by Selena Kitt
My own hand once more explores his hardness through his jeans. I try to open the button, but it’s too tight, forcing me to struggle with both hands. As soon as I unzip him, he’s held back only by the soft cotton of his boxers.
I must remember to tell him I love boxers on a man. On him.
Again I lean down and rub against him, enjoying how he completes every contour of my body and nibble and lick any exposed skin within reach. Warmth emanating from his skin soothes mine and yet gives me goose bumps.
Another groan escapes him when I slip my hand in and squeeze his cock hard before freeing it completely. His breathing caresses my shoulder in short bursts and his previously expert touch on my back and ass has turned erratic.
“I want…” he says.
“Tell me,”
His cock feels bigger than ever in my hand and I’m incredibly tempted to take him past the point of no return. But I don’t, pausing for his response instead.
“Could we…?” He looks helpless, preoccupied.
I suck and nibble on his earlobe before speaking.
“Do you want to fuck?” I whisper.
He grabs my ass hard and bucks his hips upwards, into me. Seems I’ve succeeded.
“We’re wearing too much,” I say.
Pushing myself up with both hands on his chest, I get off him to take off my panties. He looks a little bewildered but follows my example and gets off the sofa as well. His jeans drop and he steps out of them.
“Bedroom.” I tug at his hand and he follows.
VII.
Inside, I turn towards him and reach for his boxers, sliding them all the way down. His T-shirt has fallen and covered him again while walking, I reach underneath to continue caressing him. He gets the hint straightaway and takes it off.
We kiss like our lives depend on it.
“Lie down for me,” I say, our lips only millimetres apart.
He does as asked and I get on top of him. Little beads of sweat have formed on his forehead and he looks at me apologetically when I touch his not-so-hard-anymore cock.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper, “I have done from the moment I first saw you.”
Upon guiding his hand to my pussy, I start to caress and squeeze his balls. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
I cover his chest with kisses and he begins to stroke my hair. He loves the extra attention I’m giving to his nipples and gently nudges me back when I try to move away.
I’m happy to give him more of what he wants, sucking and licking him, feeling him quiver every time my tongue hits him just right. When I look up I notice he’s watching me.
His fingers tease me, slick with my own wetness and I cry out for more. My hand tightens around his cock, stroking him until he has grown as hard as before. It does not take long.
Sitting on the balls of my feet, with my ass up in the air. The head of his cock pushes against me and I can wait no longer.
He fills me completely when I settle down on top of him. His eyes close again immediately and he grabs hold of my hips hard, attempting to keep me in place.
It’s been ages since I’ve been fucked and he stretches me until it feels so pleasurable it’s a bit painful. Or so painful it’s actually pleasure. I don’t know which, only that it’s delicious.
I wiggle free from his grasp, playing with his belly and sides, running my fingernails down his chest. My brain fogs up until it’s hard to focus on anything other than finding the right rhythm.
He’s perfect and he’s all mine. I must tell him this after.
As I ride him, slowly at first, his hands twitch, shifting over my sides and grabbing my tits with the eagerness I had expected much earlier on. He looks so high it’s incredible to watch and I want to push him further.
“Ohh, you’re even better than I’d dreamt,” I moan.
His head is thrown back against the pillow, eyes closed and brows pulled together. It’s the most gorgeous expression I have ever seen. I speed up and lower myself totally onto him.
With my ass bobbing up and down and my face buried in his chest, once more seeking out his nipples, he stiffens up completely. His fingers dig into my back hard, making me cry out in bittersweet pain.
He spasms and groans and keeps me still in a vice-like grip.
“Fuck, I came. I’m so sorry,” he says.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s not over yet!”
He takes a quick look at me and grabs my neck to draw my face closer. His kisses are hard, rough and his hands on me focused. He hits all the right spots, except one.
I shift around to straighten my legs downwards and feel him slipping, but he’s eager to compensate. He knows just what to do with his fingers, exactly where I need it.
Now it’s my turn to be out of control, tugging at him, scratching. Feeling his sexy body underneath me, cushioning me. He keeps kissing me with a previously nonexistent certainty and control. I might be still on top, but he’s taken complete charge.
When he does that thing of rolling and plucking at my nipple while I continue to rub up to his hand sandwiched between his thigh and me, I can’t hold back any longer. I scream as I feel ultimate pleasure course through my body.
He releases his strong hold on me and instead lets his hands explore the contours and muscles on my back. I feel myself relaxing quickly and move onto my side next to him. It’s so calming, the slowing rhythm in which his chest rises under my hand with every breath.
One of my legs is still draped over his thigh and my head rests on his shoulder. My whole body is moulded to his, unwilling or unable to let go.
All of it was completely worth the wait and has only made me feel more strongly for him.
If there is a heaven on earth, this is it.
Her hand is still on me, our legs entwined. She’s breathing more slowly and at times her index finger twitches ever so slightly.
