Elijah
Sofie bends over me and licks every last bit of my white creamy cum off me. Her tongue’s slow and sensuous. Her eyes are focused on me. She reminds me of a puppy looking for approval.
I use my fingers to clean her breasts where some of my creamy white cum has left its mark. I follow the trail from the middle of her chest right to between her breasts. Once I’m in the vicinity of those exquisite tits, my fingers accidentally finding their way to her rock hard nipples.
In my mind, there’s a reply of her nipples pressed against the inside window of the jet as I’m fucking her from behind.
What had Oliver complained about the other day? Something about me setting the bar high? How true. I’ve even set the bar pretty high for myself.
Briefly, I pinch and pull those rosebud nipples of hers. They seem to become razor sharp, begging for more.
Her moan confirming she’s enjoying her first order of the day.
My lips are drawn to her. I see her part her own in anticipation of what’s going to happen.
Instead of meeting her mouth, I pull my hand out from inside her bra. I hold my index finger up to her mouth and she wraps her tongue around it. Gently, she sucks on it and then releases with a loud pop.
Now I do come down on her, hard and fast. She digs her fingers into my thigh as my lips crush hers and my tongue forces entry to tango with her tongue.
I’m completely lost in our lip lock.
When I pull away, I notice she’s breathing hard and fast. I’m not much different.
Time to stop what we’re doing.
“Excellent work Sofie,” swiftly I pack my manhood away and smile at her. If I’m not careful, my fucking cock will be ready to keep going.
As much as I want to keep fucking her, there are meetings I simply cannot get out of today. Any further pleasurable activity will have to wait for another place and time.
“Thank you,” Sofie replies and oozes obedience.
For a moment, I imagine what she might look like in a maid’s uniform.
My imagination is working overtime. I picture fucking her at the photocopier, in the boardroom and the elevator.
Fucking bitch is messing up my brain so bad I might need some serious therapy.
Snap out of it, I tell myself and put my brain back in charge, relieving my dick from that duty.
I feast on her ass as she walks back to my desk.
Fuck, she’s got a fucking hot ass. Wouldn’t it be great if I could just throw her over my knees and give her a severe spanking before I fuck her again? Feelings of pure animalistic lust threaten to grab a hold of me.
Eli, Eli, stop straying off the path.
I shake my head a little to stop myself galloping down another imaginary wild sex romp.
Work. Eli, you need to focus on work.
Positive self-motivational talk. I’m an expert. I know how to do that stuff in my fucking sleep.
“Now then,” I pull my chair a little closer to my desk. Wouldn’t it be fucking awesome to have her naked body draped over my desk and ride her hard and fast?
“Yes?”
I clear my throat. I really need to get back to practicing my self-motivational shit to keep me on task.
“Here’s your project for the day.” I point to a pile of manila folders.
Sofie nods and reaches over to grab them. In the process, I see right between her breasts again and it takes all my inner strength not to reach out and cup those delicious tits of hers.
“Come and see me if you’ve got any questions.”
She nods and smiles a wicked smile.
“I’ll be sure to see you if I need to...” she does not finish the sentence, the unsaid words tucking on my insides. Seems someone else is pretty good at wielding words to suit her purpose.
Perhaps I should get her a desk in my office? It’s fucking big enough.
I watch her ass wiggle right out of my space. When she closes the door, I lean back in my chair and sigh.
I can’t fucking keep going like this.
Sofie...Sofie...Sofie. She’s become the center of my attention, my universe.
Every part of me is obsessed with the woman. She is intoxicating.
I toy with pouring myself a drink but dismiss the idea before I’ve even finished thinking it.
Alcohol is not going to replace Sofie.
Fuck.
I stand and pace the length of my office. If there were more time, I’d head to the gym for a full body work out. Nothing like punishing your body to get your mind back on task. But I’ve got an important meeting in fifteen.
Up and down I stride, thoughts straying here, there and everywhere.
Who’d have thought it? I, Elijah, co-owner of a multi-billion dollar company, ruthless businessman, was turning into a bumbling idiot over a woman.
Of course, the biggest problem in all of this is the other two. Not the other two women, but the other two men who are interested in the same woman as I am.
The sparring session with Oliver the other days leaves me under no illusion what he’s thinking about Sofie.
Sofie.
Everywhere I turn she’s there, bigger than life-size.
What had Oliver said? Do we even know she’s real?
Absolutely fucking real.
If Oliver and I have caught the Sofie bug pretty bad, Lucas will have been infected with the same affliction.
Three men, one woman, and a movie script or plot for a book but not a real-life situation.
I sigh. My insides squirm. Would it really work?
Fucking the same chick as your best mates and business partners is one thing, getting serious with the same chick and them is something else.
But, I’m getting serious. I know I’m getting serious. I want more, so much more.
I want to have Sofie next to me when I wake up in the morning. I want her smile to be the last thing I see when I got to bed just before I fall asleep and I want to be with her when I’m eating lunch. I just want to be with her all the time.
The more I think about it, the more determined I become. A house, I want to buy a house with her and have her move in.
As soon as the thought is finished, I want to start researching. Of course, I still have not solved the problem of the other two men.
Fucking hell. How’s this going to work out?
There’s no way it can affect our friendship and business. We’ve known each other for too long.
My mind is unable to really get a handle on what it would look like in real life.
I stop in front of my personal library. It’s really a book shelve, but I like to call it my own library, makes me feel more distinguished.
Books have helped me with most of the problems I’ve faced in life. Because of books, I am where I am.
Aristotle and I wrestle with philosophical questions, while Einstein and I work on quantum physics. The Dalai Lama adds a holistic spiritual dimension to my life and Kant teaches me about the mind.
Kant’s so right with his belief that the mind is a complex set of abilities —abilities to perform multiple tasks.
My fingers pull out a book at random. They turn the pages but my mind’s not focused on anything particular.
Words blur in front of my eyes. Would this be the first time books let me down?
Meditation.
A calm mind is a more powerful mind. Perhaps when I’m in a calmer state, I’ll be able to solve the problem.
It’s as if I’m possessed by Sofie.
Witchcraft. Perhaps I need to read about witchcraft.
Of course, the idea is absurd and I dismiss it. A chuckle takes a hold of me.
It’s those piano fingers of Sofie that have taken a hold of me. And not just the obvious part, no, she’s taken a hold of all of me.
She’s caressed me, grabbed my heart to caress and squeeze it gently and she’s not letting go.
There’s something inspiring about her. Not only is she super gorgeous and a fantastic fuck, she’s interesting, witty, has a great sense of humor and she’s smart. You don’t find a woman like that every day.
I sigh and put the book back.
I won’t find answers to my questions in a book.
I mean, who has written on the topic of three successful businessmen falling for the same bewitching woman? And what to do about it?
No author comes to mind.
Is there a market for such a book?
I cannot help but chuckle at my own silly thought, businessman through and through.
Sofie.
My mind’s obsessed with Sofie.