My junior work colleague gets jealous, so he fucks me hard in the supply room.
I’d always thought Garrett was a sweet guy.
Don’t get me wrong he really is.
He always has a smile for everybody. He does what he’s told. He’s efficient in his work.
No, he truly is. So much so, that he motivates me to stay on top of my own shit. I’ll watch him from my cubicle subtly sometimes, and even if he does stop briefly to laugh at a joke that was said, or participate here and there, he was always working on or finishing something. And it wasn’t busy work either.
No, he was talented, but maybe a bit oblivious sometimes. I’m sorry i’m even going to say this, but like a dumb blond. Which was a tiny inside joke between us technically “older women” in the company. We hadn’t heard from the eighteen other young interns hired throughout the building, but it seemed obvious they found him to be a catch. When he didn’t take any of them up on their offers after a couple of months, there were whispers that he might be gay.
I didn’t think he was gay.
I didn’t have ultimate gaydar, but there was something in his eyes when he looked at me, that just put a burning desire in the pits of my stomach. I knew he wasn’t gay.
But if he was, well okay, all the cute ones were gay anyways.
But Garrett must have heard the rumors, because he’d stood up from his desk randomly one day, five months ago with a serious expression on his face. “I’m not gay.” He stated calmly, but quickly shifted his eyes over to me, before sitting back down and continuing his work.
I widened my eyes hoping he didn’t think i’d started the rumors.
Of course, Leslie saw that as an opening to bombard him with questions in which we were all too eager to hear. Myself especially, even though I pretended to do my work. Or pretended not to see how often I would catch him looking over at me, before shifting his gaze back to his screen.
Sometimes he looked away.
But sometimes his gaze lingered.
And my heart dropped. And I pretended not to be affected. I’ll give him a small teasing smile. He always smiled back softly, charmingly, a hint of flirtation at the corner of his lips.
I would smile and get back to my work, thinking he was just entertaining an ‘old lady.’ Listen I didn’t think I was old, but to him yes. An eleven year almost twelve year age gap, usually didn’t mean anything past that.
Besides, I wasn’t any prettier than the ladies working all throughout the company that were in his age range.
I truly didn’t think anything of it.
Even when he’d cornered me by the office’s espresso machine. Well not really cornered, but had stood really close for us being the only two in the area.
“Ms. Young. I’m not gay.”
I’d spun around in surprise as I finished pouring a bit of oat milk into my coffee. I laughed and put the milk away. “Okay, I didn’t think you were.”
“Yeah?” He’d asked leaning against the counter, his fingers softly tapping the edge.
I nodded and gave him a small smile.
He’d blushed and straightened up, passing his hand slowly down his shirt. “Okay.” He’d whispered with a smile, giving me that look under his eyes he occasionally did, that made me feel like he could peer into my soul. “Good.” He’d smiled and turned away.
Yes, even after that, I still genuinely thought it was him just being adorable.
“Ms. Young.” His body pressed hard against me, pushing me further into the shelf of boxes. I pressed my palm against the boxes as he gripped my face, lifting it up slightly, before trailing his finger down my throat. “I’m so jealous.” He whispered before pulling the tip of my ear in his mouth. He bit it softly. My pussy clenched . He moved his hand and his fingers tightened around my throat. “Every time he touches you. I know it’s nothing. I can’t help it.”
So, maybe I should have seen us happening…maybe, a big maybe.
I actually can’t believe it is happening.
He was my boyfriend. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a boyfriend. It felt so strange, but exhilarating. I had once again been turned into a teenage mess. I tried hard not to let my glee get the best of me.
I was grown now. I could control my emotions. I could control them almost too well. Ever since I was a little adopted five year old girl.
Well, we had promised not to tell anybody.
I thought we could drag this out as quietly as possible and see where this goes.
Yeah, right.
The next Monday, after our little ridiculous hook-up weekend. Yes, we ended up spending the weekend together fucking. Then Sunday morning, upon waking up, he’d asked if we could go out. If I could be his girlfriend.
I’d been so shocked and told him, I didn’t think this thing was anything past this.