I’ve fantasised often about finding someone, even if over time my hopes changed. Obviously when younger I was mostly preoccupied with sex. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
As I got older, I wrote off passion as something beautiful people experience with other beautiful people. Instead I hoped for closeness and companionship.
But with her I feel it all.
I caress her shoulder, softly, trying not to wake her and then rest my hand on her arm. She stirs a little and snuggles against me more. My chest feels close to exploding with urges I’ve never felt before.
I feel responsible for her happiness, her safety.
At the same time I want to fuck her in every way imaginable, to hear the screams of her pleasure until she’s dripping with cum.
I’m not sure that’s normal. She’s so much more than her exquisite body, it feels wrong to objectify her. Yet I can’t deny she’s capable of giving more pleasure than I thought I’d ever experience.
Her hair feels so soft between my fingers.
She’s moving a little again, attempting to wiggle her foot between me and the mattress. There’s a chill in the air and her previously feverish skin has cooled down. It takes a bit of an effort but I manage to reach the duvet that had half fallen off the bed without disturbing her further.
It tickles slightly when she moves her hand over my belly button. My cock twitches, begging for further attention but I don’t want to wake her. So close to her hip it’s almost touching but not quite.
Being inside her had indeed felt similar to having her mouth on me, both mind blowing. Yet it was somehow different.
But what surprised me the most was how she almost worshipped all those parts of me which I try to wish away on a daily basis. That my body, imperfect as it is, could give her so much pleasure.
Sure, she had already said that she’s attracted to me, that my size doesn’t bother her and she actually prefers it. It didn’t seem like she was lying, but I couldn’t convince myself that she truly meant it either.
Until today.
Once again, I can’t resist playing with h
er hair.
“I love you,” she mumbles.
Am I dreaming?
VIII.
I have to leave his place early, shortly after waking at 7am. For a moment I just have to close my eyes again though; it’s a lovely thing, waking up with him. I want more of this!
With a quick kiss on the lips, I release myself from his embrace and make a half-hearted effort to put my clothes on. I can feel his eyes on me from the safety of the warm duvet.
No way am I going into work wearing the same as yesterday. There is something to be said for maintaining a professional image, especially after spending the night, naked, with a coworker. And more so when attending a disciplinary meeting which we are both involved in.
“I’m going to get changed at home. See you at work?”
“Alright,” John says while stretching.
His hair is messy and he is so obviously only half awake. Just adorable, I have to really force myself to leave.
At home, I hurry to get showered and dressed in the most conservative manner possible, but hopefully without looking like a cartoonish headmistress. The meeting is at 9 sharp and I’d better not be late!
Gary’s office is obviously a lot bigger, airier and better furnished than anything on our floor. In fact it makes the ‘crime scene’ look like a pathetic little shack.
John reaches at the same time as me, smiling at me for encouragement. It’s my turn first and I’m a little nervous. I am to go through the various points directly related to me from John’s list and after me, Tracy is up next and then John.
Gary – already seated behind his large desk – waves me closer and gestures at me to take a seat. He covers the phone with his hand and greets me before continuing to speak with whoever is on the other line.
I take the few minutes I’ve got to go through the list once more. When I finish reading it for the fourth time, someone from HR arrives and sits down beside me.
“Great, now that we’re all here…” Gary begins to speak. He explains the purpose of the meeting, to record an official complaint against Dick, before asking me to tell my side of the story.
I start with the beginning; the job interview and his inappropriate stares. Then I move on to the drinks machine incident and remark that there had been times where I caught him looking at me weirdly from across the office. Then there was the unpleasantness at the Christmas party.
Finally the so-called performance appraisal yesterday morning, my loud protest and the intervention that followed. I make it clear that at no point did I say or do anything aiming to lead him on. I have always said no.
“Thank you, we appreciate your cooperation,” Gary says after I’m finished.
He looks over at the HR lady, who is furiously scribbling down notes. His expression tells me he’s satisfied with the way things are going.
“What will happen now is that we’ll hear from other involved parties, before notifying Richard of everything that’s happened and getting his side of things. Based on what you’ve told me, further investigations will be needed. During this time he will of course be suspended to avoid further incidents and we ask that you keep the contents of this meeting confidential.
“It is your right, if you like, to see a counsellor to deal with this situation. Please contact HR if that’s the case to make your request,” Gary says.
When I get up, I notice John is talking to someone in the hallway. The blonde with the long legs and perfectly fitting grey shift dress must be Tracy. I’m not surprised Dick went after her.
She gives me a nod and walks past me into the office. Her face is tense, I bet she can’t wait to be done with it all.
“How did it go?” John asks.
“Fine I guess, they seemed to believe me,” I say.
“Of course they did.” He smiles at me and brushes his fingers past my cheek and jaw line.
It makes me shiver slightly.
“Last night…” His voice trails off when our eyes meet.
“I know,” I whisper.
I desperately want to kiss him, feel him close to me. Relive everything. But due to our lack of privacy, all I can do is stare and bite my lip.
“Are you free tonight?” he asks.
“Probably not,” I respond as straight-faced as I can manage.
