by Penny Wylder
The others, on the other hand, are fun and they like to flirt with me. Not a day goes by that actually feels like work. They even stop by the apartment after work most days for coffee and just to hang out. I admit, I like the attention they give me. I’m not blind to the fact that each and every one of them eye-fucks me. Even Winston does in his subtle way. At work, I dress professionally, but at home, I like to parade around in skimpy shorts and tank tops. None of them has said anything about it, but they look at me like a pack of hungry dogs circling a steak.
At work, I like to keep things as professional as possible. I wear the appropriate length skirts and sweaters, form fitting, but not revealing, and my hair is usually pulled back. Only my high-heels are what some might consider over-the-top sexy, but there’s no way anyone is going to keep me from my stilettos. As long as they’re paired with the right outfit, they don’t look slutty by any standards.
It’s been a long day at the office. My eyes are beat. Looking at the blue light of my tablet all day has given me a low-grade headache and blurry vision. I need a break. Getting up from my desk, I go to the break room to grab my fifth cup of coffee of the day. On my way, I hear shuffling behind me. When I turn around, it’s Trey. He’s wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt. His hair is shaggy and there’s a day-old scruff of a beard on his face. He looks exhausted. Probably because he’s more of a night-owl and has been working day and night coding. Even though he looks a bit run-down, he makes it look hot. I guess it’s that whole bad boy vibe he gives off.
He’s highly intelligent. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him. At first glance, one might think he spends his time around skate parks or in dive bars playing pool. But he’s actually really dedicated to his job and knows his way around any computer system you throw at him. He’s also a wealth of knowledge. Anytime anyone has question, he has the answer. He even knows random things no one else knows. He’d be amazing on Jeopardy. I bet his IQ is off the charts.
He slowly approaches me. I back up until I’m against the counter. He keeps approaching until there are only a few inches between us. With all his baggy clothes, he doesn’t seem that large, but up close, he towers over me. He has beautiful tattooed arms, muscular, but not over-kill. When does he possibly have the time to work out? When do any of them have time for anything? It seems like any time they’re not working, they’re hanging out with me at the house.
“How have your first couple of weeks at work treated you?” he asks.
“Perfect. I love my job.”
He comes even closer. Close enough so I can feel his body heat and his breath in my hair. He smells like the cinnamon gum he’s always chewing.
“You’ve really changed this place,” he says. “It seems brighter here somehow. Even Winston isn’t such a stiff these days. I can see why everyone is into you.”
At first I was just basking in the compliments. It’s flattering to hear him talk about everyone being happier with me around, but they’re into me? I don’t even know what to say about that. I’m into them, too. Each of the men I work with has their own unique special quality about them. If they all came together like a Transformer, they would make the perfect man.
Trey leans toward me. My heart races. Is he going to kiss me? I hold in my breath and brace myself for it. If he kisses me, I don’t think I’d be able to stop. I would want more. I want him so badly right now my head might explode. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex with anything other than my dildo and I need it. I start to close my eyes, but instead of kissing me, he reaches over me and turns off the coffee pot.
“Your cup was about to spill over,” he says with the most infuriating, sexy smile.
My breath rushes from my lungs. He walks out like nothing happened. I have to hold onto the countertop to keep my knees from buckling. Then I laugh at myself for getting so worked up. I really need to get laid. I can’t help but think that there are five gorgeous men sitting out there who are perfect for the job. I’d be thrilled to be with any one of them. But they are my bosses and I probably shouldn’t think that way. It doesn’t hurt to fantasize, though.
Three
Ever since Trey told me all of my bosses are into me, I start to notice things I might not have noticed before. Nearly every morning Winston brings me a donut from a shop that is nowhere near the office or where we live. He says it’s for a pick-me-up, but he hasn’t brought one for anyone else. Feeding me seems to be his way of flirting, because there is always some kind of new chocolate or pastry landing on my desk. He’s definitely not as cold as he once was.
I notice Jason flirting with me at meetings. Derrek sends me flowers to make my apartment feel more like a home than a temporary arrangement. Trey is openly flirty with me in all capacities, and then there’s Beck. He’s been watching me. At first I thought that it was to keep track of my performance at work, but I’m starting to think it’s more than that.
I fumble like an idiot whenever I’m around him. I never know the right words to say, and yet he’s always telling me how smart and competent I am. I don’t feel that way. I feel like an air-headed school girl with a huge crush on her teacher.
When I get back to my office and he calls me over to his desk, my heart instantly jolts and I’m nervous. His desk has a partition so we’re somewhat hidden from the others. He leans back in his hair, holding some brightly colored squishy toy in his hands.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, picking at a corner of my fingernail. I don’t know what to do with my hands. Or my feet. I start to shift my weight. Why am I so awkward around him?
He chuckles. The sound of his beautiful deep voice makes me both relaxed and a nervous wreck at the same time, which doesn’t sound like it would make sense, but it’s how my body feels. It’s all very confusing.
“Everything is perfect,” he says.
