Her Savior

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Oh almost certainly,” he said. “And they can all wait.” He moved in to kiss me again, and I was reminded of the first night I met him, seeing him lecture and how knowledgeable he had been, how his energy and charisma had been palpable in the room to not just me, but to every woman there.

  He pressed me against the desk, and I breathed in his power. He was so strong, his arms around me, and I realized that, though he was definitely the source of a lot of my problems, it was only in his arms that I felt completely safe. I pressed my hands to his broad chest and felt his energy surge into me, a one track shot straight to the space between my legs. He lifted me gently and set me on the desk, then pulled away from me as he pulled my shirt off over my head. He leaned in and kissed my neck as he removed my bra. Once free, my breasts seemed to move toward him, my nipples erect and hard, wanting his touch, his lips on them. He cupped my breasts in both his hands and sighed.

  “You’re so beautiful, Becka,” he whispered. “So incredibly beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed my breasts, swirling his tongue around the flesh, drawing closer to my nipples. His hot breath teased me and I moaned, begging him to come closer, to stop teasing me.

  He pulled back and I took that opportunity to stand up, to move against him. I leaned into him and began to slowly loosen his tie. I gazed into his eyes, feeling incredibly erotic as I playfully removed his tie and set it on the desk, then I turned back and began to undo his shirt one button at a time. I pulled his shirt off and began to run my hands along his chest. His muscles rippled under my touch, and I pressed my breasts to his bare chest. His cock was hard; I could feel it through his pants as I held myself against him.

  “You’re hard,” I said.

  “You’re touching me,” he replied. “Of course I’m turned on. I’m turned on any time you’re in a room with me.” He traced his index finger along the line of my jaw. “You know that,” he whispered.

  I undid his belt while I looked into his eyes, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I got to my knees and pulled his boxers down, taking in the sight of his full, enormous cock just inches from my mouth. His sack was hard, his testicles straining against the skin, and I cupped his balls in one hand and began to suck on his penis as I stroked his shaft with my other hand.

  He groaned and I felt his knees give just a bit; he reached out to support himself with the desk. I lifted my head to kiss his belly, at the same time rubbing my breasts against his cock. I squeezed my breasts together over his cock and he began to move toward me and away from me, the tight skin of his shaft moving between my breasts.

  “Fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned.

  I returned my mouth to his cock and began to suck the sensitive tip, red and glistening in the light of his office. I swirled my tongue around, faster and faster, feeling myself get more and more aroused with the action of my mouth. He put his hands to the back of my head and guided my pace; I let him, my head bobbing forward and back as I sucked him hard.

  He let out a sudden moan and pulled me back, lifted me to standing. He quickly undid my pants and let them drop to the floor. I’d worn my normal girl underwear instead of my sexy girlfriend underwear, and I was immediately conscious and sensitive about the black lycra panties I was wearing. He didn’t even glance at them as he pulled them off. He turned me around and I leaned on the desk, my bare ass facing him. He put his hand on my back, pressing into me, then he found my labia with his fingers. He slid two inside of me and I moaned, the pleasure of him inside of me as he bent me over his desk was more than I could have ever imagined.

  “I want you in me,” I said, my voice muffled by my hair.

  “You’re so ready,” he said. “So wet…” He pulled his fingers out and slid his cock into me. The fullness of him was a dessert to my entire body, and I pressed my hips backward, taking him in even deeper. We moved together, him thrusting against me. My arms were pressing into the desk and I used that resistance to press back against him.

  I felt my orgasm pressing in and I increased my speed, feeling his hips slapping against my thighs as he thrust, the friction grabbing onto my clit both directions and pushing me over the edge.

  “Oh my god,” I cried out, squeezing my hands into fists. The sensation was incredible, feeling weight both above me and below me as the waves of my climax rushed through my entire body. I felt light headed and overly present, all in the same moment.

  “Ah, fuck,” Oliver moaned as he came, his cum pouring into me, hot liquid energy. He kept his hand on my lower back as he finished with a few final thrusts, then he gently drew back. I laid my forehead onto my forearm on his desk, not moving, feeling the cool air of the office move over my exposed lower body.

