by Alexis Angel
She was my maid of honor. Not even Lizzie knows why I married Paul. I wouldn’t mind her knowing that he’s gay and I’m only with him to make sure he gets what he needs in life. But I don’t want her knowing what I did. If I tell her and Paul finds out, he’ll reveal my secret as well. I don’t want to risk that, so not even Lizzie knows.
The rest of the day slips by easily. When there is no friction, my days are filled with happy customers and pastries. Jack pops in just after lunch with a new idea for specials, and by five, Lizzie and Jack both leave. I’m about to lock up when Parker appears. I smile and open the door for him.
“You’re just in time for a cup of coffee,” I say. “I was about to lock up.”
Parker smiles. I lock up and walk to a coffee machine. When I turn around, he’s right in front of me again. He followed me behind the counter where there is no space.
Being this close to him always messes with my head.
“Let’s sit down,” I say to him.
He nods, but he doesn’t move. I can smell his cologne and the smell of summer that clings to his clothes. His eyes are the color of the sky today. It’s because of the blue shirt he’s wearing with his jeans.
“I came to see if you’re okay,” Parker says. His voice is soft, and his face is concerned.
I think about lying to him, but this is Parker. I shake my head. “To be honest, I don’t know if I am. I haven’t told him yet. I’ve barely been home.”
Parker frowns. “You’re not sure if you want to be married to him?”
I swallow. I don’t answer him. It won’t be fair. My lack of response is an answer by itself, though. Parker lifts a hand and brushes his fingertips down my cheek. We touch often, he always hugs me, but this is different. My breath hitches in my throat.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a whisper.
“Touching your cheek,” he says, stating the obvious.
I shake my head. The atmosphere is charged with something delicious. Delicious and dangerous.
“I can’t do this,” I say. “I’m—”
“Married?” Parker shakes his head and brushes a strand of hair out of my face, his eyes tracing my profile. “Not exactly.”
Parker dips his head and inches toward me. I see it all happening in slow motion, his lips–perfect and soft–move toward me. I can’t stop him. I’m not sure if I want to. Before I have a chance to argue with myself, his lips press against mine, and every thought I might have had slips out of my grasp. Parker’s hand is on my cheek, and I kiss him back.
A desire roars inside me, out of nowhere, and the kiss is suddenly urgent. I open my mouth, and Parker slips his tongue in my mouth, tasting me. I put my arms around his neck, pressing our bodies together. His hands slide down my back. One lands on my ass and squeezes. The other moves to my front, and he cups my breast through my shirt. My body screams with lust for him.
All the desire for Parker that I locked up for years washes over me like a dam wall burst, and I can barely breathe, it’s so strong. I gasp, breathing hard.
I remember we’re in front of full-length windows, and I break the kiss.
“Oh, my God,” I say, pressing my fingers against my lips. This is the biggest mistake. It’s big, and it’s… right.
“I’m sorry,” Parker says. “That was way out of line.”
I shake my head and walk toward the door, checking that it’s locked. I switch off the lights.
“Skylar,” Parker says.
I walk to him, take his hand, and lead him to my office. I close the office door and turn back to Parker. Without a word, I kiss him again. This is all wrong. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. For years, I’ve been denying myself what I want because of Paul and all the secrets and lies, and I’m tired. I don’t want to stop myself anymore. I don’t want to think about anything.
And Parker is right. I’m not exactly married.
Somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice screams at me that I’m not doing the right thing, but I’m swept away by lust, and I don’t want to think straight.
Parker moves me toward my desk while we’re kissing and groping each other. I reach behind me when my legs hit the desk and push the papers to the side. My pencil holder and two files fall onto the floor.
“I’ll help you pick that up, later,” Parker says before he picks me up onto the desk.
I wrap my legs around his and pull him closer to me. His hands find my breasts, and he massages them through the shirt. I gasp into his mouth. My nipples are erect, straining against the shirt, and all I can think about is Parker and that I want more of him.
