by Kiru Taye
Lara was on her knees, her mouth covering his dick. All his blood went to his cock. He thrust his hips reflexively and he rammed the back of her mouth. She swallowed around his head and he groaned, his hand going to her head and holding her still as he fought not to come.
She didn’t let up, though, and she kept working him with her right hand and her mouth as her left hand held onto his right thigh. He felt as if he could feel her all over his body.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep this up.” He could barely say the words.
She nodded and moaned around his cock. The action vibrated through him and he lost his control. He pumped into her mouth again and again, his orgasm now within reach as he used her to gain his pleasure. She didn’t try to get away. Instead, she swallowed him each time he rammed in and tightened her grip on his base.
“Fuck!” he cried out as he thrust once. Twice. Tipped his head back and his whole body stilled as he emptied his semen onto her tongue.
He stood there trying to catch his breath as she licked him clean and he went soft. He opened his eyes as she released him and stood, giving him a wide grin.
“I’ve always wanted to do that. Always wanted to be the one giving you pleasure,” she said with a tinge of sadness although she was smiling.
His heart clenched and a rush of emotion hit him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her. Lara made him feel things he shouldn’t. Right now, he didn’t care.
He lifted her and carried her to the desk and sat her on it. He leaned back.
“Now it’s my turn to give you pleasure.”
He reached to the side and pulled down the zip to her skirt. She helped him along, seemingly in a rush, and pushed the skirt down her legs as he pulled it off her. She had on another black lace thong that barely covered her pussy. There seemed to be little air in the room as he hooked his fingers into the straps and pulled it down her legs.
He settled on his knees between her legs and gripped her thighs so he could pull her forward and spread her open. Her pussy glistened just as it had when he’d first seen her naked.
Now, she had her top on, covered from waist to chest, but the rest of her was bare to his gaze. He nuzzled her labia with his nose, breathing in the scent of her musk, letting her juices mark his skin.
His erection reawakened as he parted her labia and gave a slow lick around her clitoris. She moaned and arched off the desk.
“Not too loud, my girl. Everyone on this floor will hear you.”
His breath caught and he stilled as he realised what he’d just said. My girl had been his pet name for her five years ago. It had shown his soft spot for her and his claim on her. But it had just slipped out now without much thought.
She whimpered, drawing his attention again. He leaned in and tunnelled his tongue into her wet channel before dragging it back up to her clit and pressing down. She jerked her hips. He carried on using his tongue to pleasure her, applying pressure then taking it off, stroking up and down several times.
She arched off the desk and gripped his head, trying to push it down to apply more pressure. He didn’t oblige her.
She moaned.
“I want to come,” she pleaded.
“What’s my name?” he asked as he stroked his tongue around her clit for the umpteenth time.
“Mr. Thomas,” she said in grumpy tone.
He chuckled and leaned back, not touching her. “If you want to come, you have to say my first name, like you know you should.”
“I don’t need you to come.” She lowered her hands. “I can do it myself.”
“No, no, no.” He tutted and gripped her arms. “There’ll be no coming for you until you do as I say.”
“You’re bossy, aren’t you?” She sulked.
“Always have been and you know it.” He waited.
“Fine. Ike.”
“Say it again.”
“Ike. Ike. Ik—“
He cut her off when he kissed her hard as he thrust his fingers inside her wet channel. He pumped a few times and then pressed down on her clit with his thumb. She moaned into his mouth, her whole body thrashing for moments on end. Eventually, she quietened and went limp.
He lifted his head. She opened her eyes and gave him a lazy smile of satisfaction. He gave her a brief kiss.
“Now, let’s eat that lunch. And if you’re good, I’ll fuck your pussy before you go back to work.”
She beamed an expectant smile at him and nodded. “Yes, Ike.”
“That’s my girl.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lara floated in a cloud of post-coital bliss as she walked back to her desk, holding her shoulders back and her posture straight. For the first time in weeks, satisfaction coursed through her veins, and she practically bounced as she walked.
Ike had finally fulfilled her wish of making love to her, although it had taken him five years to make it a reality. The affectionate man she’d known had made an appearance as they’d eaten lunch sitting side by side on the sofa.
Perhaps finally sharing physical intimacy with him had thawed the resentment she’d held against him these past five years. She’d relaxed into his arms as he’d fed her pieces of steamed plantain and moi-moi.
Afterwards, he’d settled her astride his lap facing him and had driven into her repeatedly while whispering sweet nothings to her in between kissing her until they’d both climaxed. They’d clung to each other, catching their breaths.
It had felt good to be in his arms finally; she hadn’t wanted it to end. Unfortunately, they’d had to untangle and get dressed. They were both still at work. Luckily, he had a bathroom attached to his office, which she’d used to make her appearance presentable again.
Now, she breathed in deeply as she settled back into her chair. A slight scent of Ike’s aftershave still clung to her skin. She closed her eyes as she remembered the roughness of his chin where the shaved hair was starting to grow back at it had grazed her thigh. The press of his firm lips as he’d kissed her. She raised her hand and touched her lips. Ike was a great kisser.
