His hand searches and finds my throat, binding it with his firm grip. I feel the first spurt of cum just as Candy grips her tits and begins to cry out.
“Oh fuck.” The breath is stolen from my lungs when a second finger is pushed throughmy opening.
I let my head fall back when he begins pumping in and out and I fire off, pouring cum into Sonja’s greedy pussy.
Mouths gasp for air like sprinters at the end of their race, and bodies drip with sweat and sin. Guilt swirls in my belly. Or is it regret? In the moment the pleasure was everything I needed, but in the light I feel sick at the reality of what I’ve done.What I enjoyed.
“Stop. Just say thank you and return the favor.” I look over my shoulder and see his satiated eyes assessing me. He slides his hand along the shaft of my softening dick, wiping it clean of our combined release and licks it clean, closing his eyes and sighing. “So good.”
Yeah. That’s the problem.
22
VALENTINA
Pain in my ass: Gorgeous! I miss you. Do you think I could stop by your office for a quick visit?
Me: Does it matter what I say? You’re going to do it anyhow, so come on over.
Pain in my ass: Have you eaten? Can I bring you something?
Me: I had an energy drink and carrots.
Pain in my ass: …and?
Me: And that’s it.
Pain in my ass: Mi Reina. That is not healthy. You need more. Gotta maintain that sexy body of yours. I’ll bring yousomething.
Me: No really, I’m fine. Lucy and I are meeting for a quick dinner before she and Chase leave for Colorado.
Pain in my ass: You’ll like what I bring. Just a small snack. And speaking of leaving out of town…I’m hoping we could talk about that.
Me: ????
Pain in my ass: I’ll tell you when I get there. See you soon. Wear something sexy.
Me: I’m wearing pimple patches and raggedy sweats.
Pain in my ass: Oh cool. Me too.
Islam the compact mirror closed and toss it in my drawer with a sigh. Slumping back in my chair, I close my eyes and hate myself for a minute.
“Why am I fixing my makeup? It’s just Nic. Annoying, irritating, handsome, sweet Nic. Errrr!”I push back from my desk and crash into the credenza behind me, shaking the pictures and (fake) plant that sit on it.
The last couple weeks, seeing him more and attending games, has begun to really wreak havoc on my ability to keep him at a distance. Physically and emotionally.
It’s easy to tell myself that this is a job and he doesn’t affect me in any way. But when I see him, my brain goes numb and my body takes the lead. And she’s a thirsty bitch. Add to that the way he looks at and kisses me, andmy will is standing on a wobbly heel that is about to break.
I don’t know how much longer I can continue this charade. If I was smart, I’d end this now. He’s playing amazing, he hasn’t done anything to jeopardize all that we have built, and I think he’s strong enough to focus on his training that he won’t be turning to random women to fill the void.
The sooner we can do the public break-up the better.
A softtap-tapsounds at my door before slowly opening and hinting at the gorgeous man standing on the other side.
“Val? Can I come in?” His voice is low and deep and it tickles the little girl inside of me who giggles in embarrassment.
I shake the thoughts of him, his voice whispering in my ear, away and sit up straight. “Come in.”
