Chapter Five – Logan
“Oh, my goodness, Mr. Banker, you really are incredible,” Pru whispers as she shimmies closer to me. Her pleated skirt that doesn’t really fit her sways sexily around her hips making my mouth salivate. “Your words of wisdom always make me feel so much better about myself.”
Her hand falls on my shoulder and she stares intently into my eyes. There’s something very different about her today, she doesn’t look like the shy girl who struggles with life anymore, she’s like a confident woman who knows exactly what she wants… and right now, what she wants is me.
What am I doing? I think desperately to myself as my tongue swells lustfully. I can’t do this… not in my office at work. But where else do I see her? How am I supposed to resist?
“Thank you, Pru,” I say in a hollow tone of voice. I need to at least attempt to remain professional or I’ll end up completely falling apart. “I’m glad I can help.”
“There’s something else you can help me with,” she whispers so her breath tickles and wets my ear. “There’s one thing I don’t know how to do yet and I’m going to need it to survive.”
My brain spins, I start to see all kinds of terribly wonderful things in my mind. I know I can’t act upon them but that doesn’t mean the ideas aren’t there. I think they’ve been forming for a while, I’ve just been too scared to acknowledge them. I like Pru a lot. Her beauty astounds me. Maybe too much.
“What’s that?” I ask with my eyes closed. I already feel like I know where this is headed, but hearing it will be a million times worse. I’m way out of control here, it’s not a place I like to be. I think I prefer the quieter version of Pru because I know how to handle her. Right now, she’s handling me and I don’t think she’s being very delicate with me at all! She’s treating me like a fantasy.
“I need you to show me how to please a man. I want to know everything.”
She steps back and slides her skirt down while licking her lips at the same time. The black lacy underwear that barely covers her has my pulse racing like crazy. It’s hammering against my rib cage, threatening to burst free at any moment. That only gets worse as she slides down her cardigan and she gently peels her vest top over her head. I can see her rock-hard nipples bursting through her bra, begging me to take them in my mouth and hot damn I want to so bad.
This is wrong, I remind myself desperately. So, so wrong. This simply cannot happen.
My fingers itch to reach out and touch the soft skin of her hips. All I want to do is brush my hands against her, but I can’t. I slide them under my legs just to fix them in place. Pru’s hands reach up and she runs them through her hair with a blissful expression across her face. I melt inside, she’s the most innocent, stunning woman I’ve ever seen, and all I want to do is corrupt her. I must be an asshole.
“Please, Mr. Banker,” Pru begs while sliding one hand over her breast. She lingers there for a moment, clutching onto herself as desire grips her. Her other hand goes all the way down into the waistband of her underwear. “Show me what to do. I don’t know what to do. I need to be taught.”
Fuck, if I don’t do this, then some other asshole will. A boy who doesn’t know what he’s really doing and will only treat her like shit. I suppose this way I can at least ensure that she knows what to do and she knows how to get her own pleasure. That’ll make her life a whole lot easier.
“Pru, I really shouldn’t,” I warn, but I can already feel my resolve weakening. “You know that.”
“But doesn’t that make it that much more exciting?”
I don’t know what happens, I completely lose my shit. The next thing I know we’re making out like there’s no tomorrow. Her arms are around my waist and mine are gripping onto the back of her bra as I attempt to pull her breasts free. I’m only fucking human, a red-blooded male who has certain needs. If someone so gorgeous comes after me like this I cannot resist.
“Oh, Pru.” The material of her bra flutters to the ground, which makes my cock stiffen harder than it’s ever done before. “You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”
She falls to her knees with her breasts swinging free and she stares up at me, giving me the sexiest, most innocent look I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I almost cum right there and then all over her face which would be terrible. If I’m in this, then I need to be all in. I can’t just explode all over her in the most demeaning way possible. What sort of lesson would I be teaching her then?
“Please, Mr. Banker. Tell me what to do. I want to know how to please you with my mouth.”
My eyes fall shut as a groan falls past my lips. What the hell is she doing to me? Driving me to utter distraction, that’s what. She fiddles with my zipper, brushing against my cock too many times for me to get my head on straight and put an end to this. I want this too much to stop now.
“Oh wow.” As my erection bursts free, she gushes in happy shock. “Mr. Banker, you’re so big.”
“You don’t know that,” I tease playfully, unable to resist flirting with her even if I completely disagree with my own behavior. “If this is the first one you’ve seen.”
But she ignores my teasing and rubs her hand up and down my length slowly instead. Her fascinated eyes are fixed upon me as she does. She looks impressed, which only turns me on even more. “Does this feel good?” she asks. “Do you like that?”