She wanted to go back into his office and kiss him again. Her skin tingled in remembrance of all the parts of her body he’d kissed. She wanted a repeat performance.
Then she remembered that he’d said their encounter would only happen once. He didn’t want a repeat. Her satisfaction dampened.
Surely, he’d felt the sizzle as well as the certainty that they should be together. The amazing connection between them and his sexy tenderness must prove they could have more times together.
Yes, she knew she wasn’t good enough for him to build a future with. She was too screwed up. Too damaged to ever expect him to want her permanently.
But surely, they could enjoy a bit more of each other for a short while.
“Lara, can I talk to you?”
Popping her eyes open, she swivelled her chair around to find Jane standing the other side of her desk.
“Hi, Jane. Of course. Pull up a chair.”
“I’d rather talk privately. Let’s use one of the meeting rooms.”
Something about her tone felt off but she dismissed it. The woman had been nice to her since she started working here.
“Sure.” She stood up and followed Jane down the aisle into one of the small rooms. She shut the door when she walked in.
Jane didn’t sit so Lara didn’t, either.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Well, I should be asking you that,” Jane said.
“How do you mean?”
“Look, I don’t have to be a genius to figure out what was going on in Ike’s office this afternoon. He had never locked himself in his office with a woman before for that long.”
Lara reared back. “What...how did you know the door was locked? He specifically told you that he wasn’t to be disturbed.”
Jane lowered her gaze, looking ashamed. “I was a bit suspicious so I checked the door.”
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d her eyes and crossed her arms. She hadn’t taken Jane for the interfering kind. “Is this what you do? Go around snooping on your boss’s privacy?”
Jane stiffened and pushed out her chest. “I’m his PA. I need to know what he does, especially when he’s in the office.”
“You sound more like you’re his mother. He is an adult, old enough to make his own decisions without interfering personal assistants.” She fumed, tired of people who tried to bully her or tell her what to do.
Jane winced and for a moment, she was speechless. Perhaps she hadn’t expected Lara to give as good as she got.
“I know he’s an adult and so are you, but don’t you even care about the person you are hurting?” Jane said finally.
“Look, even if there’s something going on between Ike and me, and I’m not saying there is, we are not hurting anyone else.”
Jane’s mouth dropped open and she stared at Lara as if she’d sprouted a horn. “So you think his fiancée wouldn’t care that he is having an affair with you? Do you know how much it hurts when you are cheated on? My ex-boyfriend did that to me for a long time and it was devastating to find out.”
“Um. Hang on.” Lara swallowed. “Did you just say Ike has a fiancée?”
“Yes,” Jane said. “He’s been engaged for six months.”
She gasped and covered her face with her hands. “No!”
“Are you saying you didn’t know Ike was engaged?”
She lowered her hands. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have...”
She didn’t complete the statement because she wasn’t sure she could trust Jane. She didn’t want to confirm the woman’s suspicions although her reaction had probably given it away.
On the other hand, she wasn’t totally sure she wouldn’t have had sex with Ike even if she’d known he was engaged. Their encounter had been a long time coming and she didn’t want to regret it.
“I’m sorry your boyfriend cheated on you. But about Ike, his fiancée has nothing to worry about because there’s nothing going on between us.”
“Thank you. I just didn’t want anyone getting hurt.”
Shame about that, because she was already hurting. “Good. Now I have to get back to work.”
She left the meeting room and headed back to her desk. As she worked, Ike’s engagement plagued her mind. Why hadn’t he told her? Was that the reason he’d mentioned today being a one-off?
The workload meant she didn’t get the time to mull over the issue for too long. But she made the decision to leave Ike to his life and his fiancée.
***
Ike arrived back at his apartment earlier than normal that evening. He’d been too distracted at work after the afternoon with Lara that he’d been unable to work effectively.
Their time together had been special. The glowing smile on her face had been worth the conflict that had threatened to tear him apart for agreeing to fulfil her wish.
It had taken him so many years to finally accept the role he’d played in his brother’s death and to forgive himself. He’d learned to accept the responsibility of being in the position of dutiful first child instead of the reckless middle sibling he’d been prior to Obi’s fatality.
How could he balance pleasing the woman who had meant so much to him in the past when he owed a great deal to the woman whom he was going to marry and spend his future with?
He’d never been the kind of man to keep more than one woman at a time. He’d never cheated before. As he entered his home, his guilt ate away at him and made his shoulders hunch.
The scent of a woman’s perfume hit him before he walked into the living room to find her reclining on the sofa.
“Welcome home, honey.” Gloria Rawlings stood up and sashayed over to him. She carried herself with class and sophistication, a woman used to having attention and getting her own way.
“I didn’t know you were coming over today,” he said, hiding his surprise.
“You work so hard. I thought I’d surprise you.”
