He was a quiet kid, but once you got him going, he had a lot to say. He’d clearly been holding back for the last year, and that made me sad. He was really into books and video games, also two of my favorite things, and had been kicking butt with cooking. I wasn’t sure if he liked it or he liked the time with me, but either way, he was getting pretty good at it. He even helped me make a quiche the other night, and those take some talent and a whole lot of patience.
When the cookies were done, I arranged them on a plate and set them on the counter to cool for when Cooper got home. I walked out of the kitchen and through the house, making sure there wasn’t anything to clean up. I wasn’t the maid, but that didn’t mean I would let the house become a wreck. When I realized everything was still as it should be, just like two hours before, I sat down and clasped my hands together. I was restless as hell, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Blake. I went upstairs and started the shower, figuring a hot soak would help ease the tension a bit and get my mind back in the right place.
I pulled my hair up into a bun and took off my clothes, folding them neatly in a pile on the sink. When the temperature got hot, I stepped into the water, letting out a deep sigh as the water ran down my back. The steam blew up all around me as I ran my hands up my body, the shower spraying waterfalls over my breasts. It felt so good, too good almost. Immediately, my mind went right to Blake again, and my body did more than react. My palms floated over my nipples, the pressure of arousal making them hard. As the water trickled over my stomach and down to my hot mound, my breathing increased.
I opened my eyes and turned around to face the spray, trying to remember why I was taking another shower, to begin with. However, as the steam continued to billow out over the shower door, I pictured Blake naked with that perfect ass covered in the remnants of his own hot shower. Did he think of me, too, when he showered or when he went to bed late at night in nothing but his black boxer briefs? I’d been thinking of him, and I couldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to run my hands over his skin, feel that smooth, perfect ass in my hands. I wanted to know what was on the other side and just what he had in his arsenal that would rock my world.
I reached over and grabbed my loofah, squirting some vanilla chai body wash in it and ran it under the hot water, lathering it up good. I stood up straight and started to wash, at first like normal, but as I closed my eyes, I could see Blake’s hot body in my mind. I pushed the loofah down my stomach and opened my legs, rubbing it gently over my pulsing pussy. Imagined walking into Blake’s room late at night, finding him lying across his bed, completely naked. He opened his eyes and stared up at me in nothing more than my T-shirt and panties. A smirk moved across his face, heating my insides, making me want him even more.
Slowly, Blake sat up and pushed to the edge of the bed, putting his feet on the ground and moving toward me with finesse and charisma. Every inch of his muscular body swayed, his large cock at attention from the moment he saw me standing there. I didn’t move a muscle, just watched as he walked straight up to me, cupping my head in his large, manly hands and pressing his mouth passionately against mine. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling the tip of his cock pushing against the line of my panties. He reached down and grabbed the edge of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, letting my breasts spill out, bouncing up and down. He leaned his head down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it strongly, nibbling lightly with his teeth. I moaned, pulling my hand through his hair, leaning my head back, and feeling the power of his tongue whipping across my breast.
He reached down and grabbed my ass, lifting me up in the air and turning toward the bed. Gently, he laid me down, reached forward, and slid my panties off me. I wiggled beneath him, wanting him so badly, wanting everything he could give me. He smirked, pressing me back on the bed, and lying down between my legs. He smiled as he pushed his face down into my juicy pussy, immediately running his tongue through my folds. I moaned loudly, feeling the heat immediately shoot into my stomach. His tongue slid up through me and swirled around my clit, sending electric pulses through my entire body. I screamed out, reaching my hands above my head and arching my body into the air. I could feel every hair stand up on the back of my neck as the sensations moved through me.
Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, he slipped two fingers inside of me, pushing them deep inside and flickering the tips. A growl pushed from my chest. Every part of me aching to have the girth of his cock deep inside of me. My orgasm simmered so near, all I wanted was to come all over him, but I had to hold back. I had to wait for that rock-hard dick. I reached down and grabbed his face, pulling it up toward mine.
“Fuck me,” I whispered as he hovered over me.
“My pleasure,” he growled.
He lowered his body down and pushed forward, letting his cock slide through my juices. I gasped as he pushed harder, sinking as deep inside me as he could go. I lifted my legs up to his sides while he smoothed his hand down my thigh and began to pulse in and out of me. My breathing increased with his movements until I was so out of breath, I could barely contain myself. Screams echoed through my mind as he groaned deeply into my ear. I reached up and dug my fingernails into his back, pulling him toward me with force.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He moved his hips like a snake, his body rubbing against my clit as he fucked me harder and faster. I closed my eyes, burning with the heat of passion between us, the orgasm in me beginning to boil over. He grabbed my hips, swooping down and pushing as deep inside as he could, exploding every bit of control I had left. My body tensed and he arched his back, both of us writhing in passion as we came at the same time. I closed my eyes, every wave washed through my muscles until I couldn’t breathe anymore.
As the orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes again, but there was no Blake, no bed, no hot crazy sex, just me and my loofah in the shower alone. I put my hand on the wall trying to stabilize myself. If he could do that in my fantasies, I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like in real life.
