Coworkers

Coworkers: Chapter 10

Halloween

"You want this dick?" Stephen asked as he moved in between my legs, his engorged prick swinging obscenely in front of me. He ran his hands across my torso, pinning me down on the bed. "Answer me."

"No." I said defiantly, trying to close my legs to him.

"What did you say?" Stephen spat, his face now inches from my own, his hand gripped on my neck. He had a mean look in his eyes, something I had never seen in him.

"I said no!" I struggled against him, trying to wriggle free from his grip.

"Calm down." Stephen grunted as he forced me down. "I know you want this." He ran his firm cock against my thigh. "I knew you wanted it the minute I saw you walking down the street. With your tight pants and v-neck shirt. You were flaunting this fucking body. You need a big fucking dick inside you."

He took my face in his hand, turning my head to the right and slipped a finger inside my mouth as he forced his cock into my clenched hole. I whimpered underneath him, "No. Stop it. No."

Stephen did not give me a moment to adjust to his size, he did not wait to begin pummeling me, he did not care about what I wanted or needed. He immediately hit full speed, slamming himself into me, his iron cock hitting me in all the right places.

I lost myself in the pleasure, and forgot completely what we were doing. "Don't stop baby. God, go faster." Stephen stopped moving inside me and lost himself in laughter.

"I'm sorry!" I cried out. "I'm so bad at this."

Stephen brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me. A more tender kiss than I deserved. "You were doing really good until you asked me to go faster." We laughed together in between kisses.

That morning, like so many since Stephen had begun sleeping over, I had woken up incredibly horny. I watched him sleep for a while, his muscled physique rising and falling underneath the sheet. His strong arms at rest, curled up beside him. His hairy legs poking out from underneath the covers. I thought about how gentle he was. I kissed his chest and woke up him gingerly. And that's when I had an idea.

To role play a little.

"I thought this would be hot. I was wrong." I said to Stephen, burying my blushing face in my hands, embarrassed by my failed experiment.

Stephen grabbed my head and brought me in for a kiss. "It was hot. You're hot." He and I resumed our previous position, without the pretense.

I know it was kind of silly, but I wanted to "spice things up" between us. Especially since I had banned any sex at work after we were almost caught by Audra. So lately, we had been defaulting to slow, tender sex in my bed. It was wonderful, incredible. Mind-blowing, even. All of that. But I didn't want Stephen to get sick of me. I didn't want him to tire of the slow, tender sex in my bed.

My mind raced through all of this as he pummeled into me. I was being silly. Stephen spent practically every night with me. He fucked me. I didn't need to worry. But if there's one thing I'm good at, it's worrying.

I collapsed on top of him, his warm load dribbling out of my hole.

"What are your plans for Wednesday?" he asked, my hands combing through his furry chest.

"Janis, Chris, and I are going out. I think. Berlin maybe. I'm still not sure."

"Chris is the straight one, yes?"

"Yes."

"Weird, isn't it? Straight boy with nothing but gay friends."

"It's not weird, he's just open-minded."

Stephen seemed unconvinced, his faced splayed with a grimace.

"Anyway," I continued "what are your plans?"

"I have to work. It's a Visuals night."

"Even on Halloween?" I asked, almost offended.

"Even on Halloween." Stephen repeated with a kiss.

We didn't talk anymore about Halloween, because as excited as I was for my favorite holiday, it wasn't exactly a happy topic. Mostly because I desperately wanted to go out with Stephen and hold him and dance to shitty music and get drunk and be young and in lust. But that was a life that's more or less off-limits to me. I knew that being together in public that way was a risk. So I didn't bring it up. I accepted that Stephen and I exist mostly inside of my apartment. And that's fine.

--

"Hey you never shared your juicy gossip with me."

I opened the store with Kiki on Tuesday morning. We were alone on the sales floor when I remembered she had promised intel to me last week.

"Oooooh. That's right!" Kiki exclaimed. "You'll love this."

She leaned in and made a big show of making sure no one could overhear us.

