My junior work colleague wants to cum inside me.
Wait!
Before you go.
Just hear me out.
Just hear me out about this.
It was during a magical drunken night? Can I use that as an excuse.
“Oh…fuck, you like that?” His wet tongue licked up the side of my ear before he bit it.
It made a lot of sense.
I was 38.
Recently divorced.
(It had taken almost two whole fucking years for him to finally sign the papers, but the asshole finally did)
No kids.
(Had wanted one, but thank god I was level headed enough to take precaution)
Because look where we were now.
From 10 years together to practically strangers.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His panted breaths caressed my ear. “Why are you so fucking wet?”
As if to emphasize it he smacked into me harder. The sound of our wet flesh contacting echoed in my bedroom.
He lifted his head. His body damp, hair damp, lips damp.
His damp skin smelled so fucking good.
I lifted my head, tongue out and licked his sweat from his throat.
I could feel his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed hard before parting his lips.
His tongue sticking out slightly, eyes closed, as his hips smacked faster and harder into mine.
“So good…” he moaned. “So fucking good…..fuck….this pussy is so…fucking… good….uuugggghhhh…” he dropped his head and opened his eyes. Cinnamon swirls gazed down at me with dilated pupils. He panted as he slowed down to roll his body into me. His tilted dick now scraping the roof of my inner walls.
“How was he able to let this pussy go?”
My whole body trembled as I moaned out loud.
“I wouldn’t be able to….aaaggghhhh.” He groaned, bit down on his bottom lip and dug his dick deep, holding it there as I spasmed on his dick. My legs twitching. “Fuck…yes….fuck…cum on my dick Ms. Young.”
I gasped.
That was the third.
Fuck when was the last time, i’d came three times in a session?
Never. The answer was never.
He resumed his movements slowly and rolled his hips.
“You like it that much huh?” He whispered, eyes locked on me, his expression serious. “You like the way my dick feels up that tight wet pussy of yours Ms. Young?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and trembled.
He chuckled and kept going.
He knew what he was doing.
He knew how to use that dick. The huge dick that tilted to the right when full erect. The dick where the tip was slightly curved up.
The dick that deserved it’s own fan club.
“Uuuggghhh. I’m so tired.” I protested as I spun in my chair.
The chuckle from three computers down rang in my ear as I stopped and faced my chair at him, pointing an accusing finger. “You have no business laughing.”
Garrett moved his head away from his computer screen to grin mischievously at me. “Yes ma’am.”
I inhaled sharply and squinted at him. “It’s Ms. Young to you young man.”
His smile deepened as he blew me a kiss, which I smacked away playfully and returned to my computer screen.
Garrett Brooks was 27 years old.
Texas born and raised, but had left at the ripe age of 22 and never looked back.
He joined our company last year in our CEO’s attempt at expanding our reaches to a younger generation.
Which just means he was eager to hire four young and fresh employees. One quit after 3 weeks, no explanation, no notice, just quit. The second one constantly complained about work as if he didn’t understand what working was all about. Glad he was in the marketing section. The third one, well she just got transferred to receptionist and we all were pretty sure was fucking Director Hughly.
Which I mean great for her, Director Hughly was a silver fox indeed, but man on man was he a whore.
A certified slut.
The amount of times an employee in the building has caught him in some questionable position with another employee was a lot.
No, like a lot.
But he was the director of the company and his family where the largest shareholder and his little brother was CEO, well basically you get it right.
Director Hughly gave a look and a smile and the panties dropped.
Well they dropped if you were under 30, hadn’t worked for him for more than 3 months, and didn’t find him to just be a fucking overgrown child.
Nice guy, but a fucking manchild when he didn’t get his way.
So, kudos to Rorie for real.
She’d lasted months, and it seemed last month was when they might or might not have slept together after the company dinner.
“Why does it feel so good?” He asked gripping my hips tight. His fingers sinking into my damp skin. His face contorted in an expression of disbelief as he lifted my ass higher in the air before bringing it back against him. “Why Ms. Young?”
I cried out as I grabbed his hands on my hips. Wanting to pull away, because he was so deep at this angle, but wanting him to go even deeper.
“Why?” He asked, pulling out and ramming back inside me. “Does this feel so fucking good?”
My body shook as I witnessed a sprinkle of black stars.
“I’m so deep Ms. Young.”
Fuck! Fuck he was.
“So fucking deep inside you….god….fuck….”
I twirled my ass as he held himself inside me.
“Fuck…this feels so fucking good Ms. Young.” He moaned loudly. “I love it so fucking much. So fucking much.” He slammed into me hard, making me cry out.
And there was Garrett.
Our team got lucky.
Very lucky.
He was talented, efficient, good mannered and handsome to boot.
Everybody agreed that blonds were now outdated.
Garrett was the exception.
His sandy blond hair was tapered cut, longer on top, which he always kept raked back, but would occasionally fall to the front after working all day.
