by Darcy Kent
Her silky soft skin doesn’t flinch as my finger traces around her nipple on display. She opens her eyes and watches me. I move closer toward her, because I want to be inside of her once again. I thought that I’ll take a break, but I move her against my throbbing presence as I start to grow hard again.
“Don’t you ever get tired?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe you took too long in the shower.” I smile.
I completely peel back the sheet, showing the length of my hardness. She starts to explore it as she strokes it.
“It’s so big. I can’t believe that was inside of me.”
I nod my head. “If you keep doing that, then I won’t have a chance to put the condom on.”
“Really?” she asks as she raises her eyebrows and she’s no longer stroking, but jacking me off. She’s fucking teasing and driving me mad.
“Put your mouth where your fingers are.”
She hesitates for a minute and then I let out a groan as Olivia’s fingers close around my shaft. She starts jerking it, the same way she was doing a couple of seconds ago. This time I put the pillow behind my head, ready to enjoy the ride.
“Have you done this before?”
She shakes her head and I burst out, “Jesus. Where’ve you been, girl? In a convent?”
She ignores me as she leans closer to my tip and then I can feel her breath on my skin. I look up and her eyes are staring up at me. She draws my cock closer to her and bites it slowly.
“Fuck.”
She laughs. “Not yet.”
I feel like turning her around and taking her right now. But I know that this must be a big deal for her, going down on my dick. So I let her carry on as her mouth starts to take control and it feels soft and wet. I close my eyes at the sensation of it all. It feels like fucking heaven. She hesitates for a second and then it’s as if she starts to enjoy herself without any coaching. She starts to find her rhythm and relaxes and takes me in deeper. Soon nearly a third of my cock is down her throat.
“Yes,” I growl as her tongue starts teasing and moving around my shaft.
Fuck, she was born to suck my cock. Everything just comes to her so naturally, I’m not sure if I can let her go after this weekend. Her mouth feels like fucking magic as she starts to move from side-to-side giving me the sucking of my life. Her hand goes into action as her mouth sends waves of pleasures through me. Then her other hand joins it and she’s working the fucking length of my shaft.
“Shit, I’m so fucking close.”
I didn’t think that she could pull it off. I thought she’d say she’s tired or couldn’t do it. But this virgin — ex-virgin — started sucking on my cock and now, as my knees start to buck, I start to feel light-headed as Olivia’s pushing me to the point of no return. There’s a pressure building in my balls.
“Holy fuck,” I shout out thinking Olivia will stop sucking me and move away knowing that any second I’m about to explode. But she doesn’t. It’s as if it encourages her to do more and she starts to speed up and hone in on my swollen head. She’s moving her tongue, caressing every part of my sensitive nerves. It just gets a bit too much and with a roar, I explode into her mouth.
I try to get up, but I can’t as my cock just jerks more and more. It’s as if it takes everything out of me as I come in her mouth. I bet she’s moved by now. There’s no way that she could have taken the whole load. I can’t even think straight as I feel as if every last drop of energy inside me has been sucked out.
It seems that not only did Olivia lose her virginity this weekend, but I came in more ways than I thought was possible and there’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight. Not until I’ve come just like I did right now. I never thought I would think this, but she did ask if I ever got tired. She’s about to find out that I do. I need to fucking take a nap, because this young girl has really made me feel like an old man by what she did with her lips just now.
Chapter Seven
Olivia
We’re sitting at the breakfast table like a couple of strangers. I can’t believe that we’ve spent nearly the whole weekend in the bedroom. From Friday night until this morning we’ve been together. I didn’t think that we had anything in common and we couldn’t enjoy each other’s company, but it’s as if Andrew doesn’t want to let me go.
“A penny for your thoughts,” he says as he gazes at me. We’re supposed to be eating breakfast so he can drop me at home and he can go to work. The place that I would have been going with him, up until last Friday. The same day that I lost my job and ended up in bed with my boss.
“Sorry, that’s rude. I didn’t even realize that I was staring into space.” I can’t tell him what’s really on my mind.
“I must admit that I don’t feel like going into the office right now…” He’s about to say something else, but as he moves his chair closer to mine he strokes my arm. “You did have a good time, didn’t you?”
I nod. “Sure, that’s not an issue. I’ve got a pair of designer jeans and shirts,” I laugh, “and a ripped up lace dress which cost close to five hundred dollars but only lasted one night.”
“Actually, I have a surprise for you.”
Then he hands me a bag from the same store that he bought the dress which he couldn’t wait to rip off me. How the heck did he manage all this? We’d spent all weekend in bed or in the shower, and the odd visit to the kitchen. That’s what it’s like to be rich. He had staff, people that could do whatever he requested by the touch of a button. That’s all it took for him to get things done.
“Okay, so it’s not the black dress, but you did have your eye on the red one originally.”
I shake my head. “Andrew, I can’t, and how did you manage to do this? Did you tell one of your staff to go in the shop and find the sexy red number?”
