Broken Enagement

by Gage Grayson

  With my forefinger and my middle finger, I reach down towards her pussy lips. They’re as wet as anything I’ve ever felt.

  I watch Maddie’s head roll back into the comforter. She moans softly, and I move my fingers up and down her lips until finally inserting my forefinger—just a tiny bit, teasing with a subtle touch.

  Maddie’s groans get louder and louder until I stop, taking my hand away for a moment before starting again.

  Like metal to a magnet, I find her clit.

  I begin touching it as lightly as I can, keeping my fingers in its vicinity as I move down the bed and finally bring my head into the position it’s been longing to reach—the position to give Maddie mind-blowing gratification.

  I kiss her inner thighs gently, one after the other, moving back and forth before I begin with soft tongue movements, driving both of us mad as I get closer and closer.

  The sweet, mystical scent is drawing me in, and I feel the unmistakable energy of neither of us being able to take the teasing any longer.

  It’s time to begin on my own masterpiece.

  I feel the electricity flow through me.

  Like my understanding of a painter at a blank canvas, I try channeling every bit of emotion that I’ve ever had. I try to feel whatever unconscious urges are feeding my desire, and I feel the ethereal energy in my tongue.

  I lick around her lips gently with my flattened tongue, guiding my creative impulse to create the most pleasurable patterns possible.

  As an artist, it’s always nice to get feedback. Critique is good, but praise is usually better.

  And I take the sweet song that Maddie’s singing—a song of breathless, unbridled ecstasy in the form of her signature squeaks and moans—as the highest praise imaginable.

  I start using my lips a bit, too, moving slowly up and down. I work my tongue back in, then I pull back slightly as she comes.

  My mind is absorbed fixedly on Maddie, but I manage to notice the feeling of my own rock-hard cock for the first time, pressed as it is by my own weight on the foot of the bed.

  It is absolutely ready to explode at the sights, sounds, aromas, and energy of Maddie’s climax.

  “Fuck,” she breathes. “Fuck me right now.”

  I catch a momentary flash of her eyes, telling me that that wasn’t literal—we both know my masterpiece is not quite finished. Maddie pointing at my head and back to her pussy seals the deal.

  I redeploy my lips back to the lips of her pussy, offering her clit a few soft taps of my tongue before moving onto the finishing touches of this magnum opus.

  My lips fall tenderly into place, as if they’ve arrived home at long last. I create a faint suction, increasing and decreasing the intensity in the mildest of waves, moving along with Maddie as she’s possessed by the demon of unspeakable delight.

  I keep my lips where they are, moving my head back in rhythm with Maddie as she thrusts her cunt at my face, the sheets shifting underneath us as she grabs two fistfuls of the comforter tighter and tighter.

  As she comes again, Maddie lets out a loud shout, neither high nor low, just an uncontrolled yell from the most primal part of her, with no thought or intent.

  I move back and grab my pulsing cock, letting out my own unthinking moan, but stopping short of coming.

  Maddie watches my cock for a leisurely moment, playing lightly with her nipples.

  “Come on, for real this time,” she says. “I’m ready.”

  I don’t know if I’m ready—I still remember those shockingly intense waves of pleasure from all those years ago—but there’s no time like the present, as they say.

  As if there’s a clear path laid out in front of my dick, I thrust naturally towards Maddie and bring in just the tip at first.

  “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” Maddie shrieks as I feel the entire world vibrate. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  No time to be cute with the usual teasing, no drawing out and working my way back. Right now, the path we’re on has no room for that.

  “Exactly what you’re fucking doing, yes. More, k-keep...more.” Maddie’s drifting off into blissful incoherence as she floats to paradise.

  I stay on the path slowly, without changing direction.

  “Unfffff.” I make another dumb, primeval noise as I get deeper.

  “Oooooooooh.” At least Maddie’s noises have some clarity to them.

  I close my eyes.

