HIM

by J. M. Elliott

  I watch him continue to touch himself. I cannot take it anymore and grab his hand that is inside me. He looks up at me in the mirror and stops fingering me. He stops touching himself too.

  "What?" he questions, bewildered.

  I take his hand out of my panties and turn around facing him.

  "Go sit on the toilet," I demand and push my hand against his chest.

  He walks over to the toilet and sits down. I pull my panties down and step out of them as I walk toward Luke. He slides his pants and briefs down around his ankles. I straddle him as I grab hold of his thick cock and slowly lower myself onto him. I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes. I let out a moan through my nose as I lower myself down farther onto him. He grabs my ass and helps me slide down more. I suck hair through my teeth as I am still a little tender from the other night when he took me from behind. I kiss him as I bring myself back up his shaft and bite his lower lip. He moans and squeezes my ass tightly. I slide back down slowly.

  "Oh, my f-f-fuck!" he stutters through a moan.

  I continue moving up and down teasingly slow until I become wetter, and the tenderness of my vagina dissipates. Luke's eyes are closed when I look at him and begin to pick up the pace, only taking half of him, which is all I can handle right now. I let out a gasp when he squeezes my ass and pushes me down farther on him. After a little bit, I start to tingle more and lose control. I move up and down his shaft quickly. Luke moans and groans with every pass I make. My chin begins to shake, and I can barely feel my legs. I want to stop because it hurts but can't as it feels way too good.

  I throw my head back and let out a low grumble as I orgasm. Luke grabs my hips, pushing me up and down him, then lifts me off his penis as he holds himself and comes. I sit down on the cold bathroom floor as I collect myself from the tingling feeling that radiates throughout my entire body. It's even in my face this time, and I feel like I'm ready to pass out. Luke tries to catch his breath as he rests his head back, still holding himself.

  "You're unbelievable on top, Ali," he says, still out of breath.

  I stand, still shaky, and grab a hand towel. I give it to Luke to clean himself up. I fix my hair, check my makeup, and clean myself down below. I walk over to Luke and kiss him while he is still complying himself. I leave the bathroom to get dressed and pack up my hair and makeup stuff in my suitcase. I put on my navy-blue pleated dress pants, an off white high necked, exaggerated sleeve blouse, and black flats. I head back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

  Luke is washing his hands when I enter. He looks at me and smiles; I return his smile and grab my toothbrush. I brush my teeth as he wraps his arms around my waist, watching me in the mirror. I rinse my mouth, apply some lip gloss, then turn to face him. He looks down at me and kisses me on the nose. I close my eyes, taking in the moment.

  "I'm going to miss you while you're away," he sighs.

  I lay my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat. The thumps are soothing.

  "I'm going to miss you too. It's only a few days. I need some time to heal anyways," I giggle.

  He lets out a laugh through his nose.

  "I know!"

  We hold each other a bit longer before parting. Luke carries my bag downstairs and out to my car. I check to make sure everything is shut off inside before I leave. Luke is leaning against my car; he is in his work getup and hat backward. He's looking hot as usual.

  "You look sexy in that professional shit you're wearing," he states.

  "Thanks! You look sexy in your work clothes, " I reply as I stop right in front of him.

  He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, hugging me while holding onto my ass. I hug him back as he kisses my forehead, then rests his chin on the top of my head. He grabs my hand and walks me around my car to my driver's side door. He pushes me against my car and cups his hands behind my head and kisses me with the slight passing of his tongue.

  "Drive safe," he says.

  "Will do," I reply.

  "Text me when you get there," he orders.

  "Aye, aye captain!" I joke as I give him a salute.

  He gives me an "I'm not amused" look then smirks his sexy ass smirk. He opens my door, and I get into my car.

  "See you in a few days," he sighs.

  "Bye, handsome," I reply.

  He closes my door, and I start my car. I watch as he walks to his truck and climbs inside. He begins driving down my dad's driveway, I follow behind him.

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  I arrive at Façade just a little after three, just in time for the afternoon meeting. I park in my usual spot in the parking ramp, check over my hair and makeup, then send Luke a text letting him know I made it. I enter the building and immediately feel like I'm in a foreign place. Since the day I started my internship as a Sophomore in college four years ago, I haven't felt this way. I feel almost uncomfortable like I shouldn't be here. I don't know why I feel like I don't belong here now. I've only been gone a little over a week. The smell is different or something; maybe my mind was so accustomed to how my dad's shop and his house smells, it erased the smell of Facade. Perhaps, the feeling is more so coming from my time spent with Luke. I can still picture him in front of me, the sight I saw of him in my mirror this morning.

  My phone buzzes. It's Ris.

  "Hey!" I answer.

  "Are you here yet, bitch?" she asks.

  "I just walked in," I reply.

  She squeals loudly, then hangs up. I can hear the fast pace clicking of heels on the concrete floor as I walk farther into Facade. Ris appears around the corner doing a little jog, quick step thing. We hug, and she walks with me to our offices. I am so glad to see her; she will distract me from my thoughts of Luke and wanting to be back at my dad's.

