Chapter 21

Mariah

 

“Drinks sound great, Mr. Drive. I’d be glad to join you - but on one condition.”

“A condition, hmm? On my invitation to you? Seems a little odd.”

I almost choke right there, but I can’t let myself. You’ve gone this far, take the leap! Now!

“Yes, please. I want the chance to do an open house on a project of my own. Not one that was left over or handed down because someone else didn’t feel like doing it or couldn’t close the deal… I want a chance to prove myself completely from beginning to end. To prove this wasn’t a fluke.”

“You’re bold, Mariah. That’s a good skill to have in this business. Tell you what. I’ll consider your condition… over drinks with you. What do you say?”

His eyes sparkle again, and this time I give in. I think about sitting across from those sparkling eyes, that finely-pressed suit…

Without being able to stop myself, I lapse into a fantasy. It’s the same restaurant where my father tried to marry me off to Charles… but now, Wesley and I are the only ones in it. Our meal is over, and he’s holding my hand in both of his, caressing it gently.

“Ask me what I want,” he says, even though he must know that I already know the answer. That’s half the fun.

I don’t bother asking him. Instead, I kiss him over the table, nibbling just a bit on his lower lip. “Take me home,” I whisper.

We leave the restaurant, and his limo is outside waiting for us. He helps me into the back, then follows and sits beside me. As we pull away from the curb, his hand is on my thigh, and he squeezes. He slides his fingers up my leg to my hip, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh between my thigh and my pussy… a pussy that’s already wet with anticipation.

“Show me what you want,” he whispers, brushing my ear with his lips.

I don’t need any more instruction than that.

I push myself forward off the seat, kneeling on the soft carpeted floor of the limousine. A few adjustments, and I’m between his knees, one hand on his leg and the other resting just below his belt buckle. I can feel his excitement through the fabric, throbbing as it grows larger and larger.

“May I have you, sir?” I ask. The words sound strange coming from my lips, so high pitched, nearly begging. “Please, may I?”

Wesley nods, and I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and grasp him in my hand… or as much of him as I can. He’s big. The way I like it.

“Thank you, sir.” I press my lips to the head of his cock, letting my saliva dribble out and down his shaft.

He rests a hand on the back of my head as I begin to suck in earnest, guiding me up and down, taking more and more of him in each time. I work my hand in concert with my lips, and soft moans of appreciation come from above. My knees press even deeper into the carpet as I gag just a bit, tears starting in my eyes.

“Good girl. Just like that.” The pressure of his hand on my neck increases, pushing me further down and him further into my throat. I nearly gag again, but the instinct passes and he slides smoothly all the way deep into my throat. That’s when I look up at him, his cock balls-deep in me, eyes glistening with tears, and see what I want… Wesley smiling down at me.

“I’m choosing to take your silence as enthusiasm, Mariah.” With that, my fantasy breaks, and I’m back in the office, facing Wesley, who’s now leaning in the doorway with a bemused expression.

“Sorry, sir. Yes. I’d love to have a drink with you.” God, am I glad you can’t read my mind and find out what else I wanted to have with you. Mostly glad, anyway. “Just please, promise to think about what I asked?”

“Of course, Mariah. I just have a few things to finish up. Shall we meet in the lobby in half an hour or so?”

“Perfect,” I say, my head still ringing with all the possibilities… and my pussy still throbbing with its own unfulfilled desires and anticipation. “I’ll see you then.”

With that, he’s gone. I sit at my desk and try to focus, but all I can think about, or feel, is the throbbing between my legs. It doesn’t subside, and finally, I give up.

“Shit.” I leave my office and head down the hall to the women’s restroom. “This day is just full of firsts.”

Thankfully, the bathroom is empty. I lock myself in the last stall, pull down my panties, sit on the toilet seat lid, and touch myself.

I’m already slick with excitement, and it doesn’t take long for me to start aggressively working a few fingers around my clit.

I haven’t done this since sophomore year of college… I think. That was all Nick Skold’s fault though. We hooked up a few times, but him being Catholic, we never went all the way - so I was reduced to finishing myself off in the dorm showers.

In fact, I never have had sex. After Nick, there haven’t really been any men I had wanted to have it with. Whenever I feel the urge, I ask myself it’s worth it to lose my virginity after all this time, when I have a perfectly good vibrator at home. But I’ve never felt anything like I feel for my new boss.

As I close in on orgasm, I start to moan. I don’t mean for them to be loud, but one comes along that’s loud enough to echo off the walls and make me pause to be sure no one else has heard it. I take my panties off and ball them up, putting them inside my purse. Then I keep playing with myself, putting my free hand over my mouth so no one can hear me moan.

When I cum, it’s fast, it’s hard - and it’s more intense than I’ve experienced in months. “Holy shit,” I breathe. “Guess I needed that.”

In the back of my head, I hear Wesley Drive’s voice, “You’re welcome.”

Goddammit, I really am crushing on my boss. This is the last thing I need right now… but wow, did that feel good.

I leave without putting my panties back on. “Eh, they’re an old pair anyway,” I tell myself. “And, they’re soaked.”

With that, I toss them in the trash, crumple up a few paper towels to cover them from prying eyes, and leave the restroom feeling energized and a bit bold. Getting drinks with your boss is nerve-wracking… getting drinks with your boss while going commando because you just masturbated in the company restroom while thinking of him? That’s way more fun.