by Brenda Ford
“Lift your ass up,” I whisper as I hook my hands under her butt. My words seem to tickle the hyper sensitive skin on her thighs, but that doesn’t stop her from doing what I ask. She grips on to my shoulders and rises herself up, just enough for me to strip her down. I waste no time in rippling off her skirt and panties as well. I’m trembling too hard for game playing. “God, you look good on my desk like that,” I gasp. “I wish you could be there every day.”
Before she can respond, not that I think she’s able to at this point, I grab her left leg and toss it over my shoulder to bring her closer to the edge of the desk, making sure I can get full access to her. I stare at her beautiful soaking wet slit, admiring how turned on she is for me.
I wonder if it says anything about us that we can still get all fired up like this even when we haven’t talked other than to yell at one another for a week… but then I push that thought aside because even if it does say anything, I don’t think that it will be good.
Instead, I focus on blowing a hot stream of air up her legs until it clearly tickles her. Because of my fingers, she’s already very turned on which makes her buck and writhe with pleasure. Fortunately for me, she can’t move too far because of her leg over my shoulder, which means I still have her. Right now, she is in my hands, I have all the power over her, and I love it.
“Oh my God,” Sara cries out as I press kisses to her thighs. I’m barely grazing her skin and I’m definitely not tasting her where she aches for my tongue to be, but it’s enough to set her alight. “Oh fuck, Ryan. Stop it.” She squirms but I simply continue to move upwards. “Stop.”
Eventually, I get to where we both want us to be and I press my lips against her clit. While she’s distracted with my kissing, I edge my fingers back inside of her again so I can massage her once more while sending her clit in to a tail spin. I need the sensations to crash over her, coming at her from every angle, I need Sara to have an experience that she will never forget.
With just this alone, Sara’s fingers grip so hard on to the edge of the desk that her knuckles turn white. Just a little tipping and she will be over the edge, so I take a deep breath in…
And then I go for it. I become relentless, my tongue is a machine, taking her clit to the highest point that it can go and allowing it to soon crash violently over the edge again until her body shatters. Sara screams out my name over and over again, crying it as if it’s a prayer which drives me to taste her more. I can tell that she doesn’t want me to stop and I have absolutely no intention of doing so. If it makes her feel this phenomenal then I will keep on doing it forever.
I don’t need her screams to let me know that I have finally tipped her over the edge, although they are wonderful to listen to. Her body gives me everything that I need to know. She tremors so hard it’s difficult for me to keep focused on her and her walls contract so tightly I think she might want to keep me inside of her forever. She is absolutely magnificent. I honestly feel pretty satisfied with what I have done. My cock might be rock hard, but if she is spent then I will accept it and go home happy… after sorting myself out of course…
“Fuck me,” she begs, definitely not done with me just yet. “I need you, Ryan…”
God damn it. I want that too. I leap upwards and undo my zipper as quickly as I can manage… not that anything can get me inside of her as fast as I would like, and with in seconds I am settled between her thighs, just like I was when we first started kissing. Only this time our clothes aren’t in the way and I can feel her soaking wet pussy trying to draw me in.
“Are… are you sure?” I rasp, using every scrap of will power I have not to push in to her already. After all the arguing that we have had, I just need to be sure. “We don’t have to…”
“Yes, we do.” She wraps her legs tightly around me, reminiscent of the first time that we had sex, and I sink a few inches in to her, slotting in where I just know I’m supposed to be.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as I bury my face in to her neck and hair, taking just a spilt second to inhale her deliciously feminine scent. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
With that, everything becomes a blur. All I can focus on is tongue and teeth, pummeling bodies, ragged breaths, and the feel of her pressed up against me. I’m no longer in control of anything. She has stripped that from me, I am putty in her hands, losing myself more and more with every powerful thrust. Each time she slams her hips towards me to meet me in the middle, I lose a little more of myself once more. Not that I mind. There is already a pressure building up inside of me, she is too fucking sexy for me to hold back, so it isn’t long before I lose control of the volcano and I erupt hot lava everywhere, absolutely filling her up.
I don’t even feel like I’m connected to the planet as I explode, it’s like I’m floating. My feet aren’t touching the ground any longer, I’m dizzy, seeing stars, splitting apart at the seams. Thank God I have the desk to hold on to, so I don’t fall…
“I need to go,” Sara blurts out while I am still happily swimming in the post orgasmic bliss, barely able to make any noise, never mind string together a coherent sentence. “I have to leave.”
She leaps off the desk and gathers up her clothing rapidly. She races from the office, pausing only to grab her bag, clearly needing to get dressed somewhere else so my eyes aren’t all over her. My heart sinks as she goes. Her running from me isn’t a good sign, is it? It suggests that we still might be in a bad place, and if sex can’t smooth things over, the one thing that we are clearly good at together, then maybe nothing can…
Chapter 14 – Sara
The nerves are really getting to me now, I can practically feel myself shaking all over. I hope it isn’t showing though, although I don’t think there’s any way to disguise might hands ringing around one another desperately trying to find something to hold on to.
