{Cason}

 

I never thought I would feel this way for someone before. And frankly, I hate it. I mean the feeling when you can’t wait for the girl to show up to that door, and you acting foolishly around her like the jerk that you are just to hide the fact that she’s actually starting to mean something to you. And you can’t stand the fact. You can’t stand the idea of someone having this effect upon you. Because at some point it feels like this need of the other person is just a simple way of them having control upon you. And you’re not used to being held by the strings. ‘Cause usually you’re the one to hold them.

Yep, I think that is happening to me. And I don’t know how to get rid of it.

At this point it feels as though I’m counting the minutes until she would show up by that door, just as if I was a foolish teenage boy, and not the CEO of a multimillion dollars company who’s tied to his throat with works and files that need his attendance.

I hate what she’s doing to me. And she doesn’t even know that she is.

“And who’s my favorite fuckboy in the whole wide world?” I recognize the voice of Dustin, springing through the room, as he’s managed to sneak himself in.

I was totally encumbered to my thoughtfulness and wasn’t being very perceptive of what I was doing at the moment, but when his voice sprung through the room, I caught myself looking at the screen of my laptop at some bikini picture of Keira. I mean, yeah, I was scrolling through her Instagram profile. Shocker!

“What sort of porn have you got going there?” he smiles and tried to get near.

“What on the earth makes you think that I’d use my office time for casual porn?”

“Well, why else would one use their office besides whacking off on hardcore porn there?” he tells me, and I can only imagine what he does in his office while alone. God, he’s office might be a mess.

Luckily, I manage to close the webpage before he snoops his curious head over and takes a look. Now I don’t want him pegging me about Keira and how I’m starting to get obsessed with her. It’s already hard enough for me as it is.

“What kind of nasty thing were you watching there?” He guffaws and strokes my head roughly with his elbow. I use my elbow to throw a punch at his stomach and get myself free. “Now that’s my boy.” Sometimes I wonder; why do I have to deal with this mess and keep him as a friend? But then I realize that he’s been my best mate since childhood and has been there for me during my hardest times. Sure, he’s a little pain in the ass, but as a matter of fact I know that deep down, even though I don’t usually show it, I do love him despite his rowdiness.

“You’re just sick man. What am I, fourteen?”

“Speaking of which, I really miss those times when we used to watch chicks doing nasty things to each other on your laptop. You were always the one with a boner. Such a fuckboy even back then.”

“Yeah, but we’re not fourteen and stupid anymore.” I confirm. Even though, judging on his behavior, I don’t really think this stands.

“Oh, man, we’re just the same, only getting more pussy—like, tons more—and wearing a suit. That’s the only difference.”

“Why are you here Dustin?” I go straight to the point. This has been exhausting for me.

“What? Am I not allowed to come see my friend? What kind of mate would I be then?” I simply don’t respond, but wait for him to explain. There’s always something silly on his mind. And I know he’s come with an agenda. “Okay,” he finally gives up, “there’s this huge pool party I’m throwing, lots of chicks on their bikinis, doing what we ask them to do.”

“I’d rather stick my cock to a girl on a muddle than on your pool.” I tell him to give the hint on how filthy his infinite edge pool is.

“But you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, nasty prig.” He mocks me and picks one of the chocolate crackers from my desk and chews obnoxiously. “Tonight, nine thirty.” He says while reaching for the door. “Ah, and come unchaperoned. There’s gonna be plenty of pussy at your cock’s disposure.”

He knows I’m gonna go. I always do. His mansion is nothing less than a fuckhouse. Can’t count how many chicks I’ve fucked on his pool house. But I never did it nearby the pool. Only the idea of going anywhere near it makes me nauseous.

What I fail to understand in all this is the reason why he’s come all the way down here just to give me an invitation to his party. But when I see him toying with my P.A. across the counter, I realize than it’s not me he came here for. The crank must have something for my employee. Haven’t seen him fooling around a girl as passionately as he does around her.

I go back to my contemplation. I open my web browser again and scroll through her Instagram account. She’s so pretty and carefree. I don’t see a specific guy that would be considered as her boyfriend there. They’re all too smiley and amicable, and I bet they all want her. It’s just Keira, whose posture dictates she’s not related into any romantic interest to any of them. And somehow that satisfies me.

The door opens up again, and I feel some kind of discomfiture capturing my body as a silly teenage boy goofing around his crush. Expect I’m not a teenage boy…and she’s not my crush. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. To me Keira is a girl and my addiction with her will all vanquish as soon as the tip of my cock glides anywhere near her twat.

Like that would be a dream come true. I’m not sure how many times I’ve found myself thinking of this moment before going to sleep, or while getting laid with other chicks, whose names I don’t even make an effort to remember.

