by Amy Brent
It was an absurd thought, and I had never claimed to be in love with Gemma, but I did care deeply. Too deeply to just use her for sex and move on to the next. “It’s a delicate situation.”
“I feel you, man. It’s too bad.”
“Yeah, it’s never going to happen.” I was so certain when I’d said that. I had felt a touch of relief that I’d finally made a decision to stop encouraging things. And I would try and put her out of my mind. We finished the rest of our meal talking about Dax and how he’d managed to score three numbers with me not around at the gym lately and how I needed to get my old ass back in gear.
We returned to work, and I went up to find Gemma behind her desk. She had small, wrapped gift box on her desk and I wondered if I’d missed her birthday or if some young suitor had brought her a gift.
“Hi, Mr. Porter.” She got up and grabbed the package and followed me into my office. “I bought you something.” She placed the gift on my desk as I sat down. “Open it!” She bounced in her seat, her perky breasts bouncing with her and causing my cock to turn diamond hard.
“You shouldn’t have done this, Gemma.” I gave her a warm smile and pulled the tie out. “It’s very nice. Thank you.”
“I wanted to thank you for everything. Your bonus helped me so much, and it was so generous.”
“You’re like family, Gemma. I like taking care of you.” I wished there was more I could do and I suddenly realized that everything I’d decided at the restaurant was out the window. I couldn’t shake her that easily.
She walked around and perched herself on the edge of my desk and reached for my collar, her slim, cool fingers brushing my skin as she loosened my tie.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled.
“Putting on your new tie, silly. I think it will look nice with this suit.” She worked her magic and soon my new tie was secure and seemed perfectly straight. But Gemma didn’t pull away.
She looked deep into my eyes as if lost in a trance and then leaned down and brushed her lips against mine. And at that moment I knew I didn’t have any fight left in me. I deepened the kiss and pulled her down off the desk and into my lap, but then my better judgment made one last attempt.
I grabbed her hands and held them tight. “It’s not right, Gemma.”
Her eyes burned into mine. “I’ve waited four years for this kiss. I’ve thought of it every day. Don’t deprive me of this moment.” Having her in my lap, in my arm, and against me felt so right, and I was tired of depriving myself as well.
I pulled her close with one hand and cupped her breast with the other. She rubbed me through my pants, moaning and panting.
I slipped my hand up her skirt and felt the lace of her panties. I went beneath them, between the lace and her soft, trimmed mound. She whimpered and crushed her mouth against mine again and then she undid my belt and pants and searched the layers of fabric to get to my cock. But I wasn’t done with her, and I was so impressed by her little mound that I wanted to taste it. I dipped my finger between her folds and pushed it into her tight channel. She pulled away a bit, and she was so tight, I decided I wanted to eat that sweet pussy.
“Hop up on the desk for me and spread those sweet knees.” I helped her up, and then I eased her back, still with a finger inside her panties.
I pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side and brought my mouth down to her little snatch which I licked and prodded.
She was very tight, so I worked her little tender bud at the apex of her thighs.
“That feels good,” she cried. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” I had to. Ever since that first, hot kiss. She’d been so young and tender, and I knew if I fucked her I’d be much too much for her to handle. I lapped at her sweet hole and didn’t stop until she was writhing against me, bucking her hips upward. Her little slit glistened with her release, and I sucked and licked thinking about how good it would be to fuck her.
I reached up and put my hand inside her shirt and kneaded her breast, finding that tight nipple with my thumb and stroking it softly. I pulled away from her and glanced up into her eyes. Her face was flushed, her lips pouty and swollen from kisses.
“Does it feel good?” I rubbed a bit of pressure against her clit, and she shuddered as another release came glazing her slit.
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Gemma. We’ve both wanted it for a long time.”
“You wanted it then too?” Gemma cupped my face and looked into my eyes.
“Yes, I’ve fought it, Gemma. I knew it wasn’t right then. I’m still fighting it. I imagine us together, and I’m not gentle.” I gripped her breast to let her know how rough I could be.
She quickly nodded. “Me too. I touch myself and think about you and how I touched you.”
“Mm. And I’ve dreamed of eating this little pussy a million times. Fucking it too.” Her smile spread her lips wide.
“It’s all yours. I’ve never wanted anyone else to have it but you.” She pushed her ass closer to the edge of the table, and I brought my mouth back down on her, eating her through another orgasm that had her dripping. I rubbed between her folds, and as I was about to push my finger into her channel, she sat up. I pulled away and took her hand, and she hopped down off the desk and settled to her knees in front of me.
“Fuck, yeah.” I closed my eyes and lay my head back as she fondled my balls and stroked my thick shaft. Then her mouth closed around my head, taking me into her warm, wet mouth.
She wasn’t new to this that I could tell and as she took me down into her throat, I wondered how many cocks had filled her holes since that fateful kiss.
