Sully

It’s only Thursday, but I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. College was tough, but C&C is so far beyond that, I can’t even think of a name for it. With Hannah being Second Assistant, I’m running all day. Honestly, all of us are crazy busy, but she’s angling to be First, even though Bev’s not going anywhere, and Matt would never fire her. Still, she’s trying to make it look like I’m running more than the other interns.

To and from the mailroom, for contracts and inter-office mail she needs right away. To the coffee room to make her lattes no less than four times a day. To the copy room, because the five copiers and printers surrounding her desk aren’t right, and it goes on and on. Never mind, all the running I do to get away from her, because yeah, she’s not leaving me alone.

Add to that, my inability to match my lunch to Beckham’s today, and I’m one unhappy intern. Brad got my lunch spot, and the throat punch desire was back full force as he tried to put his hand on her back when they walked to the elevators. She pushed him off, but I’m still not pleased with the office dynamics.

I need to blow off some steam, but I already worked out when I got home, said my prayers, and broke my fast. I need something I don’t have to think too hard about, so I decide on the game room. Shooting some aliens, or playing some Pinball, should calm me down.

An hour later, I’ve killed all the invaders, and I’m feeling a little better. As I move to the pinball machine, someone opens the door. Because the games are lit up, I didn’t turn the overhead lights on when I came in, so I don’t know who it is, until they creep closer.

I inhale Beckham’s unique scent of oranges and vanilla mixed with cucumber, fighting back a laugh as she crouches like a cat burglar. She lives here, and her handprint got her into this room, yet she’s acting like she doesn’t belong.

“Couldn’t wait until Saturday, huh?” I ask.

She screams, jumping into the air. I catch her on the way down, and spin to place her on top of the Pinball machine I was about to play. She hits me, and I finally let my laughter free.

“You scared me!”

“You’re the one lurking in here, like a thief in the night.”

“Since you never gave me the tour, I wasn’t sure what was in here. I was restless, and wanted to explore a little.”

“Welcome to the game room. And, I’d like to remind you how you ran away before I could give you a tour.”

“I had things to do,” she says, and I can see her blush, even in the dark.

“I went into the outdoor shower, and fucked my hand after you fled.”

“I-I used my vibrator,” she admits. Yes!

“We should’ve been together. I would’ve loved to watch you.”

“Sully.”

“Beckham.”

“Will you kiss me now?”

“I’ll always kiss you.”

We both lean in, and when our lips touch, I close my eyes. I’ve never closed my eyes when kissing a girl before, but I can’t keep them open with this woman. Her lips feel as soft as I imagined they would, and as we explore each other with just mouths, and no tongue yet, my cock gets heavy between my legs.

I won’t take it further, or risk losing this feeling of pecks, and presses, even though I want to. She sets the pace. Always.

“Is this okay?” she asks, pulling back to search my face in the shadows.

“It’s perfect.”

I kiss her again, to prove it to her. When she opens her mouth for me, and darts her tongue out to touch mine, I nearly lose my mind. I couldn’t tell you how long we spend in that room, just kissing. There’s no touching other than faces, and hair, and my mouth never ventures past her mouth, but it is perfect.

She pulls away, and I try to follow her, and take her mouth back, but she places her fingers on my lips. “I just kissed you before our first date. I don’t do that.”

“I’ll never tell,” I say, feeling special.

Not used, like I have with other girls who kissed me and got nothing but bragging rights. Special, because she just gave me something of herself. She trusts me, and I won’t break that trust.

“You’re making me think about doing lots of things I don’t do.”

“I’m not having sex with you tonight, if that’s what you mean.”

“Not tonight.”

“Glad we’re in agreement,” I tell her, kissing her lips again.

“Would you really have said no to me, if that’s what I wanted?”

I hear a trace of hurt in her voice, and realize she thinks I don’t want her. I want more with her, but she knows my reputation, and she knows about me letting Val suck me off at a party. So, I doubt she was expecting me to say what I did.

I take her hand, placing it over my erection, which is straining against my zipper. My dick’s definitely not on board with waiting, but he doesn’t get a vote tonight. She jerks back, like she’s been burned, her eyes wide.

“Don’t ever think I don’t want you. I always want you. Always.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Good, because I’m not going to be gentle every time.”

“You say those things, knowing I’m going to have to use a poor substitute for what I just felt once I get back upstairs.”

“No, I say them because they’re true. It’s killing me to know you’re using that substitute, but I want you to know you matter to me for more than a fuck. I’m new to this, and maybe I’m not doing it right, but that’s what I want.”

“You’re doing it right, Sully. Perfectly right.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And then, her mouth’s on mine again. We kiss long enough for our lips to become swollen and tender. My tongue knows every inch of her mouth, and hers knows mine. Making out has never been so fun, even if it left me without the relaxation I went into that room looking for. My hand’s getting more of a workout than it has in years, but there’s no way I’m complaining about how this night went. I know what she tastes like now, and I’m addicted.

* * *

Beckham

Sully disappeared for a few hours yesterday, but Hannah didn’t seem bothered by it, so I guess it was something he planned in advance. I missed sitting with him at lunch, and yeah, I was hoping we’d steal some kisses somewhere, but he doesn’t owe me any explanation. If he wants to tell me where he was, he will.