“Who’s the silly boy across the counter on the hall?” she asks, annoyed, while coming in.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d said something stupid even to her. “It’s my mate, Dustin. Did he do something to upset you?”

“Um, if telling me how nice my ass is and how much he wants to slap it is enough to reach one’s upsetting terms, then yes, I would’ve to be enraged.”

“At least he didn’t just go for it.” I make an excuse and just a moment later I realize I’m just catering to her infuriation.

“Well, this makes much more sense.”

“What does?”

“He’s your friend.” She says nonchalantly, and I know she’s got something in her mind. Something that she’d use to turn the infuriation on me this time. “I wouldn’t exactly be expecting the well-mannered, respectful guy.”

Right this moment I just need to grab her by that ass and make her scream for mercy and then see how respectful she thinks I am. And at this point I don’t have to contain myself. Hell, no. I think I’m at this point on our relationship where I can get anything out of her. And she’d come to me. Because she wants to.

“You might want to reconsider the words coming out of your mouth.” I smile but try to look autocratic at the same time.

“Or what? At this point I don’t think that there’s any room for formalities on our relationship. Not after what you forced me to say on our last meeting.”

“So you admit there’s a relationship between us, huh?”

“Yeah, a business one.” She tries to snub the glint on my face. I’m excitedly turned by this conversation or where it is leading us to. I’ve got this propitious feeling that I’m gonna get lucky tonight. Something tells me that I’ll be able to fuck my obsession out of this girl on my office to the point where I’ll get so swamped on fucking her so that I won’t ever need to think of her pussy again when I’m alone at night, or fucking other girls.

“But I didn’t force you to say those words, Keira. I just gave you a little push so you could admit your obsession of me to yourself.”

“Oh, really? “Cause that’s not how I remember it.”

Meanwhile, I’m using the time to get nearer, I feel like the approximation would intimidate her. I intimidate her. But I don’t want her to. I just need her to be craving me audaciously, eternally. I look into her eyes, now that I’m so close to them, and I can feel her gulping with difficulty. I gently touch a flock of her hair and flip it behind her shoulders. My fingers glide through her arm, and the electricity in between is excruciating. She craves me. I know that. She doesn’t deign to do the slightest move to draw back. She likes it. She likes me.

“Maybe it’s about time you came to terms with your feelings in regards to me.” I whisper. “Maybe there shouldn’t be any more tension between us, you know? We can fuck this tension out of each other.”

“You’re just filthy.” This time she unlooses herself off my touch and gets a few inches away

“Just how you like it.” I smile so I can show her that her rejection doesn’t affect me at all. Since it is not real.

“You know what the thing about you is, Cason?” I like it how she pronounces my name. It goes to show that we’re on that level of our relationship where me being her boss doesn’t affect us anymore. “You’re so full of yourself. You always keep thinking that everyone would do whatever you want just because you say so.”

“But you’re wrong, Ms. Akerson. That’s just the thing. I know they will.”

She just realizes that it’s futile with me. Whatever she’d say, I would outsmart her. And that’s just what I like.

“How about we just get back to work? I mean, I don’t think—besides you being a jerk and all—that you’re so dumb so as to exploit and/or harass your staff.”

“But I’m not doing any of these things to you. You want me to.”

“And that’s what you keep telling yourself. But just so you know, repeating it, it just won’t make it any truer.”

Something seems off with her today. I mean, I can tell by her imposture that there’s something between us. Usually she’d keep telling me how she’s just immune of me, but somehow I’d know she’s just pretending. But today there’s something that’s keeping us from playing this game to the fullest entertainment.

“What’s buzzing you today?” I ask mildly.

“Do you even need to ask?” she says.

“I mean, besides me.” I smirk.

“It’s just, I’ve got so much on my plate right now. Got this course assignment I need to work on, and I’m not doing well so far. My ex keeps persisting we need to get back together…and well…there’s you.”

“Me?” I raise an eyebrow, curiously.

“Well, you’re not making it any easier. Buying out my whole company, and chasing after me to make my life a living chaos; it’s not very helpful.”

“I haven’t bought your company just yet. It’s your dedication to the work that’s gonna help me decide.”

“Which is even worse. I don’t know what terms helping you implies, and if I fail Mrs. Kensington is gonna be the one to put an end to my entire career. Basically this agreement means a lot to her.”

“Well, it means a lot to me, too. And I don’t want you to fail.”

“Why did you do this, Cason? Why did you have to chase after me? You don’t strike me as a person who gets attached to random girls. How else am I supposed to explain the fact that you had me come here? And most importantly, should I be concerned of what’s behind your agenda?”

