by Vivien Vale
I’m bouncing on top of Wes’s cock, straddling his lap and he reaches all the right spots. His mouth is closed over one nipple, and he sucks hard enough that it’s almost painful, but it translates into pleasure, instead, and it adds to the sensation that’s happening between my legs.
I’m getting closer and closer to the edge, an orgasm building. My body shivers in waves and my legs are going numb. It’s becoming harder and harder to rock back and forth on his cock as my body experiences the front-runner to a huge orgasm. It’s getting closer and closer.
Wes lets go of my nipple just as I’m about to orgasm and it subsides a little.
“God, Wes, don’t stop,” I gasp out. I press my hand against the back of his head, urging him back to my tit again but he resists.
“Are you close?” he asks.
“I am,” I gasp. He doesn’t suck on my nipple again. I open my eyes and look at him. He has a mischievous look in his eye, and he’s grinning at me.
“Good,” he says, and he holds me with his hands so that I can’t rock all that much.
“Are you going to deny me?” I ask.
He smiles at me, and it’s a naughty smile. “Denial is all the fun, sweetheart.”
“Maybe for you,” I say, pouting. I want more. I want to come. I want a release, and now he’s stopping me from getting it.
He shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says.
Well, two can play at this game. I start moving again, pushing against his hands and soon he lets me go, lets me work my body over his. I move slowly, stroking him in and out of my body languidly. He leans back in the chair, and his eyes are rolled back in his head. I ride him slowly. I gyrate my hips. My tits are in his face, and I move my chest, moving them up and down. He’s riveted to my chest. He stares at me like he’s hypnotized and I keep moving, sliding onto him and pushing back up again, so he slides out of me.
His lips are parted, and his breathing changes. I know I’m teasing him – he’s not going to come like this. Payback is a bitch.
I keep riding him slowly, grinding against him, making him want it more than he’s wanted anything else. His fingers dig into my hips, and I gyrate myself onto him, into his hands. He groans and leans forward, burying his face against my chest. His mouth finds the tender skin on my tits, and he sucks and licks and nibbles me.
I push my hand between our bodies, finding my own clit. He’s not going to come, but I’m set on taking care of my own orgasm, the one he wouldn’t give me. I move up and down his cock. I move my finger in circles over my clit, rubbing myself into a frenzy. The orgasm comes hard and fast, my body curling around his. My muscles clench, and I struggle to keep as quiet as I should.
When the orgasm fades, I straighten up again and look at Wes. His eyes are bright green, and he looks like he’s about to die of frustration.
“You’re a real tease, you know that?” he says.
I smile at him. I’m not usually like this but Wes brings out a very different side of me, and I want to do wild things, be that person that breaks all the rules.
Which I’m doing. I think I’ve broken every rule that exists in the company.
“You’re a bad girl,” he says, and he kisses me, hard. While he does so, he wraps his arms around my body and pushes up out of the chair, taking me with him. He only slips out of me for a short while, while he walks me to the wall. He pushes me up against it, pinning me against the wall with his body. He hikes my one leg up with his hand on my thigh and pushes right into me again like he hasn’t been out of me at all.
I’m barely touching the ground with the one foot that is on the floor – his body holds me almost in suspension against the wall – and he pounds into me. His cock slams deeper and deeper into me, and I cry out.
“Be quiet,” he says in a growling voice, and I bite my tongue, trying not to make too much noise. It’s impossible to keep quiet when he’s fucking me against the wall the way he is. The orgasm I just had in the chair makes a reappearance, and I can’t think straight.
His breathing changes, his strokes shorten, and he pumps into me even faster, and I know it’s just a matter of time before he topples over the edge.
The moment I think it he shoves himself deep inside me. He pumps into me, releasing his load and I get a repeat of my own orgasm as he pushes me over the edge, too. I clutch onto him, my hand in his hair. His face is on my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
The orgasm lasts longer than I expect it to and when we’re finally done, I can barely stand. I lean against the wall even after he pulls out of me. I sag a little and watch him fix his pants. He looks at me as he pulls up the zipper, his face a little slack, still breathing hard.
“You’re fantastic,” he says.
He leans forward and pecks me on the lips. I smile weakly at him. He thinks I’m fantastic? God, he’s more than mind-blowing. I push away from the wall and start pulling my skirt back over my ass. I realize my panties disappeared and look around, searching for them. Wes bends down and finds them under a chair. He picks them up and holds them out to me, hanging from one finger.
I giggle shyly and take them from him.
It takes skill to pull them on over my heels, but I manage to get them up and settled underneath my skirt. I pull my tits together and tuck them into my bra before buttoning up my blouse. I don’t know what I look like. I can only hope I don’t look like I’d just had sex in the office if I do run into someone.
Wes sits down in the chair we just fucked in, and he looks at me. I glance at him and feel a little uncomfortable standing opposite him after we’ve done something so intimate.
“You okay?” he asks. I’m surprised that he asks.
“Do you think we’ll be okay after the whole thing with Leon?” I ask. Now that we’ve done it here at work again – something we never said we would do – I’m scared that it will come around and bite us in the ass again. I know he’s been fired, but I’m still scared that something is going to go wrong.
