Friends with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  Dax swallowed his sip and smiled. “Man, she makes a mean cup. That’s perfect coffee.”

  “Yeah.” I put my cup down on my desk. “Tell me what you found out.” He was supposed to call about the land and make sure the buying process was under way.

  He gave me a smug smile as if he were quite proud of himself. “It’s all good. This time tomorrow you’ll be the proud owner of the neighboring property next to the St. Croix resort.”

  “Perfect. I’ll let Ashley know she can fly out and get to work on the interior design for the old part. I want to know what kind of style she’s going for, and if she has any specific requests for the new build—all preliminary, of course.”

  Dax sipped his coffee and seeing him savor it pissed me off even more. I looked at my useless cup as we finished up our conversation about business.

  After another of his sips and his sounds of satisfaction, I’d had enough. “Gemma!” I called.

  “Yes, Mr. Porter?” She gave me a sly smirk.

  “Get me a fresher cup of coffee; this time how I like it.” I took the black swill and held it up, and she pranced across the room and took it. She had enough sass that I wanted to take her over my knee, but I let it go.

  “Mr. Fisher, may I get you anything?” Her tone could have followed that question with the following: fresh coffee, a blowjob? I narrowed my eyes, and she hurried out.

  “That was a bit tense. Are you two having issues?” Dax gave me a suspicious glare.

  “No, I just wasn’t enjoying my coffee as much as you. And you don’t have to eye fuck her every time she comes into the room either.” My tone was harsh, and I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let him have her.

  “Why does it bother you? You’re not fucking her, someone should, and if you think that someone shouldn’t be me, I’m going to have to ask you why.”

  He wanted me to confess, and it wasn’t happening. I considered his words. What did it matter? I was done with her, but she wasn’t done with me. She’d saved herself for me all those years, so I didn’t think that she would be so quick to give it up for someone else. Especially Dax.

  “Whatever, man. I’ve told you about our past. If you’re deadest, good luck.”

  “I’ll consider it a challenge, my friend.” Dax laughed and a moment later when Gemma came in with my coffee he got to his feet and eyed her ass as she brought my coffee to my desk.

  “I’ll walk you out.” He waved his hand for her to go ahead of him and cut me a glance. Rage burned inside me even though I knew he wouldn’t get anywhere with my girl.

  “Thank you, Mr. Fisher.” Gemma was all smiles for him, and as she stepped toward the door, he rested his hand on the small of her back.

  “Please, Gemma; call me Dax.” She threw a glance over his shoulder and shut the door. I took the cup and pulled it to my lips and spat it in the trash. Salt. There were at least two packets in my coffee, and I knew that like before it was no accident.

  Chapter 16

  Gemma

  I’d been trying everything under the sun to get Whitt’s attention at the office and had stopped short of showing up at his house again. With Lila not home, I didn’t think it would be wise, and I knew it might upset him if I went out of my way to be in his personal space. The office was neutral ground and fair territory, so I made sure to work my charms when I could.

  Dax was proving to be a big help, even though he didn’t know it and I wondered if the guy had a clue that by flirting with me in front of Whitt, he was playing with fire.

  He showed up fifteen minutes before lunch, and I reached for my phone to call Whitt to let him know that Dax was there, but the guy waved his hand and shook his head to stop me. “No, I’m here to see you.”

  “You miss me that much?”

  “I’m finding I’m in a much better mood when I get my daily dose of Gemma.” He let out a chuckle that I was certain Whitt heard through his door. “I thought today I’d see if you want to go to lunch?”

  The invitation took me by surprise and even though I’d flirted with him relentlessly over the past few days to get a rise out of Whitt, I had never intended for it to go anywhere.

  Just as I was about to say no and thank you, Whitt stuck his head out his door.

  “Yes, I’d love to go lunch,” I blurted.

  Whitt’s eyes widened, and he slapped on a smile when he saw Dax. “I thought I heard you out here.”

  Dax reached over, and the two slapped hands like a couple of high school boys doing a secret handshake. “I was just asking Gemma out to lunch.”

  “Oh, that’s nice.” He gave me a glaring smile, and my face fell knowing I’d taken things a bit too far. “You two have fun.”

  Dax offered him a wide grin. “Thanks, man.” Then he looked at me, and I realized he was ready to go. I grabbed my bag and Whitt watched us as we left.

  Twenty minutes later, the two of us sat in a busy restaurant with too much noise and lighting so bad I couldn’t see the food on my plate. From the way it tasted, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

  I knew Dax felt the same about his entrée when a waiter dropped a whole tray of food. “Some lucky bastards just dodged a bullet.” He motioned to the mess on the floor across the room.

  I giggled before sipping my drink, and he gave me a warm smile. “Your whole face lights up when you smile. I like that.”

  I wasn’t sure what to do with his compliments. “Thank you.” I wiped my mouth and folded my napkin.

  “I knew I should have taken you to the burger place. Whitt told me about this place. He probably knew I was thinking about asking you out.”

  “You don’t think he wanted us to have a good time?”

