“What if I do it wrong?”
I cradled her cheek in my hand. “There’s no wrong Leah. You do what feels good.”
We undressed, and I sat in the chair. At first, she straddled me facing me, my dick nestled between her cleft and my belly.
“Suck my tits Sebastian. I love it when you do that.”
I held each round beauty in my hand and took turns sucking on one and then the other as she ground her pussy against my dick. She rose and got another condom from my desk and I showed her how to put it on me. I nearly came from her fingers rolling it over my engorged cock.
Then she sat in my lap facing away from me. She widened her thighs, and took my hand, pressing it against her pussy.
“Touch me. I’m so wet.”
I used my fingers to rub her pussy lips and flick at her clit. I was usually a man who liked to take charge in my sexual satisfaction, but I couldn’t deny how much I was enjoying watching her explore and discover her own sexual power and what made her feel good.
With my other hand, I played with her tit and kissed her neck.
She sighed. “You’re so good at this.”
“I’ve had a little practice.” With any other woman, that would have been the wrong thing to say. Women didn’t like to know about a man’s past women. But Leah wasn’t like any other woman.
“Am I more practice? Are you gaining new skills?”
I laughed. “Yes. I’ve never fucked a woman like this before.”
She turned her head back to look at me. Her eyes suggested she didn’t believe me.
“It’s the truth. Maybe if it goes well, we can try it in a car.”
Her eyes flashed with molten heat that made my dick twitch. “Who will drive?”
“We’ll get a private car, with a barrier between the front and back seats.”
Her breath hitched. “I want to that.”
“Now?” I’d need to come before leaving the office. I wasn’t sure I would be able to get my pants on over my erection.
“No. Now, I’m going to fuck you.”
To hear the dirty talk coming from such a sweet innocent face was almost more than I could bear. “Promises, promises.”
She turned forward again, and with her hands on my knees, she leaned forward slightly positioning herself over my cock. Slowly she sank down. Our joint moans filled my office, making me thankful for the soundproofing I’d put in.
She took my hands and covered her breasts. I kneaded them as she began to ride me. Her back was long and graceful as it moved in front of me. She was like a dancer, and if my cock would have lasted, I could have stayed there forever watching her move over me.
“I’m going to come, Leah.” I lightly bit her shoulder.
“Yes…”
While I tweaked one nipple, I brought my other hand down between her thighs and rubbed her clit. She cried out, and her pussy clamped around my dick.
“Fuck… Leah…” Pleasure speared through my entire body as I jacked my hips up to meet hers riding me. I pumped into her until she collapsed back against me.
“I liked that,” she said when her breath returned.
“I did too.” But it hadn’t been quite as good as when I took her on my desk, and I was certain that it was because I’d been bare. Don’t go there, I told myself. “I’m on the pill.” Her words echoed in my ears.
“What do you say we get some dinner and then rent a car?”
Her head turned back to look at me. “Now?”
I nodded. “Unless you have plans.”
She bit her lip as if she was weighing her options. “I do have to eat.”
I nodded. “Yes, you do.”
“Okay.” She rose from my lap, and I took care of the condom.
We got dressed, and I ordered a private limo. In the back seat, I kissed her and sucked on her tits, doing it just the way I knew she liked.
“Leah?”
“Yes.” She sighed as I licked her nipple.
“Do you trust me that I’m clean?”
“Yes.” She gripped my head to her tits.
“If you do, and you’re on the pill, maybe we can fuck bare.”
She looked down at me, her eyes where hot with desire, and something else that I didn’t want to acknowledge. “You trust me?”
“Yes.” I always wore a condom, not just to be safe from disease, but also to be safe from gold diggers or women who would try to use a baby to get more from me. But Leah wasn’t like that. And it wasn’t because she already had a trust fund bigger than what I was worth. Leah had plans for a future in business. She wasn’t a woman that felt like she needed a man to complete her life. Yes, she believed in love and family, but she wasn’t on the hunt for a man to complete her and wouldn’t trick me into a pregnancy. For that reason, and because my dick couldn’t go another minute without feeling her hot wet pussy walls on it, I trusted her. “But it’s up to you.”
“I want to feel the skin of your cock inside me, Sebastian.” She moaned at her own words.
A few minutes, later, she was straddled over me just like in the chair, but the sensations were a million times more intense as her hot pussy gripped my cock. When she came, it took every bit of my strength not to come with her.
I maneuvered her, changing our positions until she was on her back on the dark leather seat, and I was positioned between her thighs. I shoved my dick into her again, and she gasped.
“I want to see my cum dripping from your pussy, Leah.”
“Oh God, yes, Sebastian. Fill my pussy.”
Jesus, fucking Christ what she did to me. I gripped her hips, and thrust in, again and again, watching my bare dick disappear into her sopping wet pussy. “So fucking hot… shit… I’m going to come…” I’d hoped to wait until she was ready to come again, but my dick was cocked so tight, he had to shoot or explode.
“Touch yourself Leah. I want to feel you come on me when I shoot my cum in you.”
