by Brenda Ford
Chapter 7 – Tami – Friday
There’s an intense look in his eyes, one that lures me in towards him. I can’t seem to help myself; the pull is too much. I can tell how much he wants me and that’s utterly irresistible. I think the fact that it’s all kinds of wrong just makes it that much more thrilling. The booze isn’t helping, it’s making me much more susceptible to suggestion, and since I think we might be through the whole bottle, how can I ignore the urge?
When we kissed on Wednesday, I felt all panicked about it. But today there’s a strong sense of calm inside of me. Like it’s right. Like my fantasies about this man were always destined to come true.
His hands connect with my hips and his lips claim me. There’s no other way to describe it, he takes me for his own and it feels incredible. In this moment, I want to be totally his. I don’t even know how it happened really. One minute we were sitting opposite one another, trying to talk about my promotion but continuously flirting and laughing instead, the next everything went hazy and we were pulling towards one another, out of control.
As we kiss, his fingers move around and they graze the hem line of my skirt, edging upwards. It’s clearly obvious that this isn’t just a kiss today, that if I let it, it’ll go further… and damn, I want to let it. Today is the last day of me working with Brad, it feels like my last chance to really explore what this sizzle is between us.
I roll my ass against him, using my body to let him see how much I want him. How much I need him. He will be my first, and this honestly feels like the best way to lose my virginity. With someone I really like.
“Fucking hell,” he growls as his mouth moves off mine and onto my exposed throat. Everywhere his mouth touches, it tingles…I’m in all flames for this man. “You’re so sexy, Tami. You drive me wild.”
His words are like a prayer, they ignite the fire of passion even more. I’ve never been seen as sexy before as far as I’m aware. Cute, the good girl, maybe, but never sexy. Not even by my asshole boyfriend who screwed around with everyone but me. Being called that by such a powerful man makes me feel like a goddess.
My head lolls to the side, desire crashes through me as his expert fingers graze the outside of my panties. He isn’t quite touching where I’m aching for him, it’s more of a tease, but I fucking love it. The butterflies flapping at my core become the size of birds. I can barely handle another moment of not being with him.
“You want this?” he groans, his voice tickling my hyper sensitive skin. “You want me?”
“Oh my God, so bad,” I whisper back, surprising even myself with my bravery. “You have no idea. Wait, wait, wait.” I press my hand against his chest as a sobering moment of reality hits. “Is anyone else here?”
“No, I don’t think so. I think they’ve all gone home. It’s pretty late by now, isn’t it?”
I can tell by the cheeky glint in his eyes that he really has no idea, but he doesn’t care. I don’t know if I do either, I really don’t want this moment to end. So, I hook my hand around the back of his neck and drag him back to me making the decision clear. Even if everyone else is here, I won’t be able to stop.
“I want to feel you,” he murmurs as he pulls my panties to one side. “To touch you everywhere.”
The breath steals from my body as he grazes his velvety fingers along my soaking wet slit. He can feel how much I want him and judging by the animalistic growl that flies past his lips, he loves it.
“Fucking hell, you feel good,” he moans, while plunging those fingers deep into me. He’s soft, yet passionate, like he knows exactly how I need to be touched. “Oh, Tami, you have no idea how bad I want you right now.”
“Take me.” My eyes slide closed, I just want to feel everything that he’s doing to me. “Just take me now.”
I can’t look, I’m too nervous, so I listen as he unzips his trousers and pulls himself free. He pushes a small square into my palm. My heart hammers like crazy, crashing violently against my rib cage as I tear it apart. I still can’t open my eyes, but it doesn’t matter because Brad takes my hand and he guides it to his cock. I gasp, the feel of his massive erection fills me with an excitable anticipation. I don’t know how to handle him; I definitely don’t have the experience for a man like this… but I want to try.
“Your hands feel amazing,” he whispers. “I love you touching me.”
