Want You Back

by Lulu Pratt

  “Come on,” I begged. “You want this too.”

  I took her hand off its perch on the table and laid it over the growing tent in my jeans. She sighed, and I pressed her small palm more firmly on the imprint left by my large cock. I wrapped her fingers around the outline, wondering if she could feel each throbbing ridge through my denim.

  “Please,” I whispered. Then, I felt the truth bubbling onto my tongue. “If this is the… the last night we have together, let’s make it count.”

  She locked eyes with me, and then before I could plead my case any further, had dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor.

  “Is this where you want me?” she asked coyly.

  “Yes,” I said as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

  She moved her mouth closer, until it was mere inches from my cock. Even through the thick denim, I could feel her hot breath. “How about here?”

  “Even better.”

  Sierra’s lips progressed further towards my crotch, and I could feel electricity zap through my body as she touched down on my erection.

  “How’s this?” she asked, her lips moving around my cock.

  I took a deep breath and just managed to say, “If you touch me any more with my pants on, I’ll rip a hole in these jeans. And they’re the only jeans I brought, so I’d really appreciate if you didn’t force me to get out a sewing kit and repair them in these wee hours.”

  She giggled. “You make a compelling argument.”

  Apparently so, because she was unzipping my jeans, yanking them down to just past my ass, and delicately flipping over the hem of my white briefs, allowing my hard cock to present itself.

  Her eyes went wide with excitement, and I felt an additional thrill race in my blood, further thickening my cock, causing it to leap up like an excited puppy.

  “Wow,” she said. “You know, I’ve seen your dick before, but I never get used to it.”

  I laughed. “Thanks, I think.”

  “Oh, it’s definitely a compliment,” she confirmed.

  Sierra settled back on her knees and her eyes flew up to meet mine. She paused, then remarked, “It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Will you tell me if I’m doing it right?”

  At that, I had to snort. Sierra had always been a master of giving head. But I didn’t want her to feel nervous, so I agreed. “Of course. But you turn me on so much, I’m not sure there’s a way you could do it wrong.”

  She grinned, and without further hesitation, leaned closer to my crotch.

  Her mouth fell first on my inner thigh, where her breath tickled the delicate, downy hairs that lay there. I sucked in air with anticipation — what would she touch next? As if in answer to my thoughts, she moved northerly, to the so-called ‘happy trail’ leading from my belly button to my loins. Her mouth followed it down, down, down, kissing my flesh until she was just above my dick.

  I prepared mentally for her to touch my dick, but then Sierra teased me further by moving back down, towards my balls. She breathed on them, in and out, as if inhaling my smell, her lips so close they practically touched. I ached for her — every muscle in my body tensed with excitement. That devilish mouth then moved up the length of my cock, always hovering just out of reach, so close that if one of my muscles twitched, we’d make contact.

  “Sierra,” I groaned. “If you keep teasing me like this, I’m gonna burst.”

  She looked up at me again, her big blues sparkling with pleasure. “Good.”

  I couldn’t help it anymore. “I’m gonna grab your head and put your mouth on my cock,” I warned. “You’re playing games with a desperate man.”

  “So,” she said with a smile, “do it.”

  No need to tell me twice. I wrapped my hand in her pile of blonde hair to steady her head and thrust my needy dick deep inside Sierra’s mouth, so far that I could feel myself going down her throat.

  I groaned with pleasure, then bit down on my spare hand, remembering that we were still in a public area of the house, could still be caught at any moment.

  But those thoughts quickly left my mind, which before I knew it, was subsumed with pleasure.

  Sierra’s mouth suctioned around my cock and I plunged further into her eager mouth.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I asked as I panted, moving myself in and out of her. “Is this what you wanted, Sierra?”

  She pulled her mouth off for just long enough to say in a ragged breath, “God, yes.”

  Oh, I was done for. I moved back into her warm, inviting mouth, letting those beautiful pink lips wrap my cock. She’d only been on her knees for a matter of minutes, but already, I was nearing the edge — all that taunting had worked me up.

