Free Substitute by Isobel Rey Page B

shook his head, as if the act of shaking it would make all the pieces fall in the right place.
    ‘We – he was … I …’
    Richard stepped in to help. ‘Tony?’
    Alexia pursed her lips and nodded.
    ‘And you …’
    She nodded again. Richard studied her for a moment.
    ‘Yeah, but you didn’t go all the way, did you? You didn’t fuck.’ It was a statement not a question.
    ‘No. How – how did you know that?’
    Richard smiled without answering. ‘What happened next?’
    ‘He stopped because he was on an errand for Nathan so he just said he had to go but that we should do it another time. I was angry, upset, ashamed. It was horrible, I just shouted at him that I’d never …’
    ‘Hey it’s OK. I bet you were pissed.’
    I ran down the corridor and straight into Nathan and he – he caught me. I thought I was going to trip, I was wearing Romy’s shoes and I …’ Alexia was babbling now.
    ‘Hey, slow down. It’s OK.’
    He was holding me to stop me falling and I thought … He looked like he was going to – I don’t know – something. But then Tony appeared and …’
    ‘Oh Jeez. He thought you’d fucked this guy Tony again, in the office!’
    ‘Yes.’ Alexia looked completely crestfallen. Richard thought how adorable she was.
    ‘Look, honey, everyone has these stories, not as funny as yours, some of them, but hey, I gotta few. When you’re old and grey and lying on your deathbed surrounded by your grandkids you’ll be glad you have something to look back on and laugh at. It’ll keep you warm when you’re 90, wrinkled, and dried up.’
    He tapped the end of her nose with his finger. She laughed softly.
    ‘I hope you’re right, because at the moment … Tony told me I’m known as the Ice Queen. I probably do look frigid to most people. Maybe I am.’
    ‘Oh honey, you are not frigid.’ Richard moved over to her and put his arm around her, but didn’t pull her in. ‘You just need a guy who’s gonna guide you. Show you how it should be done. Let you flower in your own time.’
    He smoothed her hair again and desire flamed up inside her.
    ‘I need …’ Her voice trailed away.
    ‘There’s just one thing you need, honey.’
    Suddenly, she was off the floor. She wasn’t quite sure how, but Richard had managed to pick her up and he was now carrying her into her bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them and laid her down on the bed. He was standing over her, his erection straining against his jeans. She looked at his face; his lips were parted. Alexia felt an overwhelming rush of need surge down through her cunt. It was throbbing now, the blood thundering like a jungle drum.
    He got onto the bed, but he didn’t lie on top of her, he lay beside her. Alexia was confused. She turned and tried to kiss him, but he stopped her.
    ‘What you need is to come, to come slow and hard. But I am not going to fuck you. God knows I want to, but to quote the late, great James Stewart –’ he broke into an impersonation of the actor ‘– you’re a little the worse for wear, and there are rules about that.’
    She blinked and looked at him closely. She wanted him; she had never wanted anything so badly.
    ‘I am not going to take advantage of you, but I am going to give you what you need, baby.’
    He reached his arm around her and pulled her towards him. His mouth was on hers and his kiss was soft and sensual, not demanding but oh so seductive. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and she wanted to be naked. She tried to pull her nightie up, but his hand stopped her. This was going to be slow and at his pace.
    She could feel his hardness pressing against her pussy and she ached to feel it inside her, feel it driving its way into her over and over. She felt her hips undulate in an involuntary wave, trying to feel his erection more. His kiss deepened and his arms held her tight, crushed up against him.
    Then, suddenly, he let go. ‘Oh no, sister. That way madness lies.’
    He