by Kate Gilead
“Yes!” I press myself against him, “but I’ve never had a chance to make it happen.”
“No? Well, guess what I’m thinking right now,” he says, hands going to my ass.
Heat seems to bloom from the spot where his bulge is pressing against me. It travels through my body, concentrating in my center, which tightens and then loosens again, lazily.
The strength of my desire takes me by surprise. I laugh nervously. “Oh, man! But, it’s too risky today, Blake. When you came in, did you notice the big conference room is in use?”
“No. The only thing I noticed is you.” His hands start lifting my skirt, making my legs want to buckle and melt.
“Ahh, God…” I swallow, and try to step back. Smiling softly, he prevents me, holding me tightly against him. I can’t help but smile too. “Blake…listen. The board members are all in that room, having a meeting. Flora went out to get them lunch.”
“Ahhh…yes, that does make it even riskier,” he says. His hands don’t stop caressing my ass. His eyes never leave my face. “You think I can make you come with my dick again?”
He lifts my skirt all the way up, and slides his hand between my legs. My thighs part to give him access, completely involuntarily. One finger strokes me through the thin material of my panties, making my eyes close and my throat feel dry.
“Blake…I don’t…I…” Now, the finger pushes its way under my panties and finds me slick and wet. He slides his digit inside me and then backs out again, finding my throbbing button and giving it a gentle rub. “Ahhh, God,” I groan, quietly.
“You like that?” he murmurs, his voice also quiet but so intense. “I bet I can make you come real quick,” he murmurs, “and real hard.” He kisses me softly, then brings his glistening finger to his mouth. He sucks it clean, saying, “Mmmm, so fucking yummy.”
Oh shit, oh God, oh God….I should say no…I shouldn’t let him––literally––have his way with me like this, right here at work.
But nothing so sexy has ever happened to me before. Nothing so dangerous…so sizzling hot.
I’m trembling. I’ve never wanted…or needed…to be fucked so bad, never ached so much to feel a man’s cock filling me up.
But I’m scared too…so scared! “Blake, we shouldn’t…it’s not safe…”
His hands take me by the waist and turn me around. “Jennifer, my girl,” he whispers, “you’re safe with me. Don’t you know that yet? Don’t you know how much I care about you, how bad I want you?”
His hands are lifting my skirt, and pulling my panties down at the same time. “How bad I wanna make you mine? I want it all, Jennifer. Marriage. Kids. I hope you know what you’re getting into, because I want the whole nine yards, all of it. With you.”
This is so familiar…with a start, I remember my dream and goose bumps jump up all over my skin.
I’ve never wanted to believe anything so much as I want to believe what his low, sexy voice is saying to me, right now.
I arch my back against him as he lets his pants down. Breathing fast but quietly, he rubs his hardness against my soft wetness, and then glides into me like that exquisite dream.
He pushes himself into me insistently, all the way inside, grunting softly in that hot, animal way he has. Taking me deeply and urgently; in a few thrusts he makes the white pleasure flare.
He does that rocking thing that he does, that side-to-side, grinding and rocking….he rocks me hard and fast, and it is…so….good, so so good.
My eyes close and my jaw goes slack as the forceful, profound pleasure rises and rises, and it’s all I can do to keep quiet; I don’t know how I’ll keep quiet, and a moan escapes me before I can stop it.
“Shhhh,” he whispers, “shhh, shhh, baby,” and his hand goes over my mouth, one of his fingers seeking entrance between my teeth, where I chew and suck on it gently, drooling on his hand as he fucks me, deeper and harder, faster, and faster.
“Hnnnnnhh,” he whisper-growls, and his cock gets harder still as every stroke lays blinding pleasure into my pussy, making my flesh contract now, as if it’s pulling the pleasure into its own depths, and oh god….oh god….right…here…I’m gonna….uunnhh….uhhhnnn….oh shit…I’m coming…oh god…I’m coming!
My breath catches, my whole body seems to pause, waiting as he maintains the pace, his hardness, his lust and his own pleasure all converging within me.