“Don’t worry about it,” Wes says. “It’s going to be okay.” He gets up and stretches as if his muscles are sore. Well, my body aches, too, but in a delicious way. “I need to get going. Are you coming?”
I look at the table and shake my head.
“I have to clean up a bit, I think,” I say. He nods and leaves the office without saying anything else to me. It’s not that I really want to clean up although the table can do with a good wipe down. It’s also that I want to be alone for a moment and think about what I’ve done.
We agreed we wouldn’t do anything at work because it wasn’t safe. Now that Leon is gone, that doesn’t mean that our jobs are safe and I was so serious about making it work between us without jeopardizing my career.
And now? I couldn’t even tell him no the first time he came on to me. What does that say about me? I know he’s irresistible, but I must be stronger than that.
I don’t want to be stronger, though. Not with him. Something about him makes me want to give it all up, give it all to him. I want to get wet and wild with him.
When I leave the meeting room and walk to the ladies’ room for a towel, I’m relieved that I seem to be the only one in the office. I was nervous that someone would be here and there would be questions – either someone asking me why I’m so late or that someone heard us. But the trip to the ladies’ room and back is without drama, and I wipe down the table.
The room doesn’t smell like sex, which is surprising after what we’ve done but I open the window a little while I’m busy, anyway. I make sure the chairs are where they need to be and when I’m done, I close the window again before I switch off the light and leave the meeting room.
When I leave the building, I realize I’ve redefined the term “working late.”
23
Wes
I have a great weekend. I get to relax for a change. I think Kylie has something to do with that. There’s nothing as good as great sex to get you to relax.
When I walk through the office doors on Monday morning,
I’m in a good mood. My job is going well – Kylie’s project is on track despite the hiccup with Leon – and things between the two of us are great on a personal level. I like being with her. She’s easy to talk to, and she doesn’t expect anything more than what we’re doing. That’s rare for a woman.
When I reach my office, Harold is waiting for me with his hands in his pockets. He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking at the art on the wall outside my door as if he’s been waiting for a while.
“Harold, morning,” I say and smile holding out my hand. He shakes my hand, but he doesn’t return the smile.
“We need to see you in the boardroom,” Harold says. He looks serious, and my good mood wavers a little.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
“Make sure you put down your things and get there,” Harold says before he walks away. My stomach turns a little. I have no idea what’s going on. I unlock my office and put down my briefcase and coat before I head toward the boardroom. I’ve never been summoned this way, and I don’t know what to expect.
I stop at the men’s room and splash cold water on my face. I pat my face and hands dry with a paper towel and look at myself in the mirror. I look immaculate in a black suit with a crisp white shirt. I should be invincible. I’m on top of the world. I just don’t feel like it right now.
Does this have to do with Kylie and our evening in the conference room on Friday? It can’t be. No one could know about that – I made sure we were alone. I double checked when I left, and I know Kylie took care of everything else.
I am worried about nothing, I tell myself. I take a deep breath and walk to the boardroom. I don’t want to leave them waiting. Harold was serious about seeing me. When I reach the door, I take a deep breath and steady myself before walking in. I worked on an alibi for Friday night. I decided to tell anyone that asked that I spent the night at a cigar bar on the other side of town. I know that Kylie has an alibi too, I texted her, but she would do something like that, anyway.
She’s a smart woman.
I still don’t think this has anything to do with what happened on Friday, but I am on my guard, and I will only relax afterward, the way I did after what happened to Leon.
I reach for the door handle and push into the boardroom.
They’re all there. All board members are seated around the table, and they all look as solemn as Harold did. I smile, greeting them, trying to look more confident than I feel.
“Take a seat, Wesley,” Richman says to me.
I sit down and look at the board members one by one. They’re all serious when I look at them, making eye contact only briefly before looking down at the table or up at the ceiling or anywhere they can without making eye contact with me. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. Something is wrong.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Richman takes a deep breath. “I was hoping that you can tell us, Wesley. I thought this business about your alleged affair is over, but apparently, there’s a sex tape.”
I blink at Richman. “What?” I ask.
“You heard me,” Richman says, nodding. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Surely this is some kind of joke?” I ask.
Richman looks toward the window. “Honestly, I’m getting sick of whatever this is. You’re all wasting our time.”
I don’t like the way he makes it a plural, suggesting that I’m part of the problem. I know better than to argue with him, though. Richman in a good mood is already hard to deal with. He’s in a bad mood today, and the man has a lot of power. He can fire anyone besides the owner, and I don’t feel safe right now.
I don’t know why I have such a strong feeling of foreboding.
“Where did this video come from?” I ask. It has to be bullshit. It can’t be real.
“Leon will arrive with it, shortly,” Richman says without looking up at me. I groan inwardly. Of course, Leon is behind this. It was too good to be true that he wasn’t a part of the company anymore. I was stupid thinking I was rid of him. God, I’m such an idiot.
“Have you even seen the video?” I ask. “Or is this just another fake, like the recording?”
Richman shakes his head. “We haven’t seen it. It’s what we’re here for.”
