by S. Moose
I stop thinking and let myself go. I don’t feel weird anymore. It’s a bit humiliating, sitting here in the conference room getting myself off, but at this moment I don’t care. Soft moans slip past my lips as his breathing increases. I love the sound he’s making over the phone. I love what I’m doing to him. Closing my eyes, I let myself go, imagining Sharp stroking his hard cock. With a man this demanding and sexy, I’m sure he’s well endowed. His confidence screams perfection.
“Oh God,” I moan, playing with my clit faster and faster.
“Come. Now.” And I do. I let myself go and fall back in the chair.
“Don’t ever argue with me again.”
COMING HOME AFTER DINNER with Mom and Grayson, I look through my messages and see a few from Camila.
Camila: I hope you’re having a nice night. Mine’s pretty low key. Went out with Natalie and Taylor for some drinks, nothing special.
Camila: I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of clingy person. I’m bored that’s all.
Camila: I’m home now...Alone
I smile from her last text message. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t have her think I want her, even if I do. I have strict rules. Relationships are out the window, and I don’t repeat my sexual partners. Women, to me, serve one purpose. They are to suck my cock, ride me and let me fuck them from behind. I like seeing a woman’s ass in the air. Missionary style is for idiots. When I take her from behind, I control everything. I control her body, and I control what she sees. Taking a woman from behind means she doesn’t look at me.
Me: I see that you missed me or is that your pussy talking?
I normally don’t carry on conversations with women, but Camila is different. Her sass-and-fire attitude attracts me. So with that, I decide to surprise her with something I haven’t done since I was a teenager.
Me: Picture attachment sent
Setting my phone aside, I get up and head to the room Grayson’s sleeping in. Walking in the room, I stand over his crib, lightly touching his face. I’m a good father, I keep telling myself. Watching him sleep for a few minutes brings me reason. Grayson’s my reason. He’s the strength I need so I don’t lose focus. He’s the reason why I work hard and can be what he needs.
“Soon, Grayson. Daddy will make everything better. Soon,” I kiss my index and middle finger then place it on his forehead.
Slowly walking out of the room I head back to my office and pick up my phone.
Camila: OMG, A DICK PIC? YOU SENT ME A PIC OF YOUR DICK? HOLY SHIT!
Me: Now you have the picture of my anaconda to look at and get yourself off. Your pussy is going to fucking love it. Your mouth wants it. I know you do. I know what your body needs, Camila.
Camila: What are you doing to me?
Me: Doing what you want. Doing what you need.
Camila: Do you have a filter? Do you understand boundaries?
I smile, reading her response. There’s nothing stopping me from getting what I want. I’m not used to women rejecting me. I get what I want, when I want it, without argument.
Me: How long have we been talking for?
Camila: Like six weeks.
Me: So you know I hate boundaries and being told what to do. Why do you think I own a business? I’m the fucking boss. I get what I fucking want. If you don’t like how I am, don’t text or talk to me. We can go back to being professional. You’ll go back to a mere employee. Maybe I’ll remember your name. Maybe I’ll remember your position.
Sitting back in my chair I stroke my chin waiting for her response. She’ll respond.
Camila: I’m not used to this.
Me: You will be. I like you, Camila. You’re different from other women. You’re compliant, but you can put me in my place. I like the fire inside you.
Shocked with my revelation to her, I realize she’s a challenge. And I enjoy challenges. Maybe she’ll be the one to have me break all the rules. I grin, thinking about the little incident in the office. I own a security company so I have cameras everywhere. She’s fucking beautiful, and I want her. My dick wants her. My mouth wants to devour her, and taste her sweet juices.
Besides that, she wants me to feel like who I am. She’s not doing this to fuck me and brag about it like most women do. She’s not in this to get anything from me. The money and name doesn’t matter to her, at least that’s what it seems like. I’m never wrong about people.
Never.
IT’S SAFE TO SAY I’ve looked at his dick over a hundred times. Damn, it’s a beautiful cock. Nice and big and wide. Fuck, would that fit in my pussy? Fuck, what I’m I thinking! I can’t think this! Sharp’s my manager, and this is against company policy or whatever…Right?
But. Damn.