  “I’m not sure I can move,” I said, giggling. “That was…”

  “That was the most amazing make up sex I’ve ever had in my life,” he said, reading my mind.

  “Me too,” I said, getting shakily to my feet. “I may have messed up some of your paperwork; sorry about that.”

  I felt euphoric as I dressed. I returned to my desk and turned on my computer. I checked Oliver’s calendar and his schedule, then I opened my school email account.

  I had six emails from Ethan. All of them were asking, with greater insistence, for me to contact him. I highlighted the group of them and hovered over the delete button, but I couldn’t do it. I hadn’t responded to his texts or his voicemails. I knew that I shouldn’t have even come into work. Now that I was coming back into my own senses, I knew that to be true. I needed to be away from both Ethan and Oliver, obviously, because Oliver’s hold on me was too strong. I worried about what would happen if I agreed to meet with Ethan. I shook my head and stood up. I left a note on Oliver’s door saying that I had left for an early lunch and I wouldn’t be in the rest of the week. I left the office, changed back into my biking clothes, and biked home.

  I spent the day on my computer doing research, still coming up with a frustrating lack of information. The afternoon passed by quickly in spite of my lack of progress, and when the door opened, I looked up in surprise.

  “Pack your bags, girlie,” Lisa burst into the living room grinning. “We’re going away for a long weekend!”

  “What are you talking about?” I looked at her as she held up her keys.

  “The car is gassed up and there’s a cooler of booze and snacks in the truck. We’re going to pack overnight bags and head over to Rockell for the weekend. Go pack your bag.” Without waiting for an answer, she ran to her bedroom. I could hear her singing as she packed.

  “Okay,” I said to the empty room. “I guess I’m going on a long weekend.”

  I walked into my room and grabbed my bag. Rockell was a town about three hours away. It was a resort town and it was known as a big weekend party when it was tourist season, which it definitely was. I had no idea how Lisa had managed to book a place on such short notice, but that was part of why being friend with Lisa was so exciting; she made things happen.

  I threw in a pair of jeans, a dress, and a sweatshirt and leggings. If we were only going for a few days, I didn’t need a lot. I added in two other skirts and shirts to wear with them, and I threw in some cute underwear. “Not that you’ll need it,” I told myself. Last, I threw in my bikini.

  “Are you ready?” Lisa called. She had packed in record time and stood waiting in the living room.

  “Almost, jeez, you’re the fastest packer on the planet.” I walked into my bathroom and grabbed my hair dryer, curling iron, make up, and tooth brush. “I’m ready,” I said, tossing my toothpaste into my bag as I walked into the living room. “Thanks for arranging this,” I said.

  She hugged me. “I know you’ve been having a rough time, from all sides. I thought it would be good to get away from the humans and the computers alike. And, I’m taking your phone as soon as we get into the car and not giving it back to you until Sunday night.”

  “That’s not necessary, Mom,” I laughed. “I’ll turn it off, I promise.”

  We tur
ned off the lights and locked our door, then raced each other down the stairs to Lisa’s car. As we drove to Rockell, I filled her in on my morning with Oliver.

  “He’s completely irresistible to you. Not that I blame you, but damn. The dude has power.”

  He certainly did, and I wondered how he had reacted when he saw my note. He hadn’t called; I’d checked my phone before Lisa watched me turn it off and put it into my purse. I made a promise to myself that I would not think of Oliver, Ethan, or any of the mess with the looming investigation as long as I was on vacation. Monday would come soon enough, and I would deal with it then.

  The drive went quickly; we missed most of the traffic because we left so early. When we got to our resort, Lisa went to check us in while I stayed in the car. I listened to the radio and looked at my phone, wondering if I had enough time to turn it on and check my messages before Lisa came back. I didn’t, because she was back before I’d officially decided to even turn it on.

  “Okay, we’re all set!” she said. “I got us the best room.” She drove us around the corner and parked in front of cabin 11. When we walked in, I grinned. It was a two bedroom deluxe cabin with a huge kitchen and living room, overlooking the woods behind us.

