by Sloan Storm
It hadn’t been long, less than a couple of weeks since the last time we’d been together in the islands. But, for some reason, it was as if months had passed, and I wanted to savor every moment.
I alternated between highs of aggressive tongue lashing and lows of tender, gentle smacks. Fiona’s lips were like silk… feminine and delicious. Since the time I first met her, her perfect mouth had always had my attention. And now, as we kissed one another again, I realized how desperate I’d been to taste her lips.
Soft moans of submission and pleasure emitted from Fiona’s mouth. Soon, she made her desire clear as her hands unhooked and began to trail down my backside. As they did, I released my own from her delicate chin and snaked them into her smooth blonde locks.
My already hard cock stiffened further as Fiona cupped my ass in her hands. Taking that as my signal to do as I wished, I removed my fingers from her hair and with one swift motion, reached down and lifted her off the ground.
Fiona’s lips never parted from mine as I picked her up with ease. Instead, she locked her legs around my waist and pulled them together tight, hugging me into her with all of her strength.
With Fiona fully straddling me, I turned to walk in the direction of the conference room table, where moments later I placed her on top of it.
Fiona looked up at me, her lips red and swollen. With her ass at the table’s edge, I reached down, sliding my hands beneath the hem of her dress. Reaching further still, I put my fingers around her panties and with her assistance, removed them in a series of quick tugs. As they appeared from beneath her clothing, I tossed them to one side and turned in the direction of the conference room door.
Before I could take a single step, Fiona spoke, “Where are you going?”
Using my chin to indicate my intention, I gestured in the direction of the door. “I’m going to lock it.”
For the first time since I’d known her, a wicked grin came to Fiona’s lips.
“Don’t. I don’t care who sees. Do you?”
Surprised at the change in her demeanor, I looked at her for a moment and then began to shake my head back and forth.
“No.”
As I finished speaking, Fiona sat upright.
With a mischievous smile still spread across her lips, she motioned for me to move towards her with her index finger. As I did, Fiona reached for me and started to unfasten my belt. Seconds later, she unzipped my pants, and after a firm tug on my boxer briefs, Fiona grabbed for my raging hard cock.
With one hand, Fiona wrapped her fingers around the shaft and using her thumb, she swirled the tip while she looked up into my eyes. Soon after, she drew her mouth to the head of my dick and slid her soft lips around it.
“Man, fuck…” I groaned, as she took me into the slick heat of her mouth.
I looked down and over the next several seconds watched as my cock grew wetter and slicker with each slow pull of her lips along it. In between tiny gags, Fiona stroked and sucked my dick with a fervent effort. With each moment that passed, I felt myself grow harder and longer.
I moaned as she increased both the intensity and friction of her effort. As I did, Fiona returned my utterances of ecstasy with needful grunts of her own. Just then, she released my dick from inside her mouth and looked up into my eyes once again.
“Come in my mouth,” she said, with a breathless gasp. “I want to taste you.”
I looked down at her and smiled.
Shaking my head, I replied, “No.”
She pouted at my refusal. However, no sooner had I spoken than I reached towards the center of her chest, and with a gentle, persistent motion, I coaxed her back down on top of the conference table.
Fiona licked her lips as her head came to rest with a gentle bounce on the table’s surface. As soon as she’d returned to a flat position, I reached down and grabbed hold of her thighs, spreading them. With her legs high, Fiona’s dress draped across her torso and as it did, the sight of her glistening pussy came into view.
“Do you want my cum, Fiona?” I said, as I locked eyes with her. “Is that what you want?”
She looked up at me through glassy eyes. With her mouth open, Fiona struggled to form a single word.
“Yes,” she whispered after a few moments of silence. “More than anything.”
With her desires made plain, I wasted no time and reached down, grabbing my throbbing shaft at the base. The sensation raging through my body forced me to pause. If I hadn’t, I felt as if I might have hurt her. It wasn’t intentional, but the accumulated desire within me was so great, I wasn’t sure I could restrain it.
As if sensing it, Fiona reached up and touched my arm. Without a word, she smiled at me, inviting me to take her. I nodded and slid my cock inside. As I did, Fiona reached for the edge of the table, hooking her fingers around it and squeezing tight. Her back arched, her head leaned back and she let out a terrific groan.
I continued to enter her, driving my dick as far as it would go. I was so hard, so sensitive and so ready I nearly came inside her on the spot. The feel of her pussy lips as they wrapped around my shaft buckled my knees beneath me.
“Fuuuuuccckkkk…” I groaned, as my cock reached its deepest point within her.
As I did, Fiona sighed a loving breath and reached up towards my forearms.
With her fingers wrapped around my flesh, I began to thrust in and out of her with a long series of hard strokes. With each pass, my balls slapped against Fiona’s ass, causing her curves to quiver and shake. I looked down to see her large tits rock back and forth, beneath the thin veneer of her blouse, keeping time with the rhythm of my thrusting.
Nothing could have prepared me for those first few moments of being inside her once more. It was as close to a feeling of perfect bliss as a man can experience. The wetness of her pussy coated my entire length, making each insertion, easier and more difficult at the same time. While I continued to drive myself in and out, Fiona released her fingers from my forearm and snaked them down towards her clit.