She worked it to the base and even darted her tongue out to lick my sac. She pulled off now and then to lick it up and down and she’d suck my nuts into her mouth, one at a time, her hand steady stroking the entire time. To have had her when she was younger would have been a treat, to coach her and teach her, but she’d been taught well, and I was thankful and yet jealous. My cock leaked, and a hearty splash of pre-come hit her tongue, and she didn’t miss a beat.
I had been a fool to miss out on her all this time, but I vowed to myself then and there that I’d never miss out again. She was not only a woman but one with experience and with my cock in her mouth, suddenly the age difference didn’t seem like a big deal.
Chapter 10
Gemma
The taste of him was heaven, and I’d waited years for this moment when he’d finally accept me and give me what I so longed for and craved. I had no idea he’d craved it too, and I wanted to work his cock and show him how much I needed it.
I hoped to be good and make him proud, and even though I had no experience when it came to sex, I’d had plenty of oral practice. Too much for my liking, really. But I was thanking all of those greedy boys now as his head rolled back and he moaned and whispered my name.
“Gemma, fuck it feels so good.” I loved his praise, and I felt full of pride as his cock swelled even bigger in my mouth. He was a grower, and his cock was going to do impressive damage to my little virgin pussy. It tingled with desire, as the aching throb of need blossomed at my bud.
Suddenly he nudged me. “Stand up; I want to get inside you.”
“Now? Here?” I panicked that the first time I’d envisioned would take place in his office over his desk and as he pulled me to my feet. “Wait.” I couldn’t let it happen like this.
He let out a long breath. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, Gemma. You’ve got me too worked up, there’s no going back.” His tone was so harsh that I knew with certainty that he meant it.
I put my head down and feared that he’d think the worst and not want someone as inexperienced as me. But I had to explain. “I wanted my first time to be special, is all.” My words registered on his face and he plopped down into his chair and covered his face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Your first time? Gemma, surely you’re not a virgin.” He glared at me shaking his head. “You’ve shown
up to work looking like sex incarnate, and you’re telling me, you haven’t even scratched the fucking surface of your sexual awakening yet?”
“I said I’ve saved it for you. After that night, I’ve never wanted to give it to anyone else. All this time, it’s been waiting for you. I wanted it then, Whitt, and I want it now.” I figured it was well past time I could call him by his first name, but that seemed to trigger something. His eyes flashed.
He shook his head. “I’m your boss among other things; this isn’t right. I can’t take that. What kind of dirt bag would I be if I fucked your virginity away? Your first time should be with someone special, someone who you think you’re in love with, that will make it magical and so precious that you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.” He turned his chair and reached for his pants, which were slung around his ankles, but I crawled into his lap.
“Stop! You can’t refuse me now. I want it. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Please.” The begging seemed to be his Kryptonite, so I said it a couple more times. “Please, Please, Whitt.”
His hard cock pressed into my leg. I slipped back down between them and took him into my mouth, still giving him the pleading eye.
He let out a long sigh and me by the look on his face; he was done fighting. “I’ve said too much to turn back now.” He brushed his fingers through my hair and watched as I sucked his cock nice and slow. Long upward strokes, and then I’d inch my way back down, slowly taking him into my throat.
“You really saved it for me?” he asked. I nodded with his cock in my mouth and felt the splash of his pre-come coating my tongue. It was delicious, and I loved that he leaked a lot. His balls were heavy, and I wondered just how long it had been since his last release. I wanted a monster load like he’d given the cook, and I wanted to taste every drop.
I pulled off and stroked his cock against my cheek to worship it. “I want you to fuck me like you fucked Felicity.”
His eyes lit up. “You dirty girl. You watched it all, didn’t you?” I had too, from the moment she undid his pants and sucked him, to the moment he came all over her tits while she lay spread beneath him across the bed.
I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of him. “Yes,” I said around his head which I’d put back in my mouth.
“Mm, I always wondered if you came to what you saw, or if the little wet spot was from playing with your pussy.” I nodded, and he smiled. “It felt good, didn’t it? That’s why you threw yourself at me like a wanton little slut. You wanted me to show you how to be one, didn’t you, Gemma?” The naughty things he said had me growing wetter by the minute, and I reached down and rubbed my pussy as I continued.
I licked his shaft up and down, and he smiled down at me as the phone rang.
“Sh.” He put his finger to his lip, and I kept sucking as he answered his phone. “Whitt Porter.” He had no idea who it would be, and as his face turned pale and he put his finger back to his lips to warn me, I knew it had to be someone important.
“Yes, Mary. She’s stepped out. Sure, you can bring it in.” I glanced up at him, and he gave me a wicked grin as he hung up the phone. Someone was going to come in, and now I’d have to stop and go back out to my office before we even got a chance to make plans.
I pulled off his cock, but he grabbed my head and held it before I could get away. “No, no. You’re not going anywhere. This will be your punishment for spying on Felicity and me all those years ago. I want you to keep very quiet under there and don’t stop.” He pulled his pants up from his ankles and left his cock out. Then he told me to continue as he stayed close to his desk to hide what was going on beneath it.