11
Blake
Everything had been so good with work the past several days. I’d been pushing through things, getting shit on track, and going home feeling accomplished. However, as the days crept by, I found myself starting to feel lackluster yet again. The energy of the past few days was completely gone, and I couldn’t find a way to get it back. I needed to be on my game. I needed to get through the pain of that never-ending listlessness I’d been in for a year, but there I was, tapping my fingers on the desk, staring off into nowhere. I tried to hide it from Inez, but I could see the look of disappointment curled up on her face. There was no fooling her. She’d been my assistant for years and had been the one who kept everything together in the beginning. She knew when I wasn’t on my game; I didn’t even have to say anything. This was one of those times when she picked up on it before I even had a chance to sit down at my desk.
“Blake,” Inez said over the phone’s intercom. “Brandon Ives is on line one for you.”
“Who?” I replied.
“One of the other sponsors,” she said. “Remember? The guy with the crazy-looking hairpiece.”
“Oh, yeah,” I sighed. “All right, thanks.”
I waited until Inez hung up the intercom and then sat for a second with my hand on the phone. I didn’t feel like talking to the guy. He was like a cheesy car salesman, the kind who nobody wanted to deal with but everybody did because he was made of money.
“Brandon,” I said with fake enthusiasm. “Good to hear from you.”
“Blake, my man,” he said. “It was so good seeing you at the party.”
“You, too, buddy,” I lied. “What can I do for you today?”
“Oh, man, this is kind of embarrassing. I was calling because there was this woman, Eliza, at the party who was interested in getting to know you,” he said.
“Wow,” I replied, grimacing. Now this douchebag was playing mat
chmaker? “That’s interesting. I mean I appreciate it and everything, but honestly, I’m not really in a place for dating right now. I’m still not quite over losing my wife.”
“Oh, I get it man,” he said. “Just thought I would let you know.”
I talked to him for a few more minutes to placate him, promising to call for lunch when I had no intention to actually do so. I had zero interest in him or the woman he was talking about. I had been with a beautiful woman who’d cared way too much about the money, and I wasn’t about to go down that road again. I hung up the phone and sat back in my chair for a minute, exhausted from the call. I needed some air, so I stood up and walked out of my office, strolling through the different rooms down the hallways.
Photos and memorabilia from the NFL as well as other organizations we sponsored covered the walls. They had given me something every year since the company got involved. There used to be pictures of my wife, who had done work for the company in the beginning, but I’d gone through and taken all of them down. I couldn’t bear to look at them anymore.
I stopped in the hallway and stared at a picture of Pittsburgh Steelers head coach Mike Tomlin and me shaking hands and smiling. It had been a big day for me. I loved the Steelers, and the NFL had set my family and me up with box seats and allowed me to go back to the locker rooms. My wife had stayed upstairs seeing to Cooper since he was so little, but I had the time of my life. I shook my head, wondering where that happy guy had gone, and headed back to my office. A smothered sensation crept over me, and I couldn’t be there any longer. I gave up trying and left for home. At least there, I could get out of the suit and into some more comfortable clothing. I’d had enough of trying to be normal for one day.
I packed up my briefcase in case I decided to work from home and ignored the irritating stares I was getting from Inez. She knew it was probably the best thing for me to do. I wasn’t going to get anything done sitting there in that mood. She nodded her head to me as I left, not saying a word. I had driven the Mercedes to work that day, so I jumped in and headed toward home.
When I got there, the house was quiet, and I walked through to the kitchen to see if I could find Aly anywhere. She wasn’t downstairs, so I grabbed a bottle of water and headed upstairs to get changed. I figured she was in her room, working on school work or something. However, as I passed her bedroom, her door was slightly ajar, and I stopped in my tracks. I could hear the water running in her shower, but even more than that, I could hear loud moans echoing off the tiled walls. It stopped me short. I peeked into her bedroom. Her bathroom door was ajar as well. Everything in me wanted to walk in there and look inside. I wanted to see her pleasuring herself, to watch that sexy body in the hot water writhing in ecstasy, but I didn’t. It was wrong, I couldn’t go spying on the girl because she lived in my house.
Those sounds, though, that deep moan that pushed from her chest, were not only arousing but exciting as well. I hadn’t heard a woman moan like that in a very long. My cock was rock solid in my pants, and I stepped forward toward her door just as the shower was turning off. The change of sound knocked me back to my senses, and I turned, shuffling quickly down the hallway to my own room. I walked inside and quietly shut the door behind me, not wanting her to know yet that I was there.
The idea that Aly was pleasuring herself in the shower was absolutely nuts to me. The vision of that steaming hot stream of water washing over her soft, supple skin was hot enough, but to add the vision of her fingering her sweet pussy was driving me absolutely wild. I reached down and grabbed my cock, groaning at how hard it was.