I roll the condom over him, taking my time so I can feel every inch of him. I delicately graze over his balls, causing him to buck with need. I love how much he wants me. It makes me feel powerful and sexy as hell.
I squeal loudly as he lifts me from the ground, his muscles flexing against me, and he slides my butt onto his desk. His forehead rests against mine which causes my eyes to snap open. I want to see him so badly that I’m willing to overcome any fear, any anxiety that threatens to rush through me…
Not that it’s really fear. More of an excitement that’s so powerful I can hardly handle it.
“You really are so beautiful.” He grabs me and pulls me towards him. “I can’t hack it.”
He pulls my panties to one side again and teases my entrance. Straight away the need intensifies. If I don’t have him soon, I’ll fall apart, I’ll die. This is the sort of desire I have always been missing.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, the words sounding delicious on my lips. “I want you, Brad Smith.”
Luckily, I don’t need to ask him twice. He thrusts hard, his hips banging against the desk as he gives me exactly what I want. My head falls back, everything inside of me heats up with desire as he plunges all the way into me. I never thought that I would be the girl fucking my boss on his desk, but it feels so good. It doesn’t even hurt like I thought my first time would. It’s like my body has always been preparing itself for right now.
“Shit,” I cry out as tension balls up inside of me. I curl my fingers around the edge of the desk so hard I can feel my knuckles turning white. As Brad looks at me with such lust, it’s damn near impossible for me not to crumble and fall apart. I’m melting with feelings; I need to keep staring at him, so I don’t lose my freaking mind. “Brad, oh my God… don’t stop, keep doing that… it feels incredible…”
The anticipation fills me, every inch of me is completely consumed by it. It’s like I’m on the brink of a wave just waiting for the moment when I can crash over the edge… and then I fall.
As I tumble into the burning hot abyss, sinking under the waves of pleasure, feeling the orgasm shatter all the way through me, I know for sure that it will never be like this again. Brad is special… the perfect man to give my first time to. It’s just a shame that it’s probably only a one-time thing…
“That guy keeps looking at you,” my very drunk and newly engaged friend, Chelsea, slurs while slinging her arm over my shoulder. “He’s cute. You should get his number. Then we can have a joint wedding.”
I force a little laugh out. “Chelsea, I don’t think that it’s the best idea for me to marry a guy that I just met, just so I can share a wedding with you! Also, and I mean no offence when I say this, but you are going to be one hell of a bridezilla, and I don’t want any part of that.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to, because I want you to be my bridesmaid!”
Those words are about the only thing that could pull me out of my strange funk tonight. Having sex with my boss, then not knowing what the hell is going on between us before I came here to celebrate Chelsea getting engaged is weird. Plus, the knowledge that I won’t be working closely for him again, and just a week in his company has made me realize just how much I like him…
Urgh, it’s all such a mess. It’s nice to have something good to focus on instead.
“You really want that?”
“I really do. You’re awesome, Tami, so of course I want you to be my bridesmaid. I also want you to go over there and chat with that cute guy who keeps staring at you because now that I’m tied up forever more, I have to live vicariously through you.”
I stare across t
he bar to where she’s pointing, and I can see what she means. The guy is nice looking enough, he’s of an appropriate age for me, and definitely not my boss… but he’s just a bit blah. Bland, and that’s definitely a problem with me, not him. If only Ruby wasn’t drunk as hell and all over her own fiancé tonight. I could really use her wisdom in this situation. Chelsea is great, but not one for a life advice.
The issue is Brad isn’t bland at all. He lights up any room he walks into. He has a hidden charisma that only comes out when you really get to know a piece of him. He’s like an onion who’s layers I need to keep peeling back, and I did a little bit. He opened up to me about his parents and made it feel okay for me to do the same thing. We shared a lot of jokes and inside fun. We understood one another in a way that I don’t think anyone else would. I won’t be able to pursue anything without that sort of connection again.
