“This is insane,” I tell him as I slide both of my hands down the side of my body, grabbing my dress. Swaying my hips from side to side, I send it down to my legs and then kick it up in the air; the fabric rises up, and then traces an upward arch before landing on the floor.
“Yeah, this is insane…and I love it,” he replies and, following my lead, he grabs his own shirt, pushing it down his arms and throwing it to the floor; it falls right on top of my dress.
He’s totally naked now, and he looks even better than everything I’ve imagined. Sure, I’ve seen some shirtless pictures of him before (and there was a scene during the first season where he was naked from the waist up), but none of that compares to being this close to him. There are ropes of muscle hiding under his taut skin, and everything in him seems to have been carved out by a master’s chisel.
Approaching him, I slowly press my hands against his abs, feeling their grooves and ridges. I kiss his stomach gently, my tongue caressing the outline of marble wall. I look up and there he is, smiling with his eyes closed, savoring my lips on his skin.
And then, going on my knees, I let my hands fall on his cock once again.
I’ve never sucked a man after having his cock inside me, but I guess this is a good time as any.
I don´t waste any time – parting my lips, I tilt my head sideways and lean into him. I rest my open mouth against his shaft and start slowly sucking his tip, closing my eyes as the raw manly scent of his cock mixed with the taste of my pussy climbs up to my brain.
I kiss the tip, parting my lips and licking it with slow deliberate circles. He moans as my lips engulf his tip, his warmth spreading to my lips.
My mouth goes forward in slow motion, my lips sliding down his shaft. I feel his hips pressing forward and, when his whole cock is in my mouth, his hands touch my head, grabbing it with firmness.
My tongue draws circles around his cock, right before I bob my head a couple times, his hardness dancing inside of my mouth, alive with raw desire.
I pull back from his cock then and, with cautious fingers, I start stroking his member.
“Come here,” he commands me.
Pulling me up, he lays me down on the top of the desk once more and climbs on top of me, hunched like a wild animal preparing to devour his prey. His chest touches mine, my breasts brushing against his soft cool skin.
I lace my legs around his waist, placing my right arm over his shoulder, my mind screaming at him to make me his, to subdue and dominate me. He kisses me again, his waist on mine.
I rest my trembling fingers against his chest and run them down his abs, each ridge and valley making my heart feel tighter inside my chest. I let my hand go lower, and only stop when I find the root of his cock; I curl my fingers around it and, pulling him in with the leg I have around his waist, I force the tip of his cock between my pussy lips.
I bite on my lower lip as I feel the tip of his cock against my drenched folds, but that’s everything I have the time to do; with one quick thrust he’s in me, his thick mast pushing its way past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls.
“So good,” I moan, pressing my forehead against his and smiling.
“It’s more than just good,” he says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock in and out of me.
My eyes are shut, and I’m clenching my teeth again. I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s simply too…good.
And it keeps getting better: as he thrusts, he keeps pressuring my clit, circling it steadily with his two fingers. With his free hand, he grabs my left breast and squeezes it, pinching my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m panting, my body swaying against his in waves.
I feel his whole body tensing up, but I don´t want him to come yet. And I can tell Brad doesn’t want to come as well…I mean, there´s still so much more to do.
He pulls out his cock and, with a kiss, he puts me down from the desk, my legs feeling weak the moment my feet touch the floor. But he gives me no time to catch my breath. His hands on my waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall once again.
I place my hands against the cold concrete at shoulder height, jutting my ass back toward him. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips as he smacks my ass hard with the back of his hand. Then he does it again. And again.
He does it until I’m gritting my teeth, the pain running through my nerves toward my brain – except the moment it gets there it has already been distilled into pleasure.
I let my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders and brushing against my breasts. His hands are now over my buttocks, squeezing them lightly. After the rough treatment, the gentle touch of his fingers feel like a blessing. The more his fingers caress me, the more they move toward the valley between my ass cheeks.
The moment he’s close enough, he takes his hands out of me and, with just one finger, he traces the line between my cheeks all the way to between my thighs. Then, turning his hand around, he keeps going. I swallow hard when his fingers go over my pussy lips, gently parting my folds.
He slides a finger inside me and I moan, my throat producing a sharp sound of pleasure. He starts fingering me then, his finger going in and out of my pussy fast.
Again and again, over and over.
Then, I feel two fingers inside me in a continuous movement, a game of in and out, and I struggle hard against the urge to moan as loud as I can.
Brad
She’s pressing her legs together and gritting her teeth, locking my hand into place as I finger her towards insanity. I start biting at her neck and, at the same time, I pinch her nipples with my free hand.
“It feels good,” she purrs, and I let go of her nipples. I spread her legs farther while I force her to bend over, her hands firmly pressed on the wall as she juts her ass back at me.
I breathe into her ear, grabbing my cock and pushing it down. I only let go of it when I feel it right on the gap between her thighs, her pussy lips brushing against my shaft. She goes on tiptoes, and all I have to do now is thrust…which, of course, is exactly what I do.
I go as hard as I can right from the beginning, grabbing her by the waist as I ram my cock inside her pussy. My thighs slap her ass cheeks feverishly, and the sound of flesh on flesh fills the entire office.
