by Amy Brent
“The fuck?” I asked as I saw the face on the other side of the door. I saw her every day at work, and she looked as beautiful as every right now, with her wide eyes and pink cheeks. “You’re Cherie?”
“No, oh my God. I have to leave,” Amy stammered as she started to turn and walk away. I reached out and took her arm gently as she stared back at me.
“Come inside,” I urged her as all the blood raced to my groin and my desire turned into need.
“I’m sorry. I should leave,” she told me, resisting as she pulled away. I saw the fear in her eyes and understood that Amy was concerned about her job and stability, but I pulled back.
“Please,” I begged her as our eyes locked. Amy licked her lips and stepped forward as she glanced on either side of her, slipping through the door before I closed it. “I can’t believe that it’s you.”
“I’m mortified,” Amy admitted as I remembered all the fantasies that she’d shared with me, including several office themed ones. “This ruins everything, Brett. This changes everything.”
For me, I saw her as the incredible person that I always had. I was stunned, sure, but I knew Amy inside and out, and I wanted to give her everything that she wanted. “It doesn’t. You’re as safe with me as you’ve always been, Amy.” I stepped forward, cupping her face as I leaned in to kiss her without hesitation as she moaned against my lips. In between long, deep kisses, I told Amy that I knew her every desire and how she sounded when she came, watching her eyes grow heavier with every word before she’d lean in for another kiss. “I am so glad that it was you,” I whispered as I slipped the sweater off her body and let it drop to the floor.
Our tongues danced together as she wrapped her legs around me and held tighter to my neck, showing me the side of her that I’d been fantasizing about for months. I carried her to the couch, a soft leather piece of furniture that offered room to get to know each other. Lowering Amy to it, I knelt beside her and kissed her harder as she pulled me close. “I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you,” she murmured as I moved my lips to kiss her jaw slowly. I nibbled as she cried out, knowing her every turn on now and planning on pushing all her buttons. “Brett,” Amy moaned as I kissed down her neck, inhaling the scent of hers deeply as I tasted it on her skin. I sucked on her skin and slipped my hands up her thighs, feeling her heat as she arched her back towards me. My cock was straining against my pants, needing to be inside of her after months of need.
I slipped a hand between her legs and found her hot and wet as my fingers slid under the lace of her boy shorts to search for the clit that she needed to be touched. I knew how hard she came from clit play and she rocked against me as I stroked her, finding it swollen and hard. I groaned as I kept moving my hand over her, feeling her wetter as she moaned and pushed against me. I lifted my face to watch her come, jerking against me as her eyes closed and mouth hung open.
It was beautiful just as I knew it would be, both seeing her on a near-daily basis as well as listening to her over the phone.
Amy dropped back down to the couch, and I moved beside her as her hand found my cock under my pants, painfully hard by now. “Take all of this off. I’ve wanted to see you for so long,” her voice was scratchy and weak as I dropped onto the floor beside the couch to find her mouth with mine. I couldn’t count the number of times that we’d gotten one another off at this point and I memorized the taste of her tongue against mine as we kissed heavily. I stood slowly and stripped my clothes off as her eager eyes took in every step of the process, resting on my cock as I fisted it.
“I am hard for you right now. I’ve been hard for you daily since I met you, Amy.” I stared into her needy eyes as I spoke.
“Me or Cherie?” She asked as she moved into a sitting position and stared at the head of my cock.
“I pursued you first,” I answered as I stepped towards her and cupped her face. She’d often spoken about sucking my cock, and I knew that she wanted it as she licked her lips. “It was always you. This is a dream come true for me.” Amy opened her mouth, and I eased my way inside of her as I closed my eyes. Her mouth was hot and wet, wrapping tightly around me as I felt hands circling my ass to pull me closer.