He had a beautiful symmetrical face with thick brown eyebrows, slight hooded almond-shape light brown eyes, straight nose and a wide mouth that looked even more beautiful when he smiled.
The guy was already handsome.
But his smile was not sexy. It was literally fun and inviting. And it only served to make him all the more delicious to be around.
“I’m trying to hold back Ms. Young.” Garrett’s voice shook, his body on top of me again. My arms held on to his shoulders as his forehead pressed against mine. My legs wrapped tight around his waist as he pumped in and out of me at a rhythm that was getting a little faster and more erratic with each thrust.
“But you’re swallowing me.” He gasped as he swallowed hard. “You’re squeezing me so tight….” He pressed his lips against my ear as he slowed down and just rolled into me deeply. “You’re gonna make me cum Ms. Young.”
His balls slapped against me, the wet sound causing me to squeeze him.
“Huuaaaggghhh…” he moaned. “ I wanna cum inside you.”
My pussy twitched at his words and I quickly hit his chest.
He widened his eyes in surprise.
“N—no.” I panted.
Our eyes locked. His stare intensely focused on me.
Yes, fuck yes, but no. No you can’t.
I don’t know what he saw, but his smile widened and he moaned as he bit down on his bottom lip and fucked me harder.
I scraped my fingers down his back as he lowered his lips to my ear.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, Ms. Young.”
“You see the only good thing about working overtime on a Friday, is this.” I giggled with my work bestie as we fixed ourselves up in the bathroom.
Leslie London.
36 years old.
Married, mother of twin girls.
We joined the company about two months apart, with me being the first person there. She unfortunately worked in the marketing department.
But our two departments were very close, and most times worked together. Our very first project for a bubble gum commercial had actually gotten us recognition from Director Hughly where our ad was picked from the 50 other submitted.
I liked Leslie because I could trust Leslie.
She did her part of the work and never slipped.
That made me hold on to my own end and we became a dream team.
Every opportunity we could, we tried to partner up.
If we couldn’t, we continued our friendship outside work, going out for lunch on the weekends, inviting each other to different events.
I called her my work bestie just because I met her at work, but she could easily be my in life bestie also.
We ended up confiding in each other as the years went on. Now 7 years later and we were closer than ever.
I was there when she found out her husband was cheating on her.
I was there when he said it was a mistake.
I was there when she took him back for the sake of their twins.
I’m still there even though I knew she doesn’t trust him anymore and suspected he was still cheating, but better at hiding it now.
Leslie was a beautiful woman. Beautiful caramel skin, long flowy hair, perfect body, great personality.
Her husband Killan was just the same. Honestly they could pass for cousins if you looked hard enough.
Both two beautiful looking people with a beautiful marriage and a beautiful life.
On the outside.
Leslie’s unhappiness was what forced me to severe my ties to Keith.
“I know…I just….i do love him….plus our girls….it’s just…we’re just going through a rough time Yara…we’ll fix it. God, we’ve been together forever, it’ll be stupid to break it now.”
I nodded.
I got it.
I did.
Because each day I woke up thanking god, Keith hadn’t managed to trap me with a kid, the way he wasn’t trying to let me go. The way he was acting as if he didn’t have a whole other woman with a kid on the side. The way he kept insisting that it was me he really loved, me who he married.
“She was a mistake Yara. I swear. If I could do this all over again.”
It didn’t matter.
Even if I had wanted to, even my body had started refusing him.
I couldn’t remember the last time I orgasmed.
The sex started to hurt.
I started to hate the smell of his sweat.
Yes the smell of his sweat.
I used to cling to him during sex, after his workout, coming back from a jog. Inhaled the dampness of his body chemistry like a drug. It would arouse me.
Until it sickened me.
“So what’s going on with you and Garrett?”
“Huh?” I chuckled as I reapplied my lip liner. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Leslie grinned as she moved her curly hair to the side and arched an eyebrow at me. “Come on, I know, you see the way he keeps looking at you.”
I chuckled. “He’s young.”
“Not that young.”
“He’s not my type.” I admitted. He was handsome, I will give him that. But he also seemed innocent. I wasn’t in the mood to try and teach anybody how to fuck me.
I just needed a nice long hard fuck that I could just sit back and relax.
I deserved that. That’s what I was looking for. What I needed to break this long dry spell.
“Poor kid.” Leslie laughed. “It tickles me when he calls you Ms. Young.”
“Doesn’t it?” I laughed with her. “It’s….kinda hot.”
“I knew you liked it!” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“But that’s all. That’s all!” I promised. “It’s just harmless flirting.”
“Move.”
“Yes, Ms. Young.” He moved back as I had to pass him to get back in the booth. My ass was in his face, but it couldn’t be helped. And when his hand grazed the back of my knee as I passed, I knew it had to be an accident.
When I turned and caught his gaze still on my ass, he was just looking. No harm done.
