So Into You

by Sahara Kelly

  They reached for each other as if by mutual consent.

  And the heat that had simmered between them all evening exploded into flames.

  *~*~*~*

  It was one of those amazing times when everything blurred but the need to have her. Before he knew it, Phil was on the couch, on his back with his pants around his knees. He was sheathed—he couldn't remember that happening at all —and Casey was on top of him, eyes closed, riding him slowly. God knew where her panties were, but at this point he didn't care. Her hips swiveled as she undulated on his cock and made soft sounds of pleasure.

  Phil reached up to caress her breasts through the fabric of her dress, the skimpy bra beneath no barrier to his seeking hands. He watched her head drop forward, her hair almost covering her face and her expression of desire. She was touching herself, her skirt pulled high, her pussy hot against his body.

  "Damn, Casey..."

  Before he could finish she smiled, pulled her wet fingers from between her legs, and put them over his mouth. "Shhh."

  Phil began to suck her fingers, stifling a groan as the taste of her flooded his mouth and the scent of her crept up his nostrils and into his brain, igniting every neuron he possessed.

  "Don't come yet, just wait a few more seconds…" She leaned back, sighed, then shivered and gasped. "God, your cock feels wonderful. I'd forgotten how fucking good this feels." Her bliss turned into shudders and she tensed, grinding her clit against his groin.

  "Phil, fuck me now? Please…God I am so close, sooo close… Come on, fuck me. Hard. Fast and hard."

  She was leaning over him now, her breasts just above his face and her dress a rumpled band around her waist. Like a piston, he began pumping in and out of her pussy, hard and fast, just as she'd demanded. He grabbed her ass and started forcing her down to meet his thrusts while the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoed in the dim room.

  Casey moaned. "Oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming…"

  With a guttural shout Phil slammed into her again and picked her up. His legs were tight and flexed as he shuddered, his body and face as rigid as his cock —his release spewing within her. He pushed balls deep into her tight sex one more time and then finally eased back down to the couch. His heart pounded furiously and his cock still throbbed from where the wet and silky velvet fist of her orgasm had squeezed it.

  Casey lay on his chest, his cock becoming limp inside her slick pussy.

  She pulled her tangled hair back to one side and nestled against his shirt, enjoying the appealing scent of man and fabric softener. "Wow. So that's what you feel like. I'll confess I've been curious about you. And it's been a long time since I…well…since…oh never mind." She blew out a long breath.

  "I hope you enjoyed it." His heartbeat was slowing. "As much as I did. I couldn't help it, of course. For me, this was a dream come true. You know I've always had a thing for you."

  "I guess I did. I could feel something, that's for sure. Other people have made comments now and again. And Joan used to tell me all the details of you two dating." Casey laid silent on his chest, his cock becoming limp inside her slick pussy.

  Phil's hand stroked her gently. "Honestly, Joan and I never really dated. We went out a couple of times and fooled around a little, but there was never anything serious between us. At least not to me."

  She thought about his words and decided now wasn't the time to try and explain the intricacies of a woman's thought processes when it came to dates, dating and fooling around.

  Wisely, she changed the subject. "Phil, if you don't mind…I'd like to keep this between us?" She rubbed her fingers over his chest and slipped them between the edges of his shirt to touch his skin. "You know how bad it looks when something like this happens in the workplace. All those sexual harassment lectures and stuff. And it may be a new century, but the woman still gets branded. Only now the punishment is being on YouTube not in the town square. You know it and I know it."

  "Shit." He sighed loudly. "I guess I'd better turn that web cam off, then. They pay good money for those sites that show amateur porn. And I had a really fine tweet planned for tomorrow."

  "Amateur porn? How would you know?" She moved, a twinge of sadness darting along her nerves as she felt him slide out of her body. Her clothes were a mess and her pussy more than a little sore. She hadn't lied…it had been a long time since anything other than a battery-operated-boyfriend had been inside her. "Bathroom?"

