by LK Collins
Merritt
“Good job getting the Serranos back,” my dad says, popping his head into my office. He’s in town for a few days, and I go to respond, but before I can…he’s gone. Obviously in a big hurry.
Checking the clock, I have ten minutes before my next meeting, and I haven’t talked to Quinn all day. We missed each other this morning, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Grabbing my cell phone, I get up and close my office door as I dial her number. Looking out at the water while the phone rings, I wish she were looking at it with me.
“Hey, this is Quinn, leave me a message.”
“Have I ever told you that you have the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard?” I smile thinking about it. “Anyways, I might have to keep calling your voicemail and jerk off. I miss you. Call me back, sexy.”
Hanging up. I look down at my hard shaft.
Seriously?
Now is not the time! “Mr. Smith,” Suzy chimes in through my phone. “Your four o’clock is in the conference room.”
Closing my eyes, I grab my suit coat and slide it on, but as soon as I do my phone rings. Across the screen is Quinn’s name and I answer it, not caring that I have clients waiting for me.
“Hi, babe!”
“Hey.” She’s quiet, and I worry something is wrong.
“Everything good?”
“Yeah, I’m just in the bathroom at work.”
“Are you now?” My cock stiffens all the way imagining her alone in a bathroom stall. “What are you wearing?”
“A tight blue dress.”
“Send me a picture,” I ask her and begin to rub my dick through my pants.
One comes through; damn, she is absolutely breathtaking. “God, I wish I was there to fuck you.”
“Me too.”
“Touch yourself,” I tell her and am rewarded with her sweet soft moans.
“Mr. Smith, I’m sorry to bother you again, but your father is requesting you begin the meeting,” Suzy chimes in through the phone system.
“It’s not even four yet,” I bark at Suzy.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Tell him I’ll be there at four.” Glancing at my computer, it’s 3:58. Quinn and I won’t have time to mess around now.
“You have to go?” she asks me.
“I do, I have a meeting. But I’m going to have my assistant give you access to my calendar. She’ll send you the link and tell you how to look at the schedule and see where I am, this way maybe we won’t miss each other so much, okay?”
“Okay,” she agrees, and I ask her, “What time will you be home tonight?”
“Around six.”
“Okay, I’ll call you then; make sure you’re naked.”
She giggles and I hate to end our call, but I have to. “Maybe just one more picture?” I ask her, and she says to me, “Bye, Merritt.” And hangs up as I watch the screen turn black. Then I head into the conference room, thankful that my cock isn’t hard anymore. Walking in, my father has already begun the meeting.
Fucking prick!
Like he really cares about punctuality. He doesn’t make it to half of the meetings he’s scheduled to attend. Shaking the clients’ hands, I sit down, and my dad just keeps yapping away, reading off whatever agenda was emailed to him. I doubt he even knows much about the deal.
My phone buzzes and I can’t stop myself from pulling it out. On the screen is another picture of Quinn. In this one she’s blowing me a kiss, her huge tits are straining the tight confines of her dress, and I’m tempted to fly there tonight, surprise her, and fuck her all night. Then leave on the first flight out of Denver in time to return here for another day at the good ol’ job.
“If there’s something more pressing, you need to attend to, Merritt, by all means, please do so.”
Peeved at my father for calling me out in front of potential clients, I say, “Thanks, we’ve got a hiccup with the Serrano deal. I think I’ll have to fly into Denver to handle it.”
Apologizing to the clients, I leave and tell Suzy to book me the first flight out of here into Denver. “Right away, sir.” She’s quick to respond, and I head into my office, making sure I’ve got everything covered for the rest of the day. Sitting at my desk, another picture comes through. Christ, this woman is killing me.
Texting her back, I tell her, You better stop with these pictures, or I’m gonna book a flight out there and take you hostage.
Another picture comes through, this one is of her cleavage, and Suzy chimes in. “Mr. Smith?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I can get you out on a red-eye tonight leaving here at 12:37am, when would you like to return?”
“Is that the soonest that you can find for the departure?”
“It is. With Thanksgiving coming up, it seems like everyone is already making travel plans.”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath and my dad barges in my office. “Let me get back to you,” I tell her.
“How come I was not aware that there was a problem with the Serrano deal?”
“It just came up, right before the meeting. That’s why I was late.” Even though I wasn’t actually late and there is no problem with the Serrano deal. Giving him a reason for not being there when he wanted me will make him happy.
“Can you fix it?”
“Of course I can.”
“Good.”
He walks off; my phone flooded with a ton of pictures from Quinn, and Suzy is looking at me from her desk across the building wanting to know if I want the flight booked or not. Fuck, this is all so much to handle. I’m not sure what to do. Should I go to Denver, when I won’t even get to her house until at least three in the morning? Or should I wait for her to come here this weekend?
Chapter 29
Quinn
It’s 6:15pm and my phone rings again. I hurry to finish up so I can leave and talk to Merritt. I don’t dare answer it now; ‘cause he’ll distract me and make me blush a shade of red I really don’t want anyone here to see.
