Office Perks

by S. L. Siwik

  “I mean every word.”

  Her fingers massage my scalp and then run through my hair. Her hooded gaze sends flashes of blood down to my groin as she leans over, kissing me.

  Her lips brush against mine, teasing me with the softness of her tongue darts out onto my lips.

  I hold her gaze and find that she is as deeply moved by my admission as I am by confessing it.

  My tongue swirls around her nipple before kissing my way down her stomach. Victoria has been forced to lay back down so that I can continue worshipping her body. My teeth graze across her belly button, tugging at the skin gently while my hands part her thighs wide open. I tease her with just a flick of my tongue against her sex as she groans and writhes beneath me. A smile plasters to my lips as I kiss the inside of her thigh, slick with her moisture. I rub the back of her thighs, massaging the muscles as I go.

  “Blaze,” she murmurs out, “I want you inside of me.”

  I glance up to meet her smoldering gaze. Crawling back up to her mouth, our lips sear together as my hips rock back into her. Victoria’s head falls back on the pillow as her eyes flutter closed. Yanking on my hair, her fingernails claw up my shoulder blade. Her enthusiasm only causes me to take her harder, to possess her like she already possesses me. When I’m done with her tonight, she’ll never want another man again. I grab her wrists and pin them down on the bed as my hips rock back and forth coaxing wordless pleas from her lips.

  “Think you can handle a little more?” I ask, my voice purposely low.

  Her eyes tell me that she can. I push myself deeper inside her, losing myself in her depths.

  She’s groaning into my mouth and even if she could move, I don’t think she would, the sheer ecstasy of the moment paralyzing her. She can only take now what I’m giving her, the sensations I’m causing in her body. Our bodies are slick with sweat, sliding off each other. Our mouths mold together, drops of perspiration drip from my forehead on to the silk sheets. She screams into my mouth as her body clenches down around my cock in a vice-like grip.

  Victoria is kissing down my throat, and the feel of her moist, persuasive tongue is making it hard to concentrate. Her tongue licks my Adam’s apple, sending electrical bolts through my body, and frustrated, I bite her lower lip. Victoria squeezes my hands, and her sex is still gripping my body. I can’t hold out much longer, and my release explodes from within me.

  “Give it all up. I want every drop,” Victoria demands, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

  Upon hearing her words, another shudder rips through me along with more of my release as she bites down on my collarbone. Her teeth tear at my flesh, and I hope she leaves a mark, so tomorrow I know I haven’t imagined this all. Her sex clenches on me again, and when it releases, even more flows through me. I can’t remember a climax that’s ever felt this good, this satisfying before. It’s becoming an addiction for me now.

  I brush her sweaty hair out of her face, kissing her lips, both of us smiling.

  In these quiet moments of her body pressed against mine while I stroke her hair and back, I feel the love radiating out of her. It’s in the tender way she touches me, the way her palm massages my skin as they graze over my body. I sigh in relief knowing that this isn’t one sided.

  “Tell me something, Blaze,” she says before kissing my lips.

  “What do you want to know, Victoria?” I ask, kissing her again.

  “Anything you want to tell me. Anything at all.”

  As I look into her deep probing eyes, I realize she wants me to tell her something personal.

  “Tell me about school. Did you like it?” she asks in suggestion.

  “School was always easy for me,” I admit.

  She nods. “Me too.”

  A silence takes over, but when I meet her eyes I know that she wants more, and I want to give it to her. “I was very close to my father. He was the most incredible man. He died ten years ago just as I was making my own name for myself. I miss him every day.”

  Her fingers thread through my hair as she kisses my lips. “What about your mother?”

  “She died when I was five. I remember very little of her except bits and pieces of memories,” I admit.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she apologizes.

  “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore to talk about it. She actually died accidentally from a cocktail of prescribed medicine. It was when a few different psychiatric drugs were just coming out on the market. The doctors were careless…mistakes were made.” Sympathy pours from her eyes as her fingers brush down my back. “My mother suffered from anxiety. She was trying to get it under control. She was an artist, a very talented one, but she felt emotions too deeply. The same problem that made her such a great artist plagued her in everyday life. She would hole herself up in a room, because the anxiety attacks would be too much for her to handle. They weren’t bad when my father married her, but apparently became much worse after I was born for some reason.”

  “I’m so sorry,” Victoria whispers.

  “It’s alright. Like I said it doesn’t hurt to talk about it anymore. My mother was in many respects the opposite of my father and I think that’s why they were drawn to each other. After she died, my father, grief-stricken, was hell-bent on making the doctors pay and eventually they lost their licenses. A few years later, he met Ben’s mom, and a few months after that, she came to live with us. There is a thirteen year age gap between Ben and me. When I was eleven, I became an uncle. I thought it would cause us to grow apart, but the opposite happened. Ben, his son…the one who you met at the office… and I would all spend time together on the weekend. As we grew older, the age gap became less of an issue and in many ways he guided me in high school and college. When I graduated college, his law practice was already well- established. It just made sense to team up with him. I don’t give a damn that he’s not blood; he’s my brother, his son is my nephew. And there’s your story.”