“Awww come on Garrett, who was that girl you brought last weekend to Chelsea’s.” Matt teased as he elbowed Mr. Harold, drinking his beer, continuing the conversation they had been on.
I reached out to take the meat off the grill, but Garrett quickly picked up the tongs, picked up a few nice juicy pieces and put them on my plate.
“Here you go.”
“Aww thanks.” I beamed at him, and turned my attention back to my plate.
Away from our colleagues shooting questioning glances. Away from Leslie’s naughty nudges across from me. Away from Garrett who was making it way too obvious. Too obvious. Why was he insisting on being so obvious today?
Usually our flirting was always surface level and never crossed a line.
But from massaging my shoulder at work, to putting his hand on my lower back to usher me into the elevator, to clearly making it known that the seat next to him was reserved for me when Allison tried to sit before me.
“Come on, who was she.”
“She was just a friend.” Garrett shifted. “Can’t guys and girls be just friends?” He spread his legs slightly until his knee hit my leg.
“Naw, she was hot. Did y’all fuck?”
“Ow come on Matt, don’t be so vulgar.”
“This isn’t vulgar Ms.Newt, this is how the youth talks nowadays.”
“The youth? What am I your grandma?”
Our company dynamic was nice. The age range was from 25, Risa having joined just last month, to 45 the Advertising head manager Vicky Newt currently at the head of the table. A true boss ass bitch and tyrant at work, but a chilled and generous lady outside the office.
She made sure she treated us in the marketing and graphic designer to a company dinner at least once a month.
We loved her, yet we feared her.
A perfect combination for work.
“No i’ve known her since we were kids.” Garret insisted. “We’re best friends, she’s like my sister.”
“Ooooh that’s how it always is.”
“Oh yep, best friends to lovers, always.”
I chewed slowly and turned to watch his expression.
He looked annoyed, and then caught my gaze and straightened up slightly in his seat.
I smirked as I kept chewing. “Aww Garret best friends to lovers are the best romances.”
His lips parted.
But he didn’t smile. He shifted in his seat. “She really is just a friend.” He scratched his head, before reaching down and grabbing his beer. He drank half his glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“He says that now.”
“Right, watch in a couple months.”
“One of them will confess.”
I picked up another piece of meat, his legs underneath the table was moving, so it tapped against me.
“She’s not my type.” Garrett replied.
I only looked up because I felt the stares. I turned to Garrett and he looked away.
But he had been staring at me.
I could tell from Leslie’s goofy expression.
From Matt’s mischievous eyebrow raise at Garrett.
To Allison, sitting across stiffly.
Garrett picked up his beer and drank the rest, before putting his cup down. “I like older woman.”
That phrase tickled Matt some type of way because he burst out laughing. “You—-you, oh my god, I can’t with you…you’re just…geez man….”
Our gazes shifted to the two youngest guys, as to what was obviously an inside joke.
The stares they kept exchanging.
Garrett’s little smiles and awkward movements.
He shifted his gaze to me and Matt snorted louder.
Leslie nudged my leg and grinned. “Oh what’s so funny boys. We want to laugh too.”
I reached for my beer but Garrett, pushed forward my water.
“Here, drink some water. You haven’t drank any water yet, Ms. Young.”
The table erupted in giggles.
“Awww…look at that.”
“Taking care of Ms. Young are you?”
“Stop calling her Ms. Young, call her Yara like everybody else.”
“You’re such a simp man.”
“I don’t need water.” I exclaimed, as I grabbed my beer and chugged it to the encouraging cheers of my colleagues.
“Ms. Young….please….” He whispered desperately, his hands gripping my head as he carefully moved his hips. His dick sliding in and out of my mouth. “If you suck it like that…”
I moaned and opened my mouth wider. My hands gripping his ass, slowly relaxed as I brought one hand between his legs and gently rubbed his balls.
I plopped his dick out of my mouth, rubbed the tip with my palm and fingers as I softly sucked on his balls.
I looked up at him.
He was moaning loud, cradling my head with one hand. The other lifted his button up shirt up his chest. Exposing his hard earned abs, but most importantly, giving him the full view of me knelt before him.
I kept eye contact with him as I returned my mouth to his dick.
He shook his head. “Ms. Young….” He moaned. “This feels….this feels so good….” He inhaled sharply and chuckled. “So good, I think I might go crazy….” He groaned loudly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. He shoved my head down on his dick, the same time his hips arched up.
“Okay, next bar!” Allison cheered. Matt, Vicky, Mr. Harold, Leontine, Rorie, Jules and Patrick chatted drunkenly as they tried to figure out who was ordering which uber.
Leslie had left earlier, using her twins and her husband as an excuse.
“Do you wanna go?” Garrett whispered.
How he ended up next to me, instead of in the group circle, I had no idea, but I turned to him and smiled. “Nah, i’m gonna call it a night.”
“Me too.” He whispered softly.