“You have a very impressive resume,” Mr. Arnold, the man who is interviewing me for a very high class company, states. “It seems like you have achieved a lot in your years working for various companies. From the list of tasks, you have given me for each job position you’ve had, it seems like you have always gone above and beyond what has been asked of you.” He gives me a meaningful look and a bright smile. “That is exactly the sort of quality we are looking for. As you can see, this company is the best and we only get that way by hiring the best to work with us. And by that, I mean people who show initiative, work hard, and always put the company first. I will confess that we always call in our references before the interview process which may well be unorthodox but gives me a better view of who I will be speaking with, and the human resources manager at the company you worked for two years ago only had incredible things to say.” A bolt of warmth shoots through me. I did enjoy working for that business and I’m glad they still remember me fondly now. “I assume you haven’t listed your current work place as a reference because they don’t know you’re considering leaving?” He chuckles lightly. “You don’t need to look so worried. There is nothing wrong with taking a look at what’s out there. It’s how most people and finding their dream job. But since I am so interested and having you at the company, I would like to ask how serious you are about finding new work. Obviously, I understand how this works I will offer you more money than you are getting right now, I will be giving you benefits to make it worthwhile you leaving your current position, but I don’t want to waste my time in yours if you are just looking out of curiosity.”
And there it is the big question. Am I just doing this to spite Ryan, or do I really want to go? Has it really become so intolerable that I can’t stand it any longer?
After what happened a few weeks ago in the office when everyone else had gone home, I think I have proven to myself that I can’t be trusted around him. I know that he doesn’t have any good intentions and that our desires for the out come are different, but I still fooled around with him. I have to get out before I end up losing everything. It didn’t change anything anyway. If anything, it made the t
ension between us even worse. It’s awful now. But if I want, I can escape that. Mr. Arnold is giving me a chance at a new life. I would be a fool to turn it down.
“I am very serious about working here if you were to give me the job,” I reply with determination. “Thank you very much for even considering me for the post.”
I stare at Mr. Arnold, admiring his professionalism. Working here would be nothing like working with Ryan. I also don’t have even a scrap of attraction to this man which of course will make my job a hundred times easier. Plus, to work for a company of this much prestige would be awesome for me. I can see that there are a lot of layers if I wanted to progress as well. I didn’t come here thinking that it would be my dream come true, but in a way, it kind of is. I really do think that I’m going to get offered the job as well. Mr. Arnold seems to really like me a lot. This is all such good news so why do I feel empty about it?
Me and Mr. Arnold end up talking for a little while longer. A bit about what the job position will entail, with him using very positive language to make me believe that he definitely wants to hire me out of everyone he has interviewed, and then a little about books as well. It seems like we have a similar taste in in reading which gives us something in common. Something to bond over… but in a purely professional way of course. No funny business here.
Not too long though, the interview comes to an end and it’s time for me to leave. I rise to my feet with a smile on my face and shake Mr. Arnold’s hand. A heat washes over me, which brings a strange dizziness with it. To be fair, I haven’t been feeling totally brilliant for days. There has been a cold bug going around the office and I think I might have it.
Well, never mind, I can have a few sick days off if I’m going to end up leaving anyway. A few days of pampering myself in bed, avoiding Ryan and all the office drama, while snacking on chocolate and watching bad TV sounds good to me anyway. Why not? I think I deserve a treat after what I’ve been through. I just need to get out of this building without falling apart and then the world is my oyster for the next few days. I have done so well to get this far without the bug affecting me, I can handle a few more moments…
Or so I think. The sick seems to come from nowhere. I don’t even see it coming until it explodes from my stomach all over the plush dark carpet in front of me. I have all but secured a fantastic new job, and I Frank Mr. Arnold by being sick everywhere. What a good impression.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” I murmur as embarrassment floods me. “I don’t know what happened…” I want to cry because I’ve wrecked everything. So much for this being a good sign and me changing my life for the better. I guess this job is too good for me anyway.
“Don’t apologize.” Mr. Arnold actually looks worried about me. “You look very ill.”
“I’m fine,” I groan, just wanting to make my escape from this utterly humiliating situation. “I just need some fresh air that’s all. I’ll be fine in a moment don’t worry about me.”
“We have an on site doctor. I wouldn’t feel right with you leaving without seeing her. She’s very good and of course very discreet. I just don’t want you to be ill and me to do nothing.” He stares at me like I am his child and he needs me to get help. Because I feel so rotten it’s kind of nice to have someone actually giving a damn about me. That feeling might be intensified because I’m definitely in a vulnerable place at the moment. “It will only take a few moments; will you please just do this for me? I just want to know if you’re okay.”
“Only if you let me clean up the mess,” I croak even though I couldn’t imagine anything worse right now. “I feel really awful for what I have done to your office.”
He doesn’t answer me which I think means he has no intention of letting me clean anything up, not that I have the strength to even complain right now. Instead he leads me through the building, which I note is even more impressive inside than outside, and he takes me to the doctor’s office. Everywhere that I have worked so far has been a very successfully run a business but none of them have ever been impressive enough to have a doctor working for them. It leaves me wondering what other surprises they have here, what other benefits of the employees get. Perhaps that is something I should have asked at the interview.