Parker
Kissing Skylar is a dream come true. I can’t count how many times I’ve thought of doing exactly this to her, and more. The smell of cinnamon hangs in the air, and I can’t tell if it’s her clothes or the air because we’re close to the kitchen. I don’t care, either. All I care about is that I’m kissing her, and she’s kissing me right back.
I know I took a chance when I kissed her. She’s not technically married, but in her mind, she is. Or at least, I thought she was more unavailable than she seems. She’s giving in a lot easier than I thought she would. There must be some trouble in paradise.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I feel guilty about what I’m doing, but the feeling isn’t very strong, and it doesn’t linger for very long, either. My hands are on her breasts, and she’s just a little bit more than handful, firm under my palms. I want to see her naked. I want my skin on hers. I want to taste every inch of her body.
I want to fuck her.
I slide my hand down and push it underneath her shirt. Her skin is hot under my palm, and I move up, my hand on her ribs. The material of the bra is easy to peel away, and then her nipple is hard beneath my fingers and I tug on it.
She gasps through her nose.
“God, Skylar,” I mumble against her mouth.
My lust threatens to take over, but I force myself to go slower. I don’t want to scare her off, and I don’t want her to stop me now. Just now, when she pushed me away to take me to the office, I thought she would tell me to stop. I don’t think I will be able to bounce back from it this time. My cock strains in my pants, and I want every inch of her. I will die unsatisfied if I don’t at least have a taste of her now.
I pull the shirt up and over her head. Her hair is tied up, but most of it has escaped the bun, and it brushes her bare shoulders. She reaches up and pulls out the hair elastic. Her auburn hair spills over her shoulders, and she’s sexy as hell. Her dark blue eyes are on mine, large with want. I reach around her back and unclasp her bra. I peel it off her shoulders and drop it to the floor. She sits in front of me, not shy in the least. She’s is completely confident with her body. Confidence is the hottest thing a woman can wear, and she wears it well.
Her breasts are perfect, her skin is a caramel color, and it stretches evenly over her body. I let my eyes roam all the way down. I touch her hip where she has a tattoo that I haven’t seen before. It’s small but feminine, with pink and yellow ink and black shading. When I look up at her face, her lips are curled into a smile.
“What?” I ask.
“I like it when you look at me,” she says.
I reach for her breasts again and knead the mounds. Her nipples are hard, and I can’t help it. I want to suck on them. Skylar reaches for my shirt, unbuttoning it, and pushes it off my shoulders. I pull it off my arms, and it joins her bra and shirt on the floor. Her fingers flutter over my abs as if she’s afraid to touch me or afraid I’m not real. I lean closer to her so her hands press solidly against my chest. I’m breathing as hard and as fast as she is. We’re both shirtless, but we can still stop. If she tells me no, now, I will back away, get dressed, and leave her here like nothing happened.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop. She puts her hand around my neck and pulls me closer again, kissing me, and I know we’re past the point of no return now.
I press gently against her, guiding her backward until she’s
lying on the desk. Her pants come off easily, and I take the panties with them, not caring if they match the bra. I’m sure they do. Skylar is classy that way.
When she’s naked on the desk in front of me, I bend over her body and kiss her again. I move away from her mouth, planting kisses on her neck, working my way down to her shoulder, over her collarbone and onto her chest. I make my way to her breast, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking on it. I spend some time on her nipple, using my teeth lightly, licking and nibbling until she moans, before I move to the other nipple. When I get the same reaction, I move further down. Her stomach is flat with her on her back, her hip bones protruding.
I put my hands on her thighs, and they fall open for me. Her scent is intoxicating. The smell of her sex is so strong it makes me dizzy, and I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her. I kneel between her legs and kiss her pussy, and she gasps. I stick out my tongue and push it between her lips, into her slit. She’s wet, and the taste of her on my tongue makes my cock throb in my pants. I take my time with her, licking up her slit until I find her clit. I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit a couple of times, and she writhes and squirms on the desk. When I close my lips around her clit and suck, she cries out.