She was encouraging me. I gripped her hair and started to move slowly so she could work around me, tight and soft as I slid in and out. Before too long, we’d established a rhythm, and I knew that I was finally going to come in her sweet little mouth. It didn’t need to be discussed as Amy grabbed and pulled at me, greedily eating away at me as I shot into her throat and called her name. It already had been.
I dropped to the couch once I’d emptied myself inside of her and she moved against me with a soft moan. I pulled her close and held her as we started talking together. “I can’t believe it was you. I always wanted it to be you, but I was falling for Phil.”
“Phil was falling for Cherie as well,” I assured her as I looked into her eyes. “Just like I was falling for you, Amy. It makes so much sense now, the way it felt so natural. I thought I was crazy a few times.”
“So did I,” Amy said as worry filled her eyes. “But what about everything? Work? I can’t have anyone knowing about the phone stuff, Brett.”
“I’d never tell anyone, baby.” I didn’t want her to do it anymore, feeling like she was all mine but I remained quiet. “That is our secret, and we’ll deal with work when we have to. Not tonight.”
We started to kiss again, not done fulfilling our spoken fantasies as I carried her to the large bed in the spacious bedroom. She clung to me as I dropped her to the mattress and kissed her hungrily, pushing her down against the comforter. “What do I smell?” Amy murmured as she raised her arms so I could lift the small dress over her head, finding her nipples bare and hard for me.
“Vanilla candles and roses,” I responded as I leaned down to suck one into my mouth. Had I known, I’d have searched for cider candles to match her intoxicating scent.
“Thank you,” Amy told me as I raised my eyes to hers in the softly lit room. “You made this so much more than sex.”
“It was always more than sex, Amy. There’s just so many ways that we want each other right now that I can’t keep my hands off you. It’s not ending with that, though.” I crawled over her body to kiss her neck as I roamed her freely with my fingertips, stroking here and pulling there. I ravaged her dark pink nipples with my tongue and teeth, making her cry out as she pulled me closer. I kissed her soft stomach down to where her legs fell apart, dropping between them, and tasting her sweet honey. It consumed me as I licked and tasted her, finding even more sweetness dripping against my mouth as I focused on her clit. She moved with me, far from shy and wanting everything I’d promised her on the phone. I pulled and teased her, using my teeth as Amy screamed and tried to thrust against me when I held her still. Amy was going to be at my mercy right now.
I grabbed the box of condoms off the table once she’d come and was begging me to fuck her, ripping one pen and sheathing my thick cock with it. My hands were shaking. This was something that I’d wanted for months, and I looked at her, laying back against the pillows with her halo of curls and her knees dropped haphazardly, open and tempting.
I moved over her, finding her mouth as I positioned myself and savored the moment. I slipped inside of her, slowly, inch-by-inch. Our lips molded together, and our tongues danced as she gripped me like a vise that was made just for me. I buried myself all the way in and moved back to side in again as she wrapped her legs around me. I wanted this to be slow, but it was too hard to hold back, and before too long we were fucking hard and fast, both searching for a mutual orgasm as our bodies rocked together. She felt so good, and her moans echoed around me as I watched her face as carefully as possible, wanting to see every release pass across it to make up for all the ones I’d missed. She started a beat before me, tightening and washing me with warmth before my own orgasm started, our voices raised together as we came hard and long.
I dropped beside her, holding close the best thing tha
t ever happened to me as our damp skin pressed together. It had never felt like that. I had great sex in my years, sex I thought was for the record books, but tonight it felt different. Tonight even made light of my affair with Larisa as I played that back for a moment, knowing that it was nothing more than lust. It would’ve burned out had we chosen to continue it. This made everything before Amy pale in comparison and I knew that I wanted to cling tightly to her.
Amy
Amy
The room was thick with our heat and scent as we relaxed together, while I tried to make sense of all of this. Phil was my boss all along. I knew there were similarities but the idea never crossed my mind before now. I felt him pull me closer and smiled as I acknowledged the feelings in the room as well as the amazing attraction.