  Ris doesn't look much different when she is dressed professionally; her business attire is just as hoochie. She is wearing a white with black pinstripe darted waist, a-line silhouette, mid-thigh skirt that falls to an edgy, asymmetrical hemline, and a tight black crew neck cropped shirt, showing a sliver of her midriff. I assumed with this outfit that she'd be wearing her suede thigh-high boots, but instead, she shows off her long ass legs with black lace-up, open-toe heels. Ris looks sophisticated with a slide of "fuck me hard" today.

  I could never pull off this look, or most of her looks, being shorter than her. Sometimes, I wish I were five foot eight like her, but for the most part, I am content at being five foot two and a half.

  We walk up the stairs to the second floor; Ris hates elevators and says if she's going to sit behind a desk all day, she will at least get some exercise. Ris and I reach the second floor, passing through different areas along the way before coming into the Designers quadrant of Facade. It's a massive building with two floors and eight quadrants on each floor.

  A cluster of fancy cubicles fills the middle of our quadrant, and offices line up the outer wall. Those working from the cubicles are the Interns and Designer Assistants. I sat there when I was interning during college. Most Interns become Assistants before becoming Designers, but Ris, myself, and two others skipped that part. Each Designer has one Intern and two Assistants under them except for our Senior Designer, who has four Assistants and no Interns.

  Our Senior Designer is Brady Adams; he's been with Facade for almost eight years now. He and Ris like to fool around a lot, causing some weird awkwardness and tension at work, more so when they're in between deciding if they hate each other or want to have raunchy sex. He is very good looking but overly cocky and arrogant. Brady is Troy's best friend; that's how we met.

  My office is at the end of the quadrant, next to the Senior Designers office, the largest office. Ris's office is across from mine and three down, away from Brady, which is good. All the Designer offices have glass walls and doors. Barrett claims they open offices to light and collaboration, allowing for a more positive work environment and connectivity. A see-through office happens to be the latest rage at the workplace right now here in Milwaukee. We are on-trend for s
ure, well, I think we may have started it.

  "Brady is in his usual dickish mood today," Ris whispers as we come closer to her office.

  "So, you two are hating each other right now?" I laugh.

  She curls her lip up at me and growls, then darts into her office as she sees Brady, flicking me off from inside.

  "Ali, welcome back," Brady says in a smug but semi-delightful voice.

  Brady is average height, around five foot ten or so, and very brawny. He is a workout, protein shake, and eat well-balanced meals type. He has sandy blonde hair shaved on the sides, longer on top, and slicked back. It is sort of like how Zack Morris's hair is from the classic sitcom Saved by the Bell. Brady has light brown eyes and a decent smile with dimples. His personality makes him unattractive and unbearable to be around. We almost match our attires today. He is wearing navy dress pants, an off-white button-up, and black dress boots.

  "Thank you, but I'm only back for a couple of days," I reply with a smile then cut across the cubicles toward my office.

  He follows behind me as I make my way to my office. I can feel his piercing stare, knowing that he's checking out my ass and making a disgusting look on his face. I open the door to my office and walk-in with Brady hot on my trail. I walk around behind my desk, setting my purse down.

  "Do you need something, Brady?" I ask rudely.

  "Not really," he replies as he sits down on the edge of my desk.

  I roll my eyes. He thinks he can do whatever he wants and that every woman should swoon over him. Most do, but I'm not too fond of his arrogance at all. He bothers the living piss out of me, but for some reason, he always has his nose shoved up my ass. I'm sure it's because I'm one of Barrett's favorites or the fact that I'm the only girl in this entire building that won't sleep with him.

  "Does Troy know that you're back?" he asks, picking at his cuticles.

  "Not yet," I reply quickly.

  My two Assistants enter. They greet me and give me my messages from the past two weeks, paperwork, and talk about my sizeable commercial account with the Christiansen's. Ignoring Brady as he watches me from my desk, I continue my work as if I am going about a typical day at the office. He looks down at his watch, then grabs the paperwork from my hands, and tosses it on my desk.

  "It's meeting time," he says snarkily.

  He ushers me out of my office while glaring at my assistants. I quickly walk away from him and meet up with Ris, who is waiting for me at the end of our quadrant so we can head to the conference room for our four o'clock meeting together.

  "What the hell was that all about?" Ris asks, in a semi-bitchy voice.

  "Nothing. Brady is just on me like a fly on shit today," I reply, sort of brash.

  Ris is annoyed but can tell that I am disgusted by him and gives me a side hug, and we continue our way to the conference room for the meeting. Brady is unbelievably tacky and grosses me out by his lack of respect for women. He literally makes my skin crawl. He is like the male version of Bridget, the very definition of man whore. He has some nerve to show so much disrespect to me and my assistants. He's infuriating.

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  We enter the conference room, which is in the center of all the quadrants on the second floor. A glass exterior also surrounds it. Ris and I both take a seat next to each other at the far end of the large steel rectangular table. Most people like to be the closest to the door, but we want to sit the nearest to Barrett, who sits at the end farthest from the door. A white Facade folder, a legal pad, and a pen lay in front of each chair.