I licked my lips as her small digits reached it.
Fiona rolled her eyes closed and angled her head backward as she began to massage and tease herself. With her other hand, she reached for her breasts and squeezed them, matching the timing of my thrusts.
By now, I’d reached a state of controlled frenzy.
A part of me wanted to split her in two and claim her in a way that I never had before. I was done with her pretending she didn’t want this as much as I did. In this moment, I would show her, and she would understand.
With an angry grunt, I redoubled the strength of my grip, yanking her ass hard into my pelvis. As soon as I did, something changed in her, and almost immediately, she lifted her head off the table.
“I’m cumming,” she muttered. “I’m cumming right now…”
I licked my lips and tasted the faint hint of sweat. Looking down at her, I nodded my head in agreement.
As I did, Fiona banged her head back to the table with a thud. Soon after, her hips rocketed upward, separating themselves from the table’s surface. Fiona’s fingers moved with a furious flicking action as she stroked at her clit with abandon.
Seeing this, my own need welled up from deep inside me and before I realized it, I felt the familiar sensation of climax building in my balls. Not long after, Fiona’s frenzied stroking reached a powerful crescendo, and as I looked on, she began to gyrate beneath me.
Suddenly, her thighs locked hard around my waist and her body froze like a fleshy statue. A deep, guttural moan—long and sustained—sputtered from her lips as she began to enter the throes of her climax.
The very sight of it snapped my attention to my own need for release.
Leaning over, I reached down and grabbed hold of her at the waist, yanking her towards me with every ounce of strength I had. As her ass pressed into my pelvis, I thrust my cock as deep into her as I could. And with a final grimace, I leaned back and began to empty myself inside her. We rocked into one another for severa
l seconds as our shared climaxes consumed us.
When at last the sensation started to recede, it was then I realized this was what I had missed the most—being inside her, taking her as my own as no man ever had before and, if I got my way, never would.
FIONA
Oh my God, what the hell have I done?
As the overwhelming lust I experienced for Gabe began to recede from me in the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn’t believe what happened. Not even back at the office for a day, I’d already given in to him.
How was I supposed to maintain any credibility whatsoever? I realized the amount of power he had over me was deeper than I imagined and almost… frightening.
The protest I’d put up before giving in amounted to little more than a veiled threat to injure his manhood. Even after everything I’d been through with him and the resolve I thought I’d accumulated in the wake of my firing, it all seemed to be nothing but a mirage.
As we separated in a moment of awkward silence, I tried to gather my wits and make myself presentable. While I did, I heard the sound of Gabe’s zipper as it whined closed. I’d turned my back to him moments earlier, and as he finished getting dressed, he spoke.
“Well now that I’ve got your attention… Let’s get down to business, shall we?”
Dropping my head for a moment, I forced a hard swallow down my throat. I felt as if I were at yet another crossroads. What had I just accomplished by giving in to him? Was he ever going to take me seriously?
My silence didn’t go unnoticed, and before long, Gabe talked again.
“Fiona?” he began, as he took a seat at the conference table. “Is everything all right?”
What could I say? Did it even matter anymore?
I could tell him how much he’d hurt me before when he fired me as if I were nothing more than a summer intern. I could tell him about the nights I’d lain awake since my grandmother’s death, wondering how I was going to even survive. And, of course, I could tell him that despite my best efforts to convince myself otherwise, I was still hopelessly in love with him.
I could tell him all of those things and just be done with it, once and for all.
There was a part of me that wanted to do just that, but at the same time, my more pragmatic side cautioned against it. Not much stood between me and the financial success I needed, except a bit of work and some time. And so, I decided to keep the truth to myself and instead uttered a lie as I joined him at the table.
“Yes, I’m all right,” I said, forcing a smile and hoping he wouldn’t notice.
For now, my uneasiness went undetected. Gabe nodded and winked at me.
“Good to hear.”
With that, he and I spent the next ten or fifteen minutes discussing the status of the Link Protocol and also the fallout from my firing of Amanda and Melissa. Apparently, the first call Mrs. Jameson placed after talking to me was to him.
“You realize that you’ve created a hell of a problem here, don’t you?” he said, as he leaned forward, folding his hands together and placing them on top of the table.
I exhaled as I considered my reply.
“In the short term, yes, I can’t disagree with you. But, those two, they’ve been after me since I came to work here and…”
Gabe interrupted me. “No, Fiona, you don’t understand…”
I cut him off in return. “Gabe, please let me finish.”
I paused for a moment and looked at him. As I did, he nodded and leaned back in his chair.
“Okay, Fiona. Go ahead.”
I nodded and continued.
“If this was just about the drama between me and them, I wouldn’t have done what I did,” I said, as I turned and pointed in the direction of the conference room door. “But, those two behaved in a way that put the entire project at risk. Things were already in a delicate state before I took my leave of absence, but the very fact that they’d blocked all progress is completely unacceptable. Don’t you agree?”
Gabe nodded.
