“That Brynn?” he asks.
Fuck. He’s gonna give me shit about texting women from the club house. But he just shakes his head as if he’s got me.
“You are really into her,” he says. “I told you this could happen to the best of us.”
“I don’t think so, you fucker,” I deny.
But he’s right— I’m a goner. I’m already thinking about visiting Brynn in New York, which I can’t wait to do, just so I can see her again. Touch her again. Feel her body against mine. Fuck her again.
My cocks starts getting hard despite my best intentions. The damn thing has a mind of its own.
“Well,” Jensen says, patting me on the shoulder as he stands up. “I’ll leave you to talk to your old lady.”
“She’s not my old lady,” I tell him, protesting against his use of biker slang for girlfriend or wife. But deep down, I feel that she is.
“I think Bob and I are going to go ride around later and see if anything too crazy is happening with the clowns,” he responds, ignoring my comment about Brynn.
“Okay, let me know when,” I tell him.
But as soon as he’s gone, I head to the bathroom to take care of a little— or big— something.
I finish the dirty text message I had been in the process of sending Brynn when Jensen came over. Then I add another one.
Sorry, Doll. I’m at the house. But I’m thinking of you right now.
Oh yeah? Comes her immediate reply. What are you thinking about doing to me?
Fucking you on my bike, like you told me to think about, I tell her.
I imagine holding her up against the hard steel and plunging my hard cock into her wet pussy. I miss it so much.
I take my cock out and stroke it, wishing that it was Brynn’s pussy instead of my hand. I think about her naked, curvy body and all the things I wish I could do to it right now. When I see her, I want to lick her from head to toe. Trail my tongue from her nipple to her belly button to her pussy, teasing her for as long as we can both hold out before drinking her delicious juices.
That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I shoot a load of cum inside some wadded up toilet paper, wishing I could be shooting it into Brynn instead.
I hurry to clean up the evidence and go see when Jensen and Bob are planning to leave for their welfare check ride around town. There’s important club business to attend to but I just had to take care of that one little thing first. I think I’ll go certifiably crazy before I get to see Brynn next, and I can’t believe she’s having this much of a fucking effect on me.
I definitely have to go to New York. This situation is becoming dire.
Chapter 17 – Brynn
Sexting is fun, but seeing Larson in real life will be even better. I can’t believe he’s coming to see me in New York. He must be as into me as I am into him. I just hope my stupid job doesn’t mess things up.
Right now, I’m home from work and Caleb is with his nanny because I have an appellate brief due in two days that I have to work on late into the evening. I hate that I don’t get to see him, but duty calls and if I don’t jump when the firm says jump, I’ll lose my spot on the partnership track, and all I’ve worked to build for Caleb.
Sometimes I just get tired, though, and wish I could have a break. Sure, I just went to Albuquerque and to the Halloween party and hooked up with Larson, but our time together was so short that it made me crave more.
I’m dying to release some sexual tension. Riley had texted me that she’s heard from Jensen that Larson can’t stop talking about me. That has to be a good thing.
I send him a sexy message and then wait for his reply. When I finally get a response— I miss your wet pussy, and then a sorry, Doll, right after that, I can’t control myself any longer.
I slip my hand under my panties and feel my wet slit. I trace my clit like Larson does, wishing it could be him. With my other hand, I stick several fingers inside me, stretching myself as wide as Larson’s cock does, remembering how it feels when he’s all the way inside me, filling me all the way up.
I pause to tell him what I want him to do me.
When I see you again, I want you to stick your cock down my throat, I text him. And anywhere else you want to.
I plan to, he texts back. I’m stroking it right now, thinking of my dirty little slut. Are you playing with your pussy for me, baby?
I love when he calls me baby. It’s so intimate compared to his dirty talk or even the way he usually calls me “Doll.”
I sure am, I text him back. And I’m dripping wet for you.
Come for me, he says. Because I’m going to come for you.
I take my hand off my phone so I can play with one of my nipples. I think of how Larson grabs it and pinches it, and I do the same as I continue playing with my pussy. I imagine his hand grasping my clit tight or spanking it like he enjoys doing.
Soon I’m wishing he could slap my ass and rub his cock in my face. I never thought I liked rough sex but I love it with Larson. I want him to take me, claim me, use me, do what he wants with me.
I tingle all over as I reach near climax. I think about Larson’s big cock in my pussy while I let myself come, my juices dripping out all over my hand.
This is exactly what I needed before I start working on a brief tonight. How I wish Larson was here to reward me with cuddling— and of course sex— after I finish it. But for now, I’ll have to settle for my memories of him and my fantasies of what it’ll be like when he comes to town— provided work doesn’t ruin it.
Chapter 18 – Larson
New York City is really fucking big.
I know I should have already known that. I did know that. But knowing it is different than seeing it.
New York City also has a lot of streets and avenues that are named after numbers. I'm standing on the corner of Third Avenue and Fifty-Fourth Street, looking up at the humongous building that houses the law firm where Brynn works. And realizing we couldn't be from two more totally fucking different worlds if we tried.