“Yara, Garrett!” Vicky called out. “You two ride in Mr. Harold’s uber.”
I shook my head and smiled. “Nope, i’m out.” I chuckled. “This is where my night ends. My age is showing. I’ll leave it to you and the young folks.”
“Now come on Yara, you’re not even old.”
“Your age is showing? Than what about me?”
“And me?”
“Awww Yara, don’t do us oldies like that.”
“Come on.”
“No, really I can’t. I’m tried.”
“Oohh booo!”
“Next time, next time.”
“Garrett come.”
“I can’t.” He shook his head. “I’m too drunk.” He groaned.
“Aww come on you’re young!”
“I’m a bad drinker.”
“This is your time to live young!”
“I don’t like clubs.”
“Why is the youth wasting their youth?” Vicky demanded out loud.
As they chatted and laughed. I called an uber nearby.
I waved goodbye as the group climbed into two SUV’s and pulled out.
Turning to Garrett, I noticed him watching me wide eyed. Alert. Not at all looking drunk like he said he was.
I opened my mouth to tease him.
“Can I come to your place?”
My mouth closed.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and exhaled softly.
“Aren’t you drunk?” I whispered my heart racing.
He shook his head and shifted on the balls of his feet. “I just wanted…to be with you…” his light brown eyes held my gaze. “Alone.”
I laughed in disbelief and looked around the peaceful light filled night.
What was going on?
What was I doing?
Why did I feel like I was the queen of the world?
“You want to come to my place?” I asked.
He nodded.
I walked up so I stood directly in front of him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I whispered, tilting my head up to talk to him. “We might end up doing naughty things.”
He stared at me for a long time, before his gaze shifted down.
So I also looked down.
To where our bodies almost connected but did not.
To….
I blinked.
To…
I lifted my head.
At least he had the decency to look embarrassed. He turned his head to the side, put his hand over his mouth.
Oh he’s so fucking cute?
He got hard at just my words? Or had he already been hard?
I looked back down at the huge print in his gravy slacks.
Wait a minute….was…was this white boy really that well endowed?
That print looked….
“Don’t just keep staring at it.” He whispered now placing his hand over his eyes.
I lifted my eyes to his. “Why is your dick so big?”
He groaned and dropped his head on my shoulder. “Ms. Young….” He panted softly.
But it had been a serious question. It had been a serious ass question.
Why the fuck was his dick print so big? Because of course now, I obviously had to see it in person.
His hands gripped my waist, but I noticed he kept his hips back, as if scared to touch me. He titled his head on my shoulder, his warm breath caressing my neck. “Can I come over?” He whispered. His fingers dug into my waist. “I’ve been so patient Ms. Young.”
“Huh?”
“Can’t you give me a reward?” He whispered lifting his head off my shoulder. His hair fell across his eyebrows so he raked it back. Staring at me.
I stared back, my body alerted.
How had….how had I never noticed….
Garrett, reached down and carefully took my hand in his. “I’ve been patiently waiting for you to look at me.”
“Huh?” I whispered again.
“Congratulations!”
I looked up in surprise to the small lit up cake Garrett revealed from behind him.
Wait….was that where he went a few minutes ago? To get the cake. I thought he went home. I even said bye.
I laughed and looked around the empty cubicles. Everybody else had already gone home.
“What? What is this?” I asked as he placed the cake on my desk.
Congratulations Ms. Young.
“Congratulations for what?” I asked excitedly.
He pulled up a chair right next to me. “For your divorce.” He stated. “It was finally official yesterday right?”
I widened my eyes in surprise.
“On the 2nd?” He asked. He tilted his head and frowned. “Did I get it wrong? Didn’t you say the 2nd was the——“
I shook my head and placed a warm hand on top of his. “No you’re right.” Garrett’s gaze drifted down to my hand on his. “I’m just surprised you remember.”
His thumb lifted and barely grazed the back of my hand but I pulled away and clapped my hands. “Thank you Garrett. You’re right congratulations to me.” I smiled at him, before blowing out the candle he’d lit.
He extended a disposable wooden bamboo spoon to me and allowed me to take the first bite.
“Oooohhh French vanilla lavender cake?” I gasped.
Garrett beamed. “You like it Ms Young?”
I moaned loudly and threw my head back. “So good.” It only took me a few seconds to collect myself realizing my moaning like that was probably not appropriate but it didn’t seem to affect Garrett. If anything, he looked very interested in the cake.
“Ms. Young…”
“Hey, you’re waiting for me right?”
We both turned to the white Toyota that pulled up. “Yara Young?”
“Oh right!” I nodded and rushed to the car on the curb.
Garrett moved faster, brushing past me as he quickly reached for the door handle and ushured me in.
I chuckled and climbed in, my arms over my chest as I stared at the driver. “Thank you.”
“You welcome ma’am…”
He looked at the still opened passenger door. I did also, looking up at Garrett watching me.