I lick and suck on her for a while, my hands on her hips, and I relish the feel of her body moving under my hands, the feel of her losing control because of me. She’s slowly nearing an orgasm if her breathing is anything to go by, but I’m not ready for that yet. I want to make her wait a little.
When I pull away, she moans in protest.
“Not yet, baby,” I say in a throaty voice. I straighten up and undo my own jeans, sliding them down my legs. I step out of my shoes so that I’m naked, too.
Skylar sits up and looks at me. I’m rock hard, straining. Her eyes are hungry when she looks at me. She climbs off the table and kisses me, her hands wrapping around my shaft, and I gasp. She drops to her knees in front of me and looks up at me. Her free hand reaches out to my balls, and she cups them. She licks her lips and opens her mouth, sliding my cock into it. I groan. The feeling of her mouth on me is so hot and slick, it’s like the real deal, like being inside a woman.
Her tongue moves against my shaft when she pulls back and swirls around my head, before she pushes her head forward again, taking me into her mouth. Her hand around my shaft closes the gap between her lips and the base of my cock. When she pumps her head up and down a few times, she lets go with her hand and slides me into her as deep as she can. I touch her soft palate with the tip, and I groan again.
“God, Skylar,” I mutter.
She moans, too, and the sound vibrations travel through my cock. I roll my eyes back in my head. I was ready to fuck her, but this is more than I think I can handle.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I say in a hoarse voice.
She pulls back, and I slip out of her mouth with a pop. She gets up again and kisses me chastely, with no tongue.
“I want to fuck you,” I mumble against her lips, and she gasps.
I turn her around so that her back is against my chest and grind my cock into her ass. One hand goes to her hip and the other to her shoulder. I hold her in place, bending her over so her ass is pointed at me and her back is straight. She has a beautiful back, blemish free and toned, as if she works out as well. She kneads bread every day.
I let go of her shoulder and reach down between her legs, pushing my fingers into her pussy. She’s wet and ready for me. I guide my cock toward her and press the tip in. She gasps and braces herself on the desk with her hands, widening her stance a little. I push into her, and we both cry out.
I slide in to the hilt and pause a moment, letting her get used to me before I pull out and push in again. She’s tight around my body, her walls slick and holding onto my cock, and I slide in and out, faster and faster. She moans when I do, and her body rocks back and forth with the force. I fuck her harder and harder, slamming into her. She tips her head up and moans, pressing against me with her ass to counter my strokes and drive me deeper and deeper into her body.
“Oh, God, Parker,” she cries out in a husky voice, and it’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard.
I fuck her hard, nailing her from behind. I lean forward, pressing my stomach against her back, and reach around her body for her breast. Her breasts swing back and forth as I fuck her, and I grab one of them, squeezing, pulling. She cries out, and the office is filled with the sounds of our sex, the squelching sound of me entering her again and again, my balls slapping against her pussy. The combination of our moans and groans becomes a soundtrack, and it’s erotic as hell.
I reach around and cup her other breast. I hold onto her, and my chest is pressed against her back. I can feel her muscles under her skin. I pound into her, my body curling around her while I push deep into her, and my breathing comes in hard, fast gasps.
I straighten myself out again and slow down my pace, stroking her slowly, sliding in and out of her. Her breathing sounds like she’s trying to catch her breath. I grab her ass and squeeze her cheeks, massaging them as I slowly fuck her. She gasps and moans and cries out, and I can feel her desperation for more as she pushes her ass back, trying to get me to go deeper again, faster.
I’ve had enough of teasing her. I pick up my pace again. Still holding onto her ass, I push into her, harder and harder. I fuck her, and her moans are beautiful. I’ve been dreaming about this, wanting this, since I met her. She’s always been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and now that she’s naked, her breasts, her ass, and her long legs are a dream. Her back is beautiful. I am mesmerized by the muscles moving beneath her skin.