  “This is bigger than our apartment!” I said. “How’d you pull this off?”

  “I called in a favor,” she said simply. “No worries. Let’s get unpacked and then tonight we can hit the bar.”

  It sounded like an excellent idea to me. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the bag of food we’d brought and poured us both a glass.

  “Let’s get this party started!” I said.

  ***

  We walked into the bar and looked around; the place was packed with people already, and Lisa grinned.

  “Outstanding,” she said, nudging me and nodding toward a group of guys that looked to be our age. “This is going to be a great night.”

  We’d dressed for a night out, both of us having the same idea. I was wearing a short black skirt that hung loose around my thighs, a white tank top, and silver sandals with a heel high enough to lengthen my legs but short enough to dance in. I’d done my hair and make up and, as we slid into our seats at the bar, I had to admit it: it felt really great to be out of town.

  It didn’t take long for us to start getting attention from the single men in the bar. Lisa and I had a few drinks, then got out on the dance floor and began to move. We danced with the group of guys Lisa had spotted when we first came into the bar. They were having a bachelor party weekend and the groom, Darren, had invited not just his groomsmen but some of his best friends along. All told there were twenty guys in their group. All of them were absolutely hot.

  Lisa and I danced together and we danced with the guys. As I moved, I felt more and more relaxed and free. One of Darren’s friends that Lisa was particularly into, Dex, offered to buy us all a round of shots, and that was quickly followed up by another guy, Wesley, saying that shot was no good and he was going to show us what a real round of shots looked like.

  And, he was right. The second shot, a purple nipple, was the best drink I’d ever had in my life. I had no idea what was in it, and I didn’t care, I just wanted more.

  “I’m gonna get another one of those,” I said to Lisa. “You want one?” I could hear my voice slurring just a bit, but I didn’t feel drunk. I blamed it on having to yell over the music and voices, both of which had grown loud in the bar.

  “Definitely! Get one for Dex, too,” she said.

  “I got this round, ladies,” Dex said, coming up and putting his arm around Lisa. “I’m a gentleman; I’d never let you pay for a round of drinks.” He nodded toward the bartender. “Just put it on our tab,” he said.

  He leaned down and whispered something in Lisa’s ear. She closed her eyes and giggled, then swatted at him.

  “You’re terrible!” she said. She looked at me. I was trying to cover the pang of jealousy I felt at their connection. “Hey,” she looked at Dex. “Go get Andy. I think he and Becka would have a lot in common, don’t you?”

  I wasn’t having a lot of success keeping Oliver out of my mind. This wasn’t really the type of place he would hang out, so I wasn’t thinking of him there with me. Rather, I was thinking about what we might be doing instead of being here.

  “Are you having fun?” Lisa shouted over the noise.

  “I am!” I said, trying to sound convincing.

  “Isn’t Dex awesome? He’s so hot!” She giggled and hugged me. “His friend Andy is super hot, too; maybe we can both get lucky tonight!”

  That idea had never even occurred to me, and I realized how hooked on Oliver I was. Though we were “over” for the time being, I realized I wasn’t here looking for action for myself; I was only here to be Lisa’s wingman. The idea of being with someone else felt a little bit like cheating on Oliver. But, obviously it wasn’t, and when Dex and Andy came back, I tried to look at him with different eyes. He was extremely good looking. He had a muscular build, light blond hair offset with tan skin, and brown eyes. I smiled and hugged him hello.

  We danced and drank all night long. Lisa and I made our way back to our cabin at nearly four o’clock in the morning, laughing, drunk, and exhausted. In spite of that, we stayed up another two hours talking and sharing the remainder of the wine we’d opened when we’d arrived.

  I finally went to sleep at six, and I slept until nearly eleven. When I woke up, I was thirsty and a bit nauseous, but I wasn’t nearly as hungover as I’d expected to be. I sat up slowly and took a few sips of water and made my way to the kitchen to make coffee.

