While dealing with the worst move in history, I’ve changed my mind about my next writing project at least a dozen times! The X-rated excerpt below is the beginning of an erotica–DEEP CICI DIVING–that just keeps “floating” to the top, so I thought I’d share it with Passionate Reads blog & see if I get a reaction one way or the other. (If you’re under eighteen, please skip on out of here now.)
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Dr. Cecilia Ryder controlled her outward physical reactions, but inside she was doing cartwheels around the penthouse office suite. The opportunity to be part of such an endeavor was incredible. It was also very nice to be assured that at the end of two years, the financial bonus would give her the freedom to do whatever she chose afterward. However, those were not the thoughts making her wet with desire.
Cici clenched her thighs and leaned slightly forward to show Barron Donaldson he’d piqued her interest. Among numerous other enterprises, he was the Chairman of the Board of the second largest pharmaceutical company in the world and, if she was correctly reading his expression, he believed this new project would earn them the top spot.
“Tell me….” As he responded to her husky command, she tucked a loose strand of dark auburn hair behind her ear, moistened her lips and noted how his gaze followed the movement then lingered on her mouth. She had no doubt his thoughts were flashing back to the evening they’d met. She certainly would never forget it.
A mutual acquaintance had arranged a private reception in their spacious home to celebrate the release of Donaldson’s autobiography. He was there to accept homage and sign copies of the book. She was there to meet him. Unlike other women, his towering stature, broad shoulders, sexy mustache and more salt-than-pepper hair hadn’t attracted her. Nor had his wealth turned her on. Brilliance and the power garnered from it was what pushed her horny button and, to her, Barron was a rock star among the genius crowd.
After fifteen minutes of conversational foreplay, she had seen a golden opportunity to act out a personal fantasy. Silencing the annoying voices of reason and professionalism, she had given in to her true nature, luring him away from his other admirers and into a powder room. She could still remember how his expression had gone from curious to surprise to ecstasy as she swiftly freed his cock and took it fully into her mouth. Within seconds, her skilled tongue and fingers had him fully erect. She had sucked that rigid cock until it pumped every last drop of his genius cum against the back of her throat. Having gotten so much more than what she anticipated, she had left the party before he exited the bathroom. She had never expected to see him again.
Yet, here she was, two years later, sitting on the other side of his executive desk, wondering if he was as hot as she was.
“When your assistant said you wanted to talk to me about something confidential…” She watched him restrain a chuckle and she smiled. “Well, to say the least, this is quite different from where my mind had gone. But let me just make sure I’ve got the big picture. Your company has built a totally self-sufficient research laboratory deep in the ocean, the location of which and all other details are very hush-hush. You’ve already contracted five scientists to spend two years down there and I would be the final member of the team. Have I got that much right?”
His fingers stroked his neatly trimmed, thick mustache. “Precisely.”
She suddenly wondered how that mustache would feel against her clit. Would it tickle or be distracting? “But I’m not a research scientist.”
Barron’s thoughts may have wandered down memory lane with hers but his expression suggested he was now back to business. “Due to the highly secretive research planned, it is our intention to keep the team as isolated as much as possible. No one else enters and no one leaves, unless there is a major emergency. Thus, we need a medical doctor to take care of the team’s physical well-being, from colds to minor surgery if needed.” He paused and lowered his voice. “Because of the isolated circumstances, we also want that doctor to have a strong psych background, keep track of their emotional stability, maybe act as peacekeeper if need be. Your previous work with the astronaut trainees is what put your name on the top of the list.”
She nodded her understanding. “Tell me something about the five scientists.”
His eyes brightened. “Once you sign on the dotted line, I’ll make sure you get their full files.”
Cici reached across the mahogany desk and stroked the back of one of his hands. “C’mon, Barron. Entice me with a few non-secret statistics. At least give me your off-the-record impressions of the scientists as people, and I’ll return the favor with a quick response.” She withdrew her hand and leaned back in the chair.
He flexed his hand, as though it still tingled from where she had touched him, then opened the top file on a stack to his left. “All right, vague statistics. It goes without saying, they are each at the top of their fields, lots of awards, that sort of thing. I don’t suppose it would hurt to give you a first name. I’ll start with Valentino, a computer geek with multiple engineering degrees. Besides his research projects, he’s the one responsible for keeping all the mechanical systems of the lab functioning. That includes life-support, so his job might be the most important of the group.”