“Yes, of course, I agree, Fiona. But, the problem is it will take a considerable period of time to find suitable replacements. I realize you’re angry with them, and I respect the fact you took a stand and did what you did. But the situation is far worse than it was before you did it. You do see that, don’t you?”
I shook my head.
“No, I don’t. Frankly, I think you should be grateful I fired them. They weren’t contributing anything of value to the project.”
“Fiona, I never said you were wrong. It’s just a matter of you making a poorly timed, emotional decision when you shouldn’t have. As I stated, given the short timeframe, it’s going to be incredibly difficult to fill those spots.”
I dropped my hands in my lap. Thinning my lips, I shook my head as I looked at Gabe. He did have a point, and the more I thought about it the more I realized I owed him an apology.
“You’re right, Gabe. I did let my emotions get the better of me in that situation. I’m sorry.”
Pursing his lips, Gabe stared at me for several moments.
“It happens, Fiona. This is a difficult, highly charged time. Look, I, know you’ve been going through a lot. The loss of your grandmother, me firing you… I realize none of this has been easy.”
I swallowed hard as he spoke.
“Gabe, I’ll be fine, really. This—what happened between me, Amanda and Melissa, has nothing to do with any of those things.”
“With all due respect, Fiona, I think that’s bullshit,” Gabe said, as he angled his head at me in suspicion. “You mean to tell me you can compartmentalize things to that degree? Well, I think that’s just not true. And, the sooner you accept the fact those other issues are bothering you, the sooner we can move forward and do the work that has to be done to get this project completed.”
While Gabe made his point, I couldn’t help but think about my grandmother.
Him firing me was merely an extension of how I’d handled it. In the days since her death, I’d grown more and more despondent over the fact the clinical trial for cancer treatment would have never be available in time to save her.
I’d agonized over not being more firm with her about her chemotherapy. And now, if and when the treatment proved to be viable, I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing I’d let her down simply because I didn’t want the confrontation.
As Gabe and I sat there in silence, I sensed my head began to drift forward a bit. Soon after, the familiar sting of tears reentered my awareness. Before I realized, it heated streaks made their way down my cheeks and impacted the table below with a series of wet splats. I reached up as soon as I could, and covering my hand with my sleeve, I began to wipe away the tears from the tabletop.
“I’m sorry,” I gulped, as I smeared them. “I’m sorry.”
“You want to talk about it?” Gabe asked.
I sniffled and reached up towards my cheeks to wipe away the remainder of the salty discharge. “Talk about what?”
“Really?” Gabe said, with a hint of disgust in his voice. “You’re just gonna sit there and cry and pretend like nothing is wrong?”
“I’m not pretending anything, Gabe,” I began. Shaking my head, I leaned back in my chair and placed my hands in my lap once more, swallowing them in the sleeves of my shirt. “There’s nothing to talk about. We just need to get replacements for Amanda and Melissa. That’s all.”
Gabe ignored me. “Is this about your grandmother? The clinical trials?”
As soon as he uttered those words, the grief returned, and I sensed my face disfigure with ugliness as the tears flowed again. Only this time, I couldn’t say anything in return.
Sobs coming from inside my soul caused me to convulse as I wept.
GABE
Fiona’s sudden emotional outburst caught me by surprise.
I figured there were probably a lot of reasons behind the firing of Amanda and Melissa, but I didn’t realize how deep the hurt went. Looking at her, I stood from my chair and walked around th
e conference table to where she sat.
With her head in her hands, Fiona continued to weep, unaware of my approach.
Soon though, I stood next to her and reached down, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and pulling her towards my waist. Fiona buried her head against me and continued to sob, now in almost uncontrollable way.
Without a word, I allowed her to continue as I reached up and stroked her hair.
With one pass of my hand after another, I followed the curvature of her head and smoothed her hair as I attempted to calm her. Even so, Fiona continued to cry for another minute until at last, she eased her head away from me, doing her best to wipe away the remnants of her tears.
I looked down at her with an overwhelming sense of pity.
I knelt beside her and rested one arm on the conference table while with the other I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. As I did, Fiona turned her cheek towards me. Our eyes met and the true depth of her sadness became apparent.
“Everything is going to be okay, Fiona.”
“No it isn’t, Gabe, it never is, not for me. Can’t you see that?”
As she finished speaking, Fiona sniffled and looked away from me. I reached up and lightly pinched her chin between my thumb and forefinger, turning her face towards me.
“I know things have been tough for you, but I’m not going to let this beat us. Not in a million years. However, I can’t do it alone. I need you, Fiona.”
She blinked a few times and smiled at me a bit.
“As a matter of fact,” I began, as I looked into her eyes. “You know what? Fuck it—fuck everything. Forget the investors. I’ll find new ones.”
Fiona’s face wrinkled with confusion. “Gabe, I don’t think you should…”
I waved her off, interrupting her. “No, Fiona, hear me out. I need you to answer this question honestly, okay?”
She nodded. “I’ll try.”
“All right then,” I said, as I looked into her eyes with a focused stare. “Can you solve the problems we’re having? Just tell me the truth.”
