Office Fling

by Amy Brent

  I bit my bottom lip and nodded, “Okay.”

  At my agreement, Ben pulled his hands away from me and in one graceful movement sat back in his chair. He sucked the finger he had used to pleasure my pussy clean as he made himself comfortable. Then, with a hand over the impressive bulge on his crotch and his eyes on me, he motioned with his hand and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”

  “You want me to do it here?” I asked looking around the living room through wide eyes.

  He nodded. “Yeah, right there on that chair.”

  The fear that someone would walk in and see me added a new layer of danger to the whole thing, but it also made the request sexier and me hornier. Taking in a strengthening breath, I got up and slowly removed my dress. Ben’s eyes carefully followed each step of the process, from me flicking the remaining strap off my shoulder to me sliding the fabric down the length of my body until it was nothing more than a pool of fabric at my feet.

  “A perfect body to go with those perfect tits.”

  His compliment breathed new life to my libido and gave me the strength to continue. With my eyes fixed on his handsome face, I hooked my thumbs on the sides of my panties and pulled it down my legs. Once I was completely bare, I straightened by back allowing a man to see me naked for the first time in my life and kicked the garments away.

  The lust in Ben’s eyes as he stared at my pussy made me blush, but it also urged me to continue. Without losing momentum, I sat down on the chair and leaned back, making myself comfortable. Ben licked his lips as I brought my hands to my chest and started massaging my breasts and teasing my nipples. Just like he had done, I rolled and tugged at my rosy peaks until they hardened between my fingers.

  My eyes fluttered with the sweet sensation, but I refused to let them close. The entranced arousal in Ben’s face as he watched me was the fuel I needed it to keep going. As my heart started to race and the throbbing in my center became too intense, my right hand drifted down my chest and stomach until the tips of my fingers touched my mount.

  Slowly and staring intently at Ben, I scooted down a bit and parted my knees wider, so my pussy was completely exposed to him. He licked his lips and grabbed his crotch a bit harder as my fingers finally reached my center. My gaze instantly drifted to the bulge beneath his hand, but just knowing he was hard wasn’t enough for me. After so long fantasizing about him and this moment, I wanted more. I wanted every inch of him bare and exposed to me.

  With my forefinger rubbing a small circle around my clit, I said, “I want to see you.”

  “You are seeing me, baby. I’m right here,” he replied in a sexy, velvety voice.

  “I’m not seeing enough,” I whispered as my finger continued to move against my clit. “I want to see your cock and what you do when you do when you think of me. I want to see you . . .” I trailed off unable to finish the request.

  He arched a brow. “You want me to see me come?”

  I bit my lips at the question and nodded. “Yes.”

  “Like the girl in the porn movie?” he asked in a serious tone.

  The images returned to my mind and added a whole new layer of excitement to my already aroused body. Pulling a shaky breath through my mouth, I nodded.

  A crooked smirk formed on Ben’s lips as he continued to just watch me for a few seconds. Then, he got up from his chair and undid his necktie. “Don’t stop pleasuring yourself, okay?”

  I nodded my agreement and continued to circle my finger around my clit as Ben slowly removed his clothes and tossed them to the floor. The anticipation of finally seeing the only man I had ever desired naked, made my hand take a life of its own. My movements became faster and more urgent with each discarded garment until I felt my belly contract with the prelude of an orgasm.

  My lips parted to pull in a deep breath as his shirt finally found its way to the ground and the sight of the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen came into view. Ben had the most perfect anatomy, every single muscle developed and visible. Although the future doctor in me wanted to name each group muscle and study him like an anatomy book, the horny, needy woman in me just wanted him to come closer so I could run my tongue over each ridge and valley of his incredible physique.

  Following his command, I continued to pleasure myself as he removed his pants and underwear. I gasped as his cock finally came into view. Although I had no experience with penises whatsoever, I was entirely sure that Ben was way above average. He was long and thick with a massive pink head, and I couldn’t help but wonder how in heaven’s name that would fit inside me.