“So it would be in everyone’s best interest to keep him happy. Okay, how about your personal impression?”
“Well, he seemed a bit…socially awkward. Mind you, I only met all of them briefly at the end of the selection process. But I do remember the one thing he considered interesting about himself—he’s a descendant of a Lakota Sioux Indian medicine man.”
He closed that folder and opened another. “The youngest of the group is Seth, a marine biologist, with a, uh, well-developed feminine side. Uses his appearance to announce what a non-conformist he is, but overall a nice guy, very passionate about his work.”
Cici leaned forward again. She was definitely feeling a hint of enticement.
“Then we have a nuclear physicist. His name is Austen but he made me think of Captain America. Brains and brawn combined in a very white-bread package.” He quickly flipped to the next file. “Kane is practically Austen’s opposite as far as appearance and demeanor go. If he was a comic book super-hero it would be more like Batman, you know, dark and mysterious. He’s a marine geologist. I honestly didn’t come away with much more for either of them.”
Cici couldn’t stop the unprofessional image that suddenly popped into her head. Being sandwiched between two very different yet equally sexy men was a fantasy she had never had the opportunity to fulfill. The picture expanded and she realized there were two other men joining the party in her head. “Four men?” she asked in a purposely flat voice to hide her building arousal.
“Five,” he corrected. “The last is Elliott, a marine biotechnologist with some very impressive accomplishments in the field of biomedical engineering. The pharmaceutical industry owes this man plenty, so we were very pleased he agreed to take the lead role in this project. He’s the old man of the group. Not that he’s old, mind you. He’s a little younger than me but he’s got at least a decade on you. On a personal note, I know he’s heir to a family fortune, but he’s mostly made his own way in life. My guess is he’d be the least of your problems, the sort everybody takes a liking to right away, very personable. A woman would probably say he’s charming.”
“I hope you’re right because you could also be describing a textbook sociopath.” She smiled to assure him she was kidding, while her mind went off on a totally different path.
Five men, all brilliant, each unique, and I’d be the only female, locked in with them for two years. Her memory of giving Barron Donaldson a blowjob in the midst of a party had gotten her warm but now there was a noticeable pulse building in her core. Her work with the astronauts was similar in a general way but the gender imbalance and long-term isolation of this team made it very different. There were numerous potential problems in such a scenario but the one that captured both her professional and personal interest was how their sexual needs would be handled. They may all be geniuses but that didn’t make them immune to getting horny. She couldn’t help but see the potential for a research project of her own.
“Just how isolated are we talking about here?”
“Confidentiality and the possibility of industrial espionage are major concerns. The team will be able to send and receive e-mails but all communications and internet activity will be closely monitored.”
She twisted her mouth to the side as she considered how to word her next question. “Understandable. Will the team be visually monitored as well?”
He gave a small shrug. “There will be constant video surveillance in the common areas and individual work areas, but not the private living quarters. The equipment was installed but all but one of the men vehemently objected so it was agreed not to activate those cameras.”
“Let me guess, the IT guy was the one who had no problem with it.”
Barron chuckled without verbally confirming her guess. “Okay, Cici. I gave you what you asked for. What’s your answer?”
She rose, walked around to his side and sat on the edge of the desk. Crossing one shapely leg over the other, she drew his attention to her strappy high heels and crimson-painted toenails. He cleared his throat but didn’t back away. “Before I answer, I need to know something else, something very personal.”
Barron’s gaze crawled from the toes not quite touching his knee, up her bare leg to where the hem of her skirt blocked his view of upper thigh. She took a slow deep breath and his gaze lifted to the swell of her full breasts and lingered there. He cleared his throat again. “Of course, whatever will, uh, help you make a decision in our favor.”
She watched him shift in his oversized leather chair and guessed at the physical discomfort she was causing. Uncrossing her legs, she kicked off her heels then slid one bare foot between his thighs. His response was to swivel his chair toward her and shift again, giving her enough room to stroke his growing bulge with her toes as she spoke. “Did our previous encounter have anything to do with my being selected?” His cock straightened beneath her toes and she stretched the bottom of her foot against it.