  I must still have fine art on my mind, because I see a split second of a faint, bluish color that then shifts to violet before vanishing.

  It’s the type of thing I’ll sometimes see if I’m drifting off to sleep after being awake for too long, or that one time I was trying transcendental meditation at the insistence of one of the partners at my firm…

  But now it’s gone, leaving just the brightness of my floor lamp shining through my eyelids.

  I open my eyes, my pupils dilated with excitement, letting in the light bathing the bedroom.

  Maddie and I are working on another tour de force, and this time it’s a collaborative effort.

  We’re operating together perfectly, like two performers with seasoned chemistry that can only come after decades of experience.

  Except this time, it’s immediate and so fucking natural.

  I’m not considering every detail or spending too much thought. It’s just happening, us complementing and completing each other’s movements in our classic missionary pose.

  It’s going perfectly, because there’s no other way it could go.

  Moving any other way than how I am now would be unthinkable, maybe impossible. We reach every subtle change of pace at the exact same moment, fluctuating but building on an upward course—faster, more intensely.

  Climbing the mountain together, I’m already passing heights I’ve never seen.

  We’re both groaning, growling, roaring out nonsense syllables—our yelps alternating, then concurring, quieting down for a second…

  We’re not at the summit yet, but we can see it in the distance.

  There’s still some miles to go before we scrawl our signatures on this masterpiece.

  After the breathy hush of reaching another new height, Maddie slices through the silence with a wild, vulgar shriek as we shift onto our sides.

  Shooting fires from our eyes at each other, it’s time for our finishing touches.

  It’s not that I’d choose for this to end, but the end of this is as undeniable as every part of it—a masterpiece with nothing out of place.

  But fuck the metaphor—we’re past that now. Now we’re just fucking. We’re still not at our peak, but we’re going at it wildly.

  I’m feeling those waves of pleasure like I’ve felt with no one else, riding them as they take over every part of my mind, my body, giving me no choice but to live in this moment as it builds and builds.

  Maddie’s gripping my biceps, digging her fingers hard into my arms as we shout uncontrollably…

  Oh, fuck, it’s fucking here. Maddie comes first, shuddering and cooing with her latest orgasm.

  Our instincts still entwined, Maddie and I slide just slightly away from each other. With my cock back out in the open air, the emerald blaze of Maddie’s eyes does not leave me as I reach my summit—and we stay passionately fixed on each other as I come.

  Ethan

  “Have a good night, my friend.”

  Seriously, what kind of shit is that?

  I mean, after that artistic mountain we climbed—among other mixed metaphors—that was how Maddie wanted to leave things?

  I’m not one of those guys who complain about being called a friend. I don’t know what Maddie and I are, but however she wants to put it, it’s fine.

  It’s not the word, it’s the expression. My friend.

  It was painful enough the first time, even though I told myself I wouldn’t get wrapped up in it. I should just enjoy it while it lasts—for real this time.

  And now someone’s knocking loud and insistent as fuck
on my office door.

  Goddammit. I was enjoying a nice Tuesday morning.

  “Is that one of the partners?” I ask.

  “The fuck do you think it is?” The voice at the other end of the door calls.

  “Come on in, Roger.”

  Roger throws open the door. “Only you would presume that a partner at this firm would bother knocking at your door,” he complains.

  “Junior partner,” I correct Roger. “What brings you here all the way to this end of the hallway?”

  “I think you might want to stand up for this.”

  I take my feet off my desk and sit upright. That’s as far as I’m willing to go without hearing Roger’s urgent news.

  “You’re going to need to actually stand and walk sooner or later,” Roger continues, “I know you know about the meeting. You know everything we talk about.”

  “I’ve never heard anything about this. It is right now?”

  “Well, it’s supposed to be a meeting only for ownership, managing partners, you know.”

  “But then?”

  “But then we realize you’re important enough...”

  “Am I important enough?” I ask. “Or is it just my dealings with cashflow that necessitate my presence?”