It's November and Brynn says I just missed the famed autumn in New York. What comes after that must be the infamous Dead of Winter in New York, because compared to New Mexico, the weather here is fucking cold. I take one last breath of the chilly air and then enter the building.
I look around at the designer suits and fur coats and feel very out of place wearing my leather motorcycle jacket. But I'm sure glad I wore it because it's warm. I just hope none of these fancy pant- wearing professionals mistake me for a homeless guy and kick me out.
I take the elevator all the way up to the 23rd floor. We don't even have buildings in Albuquerque that go up this high. When I get to the lobby of Brynn's law firm, the receptionist tells me to have a seat and that she'll be right with me.
But I want to surprise her. I haven't seen her in a couple of weeks, which is far too long, and she had mentioned wanting me to see her office.
"Can I just go back and wait for her?" I ask the receptionist. "She's expecting me."
She looks at me and raises her eyebrows skeptically, like maybe I'm in the wrong place, or asking for the wrong Brynn Elliot.
But then the phone rings and she shrugs and says, "Be my guest. Her office is right back there but I think she's in the conference room on a personal matter. Gentleman callers must be her thing today."
What the actual fuck?
I don't say anything, because this chick doesn't look like a friend of Brynn's. Probably more like a jealous underling.
I head back through the hallway in the direction she'd just pointed towards. And sure enough, through the open glass windows of the conference room I see Brynn hovered over a laptop, with some dude right beside her.
I back up a bit, observing them from where they can't see me. I feel a little bad, but my guilt is outweighed by my curiosity. And my jealousy.
The guy looks like a typical New Yorker. Skinny and in shape, with fancy clothes and a pretty face. Just looking at him, I can tell I could beat him
up even easier than I beat up those fucking clowns. If I have to. And as he reaches his arm over Brynn's to take the mouse and show her something on the computer, I realize I just might have to.
She shrugs and then shuts the laptop. She gathers her stuff up, obviously hurrying to meet me at the designated time. Well, that's good news at least. She hasn't forgotten all about my trip into the big city to visit her, which she insisted on.
She'd even offered to take some time off work during the week day— which I know is a big deal for a busy associate lawyer like her— and meet me at the airport. But I'd told her I would just take the New York metro subway I'd heard so much about and come to her office.
I start walking away and then I see her office not far up ahead.
BRYNN ELLIOT, ESQ., announces the plaque on the door.
Very impressive. I've never had my own name on anything. I've never had my own office. Unless you count the inside of a fucking chopper.
As I'm staring at the plaque and marveling at that accomplishment, Brynn and the guy walk out of the conference room together.
"Just let me know when you want to talk more," he says, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'll be in touch," she says, turning towards me and then stopping in her tracks. "Larson, this is..."
"Oh, perfect, so now he's here?" He asks, in a mocking tone with a sneer I wish I could wipe off his pretty- boy face. "What is this? Bring an outlaw to work day? Show some rogue Western biker the Big Apple?"
"Steven, please just leave," she says.
"I'm Larson," I say, holding my hand out. "Brynn had started to introduce me before you so rudely interrupted her."
The fucking wimp looks shocked that I'm calling him out on his bad behavior. He opens his mouth but then closes it without saying anything.
"Larson, this is Steven," Brynn says. "Caleb's dad."
"Interesting," I say, but leave it at that.
What I'm thinking is that I can't believe he was capable of producing a son as cute and smart as Caleb. And that he doesn’t deserve to be called his dad, because he can’t seem to manage to show respect to his mother. But I don't say any of that. I have a feeling it wouldn’t be a good idea to get into a fucking fight at Brynn’s fancy schmancy law firm.
"Steven, Suzanne will see you out," Brynn says, obviously referring to the firm's snooty receptionist.
"Don't forget to think about what we discussed," Steven says, his tone sounding nearly threatening.
"I will," Brynn says.
She looks forlorn, defeated. Not the spunky, fun Brynn I had last seen.
Steven turns around and starts walking away, and I take Brynn's hand.
"It's so nice to see you again," I tell her, my cock already getting hard just from touching her. I wish I could pick her up and push her against this office wall and fuck her long and hard for everyone and anyone to see.
"I'm sorry," she says, squeezing my hand, but looking around me to make sure that Steven is gone. "But he just..."
She looks so upset, as if she's about to cry. And even though I'm wondering what exactly was up with Steven and the meeting I just accidentally half walked in on, I don't need to know about all of that as much as I need her to cheer up a little bit.
"It's fine," I tell her. "No need for an apology."
I want to take her into my arms but I don't want her to get in trouble with the Powers That Be at her place of employment. And judging from the swanky office decor and her previous discussions about the partners, they seem pretty powerful indeed.
Brynn smiles slightly, which makes me feel much better.
"This isn't exactly the start that I envisioned our reunion would get off to," she says.
"Well, let's remedy that," I tell her.
A smile slowly spreads across her sad face.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" she asks.
The scene where I take her up against the wall flashes through my mind again but I think better of it. I only want to fuck her, not get her fired.
"We're going to need some privacy," I say.
She takes my hand and pulls me into her fancy office, shutting the door behind us so fast and so hard that the BRYNN ELLIOT, ESQ. plaque rattles against the wall.