  There is a refreshment station at the back of the conference room with various beverages and snack-type items. I usually grab a water and a granola bar, but I don't feel like it right now, since I have only been at work for an hour. Others trickle in, including Brady and some other higher-ranked Designers. Barret is the last to arrive at every meeting.

  Quite a few people have noticed my return and ask me how I am doing. It is a nice feeling to know that my coworkers, who drive me bonkers most of the time, actually care about my well-being. Brady sits directly across from both Ris and me; I'm sure to torment her as always. Barrett enters a few minutes after we have all taken our seats.

  He never wears business attire like most CEOs of a company would. He always wears jeans and a sweater over a collared button-up shirt. Today is no different. Barrett is kind, yet affirmative, when it comes to business and Facade, but outside of the office, he is a riot, and his wife is the sweetest, soft-spoken person I have ever met.

  He is built a lot like Brady, and they are around the same height for the most part. Barrett is very youthful-looking and handsome; his hair is always perfectly cut and styled, as if he gets it cut right before we see him every day. He is the personification of cool and collective. He has some gray on the sides, but other than that, you would never guess that he is fifty years old. I love working for him and spending time with him and his wife outside of work.

  "Good to see you, Ali, "Barrett whispers.

  He passes by me and makes his way to the end of the table. He takes a seat, with all eyes on him, and puts a Facade folder down on the table and opens it.

  "Good Afternoon, everyone! It's great to see Ali back after her short absence. She will be here tomorrow then will be working from home for a while. If anyone has any questions for her while she is here, please feel free to reach out to her; otherwise, contact her through work email or the company chat," he announces.

  Barrett's forthcoming announcement regarding contacting me once I start my leave makes me feel better after Brady being an obnoxious prick with his disheartening banter earlier. It shows how personable my boss is, as well as how he appreciates his employees. Brady should notes; he may learn a thing or two.

  "Team, let's discuss new and current projects that are taking place. Brady, what is the latest news in Commercial?" Barrett asks.

  Brady begins to discuss what all of us in quadrant thirteen and fourteen are currently working on. In our quadrant, we focus mainly on commercial projects. The second floor is quadrants nine through sixteen, which are Commercial, Industrial, Landscape, and Urban Architecture. The first floor consists of Housing, Research, Interior, and Sustainable Architecture.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket. Trying not to look conspicuous, I slide my phone out and peer down at my lap under the table. We are not supposed to bring our phones to meetings.

  I open two texts from Luke, including one with a picture of what looks like a 1950's Cadillac and the other about my safe arrival. His messages make me happy, but I miss his sexy smile, gorgeous body, and his soft touch. I've had a pretty great week getting to know him, including the incredible sex we've recently started having. I shouldn't get myself started on thinking about our sex life right now.

  I look around the room to make sure no one has noticed that I am on my phone, and quickly reply to his text showing interest in the classic he is working on and letting him know I miss him without coming straight out and saying it. My phone buzzes almost immediately after I send my reply to Luke. Wow, he's quick to reply today, but it's not from Luke. It's a message from Troy.

  Heard you're back. Can I take you to dinner tonight, please?

  I guess he did not get the hint that I am not interested in dating him right now, or he could just be being himself and wanting to see how I am doing since I left. I did leave to attend my father's funeral and deal with what comes after losing a parent. I will text him back after I find out if Ris has any plans for us tonight. Either way, I do not want to see him while I am back in town for these few days.

  Ris kicks me under the table, I jump and look at her.

  "Hello? Earth to Allison?" Brady says, in a stern and loud voice.

  "I'm so sorry, what was it that you asked?" I reply.

  I have not been paying attention to what he has been talking about since he opened his mouth. I tend to do that when he speaks.

  "Where are we at with the Christiansen account?" he demands.

 
"Oh, yes. The account is currently on hold, but my assistants took care of any questions or concerns during my absence," I state calmly.

  "Have you spoke with these clients at all in her absence?" Barrett asks Brady.

  "No, they are not my project," Brady snaps.

  Barrett turns in his chair, and the expression on his face changes into disappointment.

  "You're the Senior Designer, Brady, all projects are your responsibility," he says firmly.

  They go back and forth, arguing over the largest Commercial project our firm has going on right now. Little does Brady know that I have a close relationship with the Christiansen's, as I do with most of my clients. Thankfully for me, they know what I was going through and that I would be away from the office for a few weeks. Barrett is also aware of all of this. My time away has given the Christiansen's enough time to get the proper documentation into us for the massive project they have in store for myself and my team.

  I am the Lead Project Designer for this building design, and it pisses Brady off because he usually is the one to receive such a position on a project. My clients requested that I be the one in charge; therefore, Barrett gave me responsibility. I have all the designers on the floor, interns, and specialties needed to develop the project; however, I see fit. Brady is my bitch during this project. We will be designing a chain of five-star hotels to be built in four major cities right here in Wisconsin.

  I am super nervous about the project but also very excited at the same time. I have not overseen the design of a building from start to finish. I have only led the lighting concepts for Commercial projects; this is a huge honor and change for me. I need Brady's help, but I know he will be a douche during this project because he did not receive it himself. I hope I do well, being five hours away when I leave on Saturday.