  One, two, three. I thrust like we were the last two people on earth.

  It wasn’t long before I said, “I’m gonna come, Sierra.”

  Her lips tightened around my dick, and I knew what that meant — come in my mouth.

  Fuck. Well, I didn’t need to be told twice. With one more final, desperate plunge, I felt waves of ecstasy crash through my body, felt each individual nerve shiver with newfound pleasure, and felt cum spraying out of me like a fire hydrant, shooting into the back of Sierra’s throat. She stayed in the same position, holding my legs for stability as my orgasm went on and on and on, longer than I’d known mine could go.

  After what felt like minutes of sheer delight, I tilted my head back down to look at Sierra.

  “Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” I murmured. “That was… incredible.”

  “So I did it well?”

  I laughed. “You did it perfectly.”

  And I was about to say, ‘let’s get you cleaned up,’ when the handle of the door turned. My heart didn’t even have time to plummet into my stomach as the door flew open.

  “Hey, I just came to—”

  Joe stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene — Sierra, on her knees. Me, with my pants around my hips and my now drained cock hanging out.

  Oh. Shit.

  Chapter 20

  Sierra

  I DON’T KNOW which one of us moved first — our voices were a jumble.

  “Oh my God—”

  “We were just—”

  He held his hand up, his expression stony. The room went silent.

  “Don’t,” he said, in such a cool tone it sent a shiver through my body. “Don’t bother.”

  “Please,” I began to plead, standing up, but he cut me off.

  “Tom warned me something was going on between you two,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought it was just an act. Damn. I should’ve listened to him. I’m such a fool.”

  The only thing scarier than being caught was his total calm. The calm of a man who’d moved past anger into a terrifying rage. In my years of working for him, I’d never seen Joe like this.

  “How could you?” he asked, directing his attention towards me.

  “Now wait a minute,” I began, but Jacob interrupted as he finished zipping up his pants.

  “It was me too, sir,” Jacob said forcefully. “You can’t just blame Sierra.”

  “Like hell!” Joe shot back, his forehead turning red and veins beginning to pop out. He turned to me and shouted, “I tell you to try to get more professional, and this is your response?”

  “It was one mistake,” I seethed through gritted teeth. Jacob gave me a sidelong glance, confused, but moved past it.

  Joe laughed at my excuse. “You accidentally posted a video of you and your buddy talking about vibrators on our company’s Instagram and you think that was just, what, one mistake?”

  Now Jacob was fully facing me, his brows furrowed with confusion. “Buddy?” he repeated.

  “Not like that, Jacob, my—”

  But Joe cut me off. “I couldn’t believe you posted that. Couldn’t believe it! But sure, because you fought so hard to get back, because you said that it was ‘one mistake’ the first time, I bought it, decided, y’know, we all make mistakes. I’ll be benevolent, see how that suits me. An
d then you go and do this, you screw a fellow employee instead of doing your work, in a client’s house! His own house! I should’ve known better.”

  “Jacob, please,” I begged, turning to the man I’d just been intimate with. “Please explain our history. Joe won’t believe me.”

  I waited expectantly, knowing that Jacob would do what he always did — jump in to save me.

  Except then he didn’t.

  He stood there, silent, for several aching seconds until at last saying, “Are you dating someone else?”

  Oh my God. I wanted to explain that the Instagram messages were between Flo and me, that it was all a huge misunderstanding, but then Joe was launching in again.

  “I don’t care about who you are or are not dating,” Joe hollered. “Pillers doesn’t care, and I don’t care. What I do care about is that this company is well represented, that we are perceived as a family values company. It’s pure luck Charles didn’t see that post, or we wouldn’t be here.”

  He took a breath, and tears slipped from my eyes. I struggled to get words out, to justify all my actions, or at least explicate them, but I found that the sobs choking my throat prevented me from doing so much as forming a single syllable.

