In Too Deep

by Morgan Jane Mitchell

  “I promise,” he whispered. The soft head of his shaft slid between my folds this time, and I tried not to make a noise. I nibbled on my bottom lip as he moved his hips back and forth sliding his stiff, heated cock against my soaking wet pussy. His hand twisted across my stomach down to find my little nub again. He pressed two fingers against it hard. I couldn’t breathe. My ass tightened as I surged my sensitive core against his warm erection. His fingers left my clit to walk in between my slick skin to poke at my entrance. “You’re so tight,” he hissed in my ear.

  His careful exploration grew wilder. Tightening up more as he got his fingers wetter, I bellowed, “I just can’t.” Rick stopped and turned me around causing my back to hit the icy door now. My shaky hands automatically came down to right myself. Abruptly he snatched my wrists to pin them above my head. My blouse fell over my breasts but with the cups still down underneath my nipples were bursting though the thin white top. His hungry eyes fell to them. “Stay, don’t move,” he warned in a commanding tone, letting go of my hands.

  Like a statue, I remained against the freezing metal, my arms above my head, my thong stretched between my knees. With that suggestive smirk on his face, he flipped up the front my skirt tucking it into my belt to hold it in place. Stepping back, he was staring at my gleaming pussy. It was quite nice; I kept it completely shaved, all but a little dark blonde strip. His tongue dashed out to lick his lips, but I imagined him licking my lips down below.

  My eyes fell to his long, thick cock as he took it in his hands. I knew now why they called him Rick the dick. It was massive and perfect, almost beautiful. Stroking it slowly, cupping the pink mushroom head before going all the way back down, he stared at naked crotch as he pleasured himself. Just thinking about the size of his equipment scared me. If I let him, he’d be filling me over and over again with the enormous thing. Shuddering, the thought frightened me tremendously but turned me on at the same time. I knew it would never happen, so it didn’t hurt to dream. Imagining his fisted hand was my tight hole, I watched intently trying not to bite my own lip to mimic his own erotic expression.

  His features were never sexier as his face contorted in pleasure. Soon his fleshy head erupted, and I thought him coming inside of me. Seeing him stroke himself a few more times with his slick hands, I was panting. My sexual experiences had always only been about me, so I’d never seen a man get off before. It was fucking incredible.

  My pussy longed to be stroked one more time. My breasts trembled, wanting to be squeezed. I didn’t move, but Rick was trying to put his stiff penis back in his pants. Fuck. It clicked as I watched him wipe his hands on the towel hanging from his waist. He was finished. What the fuck? I wasn’t finished! Didn’t he listen to me in group? On the other hand, maybe he did… Was this a taste of my own medicine? Rick was finished now. Was he going to leave me hanging?

  Disappointed, I covered myself, smoothing my skirt and started to bend over to pull up my thong that was now stretched out of shape.

  Rick spoke up, “Where are you going?”

  “You’re finished,” I whined angrily.

  “I’m not finished with you.” Rick pulled a long English cucumber that must’ve been what was using on me before, out from nowhere. Making a face, he took a big bite and chewed. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He’d said the other day in group he couldn’t stand the taste. “I will try to get over my shit if you will too,” he responded to my unspoken question. “A little deeper this time?”

  “No.”

  He came in close trapping me against the cold door before his weight engulfed me completely. His body so intimately pressed against mine brought all my sexual needs back to the surface and then some. Rick stuck the cucumber between my legs again raking it back and forth fast with the help of my increasing juices. Heat radiated up my body as he began gingerly kissing my neck and unbuttoning my blouse with his free hand, exposing my breasts to the frigid air again. My head fell back when his head dipped down and his teeth grazed my alert areola. After a moment, Rick dropped the cucumber and his mouth was gone. He had descended to his knees and didn’t bother to raise my pleated uniform skirt. Instead, his face disappeared under it.