  The buildup of pleasure in my belly intensified as he took a step in my direction, placing that delicious beast right in front of me. I kept my gaze focused on him as one of his hands reached for my boob and the other curled around his shaft. Slowly, Ben teased my nipple and brought his cock to my neck. He traced an upward line to my jaw and circled the tip around my lips.

  The thought of having his cock rubbing against my face was so erotic it made crazy with need. My fingers moved faster against my clit as my lips parted to release a heavy moan. Taking advantage of my opened mouth, Ben placed the tip of his cock right between my parted lips and started pumping his hips ever so slightly while moving his hand up and down his shaft. His baby pulses weren’t enough to make me feel like he was actually fucking my mouth, but they still gave me a taste of how good it would be to have him inside of me.

  I kept my eyes fixed on the live action porn scene happening in front of me and felt the first sparks of my orgasm flicker inside of me. The room was flooded with moans, groans and our whispered voices calling each other’s names as we continued to pleasure ourselves until it became too much to be contained.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned as the warmth of my impending orgasm started to spread through every inch of me. “I’m almost there.”

  A strained smile curled on Ben’s face. “Good, baby girl. Come for me.”

  As soon as those words were out of Ben’s mouth, I closed my eyes and felt my core explode with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. In an almost unintelligible voice, I called Ben’s name over and over as the feeling ripped through every inch of me.

  Right in the middle of the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced, Ben released my nipple, grabbed my hair and ordered, “Open your eyes, Jessica.”

  Like a good girl, I obeyed. Looking straight forward, I saw him pump his cock twice more. Then, with a loud, primal groan, Ben followed me to an orgasm. Warm, white liquid poured out of him in powerful jets that covered my opened mouth, chin, and chest.

  “Was that what you imagined?” he finally asked me once both our orgasms subsided.

  Pulling in a deep breath, I looked down at myself and smiled. I nodded knowing that no matter how crazy or wild they were, with Ben all my fantasies would come true.

  Chapter 16 – Ben

  Knock, knock.

  I groaned at the sound coming from my office door but refused to look up from my laptop screen. After a long and unfocused day, I had finally managed to read through whopping twenty-five pages of a financial report. It was a win not only because it was the one productive thing I had done all day, but also because the two hours it took me to read them had kept my mind away from my personal worries. For that reason, I really hoped that the nuisance on the other side of my door would just walk away.

  Pushing my annoyance aside, I forced my mind to focus once more on the page I was reading and managed to read two lines before the godawful knocking sound echoed through my office once again. Frustrated as hell, I groaned and closed my eyes. Instantly, images of Jessica’s naked body covered in my seed materialized in the darkness. My cock hardened forcing me to quickly open my lids again.

  Suddenly desperate for a distraction, I took a deep breath and barked, “Just come in.”

  The door opened and, to my annoyance, Vanessa walked through the door. She had one of her up-to-no-good smiles on and a paper bag with my favorite little bistro’s logo on. Typically, her lu
nch time visits put a smile on my face, but after my night with Jessica, I felt nothing but disappointment at the sight of her.

  “Hi, Mr. Walker,” she cooed as she closed the door and took a few steps in my direction. “Lisa told me you didn’t have lunch today, so I went to Gennaro’s and got you some gnocchi and chicken.”

  “Thank you, Vanessa. Leave it at the coffee table,” I instructed in a cold tone.

  With an angled brow, she took a few steps sideways towards the sitting area. “No Jessica today? Are you over her already?”

  The questions made me angry. I wasn’t really sure why since I knew she had only asked because I had finally used her name after months of calling her, Jessica. Still, after my little adventure with Jessica in the living room, I knew I would never be over her and admitting that made me realize just how royally fucked I really was.