  By now I know that the SEC is here—that Maddie’s here—but I’m trying not to let that take over my mind.

  “You know, I can’t answer that. I don’t think anyone could.”

  That’s a good response.

  “It’s the SEC, right?”

  “Yeah, the same examiner you’ve been talking to.”

  There’s a lot that goes on behind my back. I’m realizing how out of the loop I’ve been, and it’s more of a relief than a disappointment.

  But that’s all irrelevant, because I’m in the fucking loop now whether I want to be or not.

  “I just want to get this straight: there’s a meeting with—”

  “The SEC lady you’ve been talking to,” Roger interrupts me, “if you didn’t remember.”

  “No, I remember. And it’s now?”

  “Right now.”

  Maybe Coney Island is just a sweet little epilogue to an extraordinary, long-ago week. That would be okay. Right?

  Roger was right. I need to fucking stand up. So I do.

  “You ready there, buddy?” Roger asks, knowing that his patronizing tone will drive me crazy.

  “Yeah, buddy.”

  Roger nods, respecting the way I throw his tone right back at him. That makes me feel okay, but, fuck, here we go.

  The SEC lady. Madeline.

  Not Maddie. I can’t think of her that way.

  Madeline.

  It’s time to figure this shit out.

  I follow Roger down the hallway.

  “I hope you understand it’s not a bagels and coffee meeting,” Roger says as I follow him, digging his patronizing tone in a little deeper.

  That’s okay. I can’t operate as a total lone wolf in this neighborhood. Compared to other people in this business, Roger and the rest of the firm aren’t that bad.

  Not from what I’ve seen, anyway.

  “Oh, my goodness, no!” I retort. Roger ignores me.

  As much as I need to be Mister Barrett right now, for my own good and everyone else’s, Ethan is making himself known.

  Also, my legs are getting too fucking heavy to move as we get within a few feet of The Boardroom. This is not a conference room—this is The Boardroom.

  That is not what I find intimidating. To me, it’s just another fucking room.

  But this will involve the upper management of the firm. And Madeline.

  AKA Maddie from my fucking honeymoon in Hawaii that I’m still thinking about—and still would be thinking about even if Coney Island never happened.

  My legs are moving again.

  This is life, and it can be pretty fucking funny sometimes, even as I look into The Boardroom.

  Even as I catch sight of Madeline.

  I walk quickly, so I don’t even see her face, her eyes, but I know that it’s her.

  I see her golden hair. I see what she’s wearing: a purple suit with white pinstripes. I get just the lightest visual taste of her shapeliness.

  I file in, and Roger files in. The partners talking and jabbering—just the usual, casual pre-meeting sort of din.

  I’m just here at work. No personal feelings involved.

  Maddie’s here.

  She’s a fling, though. That’s how we both see it; we agreed on that a long time ago.

  Not my only fling, either, and not the only great sex I’ve had. It’s also not the only fling that I’ve returned to long time after it ended originally.

  It’s time to stop thinking about that, anyway.

  I don’t sit at The Board table very often. That’s what we call it, at least.

  Honestly, I’m not a big fan of that weird, varnished wood or that the table is so fucking immense it takes up almost the entire room—but I don’t make a habit of complaining about it, and this time I don’t say a word while walking through the Boardroom.

  I don’t look at Madeline or anyone.

  I walk over to the far side of the table at the far side of the room, and I sit at the end of the table furthest from the entrance.

  Hey, they wanted me in this meeting, so I’m going to take the seat I want.

  Just as I get to the other end of the boardroom table, take my uncomfortable seat, and face forward, there she is again.

  I can’t avoid looking at her now, in all her purple suit, white pinstripe, and wonderful shapely glory.

  “So...” Madeline projects her voice clearly across the old office meeting room.