  Phil stretched and pointed. "Second door on the right."

  It took her a few minutes to straighten herself back into something approaching her usual appearance. And it wasn't just her clothes—it was her mind that was a bit messy as well. She was glowing physically and unsettled mentally. An odd combination that wasn't as comfortable as she would have liked.

  So she made a decision. Walking back out into the living room, she saw Phil sitting lazily on the couch, his fly zipped and his arms behind his head. She smiled at the picture of contentment he presented. "I should go."

  "Seriously? Why?" He straightened. "You don't have to go, Casey. If you're not ready to share a bed, you can take mine and I'll crash here. Although I will admit I'd be fighting the urge to come in and…well..." He grinned. "Stay? Stay with me? I'll even cook breakfast. Or order it. Same thing."

  She sighed and shook her head. "I'd like to. It sounds so tempting." Then she held up her hand as he opened his arms to her. "But the fact it sounds so wonderful is exactly why I have to go."

  He closed his eyes and then put his hands to his head. "Women." He ground the word out from between clenched teeth. "I will never understand 'em if I live to be a hundred."

  "And that's just how we like to keep it." She laughed. "I have my reasons, Phil. And they have nothing to do with you or the incredibly magnificent sex we just had."

  "Magnificent?"

  "Beyond belief. Eye-rolling. Makes regular sex look like first base."

  He smirked. "That's so true."

  She moved to him, leaned over and kissed him, a soft brush of lips, obeying the warm wave of affection that swept over her. "Thank you, Phil."

  His hands moved, then stopped, which she appreciated. Leaving him was difficult, but something inside her kept telling her that for now, it was the right thing. If he'd touched her right then, she might have made a mistake.

  He took a breath. "I'll call you a cab. It's on speed dial, along with pizza and the garage."

  "Ever practical, huh?"

  He spoke briefly into the phone then nodded and ended the call. "Once I even got the tow truck to bring my pizza with him. It was a coup." He smiled modestly.

  "I would expect no less."

  "A last kiss goodbye?" He moved to her and this time placed his hands on her waist.

  "If you find my underwear first."

  He looked around, and then walked to the couch. "Here." He triumphantly lifted the scrap of sheer lace from beneath a cushion, then looked thoughtfully at her. "I'll let you go if you let me keep these."

  "Really? What for?"

  He put them to his face and inhaled deeply. "Mmm. So I can remember that scent. I love knowing these were wrapped around your pussy."

  She felt a hot tingle bloom between her legs. It was an almost perverted request, but a first for her. And it was, without doubt, one of the most erotic things anyone had ever asked.

  "Okay."

  Chapter Six

  It wasn't easy going back to work on Monday, but the usual chaos and rush of incoming work kept Casey busy enough to ignore the start of the week blues. Tuesday wasn't much better, and Wednesday was, to put it bluntly, hell. Deleting emails, completing project paperwork, grabbing coffee, more paperwork, a meeting with the sales staff, more coffee and then, paperwork. If this hadn't been a "green" company with intranet and much of the communication process happening via emails, they'd have been banned from the local recycling association for excessive destruction of the rainforest.

  She was struggling on the horns of a personal dilemma, which
didn't help her coping skills at all. She'd had two great dates with a guy who was clearly hung up on her, which was really rather flattering. Not to mention he was hell on wheels in the sex department and had rung her bells with finesse and enthusiasm. In fact she blushed just thinking about that damn couch.

  But on the heels of these lovely reminiscences came a slight twinge of guilt. What about Dominic? Was she being unfaithful to her memories? Should she just end it because right now everything was good but will eventually crash to the ground?

  And above all, what was that god-awful smell coming from LuAnn's cubicle right next to hers?

  She wrinkled her nose and tried to ignore it. Asking would only result in knowing what the woman had had for breakfast. That fell into the Too Much Information category, since it was probably something like egg, sausage and jalapeno burritos. Her stomach lurched at the thought.

