"See? That wasn't so bad, was it? You did so well, baby." I lean back and unbuckle my belt. Every muscle in her body tenses at the metallic jingling, and I huff out another laugh. "No, you're not getting the belt. Not today. Do you want something sweeter?"
"Maybe?" she squeaks.
"I think you do." Kicking my pants to the floor behind me, I pull up her hips and notch the head of my cock to her sopping wet lips. "God, Brooke. You're so fucking wet for me."
"Oh, my god, yes—yes, please, please? I need it. Dustin, I need it so bad, please!" She inches her pussy back towards me with little whining grunts.
"Fuck, baby. I'm not going to last very long like this." I grit my teeth and rub the head of my cock along her seam.
"I don't care!" she yelps. "I don't care, please, I just need it—need you!"
Unable to contain myself any longer, I slip my cock between her drenched lips and thrust home. The rest of the world falls away, and all that matters is this. Us. The sweet moan from my girl and the hungry way her pussy devours me. Seeing her on her knees, ass in the air, waiting for my every move, has me on edge already.
I latch my hands around her soft hips and grind myself deeper, deeper, until I don't have any length left to give. Her muscles tense again under my touch, and her breathing picks up as tiny little squeaks punctuate every inhale.She's strung tighter than a bow, and I am her humble arrow, pointed directly at the target.
The metaphor is getting away from me—which is good because it means I'm not immediately blowing my load before feeling every inch of her perfect body. Honestly? This is better than any teenage (or early twenties) fantasy I've ever had. She's here. She's real. And I adore everything about her. I want to lick her plush, pillowy thighs. I want to worship at the altar of her soft belly. I want to sink my teeth into her ass cheeks.
"God, you're fucking gorgeous," I grunt out between thrusts. Brooke doesn't respond—maybe she can't? Her little yelps morph into keening moans. Those tense muscles of hers are squeezing my cock, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last. I can feel her getting closer and closer—I slide one hand around her hips and between her legs, gently circling her clit.
Brooke fuckingexplodes. If her roommates didn't know she was getting laid before, they do now. I'm right behind her as I let out a deep groan. My body tips over the edge, and a wave of pleasure emanates through me, spilling every last bit of cum into her cunt. Exactly where it belongs. Exactly where I belong.
Sweat beads on my brow as I pump through my orgasm. She's not quite done and I would rather die than disappoint her. Ever so gently, I inch the pad of my thumb closer to her clit. If I recall, she doesn't want it toucheddirectly, butshe loves the attention. Fuck, I love it too. Her walls clamp down on my cock again and again—the pulsation of her orgasm almost knocks me off of my feet.
"Fuck," she gasps. "Fuck, Dustin. Goddamn."
Slowing the movement of my hips, I pull all the way out and watch, mesmerized, as my cum drips down her thighs. She's a work of art. Her reddened ass cheeks, her freshly fucked pussy, and those inordinately delicious thighs all short-circuit my brain, and I juststare.
Now that I think about it, Brookedefinitelycaused my obsession with butts. Don't get me wrong, breasts are amazing. I will play with them all day long. But a thick, fat ass? And thighs to match? I'd beg for mercy, but I don't want it. Torture me.
"So," I start, wiping the sweat from my brow and flopping down next to her. "Out of your system yet?"
Laughter bubbles from her, and a genuine smile breaks over her face. The post-sex flush on her cheeks makes her look so divine. It's a nice contrast against the vibrant green hair, but then again, so is everything. God, itreallysuits her.
"Oh, that's funny." She flicks away an imaginary tear. "I hate to break it to you, D-man. I think you gotintomy system."
"God, you're a dork," I snicker. "I guess I did, huh?"
The smile drops from her face, and a crease forms between her brows. She sucks in her bottom lip and chews on it, just like she used to.
"Uh oh." I grimace. "What are you thinking about?"
"Where do we go from here?" she whispers quietly.
Shit. Wheredowe go from here? "Um. I… don't know. Do you have any ideas?"
"Well," she says as she hoists herself into a sitting position. "You're only here for what, a month? And obviously, we can't… do this again at work. That'd be insane."
"Completely insane," I agree.
"So… I don't know either. Have fun? Be discreet?" She shrugs.
"Yeah, of course. Have fun. We can do that, right?" A sour pit grows in my stomach. It should be enough. This is just two friends bangin' it out. So, why doesn't it feel like enough?
Brooke
It'ssoeasytofall back into this affectionate… friendship? I guess? With Dustin. I mean, hedidfuck me ten ways to Sunday, but that's not relevant. I just feel so good around him—especially when we're not at each other's throats. I was fully prepared to fight him every step of the Atmosphere acquisition way, but… it'sDustin.
I even think we're doing a very good job of keeping this under extremely professional wraps. After our first handful of meetings, we don't see each other at work very often. I make a point to stop by Conference Room B every so often to say hi, ask how things are going, all that good stuff. My team isn't on edge anymore, either. They're acting like their normal, relaxed selves—if a little mischievous.
