by Vivien Vale
Her hands move, and she’s feeling herself. I can see her running her hand over her tits. It’s so hot when she touches herself. Women have very little self-esteem these days, and with Kylie touching herself like that I get the idea that she’s happy with her body, that she loves herself in a way that is healthy.
Her one arm stays bent, I guess her hand is still on her tit, but the other moves, and I picture her sliding it down her body again. I have more than enough imagery to fall back on after watching her play with herself, touching herself, feeling herself. I imagine she pushes her fingers into her slit and right after I do, I can feel her at the base of my cock where I’m sliding into her, with her fingers fluttering lightly over my balls. She touches me and I shiver. She starts moaning louder, and I know she’s playing with herself.
Her fucking becomes a little more rhythmic than it was and her moans become a little breathy. Her body convulses on mine, waves of pleasure coursing through her, clamping down on me now and then as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. God, yes. When she orgasms on top of me it takes so much for me to control myself. But I’m not going to come, I tell myself. Not yet.
She rocks harder and faster. Her moans have disappeared, and she only breathes hard now, as if it’s too much effort for her to concentrate on her orgasm and moan so loudly at the same time.
I feel it when her orgasm takes off. Her body spasms, and she cries out sharply before she clamps down on me, her walls clenching me. I shudder, holding back my own orgasm. She curls inward, her hair falling over her shoulders and around her face and I feel her body contracting and releasing, contracting and releasing until the orgasm finally subsides.
When she leans far enough forward that she needs to brace herself with her arms, I gently take her arm and guide her off me. She sits cross-legged on the bed next to me, spent. Her eyes are glazed when she looks at me, and she has a satisfied grin on her face. I want to come, still. I want to explode inside of her, but not in her pussy.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and gently pull her face down to my cock. It lies thick and erect against my lower abdomen. I can smell our sex hanging in the room, and I know what’s waiting for her when she closes her mouth around my cock. The thought of her having the taste of both our sex in her mouth is orgasmic all by itself.
I keep my hand behind her neck and guide her as she starts bobbing her head. She slides her mouth over my cock, and I imagine what she’s tasting, how much of our sex together she’s picking up.
She moans a little muffled around my cock, and I know she’s not unhappy.
“I want to come in your mouth,” I tell her.
In response, she starts moving her head up and down my cock, sliding me in and out of her mouth faster and faster. She’s fantastic with her tongue, sliding it around my shaft when she pulls out every time. Her mouth is hot, and it’s a very close second to sex. She’s fucking good at it.
Some women are gifted with the ability to provide extreme pleasure with their mouths. You can give a million blowjobs, but if you have that extra talent, the others can’t compare.
I don’t have time to think about much else. Kylie wraps her hand around my balls and squeezes lightly – it doesn’t hurt, but it’s enough to remind my cock what it’s here to do. I can feel myself hardening, growing bigger as she fucks me with her mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the feeling of her hot mouth around my cock. The muscles in my stomach contract, and I twitch involuntarily.
A moment later, the orgasm rips through me, and I let it go. I spasm and jerk, releasing hot cum into her mouth. The moment I do she slows her movement and sucks me off languidly, careful not to suck on the tip where it gets so very sensitive. She milks me with her sucking, and it feels like I’m pumping cum into her forever before it finally stops.
I breathe hard, coming back to my senses. She slides me out of her mouth and looks up at me. She flashes me a smile before she gets up and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. It doesn’t take long, and then she’s back.
I don’t ask her what she did – if she spit it out or cleaned herself up – because she crawls back onto the bed and nestles herself into the crook of my arm. I hold onto her, and she lies on my chest. Her tits are soft and sizable when she presses them against me, and her hair is on my shoulder and my neck. For a moment, I think about how she fits into the curve of my body perfectly, complimenting me, but I push it away.
“You’re fantastic,” I say to her.
She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.
“You’re pretty good yourself.”
We lie together in silence. I’m still buzzing after my orgasm, after the mind-blowing sex we had. She’s quiet next to me except for a contented sigh.
This feels right, having her next to me in my bed.
When I turn my head a little and glance at her, she has a frown on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She shakes her head on my shoulder.
“Come on, tell me,” I say. “We just had the best sex ever. You should be basking in the afterglow.”
She rolls onto her back. Her head is still on my arm, her side pressed tightly against mine, but I’ve lost a little bit of her. I’m fairly certain she’s questioning what’s going on. That was fucking amazing. There’s no way she didn’t feel it too. And for her to be keeping the kind of secret she is from me, even if I don’t fully understand it? Well, it can’t be easy.
“I’m worried about this,” she says. “I’m scared this will come out at work.” So she decides to fall back on that?
I sigh. “I hoped that if we bring it here, to my place, you won’t worry about it anymore. We both want each other, sex is natural. There’s no reason why we shouldn’t do this.”
She shakes her head. “That’s fine logic, Wes, except there is a rule at RidgeCo about not fraternizing with your co-worker. And no matter where we do it, how far away we get from the office, as long as we work there the rule applies.”