  After our rendezvous, I walked Jessica to her bedroom and kept her company while she cleaned herself. As we talked, she wowed me once more with her intelligence and wit. I had never really enjoyed the company of a woman—at least, not of one I was actually attracted to— but I found myself enjoying hers more and more.

  The mixture of beauty and sexiness combined with the innocence that was so innate to her was something I couldn’t ignore or resist—not that I wanted to, anyways. In fact, what I wanted was to make her utterly and completely mine. But she had a boyfriend, and I still had no game plan for how to keep Pam from fulfilling her threats. So, I simply kissed her good night and retired to my room where I spent the rest of the night rolling around in my king size bed as I attempted to find a way out of the impossible mess I had created.

  When morning came, I arrived at the unfortunate realization that my attraction for Jessica was stronger than my desire for self-preservation. No matter what, I wouldn’t give Jessica up which left me with little choice and no security whatsoever. Knowing that Pam would arrive home soon and that I wouldn’t be able to hold myself around Jessica, I fled my own home before the sun came up, hoping to avoid both mother and daughter for at least a few more hours.

  The combination of lack of sleep, the sexy memories in my head and the fear of what the hell I would do once I got home, resulted in my grumpiness and lack of focus. Usually, Vanessa would have been the perfect solution to both things, but today everything was different. Today, the only thing I wanted from her was the meal and a lot of distance.

  I sighed and shook my head. With no warmth or care in my voice whatsoever, I said, “No, I’m not over Jessica. I’m just over you.”

  Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. “W-what?”

  “I’m not fucking you anymore,” I said in a very clear and matter-of-fact tone.

  The sight of her trembling lip made me want to roll my eyes. She was nothing more than a casual office fuck to me, and I was clearly just a stepping stone for her. I called her by another woman’s name, and she faked half of her orgasms because we both knew I wasn’t trying hard enough. And still, she was pretending to be upset. It was pathetic and, quite frankly, embarrassing.

  With absolutely no patience, but still aware that I couldn’t afford to piss her off—a sexual harassment complaint would only make my life more difficult, after all—I got up from my office chair and walked to where she was by my couch. With a forced smile on my lips, I said, “Our time together was fun, but my life is very complicated right now. Because I consider you a friend and want you to better your life, I’ll contact HR and tell them to give you a permanent position with a good salary and all the benefits. However, you and I are done.”

  “Are you also gonna tell me to shut up about what happened between us?” she asked with a kind sass I hadn’t seen before.

  This time, I actually rolled my eyes. “Of course. It’s one of the conditions for your new position.”

  Vanessa held my gaze for a few more seconds, then sighed and turned away. “Make it a good job, please. I’d hate for your wife to learn about me—or Jessica.”

  The forced smile slipped from my lips, and my jaw tightened at her threat. I was honestly getting sick and tired of being threatened by women but decided to push the thought out of my head knowing I had more important things to worry about.

  As I grabbed my lunch and walked back to my desk to eat, I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. I had promised Jessica that I would be hers alone, and now that I had fulfilled my side of the bargain I was finally excited to go home and see her. I knew I still had the Pam situation to deal with, but something within me said that as long as I had Jessica beside me, everything would work out.

  Reinvigorated, I poured myself into work and, before I knew it, my day was done, and I was driving back home. Both Pam’s and Jessica’s cars were parked in the garage when I finally arrived home. To my surprise, there was also a beat-up truck parked in my driveway. I frowned at the sight as I got out of my car and walked home.

  Loud music and the smell of burgers grilling assaulted my senses as soon as I walked through the front door. Still frowning, I followed the scent and the sound to the back of the dining room and out the French doors that led into the patio where Pam stood alone by the grill.

  “Hi, Pam,” I said, looking confused from the beautiful set table to my happy looking wife.

  At the sound of my voice, Pam turned to look at me, and her smile grew even bigger. “Hi, Ben! I was hoping you wouldn’t be home too late today. Grab a beer, the burgers will be ready soon.”