Waiting.
Fuck.
His eyes.
His eyes were begging.
Why was that so hot?
Did this young guy want me that badly?
Why?
I sighed. “Are you com—-“
Garrett moved fast again, sliding into the car, making me scoot to the other side with a chuckle.
The driver looked amused as he shot Garrett what can only be described as a proud look from one man to another. He gave me a quick appreciative look before starting the car and pulling out. Not too obvious, but obvious enough to let me know he liked what he saw.
An obvious, I’m open if you are.
“Put your seatbelt on Yara.” Garrett said reaching over and getting my seatbelt.
Yara?
Oh so he did know my first name.
It was rare to hear him use it.
It sounded nice on his lips.
I wondered why he’d called me by my first name.
But then I saw him shoot another look at the driver, before he surprisingly placed his hand on top of mine and held it.
Oh…oh okay.
He wanted to appear older.
He wanted to come off as my partner.
He must have seen the look the driver had given me.
How cute.
What a cutie.
What the hell could this cutie possibly want?
“Mmmhhmm.”
“Hhaauuhhh.”
“Mmmhhhuuh.”
I can’t remember where the kiss started.
Was it at the door? When I was getting my keys?
Had he just grabbed my head and turned it around, giving me the full mouth open kiss.
Or had it been when we were already inside?
My back pressed against the door as his mouth attacked mine.
Had it been then?
When his fingers dug into my skin, and his breathless moans filled my mouth.
“Ms. Young.” He whispered, cupping my face, his fingers grazing my ear. His forehead pressed against mine, nose rubbing mine. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”
His mouth clamped over mine swallowing my response.
Did I?
My body definitely did.
Was it because it’d been so long since another man touched me?
Or was it because it felt like i’ve never been touched before?
“Ms. Young, it’s okay.” He whispered, his kisses dropping to kiss my neck. “It’s okay if you don’t want me as much.” He licked my neck and kissed down my shoulder, biting and nibbling the flesh as he lowered the neckline. “Because I want you so much.”
He continued his kisses down my chest. His hands massaging and groping on my breasts. Kissing them, sucking on them, rubbing his face against them. His thumbs teasingly rubbing on the nipples.
“I love your breasts so much Ms. Young.” Garrett whispered as he sucked on it through the shirt. My shirt now wet, along with the lace bra I wore. It was so wet, you saw the black bra through the wet cream colored shirt. And he kept sucking on it through the material. Moaning, eyes closed, every suck, an added electric buzz through my body.
And then he lowered himself. Kissing his way down my belly, pushing up my black pencil skirt over my ass.
His hands roamed over my pantyhose covered ass. Smoothing. Squeezing.
His face rubbed itself against my crotch.
“You smell so good Ms. Young.” He groaned, his whispered words, playing a dangerous game of touch as he rubbed his cheek right where my clit resided underneath the pantyhose and string bikini underwear.
He dug his fingers in my ass crack before rubbing me once more.
“I always wondered what you would smell like.” He whispered, his mouth clamped right over my crotch.
I moaned in shock and arousal.
My hand immediate grabbing his head as he stared up at me. Those almond shape eyes of him opened wide as he moved his tongue and lips, kissing my pussy like there was nothing between it and his mouth.
My lips trembled as I held back a louder moan.
I prided myself in being a quiet lover.
I don’t know. I guess that’s the way it’s always had been. I never got into the pornstar cries. Never felt real enough. Plus I never knew what to say. Besides Keith and my other exes didn’t talk that much either.
I was used to it.
Silent sex.
Wasn’t bad.
I liked hearing the difference in breathing patterns throughout.
But this.
Without me saying anything was already the loudest I’d been. I for some reason could not hold back those weird ass noises. Because when he sucked on me, it just felt so good in places, that hadn’t seem to be activated in way too long a time.
So good. So so….. my toes curled as I scrunched up my face, moving my hips back and forth, pressing his face harder against pussy…good….
“MHhhuhhhmmmaaagghhhh.”
“I really like the way you look when you cum, Ms. Young.” Garret whispered as he pulled back from my twitching hips. The bottom half of his face was shining as he smiled up at me, while rubbing my ass “Even better than in my dreams.”
“Uugghhhh.” I bit down in my bottom lip as my hips twitched again.
He moved his hands to my inner thighs, rubbing it there softly as he looked up at me. “Does it take your pussy a long time to recover?” He asked.
Said pussy was already twitching in anticipation for the next round. I shook my head.
He bent down and kissed the inside of my thigh. He bit it, sucked on it, licked it….and then he reached up and tore the pantyhose slowly.
“Garrett!”
“Oh, were these expensive Ms. Young?” He asked as he stared up at me smiling as he dug a hole on the other thigh stuck his finger through and tore it wider.
I clamped my mouth shut. Not really, but these were a rare Target find. The perfect nude brown pantyhose for dark skinned women were always out of stock.