  Lisa appeared about ten minutes after the smell of coffee had filled the cabin. She looked the same as I did, and we spent the remainder of the morning drinking coffee and planning our day. She had exchanged numbers with Dex and texted him to see what he and the rest of the bachelor party were up to. He responded right away saying they were going golfing and then would be at the same bar we’d been at the night before, and he was hoping we’d be there as well.

  “Okay, so that takes care of our evening plans,” she said with a sly smile.

  I laughed. “Indeed it does.” I had decided I would play along with Andy, for Lisa’s benefit, but I wasn’t ready to sleep with him. I told her as much.

  “Oh that’s okay, honey, I don’t expect you to!” Her eyes widened as she looked at me. “I know it’s too soon; I just didn’t want you to feel like a third wheel while I put my moves on Dex.” She leaned over and hugged me.

  Once again, I was reminded about why I loved Lisa so much and why she was more like a sister to me than my best friend. She knew me as well as I knew myself.

  “Well,” I said, smiling as we pulled apart, “what should we do today while your Romeo is golfing?”

  Shopping seemed to be the obvious answer. Rockell had a great main street, very quaint with fun candy shops and boutiques. We ran into some of the same people we’d seen at the bar the night before, and ended up having lunch with some of the other women at a coffee shop in town.

  “What are you wearing tonight?” I asked Lisa. “Do you want to buy something here?” I saw the gleam in her eyes and knew I’d hit the right note. Lisa loved buying clothes almost more than anything else in the world, and, though she needed no excuse to buy a new outfit, the fact that she actually had an excuse today would likely inspire a small shopping spree.

  “I think I absolutely need to buy something here.” We finished lunch and said goodbye to the other women, all agreeing we would likely meet again at the bar that night. Lisa and I walked down the street and ducked into one of the first boutiques we saw.

  It was a higher end boutique, with beautiful, luxurious clothes. I tried on a dress that Lisa insisted I buy. It was a rust color, halter top style with a flowing skirt that came to just below my knees. The halter top showed off my back and shoulders, while also accentuating my breasts.

  “You absolutely have to wear that tonight!” she said. “The guys will be falling all over themselv
es to get to you. On second thought, I forbid you to wear it tonight—or at least around Dex.” She grinned evilly and I laughed.

  “I will probably save this one for home,” I said. “I don’t want any of those rowdy bachelor party boys spilling their beer on me.” Which had happened the night before—twice—in all of the dancing madness.

  “Well, that means you need to buy something else!” She went off to find me something cute to wear, and I thought about my phone, still turned off and in my nightstand drawer back at the cabin. I perused the clothes and had picked out a sweater I thought would be really flattering when Lisa came up with a pair of jeans and a tank top she insisted I try on.

  “This will be perfect for tonight,” she said. And it was. The jeans actually fit; I thought about the possibility I was maybe losing weight after my recent trouble with Oliver—a reminder to eat more dessert at dinner tonight. And the tank top was a dark burgundy, a color that was flattering against my hair and eyes.

  I modeled it for Lisa and she approved… then we went in search of outfits for her. She didn’t need my help in the same way I needed hers; she picked out all of the things she wanted to try on, and then she did a fashion show for me where I approved or vetoed her selections. Of course she looked amazing in basically anything, so she ended up buying a lot of clothes.

  When we left the boutique with our bags, we knew we needed to head back to the cabin so we didn’t have to carry things around with us.

  “Should we grab some stuff for happy hour?” I asked. “We have enough booze, but maybe we should get some food. Create a base, you know?”

  Lisa agreed, and we stopped off for some snacks before heading back to the cabin. When we got back, it was late afternoon and we both agreed it was the perfect time to start happy hour. Lisa started a round of cocktails and I went to my room, making an excuse that I wanted to freshen up. Really, I wanted to check my phone. I took it out of my drawer and looked at it, daring myself to turn it on. I had no reason to think that either Oliver or Ethan would have reached out to contact me… I was just hoping they had. And, I realized, I was hoping for both of them… Ethan too. I sighed and put my phone back in the drawer. Maybe I did need to sleep with Andy tonight. Maybe I just needed a push to get Oliver and Ethan out of my system.