  Jacob seemed to have mentally left the building — his eyes were vacant, hollow, the eyes of a tortured man. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but knew that would only make everything worse.

  Joe shook his head. “I oughta fire both of you,” he said, then broke off.

  I held my breath, hoping and praying that this pause meant he was going to forgive me, that I would get one last chance to prove myself, to straighten up and fly right in the eyes of Joe and Pillers.

  And then he continued, “But I can’t let my head framer and timber supplier go, not with a job this big. We’ll never get it done without you, Jacob.”

  A sick knot of dread coiled in my stomach.

  Joe pivoted to face me full on, and in a low, dark tone, concluded, “You’ve already finalized the pitch. Which means I have plenty of time before the next major job to find a new head of marketing.”

  “What are you saying?” I managed to whisper.

  “I’m saying… you’re fired.”

  I felt, distantly, as though in another’s body, my shins hit the floor as my legs buckled beneath me.

  “Please,” I mouthed. “Please don’t.”

  “I’m sorry. You’ve left me no choice.”

  I turned my head to Jacob, who was hovering above me like a cold, unfeeling statue. He hadn’t even tried to help me up, to console me. I should’ve known better, known that the man who dumped me via text after a year of dating would hurt me again. That’s what guys like Jacob do — they hurt, they wound, they pierce, they shatter. They tear you down from every angle, all while convincing you that what happened before can never happen again. He broke me.

  Against all odds, I found my ability to speak up, to make one last argument for mercy.

  “Joe,” I said, in a quivering voice. “You need me for this pitch. The presentation is finished, but nobody can deliver it like I can. Please. Let me give the pitch, and if you still want to fire me—”

  “Enough,” he said harshly. “You’re done here. Pack up your things, and get out. We’ll find someone to get you a ride to the airport. Your severance package will be sent to you after we return.”

  So it was really over. Two years of work. A newly blossoming romance. All over in the blink of an eye.

  Joe opened the door. “Sierra?” he said, gesturing towards the exit. “You know the way, I believe.”

  Fury swelled in my chest, subsuming the back-breaking sorrow. Who the hell was he to snap at me, like I was some kind of dog? I would not be kicked by a master. I was a strong, independent woman, goddammit, and I didn’t need to take this shit. Not from him, not from Jacob… not from anyone.

  Slowly, I found my feet and began to rise from the ground. I had fallen out of misery, but I rose with rage.

  “Joe,” I hissed as I found my footing. “You’ve treated me like shit. And in doing so, you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life.”

  My eyes blazed righteously and I felt strength flowing through my veins.

  “Get out,” he sighed, exasperated. “Just leave.”

  “Fine. But first…” I turned to Jacob, jabbed a finger out, and said, “I gave you a second chance and you fucked up again. You, Jacob, are a sham of a man. Burn in hell.”

  The color drained from his face as I turned on my heel and stormed out of the door. I didn’t wait to see their reactions. I was leaving on my own terms.

  As I exited the room, I slammed the door behind me. The noise echoed around the empty hallway. Tears of fury streaked down my fast, hot and slow and devastating.

  Chapter 21

  Jacob

  MY HANDS clenched at my side, my knuckles white beneath tanned skin.

  That was the moment, the very second in which I could’ve proved to Sierra that she mattered to me, could’ve finally remedied the hurt I’d done her all those years ago. That was my moment to be a white knight and save the day.

  And I’d failed.

  I had completely, totally failed the woman of my dreams.

  My inner voice, that old demon, spoke up. But she’s clearly been seeing other people. That Instagram video Joe mentioned suggests as much.

  But now, with just a little bit more time to think it over, I realized that that wasn’t my business. Who was I to get mad that she was seeing other people? What, had I expected her to be ruined for all other men by my exit two years ago? What kind of hubristic asshole was I? And if she was seeing somebody else, if she was cheating on him with me… then that wasn’t my business, it was hers. And hell, maybe she wasn’t even dating him! I’d drawn so much from one story relayed to me by one angry man.