I nod. I know she’s right.
“Look, sweetheart, I’m not going to tell anyone. You know that, right?”
She nods. “I’m not worried about you telling anyone,” she says. “But someone like Leon might say something.”
Just the mention of him sets me on edge. I turn my face to her. “Did he say something to you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I overheard your conversation with him the other day, though. He’s not very happy.”
“He doesn’t know. You know that, right?”
She nods. “I figured he can’t know anything, but he hates me as it is, and it can still turn ugly if he spreads rumors that turn out to be true. I don’t know what it is, but I get a funny feeling about that guy. Something isn’t right.”
I nod. I understand what she’s saying. I’m unhappy that it’s an issue so soon after we have sex, that I can’t relish in the pleasure of it, but she’s right. It can get ugly. Especially when I suspect she’s right about Leon—there’s more to his story.
“Well, then we just make sure there’s nothing for him to point to about our behavior. Let’s lay down some ground rules.”
She smiles. “You’re making rules?”
I nod. “So, we both know where we stand. And you said so yourself. You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you, too. I’m sure you’ve noticed. So instead of putting ourselves in a difficult place by denying what we both want, we’ll do it where it won’t hurt us.”
“Nothing at the office,” she says. “Not even casual friendship. Strictly business.”
“Right,” I say. “And nothing in public, either. Even if we’re away from the office. We’ll meet up only at my place. No one will know. No one will be able to guess because there will be nothing.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“Does that help?” I ask. I can tell how tense she is about this. I know she’s worried about losing her job after she told me a bit of what her life was life. I have never known a life wit
hout security and money. Even my job was certain from the start because of who my dad is and what kind of influence he has over the company. He’s good friends with the owner. I was going to get this job from the start.
I pull Kylie back onto my chest and kiss her forehead. I want to lie with her a little bit and not think about anything important. I want to relish in the sex we’ve had.
“Can I ask you something?” she asks.
I close my eyes for a moment. She thinks a lot. I don’t want to discuss everything, but I will indulge her because she is a woman and women need to talk. And I don’t want her to think that only her body matters to me and not what’s on her mind.
“Of course,” I say.
“Why did you hire me?”
Right. The other thing Leon mentioned.
I open my eyes again and look at her. Her eyes are impossibly big when she looks up at me, and I see more worry on her face.
“I hired you because you have an MBA, a qualification that means you’re great in this position. You’re intelligent, hard-working and willing to learn.”
She hesitates, and for the briefest of moments I wonder if she’s aware that I know what she’s up to. Or what she was up to because I’m not so sure she is anymore. Not after everything we just shared. That’s what I’m hoping, anyway.
“Look, Kylie, you’re beautiful. There’s no doubt about that. You’re sexy even when you’re not trying to be. But I needed someone who could do the job when I looked for someone to hire, and you fit the bill because your skillset is what I need. I didn’t hire you because you’re a pretty face.” I kiss her on the lips. “Your beautiful face is a total bonus of course, and the fact that you’re great in bed. But for my company, that wasn’t what it was about.”
She nods, slowly. “Leon just gets to me, sometimes,” she says. “He’s difficult to handle.”
I nod. “He is. He’s a difficult character to start off with, but he’s struggling with some personal things, and it makes him worse.”
She sighs. I know that I shouldn’t allow it to affect everyone the way it does but my conscience rides me about this one. Not everyone has as much money as I do, and I know Leon has a long road of bills ahead when they start chemo.
Kylie kisses me, and she pushes every thought out of my mind. She meets my tongue with her own, and for a moment we’re pressed together, making out. When she breaks the kiss, she touches my cheek.
“I have to get going,” she says.
She doesn’t offer to stay the night. She doesn’t ask if she can. She gets off the bed and starts getting dressed. It doesn’t take her long to pull on her clothes – with no underwear and only a t-shirt and slacks she’s done in no time.
I walk her to the door. She gives me a chaste kiss on the lips before she walks out.
“I’ll see you at the office,” she says over her shoulder before she disappears into the night.
Kylie
On Thursday, I’m in the meeting room with Leon and Clive. Clive is on my team, another manager of sorts. His hair is so dark it looks black, and he has tanned skin from spending a lot of time in the sun. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows; he’s lost his tie, and the top button of his shirt is undone. Clive’s arms are folded across his chest, and he looks bored or irritated. Or both.
Leon is bent over my files. He braces himself on the table, and he has a permanent scowl on his face. He frowns a lot, I realize. Deep frown marks are imbedded between his brows.
“I don’t like it,” Leon says. “This is not going to work.”
I am about ready to give up. Really, I just want to scream. Leon doesn’t like anything I do, no matter what it is. I’ve redone the plans for him twice.
“What is it that you don’t like?” I ask. “Maybe if you show me exactly, I can only fix that part instead of doing the whole thing again another time.”
