All of the pent up desire I have felt over the last two days, all of the dirty thoughts I have had about Brett, all come together in this moment and when my climax hits me, it hits me hard. My pussy clenches around Brett’s cock, making him moan low in his throat, a noise so full of lust that it only pushes me further over the edge.
My whole body tingles, my skin heating up, my nerves buzzing with ecstasy. My clit is going wild, pulsing and throbbing as my pussy contracts again, so tightly that Brett is held in place for a second.
I gasp in a breath and let it out in a strangled scream that turns into Brett’s name somewhere along the way and ends in a pained sounding moan as the pleasure consumes me completely.
Closing my eyes, I’m riding the waves that spread out through my whole body, each one reaching a little further than the one before it. I feel myself come, my pussy clenching once more and a rush of warm, wet liquid running from me.
Brett moans loudly as my juices flood him and he pushes his hands into my hair again, tugging it and making my scalp sting. He tugs my head into position and kisses me so roughly I feel like my lips are being skinned. But I don’t care, because it feels so good to be this close to him, and to know that I am effecting him every bit as much as he’s effecting me. My pussy twitches slightly as my orgasm begins to fade and my breath comes in gasping pants while I try to make up for the lack of oxygen as my orgasm squeezes my lungs to emptiness.
Brett pulls back from my kiss and with one last, hard thrust, his face contorts as he comes hard. He moans again, saying my name in that hot, husky voice.
I feel him spurting into me, his seed warm and welcome inside of me. His cock pulses, and another spurt of heat fills me. His whole body goes taut and he clings to me, holding me tightly against him.
His cock slips out of me, but he stays in place, standing between my legs and holding me in his arms. I wrap my heavy feeling arms around him and we both relax, trying to get our breathing back under control. I have dreamed of this moment since I first clapped eyes on Brett, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Even in my wildest fantasies, I didn’t expect him to be that good. I have never orgasmed like that before.
I thought this would get Brett out of my system, make it easier to be around him without being distracted by what I wanted to do to him. I see now I was wrong about that. Having Brett, feeling him moving inside of me, has only made me want him more.
I almost protest when he finally pulls back from me.
He smiles down at me as he pulls his boxer shorts and pants back up. He kisses the top of my head.
“Wow,” I manage.
“My thoughts exactly.” He finishes buttoning his trousers and starts on his shirt.
I’m suddenly conscious of the fact I’m still sitting on the counter top, my pussy totally on show. I close my legs and hop down from the counter top.
Brett watches me as I retrieve my panties.
I pass him his tie and jacket from the ground.
“Is that a hint?” he says. “You’ve had what you want and now I should just go?”
“What? No!” I exclaim, horrified that he would think such a thing. I only handed him his clothes because I suddenly feel awkward again, very much aware that I have just seduced my boss.
“I’m joking Opal.” Brett laughs.
“Oh,” I manage. I say it again and laugh, relief flooding me.
“I probably should go though,” he adds.
I nod, although everything in me is telling me not to let him go yet. To beg him to stay the night. To do that again, but slower, drawing it out, savouring every second of it. I don’t say anything though. It would seem too humiliating to beg him to stay.
“That probably shouldn’t have happened,” Brett says.
There’s no probably about it. It shouldn’t have happened at all. If Mr. Connell finds out, I know I will be fired. I can’t believe I’ve risked the career I’ve spent so long building for a couple of minutes of fun. But oh my God, was it worth it. And besides, it’s not likely that Brett is going to call his father and tell him what just happened.
Releasing a grunting sound, I hope Brett takes it as an agreement. He’s right, I can’t quite bring myself to say the words out loud and risk cheapening what we have just done.
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad it did though,” he adds with a smile that is almost shy.
“Me too,” I reply. That’s definitely something I can agree with out loud in real words.
He smiles as he puts his jacket on then stuffs his tie into the pocket. He reaches out and brushes his fingers across my cheek and then he kisses me softly on the mouth. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday then.”
I nod, already dreading the moment when I have to face him again. His softness is gone from his voice now and he’s all business again.
“I trust that I don’t need to remind you that this must stay between us,” he says.
“Of course,” I say quickly.
“And that it can never happen again,” he adds.
I nod, biting my lip to try and keep my disappointment from showing. Just what did you expect Opal? You put it on a plate and he took it. It’s not like he’s going to want to keep doing this.