Tonight’s our date, and we decided on the theater here after all, because we’re exhausted, and there’s no reason to go somewhere else. I told him he could pick the movie, and he told me to pick the take-out restaurant.

“Damn, you’re always so sexy,” he says when I open the door.

Since it’s a casual night, I opted for a red, oversized, sweatshirt dress with a hood. Paired with matching knee-high boots Stella gave me, it’s dressy enough for a date, while still being comfortable.

“I’m in a shapeless, giant sweatshirt.”

“That’s loose enough for me to put my hands up. And let’s not talk about those boots.”

“You look pretty good yourself,” I say, wanting to run my hands over his tight t-shirt, and jeans that aren’t loose enough to hide his perfect ass.

“Shall we head downstairs?”

“Yes.”

Once we’re inside the theater, he looks nervous, before turning toward me. “I, um, well, I made a change to your dinner order. I don’t know if that’s okay.”

“What did you change?”

“I took the pork out of your combo fried rice, and asked for beef instead.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t eat pork, and if you ate it, I couldn’t kiss you unless you brushed your teeth, and washed out your mouth. I know I should’ve talked to you about this before now.”

I silence him with a kiss, because even though his rambling is cute, I hate having him think he did something wrong. “It’s totally okay, Sully. I should’ve thought of it myself, so I’m sorry too. I like beef in my rice, anyway.”

“You don’t have to apologize for not understanding my culture. I don’t know yours.”

“German, a little Irish, and a touch of French thrown in for fun. Nothing I can’t eat.”

“Only pork. That’s it for me.”

I take his face in my hands. “I won’t lie, and say I don’t love ham, or pulled pork, but I’ll just carry a toothbrush with me.”

“You shouldn’t have to adjust your life for mine.”

“Why not? Would you not do it for me?”

“I would.”

“You are already. Monogamy is a pretty big adjustment, even if you’ve been on self-imposed dry spell.”

“I’m doing it for me too,” he says, softly.

“I know, but it’s also what I want, so I’m counting it.”

“I got you fired, Beckham. You told me I couldn’t have my way, because what I asked of you on that phone call wasn’t possible. I called back, and got you fired for denying me the impossible.”

“I’m well aware of what happened.” How could I forget? I can’t, but I can forgive.

“Yet, you’re here with me. Letting me kiss you, feed you, just be here with you.”

“You say it like my company is a gift.”

“It is.”

Swoon. The floor is tilting a little as I swoon. “You’re a surprise, Sully Ayoub. A really good, beautiful, surprise.”

He smiles again, and I love putting those smiles on his face. Taking my hand, he leads me to my reclining seat, and my food. I’m not surprised to see Star Wars on the screen, as he’s got Yoda on his t-shirt, but we’re not going see much of the movie, so I’m glad it’s not something new.

After finishing our food, he lifts the top on a covered dish, revealing two different desserts. Black Forest cake, and Lemon Meringue pie. Two of the favorites I mentioned when he asked on Wednesday during lunch.

He’s getting lucky tonight. Probably right here in this theater. I might just suck him off while he watches his movie, or I might ride him like the stallion I know he is. No matter how it goes down, he’s coming tonight.

“Your eyes got dark,” he says, feeding me a bite of the cake. “Desserts really do turn you on.”

“It’s not the dessert,” I tell him as I climb from my recliner to his, straddling him. “It’s all you.”

He drops the fork, using both hands to push my dress up. I arch into him as he runs his fingers lightly over my soaked panties, before bringing them to his lips.

“You’re going to let me have the dessert I want, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You need to fuck my mouth. I don’t want you to just lie there, and enjoy it. You need to participate, because I don’t consider oral sex a spectator sport.”

“I want your cock in my mouth, so yeah, I’m participating.”

He flips me in seconds, lowering his chair to a full recline. As he pushes my thong aside, I free what I want from his pants. It’s long, and thick, nestled in a bed of black curls, standing proudly erect, as it waits for my mouth.

We both take our first licks at the same time, snapping my control. I suck him deep as he parts my labia, and latches onto my clit. This isn’t foreplay, not how we’re taking each other. There are no words, no promises, just the best damn oral sex I’ve ever experienced in my life.

He hits the back of my throat, so I relax it, taking a couple of inches inside. I use my hands to cover the rest of him, because there’s more I can’t take. He’s moving slowly, making love to my mouth as his own mouth makes love to my vagina. In and out, driving me crazier with every thrust of his hips, and lap of his tongue. Until, we both can’t take any more of the slow, and we become a little crazed.

His fingers are inside of me, thrusting in and out as I ride his mouth and he fucks my throat, and hands. There’s nothing but right now, and us. Nothing but hands, mouths, tongues, and fingers working together for a final goal. He comes first when I stroke his taint, but I come right after him, bucking against his tongue, as he continues to lick my clit.

It’s wild, it’s sexy, and it’s only the beginning. He hasn’t even been inside of me yet, and I know I’m ruined for all other men. Hands down, this was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had, and I want more. A lot more.

“I’m throwing out my vibrator,” I tell him when I can finally speak again.

“Don’t you dare! I have plans for it, so many plans.”

He spins me back around, and kisses me hard. I taste myself, and I know he’s tasting himself too. And, I want another orgasm. Right now, I want more. I need more.

“Yes. To whatever you want to do to me, yes. Now.”

“Not to you, Beckham. With you.”