“Ms. Young.” Garrett whispered as he brought an index finger up and rubbed it slowly against the crotch of my underwear. “You’re so wet.”
I could feel myself blush, and couldn’t help but look away.
What was wrong with this kid?
Why was him just talking, so fucking hot?
“No, look at me Ms. Young.”
I turned my head back and watched as he tore a third hole in the crotch area and spread it with his fingers. He slid his fingers inside, slid my underwear to the side with one hand and gently ran the back of his middle and ring finger through my slippery pussy lips.
“Ms. Young.”
I lifted my eyes from his fingers to his face.
He smiled so softly at me. “You’re so wet.”
How had I never seen it before? The mischief behind the smile.
The intensity behind the stare.
“Put it on my tongue, Ms. Young.” He sat back and stuck his tongue out. His hand on my thigh pulled me forward. But even if he hadn’t pulled me, I still would have moved.
Automatically.
Instinctually.
His face tilted at the right angle. His tongue flat and out, waiting.
I held his head as I positioned myself above him, my hips dropping slightly, the distance very short as I slowly gave him a sip.
Rolled my hips, trembling at the wet sensation of his tongue on those very wet lower lips of mine.
I lifted my hips and his hand gripped my hip to stop me. “Give me some more Ms. Young.”
Before I could react, he reached up and tore the hole wider. Parting my underwear all the way to the side, he crashed his mouth fully over my pussy, moving his tongue as he scooped my essence into his mouth. Moaning as he sucked on my dark brown lips, pulling them into his mouth and sucking on them, over and over. Running his tongue against my entrance, curving it, scoping inside it.
I held his head in a death grip I’m sure, but he didn’t protest. I rocked my hips against his face and all he did was grab my thighs to aid my movements.
He didn’t move his face away.
He didn’t gasp for air.
Keith never wanted me to sit on his face.
“I don’t like it. I can’t breathe. Plus it’s not like you’re hairless. I don’t like having pussy hair in my mouth.”
As if I loved pulling his pubes out of my mouth after a blowjob.
But this Garrett.
Garrett didn’t seem to mind the hair.
Garrett was rubbing his nose in the hair.
Garrett was pulling the hair into his mouth.
Garrett had added his fingers as he sucked softly on my clit.
No he wasn’t poking.
He was grazing.
He was beckoning.
He was targeting the roof and wanting to make it collapse.
“Mmmhhhhhmmm.” I cried as I rocked against his hands.
“Ms. Young.”
I trembled as I lowered my head to look down at him.
“You’re fucking my fingers so fast.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Does this feel good to you?”
I nodded.
“Ms. Young, you like how I can fuck you with my fingers?”
I nodded.
“Ms. Young you’re shaking.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as my hips moved on their own.
“You’re dripping.”
I could hear how wet his fingers were with every intrusion. The slurpy slush sound.
“Ms. Young, cum in my mouth.”
I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue again, curling, licking beckoning.
“Ms. Young, you taste so fucking good.”
I moaned put slowly as I rocked my hips, my second orgasming seemingly lasting longer, his soft touches and licks only seemed to prolong it.
I gasped and rested against his face.
He actually had the nerve to chuckle with my pussy pressed against his face. “Ms. Young, should I carry you to the bedroom or the bathroom?”
Where had this guy came from?
He picked me up in his arms and slowly made his way through my apartment.
I guess, Garrett Brooks, had never hidden the fact that he found me attractive.
But he’d just arrived at the company at a time where I was dealing with a lot of shit.
And my focus was on everything but guys. I guess my ex-husband had ruined that for me. I could barely look at a guy without turning my head in annoyance.
But Garrett made me smile.
Garrett was sweet.
Yes he would stare, that I could not deny.
But I knew what it was.
An innocent little crush on an older person.
We’d all been there.
I know I had.
So his comments, I never really took them seriously.
“You’re so beautiful Ms. Young.”
“Aww thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I could take care of that for you Ms. Young.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get somebody else to do it.”
“I’ll do anything for you Ms. Young.”
“No don’t say that. I don’t want people to think I abuse my colleagues!”
“I don’t mind if you tease me. I like it. I like everything you do.”
“Well, then i’ll continue.”
“I’m a fast learner…maybe you can teach me some other things…”
“Sure, let me know what you want to learn.”
“Did you get a new perfume Ms. Young? You….it smells really good.”
“Thanks! Here smell it on my wrist. It’s stronger there.”
“Ms. Young, I think I owe you dinner.”
“No don’t be silly, this is nothing. Save your money. You’re young.”
“Ms. Young, I really like you.”
“Awww Garrett. I really like you too. I’m so glad you’re with me.”
And now here we were.
Playing a very dangerous game.
The first game.
“Ms. Young, I have a condom…but can I just rub it for a bit?”
How could I say no?
He was kneeling between my legs.
Our clothes long discarded on the floor.
