by Mia Ford
“Great,” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”
I hung up the phone feeling better that he wouldn’t be there. The last thing I wanted was for Jordan to ruin my good mood. I hopped in a taxi and headed over to the building, excited and nervous to see Jason’s smiling face. He texted me on the way, but I didn’t answer back, figuring dropping in would be better than a text. When I arrived, I took the elevator up and smiled at the receptionist who seemed happy to see me. I wondered what kind of chaos was going on while I’ve been gone but pushed the thought from my mind, not ready to jump back into anything stressful. I walked to Jason’s office and poked my head around the corner, smiling as he looked down at his phone with a concerned look.
“I’m okay,” I said smiling.
“Hey,” he said excitedly. “This is a surprise.”
“I know,” I replied. “I mean it to be one. I just came to grab some more work. I’ll poke my head in before I leave.”
“Please do,” he said happily. “I’ll walk you out.”
I nodded and walked merrily down the hall to John’s office. He was equally as pleased to see me and was very gracious for the expediency in which I prepared the files. I stopped by my office and refilled the box, noticing that only one or two folders had been taken since the last time I was there. The temp must really be struggling since a pile like the one on my desk would normally have been done in two working days. I shook my head and headed back to Jason’s office, standing in the doorway with a smile for him. He got up and walked over, taking the box from my hands.
“Walk me out?”
“Of course,” he replied with a wink.
We walked to the elevators, ignoring the blank stares from the people around us. Once inside, I reached over before he could press the button and hit the seventh floor button. He looked at me strangely, and I chuckled.
“Are we doing some construction today?”
“The crew is off on Tuesday,” I said as we rode down to the seventh floor.
When the doors opened, I walked out backward, giving him a knowing look. He laughed, carrying the box with him and setting it down on a pile of wooden beams. The floor was being renovated, so it was slightly dusty, but I knew we could be alone there. I watched Jason as he looked around the floor, still unsure of what we were doing there. All I could think about was getting him out of those clothes. I walked over and grabbed him by the tie, mashing my lips against his. He stepped forward, putting his arms around me and kissing me deeply. I could feel the warmth between my legs as his cock began to grow hard in his pants.
“Take me,” I whispered into his ear, pulling his jacket down and tossing it to the side.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a coy smile.
Instantly, we were on each other, pulling at each other’s belts. I could feel the passion ignite as we stumbled across the room toward the windows. Pressed against the window was a desk, covered in a white drapery. I pulled the drape off and watched as Jason undid his pants and pulled his cock out the top. He stroked it hard with his palm, staring me in the eyes. I immediately took my pants off and backed up to the desk, sitting part way on the edge and reaching down between my moist folds. He gritted his teeth and jacked his cock harder, watching as I rubbed my fingers through my pussy, my eyes fixed on his. I wanted him so bad, but I loved watching him want me even more. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, pulling them back down to my clit and then pushed them deep inside me. I gasped with a small whine as I began to finger myself, watching his cock get harder and harder.
He groaned as his hand slipped over his cock, but he stood steady, watching me bring myself closer and closer to orgasm. I pulled my fingers out and rubbed my clit fast and hard, feeling his eyes rolling over me in the heat of the moment. I lifted myself up and leaned back slightly to give him a better view as my fingers circled around my nub, bringing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I tilted my head back as I rubbed my pussy, moaning loudly, not caring if anyone could hear me. The cold bare wood beneath me squeaked as I lifted my hips and moved them around, my hand still rubbing hard against my skin.
“I want to see you come,” he growled.
I smiled in agreeance, knowing the sooner I came, the sooner I could have that large, hard cock inside of me. I licked my fingers again, watching his hand tighten around his shaft and then plunged them deep inside, moaning as I moved my hand faster and deeper inside of me. He stepped forward, pushing my thigh open, a serious and determined look on his face. I could feel myself at the tipping point, and I reached up with my other hand and grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard as my fingers moved over my nub. I arched my back and continued to grind as the orgasm in my stomach flowed over, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Jason stepped forward, groaning, and yanked me off the desk, turned me around, and bent me over, shoving his cock into my pulsating pussy. He growled as the juices flowed over his hard shaft, grabbed me by the waist, and began to fuck me deep and hard. He reached back and slapped my ass with the tips of his fingers, the pain mixing with the pleasure. I reached forward and grabbed the other end of the desk, still feeling my clit pulsing from the orgasm I had given myself. I could feel every single inch of his dick sliding in and out of me, and I screamed out loudly as pushed in hard, our bodies slamming into each other.
“Yes,” I yelled out, flinging my hair back out of my face.
Jason reached one hand up and grabbed my hair pulling my head back slightly as he used my waist to push and pull from. I could feel his unexpected erotic emotions pulsing through the air as he slammed his cock into me over and over. The sound of the desk bouncing into the beams on the windows echoed through the empty office, accompanied by my loud moans. He let go of my hair and pulled my body toward him as his hips thrust forward. I looked back at him, gritting my teeth, and watched as his face showed determination and lust. I could tell he was on the edge of orgasm, and immediately, that turned me on. I spread my legs apart and reached down, rubbing my clit as his cock filled me over and over again. The vision of his face and the sound of his groans brought me to another peak very quickly.