I bite down on his finger as I come hard, all over his cock, the deep, intense orgasm spreading from my clit through my canal and overtaking my entire body. My legs shake, and my pussy convulses again and again, grasping and drawing his own orgasm from his throbbing shaft, greedily sucking it dry in spasm after spasm of hot, wet pleasure.
Breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear, Blake re-arranges his pants and takes a seat on the small couch in my office. He holds up his finger and shows me the shallow dents my teeth made when my jaw clamped on it a moment ago.
“Oops! Sorry.” I smile. “I didn’t realize I was biting down that hard. But maybe you should watch where you put your fingers when you’re fucking me.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. It didn’t really hurt. I was too busy blowing my load to feel anything but pleasure.”
I open the window in my office and then make a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, straighten up my make-up and erase any evidence of our secret deed.
The front office is still deserted, the conference room door still closed. In the bathroom, I fix myself up and go back to my office, and then Blake takes a moment to freshen up himself.
Afterwards, we open up the styrofoam containers holding our lunches and grin at each other when we find both meals are still warm. The fragrant smell of chicken and parmesan sauce fills my office, hopefully covering any lingering smell of sex.
Only about ten minutes have passed.
“That was fucking amazing,” Blake says quietly, as we munch away hungrily. “The most amazing, and quickest, quickie, I think I’ve ever had,” he adds.
“It’s definitely one of the more adventurous sessions I’ve ever had,” I agree. “I’m glad we got away with it,”
“We should do it again,” Blake says.
We smile at each other and then Blake’s phone rings.
He takes the call and once he hangs up, he tells me about it and our discussion turns to work matters. Finishing up lunch, I print out the reports I have prepared so far and we become deeply involved in a planning session for upcoming contracts which the firm wants to bid on.
At bit later, Flora knocks and then pokes her head in through the doorway. “Hi, you two,” she says, her voice quiet.
“Hi,” we reply, in unison.
“Are those suits still here?” Blake asks.
“Yes, I just brought them lunch.” Flora glances back over her shoulder. “I was in the conference room kitchenette after I served it to them. I guess they didn’t realize I was still in there. I heard them talking about you. ” Her voice is just above a whisper.
“Who? Me?” Blake says.
“Yes. Well, both of you.”
“Oh?” We look at each other with raised brows. Then Blake sits back and puts his hands behind his head. “Well? What were they saying?”
She glances back once more, comes in and closes the office door behind her. “They were talking about payroll and contractual liability,” she whispers. “And what they want to do when your contract is up, Blake.”
Blake looks at me and then back at Flora.
“They’re delighted with the safety and compliance program that you have implemented so far. They said it covers them for due diligence very well.”
“They should be happy with it, considering they had fuck-all in place before they hired me. Their asses are well-covered now.”
Flora nods. “That’s what they said, pretty much. However…” She shifts uncomfortably. “They seem to think that, thanks to your training, Jennifer’s skills will be at a level that will allow her to take over your position when your con
tract is up in three months. And…they’ll be rid of your expensive payroll liability and ah…um…well, they called you a ‘shit-stirrer’.” She makes an apologetic grimace. “Sorry, Blake.”
“It’s cool. I am a shit-stirrer. And I am expensive.” He grins.
“Yeah well they also said that you’re stupid for not signing the two-year contract with them. They were snickering, saying it’s like you handed all this money to them.” Her face is pinched. “They sound like a bunch of hyenas. Jesus!”
Blake surprises us both by laughing. “I couldn’t care less what these clowns think of me. What’d they say about Jenny?”
“They said she’s “cheap” in comparison.” She looks at me now. “And that you’re a hard worker, Jenny, and they like that you don’t complain…that you ‘tow the party line.’ They weren’t surprised you needed a day off, only that it didn’t happen sooner. They figure you’ll just take over Blake’s job at the same rate of pay you’re getting now. Which is way less than Blake gets. Then, after that, you’ll just get the usual annual raise.” She wrinkles her nose. “Which won’t be much.”