It's nice to know that despite whatever is going on with what's- his- fucking-name, she still seems happy to see me.
Chapter 19 – Brynn
Larson picks me up and has me up against my office wall before I can even lock the door.
"I've been waiting so long to do this to you," he says, squeezing my ass as he kisses me.
He still smells like New Mexico: woodsy and outdoorsy, with a hint of cold New York air mixed in.
"I didn't lock the door..." I say, motioning towards it, but he pins my arms to the wall.
"Now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go."
He rips my blouse open and begins kissing my neck and chest.
My worries about Steven's appearance at my office melt away. It's been a whirlwind day, but Larson's kisses rid me of all anxiety.
I’m a bit afraid we’ll get caught, but that only adds to the excitement. In reality, everyone knows to knock before barging into an associate’s office. I’m supposed to be knee deep in important legal briefs— and billable hours— I can’t possibly be torn away from. I’m most definitely not supposed to be pinned up against the wall of my office, about to be fucked in the way I’ve been fantasizing about since I was last with Larson.
He unsnaps my bra with one hand because the other is still holding my arms to the wall. It falls to the floor and he begins sucking on one of my nipples.
"Oh, my God. Larson," I moan, my head falling back against the wall as well as against his hand that is grabbing my hair.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, as he moves over to suck the other nipple.
"Yes. So much yes."
Both of my nipples are now standing erect and at attention, and I can feel that it's the same for his cock.
He turns and lays me down on my desk, right on top of all the papers and sticky notes I had left there before going to the conference room. He peels off my skirt and my stockings.
"What about...?" I try to say, lifting my head to look towards the door.
"Shhhhh," he says. "I want to take you right here where everyone could possibly see us. That's part of the fun."
He’s a bit kinky. And I like it.
I needed some of this excitement today. And in my life in general.
He pulls my panties to the side and gets down on his hands and knees. As soon as his tongue makes contact with my pussy, I know that I'd let him do anything he wants, even take me in public.
And he's right, I think, as I lay my head back down on the desk and enjoy the way he's licking me. I don't think anyone would enter my office without at least knocking, but knowing that they technically could is half the fun.
Or make that about one fourth the fun, I think, as Larson continues going down on me. Because the way he eats my pussy is really fucking fun.
Larson has taught me to turn my brain off a little bit, as well as to turn my emotions and sexuality up high. I hold onto his thick hair as he gently bites at my clit.
"That feels so good."
He begins sucking on my clit and I feel a wave of pleasure washing over me, just as strong as the last time we were together, but which I haven't felt since then.
He fingers me, and that in combination with his mouth sucking gently yet firmly on my pussy makes me lose all control.
"I'm coming," I tell him, trying to keep my voice down.
"Oh my God." I'm moaning now. "I'm coming so hard."
With a final gasp I feel the amazing release of built- up tension and stress come pouring out of me. He licks up the juices flowing out of me and into his mouth while I shiver in delight.
"And now it's my turn," he says, picking me back up and then bending me over my own desk. "I'm going to fuck my lawyer girlfriend in her office and if anybody doesn't like that, they can c
ome talk to me about it."
I like the way he says "girlfriend."
He slaps my ass, which I like even more.
"Look at this fine ass," he says, squeezing both of my cheeks in his hands. "It's so curvy and juicy and big."
I look back at him and can't help but love the way he's looking at me: as if I'm the only woman in the world.
Then he moves my thong over to the side.
"And speaking of juicy, look at this pussy. So wet with its dripping liquid just waiting for me."
He removes a condom from his pocket and then takes off his own pants.
"I'm going to fuck you right here in your office, okay?"
"Okay," I tell him, my elbows on my desk and my ass sticking up in the air.
This is a really bad idea. It’s a very compromising position for me to get caught in. But I don’t seem to be able to resist. I’m his for the taking and I want him to claim me now.
He enters me and it feels so good to have his cock inside me again. I can tell that he feels the same way because he groans deeply.
"You're so wet," he says, taking his cock almost all the way out of me and then sliding it back in. "You really did miss me."
"I really did," I tell him, as he thrusts himself in and out of me.
He holds onto my hips as he pumps. Then he takes my hair and pulls on it gently as he fucks me.
"I'm going to come again," I tell him, gasping and moaning.
"Go ahead and come on my cock," he says, and I do.
I collapse onto my desk while he continues to work his cock in and out of my pussy. I wish he was here to do this to me every day.
My job can be so demanding and I'd love to see Larson over my lunch break—or dinner break— any day. He could fuck the stress out of me with his huge cock. But I'm glad he's here today, especially.
I didn't even know that Steven was going to be here or, of course, I wouldn't have planned Larson's visit at this exact time. But it all worked out because now I'm much more relaxed and happy.
I think that lesser men might have been upset about showing up to see me on a pre-planned visit and finding me meeting with my ex. But Larson hasn't even said a word. I like how he just took me and fucked me instead of asking a billion questions that would have made me feel worse instead of better. I also like how he always knows just what to say— or not— and even better what to do, to me and for me.
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