He closed his eyes for a moment before replying and, when he did, his voice was low and deep. “No. In fact I almost took your name off the list because of it.” He held her foot in place against his erection as he repositioned his chair to do some teasing of his own. Beginning at the ankle dangling beside his chair, his fingertips grazed their way up over her knee and beneath her skirt where they kneaded the flesh of her thigh, close but not nearly close enough. “If what happened between us was a common occurrence for you, it would suggest you lacked a sense of propriety and discretion, and obviously, you would not be the best choice for an assignment of this sort regardless of your qualifications.”
She rolled her foot over his shaft and made him inhale sharply. “But here I am,” she murmured.
He met her gaze and grinned. “Yes, you certainly are. Because I had you investigated.”
Her foot stilled. “And found out?”
The hand beneath her skirt crept an inch closer to its goal. “That you were extremely sexually active as an undergraduate, even experimental, but after that you became the epitome of professionalism and discretion, which, on paper suggests you simply matured. So you passed the background check, but I couldn’t help but wonder, why did the wild child come out to play with me after so many years of behaving properly?”
Cici wanted to give him a rational answer that would satisfy his curiosity but she could barely think past the awareness that his fingers were so close to her heat. Unable to continue the teasing game a moment longer, she tugged up her skirt, revealing her lack of panties and pressed his fingers against her very wet vagina. “This is the only explanation I have. This is what you, Barron Donaldson, do to me. I’ve been on the verge of a climax ever since I got your assistant’s call.” His thumb gently stroked her clitoris and she gasped.
“I am truly sorry you were misled about the purpose of this appointment. But I’d like to make it up to you…if you’ll permit me…” He pinched the swollen bud of nerves then went back to stroking it as he waited for her answer.
Already perched on the brink of coming, she could only nod her permission for him do anything he wanted. Seconds later she was on her back with her feet on the arms of his chair, her pussy perfectly poised for his attention.
He blew a puff of warm breath over her and her vagina contracted. “Now that certainly is a picture worth a thousand words.”
His head dipped down and she moaned as his tongue traced a line from her vagina to her pubic mound then back to her clit. When he sucked the little nub between his teeth, her hips pressed upward for more. But when he slipped two fingers into her creamy opening, she had to press her fist to her mouth to keep from screaming with pleasure.
Scissoring his fingers back and forth as they slid in and out of her body would have been exciting enough to take her over the edge but he doubled the sensation by continuing to work her clitoris with his tongue and teeth until her whole cunt, inside and out felt electrified. She was beyond ready to come but she was receiving too much pleasure to want it to end so quickly. For several minutes she managed to enjoy his expert handling without losing control.
Suddenly his mouth released its hold on her pussy only to gift her with an entirely new experience as he brushed his mustache back and forth and up and down over her clit. It tickled, aroused and agitated the already sensitized flesh all at the same time. Her intention to hold back the orgasm was lost in an instant and the rush of release swept over her in wave after wave of shivers.
When the delicious aftershocks subsided and she could breathe somewhat normally, she opened her eyes to see him grinning at her from between her legs.
He gave her clit a little flick and asked, “Am I forgiven?”
She sighed and gave him a slow smile as she stretched atop his desk then sat up. “Forgiven and then some. But I’d be perfectly happy to take care of the little problem I stirred up in your pants if—” She stopped in mid-reach as she saw his gaze dart toward a blinking light on his phone. He gave her a slow kiss that let her know their time was up even before he said the words.
“Sorry, Cici. As much as I would enjoy that, my assistant just signaled me a reminder that I have five minutes before my next meeting. At any rate, I believe I owed you this one.”
She laughed, slid off his desk and straightened her clothes. As she put her heels back on, she said, “Okay, we’re even. For now anyway.” She had her hand on the door knob before he stopped her.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He gave her a moment while she glanced at her purse and checked her earrings.
“I don’t think so. I never had panties on to begin with.”
He laughed out loud. “I meant your answer about the position on the team.”
“Yes, Barron,” she said, giving him a broad smile. “I’ll do it. Who knows, it could turn out to be fun.”
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