Her soft, delicate hands feel incredible, I feel like I might die from the bliss at any given moment. “Yes, fuck,” I moan. “That feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”
Usually I like it a whole lot faster, but with Pru it only matters that she’s touching me. Her hand on my cock, it’s too much. I’m already shuddering so violently that I might explode. Then she leans closer, breathing all over me making me even harder. Her lips are so tantalizingly close…
“What do I do now?” she gasps breathlessly. “Do I just open my mouth and put you in?”
Oh God, it’s too much, I can’t handle it. I can’t talk so I just nod instead, hoping that’s enough. She does as I command, surrounding my bulging erection with her hot, wet mouth, which is the most phenomenal sensation in the world. If this feels so incredible I wonder what it’ll be like to fuck her.
Although with Pru, I don’t know how much of it will be fucking or if it’ll be more like making love. She’s different, I know that, but still I’m not sure. Maybe it’ll be somewhere in between.
Pru bobs her head up and down, and she takes me inside in a way that feels far too expert for someone who supposedly doesn’t know what she’s doing. Her tongue flickers everywhere, like she wants to lick me all over because she likes the taste of me too much and it drives my wild. I fist my hands up into her hair, I toss my head back, I become a slave to Pru’s amazing mouth.
I need to give her the same pleasure too, I want her to know how good it can feel to be with a man who knows what he’s doing but right now I can’t take Pru off me. She feels so good and I’m fine with being selfish. I haven’t ever had a blow job from someone quite so keen.
“You… you need to stop,” I stammer through a thick lump in my throat. I can barely breathe; these words are damn near impossible. “I’m going to cum in your mouth if you don’t.”
“Did that feel bad?” Pru asks as she takes her mouth off of me. “Did I do it wrong?”
“Oh God no.” My eyes are filled with a thick heavy desire as I yank Pru onto my lap. “I just want to feel you, that’s all. You’ve driven me so wild that I need to be inside you.”
This is her first time, I’m certain of it, but I don’t hang around to see how she feels about it. I’m too fucking wound up for that. Instead I drive my way into her, surrounding my soaking cock with her very excitable slit. As she fits around me like a glove, I butt my face into her hair to inhale her wonderful citrusy scent. And I take this very wrong, taboo thing as far as it can go and I actually have sex with Pru. That thought circles me the entire time, I can’t totally let go and just enjoy having sex because there’s a big part of me that knows I’m wrong. This isn’t how we should behave.
Sweat trickles down her body, bringing my attention back to her breasts. I want to lean forward, to take one of those shiny nipples into my mouth but I can’t. There’s something distracting me, grabbing onto my focus. I want to give every scrap of myself over to Pru, but I can’t and I’m pretty sure it’s because I feel bad. It’s like an itch on my ear drum, a fly buzzing around me that I can’t see to swat. It’s very irritating and soon it manifests itself in another way entirely.
“What’s that?” I ask Pru as a loud ringing sound flies into my brain. It’d obnoxiously loud, distracting me for absolutely everything, including Pru’s beauty. “That bleeping?”
“I don’t hear anything.” She barely pays any attention to me as she rides me in a way that feels incredible. I never want this amazing feeling to end. “I can’t hear any bleeping at all.”
But I can, and it’s troubling me, almost to the point where I’m forced to stop. I need to work out the source, to see if it’s something that I’ve caused by being like this. Maybe it’s my conscience…
“Huh? What?”
I bolt upright in bed, my heart hammering against my chest. My forehead is thick with sweat and I feel trembling and achy all over. I know that I’ve done something wrong, but it’s taking me a moment of brain wracking to work out what exactly.
I wasn’t alone… I was with Pru… oh my God, we were having sex.
Luckily, as I grab onto my rock-hard cock I remember that none of what happened then was real. I just had a dream about having sex with Pru, that’s all. That’s okay, just my subconscious playing up that’s all. Nothing to worry about, that’s for sure. It doesn’t even mean anything, it’s just my brain being dumb. It’s probably just because she’s leaving the center soon and going out into the real world. I have a connection with her, I’m worried about her, that’s all. I certainly don’t need to start worrying and dissecting my dream.
Despite all of that I know I can’t sleep again, so I push myself off the bed and I wander into the kitchen to grab myself a drink of ice cold water. Maybe if I have a moment, I can forget all about that crazy hot, ridiculous dream, and I can go back to normal. I can forget that ever happened, because real or not, it’s had an effect on me…