“I’m not a whore, Ms. Young.” He’d spoken seriously. But he was too fucking cute naked in my bed, with those sheets draped very low on his waist. His naked body was beautiful. He clearly took care of himself. Ate well, went to the gym. He had light brown hair sprinkled on his chest, and then a steady stream from his belly all the way down. Even his legs were feathered with lightest of light brown hair. He was hairier than I thought he would have been, but somehow that made him even sexier. “You can’t just fuck me and leave me.” He leaned back on the palm of hands. “I don’t usually do this. I promise.”
I laughed cut off guard by his statement. Weren’t those my lines? He laughed softly along with me, his eyes warm as they took me in. “But seriously.” His voice had softened. “I don’t usually do this. I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time. I was getting desperate.”
All I could do was stare at what was….a love confession?
“What?” He’d asked. “Please don’t say our age.”
I had laughed and shook my head. “No, it’s just those are….never mind. It’s just…” I trailed off. The age was a big factor even if I did want to admit it.
“We’re both adults.” He explained, giving me those intense gazes of his. “I fucked you like an adult didn’t I?”
“You call me Ms. Young.” I interjected weakly.
He smiled mischievously. “You like it.” He stated knowingly.
My heart dropped to my stomach.
“I could call you Yara.” He offered.
I looked to the side and pouted. Oh, be honest. “Fine whatever, it’s just….” I shrugged. “Look if you’re looking for a sugar mama, I’ll just let you know it’s not me.” I shook my head, and waved my finger in his face. “I have just enough money to take care and spoil myself. I can’t spoil you too.”
Garrett had smiled and straightened up, causing the sheets to slip a bit, and his soft pubic hair to make an appearance. He took my hand. “I got a permanent position now, remember.” He squeezed my hand. “And I won this year’s new retro prototype contest.” He smiled warmly. “I can spoil you too. This is why I waited a bit to make sure I secured the job. I’m not rich, but Ms. Young, I’ll be able to treat you really well. I know how to invest.”
Why did that make my pussy clench?
He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. “I’m a good guy. I’ll be good to you.” He promised. “Ask my family, my siblings, my friends, anybody you want.”
I chuckled and shook my head surprised as to how this conversation, was not going in any direction I’d previously dealt with.
He interlaced our hands and I looked down.
I sighed and lifted my eyes to him. “Okay, last, why me?” I asked seriously.
He took a deep breath and exhaled softly. “You’re really beautiful.” He answered.
I blinked at him in surprise.
“No, really. I am very, very attracted to you.” He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes locked with mine as he squeezed my hand. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you are.”
No way was this actually happening. No way was a human male saying these words with sincerity and lust entwined, naked on my bed.
“I like how you look.” His eyes shifted down my silk pj tank top. “I like your body—-“ he cut himself off, and straightened up. “I mean that in a respectful way, I also think you’re very smart and nice and caring.” He added quickly his eyes a little wider.
There was no way.
I snorted.
“I just like you.” He answered softly with a shy smile.
“I’m honestly surprised you’re still single.” I admitted, holding his hand tightly. “Unless you’re a psychopath that has yet to reveal himself, you’ve proven time and time again to be a great guy.”
He looked me over silently for a while. His gaze holding my face before he sighed and moved his eyes around the room, avoiding my gaze. “I was still going to hit on you.” He mumbled.
“Huh?”
He gave me a sheepish look. “When I found out you were married…” he whispered.
My eyes widened in surprise.
“I still wanted….to pursue you….” He cleared his throat. “Have an affair.”
“Garrett!” I laughed in shock.
“I didn’t!” He said quickly putting his hand out. “I thought about it. I thought maybe you wouldn’t do that. I convinced myself multiple times to stop….” He took a deep breath and exhaled in relief. “And then I found out you were actually already separated and going to divorce.” He grinned charmingly. “So I waited a little bit more.”
And you know what?
I didn’t need anything more than that.
And that’s how he got me to agree. Of course with the condition that we tell nobody at work and just see how well our relationship developed without other people’s influence or having it affect either or both of our job. There was no rule in our company against office romance. In fact, they seemed to encourage it.
Shit there’s been at least twelve in the company, since I’ve been here, and eight of them were still together.
Garrett had agreed heartily.
Monday morning, I realized Garrett was a horrible liar.
Yes, he might have left my apartment that day at six in the morning to catch an uber to his place and get ready, but that did not give him the excuse to be so obvious.
No, he didn’t tell anybody.
No, he didn’t say anything inappropriate or alluding to it.