"I hear things aren't so happy in the Vause household." Kiki said deviantly. Christians and their gossip.

"TY--Tyler?" I asked, trying to contain my excitement. "What, um, what happened?"

"Well, you know Kate wants to have a baby. It's kind of all she talks about whenever I see her. But I guess Tyler isn't ready for that. Liz, who works on Michigan and has been best friends with them for like ever, told me they aren't even having sex anymore. Kate's a mess, poor thing. And Tyler is pretty much shutting her out."

I sat for a moment and let her words sink in. I knew Tyler wasn't having sex with his wife, that much he told me. But I didn't know how bad it was. Was it because of me? Did I do this? A tiny kernel of hope popped deep within me. Had I turned Tyler? Had I--

After a beat, Kiki continued, interrupting my thoughts, "I really hope they work things out, they're such a cute couple."

"Yeah." I said flatly, watching as Tyler walked out on to the sales floor, ready for another busy day. "So cute." --

I was all alone on Halloween morning. Stephen had worked late Tuesday night and stayed at his place. Around noon, as I was midway through my fifth episode of Golden Girls, my doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, least of all Stephen. He said he had errands to run.

"Hey." He said gruffly, with a shallow kiss.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to get him to give me a proper kiss.

"Let's go out tonight." He replied, rebuffing my lips, but putting his hands on my waist.

I looked at him for a moment, searching his face for a sign of emotion. He didn't seem angry or happy or anything. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"We can't go out, Stephen. You know that."

"Yes we can." He rattled off a list of tiny restaurants and dive bars. Places no one would see us.

I wiggled out of his arms and sat down on the couch. I needed a moment.

"Stephen," I sighed "It is Halloween. I want to dress up and dance and drink too much and enjoy myself. I don't want to sit around with a bunch of accountants in Evanston. Okay? I'm sorry. I just don't. We can go out another night. Anywhere you want."

I turned around just in time to see him walk out.

--

Around eight that night I start getting dressed. Because of the unusually balmy weather we were experiencing, I decided to forgo my original costume idea for something a little more fun. Rihanna pulsed in the background as I stepped into the shower. I should have been excited for the night ahead of me. I really do love Halloween. But I didn't know what was going on with Stephen. And I didn't want to know. Not really.

I knew that he was upset, but I was upset too. It isn't easy. Being his god damned dirty secret. Being this object of infatuation that he stuffs in a closet. Only dragging me out when he wants to get his dick wet. The water beat down on me and I tried so badly not to think about why I was so angry. I tried not to think that I might be fallin--

No.

I didn't even let myself go there. Stephen is a good fuck. He's got a fucked up situation that I can't get tangled up in. It's just sex. That's it.

I stepped out of the shower and rummaged through my closet for a pair of very small brown shorts. I found the matching shirt and affixed the plastic badge onto the front. I wrapped my plastic belt holding my plastic gun around my waist and in a few short minutes I've become a very slutty cop. The shorts barely covered the bottom of my ass, they're absolutely ridiculous and I loved it. I only buttoned half of my shirt, letting my wisps of chest hair show. I examined myself in the mirror a long while, content with my decision not to be a wizard.

Janis showed up to my apartment around nine as a totally unironic, unsexy Big Bird. She wore a yellow hoodie that she had feathered and paired with pink tights. It was hilarious and only she could pull it off. Chris showed up not wearing a costume. Just jeans and a polo. His usual outfit. Straight boys.

After a few choice cocktails, we made our way to the bar, running into hordes of other friends. Halloween always brought out the entire queer community. Thankfully, Janis knew the bouncer and we didn't have to wait in the half-mile long line. Inside drinks were expensive and it was crowded as hell, but it was exactly what I needed. By eleven, Chris had pounced on some unsuspecting straight girl and Janis found her lesbian circle of friends to dance with. I flittered through the crowd, doing shots with old friends and getting a little too handsy with new friends. Somewhere past midnight I bumped into Louis, a beautifully hairy Jewish boy I used to fuck when Bush was still president.