  Surprising the hell out of me, his warm tongue touched my eager clit, carefully. Getting exactly what I wanted, I moaned a sigh of immense relief and renewed yearning. Rick responded by getting braver, flicking my sensitive spot tentatively with his hot tongue a few times before giving my waxed pussy a full lick. One of his hands caressed my plump backside while his other ran up my inner thigh to tease any delicate flesh his tongue was missing. He worked his fingers in unison, skillfully but not entering me at all. Distracted by his accomplishments and appeased by my own increasing pleasure, I relaxed into the moment until he slipped his fingertip inside my vagina and firmly held it in place.

  “No more,” I begged, clamping my muscles together. His mouth busy, he didn’t answer and didn’t stop. Instead, he tongued my pussy ardently as I bucked my hips into his face, making his movements only become more frantic every second. “Fuck,” I bellowed as he moved the tip of his finger around and farther inside of me. A powerful orgasm overwhelmed me, causing my groans to echo in the walk-in.

  It wasn’t until he licked me gently a few more times as I shook that I recognized this was almost like the story he heard me tell in our group session. Quietly, he wiped his glistening mouth and face when he stood. I was putting myself back together but couldn’t help notice his very genuine, casual smile –it suited him. His smile faded as the big metal door handle clicked, and we both watched the door inch open. Deangelo poked his head inside to witness me hastily wiggling into my underwear. The cook raised his eyebrows, but closed the door.

  “Will that be a problem?” My ragged voice broke the silence. Hell, I’d just fooled around with the boss again. More than that, I’d let him do more than I’d ever let another man do before -take control of me.

  “No everything in here is waste now anyway. The cucumber was the only thing I found that wasn’t rotten or freezer burnt. I’m having night maintenance clean in here overnight. So it’s not like we are violating health codes.”

  “I mean, will Deangelo tell? Am I going to lose my job?”

  “No, he won’t say a word.” However, Rick looked mighty worried. “Are you going to sue me?”

  I took offense. “No,” I said too quickly.

  “Good.” Rick smiled.

  Yes, that was all good, but I wasn’t sure what we had done or what it had meant. I didn’t ask either. I left without cleaning my session. He could fire me if he wanted to.

  Chapter 2

  I had two days off before I went to my next meeting. Rick was already there talking to Ms. Collins when I walked in. I tried not to look at him, but it was hard. The suits he usually wore at work were sexy enough. He must’ve come from the gym, the shorts and sleeveless athletic shirt revealed exceptionally chiseled arms and legs that only reminded me of why I was avoiding him. My chest tightened as I remembered him pressing me into the cold metal. Suddenly, I didn’t know why I came. In a daze, scared to death that Rick would tell about our encounter¸ I barely listened to anyone else. When it was his turn, I was on the edge of my seat.

  “Rick, we didn’t get to hear from you last time. Well, we didn’t get to hear about your addiction anyway,” Ms. Collins snickered.

  “Hi. I am Richard Ma... Rick the dick they call me at work.” His eyes met mine briefly. “It doesn’t mean anything sexual. They call me that because they think I am a dick. I don’t let myself get close to anyone anymore.”

  “And why is that Rick?” Ms. Collins prompted.

  “Because I am a sex addict.”

  “Please go on.”

  “For starters, I needed it multiple times a day, and still, although I’ve made progress, I can’t always control myself. I’ve made some poor decisions based on sex. ”

  “Like?”

  “I’ve been sued by multiple employees because we had sexual encounters.
I don’t do that anymore.” Rick’s gaze avoided me completely. “I’ve almost lost my business and have lost most of my wealth keeping my indiscretions private.”

  Diana laughed to herself, and Ms. Collins gave him a strange look. “Is that all Rick?”

  He chuckled a little too. “There’s so much, as most of you know, but we don’t have all day.”

  Clearly, he was holding something back. “And what are your goals, Rick?” Ms. Collins let it slide, and I didn’t have the courage to speak and demand more.

  “To allow myself to kiss a woman on the lips and to be faithful to someone no matter how often we have sex.”

  “And?”

  “To fall in love.”

  “What about the oral stuff,” Crystal reminded him.