God, he’s hot. Those green eyes under his thick lashes make me want to melt. My thoughts always end up dirty whenever I’m around him. Like now, how I picture myself straddling the chair. Those large, strong hands cupping my ass as he kisses me with those lush full lips.
“Okay,” I say, the word practically a squeak when my voice cuts out. I clear my throat to get it back.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink with me after work,” he says.
Hell yes I would! the words in my head are shouting, and inside my body is jumping, but on the outside I try to seem less desperate. Instead I smile pleasantly and say, “Yes, I would like that.”
He nods and smiles back.
I want to lick his teeth. They are just so white and straight. Those things are a dentist’s wet dream. But his teeth aren’t the only thing of his I want to lick …
“Seven?” he asks.
“I’ll be ready. Hopefully no one is hogging the showers when we get home.”
“I’ll make sure the one closest to your room stays empty just for you.”
“Thanks.”
I go back to my desk with an extra hop in my step. Seeing everyone at their desks, I feel a little guilty agreeing to go have a drink with Beck. I know the others like me, and I like them too. But Beck asked me out first and there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity. Is it wrong to want them all? It seems a bit selfish, but I can’t help how I feel.
I take my clothes off in my room and wrap a towel around my waist. Once I have my shampoo and everything else I need for my shower, I head down the hallway to the shower room closest to me. I can’t stop thinking about my date with Beck tonight. I have no idea what to wear or what kind of date this actually is. Or if it’s even a date at all. What if he just wants to talk about my job performance without the prying eyes of the others?
My hands are sweating and I’m getting nervous. I have no idea what to expect, which is hard for me because I’m a natural planner.
I’m thinking about Beck and this date, and not really paying much attention to what I’m doing, so when I walk into the shower room and there’s steam pouring out the door, I don’
t think much of it. Not until I see Winston facing the wall under the showerhead through the clear curtain. He turns around and our eyes lock. I feel the shocked look on my face, but he doesn’t look surprised at all to see me. Didn’t Beck tell everyone to keep this shower open? Did Winston do this on purpose?
He doesn’t even try to hide himself. He continues to wash himself while my eyes scan the length of his body. His skin is pale, slightly freckled as it tends to be with most redheads. His chest his heavily muscled and so are his arms. He looks like a cast member straight out of Outlander. I can picture him as a Scottish warrior in his clan tartan. And then my eyes land on the biggest dick I’ve ever seen outside of porn. He’s not even hard and he’s still bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. Flaccid, it’s easily the size of a soda can . I swallow down my surprise, suddenly very thirsty.
“I’m sorry,” I say, backing toward the door, but not quite able to look away. “Beck said I would be able to use the shower after work. I’ll go see if there’s another one open.”
My body feels hot all over and it’s not because of the steam in the room. “Trey is in one and Jason is in the other. There’s enough room in here for both of us. Two shower heads,” he says, pointing at them.
It’s tempting, and not only because I’d get to shower with one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen, but because I can’t go out without a shower. By the time everyone is done with theirs, there won’t be any hot water left.
“I’ll even face the wall. I won’t look at you,” he says, then adds, “and I promise not to touch.”
I hesitate, but then decide I don’t have much of a choice—not that I thought too hard about other options. If he’s facing the wall that means I get to look at his naked ass all I want.
“Okay,” I say.
It’s disappointing at first when he turns around and I no longer get to look at his beautiful, giant cock any longer, but then I get a different view of his strong, muscular ass and all is right with the world again. His shoulders are broad and his back looks strong and powerful.
I slip out of my towel and get into the shower. The warm water feels amazing and there’s something about being slippery and wet that makes this whole situation even more erotic. I never got close enough to Winston to realize just how big and tall he is. He might even be taller than Derrick. He’s massive, actually. If he wanted to, he could easily lift and flip me into any position he wanted without breaking a sweat. I envy any girl who has ever been man-handled by him.
Taking a deep breath, I fight the urge to reach out and run my hand along the hard, taut muscle of his ass cheek. I wash my hair as a distraction, then turn to face the wall to wash my face. Now our backs are to each other and I think about how close we are. One step backwards and our backs will be touching. I desperately want to feel his skin against mine.
I have no self-control, and so I take a step backward, but when I bump into him, it’s not his back I feel. What I feel is a giant hard cock at the small of my back. I whip around, eye-level with his chest. His proud dick is rock-hard and practically the length of my forearm, the head resting high above his belly button. I’m so mesmerized by it, I can’t look away.
“I thought you said you were going to face the wall,” I say, covering myself with my hands.
“I needed to rinse my back.”
“Sorry about this,” he gives his dick a little tug that makes me gasp. “It has a mind of its own when you’re around.”
For a moment I’m able to look away from his gorgeous cock and make eye contact with him. His bright red hair clings to his forehead and water drips from the tip of his nose. His green eyes never waver from mine. Given our situation, he’s being very respectful not to ogle me. I wonder if it’s as hard for him not to want to reach out and touch everything as it is for me.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says. “We’re roommates now. We’ve all seen each other naked from time to time.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” I insist.