The door opened, and I was thankful that his desk went all the way to the floor. The space beneath it was rather large, and I had no problems sitting under it. I nursed his cock slowly and rubbed my pussy, which felt so good I had to stop to keep from moaning.
“Hello, Mary, let’s get you those signatures.” Whitt’s voice was as strong as ever, and you’d never know it that there was someone down below sucking his dick.
I heard the rustle of papers and my face burned thinking that she might hear the slurping noises and wonder what was going on. I tensed up as she spoke.
“Lovely plant, what kind is it? It’s so big!” Yes, it is, I thought as I held still, barely letting my mouth move.
“It’s an ivy of some sort; I’m not sure. I’m not really good with plants.”
“Are you feeling, well, Mr. Porter? Your face is a bit flushed.” Mary had so much concern in her voice that I worried she might come around the desk and try to tend to him. I wondered what she looked like and if she would be the type to snitch or the type to join in. I hoped we didn’t find out and knew if we got caught, I’d be the one with the terrible reputation. The office slut, which no one believed was actually a virgin.
I wasn’t sure Whitt had believed me.
I held him in my mouth, hoping that they wouldn’t take forever as Whitt responded, “No, I’ve had a bit of allergy is all.” Mary seemed content, and once their transaction was done, she wished him well, and the door closed.
He reached down and grabbed my head and pulled me down further onto him. “That was intense, Gemma. I could feel you tense up.” He chuckled and backed his chair out, and I crawled forward, keeping on him.
I gripped his balls and kneaded them in my hand as I worked him and he continued to make arrangements. “I think we should meet tomorrow night. I have plans tonight, and I can’t cancel, but I want us to have a special night; nothing rushed. Nice and slow.” I loved that he wanted to be gentle, but I wanted to be taken hard too. The best of both. I wanted it all.
I pulled off a little and spoke around his bell. “I’d love that.” I closed my mouth again, and this time I sucked him hard and stroked his base, bobbing my head with intent.
He pushed his hips forward and then warned me. “Gemma. I’m about to come.” I stopped moving and prepared myself for a mouthful, and he came faster than I expected. His come filled my mouth, overflowing a touch before I could gulp it down.
I licked the bit that I’d missed off of his shaft. “That’s my girl. Don’t spill a drop.” Pride filled me. I’d never been called someone’s girl before, and I had always wanted to be his special girl, even more, special that Lila, only in a different way.
“Get dressed. You need to get to work, and I have to get to a meeting.” I slowly pushed my shirt down and righted my clothes as he put his cock away and got dressed.
He pulled me close and wiped my lipstick with his thumb. “I can’t believe you saved it for me. Are you sure I’m worthy?”
“You’re the only one worthy.” He seemed to like the idea, but I could still see a bit of doubt in his eyes. “Promise me that you won’t back out?”
He kissed my forehead. “I promise.” He’d told me that he’d been waiting for this too and it was nice to know that he’d thought about me in the same way. It gave me validation that I hadn’t wasted all of this time waiting for him and that he was indeed worthy.
He gathered his things and got ready to go to his meeting, and I went back to my desk. I should have bought him a tie years ago.
I couldn’t believe I’d sucked his cock while Mary came into the office and it had to be the scariest moments since hiding in that closet four years earlier. I knew I’d always wonder if she could tell that something was going on. And if she’d put two and two together and figure out why Whitt was so flushed.
I had a feeling that things were going to pretty nice around the office, and I couldn’t wait to see what was to come after our special night together. I hoped that he would want to continue seeing me and start a relationship, and even though I’d dreamed of this time for years, I’d never been able to guess what Lila would think or if I’d lose her.
I didn’t think it was worth that, but I had to have him. I figured it was better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission.
Chapter 11
Whitt
After
Gemma had left my office, I’d had an internal battle. I wanted her, yes, and I was thankful she’d saved herself for me, but I couldn’t help be worried about Lila finding out.
I thought spending some time at the club with Dax would change things. Maybe give me some distance and help clear my mind so I could come to my senses. I was going to fuck Gemma—Gemma who I’d known since she was an awkward little girl of fifteen.
Lila had brought her home her freshman year, and I remember just being thankful that my daughter had met a new friend, someone who wouldn’t treat her differently or use her for her wealth. Gemma was sweet, funny and full of life, but there was nothing sexual about her at that age. Thinking back, I can’t even remember a time looking at her or thinking anything about her, not until that night after graduation when she spied on me. I wondered how long she’d thought about me if she’d ever slept beside Lila dreaming of fucking me.
My mind hadn’t left her since. Not even when Dax and I talked business.
I had him do some digging into Samantha’s claims. He was the only one I could trust.
“That chick at the next table is eye fucking you hard, man, and she’s a hot one. Why don’t you go over and get her number?” Dax raised his hand to call the waitress, and she nodded leaving to get him another vodka.
“I don’t know; I’ve got enough issues with the women already in my life.” I didn’t want to tell him about my date. I thought if he knew, he’d make stupid jokes and then I’d have to punch him.