Plus, it doesn’t matter how much I let loose tonight and throw caution to the wind, I am never going to be the girl who has sex with one guy and chats with another the same night.
“Nah, I don’t think so.” I turn back to Chelsea and smile. “I just want to hang out with the girls tonight. I’ve been so busy with my new job so it’s nice to blow off some steam.”
“Ooh yeah, I keep forgetting you’re the one of us who has found instant success, of course.”
“Why of course?” I ask her curiously.
“Because you’re the one with ambition and determination, duh.” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “So, how is the new job? Ooh, are there any cute guys there?”
You have no idea! I think, but I don’t say that aloud. This night club, while we’re celebrating her engagement, is not the time or place for this conversation. I don’t even know if I want to talk about Brad at all. At least not until I have my head wrapped around it all. Having alcohol in my system doesn’t help my mixed up head at all.
“Come on, you love this song.” I tug on her arm and avert my eyes. I don’t want her to see how confused I am. A little hurt too, and I can’t quite work out why. I never knew that my feelings after sex could be so complicated. “Let’s go and dance! Don’t forget, bridezilla, tonight is all about you!”
Thank goodness that is enough to distract her. Now, I can just drink and dance my confusion away.
Chapter 8 – Brad – Saturday
“What is going on with you?” Nelson demands, turning on his sun lounger to stare at me. “The sun is out, you’re having a nice beer with your favorite brother, what more could you want?”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “Who says you’re my favorite brother? Huh? Out of five…”
“Because I’m the youngest. The baby. Of course I’m your favorite. Plus, I’m the one in the house most.”
I glance behind me at the large building we all grew up in. It was our parent’s home, passed down to us when they died, and I have remained there ever since. Of course Nelson still lives here, he’s in his last year of high school, but the others pretty much remain as well. Even as they move out time and again, they always come back. This place is massive, practically a mansion. There is more than enough room for everyone.
“True, I suppose that must make you my favorite then.” I roll my eyes. “If it’s based on that.”
“So, since I’m your favorite, I think that it might be best for you to tell me why you have a face like a slapped ass because you’re really killing my buzz right now. Just talk it out already.”
“There isn’t anything wrong. I’m just strung out from work, that’s all.”
“You’re always strung out from work. This is something different. I’m not a dumb ass, you know.”
I don’t answer Nelson for a while. We remain in silence just soaking up the sun. Of course it’s something different. My issue is Tami and what the hell is going to happen between us now. We were supposed to find some answers last night, not give ourselves more questions. Instead, we ended up a little drunk and we had sex in the office. That definitely wasn’t the plan. Now, she’s going to start working back with Angelo again and everything will change. I don’t know if I will ever be able to get the answers I so desperately need.
“Okay, so are you going to talk to me or what, Brad? Because this quiet is driving me mad.”
“Yeah, I’m going to talk to you. Why the fuck not? I don’t think I can make it any worse.” I sigh loudly. “So, Angelo has been trying to set me up with a girl from work, which is dangerous in itself since I’m supposed to be the boss, you know, but he’s been insistent.” Urgh, I hear myself and it doesn’t sound good. “She’s young, which was my first argument. Too young for me. But, much to my annoyance, there is something there.”
“Ooh, really?” Nelson pushes himself up in to a sitting position. “Like one night stand, or for real?”
“I don’t know, if I’m honest. Well, no I do. I like her more than I have ever liked anyone before. But I don’t know how she feels. We slept together before she freaked out and left without saying anything.”
“Shit, well that sounds like she’s freaked out about how much she likes you.”
“You think so?” I furrow my eyebrows. “I never thought of it like that. I just assumed she didn’t want it to happen again and she didn’t know how to tell me. Are you sure that’s what it means?”
“Well, I don’t know if I’m honest.” He shrugs. “You need to ask her already. Why don’t you call her?”
The idea of speaking to her on the phone makes my blood run cold. I would love to chat to her, to clear the whole mess up. But I just know that I won’t be able dial that number. If she rejects me, I don’t know what I will do. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it… even if it would be better than not knowing.
