Office Perks

by S. L. Siwik

  “In that case, why don’t you change your name?” she asks.

  “Because my mother gave it to me, and it’s the only thing I have left of her,” I reply honestly. I had thought about changing my name when I was in high school, but it felt…wrong.

  “So, did your panties set ablaze when he touched them?” Andrea whispers loudly to Victoria.

  Smiling, Victoria whispers something to Andrea. With unbridled excitement in her eyes, Andrea says, “Perhaps his name should have been Rip or Tear.”

  “I have them in my back pocket.” I smile seductively so that she’ll squirm. “In case you wanted them back.”

  A dark blush blooms over Victoria’s cheeks and spreads down to her throat. It’s incredible seeing her vulnerable and a little off her game. I was starting to think the woman was incapable of blushing.

  Andrea laughs loudly. “Oh, he’s fun.” She turns to Victoria, grabbing her arms. “Can we keep him? Pretty please?” Still blushing, Victoria shakes her head, walking into the living room laughing. Andrea is watching me thoughtfully. After minutes of staring, she finally says, “Hey, Kendall, I need to get something from the store, and I need your help.”

  Kendall is still staring at me, sitting across from me at the table. She looks as though she’s about to protest, but relents.

  “Don’t go anywhere,” she tells me, trying to sound mature. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll wait anywhere for you, Sunshine,” I reply before winking at her.

  She giggles loudly before walking towards the door.

  Andrea mouths to me, “You’re welcome,” before winking at me.

  “Hey! Where are you going?” I hear Victoria ask.

  “Out to the store with Aunt Dre. She says she needs me for something.”

  Victoria sighs loudly. “Then at least give me a kiss before you go.”

  A moment later the door clicks closed, and Victoria is standing in the doorway, watching me. The raw heat in her eyes draws me to her as the warmth flows over me, cloaking both of us like a blanket.

  Striding over to Victoria, I shove her against the kitchen wall. She stares at me wide-eyed as her breath whooshes out of her lungs in one full breath. She is now pressed between my body and the wall. Just the feel of her body against mine makes me lose control as my tongue slides into her open mouth, demanding a reaction. After a few moments of frozenness, she groans, coming back to life. Her hands fist my hair as she kisses me back. “I can still taste myself on your lips.”

  With her eyes closed, her head falls back onto the wall. My hand holds her head firmly in place as I kiss my way down her jaw line to her throat. Like a man starved, my tongue licks at her flesh, needing to taste more. When I reach the base of her throat I say, “I can still taste the sweat on your skin from when I fucked you to sleep last night.” Victoria groans loudly, her hands making their way up the inside of my sports jacket, her fingernails tearing at my shoulders over my dress shirt.

  My nose skims around the edges of her dress on her exposed skin, moving slowly across the tops of her breasts. “I can still smell myself on you.”

  Pain searing through her eyes, she asks, “What do you want from me?”

  “Everything,” I reply. My hand travels up her thigh, underneath her skirt. I feel the top of her thigh-highs, trailing my fingers along her inner thigh towards the heat and warmth from her sex. “Still not wearing panties I see.” I can’t hold back my smile.

  “What do you want from me?” she asks again, exasperated. Victoria doesn’t realize that I’ve already told her. Either it’s because she doesn’t want the same, or because she can’t accept that I mean it.

  “I want to know why you left.” I murmur into the shell of her ear before my tongue trails its way down. A shiver rips through her entire body as the tip of my tongue trails over her ear and nips her lobe. “Because if you regret it, you haven’t done a good job of getting rid of the memories. You haven’t even showered or changed yet.”

  Victoria shakes her head. “I don’t regret it.” Her voice is little more than a whisper as though her words are simply a breath she exhaled to be lost in the room’s air. “I had to come back. I’ve never been away all night long since I’ve had Kendall,” she continues on in a stronger voice.

  “Then why didn’t you wake me up?” I ask as I stroke her clit with feather light touches.

  She groans, her eyes squeezing shut as her body presses harder into mine. “Because I was sure you’d try to convince me to stay.”

  I brush her sex again with my fingertips feeling just how wet she already is. Her hips thrust out to try to force my hands to increase their pressure. I can practically smell her arousal, how drawn she is to me.

  My hand slips away from her and she moans in protest.

  “You’ll get it in a minute,” I assure her as I unzip my pants. Letting ‘The Boss’ out for air, I grab her outer thigh, wrapping it around my waist. “You’re right. I would have convinced you to stay.” In one swift movement, I join our bodies and her eyes tell me just how lost she is in the moment.

  “Exactly. Which is why I had to leave…” Her words trail off to little more than a whisper mixed with a breathy sigh as I thrust inside her. My hand trails down the thigh wrapped around my waist. I savor the feeling of her skin beneath my palm. It is as silky and as smooth as her stocking, only warmer.

  My hips thrust into her with one single intent: to make her mine again so that she can never leave again. Because I sure as hell know that I can’t leave at this point.