He motions to my arms which are still covering all the vital sexual parts of my body. I put them down at my sides so I’m fully exposed. “I’m not embarrassed,” I say again, but firmer this time, like I mean it.
His eyes drop to my breasts and he lets out a low sound deep in his throat. “Good. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”
The way he looks at my body causes a pulse between my legs and a deep ache.
“I should finish washing myself,” I say.
“Go right ahead.”
He doesn’t turn to face the wall again, and I don’t mind at all.
I grab my body wash and lather myself up, running my hands along my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs, taking extra time there to try and relieve some of the pressure without it being obvious that I’m pleasuring myself in front of him. I can hear his breathing and see the cords of muscle in his arms flexing as he opens and closes his hands into fists, as if he’s fighting an urge not reach out and have his way with me.
I grab my loofa, struggling to reach my back.
“Need some help with that?” he says.
“Could you?”
I hand it to him. He adds more body wash and I turn my back to him, closing my eyes. He washes my back with the loofa, but then suddenly the loofa is gone and his hands have taken its place. I let out a startled breath as he starts to massage my shoulders. He runs his hands along my back and sides and down to my butt. He spends most of his time there. Each of his hands is the same size as my butt cheeks. He massages them with soap, cleaning me.
I let out a startled sound as his hand slips into my crack and cleans me there. He spreads my cheeks, and I know he’s getting a good look. I slightly bend over to give him a better view. The pad of his thumb rubs against the back entrance of my body and it feels so amazing. I let out a soft moan so he knows exactly how he’s making me feel. He applies a bit of pressure and I know he’s going to enter me with his thumb. I let out a slow breath and relax, waiting for it.
Then someone knocks on the door, startling both of us. He lets go of me and steps back.
“I’ll be right out,” I say to whoever it is.
Once I hear footsteps retreating, I turn to Winston. He has a guilty smile on his lips.
“I should probably go,” I say.
“Have fun tonight,” he says.
Does he know about my date with Beck? Do they all?
“Thanks,” I say and go back to my room.
Four
Beck knocks on my door exactly at seven. I wear the sexiest thing I own: a body contouring black dress with an open back and platform red heels. He stands there, his mouth gaped open when he sees me.
“Wow, you look incredible,” he says.
“So do you.”
He still wears the button down shirt and slacks, the same that he wears at work, but because he’s all in black, it gives the appearance of being more casual. Beck is always pristine, his clothes and hair impeccable. It’s part of his charm, but just once, I’d like to see him messy. If Trey and Beck switched places for just one day, I’d be a happy girl. Like I said, if I could take the different attributes of all my bosses and mix them together it would be a sweet and spicy cocktail and I would drink every drop.
I expect to see the others in the living room as we’re leaving. It’s the only part of the house that hasn’t been converted. There’s a communal TV where everyone gathers to hang out when they’re not in their own apartments or in mine. But no one is there, which I guess is a good thing. It feels awkward going somewhere alone with Beck. We usually all hang out together.
Beck opens the car door for me. I settle into the leather seat. The car has the same masculine scent as him, and I breathe it in, looking forward to our date/outing—whatever it is. We head into the heart of the city. The scenery is a blur as we get onto the freeway. I think about what happened with me and Winston in the shower and start to feel guilty. I should tell Beck. But at the same time, I’m hesitant. If this
is just a casual outing to talk about work, I don’t want to just pop off with some random detail of my sex life. If this is a date, then it might start issues in the house if he ever finds out on his own.
My mind is a flurry of confusion. I wish I knew what to do. I don’t want what happened with Winston to mess up whatever might be happening with me and Beck, same as I don’t want this outing with Beck to ruin what happened with me and Winston in the shower. Plus, there’s also my feelings with the others that I’m contending with. I wish my feelings were more black and white. I wish one of them stood out more than the others, that way I could make a choice and stick with it. Or if they had girlfriends, it wouldn’t even be an issue. I would never go after another girl’s man. Unfortunately, it’s not like that. I’m attracted equally to five perfectly single, astronomically sexy men and I want them all to myself.
I look over at Beck with his hand draped over the steering wheel, a little smirk on his face as though his mind is also somewhere else. As if he knows something I don’t.
“What’s funny?” I ask.
He glances at me, his smile broadening. “Not a thing.”
“Why are you smiling?”
He chuckles quietly. “You’ll see.”
We go to the roof of a swanky bar downtown. The décor is minimal. Everything is white and clean. There are several cabanas with lounge chairs and circular outdoor beds beneath them. Twinkling lights are strung up everywhere and are the only light except the candles glowing on the tables. The stars are bright and the weather is perfect. There’s a view of the bay. The scent of the ocean and the restaurant downstairs is a nice touch. It’s the kind of bar that should be hopping on a Friday night, but there’s no one up here. At least I didn’t think there was until we walk further into the center, and in one of the cabanas, are my four other bosses.