“Night, Quinn,” my boss says walking out.
“Night,” I tell him and pack up my bag. Merritt calls me again, and I finally answer it, walking out.
“It’s 6:16, my dick is not happy with you right now.” I giggle and tell him, “Hello to you too.”
“Don’t be all nice and proper, this isn’t about a friendly exchange of words; this is about sex, baby.”
The elevator dings as it arrives on my floor and he says to me in an aggravated tone, “Are you still at work?”
“Maybe.” I push the lobby button and begin my ride down. He goes quiet and then my phone buzzes with a text. I look at the screen and see he sent me a picture.
Opening it up as I walk out into the bitter, cold night, I gasp at the sight of his rock hard dick, being clenched in the palm of his hand.
“Merritt?” I scold him.
“What? We had a date, and you’re late. So you better walk home super fucking fast.”
“I am.”
“But be safe, beautiful.”
I smile loving how he’s always looking out for me. “I miss you,” I tell him.
“Me too. How was your day?”
“Busy, but it flew by and kept my mind off you.”
“I wish I could say the same. I couldn’t shake you from my thoughts and then those pictures.”
“Sorry, I got a little carried away.”
“No, don’t apologize. I love them. You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”
Walking into my building, I have the biggest grin on my face. He always says the right things. “Thank you for saying that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“God, I wish I was there to fuck you.”
“I wish that too.” Opening the door to my condo, I can’t help but feel like maybe he’s lying and he’s here. He did say that if I didn’t stop with the pictures he was gonna fly out here, so it might have spurred me to snap a ton of them and flood his phone all day with them.
But looking arou
nd, my place is dark and quiet. Closing the door, I press my back to it, tears suddenly pricking the backs of my eyes. “You home yet?”
“Yeah, I just walked in.”
“Good! Get naked and text me a pic.”
Letting my coat and bag fall to the floor, I step out of my shoes and don’t know why I’m suddenly so damn emotional.
“Jesus, I’m hard for you.” Keeping my emotions in check because I don’t want him to think I’m crazy, I strip naked. “Where are you?” he asks me.
“In the living room. You?”
“I’m in my bed, imagining your soft lips around the head of my cock.”
Closing my eyes, I imagine that I’m there too. I can feel him inside my mouth; his hardness makes me so wet. Dragging my hand down my body, I spread open my pussy lips and gently rub small circles over my clit.
“God, you taste good,” I tell him.
“You like me stuffing your mouth full?”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“I am.”
“Send me a picture.”
I snap one of my body and send it to him. He groans when it comes through. “Finger yourself and imagine I’m inside you.”
“Keep talking.”
“I’m going to fuck you, okay?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Can you feel the head of my dick as I rub it all over your sloppy pussy?”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Please, I want you inside me now.”
“I’m gonna go slow so you can feel every inch of me, okay?”
And with those words I sink two fingers inside of myself, moaning from the fullness. “That’s it, take all of me like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” I cry out, fingering myself in a way I never have before.
“You’re dirty, aren’t you?” he asks me.
“I am.”
“You like being fucked?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good, now slip your pinky into your ass. I’m gonna fuck it hard this weekend.”
I stop for a moment, never having had anal sex before, but Merritt has me so horny right now that I listen to him and as I use my pinky, a sensation reverberates from deep within my body. “Oh, God,” I cry out, stroking myself and he says to me, “Are you close?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now go faster and come hard.”
My body is smashed down into my couch; my legs spread wide, and my fingers have me so close to letting go, but I fight it, the sensation of teetering on the edge is so good.
Then he grunts fiercely, obviously coming and that’s my undoing. I shake from head to toe, screaming for mercy, for him to stop, to give me a break. “Yes, baby, let go,” he orders me, and once my body settles, I realize it was me all along. His smooth voice coaxed me on, but I was in control and could’ve stopped. Removing my fingers from inside myself, I scoot up and pull a blanket from over the back of the couch and cover up my naked body.
“God, that was good. You’re so sexy.”
“It was. Thank you.”
“Of course. So you gonna let me fuck your ass this weekend?”
“Maybe. Will it hurt?”
“Well, that’s up to you. If you try hard enough, you can always find pleasure in the pain.”
“Would it make you happy?”
“It would. I want to have you in every way imaginable.”
His statement echoes deep within me. I love the raw honesty that he always shares with me. He’s never tried to hide it, and I admire that.
Chapter 30
Merritt
As the plane makes it descent into Denver, I’m anxious to get to Quinn. It’s dark as hell out, and I can’t wait to surprise her, to sneak into her apartment and slide into her bed. I just want to fuck her all night long.
“Flight attendants, please prepare for landing,” the pilot says over the intercom, and I close my eyes, loving how I’m always rewarded with the memories of her.
As the plane gets lower and lower to the ground, the pressure changes and I have to keep popping my ears. But something goes wrong; the pressure drops completely, and the oxygen bags fall from the ceiling. The passengers all begin to panic, screaming and trembling to get their masks on.