Like Mr. Arnold said the doctor is really nice. I feel very respected and looked after the entire time I’m in her office. I wouldn’t normally let someone that I don’t know run tests on me, but she immediately gains my trust. I let her do what she feels necessary, all while forming an unexpected friendship with her. Talking to her actually gives me an inside in to the company that I wouldn’t have got otherwise. She gives me a real inside scoop making me feel like I know some of the employees even though I haven’t met them yet. But there isn’t anything negative in what she says, it seems like they really foster a community here. I’m impressed. I have to admit that she has me leaning towards moving to this company even more. I’m starting to really visualize myself working here and it’s an image I surprisingly like.
I thought it would be hard to leave Ryan behind, but if I know I’m coming to something bigger and better then it will be fine, I will be able to handle it easily. And if Bella genuinely can’t hack me going, then maybe I could Hunt around to see if there is a position here for her as well. At least if we are both here, I know there won’t be any chance of me finding out what’s going on in Ryan’s life. I won’t be able to ask because there’s no way she will know. It will be a clean break… well, the clean break will come as soon as I have gotten rid of this cold.
“I have your results.” All of a sudden, my doctor friend looks shadowy like she wants to hide the results from me. This isn’t a hospital, surely, she doesn’t have the equipment to find out that I have something life threatening. Yet the way she is looking at me makes me feel like I am at that store. “I did suspect when you first came in here, I have seen that pallid pale color on people’s faces before, that’s why I wanted to run a series of specific tests…”
“What are you going on about?” I demand giving up any attempt to be polite. She’s freaking me out and winding me up in equal measures. I just want to know what the hell is happening.
“I don’t know if this is something you were planning or not…” She bites down on her bottom lip. “I know you told me that you aren’t with someone at the moment…” Huh? What the hell does that have to do with anything? “But you are pregnant. You’re having a baby.”
Pregnant? That word spins around and around in my brain never quite becoming real. It isn’t that I don’t want children, I have always wanted to have babies one day… but I imagined that day coming with a husband, or at the very least a boyfriend, and a pregnancy test taken together. Not the company doctor at the business I have just interviewed for telling me that I am having Ryan’s baby, and this is definitely Ryan’s baby there hasn’t been anyone else for a very long time, and to be honest me and him weren’t exactly careful when we got caught up in need for moment, when me and him are barely speaking to one another.
I wanted a clean break from him, I wanted to be free. If what my doctor friend is telling me right now is the truth, then I will never be free of him. He will be in my life forever, closely for at least the next eighteen years.
I feel sick again, I desperately want to throw up this time around, but I have nothing inside of me. It seems I really am empty now.
This can’t be happening. It really can’t.
Yet, it definitely is.
Chapter 15 – Ryan
This is getting weird now, there’s no denying that I should be worried. I keep trying to play it cool on the outside, so no one knows how much I’m freaking out, but inside I’m a God damn mess. In all the time that Sara has been here, she has never taken off sick days and now she has been pretty much missing for nine days. Nine work days she hasn’t been here and according to the human resources department, there hasn’t been any communication letting us know when she is coming back either. I can’t help but be worried because this is
strange.
“She wouldn’t just leave now,” I tell myself determinedly in a quiet voice as I sit at my desk, trying my best not to stare at hers. “It was ages ago that anything happened between us…”
But that doesn’t sit right with me. I still feel incredibly uncomfortable. I just know that whatever is going on with Sara, it’s all my fault. I have screwed everything up and I need to make it right. The only problem is in my weaker moments over the past couple of days I have even called her and gotten nothing. She is blatantly ignoring me because she hates me.
“Bella.” I have been doing my best to avoid her because I don’t want to be an idiot and ask her… but at the same time I can’t hold back any longer. I need to know what’s happening.
I should take a moment to consider this decision, especially because judging by the way that Bella looks at me, she knows pretty much everything that has happened, and she hates me too. But I don’t want to think anymore. I’m done worrying in silence, I need to know.
Bella lifts her eyes upwards, sensing me as I stalk around the corner to her desk. Her eyes widen in shock, probably because she can sense what’s about to happen. I definitely haven’t approached her like this yet so I’m sure she’s worried. Yet this has to happen.
“Bella, do you have a moment?” She nods just the once. “I need to know what’s happening with Sara. I have heard that she is sick, but this is a long time for her to be off work.”
I suck in a deep breath and prepare myself for the answer at long last. But I don’t get it. I’m crushed the moment I see Bella’s face fall. She doesn’t know.
“I haven’t heard anything from her,” she admits. “She isn’t answering any of my calls. I even went to see her, but she wasn’t…” She purses out her lips trying to find the right words which stiffens me. “She didn’t want to see me. She clearly isn’t interested in speaking to anyone which has me really worried. Sara hasn’t ever been like that with me before.” She stares directly at me, showing me her fear for her friend. “I’m sorry that I can’t be more helpful.”