that she liked him to be dominant, which frankly was just as well because he didn't want it any other way, although there were those times when gentle sweet lovemaking was pretty bloody marvellous too - providing he still controlled the situation, he would be happy.