CHAPTER EIGHT
KP
I haven’t felt giddiness and joy in… ever. The last time I came close to feeling this excited about anything was when we won an Oscar for Best Picture.
When Caitlyn agreed to paint my brother’s portrait, she essentially agreed to spend time with me. Half the battle was already won. All I had to do was woo her and ensnare her. Correction. All I had to do was stop saying stupid shit and she was as good as mine. This thrilling prospect nearly had me singing in the streets.
People stared at me as I whistled my way into the office. I didn’t care.
“You’re in a good mood today,” Sandra said, then looked appalled at her remark.
I gave her a bright smile and watched the tension drain out of her in degrees. “I am. Nothing earth-shattering happened while I was gone I hope.”
“Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. You have several calls from the ‘Til Death Us Do Part’ director, but Marty got those. Oh, Miss Rachel is in your office.”
And just like that… buzzkill.
“Shit. I forgot she was coming.”
Sandra chewed her bottom lip like she was afraid she’d done something wrong. “She’s been in there awhile.”
I fought to stay in my nice guy role, but I really wanted to punch someone. “Take my calls, and I’ll check in with you in a few.”
In all my excitement, I’d forgotten about my thing with Rachel. My cock did an automatic twitch, thinking it would soon get to let out some steam. And maybe I should. Maybe a good screw would level out my head and I wouldn’t have such a hard-on for Caitlyn.
Damn. Caitlyn.
That was the rub. If I wanted to be the kind of man who deserved someone like her, then romping around having office sex was most likely not part of that plan. I would be proving to myself — and subconsciously to Caitlyn — that I was exactly the person she feared I was.
Hell.
Even though I had no idea how to handle Rachel, I opened the door only to find her completely naked but for a pair of red stiletto heels. Her legs were spread wide, and she was sitting on my desk. I shut the door in a hurry, hoping nobody saw her dripping wet pussy on full display.
“I’m all ready for you,” she said in a breathless tone, “I’ve made myself come like six times waiting for you to get here. Where have you been?” she asked as her fingers spread her pussy lips apart.
My cock twitched again in interest, but my mind was fully disconnected. “A meeting.”
Apparently not noticing my mood, Rachel slid her fingers into her dripping wet center and writhed anxiously on my desk. “Let’s fuck the foreplay tonight; we can save it for later. Come give me that fat cock right now.”
Despite my best efforts, her dirty talk and readiness for a good, hard fucking had my cock’s full attention. I shifted to make room for it as my erection pressed against my zipper. I was always one to be first up the flagpole when it came to getting a hard-on. Even a cold breeze could set me off.
Fuck, I didn’t need this right now. But Rachel didn’t notice. She just eyed my crotch and smiled, crooking her finger at me. “Doesn’t look like a blowy is necessary. Come on, bad boy, and pound that fat fucker into me until we sweat. And before you come, flip me over and fuck my ass. I’m needing the ass love tonight.”
It took everything in my power to resist her. Absolutely every muscle in my body was needed to hold my cock back from taking the plunge. I wanted it more than I wanted anything. All of a sudden, the feisty waitress with a massive social agenda and an eye for suffering meant nothing. That swelled up, juicy pussy was all that mattered in life. I touched myself, trying to rub out the need, but it only made me harder.
Rachel frowned. “What’s your hold up, cowboy? Jump in the saddle. Down and dirty is fine with me. I brought wine. We can act civilized later.”
I couldn’t do it. In spite of my body’s obvious reaction, I walked over to her and closed her legs. “I’m sorry, Rachel. I can’t tonight.”
Why was I letting this moment go? I wasn’t committed to Caitlyn, and hell, she’d never know. I felt like I was on some precipice, and if I dipped my cock right now, there would be no redemption for me. If I had sex with Rachel, a woman I mildly enjoyed and had zero romantic interest in, then there was no way I could remain loyal to someone like Caitlyn one day. The rational part of my brain told me what I was doing was right and noble. The irrational part of my brain was like, You fucking idiot, take this. It’s right there. Think of your poor wilting member. Caitlyn has been a solid bitch to you since you met her. Give up this fight and go get that pussy now!
“What?” Rachel yelled as she sat up and spit fire from her eyes. “You mean to tell me that you’ve made me wait here for almost two hours and you aren’t going to fuck me? I’m sorry, what the fucking hell?”
I handed her the bra lying on my chair. “Sorry. I just can’t.”
She stared at me in disbelief. “Your dick is right there. I can see it. You are hard as a tree stump.” She sat completely up. “Fine. Just pull it out and I’ll do all the work. Just don’t leave me like this.” Damn. She was nearly pleading.
I gently grabbed her hand and held it a moment. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Why?” she raged.
I took a deep breath. “It’s better that you and I—”
“Oh no, you fucking don’t!” she yelled, and damn it if she didn’t claw at my dick.