“That’s it? That’s all they plan to pay me for doing Blake’s job?”
“Um. Not just Blake’s job. Your job, too. They won’t be hiring an assistant for you.”
Blake lets out a guffaw, but it sounds uneasy. “Jesus Christ! These people are unreal, aren’t they?”
“Shhh….” Flora warns him. “They might hear you!”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” He shakes his head and then looks at me. “Well, I guess I’ll need to make plans earlier than I thought. I’m not waiting around for them to drop the axe on me, fuck that.”
“What? Wait, wait! What are you…don’t leave me holding the ball! I’m not ready to take on all your responsibilities, Blake!” Panic starts to rise in my chest.
“I know, I know….it’s cool, shhh, listen, listen, we’ll figure something out.” He holds his hand out to me before cutting his eyes to Flora. Then he quickly pulls it back into his lap.
Blake and I look at her, then at each other, then we both look out the window, all innocence, at the same time.
Flora’s watching this, eyes gleaming. “Okaaayy…um. I better get back out there. Lunch break is over.”
She stands up, not bothering to hide her smirk, and hurries out, closing the door behind her.
“Okay, did you see that? She knows for sure now, Blake,” I say. “I told you she’s been onto us from the beginning.”
“I don’t give a fuck who knows what about us anymore. They’re planning on turfing me, so what do I care? The only reason to care is for your sake. And you don’t exactly love being employed here, either.”
He’s right….or at least, he was right yesterday. Today, though…today? Things seem different.
“True,” I say, but I’m hesitant.
“We should both just quit on them. Fuck ‘em. Walk out. There’s a no-fault clause in my contract that allows either party to cancel under mutual agreement. I’m sure they’ll agree since they’re ready to kick me to the curb anyway.” He pauses for breath, then rushes on. “And, there’s no penalty for you for leaving, since the probationary period works both ways. They’d be in a bad spot, which would serve them right for their treachery.”
“Also true. But hold on, Blake. I…I’m not ready to make any hasty decisions. You should never walk away from a job unless you have another job to go to. Even if it is a shitty job.”
“This job is only going to get shittier if you stay, Jen. They plan to work you half to death for pennies, by the sounds of it.”
I’m glad that he cares, but I don’t know why he thinks I’m such a push-over.
“What makes you think I’ll just fall into line and let them?” My voice is defiant. “Besides, Mom made a good point about this the other day. She said that something might change, things might get better. And something else might materialize before your contract is up. There’s still three months to go.”
He stares at me, that indescribable expression playing across his face again. “If it was any other company, I’d agree with you. But the thing is….” He runs his hand through his crew-cut and looks away, thinking. He lets out a sigh. “Alright. Listen. We’ll play it by ear then. But I’m gonna start looking….”
His phone sounds a text notification. He takes it out of his pocket and looks at it. “Ahhh, shit! You gotta be kidding me…”
“What now?”
“My…ugh, dammit! I…just a minute.” He types out a text, thumbs flying. He waits, receives something back, reads it and groans. “I gotta go. My cousin….” He gets another text. He looks at it and responds quickly, then gets another text, and then answers that. “I…shit, Jenny! I gotta go. Family emergency.” He heads for the door.
Seeing the alarmed look on my face, he stops and kisses me. “Well, it’s an emergency…of a sorts. My cousin…” His text goes off again, causing him to curse as he reads it, but I can see there’s a smile playing around his lips. “Damned old fart! Can never tell when he’ll do something nuts….motherfucker!”
“Blake? What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain later. He’s here…my cousin who had the stroke…? Fuck! This is crazy, even for him. He’s at my trailer…he’s here! I gotta go!” He’s striding quickly towards the front exit now. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
And just like that, he’s gone.
Chapter Seventeen
Blake
If I’d known Angel was going to pull a stunt like this, I’d never have given him so much information about my location. But I didn’t think he’d seriously show up! I mean, the old man is recovering from a stroke! Jesus!