  She smiles. “It was a good story. I loved it. Thank you.”

  She presses her lips to mine again, but holds them there, not pulling away. Her fingers thread through my hair again and her lips part. Her tongue trails along my bottom lip.

  “There is a bottle of champagne outside,” I suggest.

  Victoria stands up, running to the door naked. With my hands above my head, I watch her. What a view. Victoria glances both ways before pulling in the cart, closing the door with her foot. I stand up, taking the bottle out of the ice. “Allow me.”

  Her eyes rake up and down my body as she licks her lips.

  “Lay down on the bed.”

  She does as she is told like a good girl. I grab a glass, placing it on the end table.

  “Spread your legs open.”

  I kneel between her thighs.

  “That’s my first bottle of Cristal,” she says, licking her lip in nervousness.

  “Is that so? Then I suppose you’ve been never been fucked with a bottle of Cristal either.”

  Her eyes widen as I slide the neck of the bottle into her. Her eyes roll back as her head falls onto the pillow.

  “Blaze…”

  “How does it feel having this bottle up your tight little pussy?” I ask as I slowly push and pull back the bottle inside her.

  She breathes out. “Good. But, it’s not as wide as you.”

  “Should I fuck you with the other end then?” I ask, smiling.

  Her eyes widen, and I laugh.

  I fuck her harder with the bottle, hitting against her sweet spot, the place my cock had been not long ago. Victoria is groaning, grabbing at her breasts as her hips buck, pulling the bottle into her. I keep up the pace, rubbing her clit at the same time until she wails. I watch her as her mouth opens and her eyes roll back. So beautiful. I could watch that face forever and never tire from it.

  I pull the bottle out of her and open it. When the cork pops out, champagne spills out all over that gorgeous pussy.

  “I’m going to enjoy drinking that up.”
r />   Victoria smiles. “I’m never going to be able to look at a bottle of Cristal without shivering again.”

  “Good.”

  Moving to the side of the bed, I hold the champagne bottle above her mouth. Her lips part and I pour it very slowly.

  I take a swig of it myself. I have tasted so many bottles of Cristal that at this point it doesn’t faze me anymore. But this time, drinking it with this woman, it takes on a whole new meaning. I taste the flavors in my mouth; I feel the bubbly lightness on my tongue. It’s as though this is my very first bottle of champagne.

  “I’m enjoying all of these firsts with you,” I say.

  She glances up at with such warmth and tenderness that the memory burns itself into my mind, forever to be remembered.

  “So am I. You’re a man of many surprises.”

  “Baby, I’m just getting started.” I take another sip.

  Placing the bottle down on the floor, I walk back down to the end of the bed and crawl between her legs, lapping at the champagne dripping down her slit.

  Victoria fists my hair, and her aggression only excites me as I lap at her.

  Grabbing her ass, I pull her into my mouth, tasting the champagne mixed with her arousal and the taste of her skin.

  It’s intoxicating, and I’m light headed.

  “Who’s your man?” I ask against her sex, making my voice vibrate over her skin.

  She moans, her hands tightening in my hair.

  My tongue swirls around her clit as her thighs wrapped around my head shake.

  “Who’s your man? Who’s making you feel this way?” I growl.

  “Blaze!” She wails out.

  I watch as her body spasms, the high overtaking her. I lap up her release, drinking her in. Cristal mixed with Victoria’s release. Now that’s a flavor I want to taste every day for the rest of my life.

  With heavily lidded eyes, Victoria looks down at me. “I’ve never tasted Cristal flavored cock before.”

  I pick up the bottle from the floor, smiling widely.

  “Here’s to a night of firsts!” I exclaim holding the bottle up in the air.

  Her eyes grow hungry as she licks her lips.

  I hold the bottle out for her. “Here, baby, have fun.” I point down to my erection. “It’s all yours.”

  ***

  Hours later, we lie quietly next to each other as we drift asleep, my hand laced with hers again as her body molds to the contours of mine, her leg slipped between mine. Our bodies are sticky with champagne and sweat, and I’ve never been happier. I lick between the valley of her breasts tasting the intoxicating mix. She groaned, but otherwise did not stir. I lay my head down, and smiling, drift off to sleep. We always have later.

  When I wake up, a heavy hand is across my chest, pinning me down onto the bed. Slowly, I pull his hand off my body and sit up. Holy shit. I’m in bed with Mr. Blaze Townsend, more god than man. I patter over to my purse and take out my cellphone. Shit. It is three am already. I should have been home hours ago. I have four missed calls from Andrea. Taking the cellphone, I quietly open the balcony door. Sliding it closed behind me, I stand in awe of the view. Times Square is breathtaking at this hour, the lights and sounds hypnotizing. Calling Andrea, I sit down on one of the lounge chairs lost in the bright lights and glitter of the city like a little kid. It feels as though I’m seeing this all for the first time.