  As she tapped away at her keyboard she heard the chime for an incoming email. Opening the window, she saw it was from Phil and titled "Thinking of you". She couldn't help a giggle when she read it, because it included a photo he had taken of a teddy bear with her underwear over its head.

  The intriguing little photo was captioned.

  It was either this or a photo of a man with elephantitus of the nuts. Since we're at work I figured this was more appropriate.

  Good God. Was elephantitus even a word? She blinked and barely stopped herself from Googling it.

  Then she realized something. Phil was sitting only a few offices away, but not hanging over her cubicle. He'd done little more over the past few days than his usual good morning. He certainly wasn't stalking her, or finding excuses to talk to her. He was, somewhat to her surprise, being respectful of her wishes. It seemed that he understood her fears about inter-office relationships, and that was a major point in his favor.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sharp clicking heels approaching her desk. Hurriedly she killed the email and looked around to see Joan from the reception desk staring at her. "Morning. Anything I can do for you?"

  Joan tilted her head to one side, motioning to the doorway.

  Casey rolled her chair backward and looked the way Joan had indicated. There was Phil peeking over his cubicle with binoculars pointed at her and a shit-eating grin on his face. She couldn't help but smile.

  However, the tiny spark of heat that leaped to life low in her belly was immediately suppressed. She had company. "What a pervert." She shook her head casually and rolled back to her desk.

  Joan raised one eyebrow. "You do know he really has a serious thing for you, Casey. " She paused, sniffed, and then looked at LuAnn's cubicle. "What in the world is that dreadful smell, LuAnn? Did you have those crappy burritos again for breakfast?"

  There was a mutter that Casey couldn't catch.

  Clearly Joan wasn't as interested in LuAnn's dining habits as she was with Casey's love life, since she pretty much ignored the mutter and turned back to the subject uppermost in her mind. "If Phil wasn't so cute and obviously hung up on you, there are more than a few girls here that wouldn't mind him poking them, if you know what I mean. Shame he and I didn't work out, but we didn't and I knew I had to move on. I hated dumping him, of course. I reckon it took him a while to get over me." She idly studied her fingernails. "If he has. You never know with men like him."

  Casey played it cool as well. "He's harmless. It's no secret I don't have time for that kind of thing. He's good at picking up coffee now and again, but hey. You know how it is. I have other commitments. If he likes doing me favors, who am I to argue?"

  "You should be nicer to him. Maybe you don't realize the advantages of having a good-looking guy at your beck and call. Just because he's under your thumb doesn't mean you can squash him like some bug."

  Joan's tone roughened from playful to something approaching anger. She glared at Casey with a look that was two degrees away from vicious. Clearly there was more to her comments than just be nice to Phil—she was seething with jealousy. As she stormed off, Casey tried to make sense of it. Both parties had announced they were done and they were fine with it. And yet Joan was still holding a torch, it seemed. She wondered if Phil knew.

  Then her email chimed again and she forgot Joan as she saw it was another message from Phil. This time it was a self-taken picture of Phil staring at her through the same binoculars. Admit it…you like the attention. How about meeting by the coffee maker?

  She closed her email and stood, grabbing her half-full coffee mug and heading toward the staff room. Phil was already there making coffee. It was different between them now, she realized. Her eyes drifted over his body and stopped at his groin. That hadn't happened before. "Usually I have you go pick me up coffee at the corner cafe."

  Phil turned and smiled. "I bought a small bag of their ground stuff. Figured it was easier to make it here." He paused. "You look nice today."

  Casey couldn't help but smile. "Why thank you. You don't look too shabby yourself."

  He lowered his voice as she moved closer to watch the brewing process. "I'm trying to keep things quiet, as you asked. It's been a tough few days, trying not to get caught drooling at you in those business skirts, or calling you for phone sex on my break." He clicked buttons and nodded as the machine made happy perking noises. " But you're right. I don't want to have people gossiping, or making comments, so I'm just acting like I usually do."