I had to physically stop her from ripping my trousers open.
“We can still be friends,” I offered, my hands around her wrists.
“You and I are not friends,” she hissed, yanking away. “We’re fuck buddies. We fuck and eat. That’s all we do. You can take your friendship and bestow it on someone who cares. I’m not that girl. All I want is your cock in me now.”
“Rachel, don’t do this,” I said, feeling irritation sink in.
I thought I was selfish. She really was a perfect complement to me — driven entirely by desire.
“Don’t do what? What we have always been doing?” She poked me in the chest. “You didn’t send me a text or an email or anything letting me know that things had changed. Did you find someone else? You have a new fuck friend so you’re off of me now? Fine.” She stood up and faced me full on. “I don’t care. I don’t care who else you fuck.”
“Rachel, stop—”
Before my eyes, she changed tactics, and a sly grin spread on her face. “Stop what? Stop swallowing every drop of your cum deep in my throat? Stop letting you shoot it in my ass, my mouth, my ear, wherever the fuck it lands? Stop asking for anything in return?” She stepped closer. “Just remember that I’m the one who can make you hard without even touching you, and I can get you off several times in one night. I can milk your dick even when you swear you’re dry. You want me at two in the morning? You call. You want to piss on me? You call. You want whips and chains… call. Just because we haven’t done those things doesn’t mean I won’t. Be careful what you’re throwing away big boy. You’re not gonna get it this good again.”
She was right.
Sexually, I would never get the free lunch I had with Rachel. Hands down, she was the kinkiest, most amenable lover I’d ever been with, but that was it. Sex on a stick. I wanted… no needed, more.
“You’re amazing, Rachel. Sexually, you’re a rock star and the kinkiest lover I’ve ever had. If I were choosing with my dick, you’d win,” I said gently.
“So, there is someone else,” she realized, defeated.
“Kind of.” I was going for honesty.
“What does that mean?”
“I met a girl I’d like to know better. She’s a waitress I met in Connecticut. Well, not a waitress anymore, she’s an artist and an educator. The point is, she’s different than any woman I’ve met before. I like her.” I was surprised by my own frankness.
Rachel laughed. “You can have the both of us. You just met, right? No need to get all righteous on me.”
“Actually, I want to be a little righteous, just for a change of pace,” I said cautiously.
“What is she? A conservative Christian? Doesn’t strike me as your type. I’ve never even seen you pick up a bible,” she joked, but I heard the stress behind the words.
“I’m not sure what her religious affiliation is. I just, well, my reputation has preceded me and she thinks me incapable of anything resembling love.”
Why was my mouth still talking?
“She’s smart,” Rachel said. She knew me well.
“I want to prove her wrong.”
“Oh fuck, no. You have a crush. What is she? Supermodel gorgeous?” she asked sarcastically.
“Yes, but—”
“Then she won’t care. She probably loves herself more than she’ll ever love you. Just keep all the fucking on the DL.”
Still naked, Rachel pressed against me, running her hand down to my softened cock. Like the traitor it was, it pulsed, and she laughed.
“See, you want me.”
“Any man in his right mind would want you,” I said gently, seeing the hurt behind her actions. “I’m not in my right mind right now. I want to get to know this other woman. I want to see where it leads.”
Her jaw tightened, but she stepped away. “Fine. I’ll go home. In fact, when you call me, I won’t answer. Then when you do fuck your little conservative Christian waitress, see if little Miss Missionary is better than this.” She slid her finger down her wet center and wiped the juice across my lips.
It pissed me off, and I swiped at my face with my sleeve. “It’s time for you to go.”
We faced off. “So, you planning on being celibate until Miss Missionary puts out?”
“Yes.”
Fuck. Did I really just say that? Yes. Yes, I did. And the confession was a relief.
She laughed and began pulling on her clothes. “Well, good luck with that.”
In just a few moments, my fix would walk out the door. If I really wanted to go through with this, then I would have to let a totally free, absolutely no strings attached pussy waltz out of my life. I nearly stopped her. She turned to me and smiled.
“You know, little righteous girls don’t suck cock or scream your name while they take it up the ass.”
I said nothing, just took a few steps toward my door.
A glint came into her eyes. “Let’s put money on it. You practice abstinence until you crack Chastity’s clam. If you fuck someone else, it will be news and I’ll know. You can text me a screenshot of her sending a pathetic ‘it was the best sex of my life’ message.”
Whatever. I just wanted her gone. “Fine.”
She grinned. “What are we wagering?”
I lifted a shoulder. “Winner decides.”
She smiled. “This’ll be fun.”
She blew me a kiss and was gone.
Sinking onto the couch, I leaned my head back, totally exhausted. It was a hell of a lot easier to be an asshole. It took less work. Less thought. Less everything.
Then I thought of auburn hair and big brown eyes.
Little Caitlyn Ashcroft was worth it.
Hell, she better be.