by Alice Bright
“Oh, Rebecca,” Calvin moaned softly, running his hands through her hair. “You must really want to keep your job.”
“Yes,” she told him, continuing to lick up and down his shaft. “Very much, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Call me Brian.”
“I do want to keep my job, Brian.”
“Show me how much you want it, Rebecca.”
Standing up, she continued to rub his dick while she kissed Calvin.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Brian.”
“Bend over the desk.”
Turning around, she carefully slid her panties off from beneath her dress. They dropped to the floor and Calvin quickly slid up behind her, teasing her ass with his dick.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, Rebecca?” He asked, enjoying the feeling of her wetness.
“Mmm, fuck me.”'
“What do you say, Rebecca?”
“Fuck me, please.”
“What do you say?”
"Brian, please fuck me."
Calvin wasted no time sliding his hard cock into her aching pussy, thrusting his hips against hers as she bent over the desk. He pulled her hair softly at first, then harder as she moaned and begged him for more.
Calvin definitely knew what he was doing. Part of Rebecca wondered how they'd never done this before. He was attractive, but he wasn't drop-dead gorgeous. He didn't have a giant cock. He wasn't the smoothest talker she'd ever met. Somehow, though, he managed to make her feel more womanly than she ever had before.
“Rub your clit,” he demanded, and Rebecca complied.
“How does it feel, slut?”
“Good.”
“Tell me how it feels, Rebecca.”
“It feels good, Brian. I love your cock in me. I love the way you're fucking me.”
“Are you going to cum for me, Rebecca?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“You want to keep your job, don't you?”
“Yes, Brian.”
“Then cum for me.”
She couldn't wait another minute, anyway. Calvin continued to thrust as Rebecca burst into orgasm, following with his own momentarily. She couldn't help but love the way he let out a soft moan as he came, filling her with his juice.
He turned her around and smiled at her, kissing her softly before guiding her to the shower so they could rinse off together before bed. Despite pretending to be an overbearing, power-hungry boss, Calvin was incredibly gentle and patient with Rebecca as he washed her and guided her to bed.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fucking, but she felt weak at the knees.
“Will you stay the night?” She asked him as he started to dress himself.
Hesitating for only a moment, he told her that he would.
Eight
The flight home from Denver seemed less turbulent, less frustrating, and less lengthy than her previous flight.
Somehow, being fucked by her coworker had given Rebecca a new outlook on the world around her.
Instead of feeling stressed and anxious about returning to work and her empty apartment, she somehow felt calm. She felt relieved. She felt ready to handle anything that the world was going to throw at her.
Most of all, she felt content with the experience she'd had with Calvin. He had, overall, been the perfect gentleman. He had been an attentive lover. He had been exciting. He had been passionate. Though he had spent the night, he hadn't asked her for any sort of commitment. He hadn't made things awkward. He hadn't made her feel used. He had simply returned to being just Calvin: her friend and colleague.
As she made herself as comfortable as possible in the tiny airline seat, Rebecca wondered what the future had in store for her. She was glad that she had, on some level, been able to move past Dennis. She had been able to do so long enough to fuck someone else without feeling like a complete whore. She had been able to picture herself doing things on her own. She had been able to start imagining a life without Dennis in it.
And now it was time to return home and take the first steps in starting that life.
She only hoped Calvin would turn out to play a part in it.
When she got back to her apartment, Rebecca unpacked her suitcase one article of clothing at a time.
When she tossed her dirty clothes into the laundry hamper, she realized that she wasn't replaying memories of times she'd worn the clothes with Dennis.
Instead, she was thinking of the shoes she wore to the hotel bar.
She was thinking of the bra she wore when she masturbated to fantasies of Calvin and Brian.
And she was thinking of the panties she dropped to the floor so Calvin could fuck her one night in her hotel room.
With a smile, she closed her suitcase and placed it in her closet.
Things were looking up.
And this was only the beginning.
About the Author
Alice Bright is the author of Drops of Blue and The Lawyer. When she’s not busy writing romance stories, she can be found spending time with her family, pole dancing for exercise, or dreaming up new adventures for her characters to have.