“Oh.” The disappointment in his voice is apparent.
“I was hoping to spend it reliving last night,” Suppressing my smile is no longer possible.
Hard as it is, I manage to tear myself away from his beautiful eyes and leave him standing there in front of Gary’s office. It’s time to get to work.
It’s awkward, entering the office floor this morning. Everyone knows, sort of. But I’m sure they all have their own ideas about what really went on in Dick’s office yesterday.
Most don’t give me a second look, except Amanda who gets up and comes towards me straightaway.
“Cath, glad you’re here. Can we talk for a minute?” Her tone is off.
I nod and we walk towards my desk. She grabs another chair so we can sit together. Luckily my desk is far enough away from the rest, so our chat won’t be overheard.
“Yes? What did you want to discuss?” I ask.
“Well, about yesterday… and everything.” She’s fidgeting with her cardigan.
“I just wanted to say, you know. I’m sorry if things were awkward earlier and on Saturday. I didn’t know you and John were an item,” she continues.
“Well we weren’t until Saturday itself,” I mumble.
Her eyes light up and she leans forward, eager for more details when she catches herself and backs away again.
“Really, wow… Well anyway, I guess I’m sorry. The girls all talk quite meanly about him, it’s easy to get caught up in that… I hope we can still be friendly,” she says.
“He seems nice, though he keeps to himself a lot so its quite hard to form a real opinion,” she continues.
“He’s a great guy,” I say.
Amanda looks at me for a while and impatiently shifts around in her chair when it becomes clear I won’t be more forthcoming.
“Yesterday… Did Richard try something in there?” she finally asks.
“I guess I’m not really allowed to talk about it, but yeah I’ve complained against him,” I say.
“I’ve had a problem with him, before you joined…” She looks down nervously at her hands.
“I thought you liked him? I thought everyone did,” I ask.
“Well, everyone sort of does, but he has a real issue with accepting ‘no’ for an answer,” she says, “as you might have noticed.”
“If he was inappropriate with you, it might be worth going to Gary with it. He’s been quite helpful,” I say.
She wipes the palms of her hands on her skirt and finally looks up again.
“You know what, I will. I didn’t really consider coming out about it before, I mean it’s not like anything actually happened… I worried that it wouldn’t be taken seriously and they’d take his word over mine.” She smiles nervously.
“Go see Gary. Why should we have to feel unsafe coming to work every day.”
“Thanks, Cath.” Amanda gets up, back to her desk.
Shock sinks in. So Dick – The Pervert – Porter, has a history of preying on women that work in this company and nobody has dared to say a word about it until now. I hope Amanda does the right thing.
The morning creeps by without John anywhere in sight. Surely the meetings with Gary can’t be taking this long! Every time I look at the time, a sickening sensation builds up in my stomach. What if he’s been suspended as well?
Lunchtime rolls around and I’m in no mood to go face the interrogation squad in the lunchroom. Neither do I want to leave the office, in case John comes back. So I just sit around at my desk, fiddling with my phone.
I decide to text Jase.
“Hey what’s up? I’m at work, boss made a pass at me and John punched him in the face. Happy days.”
It doesn’t
take long for a response to come in.
Jason: “Babe, WTF! Can you talk?”
Me: “Not now. Am fine, really. Meetings going on, looks like boss will be suspended for sexual harassment.”
Jason: “Tell me everything asap. Call me, whenever! xo”
I put the phone on the desk and stare at nothing. Where is John? Why is this taking so long?
It buzzes again and I check. John has confirmed my Facebook friend request. Finally!
I start typing a message when one comes in from him.
“Sorry things are kind of hectic, I’ll be free at 3ish. I’ve got big news! See you then x”
Puzzled, I keep re-reading the message. Big news? Gary already confirmed to me that Dick would be suspended, but John never doubted that even yesterday, so he must be referring to something else.
At least it sounds like good news rather than bad. Instead of worried, I am now extremely impatient to hear what he has to tell me.
After two more hours of shuffling around paperwork and attempting but failing to do much work, finally it’s 3pm. I can’t stop staring at the entrance and the minutes pass at a snail’s pace while I’m bouncing off the walls.
The doors open and I have to really restrain myself to not jump up. Gary enters first, with John behind him. As the doors close, Gary clears his throat and my previously oblivious colleagues look up from their work.
“If I may have a moment please, I would like to make an announcement,” Gary says.
“You may have been aware that there have been issues with Richard lately. I am not at liberty to go into details.
“But it transpires that he will not be returning to Aspect in light of these events.” Gary looks over to John, who steps forward in that adorable shy manner he adopts when he’s being scrutinised.
“I have appointed John as the new Purchasing Manager, with immediate effect. I trust that I can count on everyone’s support, after all he has proven himself as a capable and valuable part of this team during the 5 years he has been working here.”
Oh. My. God. I’m unsure how to react or what to do, simply stunned with my mouth wide open. John has been promoted! He has got to be the only person on earth who ever got away so splendidly with assaulting his boss.