I rubbed hard, screaming out as he leaned forward grabbing my shoulders and thrusting deep. I came all over his dick, and he dug his fingers into my shoulders, his breath on the nape of my neck. His hips moved melodically as his body tensed and his cock twitched inside of me. He growled loudly as he lurched, his orgasm shuddering through his body. I could feel him release inside of me, and even after it was done, he continued to gently push in and out with his hips until finally, he slowed to a stop. He leaned forward against me and breathed heavily, his heart beating so hard I could feel it on my back. I pressed my face against the cold wood of the desk and relaxed for a moment, feeling the closeness of our skin. Slowly, he stood up and pulled his pants up, reaching over and helping me to my feet.
Quietly we got dressed, smiling with blushed cheeks when catching each other’s eye. When he was done dressing, he walked over to me and wrapped his hands around my neck, kissing me sweetly on the lips. He looked into my eyes and smiled, a small chuckle shaking his chest.
“What?” I said smiling.
“That was the best work surprise I have ever gotten.” He laughed again.
“I thought you’d like that,” I said. “But you need to get back to work.”
“I do,” he groaned. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
We stood close in the elevator, our shoulders touching and our breath matching. I checked my hair in the mirror and wiped the cherry lipstick from his cheek, turning back and grasping the box in my arms as the doors to the elevator opened. I looked up to once again find Jordan staring at me, an irritated look on his face.
“Hey,” I said, walking past. I turned and winked at Jason before heading out to catch a cab.
As I climbed in, I realized something. I didn’t feel anything when I saw Jordan. There was no wrenching feeling in my chest or drop in my stomach. It was like seeing some random person fr
om the office. At that moment, I understood there was a reason for that. My heart had never actually belonged to him in the first place, something I knew all along but never allowed myself to see. Finally, I felt free from his clutches, free to feel however I wanted to for Jason.
Chapter 13
Jason
I stirred my drink, thinking about how I hadn’t seen Tiffany since the day in the empty seventh floor. She was so hot, looking at me with wanting eyes as she rubbed her fingers over her pussy. I wanted to fuck her so much but watching her play with herself was the hottest things I had ever experienced in my entire life. I couldn’t help but stand there and stare, stroking my shaft and waiting for those juices to start flowing. Diving into something with Tiffany had become an adventure that I hadn’t quite expected. She was smart, beautiful, charming, and fucking sexy as hell. I had always wondered, in the back of my mind, what kind of girl she was in bed, and though I expected more than a timid mouse, I wasn’t expecting a handful. But I was not complaining, because everything she did drove me absolutely wild. We had been texting all week, and it was finally Friday. She would be coming to this bar with Mona. We had staged a happy “run-in” with each other. It would look casual, but we could be out in public together. After the video she’d sent me two nights ago, though, I wasn’t sure I would be able to contain myself. I might just have to pull her into the back room and bend her over a box in the stocking area. I looked down at my drink, smiling at the thought.
“You look happy,” Jordan’s voice caught me off guard.
“What are you doing here?” I was more than a little irritated he was here. It was like he was still hounding me about seeing Tiffany and me together again in the elevator. Little did he know, we had just come back from fucking the hell out of each other a few floors up.
“Don’t sound so excited to see me,” he said grumbling. “Listen, man, I have to ask, is there something going on between you and Tiffany? You guys looked awfully cozy in that elevator again.”
“Dude,” I sighed. “Will you please give it a rest? There is nothing going on. Tiffany is not my type, and I have other things on my mind than dating your ex-wife.”
“All right,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll leave it alone.”
“Thank you,” I said with a sigh. “So, what’s up, dude. This was never really your scene. Why are you showing up at the bar so much lately?”
“Gotta take advantage of the single life,” he said, laughing. “You haven’t seen me here because until a few weeks ago, I wasn’t allowed to be here checking out chicks. Now, though, I gotta soak it all up. I’m starting to understand why you’ve stayed single for so long. There are so many choices. It's like an amazing buffet in Las Vegas.”
“Yeah.” I snorted. I watched him as he looked down, stirring his drink. The excitement left his face, and he looked like he was contemplating his words. Part of me felt incredibly bad about what was going on between me and Tiffany. I had been fine the entire time, no guilt, no bad feelings, but now with that look that screamed lonely, I couldn’t help but feel a little bad about what had been going on. I slapped Jordan’s shoulder and smiled, watching his eyes move up to the bar and then across the crowd.
As I slumped down, feeling the guilt creep in, I looked up at the door and watched as Tiffany walked through into the bar. Instantly, that guilt disappeared with the reminder of how absolutely amazing she was, and how badly my brother had treated her. Her blond hair was pulled back into a curly ponytail. She was wearing a low-cut sweater and a pair of jeans tucked into knee-high black boots. She took off her peacoat and draped it over her arm, looking around the bar until her eyes met mine. Immediately, her smile lit me up inside, and I watched her body move with grace, her luscious hips swinging side to side, and her breasts heaving as she made her way toward me. My cock started to twitch in my pants as I imagined pulling her pants down, spreading her legs, and fucking her hard against the bar, watching her face in the mirror in the back. She could grab onto the service railing as I plowed into her. I shook the idea from my head as she got closer and scooted past Jordan, barely looking at him. She took a seat next to me with Mona and they ordered a drink.