  “I can see him trying to sabotage it. He didn’t really want me to ask you out. Since you’re Lila’s best friend and all. But, hey, I’m Whitt’s best friend, so if I know anything, it’s that he’ll get over it.” I wasn’t so sure that applied to me and I couldn’t imagine how things would be around the office after.

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to come between the two of you.”

  “Nah. But you know, I’m still not convinced he doesn’t like you himself. But maybe since he can’t have you, because of Lila, then maybe he doesn’t want me to either. I told him it was too bad, though.”

  That had gone over swell I was sure. “Well, you should have picked the burger place, but only because the place stinks and not the company.”

  “I’ll remember that for next time.” We shared a laugh, and I was glad I’d steered him off of the topic of Whitt. Things had grown uncomfortable enough.

  We headed back to the office and all the way there I wondered what Whitt had done for lunch. Had he gone out with someone else? Was he angry? Did he even care at all? I knew it would be horrible if he was truly hurt, but the thought of him not caring really scared me. Maybe I had taken trying to get his attention so far there was no going back.

  Dax walked me to my door. “Thanks for a wonderful time. Maybe we can do it again soon.” He stuck his head in to say hello to Whitt, and he called him into the office. The two talked for a while, and then Dax came out and gave me a smile and a flirty wave as he left.

  I sat a while listening to messages and then decided to go water the plants. It had been days since I’d done it and I knew they needed it again.

  Whitt looked up from his phone when I entered the room, “How was your lunch date?”

  “I’m not sure you can call it a date, but it was nice.” I shrugged. I walked around his desk to the plants near the window, and he grabbed my wrist.

  “Just nice? Where did he take you?” His eyes were hard on mine.

  “To the shitty restaurant, you recommended. Did you do that so we’d have a bad time? Did you expect him to bring me there?”

  “I know my friend. He doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. He’s a lot like me in that regard.” He stood and pulled me to him. “Now tell me, where did he take you.”

  “I did. That’s the only place we went, Whi
tt.” I tugged my arm, but he held it tight. His eyes burned into mine.

  “Did he touch you?”

  “No, but so what if he did?” I gave him a defiant glare, which had him pulling me closer, his thick erection jabbing me in the back.

  “You’ve been real sassy lately; a real little smart-mouth.”

  I licked my lips. “What are you going to do about it? Spank me? You’re not my father. You can’t—

  Quicker than I could blink, he sat in his chair and pulled me across his knee. His hand went down on my ass, and I cried out as the pain turned to an aching desire between my legs. “I’m your boss, so yes, whatever it is you think I can’t. I can. You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing with Dax?”

  “I’ve not done anything.” I squirmed as his hand came down again.

  “Yes, you have. You’ve been flirting with him and eye fucking him to get a rise out of me. He pulled me up to my feet and spun me toward the desk. He stood pushing me against it and then leaned down to my ear.

  “Is it working?” I couldn’t help but giggle, and he slapped my ass.

  “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Or maybe you’d prefer a good, hard fucking?” He reached beneath my skirt and gripped my pantyhose, which I’d worn instead of underwear, and ran his hand down between my legs. Then he gripped my pantyhose and leaned down, using his teeth to rip them. His hands pulled them apart, and they pulled against me as he ripped them to shred.

  “No more of those. I want easier access next time.”

  I grinned. He already promised me next time. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. Let me lock the door.”

  “I already did.” I had locked it behind me hoping he’d take me.

  “You dirty girl. You knew just what I was going to give you didn’t you? That’s why you went with Dax, isn’t it?” I heard his zipper, and then a moment later his cock was pressing against my tight hole.

  “I should fuck you in that pretty little ass of yours.” I shuddered to know that it would hurt badly if he did, but another part of me wanted him to go ahead and do it. I wanted him to take me hard and claim me and never let me go. “But I’ve missed this little pussy so much. You know it too, don’t you? That’s why you taunt me.”

  His cock thrust deep in one long, hard stroke and I cried out, my mouth muffled by his strong hand. He kept it there as he pounded me, his thick shaft brushing against my most sensitive spot until my release had me quivering.

  “I’ve turned you into a wanton slut haven’t I, Gemma?” He ground his cock deep and chills crept across my flesh as he breathed into my ear. “You’re going to stop taunting me, and you’re going to stop using Dax to make me jealous.”

  “Yes, sir.” I wiggled myself on his cock as he buried deep, pressing against me and his hand reached around and gripped my breasts through my blouse, which he yanked so hard, the button ripped.

  “You see what you made me do?” He pinched my nipple so hard I winced, and the delicious sting went straight to my pussy. I reached down and rubbed my little bud, feeling the next orgasm on edge, but he grabbed my wrist.

  He pulled his cock free. “I’m giving the pleasure, not you. You really are a little nympho. This is your punishment for being a sassy little girl. I want you to take it and like it. Do you understand me?” His breath was hot in my ear, and I wanted to cry out with the torturous need for release.

  He leaned away from me, still holding my wrist and opened his desk drawer. Then I felt something silky against my skin as he slipped the stocking around my head. “Open wide.” I did as I was told and he crammed my torn stocking in my mouth. I thought that he’d thrown them away and would have never guessed he’d been keeping them all of this time.