  “Hey, bitch. Thanks for finally calling me. So, how was fucking Trent? Is he still as inconsiderate as usual in the sack?”

  “I…actually didn’t end up sleeping with Trent.”

  “No? How did you manage that?” she asks, curiosity brimming from her words.

  “Mr. Townsend was at the club…and…”

  “Hold the phone! You slept with your boss? Finally?”

  I bite my lower lip, unsure what to say. “Yes,” I finally eke out.

  The squealing on the other end of the phone Is so loud that I have to pull the phone away from my ear. “Holy shit! I cannot believe it finally happened!” Honestly, neither can I. I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream.

  “Is Kendall alright?” I ask.

  “Yeah, she’s fine. So, you coming home in the morning?”

  “No,” I reply quickly. “I’ll be home soon. Talk to you later.”

  “Alright, tell that sexy boss of yours I said hi. Tomorrow I expect you to spill everything.”

  “Alright, bye.”

  I end the call and take one last look at this gorgeous view before quietly stepping inside.

  Blaze is now spread across the bed, his arms taking up the space where I had just been. I wonder if he sleeps like that at home, a king in his castle. At work, behind his desk, he sits upon his throne. For a moment, I think about waking him up and telling him that I have to leave. But, then I’ll have to explain about Kendall, which is something I’m not ready to do yet. I don’t want these two different lives of mine to mesh together.

  He could also try to persuade me to stay, which again, is something I’m not sure I can handle. Will he try to pay me in the morning? Or will he want to spend the rest of the day with me? Unsure what will happen, I decide to take the uncertainty away. Carefully, I dress. Taking one last glance at Blaze, my heart seizes up at his perfectly sculpted shoulders, the beautiful contours of his back, the tips of his wavy black hair touching the pillow like an over turned inkwell starting to spill out onto the surface below. His face so calm and serene looking. I shudder at the fact that I had just been his…for a little while. Taking another breath, I force my eyes away from his beauty and quietly slip out the door.

  When I was a teenager, I wanted to escape my life of poverty, hunger, and fear. I slept with wealthy businessmen because I was attracted to the glamour, decadence, and security that life provided. I hoped for my own version of Pretty Woman, and that one of those men would never be able to let me go. When I started working for Trent at the VIP lounge, I still had the same wish. I waited for one of those men to see me behind the bar, sweep me off my feet, and make me his.

  But then Kendall came into my life and for the first time, I felt the transformative power of unconditional love. She loved me just as I was and every day when she looked into my eyes, I wanted to be worthy of that love and respect. I traded a life of comfort for a job that barely paid the bills and health insurance. Working for Mr. Townsend gave me stability and time to focus on Kendall. As a side bonus, I could daydream about being with him.

  But, I know the difference between daydreaming and then snapping back to reality and deluding myself into believing that I actually belong in this world. I don’t belong here, and I don’t belong with that slumbering beautiful man inside. Mr. Townsend isn’t just wealthy; he is one of the most eligible bachelors of Manhattan. I can’t even remember how many photo shoots I have scheduled in between clients in the last five years. He has graced the cover of many magazines. When he takes a shit, people want to know. So, if I start showing up on his arm, people will start playing the ‘Who’s that girl’ game. People will dig; reporters love a good story. My skeletons, that I have buried deep inside the back of my closet, will come out. Mr. Townsend will lose his credibility with his investors and business associates, thinking that he has made too wild of a decision being with me. His business will suffer.

  When my past is smeared all over the pages of tabloids and newspapers alike, I will not be able to shelter Kendall from it all. She will learn that Aunt Vikkie, the woman she loves and looks up to, is simply a broken woman, a hypocrite, and a liar. I parent Kendall fairly strictly in some respects: she is not allowed to wear make-up, boys are not allowed at the apartment, and I have discouraged her from having a boyfriend. The truth is that at her age, I was already batting my eyelashes at boys and stringing them along. Even worse, when the truth comes out, what if Kendall goes out and acts wildly to spite me?

  Kendall will have the Hallmark movie life that I dreamed of her having. People will respect her for her work ethic and accomplishments. She will
have everything in life that she dreams of. I gave Evalyn and Rich my word, and I owe them more than I can ever admit to. I will not fail Kendall, even if it means denying myself Mr. Townsend. She will not pay for my mistakes; life has slapped her hard enough already.

  I messed up when I asked Blaze for a piece of personal information. I wanted inside just a little bit. But, it had been a mistake, and I realize that now. I need to remind myself of reality- he is my boss who is using my body for his enjoyment. And at the end of the night, I am being paid for my time. I cannot forget for even a second that we are not making love, we are not lovers, nor does he feel even a fraction of what I feel for him. I need to stay firmly grounded in reality. It is just so difficult, though, when he makes me feel this way.