I had wanted to maybe take a shower, but the way he kept taking off our clothes and kissing let me know Garrett wasn’t too interested in showering at the moment.
And that filled me with so much fucking glee.
Because I adored the smell of his body at midnight. Faint dusting of his cologne, against the hint of fresh laundry on his skin, now mixed with the allure of the day and the tinge of alcohol. Even the grilled meat smell didn’t linger on him. Now it was just his warm skin pressed against mine.
Or better yet that gorgeous thick dick of his slowly rubbing against my clit. His finger pressing down on his erection slightly, directing it over my clit, over and over again.
How could I say no to this sensation.
“Do you like how this feels Ms. Young?” Garrett asked as he continued moving his hips as he met my gaze. “My dick rubbing against your pussy.”
I bit down on my bottom lip as I gripped on to the sheets.
“Hitting your clit.”
I let out a soft breath.
“You feel so warm.” He whispered leaning over and hovering above me, his hips never stopping. His dick rubbing back and forth. Back and forth. “You feel so warm Ms. Young.” He whispered with a shakey breath, his eyes squinting slightly as he slowed down and dug his tip in my entrance before sliding it back up to hit my clit.
“Mmhhhhuuuaaggg….” I moaned at the tease.
“Ms. Young… “ he whispered as he rubbed the head of his dick at my entrance, his lips parted as be briefly closed his eyes and moaned, before moving his hips up and sliding his dick over my clit. “I bet you feel even warmer inside.”
I do. I do feel warmer inside.
Garret squeezed his eyes shut and chuckled as he held himself very still. A second passed and then another before he slowly opened his eyes and looked down.
His erection throbbing, the tip of his dick glistening.
“Ms. Young.” He whispered looking back up at me. “I almost came.”
Fuck. My toes curled as my hands grabbed his waist and I arched my hips up. Rolling them and sliding his dick once more through my slippery dark brown lips.
“I almost came Ms. Young.” Garrett moaned as he watched his tanned dick sliding through my brown pussy lips. “Thinking of being inside you….i almost came.”
I moved my hips faster.
“Ms. Young….” He lifted his head. His expression glazed over as he panted. “I’m holding back so much.” He whispered smiling a little before his expression turned serious and he reached between our bodies. The tip of his dick pressing down on my clit. “Because I really want to sink inside you.”
I moaned.
The second game.
He slid his dick down slowly rubbing it against me.
“Ms. Young…” he whispered his face dropping to right above mine. He rubbed the tip of his dick at my entrance. “I wanna feel inside you.”
I wasn’t completely gone yet. Almost. Not completely.
“C—cc—-condom.” I whispered moving my hips into him.
Garrett didn’t lift his head, but I saw his smile widen. “Ms. Young…” he whispered as he pressed the tip of his dick to my entrance. “Do you think it’ll fit?”
I shook my head and arched my hip into his.
He stared at me and parted his lips, his brows furrowing as he pressed the tip further in. I bit down on my bottom lip.
“Ms. Young….” He whispered, his bottom lip trembling. “You’re sucking me in.”
“…oh….god.” I whispered softly as his tip slid in deeper. Spreading my entrance, warning my body…it needed to spread.
“Ms. Young, if you sound like that.” His voice trembled against my are. “I can’t help but—-“
His dick stretched my entrance more.
I parted my thighs as a loud moan escaped my lips.
I wanted it so bad. I wanted it.
Yara—-wait…I wanted it.
I gasped and arched my hips up.
“Ms. Young…..fuck!” Garrett moaned against my neck as he slid further in. Halfway, he scooted up, inhaled sharply and groaned as he slowly inched the rest of his dick inside me.
Oh he wanted….oh…everything….oh….OOOHHH
I guess I’ve never truly been filled before.
“Ms. Young….” Garrett gasped. “Why is…your pussy perfect?” He moaned and pulled back slowly before digging back inside me just as slow. “Was it made for me?” He asked biting my neck. He pulled back and dug in at the same slow rhythm. “Was this pussy made for me Ms. Young?”
There was no way I could come again this fast right? There was no way. I felt filled. Like….fucking filled.
“Is my dick too big Ms. Young?”
Oh fuck…. I spread my thighs more and switched my hips. He was big. He was the biggest dick i’ve ver had inside. He really was. What do I do?
“You can handle it right Ms. Young?” He asked lifting his hand and cupping the side of my face.
I made the mistake of meeting his eyes. Seeing the challenge behind those brown eyes. The teasing smile. The lust. The desire….the possession.
“You can handle it right Ms. Young?” He asked again, moving his hips a little faster than before, pulling out a little further, digging in a little deeper.
I nodded.
He smiled pulled out and slammed into me.
I cried out, my head thrown back. Electric sparks seeming to jolt my body to spasm. It is true, it is so true that pain and pleasure are the same sensation.