  "The binoculars were a nice touch." She stirred in creamer and sugar to the mug he gave her. After a sip, she scrunched her face. "Yuck, needs more sugar."

  "I'll work on it. It's not quite as simple as ordering it just the way you like it." Phil stirred his own drink.

  "What d'you got there?" She looked at his cup.

  Phil took a drink and licked his lips. "Hot chocolate. I can't stand coffee. I only get it because you ask me to."

  "God. Guilt people much? Now I have to ask what you want. Sacrifice like that deserves some kind of reward."

  Shrugging, Phil just smiled walked away.

  Back at her desk, she sighed at the prospect of another long day in the trenches. Then her phone chimed with an incoming text message.

  So I'll pick you up around seven.

  Yep, Phil had wanted something in repayment. Thank God. Casey grinned and closed her phone.

  After quickly texting back, "See you then."

  *~*~*~*

  Just before seven that night, Casey found herself contemplating what she was doing. Was she ready for some kind of relationship? She had deliberately avoided meeting or getting close to anyone since Dominic. And she liked having the upper hand in everything, even her friendships. It made everything easier to deal with. She could control the level of intimacy and if anything looked like it might develop, she could cut it off at the root.

  Well aware that her biggest fear was falling hard for someone again, she knew she would find it difficult to trust anyone too far. She was aware that for her, controlling her life outside work was paramount. She wouldn't let go again. But Phil was nice, he wasn't pressing her, he was good in bed and he respected her wishes. He listened.

  Tiny darts of uncertainty prickled at the base of her skull. Was she heading toward something she'd have to sever some time soon? Or was she still in control?

  Tonight might tell her more about her situation and answer a few questions. Besides a nice dinner at some quiet restaurant would be romantic. They could get to know each other better. They didn't even have to have sex if she didn't feel like it. She knew Phil wouldn't press her. He didn't seem to mind her being in control.

  Which was all quite logical and clear-sighted.

  Except for the fact that within minutes after Phil arrived, thoughts about a romantic dinner vanished in a puff of passion. They never made it anywhere but the bedroom.

  From the moment he stepped through the door and looked at her, their lips collided and they devoured each other hungrily. Hours passed as they kissed, caressed, and tried to touch every inch of each other's bodies.


  Finally on the bed, Casey fought for breath. Phil was groaning as he pulled back out of her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, arching upward to meet his hard thrusts.

  This was much more erotic than the couch at his apartment. That had been animalistic need mixed with some serious lust. This was—something else.

  She was completely naked after stripping for him as he watched. And at last she had a clear view of what those suits covered. Phil was lean and muscular and shaped just the way she liked. Best of all was the astonishing way their bodies melded together. Legs entwined, hips notched against each other, and every inch of her met every inch of him in a welcome that seemed almost unreal.

  She'd lost count of the times he'd made her come.

  Phil stared into her eyes and rested his weight on her, while his hard cock sank deep inside. Her breasts pressed against his chest as he brushed a couple strands of hair away from her face. She hadn't felt like this—so completely overwhelmed and appreciated by a man—in a very long time.

  "God, you are so beautiful." He let his lips softly brush against hers, "I don't want this to end."

  His words sent shivers through her body and she ached with the need to feel him explode inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, filling her hands with his buttocks and holding him as close as she could.

  Some kisses are pecks of affection, others a savage mess of lips and tongues. This was neither. This was a kiss of pure emotion and passion.

  She tightened her legs and felt her inner muscles fist around his cock. "I want to feel you come, Phil. I want to look into your eyes and see you come inside me. To see you let go and know it was me that made you do it. Please, Phil, show me." Unafraid now, she told him plainly what she wanted.

  Her words sank in and within seconds Phil started pushing in and out of Casey. Like a human jackhammer he drove himself to the point of his release. She lay beneath him, holding one leg up high so he could grind deeper inside her hot sanctum, trembling with the pleasurable aftershocks of her orgasm.