He laughs. “You can and not quite, but near enough. I remembered the sales assistant’s name, Harper, and it didn’t take long for her to click about which couple we were, which is the beauty of shopping at some of these stores. Anyway, I took up your whole weekend and I feel as if I need to give you something in return.”
“It’s not as if I had anything else planned and I enjoyed myself. I feel bad about you spending so much money on me. It’s not as if I did it for the money.”
“Why do you always get so defensive?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t.”
He laughs. “You’re doing it again. I can afford to get you things and I wanted to do it. Just say that you appreciate it and move on. Why do you take it as a bad thing?”
“Andrew, I have no job to go to. It just feels silly having designer clothes when I’ll have nowhere to wear them.”
He takes a sip of his coffee. I had a question that I wanted to ask him, but it wasn’t the reason that I stayed for the weekend. I just didn’t know how to ask him if he could get me a job or even hire me in a different department.
“I could speak to a few departments or even friends and find you something, if you like?”
I jump up.
“You’re kidding me? I was hoping that you’ll say something like that.”
I wrap my arms around him. Having the dress and even the clothes is nice, but to be able to support myself and get out of my living situation would be even better.
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
He holds me for a minute, stopping me from moving back to my seat. I hate the idea of confessing it all to him. It feels as if it’s my burden, never to be shared.
“I didn’t want you to think that I only stayed here for that. I wanted to be with you…”
“If you need help, then you should never be ashamed for asking for it.”
“Oh and the great Andrew White’s always asked for help?”
I raise an eyebrow thinking that he has no idea what it’s like to be in constant need. I could ask the world for something, but it doesn’t mean that I deserve it.
He nods his head. “At times if I’ve needed help…. Sure. There’s no shame
in it. I used to count on my dad all the time until he passed away and even now sometimes I ask my sister for help.”
I take in his words, thinking that I’ve never had the luxury of asking anyone for help and that’s the reason that I’m used to doing things alone. “Like how to get rid of ex girlfriends?”
I laugh as I think about Roberta and the crazy way she was acting at her party. Andrew found out after that the reason for the party was to celebrate them getting back together. She had told a friend that if Andrew turned up alone, then they were meant to be. This was another reason that Andrew didn’t want to turn up by himself. I wonder if the charade worked?
“Olivia?”
“Yes?”
Then we're interrupted by the housekeeper, who thought that he’d gone to work already.
“Mr. White you’re never still here at this time. Especially on a Monday.”
She raises her voice at the last point, while she’s looking at me as if she’s automatically blaming me for her boss being late to the office.
“Okay, Martha. Don’t worry, I’m going to the office now.”
He winks at me. “Sometimes she acts like my mother or something. You hardly touched your breakfast, are you sure that you’re not hungry?”
I shake my head as I look at the pineapple, grapefruit, slices of bacon, croissants and everything else that I can’t afford to eat, but are neatly displayed on dishes in front of me. Andrew commented on me being hungry when I put them on my plate. I was at the time, but then the realization that I need to go back to the place that I call home entered my mind and I don’t want to go back. I want to stay, but I know I can’t ask him that. It just wouldn’t be right. I’m sure he’s a man of his word. He’ll find a job for me, that I’m sure about.
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Okay, let’s go. The driver’s waiting and I need to get to my meeting in about twenty minutes.”
I nod my head. “Sure.”
I grab the bags and wave to the housekeeper. That’s when my reality becomes a fantasy and no longer the one that I’ve been living the last three days. I clutch onto my bags as I sit at the back of the limo. If I get really desperate I’ll have to sell them, because if I don’t get a job soon, I have no idea how I’m going to even eat.
Andrew gets to the office and gives me a kiss on the cheek. He’s been on his phone with a sense of purpose. Work. He’s important. Making phone calls. Making deals, whereas I just gave him my virginity and in a heartbeat, I’ve gone from being the most important person in his life to unimportant.
He’s holding his phone and saying, “I’ll call you.”
I nod my head thinking that I’m hoping that he’s a man of his word. Until his driver blurts out, “Where to, miss?”
I give him the address and as I do, he hesitates as he rolls up the window and says, “I’ve worked for Mr. White for ten years and I have to say this to you. You don’t look like the other women that he’s used to being around. When he says that he’ll call you…” He clears his throat and part of me knows exactly what he’s going to say, but I prepare myself for the punchline anyway. “Don’t wait up expecting that phone call.”
I nod my head. “I thought that was the case.”
“I just thought that I’d warn you,” he changes the tone in his voice and says, “Don’t worry I’ll get you there in about fifteen minutes.”
I shake my head holding onto my bags tighter. “Take your time. There’s no rush. You can make it an hour if you like.”
He shrugs. “I’ve got no jobs until two. So, I can give you a little tour if you like.”
“Sure.”