He didn’t have to.
I saw the expression on his face every time he looked at me.
It was only 10:46 a.m when Leslie slid her chair over to my desk as she nodded to Garrett watching us.
He smiled at us.
“So, you two finally hooked up.”
I waved him off as subtly as I could, and he quickly turned his attention back to his desk.
I groaned and lifted my eyes to Leslie, not even bothering to deny it. “It’s that obvious huh?”
She grinned. “He has worn the biggest shit-eating grin all day, while sending heart eyes your way.”
I smiled against my will. He had. I hated how obvious it was, yet loved every moment of it.
“Was it good?” She whispered, putting her head close to mine.
I grinned and leaned in arching an eyebrow. “So good.”
“What’s so good?” My body tingled at the touch it now craved as he lightly put his hand on my shoulder.
Leslie and I both looked up to Garrett lowering his head to our level.
Leslie giggled like a little schoolgirl as we pulled apart. “Calm down lover boy.” She teased. Leslie smiled she rolled away, but I noticed a slight flicker of sadness in her smile. Was she thinking of her own chaotic marriage life?
I grabbed Garrett’s shirt before he could straighten up, and tugged him down.
The expression on his face switched from shock to lust as he exhaled quickly. “Ms. Young.” He whispered.
Why does the way he say my name make me quiver? “You’re being too obvious.” I’d whispered in his ear.
“Sorry.” He’d whispered back, but didn’t move his head, so we stayed like that for a brief moment. No more than three seconds. But three seconds was a long time in a nosy office of seven.
All our colleagues had been watching us. Even if they couldn’t hear, the action was intimate enough to garner their attention.
I brought this one on my self.
I released my hold on him and went back to work as nonchalant as possible.
That was two months ago, and now we’re still professional, but less walking on eggshells.
To be honest he is a great boyfriend, well i’m also a pretty good girlfriend too. Treat me right, i’ll treat you right.
I couldn’t deny we fit well.
We passed the awkward phases with, laughter, sheepish glances and lots of talking. I was surprised how open he was. It had taken me months to even open up a bit to my ex-husband, so I surprised myself with how much I talked with Garrett. I guess it was seeing how willing he was to be vulnerable with me, that made me do the same thing. It’s not that we agreed on everything, far from it. But we agreed on what truly mattered. Family. He wanted kids too. “We could have kids if you want Ms. Young. I would like that. I want to be a dad. I think you’ll make a great mother.” Cheating. Never done, yes had it done to him. I was surprised that anybody would have cheated on Garrett. “I was very naïve, Ms. Young. Not so much so anymore, but i’ve been very cautious of who I approach. I was really nervous to talk to you.” Similar sexual boundaries and rules. “We can try anything you want. And always tell me if there’s something you don’t want or like.” And mutual understanding of the kind of respect we wanted and gave to the other.
So, all this is wonderful.
Also, I left out a very teeny tiny thing.
Garrett was the possessive type. I wonder if he’d gotten more so after he’d gotten cheated on.
It had been an interesting conversation. He admitted being cheated on could have made it more intense, but surprisingly the girl that cheated on him with his then best friend, he’d been about to break up with her anyways. “She was narcissistic and a liar, Ms. Young. I hated how much she lied for the stupidest thing.”
Garrett admitted his jealousy was almost instinctual. That he was moving before he could talk himself out if it. That he was sorry if he overreacted sometimes.
I’d smirked. “Sometimes?”
If somebody stared at me too long, he stared back at them. He put his hand on my shoulder, on my lower back, on my ass. He placed himself closest to me in every group outing. He inserted himself between me and anybody he thought was a little too close. The office had picked up very fast what kind of boyfriend Garrett was. It had spread through the company like wildfire.
And you know what?
My annoyance and anger towards him doing so was completely fake. I saw the looks of envy, but also looks of pride from the other older ladies. Garrett was giving me an ego boost that I didn’t know I truly needed after my divorce.
I loved it. But I also wanted to reassure him, he didn’t need to be like that. He could trust me. He said he did. It was the others he didn’t. We’ll come back to that later.
Because last week, there was a new hire, 32 year-old Liam Kurt. He was told to shadow me, because he was covering Shola’s emergency maternity leave on the third floor.