  “You’re going to be quiet for me, aren’t you, Gemma?” I nodded, and he tied my wrists with the other. I smiled around the gag, and he pushed my head down and then grabbed my messy bun.

  His cock centered against me, and this time taking a bit more care to ease in. He rocked back and forth against me slowly, grinding and rutting as desired and I lay there moaning with my eyes closed as he worked me.

  I managed to spit out the gag as I moaned and came, so he pulled his cock free and spun me around. “Get on your knees. You can’t keep a gag in; I’ll make sure that fucking sassy mouth is full.”

  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward, feeding me his cock, and I took a deep breath knowing he was in a mood to be forceful. This was the Whitt I craved. The one who had taken the cook hard and fucked her senseless. Who had come all over her tits like he didn’t give a damn? I was preparing myself for a nice thick load when he pulled me off of his cock and stood me up. “You still think you want me?” he asked, stroking his cock.

  I nodded. “You can’t scare me away. I’ll always want you.”

  Chapter 17

  Whitt

  I pushed her back down to her knees, and she glared up into my eyes as she took me into her mouth. Her plump lips kissed my head, and her tongue snaked out to tongue my slit. I closed my head and rolled my head back. She had such a perfect mouth, and it looked amazing stretched out with my cock in it.

  I rocked my hips, and she strained against her restraints which were behind her back. “Just the mouth this time, Gemma. No hands allowed.” She leaned into me and bobbed her head, working my cock nice and fast then she pulled off, rubbing her face around it, then she took it back into her mouth and pushed herself down, taking it into her throat so far, the rim of my head popped past her tonsils with an audible sound.

  I gripped her head and held her close; then I eased deeper until she turned red-faced and teary eyed. “That’s a girl. Take it deep. Swallow that cock.” She took it as a literal invite and swallowed around my cock, and it pulled it a bit deeper into her throat. Then she spasmed, gagging on it.

  She was so perfect, and I wanted her so bad, but I’d made up my mind after today’s antics that we needed one last farewell fuck and it would be done. For good. But she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

  I pulled her up and pushed her back across the desk and thrust back into her sopping wet channel. I had hoped if she saw how harsh I could be, she’d be turned off, but so far, she seemed to like it rough and raunchy. A slut of my creation. I hadn’t planned to fuck her again, but I just couldn’t be around her and not have sex on the brain.

  If all she wanted was a quick slap and tickle at the office, I could handle it, but Gemma wanted more. More only led to trouble.

  She’d been using Dax against me and the incident with the coffee the other day had really ruffled my feathers. She’d been a little brat since, and it was far time she learned her lesson.

  She moaned as I worked her, and I reached down and rubbed her little bud, giving her a bit of the pleasure she’d tried to take on her own.

  She went crazy, writhing beneath me, and her legs came around me, pulling me in closer. “Fuck me, harder. Please.”

  I was just about to lift her up against me and fuck her standing up when the phone rang.

  I put my hand over her mouth and answered the phone with a breathless voice. “Whitt Porter.”

  “Hey, Whitt. It’s Ashley.” Hearing Ashley’s voice made my cock jump. I’d been seeing her for a while before Gemma came along, but only on random hookups. We were never anything serious, though I had a feeling she’d wanted to be.

  “If you’re not busy, I thought I’d come down to your office and discuss the new site and a few of my visions.”

  “That’d be great.” As much as I wanted to spend the rest of my day inside Gemma, I had to get back to work, and Ashley was the perfect distraction. Maybe she’d even help me put Gemma in her place.

  If she saw me with another woman, then maybe she’d see we aren’t meant to be together or at the very least hate me. She wasn’t taking my hints and if I couldn’t keep myself from fucking her, she never would.

  “Awesome. I’ll be there in a half hour.” She laughed softly. “I can’t wait to s
ee you; it’s been too long.” It had only been a couple of weeks, but so much had happened that it felt like longer.

  “That’s perfect.” I hung up the phone and thrust deep into Gemma.

  “Who was that?”

  “A friend and employee, and she’s on her way.”

  “Did you fuck her too? Like you did Mary.” She must have heard about Mary or guessed, did I tell her? Anyway, I didn’t want to shove Ashley in her face.

  “She’s an employee, Gemma.”

  “So am I.” She ground herself against me, clenching her tight walls to milk me.

  “And I’m serious. This is the last time this happens. I won’t have you sassing me. Are we clear? And stay away from my friend.”

  “You’re horrible at convincing me we’re done.” There was that smart tone. And as much as I wanted to keep fucking her, I knew I had to go. I had to stop this, to get as far away from her as I could.

  My cock swelled as my balls ached and my come shot out, pouring into her in hot spurts. I stayed inside her and took the stocking she’d had in her mouth and rolled it up. And when I pulled out of her gaping hole, I stuffed it inside and met her eyes. “There’s a little something to remember me by.” I hoped that vulgarity had sealed the deal.

  She lifted her chin defiantly. “You’ll miss me.” She stood up and took off her shoes, pulling the ripped pantyhose from her feet and then straightened her skirt and her ripped blouse.