  Rick smiled a big shit-eating grin. “Well, last night I accomplished one goal. I went down on a girl.”

  “Holy shit!” Crystal shouted out.

  “Way to go man!” Old man Charlie raved.

  Casey gave Rick a high five, “Hell yeah!”

  “How was it? Was it as bad as you’ve let on?” Ms. Collins asked.

  “Actually, it was incredible. Totally worth the woman’s reactions.”

  “You, pleasing someone else for a change.” Crystal slapped him on the back. “No way!”

  “Rick, I think you have had a break through,” Ms. Collins blandly announced.

  Sitting on my trembling hands, I didn’t want to seem suspicious so congratulated him as well. I didn’t dare tell the group I let a man stick his finger partly inside of me. They’d catch on. Besides, they wouldn’t understand what a big deal it was for me. Always making sure I kept control of any situation, so no man penetrated me in any way, I didn’t even know how it happened. Peering at Rick, I was reminded -He wasn’t part of my MO. The thought of being alone with him again worried me. If I let him take charge, it would only lead to him fucking me. The thought frightened the shit out of me but was oddly exciting too.

  That night at work, I avoided Rick as best I could. If he was in the back, I made sure to go check my tables. “Loraine, I need to speak to you when you have a moment,” he said as I passed him quickly. I did have a moment, but I decided to join the other girls picking up their drink orders. Having gotten to know the other servers pretty well, I joined their conversation. I’d made sure I kept my problems at home. To them I was just another normal person. Meaning, I hadn’t used anyone I worked with to quell my addiction, except Rick, but hey, that wasn’t my doing. A couple of the girls asked me to go out with them after work for the third time. They were all younger than me, just starting college. I opened my mouth to refuse again, but Stephan put his arm around me. “If Loraine goes, I’ll come too.”

  I giggled, catching his green eyes ogling me like he could eat me up. Veronica gave me a knowing glance; she’d told me every day for the last month she thought Table 21’s hottest bartender had the hots for me. I’d told her she was nuts. My looks had nothing to do with it. I wasn’t nineteen anymore like Veronica and Kelli, but I stayed in shape with a mix of yoga and sporadic dieting making my body softly tone. I was no super model, but blessed with a body neither too thin nor too curvy. I’d had more than one man tell me I was “just right”. Down to my shoulder blades, my hair was a naturally wavy, dark blonde and looked great with my big hazel eyes.

  What my new friends didn’t know was Stephan Taylor was who landed me this job on such short notice. Being friends with his twin sister Beth for most of my life growing up, I’d always had a crush on him, but he’d never paid any attention to me. Stephan always treated me like his other annoying sister. My mother had worked long nights to support us after my father passed away, so I’d pretty much lived at Stephan’s house since his mother had been my constant babysitter. Stephan’s mom, Molly had married a rich older man after she’d left his deadbeat dad. With me, Molly had landed a friend to keep Beth entertained and she’d only charged enough save my mother’s pride.

  I’d always thought Beth, Stephan and Molly would be a part of my life forever, but everything changed after high school. Molly had been like a second mother to me, one I hadn’t seen in five years now. Beth and I went our separate ways too. College out of state was my dream come true and marriage to Greg McDaniel was Beth’s reality. Saddled with two toddlers now, Beth hadn’t been interested in reconnecting with me for the few years I’d been back in my hometown.

  I’d only happened to bump into the Stephan leaving the unemployment office. With a confident smile and pouty lips to go with the body of a state-wrestling champ, he’d landed our homecoming queen and was off the market by the time I’d left for college. My crush on Stephan had kept me from ever having a boyfriend while growing up, so for the last month, I’d tried to ignore the fact he’d recently divorced.

  However, Stephan was hard to ignore. Pulled back at the nape of his neck, his long sandy hair matched his sexy stubble. His short shirtsleeves would be rolled all the way up by the end of the night, showing off his large, defined biceps that were decorated with black tribal tattoos. Now I could feel his firm body against mine.

  “Really? Stephan you never go out with us,” Veronica leered.