  “God damn, Blaze, you feel too perfect inside me,” she cries out as I grunt from the intensity of my thrusts.

  “Are you ever going to leave again?” I ask as I pull myself nearly out of her.

  Her eyes are angry, defiant. “Yes.”

  “Wrong answer.” I slide back inside her warmth, and she whimpers in excitement as I thrust my hips backwards and nearly out of her. I lock my body in place, my tip poised inside her.

  Victoria growls as she tries thrusting her hips so that I’m fully inside her again. I restrain her by pinning her hip down to the wall. My eyes meet hers, and I refuse to move even an inch.

  Her glare slowly melts with time as I see the raw desire and need in her eyes. “If I have to leave, I’ll wake you up next time. I’m sorry.”

  It’s not enough, not nearly enough. But, it’s a start in the right direction. I slide back inside her inviting wetness as my tongue trails lazy circles down her neck.

  “Blaze, you can’t come inside me….But, please don’t stop.” Her plea is desperate, and I hear her need in every single syllable of her words. She has trusted me, allowed me to enter her naked. From the conversation we had yesterday, I know how huge this is. She may not be able to open up to me emotionally yet, but this is a giant leap of faith for her. It deserves to be rewarded.

  “I won’t Victoria. I won’t stop, and I won’t come inside you. I won’t do anything to break your trust in me.”

  Her fingernails claw through my shirt harder as she grinds her hips into mine. I pick up her other thigh, wrapping it around my waist.

  “Trust me, baby. I won’t hurt you. Just let me love you…right here, right now.” I want to say, “Just let me love you.” But, with the look in her eyes, like any wrong move and she’ll be out the door, it doesn’t seem the right thing to say yet. She’s still too skittish, needs more convincing.

  “Take me, Blaze. I’m yours...right here, right now. I’m all yours.” The ferocity that I see in her eyes, telling me how sincerely she speaks, nearly unmans me.

  Searing kisses down her jaw, I reach her mouth. Our tongues crash together as she kisses me roughly, passionately. I pick up my pace, thrusting into her wildly now, so that it matches the pace of her feverish tongue. Her soft, pliant body wrapped around mine feels indescribably good. Victoria makes me feel like a man as I hold her, my body making her delirious with pleasure as I hold her in my arms.

  Velvet soft lips brush against mine; the
sweat glistening on her forehead runs down in clear rivulets. A drop falls off her nose onto my lips as I taste her. I take her lips into mine as neither of us are capable of words anymore, only sheer animal instincts are left as I take her harder, faster, claiming her with every brush of my body against hers. We pull apart, then crash together quickly before pulling apart again...the story of our lives together. Day in and out, she whisks into my office, creates order out of chaos in the office, turns order into chaos in my heart, then impatiently points to the clock behind my desk, telling me she has to go. We pull apart. I wait seconds, minutes, hours, days with my breath held, waiting…waiting for that moment when we can crash back together again and air can return to my lungs.

  Her fingers yank at my hair, her lips red and swollen from my bruising kisses. “Blaze, I can’t hold out much longer…”

  Her body arches into mine, her breasts flush against my chest as I feel her peaked buds pressing against my silk shirt through her silk blouse. It’s mind numbingly fantastic.

  I rock my hips harder, nipping down on her collarbone. Her body tenses up, her thighs squeeze my hips mercilessly as her sex clenches down on me. I am pulled close to her, unable to disentangle if I wanted to as Victoria’s arms drape over my shoulders. Her body tells me what she cannot, how close she really wants me to be to her as her orgasm takes over her better judgment and assaults her body, wave after wave.

  When her body finally relaxes, it is the release of pressure on ‘The Boss’ that sends me over the edge. It’s a prickling feeling in my feet, my fingertips, the back of my calves. The building rise inside that feels close to pain right before the release. But, I promised I wouldn’t let go, so I can’t. In one swift movement, I place Victoria back on her feet, pull myself out of her, and wrap my hand around the tip of my erection, holding my release in. The pain is unpleasant, but I can withstand it. My mind and body are screaming for a happy ending.

  Smiling, as Victoria tries to catch her breath, she says, “You forgot all about your omelet.”

  Still panting, I reply, “Decided I wanted you for breakfast instead.”

  She giggles as I walk towards the bathroom. I commit the sound of her laughter to memory. Closing the bathroom door, I slip my hand off my erection. With a few tugs of my hand, and the image of Victoria’s naked writhing body fresh in my mind, my release finally comes. Thank. Fucking. God.

  I slump against the bathroom wall as I allow the euphoria to course over me, washing away all the anxiety from minutes before.

  The door creaks open, and I slip myself back inside my pants. Victoria’s eyes travel down my body, licking her lips.

  “Do you want to shower with me?” Her tone is soft and affectionate though her eyes are telling me that she wants another round.

  I nod as I begin to shrug out of my jacket.