Her fingers slipped between her pussy folds, and she rubbed her clit. “Oh… I’m coming…”
Her hips shot up and her entire body went taut as her pussy shot me to the stars. I rammed into her, shooting one load, and then another, until it was dripping from her pussy. The sight of my cum oozing from her, heightened my orgasm, and I kept coming and coming until I’d shot every bit of seed I had into her.
As I came down from the high, I was pretty sure I’d never be able to be fully satisfied with a condom again. And so I didn’t use one on Wednesday, when Leah was back for her internship, and I called her into my office first thing in the morning to empty my load into her right up against the wall of my office. Then I ate it from her sweet pussy, making her come again.
I fucked her bare again that night at my place, after I helped her with her thesis, and then again on Thursday night, in the car we rented. On Friday morning, I called her in my office, and fucked her on my desk, and later after work, I fucked her again in my office shower.
By the end of the week, we’d settled into a routine, that involved a lot of cum filled mornings and evenings. When we weren’t fucking, she shared her lingerie design ideas, which often led to more fucking, and her marketing ideas, which reminded me how sharp she was in business. For the first time in a long time, I felt more than just content. I was happy. I knew it wouldn’t last. At some point, probably when she graduated, this would end. But until then, I was going to get my fill of Leah.
18
Leah
The last few weeks had been some of the best in my life. I was learning a lot at my internship, about business and the pleasures that could be had between a man and a woman. When Sebastian wasn’t ravishing my body, he was helping me with my thesis or providing feedback on work I was doing for his company.
I was loving life although it wasn’t total bliss. The more time we spent together, the more I wanted from him, not just sexually but emotionally, as well. Sebastian was a smart, caring man. Yes, he kept himself at a distance emotionally, but there were times when I looke
d into his eyes and saw a man who wanted more from life than the carefully constructed one he’d created.
He’d said he and his wife hadn’t had a traditional marriage, but clearly the loss of her had impacted him to the point that, like my father, he didn’t want to expose himself to more loss. Or maybe he felt it would be a betrayal to her, which I think was mostly why my father never dated.
I still had a couple of weeks before my internship ended and I graduated, so there was time for me to help Sebastian see he was a man worthy of love and family, and I wanted to be the woman who gave it to him. I knew I was in love with him now. It wasn’t just infatuation or lust. My heart was so full when I was with him, and so many times I wanted to hold him and tell him that I loved him, but held back, knowing it would violate the terms I’d agreed to when we started our affair.
That part was the worst. Hiding not just my feelings, but our relationship. I understood Sebastian’s concerns about his board and even the potential that my father wouldn’t take it well. But I hated keeping secrets from my father. And while it might cause some issue, my father loved me and I knew he cared for Sebastian, so he’d come around.
But all this stayed locked inside me as I spent time with Sebastian, often in his office, and sometimes at his place. We didn’t go out much for fear we’d be seen, but on occasion he’d rent a car and we’d drive through the city as we gave each other pleasure.
Ultimately, I had to accept that this was what I initially wanted. And it was what I’d agreed to. But I had patience and hoped that Sebastian would let me in beyond just our bodies.
I wasn’t going to see Sebastian tonight because my father asked if I could join him for dinner at his place. I often had dinner with him, but the way he asked suggested he had something to talk to me about.
“I don’t like lying to my father about us.” I confessed to Sebastian as we dressed after he fucked me against the window of his office.
“The only answer to that is to stop doing what we’re doing.” His voice was terse.
I sighed. “I think you underestimate how much he cares for both of us and wants us to be happy.”
He scowled at me. “What are you going to tell him Leah? Just so you know, dad, I’m having a sexual affair with Sebastian. He popped my cherry and fucks me at my internship?”
I hated when he got like this. Turning our time together into something sordid. Yes, I’d agreed to just sex, but that didn’t mean it was dirty or wrong. And of course, he was right. I couldn’t tell my father I’d agreed to a simple sexual affair with his best friend. What I wanted to tell my father was that I was having a relationship with Sebastian, but that’s not what this was. At least to Sebastian, this was just sex.
“Why do you have to be so vulgar about this, Sebastian?”
“That’s how he’ll see it. That’s how everyone will see it which is why no one can know.”
There were times I wondered if he was ashamed of me and that’s why he didn’t want people to know. “You don’t seem to mind people knowing you hook up with random women.”
His eyes flashed with anger. “Is that how you want people to see you? As another one of my random hook-ups?”
“No.” Maybe I wasn’t random, but clearly, I was just a hook-up. The reminder always hurt. I rubbed the spot over my heart.
He took my arms in his hands. “Leah, I was clear about this at the start.”
I pulled away. “Yes, I know.” I finished adjusting my dress. “I’m having dinner with my father tonight, so I won’t be over later.”
His eyes studied me, I imagined looking for whether I’d keep our secret. I huffed out a breath. “I’m not going to tell him.”
He nodded.
I turned to leave, and was reminded again that all this fantasy thinking that we could be more was just that, a fantasy. While he kissed me occasionally, he didn’t do so when we parted. He rarely held me after sex. I knew why. He clearly had a rule of no intimacy. I was a sadist that I knew that about him and still I put my body and heart out for him.