I need a distraction. Now! Grabbing the files from my bag, I head to my office, but walking down the hall I pass his room. Placing my hand on his door, I trace his name with my other hand. Patrick. My precious baby. He died in my stomach, but I wanted to hold him. Yet, when he entered this world Henry took him out. He didn’t want me to cry and get attached. I was so angry, but I understood. I never got to hold Patrick.
Holding the door knob, I stand before his door and rock back and forth, debating if I should go in or not, and it kills me because I can’t step into his room without wanting to break down. Gaining the strength I need, I open the door and my eyes go to the painting on the wall. I spent days perfecting the picture of the moon and stars. The quote, always kiss me goodnight, stands out. The wooden rocking chair in the corner sits still. I never got a chance to sit in it. I never got the chance to change Patrick and hear his cries. My hands trace the painting, and I look in his crib. There are teddy bears all over the corner of his crib. The baby-blue blanket rests on top, never being slept in. Standing here brings back memories I’ve kept inside. I haven’t thought about Patrick in months. Sometimes I forget. I hate myself when I do. When I forget it means I don’t love him, and that’s not true. I love Patrick and will always love him.
Leaving his room, I head towards my office and get to work. I turn on the computer and pull up Sharp Security Inc. I log into my account and start working.
Hours of work later, I lift my arms over my head and stretch my body. It’s been so long since I’ve been holed in my office, but the work I needed to have done is done. Emailing the files to Sharp and Taylor, I pick up my phone and see if Beverly’s up for a late night dinner. She’s pregnant, so I know she’s hungry.
Beverly: OMG so hungry. Come pick me up. I’m craving some Denny’s right now!
Me: Lol, okay. I’ll be there soon.
Grabbing my purse, I head out and pick up Beverly. She waddles to my car, and we head to Denny’s. The drive is quick and soon we find ourselves in the booth with plates of food. Fried food is the answer for everything. Sure I’ll kill myself in the gym tomorrow, but right now I regret nothing.
“So how the hell are you?”
I laugh, “Really good, actually. Work is going really well, and the divorce is almost final!”
“Finally! I’m glad you kicked his ass to the curb.”
“Me too, but I have something to show you.” I reach into my phone and show her the anaconda belonging to Sharp.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out! Holy shit. I would lick that man’s dick any day. Shit, and I thought Dylan was huge. Wow, so this is your manager?” I nod. “The manger you’ve never met?” I nod again. “You’re a lucky bitch.”
“We talk, and he brings out something in me. It’s kinky and damn it’s hot.”
“You are lucky.”
“I know,” my voice squeaks, but I can’t help it. Talking to Sharp is sexy and seductive. He brings my body to levels it’s never known, and we haven’t even fucked. I think about it though, wonder how he’ll feel when he’s in me. Will he be rough? Will he spank me or pull my hair? Shit, I know I’ll want him to. I sigh thinking about when he’ll be back in the office.
“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”
“Sure am,” I grin like a sc
hool girl. “Can you imagine how he’ll be in bed?”
“I can only dream.”
“Me too.”
When I drop off Beverly, I head home. I’m excited to spend my time tonight with someone else. Heading to the bathroom I hop in the shower and get nice and clean. Running the razor across my legs, feeling how smooth it is, I take a breath and wash the shaving cream off my legs. My hand finds my smooth pussy, thank you, wax, as my fingers enter my slick folds. Throwing my head back I imagine Sharp’s glorious anaconda, wishing he were here, fucking me against the shower wall. Mmm, shower sex. I’ll be sure to do that soon. I’m breathing heavily, about to come when instantly I stop and get out of the shower. I get into bed, naked and wet, pulling out my phone and decide to take a little video of myself to send to Sharp.
What the hell is this man doing to me? This isn’t me, but I love it. I love the new Cam. She’s sexy and hot. She doesn’t give a shit about what people think about her. Slowly the real Cam is coming back and fuck, do I miss her.
Finishing the video, I attach it to a text and send it to him with the biggest smile on my face. In a few minutes my phone vibrates.
Sharp: Fuck, Cam. That video was nice. I’m impressed. You seem to surprise me with every turn. Did you think of me while fucking that delicious cunt?
Me: Yes. I did. She wants you so bad.