“Hey,” she said looking at me and then up at Jordan. “Hey, Jordan.”
“What’s up?” He tried to play it off like he wasn’t surprised to see her. Instead, he stuck his mini straw in his mouth and looked around at the women in the bar. She laughed to herself and turned to Mona, giggling and whispering as they chimed their glasses together. Under the stool, she moved her leg near mine and secretly ran her foot up my calf. I could feel the goosebumps running down my arms, and I rubbed my body, pretending I was cold. Jordan kept his vision fixed on the back of the bar, not wanting to show his interest in Tiffany. I thought it would bother me how he reacted, but I quickly realized it wasn’t going to be his reaction I cared about. Instead, it would be hers.
“That girl is fucking smoking,” Jordan whispered. “You guys have fun.”
We all watched as he walked over toward a busty redhead in the back corner. I watched Tiffany’s face, wanting to see how she would react to Jordan hitting on another woman, but her gaze stayed fixed on the television screen above us, and I didn’t see even the slightest hint of jealousy. My heart fluttered at the thought that her attention was so tuned to me that Jordan didn’t even affect her any longer. She turned her stool toward me and smiled, her hands quickly running over my thigh and across my crotch. My cheeks heated quickly, and I wanted to grab her and take her out of the bar.
“So, when we saw Jordan at the elevator when it opened,” she said, looking me in the eyes, “I realized something.”
“What’s that?” My heart was racing, terrified she was going to say she wanted him back.
“I realized I didn’t care anymore.” She smiled. “I didn’t feel anything when I saw him. I realized my heart never actually belonged to him. I had tricked myself into thinking it did, but I knew from the very beginning I would never fully be able to give myself to him. I don’t know why I lied to myself like that, but now I realize it, and it's freeing.”
“I’m glad,” I chuckled with relief. “I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Me, too,” she sighed, looking down.
“I really like you, a lot,” I said, staring at her until she reconnected with me.
“I really like you, too,” she said, blushing and biting her bottom lip.
We drank our drinks and turned to Mona, listening to her talk about the dating scene and her hilarious yet really sad experiences recently. I was relieved that, for at least the current moment, I didn’t have to deal with that world at all. I felt comfortable knowing that I had Tiffany by my side, even if I couldn’t show it to the world. I caught my brother glancing over several times, but he ended up leaving halfway into the evening, the redhead in tow. Tiffany didn’t even act like she noticed but continued to tell stories and laugh loudly at how amazing she thought Mona’s dating life was. I scooted my stool a little closer to Tiffany, running my fingertips over her lower back. She turned and looked at me with blushed cheeks, her eyes telling me she was thinking about more than just a few drinks at the bar. Had she not been out with her best friend, I would have taken her back to my place and gotten her naked in my bed, but as it were, I just dealt with being out and tried to enjoy some public time with her.
I kept the alcohol flowing for the girls, knowing the drunker Mona was, the less likely she would notice as our PDA steadily increased. It was almost thrilling, trying to hold hands, be close, and still keep it unknown to anyone around us that we were seeing each other. From the way Tiffany acted, she hadn’t even told Mona the whole truth yet, and so there we were, sneaking kisses by the bathroom, secretly rubbing each other’s legs under the cover of the bar ledge, and sitting very close, feeling the electricity move between each other. By the time I got this girl in bed again, which wouldn’t be tonight, I was going to explode before she could even get it out of my pants.
> When the end of the night came around, I paid our tab and helped direct Mona, who was now pretty lit, out of the bar and toward the cab waiting on the corner. I held the door open as Mona slid in, and Tiffany bent over to make sure she was strapped into her seatbelt. Before Tiffany climbed in, she stood back up, smiling at me thankfully. Before she could say a word, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in for a deep sensual kiss. She leaned into it, whimpering at the surprise of it. When we parted lips, she kept her eyes closed for a moment, and I couldn’t help but think she looked like an angel. When she opened them, she smiled, mouthing the word “goodnight” before climbing into the cab. I shut the door and tapped the roof of the cab, watching it drive off down the road. They weren’t that far from Tiffany’s, but I didn’t like the idea of them walking back. I’d talked Tiffany into taking the cab.
I stuck my hands in my pockets and meandered down the sidewalk, breathing in the cold air of New York as I strolled. There were plenty of cabs out on the strip, so I decided to go for a little walk before retiring for the night. There was something amazing about love and the smell of the city around you. I hadn’t ever been in that situation before, and it was almost intoxicating. I now was starting to see New York City’s obsession with love and dating. It was almost like a drug. I walked along the sidewalk watching other couples, whether they were together forever or just met each other, stumble out of bars and clubs. Some held hands, some made out every three steps, while others argued in the shadows, the troubles at home seeping out into their public lives.