  “Fool,” I muttered to myself. The words slipped out like a curse, a damnation.

  “What?” Joe asked, pivoting back to face me.

  I’d forgotten that Joe was still here. “Nothing.”

  God, I was not only a fool, but a coward. Because as much as the dominant part of me wanted to tell Joe he’d messed up, that he should chase after Sierra and beg her forgiveness, the smaller, survivalist instinct reminded me that I couldn’t afford to piss Joe off. As much as it was shameful, I couldn’t afford to lose this deal with Pillers — my dad’s livelihood, not to mention my own, depended on it. Which meant I had to stoop and simper to the guy who’d just ruined Sierra’s life.

  “Nothing,” I repeated, louder. I hated myself, hated every false move I was taking, knowing that I’d be ruing these mere minutes for years to come.

  “Fine,” Joe sniffed. “And Jacob?”

  “Yes?”

  His expression darkened once more. “Don’t think you’re in the clear. I’m still pissed. Beyond pissed. What you did was wildly inappropriate. If the situation were less tight, if I had an extra inch of wiggle room on the deal… you’d be out on your ass right now.”

  He took a breath, and for a masochistic moment, I wished I was out on my ass. Maybe being fired would clear my conscience, allow me to finally put my personal life before my work life.

  “But that’s not gonna happen,” Joe finished. “Much as I might wish it. So don’t get cocky. I don’t want to replace you, but cross me again and I’ll do it. See you tomorrow.”

  With that, he blew out of the room, leaving me alone in the room with my thoughts and my insurmountable guilt.

  What was there to do? Where did I go from here?

  I had to find Sierra.

  There was no chance at reconciliation, I knew that, but I had to apologize, at the very, very least for taking Joe’s recount and accepting it at face value. There was so much else to beg forgiveness for, but I could at least start there.

  I raced out of the room — luckily, I was headed in a different direction than Joe, so he wouldn’t see me sprinting through the house.

  Floral wallpaper and gilded frames flew
by in the corner of my vision. My hands pumped at my sides and my legs felt like they might rip through my jeans. My heavy boots slapped against pristine marble as I turned corner after corner after corner, mounted one set of stairs, raced beneath a string of garlanded chandeliers, and hit another set of steps. I was moving on pure instinct, my mind at last clear of everything but one goal — get to Sierra.

  Soon enough, I was in our hallway, quickly ticking by each door until I found the one labeled “Sierra.” I hesitated outside of the door, taking a breath. Was this a good idea? Maybe not. But it didn’t matter — it was the best I had.

  I banged on the door, and whispered furtively, “Sierra.”

  No response.

  I tried again. “Sierra.”

  Nothing.

  My fist fell on the door once more, louder this time, as I raised my voice to speaking level, not caring if I woke up other Pillers employees. Let the whole world hear.

  “Sierra!”

  The door swung open before I could knock once more, and I was greeted by Sierra’s tear-stained face, mascara running down in rivulets — it was a mask of pure pain. Well, pain and anger. Definitely anger, too.

  “Hi,” I said, suddenly unsure of myself.

  She laughed, a frightening noise that felt like a punch in the gut. “Hi?” she repeated. “That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself? Man, that figures.” She shook her head. “Get lost.”

  “Please—”

  Her mouth pulled down into a fierce scowl. “I have to pack, Jacob, or didn’t you hear? I’m fired.”

  She turned around, and attempted to shut the door, but I stuck my foot in.

  “Move,” she insisted. “Move your foot.”

  I shook my head. “I’m sorry, no. I want to respect your wishes, but I need to at least apologize to you first. And then you can… can hit me, curse me out, do whatever the hell you want. We shouldn’t talk about this in the hallway.”

  There was that sickening laugh again. “No, you can’t talk about it in the hallway,” she corrected. “I have nothing left to lose.”

  Sierra opened the door, but blocked me from entering with her body. I could see that we were gonna have to have this out, right here, right now. And if it woke up other members of the company, well, I’d deal with that later.