With the fingers of one hand buried in her ass cheeks, I slide my free hand around her waist and I stretch my fingers wide so that one of them is right above her clit, pressing and rubbing there as I keep on going at her mercilessly.
She starts pushing out her ass faster at me, a relentless rhythm I match as I thrust at her. Each time we do it, my cock goes deep inside her, forcing a throaty moan to escape her lips.
Holding her against the wall, I thrust my hips harder and harder, ramming my cock into her in such a way that I can’t help but wonder if her pussy can take such a beating. Judging by the way she’s moaning, I’d say it can. She screams once more as her pussy tightens around my cock, so hard it feels like a vice, and I continue thrusting as she comes.
She presses her head against the wall, moaning hard through her gritted teeth, and I hold my position as a violent orgasm ravages her delicate body.
Fuck, I knew that she was beautiful, but I had no idea she was this good when it came to sex. Oh, scratch that – she’s not good, she’s a fucking Goddess.
“Get over here,” I growl, sliding my cock out of her pussy. Before I even know what the fuck I’m doing, I grab her hand and pull her into me.
I go down to the floor, making her come after me. She comes willingly and, realizing what I want, she places her knees on either side of my head while I lay down on the floor. Lowering herself over my face, she rests her wet pussy right on my mouth, and I take my hands to her ass cheeks and push her further down.
With her pussy on my mouth, I react by instinct and open my mouth wide, using both my lips and tongue to ravage her wetness.
Swaying her hips rhythmically, she rubs her pussy against my face, slowly losing control. I hook my fingers on her hips,
forcing her to press her pussy against my mouth, and I use my tongue to ravage her insides at the same time. I flick it up and down the length of her pussy, always making sure to take care of her clit, and she rewards me with a string of generous moans.
Then, pulling out of my mouth, she slowly slides her body down mine, her lips tracing a downward line over my chest.
Guiding my shaft right where she needs it to be, she eases herself down, allowing my cock to pierce her. The moment she feels all of my inches buried deep inside her, she starts moving her hips back and forth in a flowing motion. She rides me fast and hard, her eyes closed as moans just tumble out of her lips.
I grab her ass cheeks and feel the movement of her body, placing my fingertips over her ass crack. I can notice her whole body shivering, so I spread her cheeks wider and start caressing the gap between them, moving one finger up and down.
As she jumps up and down and back and forth, the movement of her body grows even more violent. She´s truly driving me crazy as she rides me hard, straight into oblivion, finishing off with one sudden thrust.
I hold my position and the whole universe seems to explode inside her body, such is the heat coming from her skin. I can almost picture the fireworks going off behind her closed eyelids.
“Oh my God! That felt so good,” she says between moans, resting her head down on my chest.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I grin and, before she knows it, I push her to the floor and make her roll to the side. Pushing her knees apart, I settle my body between her legs.
She looks in anticipation as I edge closer to her, the thick head of my cock reaching for her inner lips. She shudders as I press it there, rubbing my tip along her pussy and up to her clit. I then slap my shaft against her wet pussy twice and she almost bangs her head against the floor in madness.
She opens her legs wide and lets out a scream. I enter her fast, my shaft sliding deep inside of her, her tightness sending shards of absolute rapture from her pussy to my mind.
I thrust at her like that for God knows how long, my body pressing down on hers. She laces her legs behind my back, but she’s not locking me into place; she allows me the freedom to move in and out at will – which I do.
I keep on thrusting hard and violently for a long time, this moment so delicious that I can imagine myself spending the whole day like this, lying on the floor while I ravage her.
I continue until all strength leaves her body, her legs sliding down from my back to the floor as all muscles in her body become taut. I pound her even strongly then, feeling her weakness. Her pussy tightens around my cock and she screams out loud as she comes once more.
Closing my eyes, I continue fucking her with abandonment, beads of sweat dripping down from my face and falling onto the floor. My muscles seem to be burning with the effort, but I don’t stop; instead, I go even faster, pushing through the pain and exhaustion.
“I’m going to come,” I groan, and that unleashes something inside her. Next thing I know, my cock is already out of her pussy and she’s rolling to the side and going to her knees. Grabbing my thick member, she starts stroking me hard.
The moment she feels slight spasms running through the length of my shaft, she doesn’t hesitate. She just opens her mouth and dives in, taking my whole cock into her mouth.
My whole body tenses up and a fraction of a second later I explode, my milky seed spilling into her mouth like a raging river. Just one burst and her mouth is already brimming with cum.
Reacting on instinct alone, she takes her mouth out of my cock, allowing me to gush my seed all over her naked body. She keeps on moving her hands over my cock as I come; heavy beads drip down her face, running over the curves of her lips, as more strands splatter against her breasts.
She only opens up her eyes when my cock stops throbbing against her fingers.
Looking down, she takes her hands off my shaft and smiles, seeing her own skin glistening, a thin layer of creamy semen on her naked body.
“Oh, Jesus,” she sighs, sitting up on the floor and leaning back against the wall. “What the hell has just happened?”