Every fiber of my being wanted more. I wanted to hear more of those moans, I wanted more time to sit there and listen to her, and I wanted to know what she was fantasizing about. Was it me? That thought alone, the fact that she might have been pleasuring herself to thoughts of me, made me want to walk back to her room, throw her on the bed, and fuck her senseless. I wanted to make it so she didn’t walk right for days. I could pull her on top of me and watch those perfect tits bouncing up and down as she rode my cock into another orgasm. I bet she was really tight, really wet, and from the sounds of her moans, a hell of a lot of fun to fuck. She had the perfect number of curves, just enough hips for me to grab onto and really dig into her. I wanted so badly to be the one forcing those moans and screams from her throat. I wanted to watch her beneath me, her head back, her tits bouncing as I plowed her over and over again.
I put my hands up behind my head and puffed the air out of my chest, shaking my head. This wasn’t good. I shouldn’t be standing in my room thinking about fucking my son’s nanny, a woman way younger than me. I rolled my neck from side to side, trying to relax my body. I walked over and picked up the most boring book I could find off the shelf and opened it up, starting to read immediately. I had to get her out of my head. I needed to will my boner away so I could continue on with my day like a normal person.
After about two chapters, my cock had softened, so I changed my clothes and pulled on a pair of shorts, everything simmering down finally. I turned and walked from the room, not even looking at Aly’s door as I passed. When I got downstairs, I looked around for food for a minute and then found the plate of cookies on the counter. She must have baked them right before she got in the shower because they were still gooey and warm in the center. Just like I pictured she was.
No, stop it! I told myself, shaking my head. For Christ’s sake I was like a horny teenager. I finished my cookie and chugged a bottle of water, washing it down. I could hear Aly’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and I didn’t want to get into a deep conversation with her. Her moans were still echoing through my mind.
I shut the fridge and headed out of the kitchen and back toward the stairs. Aly was coming around the corner as I was getting close. She stopped and looked up at me with a smile, surprised to see me. She was fully dressed, but her hair was still wet from the shower. At first, I thought about not doing anything but nodding, but as soon as I saw that face and imagined her again up there writhing in that shower, a smirk moved over my lips. She looked at me wide-eyed for a moment, and I turned, whistling as I walked up the stairs. I chuckled to myself as I went, knowing it was a cruel game to play, but I didn’t want her to think I was in any way upset by walking into that. I couldn’t tell her how I felt, and I couldn’t act on how I felt, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t engage in a little innocent flirtation in the process.
Her cheeks had instantly turned red when I smirked. There was no doubt she knew that I knew what she was doing up there in the shower. Her coyness, her innocence even, it was hot as hell. The fact that she was at all embarrassed about me hearing turned me on big time. I was used to women doing anything and everything to get my attention, but I was not used to a shy girl with a body like hers. Part of me hoped the redness on her cheeks also had something to do with who she was thinking about while she brought herself to orgasm.
Maybe it was all wrong, maybe it was inappropriate, but in that moment, after struggling through work and through the day, it made everything so much better. I didn’t care if it was wrong anymore. It was the most amazing greeting from work I had ever received, and I kind of hoped there would be a repeat performance. Only next time, I might not be able to keep my cock to myself.
12
Aly
Everything was hazy and it felt like it was going in slow motion. I was in the sand, the beach close by, but I couldn’t see it for the fog. Below me, his hands wrapped tightly around my waist, was Blake. My body was moving wildly, riding his big, hard cock. I bounced up and down on top of him, swirling my hips around and around. I opened my mouth to scream out in pleasure, but nothing came out, only the sound of the water rushing the beach. His hands slid up my tits and grabbed onto them tightly as he growled wildly. My thighs were starting to shake, but my body drew closer and closer to the finish line. He moved his hands back down to my waist and started to pick me up and slam me back down on his cock. I growled, the fire burning deep inside of
me. Just as I was about to explode, my eyes opened wide and I found myself lying in my bed, alone.
It had been a dream, a really hot, crazy, sexy dream about my boss. Every single stroke of his hands had felt so real, so pleasurable. I wanted so badly to go back to sleep, to explode in orgasm on top of him, but that was not an option. I was incredibly turned on, my panties wet and my nipples rock solid. I rubbed my legs back and forth against the sheets, feeling the power of his presence down the hall from me. There was no way I was going to be able to get out of that bed until I had come, so I quickly pushed my hand inside my panties and closed my eyes, rubbing hard against my clit until I exploded in ecstasy. This time, however, I kept my lips firmly shut, making very sure I didn’t make a single sound.
When I was done, I rolled over in the bed and groaned, now wide awake in the middle of the night. When I was home and couldn’t sleep, I always baked, and that was exactly what I was going to do now. I threw on some pants and a sweatshirt and headed down to the kitchen, figuring I’d probably be the only one awake at that hour.
In the kitchen, I started to pull out ingredients, deciding that a cake would be the best thing for me to bake. I started mixing the sugar and butter together, my mind partly on my dream and partly focusing on what I was doing. In the background, I heard the door to the home gym open and close again. Blake had apparently been working out, and I had no idea he wasn’t in bed yet. I glanced over my shoulder as he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of water out and walked over, sitting down at the table, not saying a word. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and immediately, my mind went blank. All I could see were those rippling muscles, that tight chest, and the visions from my dreams where he was lifting me up and down on his cock. The heat between my legs began to rise, and I fanned myself.
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