  Victoria turns on the shower faucet, her eyes watching me. Glancing up, soft and vulnerable, she slowly unbuttons my shirt. Pulling out from my pants, she continues unbuttoning it. I take her hands gently in mine, kissing the back of both. I wrap her one hand around my waist, and press the other one to my cheek. Her eyes are soft, tender as she looks at me. For the first time, she is completely vulnerable. All of the walls are down. Victoria is beautiful woman daily. But, right now, with the gentleness exuding out of her, the softness in her eyes, the quiet whisper that I am allowed into the place she keeps locked up, I have never been more in awe of a woman in all my life.

  Her hands drop to my pants, unzipping them. Her hands wrap around my body and slide down beneath my boxer briefs, squeezing my ass. I groan as she slides the material down my body, kissing my now bare chest with the softest brushes of her lips.

  Now naked, after kicking off my shoes and socks, I unzip her dress like the night before…slowly this time…as I reveal inch by beautiful inch of her sun kissed skin.

  She stands before me naked and bare, her worried eyes looking into mine. The dress is slipped off her shoulders, and I kiss my way across her shoulder. Her touches have been gentle, and so I understand that it’s what she wants…gentleness.

  Victoria’s arms are wrapped around me as her finger tips brush against my back. She is limp in my arms, giving me all of her weight to hold up. My hands trail up the outside of her thighs, and she lifts her leg for me. I slide down her thigh-high, dropping the stocking to the floor, before doing the same with the other leg. Kissing down her other shoulder, I unclasp the strap of her bra, adding it to the pile of clothes in the bathroom.

  Steam is now filling the room from the hot temperature of the water, and I encourage her to step inside. Victoria’s hands are wrapped around my waist, as she steps into the bathtub, encouraging me to follow with her eyes and soft smile.

  I follow her in, drawing the curtain behind us. The shower area is small, my elbows pressed against the wall because there isn’t enough room for my width. It’s still the best place I’ve ever been. Victoria reaches up on her tip toes, running her hands through my hair as the hot water hits my face. Picking up a shampoo bottle, Victoria pours a little out into her palm. Rubbing her hands together, she then threads them through my hair.

  I groan out softly, my hands on her shoulders as I hang my head, allowing her to do whatever she wishes. Her finger nails lightly scrape against my skin and it feels incredible as she massages my scalp. I love being inside Victoria, I love our bodies connected and entwined in each other. But, I love this just as much. Bed warmers never stay long. They get off and then get out. Not because I’ve ever pushed them out, but because that’s what they want. They’re not interested in what you do the rest of your day; how you fill your hours between. They’re only interested in the fireworks, in the time between the sheets. And then they’re gone. They don’t have these moments- tenderness and vulnerability isn’t in their package. This is something more with Victoria.

  She realizes it too, which is why she looks so afraid. This is the real reason she left; it has nothing to do with Kendall. Victoria is scared of these moments for some reason. So, why she is giving them to me now, I don’t know. But, I’m not about to question it.

  She tilts my head back as the water runs down my hair, washing the soap away. With body wash in her hand, she runs her hands all over my naked body. Her touch isn’t possessive or filled with need; her fingers caress my body almost reverently.

  Her eyes reach mine, and all I see is heartache, sadness, and fear.

  I would do anything to take it all away.

  I take the bottle from her, and I wash her hair and body with the same care and tenderness that she bestowed upon me.

  After the water washes her clean, her eyes meet mine with the same heart breaking look. “Make love to me,” she says in a voice little more than a whisper.

  “Always,” I reply before cupping her face in my hands and dipping my head down to meet her lips.

  My lips brush against hers lightly. Gone is the fear and panic that gripped me before. Gone is the need to make her understand that she can’t run out on me, because I need her too badly. Gone is the fierce desire to press my will upon her in sheer frustration. Now, I just want to love her, because I’m starting to suspect she’s never had it before. But, that I can give her…all day and all night if need be.

  Grabbing her by the waist, I pick her up slowly into the air. Dangling above me, I lower her just enough to kiss her lips. A quiet sob passes her lips as I turn her around, placing her against the wall. Normally I wouldn’t be able to tell that she is crying with the water spraying down around us, but soft cries of anguish releasing on her exhaled breaths tells me that she is.

  I don’t push for answers, because I am fairly certain that I am not the cause of this pain. No, this seems like pain buried deep within that should have been released a long time ago.

  Slowly, I join our bodies, kissing down her neck. She groans out at the feel of me inside her. I can’t hold back my own sound of pleasure at being lost in her depths. I make love to her the way I’ve always wanted to- slowly and del
iberately. I move inch by inch inside her warmth, feeling everything. Between sobs of despair come groans of rapture as though her body can’t decide which one should take precedence in her mind. Her legs are wrapped around mine, but she is soft and pliant in my arms. Her tongue follows my slow deliberate path as we kiss, her body molded to mine as the water sprays down on us. Soon her hands and body are shaking. Her fingers tremble touching my jaw, her body shudders against mine. The emotion is too much for her to handle, and I am trembling at this point too. I want this woman forever. But, how can you make a woman promise you forever, promise you something that she is not ready to give?