Sharp: I see. Well, soon your pussy will have my dick, and you won’t ever get enough.
I try to think of something clever or sexy to say back, but I don’t. He’s so confident it’s sexy. He knows I want him. In more ways than one. He’s dangerous and brings me to a new high. A high I haven’t been on for years.
Me: You’re an addiction, Sharp. An addiction I don’t want to give up.
Sharp: Then don’t.
Me: Don’t tell me something you think I want to hear.
Sharp: I’m a man to my word. If I tell you don’t give up, then don’t give up.
Holy shit. I know I haven’t known him for too long, but I know he normally doesn’t let down his guard. Behind the sexy, dominating man is a man who wants something more in this life as well. He’s showing me a glimpse of the man behind the foul mouth. But why am I different?
Me: Am I the only one you’re talking like this to?
Sharp: Yes.
Me: I don’t want to be the girl you fuck and leave.
Sharp: You’re breaking all my rules. No one has done that before. I don’t usually have women as friends, besides Natalie and Taylor, but you…You’re different. You have a beautiful fucking cunt, and those sexy moans stay on my mind. If I could leave Paris now to see you I would.
Wow. I’m speechless. At a loss for words, I simply smile. You know those smiles from ear to ear, showing your bright white teeth. Yes, Sharp makes me smile.
IT’S NEARLY SIX in the evening and I’m still in the office. I’ve had to take some time off to deal with the divorce lawyers and trying to sell the house. Henry’s been quiet throughout the meetings and won’t look at me. Sometimes I wonder why he comes since he won’t talk to me. I sit there, with my lawyer by my side, and listen to them hash it out. It’s clear what we want. I don’t want to drag out the divorce and neither does he so we’ve agreed to keep what is ours and split the amount in the savings. We’re splitting the money we receive from selling our house as well. But selling the house, the house we built together, stings. Divorce is never easy and I never thought I’d be in this situation, but here I am.
Looking around the empty office I take in the quietness. Usually everything around me is noise and I never have a moment to sit back and relax. Everyone’s gone for the night. Since it’s Friday and we completed over twenty projects this week, Taylor’s treating everyone to drinks. I’m not in the mood, so I decide to stay behind.
Sharp: Why are you still at the office?
Me: Don’t feel like going out and don’t want to go home.
Sharp and I are getting closer each day. Sometimes we’ll have sweet conversations, but most of the time his naughty mouth is turning me on. But since that day in the conference room he hasn’t had me do that again. When we’re not being kinky, Sharp listens and isn’t an asshole. It’s a rare time when he’s not an arrogant, sexy asshole, and I do love that side of him. There are so many sides of Sharp, and I love each side. He’s a sexy, foul-mouthed asshole I’m completely falling for.
Sharp: Why? Don’t you wanna get into bed and touch yourself.
Me: Mmm, that does sound like a plan. I can’t wait to meet you.
Sharp: So you can fuck me? Let me devour your delicious pussy and make you scream my name? That can be arranged.
Me: You’re an ass.
Sharp: Yet, here we are talking.
He’s right. Sighing, I open a few browsers and work on a project due in two weeks. Looking outside my window, the August clouds spread through the skies, shimmering with pink and soft orange. Looking outside brings some peace to me. It’s like that feeling when suddenly you realize how you’re living your life and you want to change, but you can’t. There’s an invisible force field holding you back. Only one person can release you from that pain and being held down. Yet, you have no idea where that person is, the one who is holding your heart. He might be dead or he might be happily married with a sexy wife and a beautiful baby. See that’s the thing about not knowing where someone is. Your mind wanders and you think about the most fucked up shit. Of course I hope he’s alive and well. At least that’ll make one of us.
Looking down at my calendar I notice the date, August 20. It’s his twenty-eighth birthday. Happy birthday in Heaven I think to myself. Silently I say a prayer and hope it reaches my Ayden.
“Meet me at our spot at 9pm. We’ll start over, and I’ll take care of you, Camila. I’ll always take care of you.”
Deciding it’s time to go home, I lock my computer and grab my things. I’ll finish more over the weekend, I tell myself.