I’d wanted him as Brett, but logic won in that situation. It sure fought a fair fight this time, but I gave into my feelings and need and had never felt better as I did right now. I knew him inside and out since we’d just talked so much in addition to all the sex. We talked as friends, potential lovers and two people that were falling for one another and he was in front of me the entire time. I saw him every day and longed to change my decision as I watched him seem to be in love with someone else, but all along that was me.
I knew that I was in love with Brett. The idea thrilled and terrified me all at once when I started to think about the next day or even the next week. Brett said that we were going to focus on tonight and I rolled in his arms to face him as I buried my face into his broad chest. He was all man, powerful and muscle and everything that I’d dreamed of. I kissed him with firm presses of my lips and heard his sharp intake of breath as I tasted the damp sweat on his skin. I’d made him sweat like that, more than just tonight. I’d heard it, and all the memories played through my mind as I licked at his small, firm nipple. Brett groaned as I bit gently and tightened his grip on my back.
We made love one more time with me on top and our eyes locked before hunger got the best of us. Brett called down to order our dinner, smiling at me knowingly as I slipped one of the robes in the bathroom around my body. “What?” I asked with a blush as he slipped on some shorts. God, the man looked good when he wasn’t wearing clothes. I played with my hair absently as I stared at him, deciding to pull it up into a messy bun for a little while.
“Do you like what you see?” Brett teased me as I felt heat wash over my body.
“I always have,” I responded as I followed him to the living room and looked around for the first time. “This room is stunning, Brett.”
“Only the best for you,” he assured me as I smiled at him. We got cold water from the fridge in the nearly full kitchen and sat on the couch to talk while we waited for the food. “That was incredible, Amy.” He stared into my eyes as I smiled weakly. “Everything I thought it would be and more.” He sipped his water. “You don’t strike me as the type to sleep around, though.”
“I’m not. That’s why I work the phone because I can’t do anything more personal. That even took some getting used to for me, to be honest.” I admitted as I frowned and thought back to the disastrous first night while I chuckled.
“How did you get into it?” Brett asked, and I gave him a searching look for a long moment. I hadn’t dated anyone since I started the job and I didn’t know how it would affect this. Brett was just looking at me with curiosity and warmth in his eyes, no judgment.
“A friend did it and when I graduated and got wind of how much I owed for the loans, told me about it. I didn’t have this job with you then, and it seemed like a good way to get ahead of the game to me.” I shrugged. “It was embarrassing at first for me. Once I got some regular clients and grew to know them, it was easier, and it felt good to be able to support myself.”
“You don’t have a big family, do you?” Brett asked as someone knocked at the door. He stood and let them in, telling the young man to leave it by the table overlooking the city before he slipped him a bill. Once we were alone, he gestured to me to join him, and I walked across the large room to look out of the window. “Is all of that a story?”
“Yes, it is. It’s just Mom for me, and she lives in San Diego now, doing the artist thing. We talk a lot, but she’s happy living that life.” I replied as he nodded and stared at me. I knew about his family from work, which gave me an absolute advantage. I knew a lot more about him from our conversations, and I frowned. “You were truthful with me, weren’t you?” He nodded slowly as his eyes went somber as if was waiting for me to judge him. “You did have an affair with your stepdaughter while you were married. That’s crazy.”
“I know that, Amy. I think about it every day and regret what I can, but it’s life, and it gets messy sometimes,” he told me before walking around and pulling me to him. “Tonight, feeling you wrapped around me made me realize that I have never felt this way before. This is different for me, no matter who or what is in my past.”
“I felt that too,” I admitted as I breathed him in, feeling the addiction set in.
“Let’s eat,” he suggested as he felt my stomach growling against him. Brett lifted the lids to reveal a decadent seafood pasta with salad and crusty bread. My mouth watered and he heaped some food on the two plates for us before setting them on the table. Brett poured us some wine from the bottle on the tray and gazed at me across the small table. There was a bigger one in the room off the kitchen that I noticed, but I liked being this close to him. I wrapped some of the pasta around my fork and moaned as I took a bite, tasting the seasoned white sauce.