“Leah.”
I stopped at the door and turned to him.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.”
Yes, you could, I thought but didn’t say. Instead I nodded. “I’ll see you Monday.”
His eyes stared intently at me and I wondered if he was going to suggest we get together over the weekend.
I guess he decided I wasn’t in the mood, and instead he nodded. “Have a good weekend.”
Back home, I cleaned up and put on a summer dress and then headed over to my father’s place. I stopped by the kitchen where Lois was making salmon again.
“I’m cooking for three tonight,” she said as I got a glass of wine.
“Oh?” For a moment I wondered if my father had invited Sebastian for dinner.
“I think he’s bringing his lady friend.”
Lady friend? Sebastian had said something about a girlfriend, but my father hadn’t said a word.
“Leah, there you are.” My father entered the kitchen. “Come out and have a drink with me.”
I followed him to the living area where he had a bar. He poured himself a bourbon, and after loosening his tie, looked at me a bit sheepishly.
“Is this where you finally tell me that you’re seeing someone?”
His brows lifted. “How’d you know?”
“It seems everyone, but me knows.”
He looked down for a moment. “I wanted to tell you but wasn’t sure how.”
“Dad, I’ve been urging you to get out and date for a long time. Why would you have trouble telling me you were?”
He downed his drink and poured another. Then he came around the bar and sat on the couch. I took the chair across from him.
“I don’t have a good reason. I guess saying it out loud makes it real. And I suppose I worried that while in theory you were okay with it, maybe in reality you’d feel like it was a betrayal to your mom.”
“Do you think that?”
“Honestly? Sometimes.”
I patted his knee. “Mom would want you to be happy.”
“I know.” He put his hand over mine. “Her name is Karen, and she owns the coffee shop by my office.”
“The salmon lady.” I smiled at him.
He nodded and then tugged on his collar as if he was uncomfortable. “She’s younger than me.”
“Oh?” I quirked a brow.
“By about fifteen years.” That was less than the difference between me and Sebastian, but only by two years.
“Is that a problem?”
He blushed. “It feels a little cliché… older widower taking up with a much younger woman.”
Was that how Sebastian felt? “Are you happy, dad?”
He nodded. “Yes. She makes me feel… well, like I’m fifteen years younger.”
I laughed. “Well, then I can’t wait to meet her.”
The phone rang indicating we were getting a call from the building doorman.
“I guess that’s her,” I said. My father picked up the call and okayed the entrance of his friend Karen. I hoped I liked her for my dad’s sake.
I stayed back when he went to let her in the door so they could have privacy, but I’d heard the kiss he gave her. For a moment, I did feel weird that my father was kissing another woman, but I pushed it aside.
Finally, they entered the living area.
“Leah, honey, this is Karen, Karen this is my daughter, Leah.”
Karen looked more than fifteen years younger than my father. Her red hair flowed in wild abandon, and her green eyes shone with affection toward my father.
She extended her hand to me. “It’s so lovely to meet you Leah. I’ve heard so much about you. Congratulations on nearly being done with your MBA.”
“Thank you. It’s wonderful to meet you too.” I wanted to say something teasing about my father, but held back. He was already red as beet.
We had a lovely dinner. As it turned out, my father’s method
for getting to know her was to help her with her business plan, and now she was thinking of adding a second location of her coffee shop in Brooklyn.
After dinner, my father got a business call and had to excuse himself leaving me and Karen alone.
“I’ll admit I was worried about meeting you, Leah,” Karen said as we sat on the terrace of dad’s apartment.
“Oh?”
“It can’t be easy to see your father with a woman that isn’t your mother.”
“I want him to be happy. My mother would too. You seem to fit the bill.”
She smiled, and it was brilliant. I could see that her feelings for him were real. I had a tinge of jealousy that she could have that, but I couldn’t, at least not with the man I wanted.
“He’s worried about the age difference.”
“Are you?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. Age is just a number, after all.”
I laughed. “Dad seems younger now that you’re in his life, so I suppose it’s an attitude.”
“Yes. I guess that’s right.” Her expression appeared relieved. “How about you? You’re such a beautiful woman, Leah, you must have many suitors.”
I shifted uncomfortably. “Right now, I’m focused on my school work and internship.”
Her eyes narrowed in the way a woman’s did when she knew she wasn’t being told the whole truth. But she didn’t push me. “Well, you have time. You’re young still.”
I realized that she was in her mid-thirties and not married. Had she been married before? “I imagine it’s not much different from your business.”
She shrugged. “Clearly, your father isn’t the first man I’ve had in my life. I haven’t been very lucky in love… until now.” She sipped her wine. “I always had a tendency to choose men who didn’t want more than a good time, if you know what I mean. They were nice men, but complete commitment-phobes. My advice to you, Leah, is to steer clear of men like that. They’re fun to spend time with, but you end up wasting a lot of time in a relationship that won’t lead anywhere except to disappointment and heartache because they don’t change.”
I swallowed as I realized that’s what I had with Sebastian. And as much as I knew I was going to be hurt, I was staying in it with him in the hopes he’d change.
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