  This is a historic building, over a century old, nicknamed The Cathedral of Commerce. Hearing Maddie’s voice, and the way everyone shuts up, she really knows how to fucking take control of one of the most imposing rooms in the city.

  “So, what?” I project back.

  Maddie’s eyes widen a tiny bit, and she gives me a be quiet look from down the table. I don’t think anyone notices.

  “So, as most of you here know, we’re revisiting some of the issues that we came across during last year’s audit...”

  “You mean like some unfilled forms?” Andrew, a junior partner, shouts in interruption from the middle of the table. “Is that why we’re disrupting all our business, so we can sit around a fucking conference table?”

  Andrew, who tries to make everyone call him Drew, looks around the table smugly.

  “No, we’re well beyond that,” Maddie flings back. “I’m referring to the correlation between some of your securities trading and FDA announcements over the past—”

  “The FDA? Miss, we’ve got nothing to do with that. Are you sure you’re in the right place?”

  That’s Andrew again, being himself.

  “Does your portfolio include pharma stocks?” Maddie’s voice is soft and sweet as she asks, but it has a savagely sarcastic underbelly. Andrew’s face is instantly frozen in humiliation.

  As usual, Andrew’s just seeking attention, and watching Maddie shut him down so capably and fearlessly just made my fucking day.

  I meet Maddie’s eyes from across the table, ready to step up for Andrew’s unprofessionalism.

  “It includes drug stocks,” I tell her, “and it looks like Drew here has finally picked up his prescription for humility.”

  “Thanks for your honesty, Mister Barrett.”

  “Did I ever tell you my name? How do you know so much?” I look straight at Maddie, with the slightest of smirks, and she stares back at me, struggling not to break her serious expression.

  “After all the times we’ve spoken, Mister Barrett, it would be very strange if I never learned your name. Don’t you think that would be strange…Ethan?”

  The rest of the Boardroom laughs, and now Maddie is smirking at me, daring me not to break.

  I don’t laugh, but I smirk again, meeting her stare. “You’ve got me, Madeline. I should alway
s know better.”

  “Hm.” Maddie breaks her stare and looks down at the table for a moment.

  There’s a room-filling awkward silence while Maddie blushes slightly.

  “I’m going to try to explain this without taking too long,” Maddie begins.

  “Take all the time you’d like,” I say. I watch Maddie’s eyes look out the window for a moment and back. “You’re going to need it with this bunch.”

  “Right, well...you gentlemen have all made it to the top of the Woolworth Building. None of you would be here if you weren’t good at what you do.”

  “The same goes for you,” I interject.

  Maddie gives me another annoyed look, but now there’s more than a hint of laughter in her eyes.

  “Yeah, so, people don’t get here with being knowledgeable, as I think you all agree.”

  “What’s your point?” Andrew growls.

  “Did you miss your nap this afternoon, Drew?” I ask smilingly.

  “I don’t need any of this shit.” Drew storms out, making a few of the other execs chuckle nervously.

  “I guess so,” Roger comments.

  “Please, continue,” I tell Maddie, “I’ll relay everything to him on Snapchat later.”

  “What?” Maddie says with a trace of a laugh. “Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with that...”

  “I agree, it’s great. I like the dog filter, personally, but Drew’s more of a Butterfly Crown man...”

  “What? No, not Snapchat, I mean being knowledgeable. There’s nothing wrong with that, but in the hedge fund world, it gets complicated.”

  We listen politely to the rest of Madeline’s speech. She’s not telling us anything new, but she’s making sure everybody knows exactly why there’s an investigation.

  She’s also trying to gauge our reactions, to see if there’s anyone who gets especially uncomfortable as she explains insider trading.

  “Is that all?” Roger asks after her speech.

  “That’s all from me, but...”

  The partners immediately start up their post-meeting muttering and begin filing out. Maddie stays where she is, watching and listening as everyone leaves.

  I follow the line of execs as they walk towards the door, but I stop where Maddie is standing, watching as the last partner leaves.