The drive home isn’t too bad. I fight trying to keep my eyes open. I didn’t realize how tired I am until now. When I make it home I notice Henry’s car in the driveway. “What the fuck?” I whisper.
Rushing inside I find Henry in the kitchen drinking a glass of my wine. “What the fuck are you doing here?
He comes over to me, pulling me to his body. “Shhhhh.” My mind is reeling, confused with what’s going on. His hand snakes over my skirt as he slides it in and plays with my folds. “You like this?”
“Get the hell away from me,” I seethe, but damn it does feel good to have someone else touching me. “Stop, Henry!”
“Tell me to get the fuck out of the house, and I will.” Shit, this is bad. “You’re so wet, Cam.”
“Keep going.” There’s no more passion between us. This is strictly just sex. I need this right now.
“Ride me, Sweetheart.” Without thinking, I straddle his hips and slowly slide down on his hard cock. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”
His eyes are watching me, but there’s no emotion. “Does it feel good? Me riding you?”
“Uh, yeah, Cam. Really good.”
“Tell me how you want it.”
“You’re doing it, Sweetheart. Just keep fucking me like this.”
Henry’s lips kiss me all over while I’m riding him. My wet pussy tightens around him, and he tells me how good it feels. Bouncing up and down, I close my eyes and throw my head back, yelling his name.
Quickly he picks me up and pushes me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his taunt waist as he fucks me fast and hard. Yes this is what I want!
“Henry, fuck me hard. My pussy needs it so bad!”
He grunts fucking me harder. His hand wraps around my neck pushing me harder against the wall. Fuck, where did he learn that? His hand tightens a little more, and as painful as it is, I really like it.
“Oh shit, I’m about to come. Fuck.”
“No! No!” It’s only been a few minutes! “I need more!” He slows down and pulls out of me. Lying me on the kitchen floor his mou
th finds my pussy and he teases it, licking and sucking. Shit, it feels so good.
“Oh, God! Henry!” I want him to keep going. Fuck! “Yeah! Fucking keep going.” He does this for a while. Commanding me to wrap my legs around his neck, he slightly lifts me up and continues to eat me out.
“Need to fuck you again,” he grunts. His hard cock enters me again as he continually slams into me. “Can’t hold on. Oh yeah. Shit, Sweetheart, I’m coming! Fuck, you’re so good.” His body stills, tipping his head back, groaning in pleasure.
Getting up and straightening out my clothes, I say, “Thanks for this,” I wink.
“Pleasures all mine, Sweetheart. We should do this again.”
“Maybe. Now go.”
When he walks out the door, I run for my phone. I need to talk to Sharp.
Me: Awake?
Sharp: Yes.
I hesitate to text him back. The little romp with Henry makes me feel guilty. I know Sharp and I aren’t together, but I feel guilty.
Sharp: Camila? I don’t like waiting for a response when you’re the one who texted me first. What is it that you want?
Me: Just needed someone to talk to…Can I get the sweet Sharp tonight? Please?
Sharp: What’s wrong?
Instead of texting my issues to him I press the ‘call’ button and put the phone to my ear. I need to hear his voice again.
“Camila,” that voice sends chills down my body.
“Henry and I just fucked.”
“What? I thought you and he were over.”
“I thought of you.” I love hearing the sound of his voice. I love nearly everything about him. “When he was fucking me, pushing me against the wall, I thought of you. I wanted it to be you.”
“You called me to tell me about your love fest with your husband? And you thought of me?”
The hint of play in his voice makes me smile. “Soon to be ex husband and yes.”
“Tell me what you were thinking about.”
I stop breathing and my face turns all shades of red. “I thought about you inside me, how you fill me and bring my body to feel every type of pleasure imaginable.” My pussy is wet while I’m talking to him about this. “I love being on top, and as I ride your anaconda, you’re gripping my hips. Your large hands are holding my hips, helping me bounce up and down.” His breathing quickens. Hearing how I’m affecting him turns me on. Looking around, making sure I’m alone, I slowly bring my hand to my wet pussy. Talking to Sharp does things to my body. He takes me on a delicious high. His filthy words turn me on and all I can think about is riding his cock and feeling him fill me. I moan in the phone. “I’m touching myself right now, Sharp. I want this to be you.”