We talked over the meal, mostly about the city and work a little bit before he cleared his throat and sipped his wine. “I have this room for the weekend, and I’d love for you to stay with me, Amy.”
“What about Monday?” I asked as he licked his lips. “We can’t be seen this way, Brett.”
“I know. I agree with that, but I think we could keep it between ourselves,” Brett replied as heat washed over my body. “I don’t want to fuck you and have that be it. I want us to have something more.” Brett ran a hand through his hair and looked at me again. “I’ve been talking to Daniel. You know how impressed he was with you and he’s made mention of moving you to his office. Not right now but in the future. I don’t know what you think of that idea, to begin with, but with this new development, I thought it might be an option.”
“New York?” I asked as he nodded with a slow smile.
“It’s a gorgeous city, Amy. You’d learn so much with them,” Brett encouraged me as my eyes widened.
“How would we see each other that way?” I asked as he chuckled.
“I have a house there as well, two to be truthful. There’s a charming brownstone and a house out on Long Island as well. I could move there easily and oversee the company from a distance.”
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” I asked as he tilted his head and smiled down at the table.
“Not as seriously as I am tonight. I didn’t know who you were, but I like to keep my options open when I can. I just came here to work at the office, Amy. Moving isn’t an issue for me, not to be with you,” he told me as I frowned at him. “Cole is grown with his family, and I can visit them anytime in Colorado. I’m going back for Christmas since they have a daughter close to being born. I don’t have any ties but him and the woman I’m dating.”
“You want to date me?” I asked as he smirked at me.
“Haven’t I made that clear enough?” Brett asked as he stood and finished his wine. He excused himself for a moment, and I looked around the room and out at the lights of the buildings as I considered his words. Age wasn’t an issue. I didn’t know Brett’s exact age, but he was fourteen years older, give or take. He looked good for his and was fit and healthy, something I craved in a man. He had money, but I wasn’t seeking to be supported by anybody. Sex was incredible with him, and I wanted it again sitting here letting my meal digest. I knew that I was in for the weekend as well as the future and I smiled as he walked back into the r
oom, taking his toned torso up to his handsome face as he watched me. “I think I prefer this to you not looking at me at all,” Brett told me as I stood and took my glass of wine to the couch to sit down.
“It was uncomfortable for a while, wasn’t it?” I asked as he nodded and took a seat beside me. “The night I told you there was no chance for us nearly killed me. I have never wanted anything more, but I feared the work situation, and still do. I just know that fate gave this to us and it feels too good to try and fight what I feel anymore.”
“I agree,” Brett told me as I looked into his face and leaned in for a kiss. He tasted like wine, and the spices from dinner, and I parted my lips to let his eager tongue in as he pulled me gently over his body. We cleaned up the food and put the tray in front of the door before rushing back to the bedroom with an urgency that was new to me.
I think we spent hours pleasuring each other, dozing in between. I’d wake up with Brett between my legs, or he’d wake up inside of my mouth, depending on who woke up first. I was sore but it was a mild pain, and I wouldn’t be turning him away anytime soon, not after the foundation that we had. It was one that I could never deny and the idea of telling anyone how we met made me blush. I might be stumbling into the office Monday, something I dreaded but a thought that I pushed away as he pulled me against his body again.
Brett
Brett
We stayed the weekend together, tangled together in bed and talking after making love yet again. It was probably excessive, but Amy never complained and initiated it easily on her own. I watched her getting increasingly comfortable with me, and she smiled often and laughed a lot. Sunday morning, she rolled against me and snuggled close as her lips found my nipple again. “How do we handle tomorrow?” Her voice was muffled against my body, and I slipped a hand into her hair.