“These are a lot of questions Ms. Akerson. I assure you we haven’t got the time of the day to go over all this. But I can assure you that you don’t need to get scared of any of this…or me for that matter.”

“Shouldn’t I? Because nothing of this screams warm and fuzzy to me.”

“I think it’s about time that you let your guards down and enjoyed what life has to offer.”

“And what is it that life’s offering me, which I could enjoy?”

“Me?” I frown and take a seat to the couch next to her. “I can see it in your eyes that you’ve been craving me for so long now. Ever since you found out you were sleeping on some stranger’s bed. You were horrified of being this excited. How about you just came to accept it and deal with it like a real grownup?” I lean forward, and she doesn’t move. She’s still processing my words on her head and she’s so frozen she can’t think of a better thing to do other than just embracing it. Embracing the vibe on the room. Embracing this feeling we share together. Embracing me.

Maybe after I fuck my obsession out of her, I’d get rid of this crunch that’s been haunting me for days. God, her lips are so soft when I touch them. She’s just deciding to succumb to her feelings. She likes me and needs to do this in order to prove whether this feeling is true.

My tongue divides her lips and barges in her mouth. My hand glides through her thigh and keeps going freely underneath her skirt. When I reach her crotch, I press two fingers inside her and ask, “See how wet you are for me, Ms. Akerson? How do you get this wet for a guy you despise?” I smirk and raise an eyebrow. She doesn’t need me outsmarting her right now. That’s why she does not respond, but comes closer and kisses me. She wants me to do this for her. She wants me to keep fingering her. And I mean, well, it’s not like I’ve got a problem with that. I grab her white shirt and tear it off with a cracking sound. She looks confused for a moment, probably wondering how she’d go out in public after this, with a torn off shirt, but come next second she gets on with kissing me, and doesn’t seem to mind. My hand slides on her back and I stop at the one spot that is fixated on my mind. I unhood her bra and she unloosens her arms to get it off. Wow. This is real phantasy right now. The real fucking phantasy that’s been haunting me over nights.

I smack her tits then suck her nipple. She arches her back and waits for my fingers to be inside her again.

For so long I’ve been waiting for this moment and now it’s here. God, it’s here. And I love it. I cup both her breasts with my hands, while my cock is getting harder and harder in anticipation. I grab her skirt and start pulling it down.

“Wait,” she clutches my wrists. “Someone could walk in on us.”

“So what?” I mumble. It’s not like I would care. I can use my office for all sorts of utilizations and it’s nobody’s business, but mine.

“Well, I don’t feel comfortable.” I don’t want to get off of her, not even for a second, but I need to reassure her that she can feel secure right now. I head to my desk and press the intercom button.

“Kristen?” I say.

“Um, yeah, sir.” The mellow voice behind the line replies.

“Do not let anyone disturb me for the next hour. I’m gonna be busy.” I tell her firmly, and Kristen replies. Keira looks at me confused. I hope she hasn’t changed her mind for the few seconds I was away.

I pore at her for a moment and get drunk on her silhouette. She’s like every fucking men’s phantasy. Model thin figure, enormous boobs, perfect nipples, wet, tight pussy. Who wouldn’t want that? Only thinking about it, makes my dick covetous. But I don’t have to keep fantasizing about her anymore, since she’s here with me right now, and I can fuck the crap out of her until I feel like I’ve had enough.

“You’re so perfect, you know that, right?” I ask, and my eyes are so wishful.

“Um, thanks.” She blushes. I think it’d still take a lot of time for her to come to grips with what’s happening right now. I think she’s letting her emotions take over (and needless to say, that does not happen often) and I better use that to my advantage.

“Now let’s get you out of that fucking skirt.” I tell her and her hands help roll her black skirt down. I grab it to the level of her ankles, where she’s managed to bring it, and throw it away from there. Who needs these accessory items?

“You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe I didn’t fuck you when I had the chance.” I tell her now that she’s only on her red thong.

“Wait,” she interrupts me. “What do you mean with that?”

“Well, we didn’t do anything that night when you came over. I mean, you begged me to,” I show off boyishly. “I just didn’t want to take advantage of you like that.”

“So, you’re saying we didn’t have sex that night.”

“Well, obviously.” I don’t see the point on why she keeps asking about that.

“I’m sorry,” she gets up on her feet and tries to find her torn off shirt. “I can’t do this.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I can’t do this right now with you.”

“But…w-what happened? You seemed okay with it a few seconds ago.”

“Yeah, that was before I knew you haven’t hit me prior.”

“So what? The fact I haven’t fucked you before, means I don’t get to do it, like ever?”

“Well, pretty much it.” Keira is trying to arrange her shirt and I grab my cock in desperation. I had such high expectorations. And look where we are.

Nowhere.