“I’ll just drive around. It’ll be a silent one. You won't even know I'm in the limo. Apart from the fact that I'll be driving.” He laughs nervously, when he doesn't have a reaction from me. He rolls up the window. I didn’t want to cry in front of him, and I sense that he knows that as he continues to drive around the city. l hug the bags, thinking this will be the first and last time that I have nice things. I can’t work in the city. I don’t have any experience in any domain in the city and there’s no way I can go back home.
No, I’ll never go back there.
So, I sit in the back of the limo, while the driver takes me on a tour and push back tears.
Chapter Eight
Andrew
My life has been turned completely upside down this week. I came to the office on Monday expecting to do one thing and ended up doing the complete opposite all because of one woman, Roberta.
She has a way of making my life a living hell, just by breathing the same air I breathe. It’s as if it’s her life mission to punish me, by trying to sabotage my business and clients. I'm dying to get out of here, after a very long and eventful week, no thanks to Roberta.
“Mr. White, don’t forget to give the agency a reference,” Joanne reminds me as I’m about to walk out. I’ve been here nearly until ten every single night and it’s Friday and I sure as hell am not doing that tonight.
“Remember, the temp. The one that was working here, while I was recovering from the surgery on my ankle.”
I point. “The same ankle that you’re applying ice to right now?”
She asks, “How do you know?”
I shake my head thinking that Joanne may be the oldest and best secretary that I’ve ever had, but at times she seems to have a habit of thinking that the obvious is far from obvious.
“Never mind.” I throw my head back as I remember one of the things that I was supposed to do and I never got around to doing. Getting Olivia a job.
“Great, so if they want a reference. That means they’ve found her something?”
She turns and puts her glasses back on as she reads the screen. She has a way of squinting her eyes, which always makes me feel as if there’s no point in her wearing her glasses. Joanne’s good at her job, but I would never expect her to do anything in a hurry, which is why I was surprised when she said that she injured her ankle running. I couldn’t imagine her running for anything and she’s been working for me for over seven years.
“I don’t think so. They wanted a reference, so that they can put us on their advertising campaigns. You know how it is. Hey, we worked with this client and that client said that we were fantastic.”
“Oh, one of those things. So, has she found something?”
She takes off her glasses and glares at me. “Did you like my replacement?”
I shake my head and think that I need to get younger staff. All my current staff put my mom to shame. They act as if they have to take care of me.
Not good.
But then there’s a reason for that. I didn’t want to be one of those bosses that fell into temptation with their staff. I wanted to be surrounded by people who I respected and had the maturity level to deal with certain situations.
“Joanne, see you on Monday.”
She waves. “Yes, and if you like, I can give you her number?”
I wouldn’t even think about falling for that trick. That part’s been playing on my mind. There’s a good thirteen years between Olivia and I. And not only that but I really know nothing about her. That was what I wanted to ask her on Monday before she left, but I never had the chance, because before I knew it, work was crazy.
Roberta’s out to get me and it doesn’t help we’re in the same field and she’s going out of her way to bring me down. Old rivals and all the competitive tricks in the books. She agitates me and part of me feels as if I’ve sold myself to the devil just by allowing her into my life. Like a bad smell, that no amount of air freshener gets rid off.
As I head down in the elevator, the only thing on my mind is what I can do to get rid of Roberta? I thought maybe just making her think I’m with Olivia would have done it. But that just made her out to get me.
Fuck.
I’ve never had a thorn in my side until now and I fucking don’t know how to get it out. As soon as I get to the car and take off my tie there’s only one thin
g on my mind.
“Roger?”
“Yes, sir?” he asks as he takes off his hat. I wonder if he knows what’s on my mind.
“Do you remember where you took Olivia when you dropped her off the other day?”
He smiles as he opens the door. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I glance at him as he takes my briefcase and then puts it in the trunk, which I find a bit weird. Anyway, I let him take the lead, because it’s clear that he has something on his mind.
As he starts to drive I take off my jacket and pour myself a bourbon. I don’t know how I’m going to get rid off all the rumors and heat that Roberta’s put on me at the moment. She fucking does my head in. I don’t know what to do anymore as far as she’s concerned and I feel like crap that since Monday I haven’t even been in touch with Olivia. She must think I took her to bed, stole her virginity and then moved on.
Fuck.
Maybe hanging around with the older generation isn’t such a good idea. I’m getting pretty sentimental in my old age. Fuck, it’s like we’ve gone from uptown to the crappy part of Harlem in a matter of seconds. I watch through the window as I drink my bourbon thinking that maybe Roger’s confused. Why would Olivia live here? Besides if she did, then how the hell was she getting into the office so fucking early in the morning?
“Roger, are you sure?”
He doesn’t need me to prompt him as he says, “As clear as night and day.”
“Fuck,” I blurt out as he parks and I see the building which looks as if it’s the fucking Annie orphanage. Nothing about this place looks right. From the dozens of people moving in and out of it, to the fact that Olivia acted as if she was living somewhere decent. Not here. Not in the bottom of the pits.