Garrett behaved himself for the most part. The most part. How he ended up in all our interactions was a mystery to me. And if anybody had had any doubts that there was something going on between us these past two months, his clearly short and annoyed interactions with Liam, sealed the deal.
When Liam had touched my arm affectionately during a conversation in the coffee room,
Garrett had stared at the guy’s pale hand until he removed it.
Liam and I had been given overtime bonus during the training week, and we took it. Especially since I had to redo most of our edits on a new trial app for the company. Learning and teaching simultaneously was not for the faint.
Which also meant, I didn’t leave around the same time as Garrett like we’d started to do.
His fingers dug into my waist as he slammed his hips against my ass. His thick dick rammed in and out of my wet pussy. He angled my ass up, arching me more and slammed into me.
I cried out at the intensity. His right hand quickly covered my mouth as he pressed his left hand down my lower back and dug his dick deeper.
It was too much, and yet just right. My pussy walls stretched as he inserted himself as deep as he could. Balls against me, the sensation vibrating through the echoes of pain and pleasure. “Ms. Young.” Garrett pressed his lips against my ear. “Can you feel how deep I am inside you?” He whispered. “I think I can go deeper.”
I cried against his hand as he yanked my ass back harder against him, forcing himself to penetrate me even deeper.
Pain shot through me, yet my body vibrated with the tingles of orgasmic pleasure. I knew what he was doing. Demonstrating his anger through the most primitive human instinct.
Dominance.
Ownership.
It made my pussy weep.
“I can stay and wait with you.” He suggested softly as he crouched by my desk. His beautiful eyes locked with mine. “I never use my overtime. I can help.”
“Aww…” I touched his arm and smiled. “It’s okay. Liam is actually fast and efficient.” I praised. “I was worried he’ll get overwhelmed, but he might be better at this than Shola and myself.” I grinned as I showed him the template. “Look, he showed me an even faster way to edit these templates. At this rate, he’ll be updating all of Shola’s files in no time.”
I turned my head to Garrett watching me, instead of staring at the template on the screen.
He turned his head to my screen and nodded. “Hummm.”
After a few seconds, Garrett put his hand over mine on the mouse and started to direct it. “Also, if you drag your toolbox here,”
I stared at his serious expression.
“It expands like this to give you complete control, without looking for the other extensions.”
I whipped my head to my screen and gasped. “Wait you also know how to use the new SGdesign app?”
Garrett nodded as I stared at my expanded toolbox. “I learned it last week.” He slowly removed his hand from on top of mine, letting his thumb softly brush the back of my hand.
I turned to him in shock. “You did? Why? You don’t ever have to do these edits.”
“I know.” He shrugged and turned to me warmly. “I wanted to be able to help you if you ever needed it. Especially with Shola gone and Liam being new.”
I grinned and nudged him. “Thank you.” The smile remained on my face as he smiled back at me.
“Nice Yara, how did you get those tools placed there?” Liam put his hand on my shoulder as he leaned in to peer at the computer. “We won’t have to repopulate these boxes anymore.”
“Garrett showed me.” I beamed at him, but he’d released my hand, because we’d said no office PDA. He wasn’t that great at keeping his hands to himself, I’d find out. He straightened up to his full height. But kept his hands in his pocket as he looked down at Liam’s hand on my shoulder and at the way he leaned on my desk.
“Sweet.” Liam patted my shoulder. “I see I can still learn a few things from a veteran.” He teased.
I reached out and grabbed Garrett’s exposed wrist out the side of his pockets. “Yes, yes, but you guys are slightly faster with this tech thing I do admit.” I squeezed Garrett’s wrist. “He’s the best.” I looked up at him and smiled softly. He smiled down at me, his shoulders relaxed. He slid his hand out of his pocket. Our fingers moved, we exchanged a small hand hold, before letting go.
“I’m going to help you guys. You can send whichever files still need the new updates.” Garrett told Liam and turned away to go to his desk. I watched and smiled as he got into serious mode. He looked over at me and smiled. He lifted his eyes and his smile dropped before returning his gaze to his computer.
Liam chuckled. “He hates me so much.”
I shrugged his hand off. “Go do your work sir, and stop trying to get a reaction out of him.”
He laughed. “But the young man makes it so easy.”
I smiled but rolled my eyes at his nonsense. Liam was not interested in me at all, contrary to what Garrett seemed to believe regardless of what I said.