  “You all are kids. I need someone my own age to hang out with.” He winked at me keeping a tight grip around my shoulder. “What do you say Loraine? Are we going to show these youngsters how to party?”

  “Sure,” I stuttered.

  Stephan suddenly let go of me when we heard someone clearing his throat behind us. It was Rick. “Get back to work everyone. It’s dinnertime. We have 50 open tickets. Loraine, come with me. Something was wrong with your cash out last night.”

  I followed him not into the office but into the storeroom, hesitating before entering. Rick came in close. Wearing a suit like he was made for it, he looked better than our most expensive plate. Grabbing my ass, he towed me against his body. I felt his erection hard against my navel, and it sent chills straight to my pussy. His whisper tickled my ear, “I don’t want you looking for your fix here at work.”

  “What? I just agreed to go out.”

  “I am just letting you know I am good at keeping secrets because I have my own. Stephan, on the other hand likes to gossip.”

  “I have no intention of using Stephan, we’re old friends,” I avowed.

  Pleased with my answer, Rick began unbuttoning my blouse, brushing his thumbs against the swell of cleavage. It was all happening again.

  “What do you want from me?” I panted.

  His hands stilled on my shirt as he struggled with the next button. “I want inside of you Loraine.” His eyes fell to my blouse as he fingered the empty buttonhole between two fingers. “I want to break in that tight little buttonhole of yours.”

  My mouth hung open not knowing what to say. No one had known my secret before, and his forceful words excited me. My buttonhole, as he called it was getting wetter by the second.

  Rick came in and kissed my cheek. “Think about it.” He let me go and left the room.

  Shaken by our meeting, I pulled myself together, and I didn’t see him again until closing time. The manager, having gone home sick, left me alone in the office with Rick. At least it had windows; there was no danger of him grabbing me. He didn’t even look my way while cashing me out but was asking plenty of questions.

  “Are you going out tonight?”

  “Yes. I said I would.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t.”

  “Well, it isn’t really any of your business, is it?”

  His hands trembled as he counted the money. “Come home with me instead. I can give you what you need.”

  “And what do I need?”

  “You need the same thing I do, a good fuck.”

  “No I don’t.” That’s what would happen; he would fuck me all right. Regardless of how much the thought turned me on, I wasn’t ready for that.

  “You said it was a nightly thing, you finding a random man to get you off.”

  “Well usually it
is, but maybe all this running around, exercise, is curing me. I’m not looking tonight.” I just wanted to have a normal night out then I’d just go home –normal.

  Rick leaned back in his chair, and I fought the urge to take in his stretched out body. I watched Stephan wiping up the bar out the window instead.

  “Fine, suit yourself. I just figured it’d save us a lot of time. There is no reason for us both to go seek out someone to feed our addictions when we’ve already established we can have a good time together.” His fingers touched my hand lightly.

  My emotions were a mess remembering his strong hands taking control of me. The fear that rolls through me every time I can’t go through with it morphing into desire. The way my body froze and obeyed when he commanded it… I couldn’t say a thing as I hastily gathered my things to leave. Going home with him would be a nightmare. Instead, determined not let myself give in tonight, I’d be going out, pretending I was normal with someone who had never paid me any notice my whole life.

  ~*~*~*~

  The uniform skirts and tops were stylish enough that when we girls let down our hair, we didn’t look like we came straight from work. Stephan was lucky enough to wear a Table 21 black button down over his work t-shirt. That embroidered name alone would get him into any club in town. It was standing room only after Veronica and Kelli took the last bar stools. Stephan offered to buy me a drink right away, but I refused. I didn’t need to any loss of inhibitions tonight.

  Searching the sea of people, right away I spotted two men looking in my direction. A little eye contact was all it would take. Usually, I’d go dance and eventually men would come my way. I had no problem having anyone I wanted, except Stephan. My feelings for him started before I had the body and confidence to attract most men. Now he was buying the other girls a drink, wedged between them charming their pants off. I felt like a 14-year-old girl again, sulking as he took someone under the bleachers.