She does as I ask without question, sitting on the edge with her dress bunched around her hips. How have I been so fucking lucky to have a woman like this in my office? Standing, I push her legs apart and step in the gap between them, leaning down to kiss her deeply. I make sure not to touch any other part of her,building the anticipation. Only when she is making those sweet fucking needy noises do I pull away.
My restraint is being pushed to the limit, especially as I stare down at her pussy, pink and wet with her desire. Holly flushes at the intimacy of the moment and I think she’s going to close her legs, but she doesn’t.
“Good girl,” I purr with a wicked grin.
Dropping back into my chair, I lean forward and taste her. I had thought she tasted good before from when I sucked my finger, but this is nothing compared to the licking her pussy. I eat her out, drinking up every drop of her cum, smug in the knowledge that I was the reason behind it. She writhes and moans on the edge of the desk, no longer having to bite her lip or keep quiet. She’s close to coming again; I can feel it in the fluttering of her cunt as I use both my tongue and fingers. I could do this all night. Every night.
“Clay, fuck me.” She might have said it breathily, but there is no doubt in her eyes: she wants this.
My cock has more than recovered since she sucked me off, hard and ready between my legs. I want this more than I have wanted anything, but I have to check with her first, make sure she knows what this means. If we fuck, then she will be mine.
“Are you sure you want this?” I stand so I can lean over and press a kiss to her lips, needing to see her expression. “Things will change once we fuck.”
“I know,” she whispers this time, her eyes flickering with emotion. There is fear in her eyes, not of me, but of what this means. This is just as important to her as it is to me.
Grasping my cock in my hand, I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a condom, sliding it onto my dick with practised moves. I won’t deny that I want to see my cum sliding out of her, but there will be other times for that. Pressing my cock against her entrance, I slowly sink in, her moans spurring me on. Sheclenches around me, stretching and adjusting to my size. It’s taking all of my control to take this slow, not to slam into her, so I keep my focus on her face, using her expression as a gauge.
Finally, I reach the hilt, bottoming out inside her, and the feeling is pure perfection. We fit together like we were made for each other. Pulling back, I thrust back into her, checking that she’s ready. The heat in her eyes and the moan of need tell me she is. I start to move, thrusting slowly at first, but picking up the speed and depth, watching her face the entire time. Watching her emotions is such a turn-on, seeing how much she’s enjoying this only heightens my own pleasure.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, I massage circles into it each time I thrust into her. I’m not going to let myself cum until she does, no matter how uncomfortable that is becoming. I need to feel her climax around me, her cum coating my dick and knowing I gave her that pleasure. Thankfully her body responds to mine and I feel her tense up.
“Come for me, Holly,” I order in a low voice. This is all she needs to let herself go. Moaning my name, she throws her head back as the orgasm hits her. Her tight little cunt convulses around me, pulling me into my own orgasm.
Groaning loudly, I pump into her as my cock throbs, pulsing as I empty my load. Our ragged breathing and noises of pleasure fill the room as we stretch out our pleasure as far as possible. Dropping down so I’m on top of her but holding my own weight, I kiss her, slowly as though we have all the time in the world.
Pulling out of her, I grab some tissue and clean her up before removing my condom and tucking my dick away. Back in my chair, I pull her into my lap, her body soft and loose now in the aftermath of pleasure. Curling up against me, she puts her arms around my neck and holds on tightly, making small, tired noises.
Smiling down at the woman in my arms, I realise that I’m feeling something that I haven’t in a long time. The feeling that there might be a happy ending for me after all.
TWENTY-ONE
HOLLY
What a night. My date with Clay was… astronomical. Not just the mind-blowing sex, but the whole date was perfect. It was almost the complete opposite to my time with Bear, yet it was perfect for Clay to shine. If he had taken me to a fancy restaurant, I know he would have been uncomfortable and I wouldn’t have been able to get to know him fully. Listening to a band at his club where he’s in his element was the best way for me to see him with his guard down.
I saw a side of him last night that I haven’t seen before, and I can’t deny my feeling have intensified. The only problem is, I still feel the same way about Bear. I was hoping that my dates with both men would shed more light on the situation, especially when I wasn’t even sure that I was ready for a relationship at all. Both men know about the other, and we went into this with no labels or expectations, but eventually they are going to expect me to choose.
When I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was check my phone. Two messages awaited me, one from Clay, and onefrom Bear. My stomach did a flip of excitement and my stupid heart fluttered in my chest, knowing that they are both thinking of me making me feel giddy. Then my brain flipped into gear and I realised that I’m in trouble here.
Both of the messages are sat unread, my phone on mute and buried in my pocket. Today is a busy day in the bakery preparing for a wedding, the cake on order so complicated that I need my entire focus to be on getting that done and not distracted by the two men vying for my affections. I do feel a little bad for not replying, but I am ignoring my phone completely and not taking calls from anyone. They will survive a few hours without me messaging them.
The bakery is in chaos as the staff work on preparing bread and cakes for the wedding while still serving customers, while I work on the wedding cake in the back. Usually these are my specialty, but today I’m having issues getting the design to work.
A five-tiered cake, the extravagant design is made to look like a castle. Each layer is made up of a large hexagonal central cake, with four smaller ones on each side, creating the shape of the palace. The tiers get smaller until there is just one hexagonal cake at the very top. Getting the measurements and dowels in place for the structure was crucial in making sure it stays together, and so far, everything is looking good.
However, placing additional turrets, archways and adding intricate detailing to look like the fairytale palace the couple wants is proving to be more difficult. There is a point with every cake where you have to take a deep breath and trust the process, knowing it will look perfect once you have finished. I am most definitely at that point with this cake.
Letting out a sigh, I step back and look over what I’ve created so far. Hours of work have already gone into this and I still have so much more to do. My hair is escaping from my ponytail andfrizzing around my face thanks to the humidity in here. A break, that’s what I need.
Washing my hands in the back sink, I fish my phone from my pocket and see the mass of messages I missed while I was baking. Most of them are from Clay, and my heart sinks as I see the tone of the messages. He thinks my lack of reply is because I have chosen not to see him anymore. I’ve clearly handled this wrong. I need to find him so I can explain. The last thing I want is for him to think I’ve rejected him and just can’t be bothered to let him know.
Clay is the first person that I’ve slept with since Jake left, and that is a huge milestone for me. I had thought Jake was my one and only, so sharing my body with someone else had always felt like I was betraying him, even though he was the one who left me. When Clay said this would change things, he was right; I do feel changed. I am finally able to move on, leaving my past behind me and committing to a relationship. If only I didn’t have to choose between him and Bear, but that is something I can worry about another day.
I remove my apron and walk through the bakery, taking a deep breath as the fresh midmorning air hits me. A figure instantly catches my eye. I glance over to the tree in the centre of the square and see Clay sitting there. Warmth floods me and I’m moving towards him without even thinking about it. He’s staring out into the distance, yet I get the impression he knows exactly where I am. Clay seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to these things, or at least he does when it comes to me.
“Good morning,” I call out, my pleasure at seeing him written in my smile. Memories from last night come flooding back and I can feel my cheeks heating. I am never going to be able to look at a desk in the same way again.
He slowly twists his head to look at me and my smile drops at the dejection written all over his face. His eyes are dim andhe makes no move towards me. Confusion and doubt make my chest constrict tightly. Why is he looking at me like this? What has happened? He’s never been afraid to reach out and touch me, but now it’s like he’s trying to distance himself from me, both emotionally and physically. Has he changed his mind about me?