I run my hand up her back into her hair. I brush her hair to the side and touch her neck, my fingers running up her cheek. I slide my hands back down her body. Her breathing becomes ragged and erratic, and I know that she’s getting closer. I want her to come. I want to come, too, but not yet. She can come first, and I will do it later.
I wrap my arm around her waist and find her clit with my fingers. When I touch her, she cries out, and she drops her head. She shudders, her body convulsing, and the first wave of her orgasm clutches at my cock as the sensation takes over her body. She cries out and clamps down on me. I feel her body jerk, squeezing down against mine, pulsing to draw me out, too. But I won’t come. Not yet. She gasps, stops breathing for a moment, and then she cries out.
I wait until her body relaxes a little before I pick up the pace again and fuck her hard. She’s tight now, and the sensation is orgasmic. I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.
Skylar
I can’t remember the last time I’ve had sex like this. I can barely remember when I’d last had sex, period. I might not be married to a man who will sleep with me, but until now, I’ve had some concept of fidelity.
At least, I used to. That’s gone to shit.
And I can’t find it within me to care. Not right now. I know I’ll feel bad when all of this is over, but right now, the only thing I can think about is the fact that Parker just gave me the kind of orgasm that makes my knees go weak. If it wasn’t for my hands on my office desk and his cock still inside of me, I might have collapsed.
But he’s hammering away at me again, his cock plunging into me, again and again, and the friction, the satisfaction, and the ecstasy are so intense that I can’t think of anything other than what he’s doing to my body. I crave him, even though he’s inside of me. The lust is so strong, I think it might consume me if he doesn’t keep doing what he’s doing.
Which, luckily, he is.
My breasts swing back and forth as he bangs into me. My hands are sore from clenching so hard to the edge of the desk, and his cock is bigger and better than anything I could have imagined. He fills me up all the way, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
There was a time when I used to think about doing this with him, when it was an option for our future. Then, Paul came along and found out things about me, things I’m not proud o
f, and to keep him quiet, I married him. Secrets and blackmail will make you keep your priorities straight.
It’s even worse that my secrets have to do with exactly this. Sex. I don’t want to think about it, though. So, I don’t
I turn my focus back to Parker and the way he’s fucking me from behind. Hard. In my office at the bakery. And I’m married to his brother.
Sort of. God, I don’t know anymore.
Without warning, Parker pulls out of me, and I’m left gaping and raw. I gasp and look over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I ask, and it sounds a little bit like him whining. I want him back inside of me. I want to feel him again, deep, big, taking me places I haven’t gone in a long time.
He grabs my arms and pulls me up so I’m standing with my back pressed against his chest, his hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks, and I can feel how slick he is with our sex.
“Turn around,” he whispers, with his mouth almost against my ear, and his hot breath gives me goosebumps.
I do as he says. He’s hot when he orders me around. He handles me a little roughly. I don’t think he means it. I have a feeling he’s as eager for me as I am for him, even though I’m pretty sure he’s had more sex than I have the past two years.
When my ass presses against the desk, I climb up onto it. Parker pushes me back so that I’m on my desk, and I turn so that I’m lying along the length of its surface. My heels are on the edge. My legs are open for him, and I want him. I want him to get between my legs and fuck me again.
He doesn’t get onto the desk, between my legs. It’s where I want him, but he’s not giving me what I want. He bends over me and puts his mouth between my legs again, the way he did before, lips closing around my clit.
I’m sensitive after the orgasm, and I cry out the moment he sucks on me. I shudder, writhing against his mouth. He licks up and down my slit, flicking his tongue over my clit and then sucks on me again. It’s driving me crazy. At one point, he lollipops me, placing his flattened tongue against my entrance and dragging it up to my clit before he closes his lips around me again.