We danced together for what felt like hours. First a little apart and then closer and closer. The music got louder and we got closer. I didn't mean for it to happen, but somehow his hands found mine. And then his lips. His tongue. There was so much tequila and he kept raving about my costume.

"It's so fucking hot, man. Look at you, you're so fucking sexy." Louis purred in my ear. He was exciting and comfortable all at once. I wasn't thinking about his commitment issues or his mother issues. I was just thinking about the cute boy standing in front of me, who wasn't, at the very least, in a green card marriage.

"Thanks Lou." I said, greedily lapping at his lips. I groped his hairy thighs and thought about the hardy cock that lied between them.

I was just about to slip my hand down the front of Louis's pants when I saw him. Well, I saw his hair before I saw the rest of him. Dirty blonde and an absolute mess. His strong face came into view next and then his body, unsteady and covered in a paper thin white v-neck.

Louis was still sucking on my neck when Stephen finally reached me. I asked Louis to give me some privacy and he reluctantly agreed. I didn't know how long Stephen had been out of work, but it was enough time for him to get very, very drunk.

There was fire in his eyes, it seemed to radiate from him. He closed the remaining gap between us and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Mine. You're mine." Stephen slurred.

"Don't touch me like that." I commanded as I placed my hand over his, which was firmly squeezing my barely-covered ass.

"This ass is mine. You think I give a fuck who sees me? I don't care. Let them know. You're mine." Stephen sneered. He was mad. Drunk.

I wrestled myself out of his grip, bumping into several people as I did. This was so not the place to have this kind of conversation with Stephen. Not only was it crowded, loud, and dark, but I knew Jake came here sometimes with some other people from the store. My mind dizzied at the thought of anyone from work seeing Stephen groping me. But he didn't care. Seconds later his hands were on me again, his fingers inside my shorts, pawing at my ass.

Any coherent thought I had crumbled the minute Stephen slipped his finger inside of me. The depravity of the situation got the better of me and I grinded against his digit. He wrapped his other arm around me, and to an outsider it might look like an innocent dance.

"Take me home. Please." I begged him.

"Why? I'll fuck you right here. I told you. I don't give a fuck anymore."

"Stephen. I want you to take me home." I said this as I lowered my body, parting from him.

My head spun. I was drunk, too. I felt like throwing up, but I wasn't sure that was the alcohol. I grabbed Stephen's hand and weaved my way back through the crowd. I sent a text to Janis and Chris, letting them know I was leaving, and forced Stephen through the exit.

"Who was that guy? The one you were thirty seconds from fucking?" Stephen's words sloshed together. In the moonlight, his drunken gait was more pronounced.

"He's an old friend. Don't make a big deal out of it." I said as I hailed a cab. The streets were overflowing with costumed drunks, but thankfully that meant the cabs were out in droves.

Stephen babbled on about Louis and my ass during the entire cab ride home. His words becoming increasingly unintelligible. But by the time we had reached my bed, he had fallen quiet. His eyes were sad.

He looked at me seriously for a moment, his eyelids heavy, "You should have fucked that guy. He was cute."

I lied down on the bed, not bothering to remove my costume. My head pounded and I was in no mood for the sudden angst that Stephen seemed to be in the midst of.

"Just say you were going to fuck him. It's okay." Stephen was moving next to me, but my eyes were closed and I was trying desperately to stop the room from spinning.

Tyler flashed through my mind. Louis. Jake. I had choices. Well, not Tyler. He was maybe possibly leaving his wife but that didn't make him an option. But I didn't have to be a part of Stephen's complicated bullshit. And in that moment, in felt like bullshit. Who the fuck was he to show up and declare ownership of me. Sure, I had indulged his little fantasies before, but I wasn't his fucking sex toy. I wasn't.