Now the dumbass is here, waiting outside my trailer, with no one but the taxi driver to help him.
I’m pissed off, amused, and excited to see him, all at the same time. Even though this is the most inconvenient time to be pulling this crap…fucker!
But the more I think about it, the more like Angel it seems. The guy’s a solid, responsible guy…except when he’s being an unpredictable risk-taker.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do with him.
Traffic is slow as usual and it seems to take forever to get there. When I pull up, there’s the taxi, still sitting there.
Angel gets out of the car, and I’m struck by how different he looks from the last time I saw him, a few months ago.
Back then, he was still very fucked up from the stroke. He needed around-the-clock care and looked it. Feeble, shaky, wild-haired and unshaven. Hell, he looked old, really old. Even though he had live-in care –– and my help, too, almost every day, until I left for Ohio–– he still looked unkempt and frail. Not that it was his fault, of course, that’s just the way people look when they’re sick and struggling like that.
But the man who gets out of the cab today looks more like the old Angel. His hair looks more gray…no, it’s gotten whiter, actually, but now it’s neatly styled, shaved on the sides and longer on the top. A look that, usually, only a much younger man can pull off. But of course, it looks great on him.
He’s still pale though, the pallor of his skin showing through the remainder of his tan. He’s got a dapper, white goatee going on now; but he’s thinner. His clothes are hanging on him.
I open the truck door and stand on the running board, staring over the hood at him as he approaches.
“Blakey! You fuckin’ asshole! I told you I was better!” His voice sounds strong, but it still has that slight slur to it, as the paralyzed side of his mouth can’t quite form the words in such a way as to make the sounds come out right.
And his smile is still crooked…but so wide, his eyes nearly disappear.
As he makes his way around the car, I see that he still has a limp, still dragging the one foot. His smile is bright but crooked, his facial muscles not completely functional. And he’s still holding the hand on his paralyzed side curled inwards.
Shit. What the fuck is he doing? He’s
not ready for this.
Still… it’s great to see him.
“Angel, you dumbass! What the fuck…?” I jump down, slam my truck door and embrace him, pounding him on the back. I deliberately push against him, testing his strength. I can feel his chest muscles tense, but it’s a slow reaction.
His strength isn’t great, either. He’s far from all the way back.
He instantly knows what I’m up to and tries to push back manfully. I don’t give him any ground, and he gets nowhere.
But I see that it pisses him off, and that is a good sign.
“I’ll get back in shape, Blake. I’ve been doing push-ups and pull-ups and shit. So…don’t fuck with me, kid!”
“Shee-it, Angel. You should’ve given me time to get something ready for you. But it’s great to see you. You’re looking good, old-timer!”
“I know!” He stands back, flexes his one bicep, but he keeps the other hand resting on the hood of my truck.
“What’d you do? Take an early flight?”
“No, I rode my trusty fuckin’ steed. Eeeee hee hee!” He wobbles, then has to steady himself on my truck again. “Why is this place so hard to find anyway? What a madhouse! You know how many people I had to ask before anyone even knew where this fuckin’ trailer is?”
“It’s hard to find because I like it that way,” I say. “I told you I don’t have anywhere for you to stay!”
“I’m staying right here with you, Blake.” I shake my head and start to protest, but he holds up a hand, grinning. “No, don’t be stupid. Just gimme a minute, okay? I gotta pay the taxi driver and then we’ll talk.”
He limps over and hands the driver some bills. The cab pulls away, revealing a couple suitcases sitting on the trailer steps.
“Well, now that you’re here, I guess you might as well come in.” I open the door and hold it for him. He climbs the steps shakily, holding onto the railing, then I grab his suitcases and we go inside.
“I lined up some Airbnb’s to check out. I have a bunch of appointments. Some today, tomorrow, and Friday. Actually, the first appointment’s in an hour. Uh…I know it’s short notice but, any chance you can get some time off work today and take me around to see these places?”