She draped her arms around his neck. Her high heels meant they were face to face. She pressed her lips against his. He took a while to respond.
She broke the kiss and looked at him with a frown on her face. “Are you okay?”
He sighed. “I’m just a little tired. It’s the reason I came home early.”
“Poor baby. Why don’t you go take your clothes off and freshen up? I’ll make sure the chef has something prepared for you.”
He tried not to roll his eyes upwards. He was waiting for the day Gloria would volunteer to cook for him instead of instructing his chef. Not that he wanted her in the kitchen cooking all the time. Just that it would be nice if she would at least do it once. Then again, she had never worked a day in her life. Her wealthy parents had pampered her. And he would admit that he indulged her, too.
She was the woman he was going to marry and he could afford to pay a chef to cook his meals, so it wasn’t a big deal. Other domestic staff took care of other household chores. And he didn’t expect her to do those, either. When they married, things would continue in the same vein.
In the bedroom, he removed his jacket and tie, folding them over the armchair in the corner. He toe-d his shoes off and removed his socks. Then he strode into the en-suite and turned on the shower before stripping off the rest of his clothes. He stepped under the warm spray and washed himself quickly, scrubbing his body to make sure no part of Lara or her scent remained on his skin.
Then he cut off the water and dried himself with a towel before tying it around his waist and going back into the bedroom.
Gloria came in.
“I hope you’re feeling refreshed,” she said as she caressed his bare body, starting from his back and then coming to his chest.
His dick gave an unenthusiastic twitch but aside from that, he didn’t feeling the usual pre-sex excitement he would have when she did the things she was doing.
She must have noticed his lack of response because she said, “Still feeling tired?”
“I’m sorry. Perhaps later.” He hoped his lack of interest would pass quickly.
“Okay.” She pouted. “Come and have dinner, then.”
She strode out as he got dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. In the living room, the table was set although the food wasn’t out yet. Gloria sat on the sofa flicking channels. He walked to the adjacent sofa and sat down.
“I need to talk to you.” He sat with his elbows on his knees as he leant forward, his hands steepled together.
She put the remote on the table and looked at him. “I’m listening.”
He sucked in a deep breath and puffed it out. “I had sex with another woman.”
Her mouth dropped open. For several seconds, she didn’t say anything. Then, she frowned. “Ike, if you’re joking, it’s not funny.”
He shook his head. He felt shitty for doing this to her, but he had to tell her the truth. “I’m not joking. I cheated on you.”
“What? When? How?” She jumped off the sofa. When he didn’t reply immediately, she shouted at him. “Tell me when you did it!”
“Today. In my office. It’s a one-off and won’t happen again.”
“You expect me to believe that? You just come home and tell me that you cheated on me and you expect me to accept that it was a one-off?” She paced back and forth as she spoke in a loud voice. “How long has it been going on?”
“I swear to you that it only happened once. Today. I won’t cheat on you and keep it from you.”
“You are sure it was just today?” she asked in a calmer tone.
“Yes. It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”
“Okay. I accept your apology. Our upcoming wedding is more important than some woman who can’t keep her hands off other women’s fiancés.”
He stifled a gasp. He hadn’t been expecting her to forgive him so quickly, especially after her outburst.
“But I need to know who the woman is,” she continued.
“Does it matter?”<
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“Yes, it does. I need to know.”
“It was Lara Johnson.”
Her eyes widened and she reared back.
“The Hillcrest Lara Johnson?”
He nodded.
“You had sex with Lara Johnson? That trashy whore?”
Ike was off the sofa before he even knew what he was doing. He gripped Gloria’s arm. “Don’t ever talk about her like that!”
Her eyes widened.
“You’re hurting my arm,” she whined.
“Did you hear me?”
“Weren’t you there at the party where she threw herself at Malcolm?”
He narrowed his eyes. “That’s no reason to call her nasty names. Anyway, what do you know about the party?”
She shrugged. “Just what we saw.”
He released her arm and stepped back. “Well, if you want this wedding to take place, don’t ever call her a whore again.”
She let out a gasp. He left a shocked Gloria in the living room and headed for the kitchen.
Chapter Fifteen
“Hi, Lara.”
Lara looked up from her laptop screen when she heard her name.
“Hi, Femi. How are you?” she replied a bit distractedly as her mind moved from calculating figures to registering the man standing in front of her.
Femi was an accountant from the finance team assigned to work with her to report on the project finances. She had been introduced to him on her first day at work in TI and they had got on quite well. Being in his late twenties, which was not much older than she was, and just slightly taller than her, he was easy going, boyishly good-looking, and always smiled at her anytime they came into contact.
“I’m fine,” he replied pleasantly, flashing a set of white teeth. “Have you seen the latest finance report I emailed you yet?”
She smiled back. “Yes, I’m just reading it now. I was going to email you once I had finished reading it. Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, no. It’s just that Olu requested to see the report before the sponsor briefing this afternoon. I wanted to run through it with you.”
“Okay.” She nodded.