“Is he gay then?” Garrett had asked.
“What? No. He’s been with his girlfriend for about three years.”
“How do you know that?”
“We talk.”
“What else do you talk about?”
I’d stopped and stared at him. “Garrett, we’re not interested in each other.”
He nodded. “Okay so regular, you talk about regular stuff.”
I smiled and grabbed his hand. “Come on, don’t dig a hole for yourself. There’s nothing there. I truly want nobody else but you.”
Garrett had nodded.
I smiled at my screen and turned my head to catch Garrett’s gaze on me. That intense stare that dropped my heat into the abyss, making me want to throw myself at him. Usually, I was the first to look away, but this time he looked away, his expression remained neutral.
It had me wondering. What was he thinking?
**
“What do I do Ms. Young?” Garrett hugged me tight from the back. His arms wrapped affectionately around my shoulders. He dropped his head to the back of my neck. His soft breath teased my senses. “Ms. Young, i’m so fucking irritated.” He rolled his hips into me, his bulge rubbed up my ass. “I hate him.”
I laughed. “No you don’t. You just dislike him and that’s okay.” I turned my head to the side the best I could to take in his profile. “He’s just teasing because he knows how much we like each other.”
Garrett lifted his head off my shoulder and stared at me with a serious expression.
I nudged him a little. “Come on let’s go back up and finish up.” I blew him a playful kiss and smiled. “We’ll have dinner and a nice night.”
Garrett sighed and buried his head back in my neck. He inhaled me deeply, as he pressed his hip into my backside. His arms loosened around my shoulder and slowly dropped as his hands trailed soft touches down my arm.
My eyes closed momentarily at the tingling sensations he was sending all over my body. His hands then moved up the side of my pressed shirt slowly before, he brought them forward and grasped my breasts tightly causing me to moan in surprise.
“Ms. Young?” He whispered in my ear as he rolled his hip deeply into me. “May I fuck your mouth?”
**
I stretched my arms up and yawned lazily. Moving my neck side to side as I rolled my chair around to stare out at the night skyline.
“It’s getting late.”
“Yeah.” Liam called out from Leslie’s desk where he was working. “I think we got through almost all the old files.”
I nodded and stared at Garrett’s empty desk. I looked at my watch. Had he found the box of sample covers?
It’s true he wasn’t that great at finding things. I chuckled to myself as all of us women in the office realized sending any of the guys to the supply room without explicit instructions came back fruitless. It’s as if they turned blind when it came for searching for anything. Unfortunately, Garrett was not an exception. I wonder why that was. Why could guys never find things right in front if them?
But he’d volunteered to get the box.
He probably hadn’t found it yet. It should be on the fourth shelf from the door, further back.
I picked up my phone, about to message him, when a text popped up.
-Ms. Young. I can’t find the box.
I smiled and texted back.
-blue box in the top shelf towards the back. Shelf #4
-I looked there.
He texted immediately.
-Can you come help me?
I shook my head and chuckled.
-coming
-Thank you ❤️
I got up. “I’ll be back.”
Liam nodded at me in acknowledgment as he continued working. I smiled. I really liked it when people did their job. It just made a huge difference for everybody else, when everybody was pulling their weight. That’s why I loved this company. That’s why I didn’t move when there had been an offer with another agency two years ago as I was figuring out finances and my divorce, thinking I needed to make more now that I was going to be single once more.
But sometimes, it’s not just about the pay. Sometimes it’s simply the people who you work with that makes all the difference.
And would you look at that. I’d gotten a raise a couple months ago after our yearly review, which was to be expected but it had been bigger than I had thought.
“Thanks for sticking with us Yara. Your work and dedication to this company has not gone unnoticed.”
I’d stared at Director Hughly in surprise. It was nice to be recognized for the efforts, but I didn’t think he really cared. I mean our department might be his favorite, since it’s the only one that hasn’t had a turnover in the past two years. But also something in the way he said those words made me think…did he know I had interviewed with another job?
Did he fear me leaving?
Well good.
At least he knew my work.
We shared a smile and I left.
Yes, this company wasn’t perfect, but it was family. Besides, we were actually doing very well. I’ll stick around for the success.
I opened the supply room. “Garrett?” I stepped in.
“Over here.”