“Oh Ms. Young.” He moaned fucking me faster. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you react like this to me.” He panted. “To see you enjoy my dick inside you.” He reached out and pushed my hair back from my face. “Every night I dreamed of this face, looking at me, just like this.” He whispered and then cried out, squeezing his eyes tight. “Ms. Young!” He stilled himself. Bit down hard on his bottom lip and lifted his chin to the ceiling. His breathing slowing drastically.
He hadn’t came yet.
I’d came already three times, and he still hadn’t came. Even when i’d given him the blow job and I was sure he was seconds from coming, he pulled out quickly and turned around, resetting himself.
I was being such a selfish lover.
Garrett’s body relaxed and he chuckled softly before lowering his head and looking down at me again. “Ms. Young, I almost came again.” He twitched his dick inside me. “You feel so good.”
I sat up slightly. “You can come too Garrett.” I whispered breathlessly. “It doesn’t just have to be me.”
Garrett smiled. “Am I fucking you really good Ms. Young?” He asked, pushing his hair back.
“Really good.”
“Better than your ex?” He tilted his head with a small smile.
I stared at him in surprise. Not expecting Keith to come up in this situation. I nodded. “Yeah, so much better.”
He arched into me, and that’s when I remembered his dick was really still inside me, erect and everything, and now throbbing.
Garrett leaned into me, causing me to fall back on the bed. His hips started moving again. His face serious.
“Am I helping you forget him Ms. Young?”
I nodded.
Garret rammed into me again, causing me to cry out once more as he bent his head and kissed my neck, his hips moving purposefully. “I’ll help you forget all about him.”
I wanted to tell Garrett, Keith didn’t even compare.
I wanted to tell him. My ex wasn’t even a memory worth having.
But he was fucking me so good.
I lifted my eyes and saw he was just watching me.
So I stared back at him.
He didn’t look away.
As our breathing changed.
He was so beautiful.
I lifted my head and pressed my lips against his.
He stopped moving his hips as if stunned.
I pulled back slightly in surprise. It’s true we hadn’t kissed since my front door, but was he really that surprised that I kissed him. “No?” I whispered. “No more kisses?”
I dom’t know what happened or the explanation for why he acts the way he does, but Garrett grabbed my face and kissed me hard. His mouth covering mine almost desperately.
His kiss deep.
Needy.
Hungry.
I kissed him back, with just as much passion as his hips resumed moving. We fell back on the bed, our lips locked.
If he wanted to kiss me so badly, why hadn’t he kissed me?
Or maybe cause I was sitting on his face?
Or maybe cause his dick was deep down my throat.
But now here we were. Both of us near.
And he says these words.
“I’m gonna cum inside you Ms. Young.”
Right before kissing me hard.
The third game of the night.
I want it. I want it so bad, so I wrapped my legs around his waist tighter.
He groans are now stretched out.
But I can’t.
“Wait—-“
“I wanna cum inside you Ms. Young.” He moaned, closing his eyes as if in a trance.
“Garrett—-stop!”
He opened his eyes and kept fucking me. “I can’t.”
“Seriously no.” I moaned, my hips meeting his thrust.
He tilted his head and dug deeper inside me. “I wanna cum inside you Ms. Young.” He repeated, his eyes locked with mine. He slowed his hips and buried his dick deep inside me.
I panted, my pussy throbbing around his dick.
Yes, yes…yes…
I shook my head. “N-no—-don’t——“
He dug deeper. “I’m gonna cum inside you.” He whispered against my ear. “Inside your beautiful tight pussy.” He pulled out slowly and rammed his dick back inside me.
The smack pressed just right against my pulsating clit. I cried out and pressed my hand against his chest to push him away but my legs tightened around his waist.
“Garrett please—-don’t!”
I gasped as I stared at him wide eye, lips squeezed together as I came hard, from him rubbing his body against me. He watched me. Lips parted. Tongue slightly out. Stare glazed.
I hit his chest weakly.
Yes, but no. Not yet. Stop. My legs weakened around his hips and dropped, shaking from the orgasm that seemed intent on taking my life. Why was I still shaking.
Is he going to cum inside of me?
Fuck yes.
“Ms. Young!” Garrett cried out as he quickly pulled out, grabbed himself and squirted all over me. On my stomach, my chest. His sperm landed on my face, neck.
He shook as he kept squeezing himself out, hovering above my body, dripping on me as he moaned loudly.
He came so much. There was so much of his sperm all over me. I didn’t know a guy could cum this much. No I truly had no idea.
He slumped over me, but caught his balance on the headrest, gripping tight so he didn’t fall on top of me.
His panting slowed down a fraction as he stared at his spilled milky white seed all over my dark body. “Ms. Young.” He whispered. “You look so beautiful covered in my cum.”
I watched as he fell back on the bed, eyes closed, smiling proudly and still panting.
I stared up, my world spinning, knowing i too was smiling.
Was I the queen of this world?
“Ms. Young?”
“Hummm?”
“I won’t pull out next time.”