“Well, it’s complicated, isn’t it? Because of work and her age. I don’t want to make it worse.”
“Brad, I have never ever seen you like this for anyone before. Ever. You need to go for it. What does it matter if she’s complicated? What love story isn’t complicated? Who doesn’t get their happy ever after without awkwardness?”
I narrow my eyes at him, trying to work out how he knows this. He’s only eighteen years of age. “How the fuck did you get so wise, huh? How do you know so much about love?”
His eyes fall to the floor for a moment and his expression reminds me a little of Angelo’s when I suspected there was something else going with him. Does Nelson have his own issues as well? Is this something that I need to be worried about? But then his whole face changes as he smiles all over again.
“You know, we all grew up quick, didn’t we? I might have only been two years old when our parents died, but that just means I grew up watching you. You were nineteen, weren’t you? Only a year older than me when you became basically responsible for all of us. You grew up so quickly and I think that rubbed off on the rest of us more than you know. Any wisdom we have has been influenced by you.”
“Wow…” I don’t know what to say to that. “That’s… amazing to hear you say.”
“Well, you must have worked out now how much we respect and love you, right? Which is why we’re all rooting for you. We want you to find happiness, and honestly, I think this girl might be right for you. If you’re even thinking about her more than you have anyone else, then I think you should go for it.”
“What if it all goes wrong though? What if it ends up messy?”
“Life is messy. It’s better than always wondering ‘what if,’ isn’t it?”
Urgh, he’s right. I really should find a way to just go for it. Even if it means breaking through this fear barrier and just calling her already. Surely, it makes sense to deal with this out of work.
“Yeah, okay, Nelson. You’re right. I think… well, I think I might call her.”
“Well, do it now. Go upstairs. In your room. Call her. Before you talk yourself out of it.”
“Yes, sir.” I do a mock salute, but he doesn’t laugh. Instead, he points to my room. “Okay, okay.”
I chuckle to myse
lf as I race up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I focus on Nelson and his insistence, plus amazing advice, instead of what’s going to come next. Next is scary. It isn’t until I get to my room, that it hits me all over again. I need to work out what I’m going to say to her.
“Hello, Tami,” I practice, while looking in the mirror. “I think we need to talk…”
Nope, planning isn’t going to work. Not at all. I’m just making my heart pound a million times harder, faster. Even my eyes are wider. I look like a fucking rabbit caught in head lights. I need to just do it already. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and stare at the screen, breathing deeply to calm myself down.
“Okay, come on, Brad. Let’s just do it already. Just call her.”
But my shaky finger hovers over her number and doesn’t actually dial. It remains there stuck, unable to actually press. I can’t get the hell out of my head to just get on with it already. Nelson was right, I did get in my head, and now I’ve managed to talk myself out of it. I don’t think I can do it now.
“Message her instead,” I tell myself. “That’s easier. Plus, it gives me time to work it out.”
I don’t want to text her though and I don’t know why. So, instead I go with that instinct and I search for her on social media. I guess a part of me just wants to see her some more as well. Her picture immediately fills my screen which makes my heart leap up in to my throat. She’s so beautiful, so stunning, so much…
“Oh God,” I groan as I stare at her face. “I want you so much.”
My cock stands to attention, straining against my trousers, as I think about last night and how crazy it was. Having sex with her was nothing like my player days, I really felt something for her. Her gorgeous body, her tight wet heat surrounding me, her stunning lips… God, she was everything.
I lie back on the bed, my hand sliding down my body as I scroll through her other pictures, eventually landing on one of her on vacation in a swim suit. It’s a modest suit that covers a lot of her up, but I can see enough of her to really remember ever vivid detail of her hot as fuck body. Her breasts, her nipples, her butt. The sight of her leaves me breathless, especially when I already know what it feels like to bury inside of her.