I chuckled and closed the door being me in the dim room. My short heels clicked on the stone floor as I made my way towards the back. “Really? You couldn’t find one box?” I teased as I turned the corner and stared at him with my hand over my chest.
Garrett shook his head. “None of these have the sample covers.”
“Humm.” I frowned and walked up to him, turned my back to him and scanned the shelf. I reached up on my tip toes gripping on to the shelf as I squinted up to read the labels on the boxes. “Hummm…” he was right. They weren’t on this shelf.
“You see Ms. Young.” I froze because he was flushed right against me. My back to his chest, ass against his abs, his hands on my waist, his mouth by my ear. “Maybe it was moved.” He trailed his hands slowly down the side of my thighs, until he gripped the hem of my skirt, and slowly scrunched it up.
I tried not to smile. “Garrett?”
“Hummm?”
“What are you doing?”
He bent his head and pressed a kiss against my neck, as he slowly rolled his hip into mine.
I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of his lips and the hardness of his dick.
“Ms. Young.” He whispered as he slowly slid my skirt up my thighs. “Do you think if I fuck your brains out here, Liam will finally understand you’re mine?”
I laughed and pushed him back, moving from him caging me. “Stop.” I pointed a finger at him ignoring the fact that my heart was racing. “That’s completely crossing the line.” I told him. But Garrett watched me, with such a calm but serious expression, my body was buzzing. My mind couldn’t even pretend to process that he wouldn’t, no he would, he really would and that excited me more than I cared to admit.
I spun around to the next shelf enthusiastically. “Okay let’s look here.” I scanned the shelf. “If we don’t find it. It’s fine. We’ve worked really hard and we can just call it a night. I can’t believe he still only wants physical copies of these things, as if digital archives don’t exi——“
I trailed off to Garrett wrapping his arms around me from behind, pressing himself against me again.
And that’s how we ended up here.
“Ms. Young?” He whispered in my ear as he rolled his hip deeply into me. “May I fuck your mouth?”
I turned around in his embrace, only for him to press me against the shelf of boxes.
“Garrett…”
“Nobody’s here.” He stated. To my surprise he released me but held my gaze as he unbuckled his pants.
My eyes widened at him, but he didn’t waver as he unbuttoned his navy slacks and zipped it down.
I looked around the supply room in disbelief. I’d never had an office affair. Never. Never done anything remotely like this my time here. This was….fuck this was exciting.
“Just a little bit Ms. Young.” Garrett whispered as he reached inside his boxer briefs and pulled his throbbing erection.
I covered my mouth with my hand. Shit he was ready, ready. How long had he had this? I didn’t even know. He could hold back for a long time. But by now I already knew, the girth and length he was at, he’d been hard for a while.
Garrett could go two or three full rounds without cumming. By controlling his breathing and redirecting as he said it, he was able to orgasm without ejaculating. He said the sensation was stronger that way.
“I try not to masturbate and when I did, I tried not to cum, cause it exhausted me and wasn’t as fulfilling by myself, and then it just got easier to hold back and it felt better too.”
This was the first time I’d heard anything like this before.
“But it’s getting even harder now Ms. Young.” He’d whispered to me one night after we both came so hard our bodies were shaking. “All I want is to cum inside you.”
“Garrett.” I repeated slowly as I watched him slowly stroke his delicious dick while keeping his eyes on me. “We’re still at work.” I whispered like he didn’t know.
Garrett released his dick but stepped to me, to gently caress the side of my face. His fingers were wet with his precum. “Get on your knees Ms. Young.” He whispered, parting my bottom lip with his thumb.
I obeyed automatically. Slowly lowering myself to my knees.
I also learned another thing being with Garrett.
Although he loved giving me pleasure and making me cum over and over again, this was a very much sub/dom relationship.
Completely unexpected of him being so, but even more un-expecting of how submissive I was to him.
I never found myself inclined to those over aggressive brute, male alphas or anything about Daddy or baby girl, it just wasn’t my thing. I did love a man taking charge, but through my adult life I’d learned, if I wanted sex in ways I could enjoy, I did have to wind up taking charge, and I got used to it. I just thought I had an idea of the roles of a dom/sub in a relationship, or the way they were supposed to act.
Or so I thought I thought.
But this…
Whatever this was, I was never going back from.