I gasp for air reaching for mine, but it’s too far away. Everything around me silences and I close my eyes falling from the sky…
…Sitting up in my bed, I’m out of breath. Fuck, it was just a dream. It was only a dream.
It’s 12:37, the time my flight would have departed for Denver, and I can’t deny that I’m a little pissed at myself for not going. Every night I’ve woken up at this same time missing Quinn. My brain sending myself a subliminal “fuck you.”
Sitting up, I rub my face and look out at the water; it’s smooth as glass. Thank God it’s Friday. I don’t think I can take another night of sleep like this. Quinn will be here by the end of the day.
Grabbing my phone, I’m tempted to text her, but don’t want to wake her.
Lying back down, I close my eyes, hoping I can fall asleep…but I can’t.
So I decide to go into the office and get a jump on my day. The sooner I’m done, the sooner she’ll be here.
After showering and dressing, I make the short commute into the office. It’s pitch dark out. I park and head in, the alarm that typically sounds when I enter through the front door is off.
That’s strange.
Flipping on a few lights, I look around but don’t spot anyone. Then I hear a woman’s voice and spot my father’s light on. Shit, is he still here? He was supposed to fly home, or so I thought.
Walking down the hall, I keep my feet light and stop, listening to them for a moment. They aren’t talking, and I have to look. Trust me; I don’t want to, but I have to know what’s going on and who he’s with.
I don’t think he’s dated anyone since my mom. Glancing in, he’s on the sofa in his office, the woman is straddling his lap as they are making out.
Jesus, this is gross.
I try and figure out who she is, and then I notice her sweater next to them and remember it from a meeting today. It’s one of our interns. Ah, fuck!
Quietly I back up before either of them spots me and head out of the building. Bile is in the back of my throat, seeing someone so young with my father. She’s half his age! What is she thinking and how did I not have any idea this was going on?
Getting in my car, I call Quinn. She answers half asleep, “Is everything okay?”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot the time. Call me in the morning, when you’re up.”
“No, I want to hear your voice. What are you doing awake?”
“You don’t want to know.”
She pauses and then says, “Should I be worried?”
I chuckle and look out my windshield. “No, nothing to worry about, beautiful.”
“Come on; you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night and not tell me.”
Starting my car, I drive back home. “I couldn’t sleep, so I went into work and…I caught my dad with…” I trail off, not even able to speak the words.
“With?” she probes further.
“With one of our interns. She’s like half his age. I’m still trying to process it all. For fuck’s sake…how did I not know?”
“Because they didn’t want you to.”
“But he’s old enough to be her father; that’s just gross.”
“Remember what you told me when we met?”
“No.”
“You said, ‘Everyone fucks.’”
“Okay, that’s enough. This is my dad we’re talking about. Thank God I didn’t walk in on that.”
She laughs at me and asks me, “Why are you at work in the middle of the night anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I was trying to get a head start since you’re coming tonight.”
“Mmmmhhh, I can’t wait,” she tells me. “But I think I might be ge
tting sick.”
“What? No, don’t say that.”
“Trust me; I wish I wasn’t…but I don’t feel well at all.”
“Call in to work and hop an earlier flight. I’ll work from home today and take care of you.”
“That sounds really nice.”
“Then do it.”
“Can I ask you something, Merritt?”
“Of course.” Pulling back up to my house, I head around back and sit on the deck, enjoying the view.
“How are we going to make this work long-term? It seems we can’t bear to be apart and we’re not even together. That’s not going to get any easier.”
I think about her question, and I’m not sure how to answer her. I don’t know how we got wrapped up the way we did…but here we are. I don’t usually think that far ahead…I’m a live-in-the-moment kinda guy. But with Quinn, I feel like I have to think further and prepare for more than just looking forward to what the weekend holds.
Chapter 31
Quinn
Looking through the crowds of people at the airport, I can’t spot Merritt. He said he’d meet me right when I got through security, but I don’t see him. I hope he didn’t get caught up at work. Pulling out my phone to call him, I’m startled as he grabs me from behind. “Gotcha!”
“Hiiii!” I cling to him, breathing him in, holding on to his arms.
“How are you feeling?” he nuzzles my neck, and I turn around.
“Better,” I tell him, and he kisses me hard. We both get lost in the moment, forgetting that we are standing in the middle of the airport. His cock is growing, and I’m aware neither of us has the best self-control when it comes to keeping ourselves appropriate in public.
Slowing the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine and says, “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Me too, thank you for having me. You look really fucking hot.”
“You like me in a suit, don’t ya?”
I nod, and he takes my bag from my shoulder and wraps his hand around mine. He keeps looking down at me like he can’t get enough and my heart flutters.
“If I don’t let you go back home, is that a problem?” I roll my eyes at him, and he says, “What? I’m just being honest.”
We exit the airport, and the warm air is a refreshing feeling. “Oh my God, it feels amazing.”