  “Okay. Those smell really good,” I said as I grabbed a bottle from the fridge at the far corner and approached her. After kissing her on the cheek, I asked, “What’s all of this about?”

  Pam stole a sideways glance at me and smiled. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she had a chance Jessica’s voice echoed through the open space. “It’s good news, but she won’t tell you until the burgers are on the table. Mom takes her traditions very seriously.”

  My cock twitched, and my lips curled into an involuntary smile as I turned around to glance at Jessica. She was wearing a pretty, flowery dress as she entered through the double doors with a bowl of buns in one hand and her motherfucking boyfriend clinging to the other. Her eyes were angry as they stared at me, but I didn’t give a shit why. Every thought in my head was instantly consumed by a murderous rage at the sight of them all cozy like.

  I opened my mouth to give Jess and that prick a piece of my mind, but Pam spoke reminding me that we weren’t alone. “Damn right, I do. Traditions are important and this weird family we got here certainly needs some.”

  As much as I didn’t want to pay attention to my—fake—wife, I forced myself to. “Well, honey, I’ve never had many traditions, but anything that involves burgers sounds good to me.”

  Pam smiled at my words, and then asked, “You remember Trey, right Ben?”

  I turned to glance to Jessica and Trey once more and almost laughed at the terrified look on his face. Forcing a smile, I nodded and took a step in their direction. “Of course, I do. How could I forget Jessica’s boyfriend?”

  From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jess squirm at the last word in my question. Or maybe it was the serious, angry tone I used to say it. Either way, I appreciated the sight as I extended a hand to greet the boy.

  “Hello, sir,” he greeted as he placed his hand on mine with a hefty dose of hesitation. I didn’t really blame him for it since I had crushed his hand the previous time we met, but this time I was determined to be on my best behavior and shook his hand nicely.

  Jessica stared from her boyfriend to our handshake to me with pain in her eyes. Considering that I had dismissed Vanessa while she was here, at my house, with her sorry excuse for a boyfriend, I had no idea why my niceness toward the boy pained her. Still, her discomfort pleased me. She had to be punished for what she was doing to me, and I would make sure she got what she deserved.

  “Just call me Ben,” I told him in an open and friendly tone. Honestly, I had no desire to be nice toward that asshat, but since it seeme
d to put Jessica on edge, it would be my mission for the rest of the evening. “I feel like I didn’t give you a proper chance before and I should. So, how about you and I sit and enjoy our beers while the women finish their tradition?”

  A broad smile curled on the boy’s face. He instantly released Jessica’s hand and walked toward me. “Sounds good to me, Ben.”

  “Perfect,” I muttered with one final long glance at Jessica.

  After a quick trip to the fridge to grab Trey a beer as well, we sat at the table and talked. There wasn’t a particular subject to be discussed, he just asked about my company and talked about his band. To be honest, I didn’t pay much attention to half of it. My focus was solely centered on the nervous energy that seemed to pulse from Jessica as she watched us from afar.

  Once Pam and Jessica finally joined us at the table, I grabbed my beer bottle and raised it to offer a toast. “A toast, to my lovely wife, this fun meal she prepared and good company. May Trey and I always be this blessed.”

  Pam and Trey cheered at my words, but Jessica just stared at me with the hottest fire I had ever seen in her eyes. I could tell that she was beyond annoyed by my words and the warmth I was showing her boyfriend and mother, but since she was the one who had started this, I simply didn’t give a crap. I was angry as shit at her, and if me being nice bothered her like that, then that was exactly what I was going to do.

  There was an amicable conversation as we enjoyed the delicious homemade burgers Pam prepared. To a passerby—and, probably, Pam and Trey as well—the dinner was just a relaxed and fun family event, but for Jessica and me it was anything but. Every second we were forced to sit together with our official significant others, made the atmosphere between us grow heavier and more intense with guilt, questions, hidden lust, memories that didn’t want to stay in the past and a growing sense of possession that was hard to control.