“You are. And your boss will support you. Because he sounds pretty switched on. I’ll bet he already smells a rat.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“I wanted to slap her so hard, though, you know? And I’m so angry at myself for not speaking up.”
“Cut yourself some slack. You were in shock. But I know you’ll work it out. And karma will get her in the end, Flo.”
It’s weeks since I’ve called her that. Weeks since we’ve talked like real friends. Weeks since I’ve felt like I can take a full breath. I’ve missed her so much. Missed the closeness. The honesty. The support. More than I ever thought possible. Which proves what I’m thinking of doing is the right thing.
We sit in silence, Greer’s head resting on my shoulder, my lips in her hair. I don’t know when it happens. One minute I’m comforting her, and the next, I’m stroking her hip and her nipples are hard points under her silk shirt. Images of her spread out on her bed flash through my mind and reality slips away. All the reasons this is a bad idea vanish as my blood pumps south. I can’t think about anything but how good she tastes. The feel of her lips on my cock, of sliding into her tight, wet heat. She looks up, and her eyes are glowing. As though she’s thinking about it too. And suddenly it’s more than thinking.
All the heat that’s been smothered by iciness the past few weeks comes bubbling up like a geyser, scalding us both.
My mouth comes down on hers in a ferocious kiss. Lips, tongues, teeth. Maybe if I kiss her hard enough, fuck her hard enough, I can force out this feeling, this longing. Of course, the reverse happens. The intensity feeds on itself. Her hands are pushing at my shirt. My hands are shoving at her skirt. In seconds, we’re both naked, her hand on my cock as I slide one hand into her folds while the other cups her breast, brushing her nipple with my thumb. I’m so hard. She’s so wet. And we’ve barely even touched.
I need to fuck her. Spinning her around, I push her onto her hands and knees. Christ, what a view. Her perfect creamy arse and glistening pink pussy. Pressing her shoulders towards the floor and holding her hip, I slam into her. Hard.
No sooner am I deep inside her than I pull out and she whimpers.
“Condom,” I say as I fumble one out of my wallet, open it up and slide it on as fast as I can.
Then I’m back inside her. Pumping hard. Fast. Again and again. Her moans and gasps spur me on. I need to fuck her out of my system. I need to brand her as mine for all time. I need … her.
Bending over her back, I pull the delicate skin where her neck meets her shoulder into my mouth, sucking hard, never breaking rhythm. And then she’s coming. Her already tight walls squeeze my cock until I can’t hold on any longer and I’m filling the condom with jet after jet of burning release before we collapse on the hard floor, glistening with sweat.
“Oh my God. I think I saw heaven.” She sighs.
“Your knees. Are you hurt?” We’re on a hardwood floor with nothing more than a couple of drop sheets for protection. Her knees will be bruised for sure, but I can’t quite bring myself to be sorry.
“I’m fine.” And stretching her arm out, Greer threads her fingers through mine and brings our hands to her lips.
“We have to stop doing this.” I roll off her and onto my side so I can see her face before I pull the condom off, tie it and drop it on the floor.
“You keep saying that. But your body doesn’t seem to have got the message.” Her hand wraps around my cock, which is still more than half-mast. In no time I’m fully hard again, throbbing at the feel of her fingers gliding up and down the still-sticky length. With a gentle push, she has me on my back, straddling my hips and rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock.
“Christ, Greer. What you do to me.”
“Wouldn’t it be a shame to waste such a lovely hard-on?” she whispers, as she trails her lips across my chest and belly until she’s taking just the tip of my cock in her mouth, sucking hard.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” I let out a strangled gasp as she alternates between licking my length and sucking the head, one hand squeezing the base while the other plays with my balls.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” My hips find a rhythm, lifting off the floor, thrusting into her warm mouth.
“You taste like both of us. It’s delicious,” she murmurs with a hum that vibrates her throat.
“Fuck. I’m going to come, Greer. I can’t stop.”
She sucks me right through another orgasm, my cum filling her mouth faster than she can gulp it down.
She licks her swollen pink lips and flops down on the floor beside me.
“You’re very good at that.” I don’t want to think about where she might’ve learnt it.
“You’re good inspiration.”
“This absolutely has to be the last time, Greer.”