I realized very early on, Garrett effortlessly directed and guided our intimate moments. Even his suggestions. Weren’t really suggestions, they were more of a foreshadow as to what was to come.
I didn’t even have to think on how I was going to get mine.
Because I knew I was.
I knew whatever he did, I was going to be rewarded.
I ate it right up and asked for more.
I’d even asked him, if he wanted me to be a little more proactive. He’d told me so sweetly, I could do whatever I wanted.
And I had tried.
But…I couldn’t out freak him. Even those rare times I made him cum on the first round, I knew when he was done with me, he’ll have me knocked back into last year.
I loved my life.
Garrett moaned loudly as slid his dick through my parted lips. He held the base of his dick as he slowly fucked my mouth, staring down at me as I looked up at him.
“Do you like it Ms. Young?” He asked, keeping up the steady rhythm.
I nodded briefly, my head breaking rhythm before resuming.
“You suck it so good.” He licked his bottom lip as he moved a fraction faster. “I love watching you suck my dick.”
I moaned.
“Ms. Young.” He moaned, bringing his hand up placing it on top of my head softly.
“Maybe if he saw how good you suck my dick. He’ll keep his hand off you.” He pressed my head down. “Huh?” He asked moving his hips a little faster.
I gulped, pushing my tongue up under his dick to push him back so I wouldn’t choke. He pulled back a tiny bit and slowed back down.
“That wasn’t too much was it Ms. Young?” Garrett asked as he looked down at me, his eyes darkened, lips parted. “That was just a little.” He whispered pressing my head back down slowly, filling my mouth inch by inch. Stretching my lips to it’s full capacity.
“You see…” he moaned softly as he pressed my face against his groin, my nose dug into his pubic hair which had the faint lingering smell of fresh laundry mixed with the smell of his skin. “I knew you could take more.” He grunted and slowly fucked my mouth deeply, not pulling out more than an inch.
I gripped on to his thighs as my saliva dripped onto his balls. I took deep breaths through my nose.
“Ms. Young, you’re so good at this.” He gripped my hair tightly. “Fuck…” he whispered as he slowly pulled back his throbbing wet dick, allowing me to take a deep gulp of air.
I panted and looked up at him, as I once again realized how important oxygen was.
Garrett tilted his head to the side and watched me. “Forget, what I said. I don’t want anybody to ever see you like this.” He whispered.
My pussy throbbed at his gaze.
He grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself back inside my mouth with a loud groan. I tried to grab his thighs as he fucked my mouth. I narrowed my lips to try and control how deep he entered me so as not to hit the back of my throat, but was failing.
“Ms. Young.” He moaned, releasing my head and pressing both palms of his hands against the shelf as he thrusted inside me. “Ms. Young, this feels so good.”
I gripped his ass with one hand and rubbed his balls gently before pressing two fingers against the sensitive spot right behind them. Rubbing it over and over again.
“Fuck…fuck…Ms. Young…” Garrett jerked deep inside me, causing me to choke. “Fuck…. Yara!…” Garrett gasped and abruptly pulled out of me shaking. a large glob of clear liquid still connected his dick to my throat.
Garrett chuckled in disbelief.
I smiled and swirled my tongue around the slimy material and broke it as it slid down my chin.
“Ms. Young….” Garrett shook his head. “If you keep doing that…”
I opened my mouth for more.
His eyes glazed over, as he exhaled slowly.
Garrett, inhaled sharply as he brought my head back against his groin. His dick entered my mouth swiftly. He held my throat and my head as his dick repeatedly touched the back of my throat.
I tried to push his thighs away, but he didn’t stop.
He threw his head back and moaned loudly, over and over again. “Ms. Young, this is mine. You’re all mine…all mine. So good. This is so fucking good. Fuck…fuck…Ms. Young…I want to cum.”
Tears streamed down my face as it turned into a tug and pull. I was trying to pull away, from the lack of oxygen and my throat hurting, but at the same time, wanting to keep on driving him crazy. My fingers still rubbed away at the most sensitive spot behind his balls.
“Ms. Young.” He cried out as his hips moved erratically.
I couldn’t believe it, my mouth had gotten used to his pounding. Had he fucked away my gag reflexes? I was getting better, but didn’t realize this good. I moaned as I moved my head, my lips moving around the base of his dick, brushing against his pubic hair.