I nod. I don’t have anything else to say. We sit in an awkward silence for a while before the door opens again and Leon walks in. He looks smugger that before if that’s possible.
My stomach tightens. What the hell is he doing here? It feels like I’m stuck in a time loop. He was fired – there’s no reason for him to be here.
“Wes,” he says tightly, barely a greeting.
“Leon,” I reply because I don’t know what else to say in front of all the board members that had him escorted out of the building less than a week ago.
He walks toward the front of the room, standing next to Richman like he’s someone important. I don’t like that he’s there. I’m irritated with him in general. I’ve been so good to this guy, giving him so many chances when he didn’t deserve it. This is how he repays me, by stabbing me in the back like this.
“Has Miss Jordan been summoned?” Richman asks. They’re going to make Kylie watch this, too? I’m upset for her sake. She doesn’t deserve all this shit, and I feel like it’s my fault she’s involved. She comes in a moment later, and then we’re all assembled the way we were last week on Wednesday.
“Take a seat,” Richman tells Kylie. She sits down as he asks. She looks at me, and she’s very nervous this time. It was completely unexpected and I know she’s just as unsure about Friday as I am. I want to make her feel better, to reach out and squeeze her hand and tell her it’s alright. I can’t do that, though, because we’re trying to pretend we have nothing to do with each other. I’m not sure how long that will last, but I’m planning on riding this out until the very end.
She looks away from me without any form of acknowledgment other than that glance, and I know she feels the same. It doesn’t make it any less nerve-wracking, though.
Richman opens a laptop and Leon produces a USB. Richman takes it from him and inserts it into the laptop, pressing a few buttons before he turns the screen so everyone in the room can see. The first gray images appear on the screen, and I hold my breath instinctively.
The footage is so grainy it takes me a moment to realize what I’m seeing. Once I’ve made out the shapes, though, I can’t really unsee it. It’s two figures, fucking. That’s clear enough. And it looks like the conference room Kylie and I used. Other than that, I can’t see anything. A man and a woman are fucking on the table, but it’s impossible to see the faces. It’s such a relief.
I glance at Kylie who’s watching the video intently, but she doesn’t look like she’s going to faint anymore. It’s us – I know that for sure. There’s my hips, slamming against her ass – but they don’t know that, and there’s no way they would be able to figure it out. It can be anyone with white and black office clothes on.
The video isn’t very long, and I think Leon must have set up a cheap camera to capture us. I don’t know how he figured the conference room would be the best place, but it doesn’t matter. The video is so shaky there’s nothing that can be said about it.
Finally, the video ends and Richman slams the laptop shut. He’s so angry it’s palpable, and he glares at Leon.
“That’s enough,” he snaps at him. “I don’t want to hear anything about this again. You’re officially a persona non grata at RidgeCo and you will be escorted out by security if you set foot in the lobby.”
Leon gasps. “But you can see it’s them!” he cries out.
Richman shakes his head. “I don’t want to hear it. Don’t make me drag you out of the building. This time you’ll regret it.”
Leon spins to face Kylie, pointing his finger in her face. It takes all my self control not to jump up and sucker punch that asshole in the nose.
“You won’t get away with this,” he rants. “I’ll be damned if I lose my job
over this. Yet another Jordan slut ruining my life.”
I stand up. His bullshit has gone on long enough. “What the fuck are you talking about, Leon?”
He smirks and turns to me. “You have no idea what your little office slut is really up to. Let me enlighten you. Her mother used to work for the company.”
I glance at Kylie to check her reaction, to make sure she’s okay. We talked about all of this the other night. She was devastated by the whole destruction of her family. I don’t want this asshole bringing it up and causing her any more pain.
But Leon takes that glance to mean something different. He grins smugly like he thinks he’s about to drop a bomb on us.
“Yeah, that’s right. She slept with the boss, too. Only this boss just so happened to be the owner of the company. It was a big mess. She ended up getting fired, there was a ton of drama surrounding it, and then the no fraternizing policy was put into place.”
So far, he isn’t telling me anything I don’t already know.
His smug smile then dissolves into a twisted grimace. “But it wasn’t soon enough. It affected more than just your family, poor little Kylie.”
The way he says it, so demeaning and derogatory, has me ready to launch myself at him, but I catch the nearly imperceptible shake of Kylie’s head.
Leon keeps right on going. “Turns out once Mr. Jordan found out his wife wasn’t the faithful, doting wife he believed her to be, he got his revenge.”
“Jesus, Leon. That’s enough,” I say. I can’t just stand here and let him say such terrible things about Kylie’s parents, even if they did do the things he’s saying.
“No, it’s not. Do you have any idea why she’s here? She wants to take you down—the whole company—because of what happened with her family. And you’re stupid enough to fuck her.”
Richman stands up now, too. “That’s enough of your accusations, Leon. Stop flinging around rumors that you can’t back up.”
Leon smiles again, but it’s a terrible, hateful smile. “Oh, I have plenty of proof here. Because the good Mr. Jordan? I know for a fact that he slept around. Because I caught him fucking my wife.”