“I have no fucking idea,” I breathe out, joining her against the wall and throwing my head back. I close my eyes, listening to the sound of my own heartbeat, and I can’t help but smile. I just came in here to deliver lunch and try to save my character, and I ended up getting the best sex of my life.
Not bad for a Friday.
“You gotta go…” She says out of the blue, and I look at her and blink twice before I realize what she’s saying. “No one can find out about this, or else we’ll be in trouble.”
“We’ll be in trouble, right,” I mutter, suddenly realizing that the reason I came into her office was because I wanted to stay out of trouble.
Oh, fuck it, this was worth it.
We get dressed in a hurry, keeping the silence as we do it, and then I make my way toward the door. I lay my hand on the handle, but then I turn around and meet her gaze.
“See you for lunch next Monday,” I tell her, and then I just leave, my I-just-had-the-best-sex-of-my-life smile on my face.
Kayla
I put my mop and bucket back under the laundry sink. My floors are so clean I can see my own reflection, and I know I could eat off them.
It’s been a while since I’ve scrubbed my apartment from top to bottom two days in a row. Usually I just get the cleaning lady to come during the week so I don’t have to be bothered with housework on my days off.
But this weekend was different. Sex the other day with Brad has left me a little confused. My cage has been rattled.
With the cleaning equipment out of the way, I go back into the living room and put some music on. My eyes travel along the rows of books in the bookshelves, but nothing leaps out to say “read me.”
I ponder what else I can do to distract myself. Mentally, I tick off the housework already done: dusting done, washing done, ironing done, floors done, and windows cleaned.
I walk to the stereo. Alright, let’s focus on the music then. Music is soothing; it calms the mind.
Should I have pushed Brad away when he started kissing me? Hard call. I’m only human after all, and it’s been a while since I’ve had sex.
Well, in fact, I’ve never had sex the way Brad and I went at it the other day.
Will it get out? Will the rumor mills go wild and make my life a writer’s hell? And what would Ed make of it?
Sick of being confined to my four walls, I decide to head out. Fresh air, exercise, and a change of scenery are what I need.
I decide to drive to the canyon for a run. It’s Saturday, and I will go for a run around this time.
Brad has rattled my cage, sure, but maybe it’s best I keep to my routine. It will clear my headspace…there’s nothing better for it than being out in rugged, beautiful terrain. The view from the canyon always leaves me feeling a little better.
It somehow puts into place how insignificant we humans really are. We are these tiny beings in a huge unknown space—the pimple on the ass of the universe.
With my running shoes on, my hair tied back, and water bottle in hand, I get into my car. Once at the canyon, I park and do a few stretches. The last thing I want to do is pull a muscle or strain a ligament.
To my relief, there aren’t that many people up here today. It is a very popular walk, and sometimes it can be difficult to park your car.
I set off. My mind mulls over the Brad dilemma. I’m a firm believer that it’s no good to be involved with a work colleague, and there’s no arguing Brad is a work colleague.
I’m the head writer and he’s one of the main stars on the show. It could get complicated.
But then, of course, I could be overreacting. I’ve made no plans to see Brad again, nor has he suggested another date. Of course, sex isn’t really a date anyway.
Kayla, when did your life become so complicated? I thought to myself.
I round a corner in the path and collide with something soft.
It’s a human being. It’s a man.
A man I know.
For a second or so, I hold my breath. What’s he doing here?
“Hey, Scott,” I say and try to bring my breathing under control. Scott is holding me by my shoulders. “Are you stalking me?” I’m joking, of course, although I always regret saying it.
What if he thinks I’m a weirdo?
“I am,” Scott replies, and the look in his eyes tell me he isn’t entirely lying. Okay, what’s going on in here?
His touch is messing with my brain, desire wells up in me, and nerve cells start to tingle.
“You are?” I repeat to try and hide my feelings. My heart rate is increasing even though I’m standing still. I hope my yearning for his touch is not too obvious.
“I can’t lie.” Scott finally lets me go and takes a step backward. He’s grinning at me.
I try to say something witty back, but I draw a blank. Instead, my gaze feasts on his six-pack and bulky shoulders. Weightlifting is definitely part of Scott’s workout.
His thigh muscles are bulging, and I know I’m staring at his crotch. I can’t help but wonder…how big is his cock?
“I know why you’re stalking me,” I say, eventually forcing myself to look into his face.
“You do?” Scott lifts his hands in mock innocence.
“You’ve heard one of you is going to get killed off. And you want to know if its you.”
Scott takes a little bow.
“You’re correct, dear madam. But only partly correct.”
I raise my eyebrows and say, “Really? And what would the other reason be?”
Before he answers, I can guess what is coming. His eyes speak volumes. I’m wearing my cropped running top and knee-length tights.
His gaze has practically undressed me already. And yet I want to hear it from him.
“I’ve come out here today to go for a run with the gorgeous head writer of our show. I want to get to know you.” The grin of the cat that caught the mouse accompanies his words.
I laugh. Luckily, he cant’s see under my clothes. Between my legs, a little wetness appears already. It catches me by surprise; am I really reacting like this around this hunk of a man several days after Brad has fucked me?
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