Leon shakes his head. “You can’t take shortcuts in this job, Jordan.”
He always refers to me by my last name, like I’m some dude he can’t stand. I sigh.
“I’m not taking shortcuts. I’m trying to jump through hoops to make you happy, but that’s damn near impossible.”
He looks up at me. I can only hold back for so long. Leon is a pain in my ass, and he’s out to make life difficult for me. We’ve been arguing about these plans for the past two hours, now, and that’s after I’ve redone them for him. Again.
“You better watch yourself, missy,” he says. “I’ve been here a lot longer than you. If I tell you it’s not working, you better believe I know what I’m talking about.”
I glance at Clive. He shrugs at me and shakes his head. I’m a little irritated with him that he won’t step in and say something to defend me, but a part of me doesn’t blame him. If I had a choice to stay out of Leon’s way, I would do the same.
“So, what now?” I ask Leon. “What is it that you want me to do?”
Leon sighs, exasperated. “Well, telling you again is pointless, isn’t it? I’ve already tried twice, and you don’t seem to get what it is I’m saying.”
He’s making me sound like I’m stupid. I’m getting angry. My throat is tight, and my eyes sting, and I realize I want to cry.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry I will myself. That’s the last thing on earth that I want to do. I’m not going to give Leon the satisfaction.
“Your ideas aren’t what I’m looking for at all. They were incorrect from the start,” Leon says. “I don’t know how you’re planning on moving forward with this project when the basics are all wrong. I asked for a project manager. I was expecting someone who knew how to do the job, not some incompetent receptionist who’s more concerned with looking good for her boss than doing her job.”
Every insult hits me like a physical punch. He’s breaking me down as a person, and I don’t appreciate it. I don’t know what to do. I want to fight with him but I’m new, and he’s my superior. Clive stands on the other side of the table, not saying anything, and I wish he would stick up for me for once.
“I’m going to step outside for some air,” I say. “We can continue this in fifteen minutes.”
Leon shakes his head. “No, you can go back to your desk and find something else to do. I’ll sort out this mess and do your job. Don’t bother coming back to sort this out. I’ve got it.”
I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. I’m not going to cry. I won’t.
I leave the meeting room and walk toward the sliding door that opens onto the smoker’s area. I don’t smoke, but I need to get some air to breathe. I feel like the walls are closing in on me, squashing me out of existence.
When I’m outside the chilly breeze is sobering, and I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to deal with Leon. I work hard, and I put everything I have into this.
I don’t know how long I’m outside. I don’t want to go back inside if I’m honest. Maybe I wasn’t the best candidate for the job. Leon makes it so clear that I don’t know what I’m doing and I am in over my head. It’s only been two weeks since I started, but I can’t seem to find the right stride, and I’m starting to doubt myself.
It’s just because of what Leon said, I tell myself. He was rude and mean. When I have to interact with him, I feel despondent about my job. I feel like all my hard work means nothing. It’s funny, when I first got the promotion, all I could think about was how this put me one step closer to finding a way to bring RidgeCo down, to get back at the owner for ruining my family. But somewhere along the way I really started caring about the job and the projects. They mean something to me. With everything going on with Wes, part of me just wants to throw my whole plan out the window and be exactly the woman he thinks I am.
But I can’t run away from this. I must keep pushing through. I take a deep breath and hold it for three seconds. I need to get through this. I only allow myself a little bit of time to fall apart, and then I pull myself together and walk back inside.
When I walk in through the sliding doors, Wes comes from somewhere down the corridor. He glances at me. I look away. We said we would be strictly professional in public, and I’m not in a professional mood. I’m upset. I’m angry.
“Kylie,” Wes calls when I turn to walk to my desk.
I stop and turn around, waiting for him to come to me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Perfectly fine.”
He narrows his eyes at me.
“You’re not being honest with me,” he says.
I take a deep breath. “It’s nothing, Wes. Really.”
He shakes his head. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he says. “Is it Leon?”
I don’t know how he knows, but I nod. I’m not going to lie to his face. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” I say. “There’s just no way for me to please the guy.”
I want to cry again, and I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. I don’t want to look pathetic and cry in front of Wes about something like me not getting along with my boss. But it’s starting to get to me.
“Tell me what happened,” Wes says.
I shake my head. I don’t want to be the one to run around talking behind his back.
“Kylie, we have to sort this out. As your boss, I want to make sure it’s all cleared up. I can’t have my employees fighting.”
I guess he’s right.
“He’s not happy with my plans no matter what I do. I’ve redone them twice now. He seems to be sure of himself that I’m unfit for this job, and he’s not scared to tell me so, repeatedly.”
“What did you say to him?”
“I offered to redo it again, if he’ll just tell me where I went wrong, but he won’t do that. He said he’ll just do it himself so it gets done right. I was told not to go back into the meeting.”
Wes nods, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. He’s got his poker face on, carefully expressionless. If he’s angry, it doesn’t show.