I worked myself up into a frenzy in a matter of seconds, I opened my eyes with the intent to kick Stephen out, only to find that he had curled up next to me. His eyes were closed and his face looked restful, finally. My anger dissipated into something more like annoyance. Yes, the particulars of our situation were a mess, but he was still Stephen. In the few weeks we had been together, he had become important to me. And I realized I didn't want those other options. Not really.

"You really should have fucked that guy." Stephen murmured.

I laughed and ran my hands through his hair. "Shut up. You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk. I'm in love."

"Wha--"

He was on top of me before I could finish the thought. His mouth inhaling my own, his tongue thrusting against mine. He was sloppy and rough, drunk, but still in control.

Stephen took my hand in his and placed it on his growing cock. "You make me so fucking hard. I'm hard all the time. Because of you."

I palmed his erection through his jeans, and thrusted my own against his. "You make me just as hard." I whispered in his ear.

"Turn over." He commanded.

I flipped onto my stomach and he straddled himself over my legs, running his hands over my ass. He bent, running his tongue across my ear.

"This costume should be illegal. You can't fucking go out in public like this, slut. You're going to start a fucking riot." His hands didn't leave my ass as he went on his rant. I felt my shorts bunch in his hands and then felt the cool air against my bottom. In an instant he had torn my shorts open, exposing my hole to him.

Stephen dove down, lapping at my asshole. I lifted my ass to meet him and we slammed against each other, his tongue probing further inside of me. His hands parted me further and his wet jaw rasped against me.

"Baby." I moaned. The last bits of my anger finally gone.

Stephen removed his tongue and I heard him shuffle behind me, lubing himself. I felt his stomach on my back and then his member at my entrance. He wrapped his arms under me and he pushed himself inside my hole. I was breathing heavily and let out a string of expletives. At this angle, I was clenched tighter than usual and Stephen's engorged cock hurt. But in the best way possible.

"Harder, baby." I sobbed underneath him. "I can take it."

Stephen kissed the back of my neck, not heeding my pleas. "I know you can." He whispered.

He gripped my body against his and flipped us over, now on our side. My aching cock finally freed, Stephen took it in his hand and pumped in pulse with his fucking. My head was still dizzy, but I had the pleasure radiating through my body to distract me.

It was everything I thought I didn't want and everything Stephen needed. He pumped into me gently, rhythmically, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy. His lips rarely left my own, and when they did it was to mark my neck or shoulder. I thought I needed to excite Stephen, that I needed to pretend to be someone else. To be something more for him But I was enough. And that night he proved it.

"You're incredible this way." Stephen breathed. "Beautiful."

I didn't last very long in this position. Within minutes I was unloading all over his hand, onto my stomach, and my sheets.

He flipped over me and laid me on my back, lapping up the cream on my stomach and his hand. He moved over me and pushed softly inside me. For a moment, he just let himself sit in my hole and then he started moving slowly. Again he kept me at the edge of eclipse, at the edge of sanity, it felt like.

Did he love me? Or was he drunk? Can sex even be this good if there isn't some element of love? I didn't want to think about this. I just wanted to get fucked.

"You want my load?" Stephen asked seriously.

"What a silly question." I giggled.

"Not here" he said with a thrust. "Here." he continued with a kiss, tucking his fingers under my chin.

My face lit up--there may have been tears--and replied with an enthusiastic "Fuck yes."

He slipped out of me and moved to my side, his lips on mine. I pawed at his wet cock and slid down his body. I took him in my mouth, savoring his familiar flavor.

"Make me cum, slut." He commanded, his fingers brushing my face softly.

My eyes didn't leave Stephen's the entire time, I was so incredibly turned on by how much pleasure I brought him. I ran my hands up his hard abdomen and pinched his fur-covered nipples. Seconds later, he was cumming inside my mouth. It had become my favorite taste in the world, and it was exploding down my throat and coating my teeth.

I took my time swallowing his heavy load, allowing myself to revel in its tang. Stephen's eyes were glossed over--with lust or alcohol, I wasn't sure. He pulled me close to him and we quickly fell asleep.

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