“Fuck.” He whispered as he pressed my head down and held it there. His dick throbbed down my throat as he shot inside me.
I choked and tried to pull back.
“Take it Ms. Young.”
Of course I will. I swallowed heartily. Rubbing my face against him as he moaned loudly, moving his hips, twitching inside me.
His grip finally loosened, and I was able to pull back.
I gasped proudly and took deep breaths as he panted against the shelf, his head bowed as he watched me.
I smiled against his throbbing semi.
“Ms. Young…” he panted, his shoulders raising and falling.
“Yes?” I smiled up at him proudly myself.
He smiled.
My heart dropped straight to my pussy.
I know that smile.
Garrett yanked me up and turned me around. My skirt was over my ass and my underwear down my thighs in record time.
“Garrett wai—-!”
I grabbed onto the shelf as he rammed inside me. He pulled back, lifted my ass a little higher and did it again. “Ms. Young.” He stated softly. “You got so wet from me fucking your mouth?” He thrusted inside me as he gripped my waist, arching my back as he controlled my ass.
I moaned loudly.
“Can you hear how wet you are?” He asked fucking me loud, allowing the wet sounds of our intrusion to fill our ears. “Fuck, Ms. Young, what am I going to do?” He asked. He fucked me hard and fast as he pressed his mouth against my ear. “Yara, I think i’m obsessed.”
I couldn’t stop the noises I was making, anymore than I could stop his determination to fuck me into oblivion.
As he fucked me relentlessly against the shelf, we ignored the moving boxes of supplies, and the stack of papers that fell. That’s when I noticed the box he had my face next to was the blue sample cover box we’d been looking for. Right across from shelf 4, out of place with the green boxes, like it had been pushed there recently.
I gasped and looked behind me, unable to speak, but all Garrett did was smile and wink. He grabbed my hands and pulled them back giving me even less control of the angle in which he entered me. “Ms. Young, you’re getting really loud.”
“So—so—sto—stop.”
“Someone might hear you.” He fucked me harder. “Someone might hear you and know just how much you love my dick.”
I cried out my body shaking.
“Ms. Young, when you sound like that.” He gasped. “I just want to… “
I panted, my eyes squeezed shut as he dick pounded inside me. Vibrating my clit, creating an endless stream of nerve endings to go haywire.
I started babbling. “So good. You fuck me so good. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oohh baby, yes! Yes!” I cried out. “Yes!”
I felt the explosion in my head, before it burst through the rest of my body.
Garrett gasped as he held me tight against him, his dick had stopped moving, but it throbbed inside me. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispered, panting as he held my still trembling body. “It’s okay Ms. Young. I’m here. I got you.”
I pressed my body against his as I cried and shook. What was happening to me? What was this? Why was I crying? Why couldn’t I stop? I need this. I needed this. This was his fault. I tried to push him away, but glad when he refused to release me.
I sank into his arms exhausted as he pulled out of me.
“Ms. Young, you’re so beautiful when you cum.” He whispered softly. “I’m still a little jealous.”
All I could do was sigh and rest my back against his chest. I could feel his dick twitching against my ass. He wasn’t planning on cumming anytime soon. Meaning he’ll probably hold out until we got home. Which also meant, he had plans to fuck me again here, in this room.
**
Garrett calmly picked up Ms. Young’s purse and sweater.
Liam had stared pointedly at his screen the entire time, not once turning to watch the young man collect his stuff and hers.
“Ms. Young said you should go. You’ve done enough work for today.” Garrett stated calmly.
Liam nodded, the back of his neck slightly red. “Ye—-yeah, i’m just doing this one and i’ll head out. You—you two go ahead.”
“Okay don’t forget the lights.” Garrett replied as he made his way to the door. He opened the door, but could see Liam’s reflection on the window staring back at him.
Garrett turned around, catching Liam too fast for him to look away. “Oh and…stop touching Ms. Young. I know it means nothing, but it’s a little irritating. I’m sure you can understand as somebody else’s boyfriend.”
Liam chuckled awkwardly and cleared his throat. “Uh yeah—-yeah of course—my—-my bad.” He turned back to the screen.
Satisfied Garrett turned around with the stuff he came to collect and walked out the door with a small smile on his face to join Ms. Young, who told him she’ll wait for him by the elevator.
She didn’t think she was presentable enough to go back to the office.