Coworkers: Chapter 8
Reunited/Lazy Sunday
Is this stupid? This is stupid. Or is it hot? Ugh.
Stephen had been in California for the last week learning about the new products for the Holiday season. He wasn't coming back until Sunday, which was three days away and I couldn't bear the wait any longer.
We had been sending the filthiest text messages to each other, but it wasn't enough. I needed him. I needed to smell him, to feel him on top of me, run my fingers through his hair while he plowed into me.
It was Thursday night when I suddenly had an idea. I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and propped my phone against a book on the floor. I discarded my clothes and oiled myself, laying on the floor, my shiny behind exposed to the camera. I knew my ass was my best, uh, asset and I recorded about 30 seconds of me slapping myself, flaunting my hole, and trying to be sexy.
I watched the footage and I couldn't decide if it was sexy or stupid. I mean, Stephen fucks me. He should love it, right?
After almost an hour of back and forth, I just sent it. 30 minutes later Stephen hadn't responded and I was ready to go into hiding. In that time, every single one of my god damn friends decided to text me, making my heart jolt with each ding of my phone. Finally, after 45 (!) minutes, I got a video from Stephen. It was his cock, leaking cum. He followed it with a wink emoticon and the word "soon." I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face.
• • •
"Canadian. Really?"
"Janis, don't." I sighed.
"What? I think it's great. That you're in a Sandra Bullock movie." Janis retorted.
I sighed again, I should have known she wouldn't take this well.
"Do you think you can introduce me?" Janis asked.
"To Stephen? Well yeah I mean-"
"To Sandra Bullock." she snapped.
On Friday, I decided to tell my very best friend Janis about my situation with Stephen. She wasn't the warmest person, so I expected her reaction wouldn't be great, but she was being difficult even by her standards.
"This won't end well, you know that right?" she said, taking a long drag of her cigarette. I invited her to lunch with me to break then news over her favorite food--Soul, but still she was determined to be difficult.
"I'm not focused on any kind of ending, Janis. This is a beginning. Please don't be so negative." I pleaded.
"I assume you want us to meet?" Janet sighed.
"Well, yeah I know how much you love Sandra Bullock." I said with a smile. Janis couldn't help but laugh. I had broken her down. We set a tentative date for a week from now, Stephen would be back by then.
"What are you doing tonight? Do you want to go to the gym with me?" I asked.
"What?" Janis snorted. "Now that you have a boyfriend you want to work out. How many times have you made fun of me--this month alone--for working out?"
You couldn't have paid me to admit it, but she was right. Spending so much time naked with Stephen had made me aware of my body. I wasn't out of shape, I knew I looked okay, but Stephen's body was rock hard and cut in places I didn't even know you could have muscle. I was determined to turn my stomach into something more defined by the time he got back from California. Which meant hundreds of thousands of crunches and core exercises.
"It's not about anyone. It's about me wanting to get in shape before Halloween and then Thanksgiving and Christmas. We're about to embark upon two months of solid eating."
Janis bought my excuse and agreed to work out with me. We spent the rest of the day together, and I was glad that I no longer had this huge secret about my life that I was keeping from her. It wasn't in the nature of our friendship to hide things.
• • •
The next day, I was getting absolutely bulldozed at work. It was crowded even for a Saturday, the entire store bursting with throngs of impatient people. At one point, I stood at the back of the building and could not see the entrance, that's how crowded we were. Being at work always made me think of Stephen, but it was particularly rough that day. I was eager to see him. Eager for him to burrow inside of me.
Besides being unusually crowded, I had to work with the Tyler, Mark, Jonathan, and Jake. Tyler completely ignored me, as usual. Jake and I had become friendly in the last two weeks, so it wasn't too awkward seeing him. Jonathan and I were cool, if not a little flirty. He was always grinning at me, or if he had his back turned to me, he would arch his back a bit and pop his ass out. But Mark had completely soured on me. Probably because I turned down his offer for a repeat encounter.
At one point, I was carrying a handful of iPods to restock and he deliberately knocked into me. "Watch where you're going. New guy." He said cruelly.
Brian, one of the other salespeople came over and helped me pick up the fallen merchandise.
"What's his problem?" Brian asked.
"Who knows?" I replied meekly. Brian was my age, with milky white skin and short brown hair. He was the hipster of the store, into obscure indie music and too smart for his own good. He had strong, veiny forearms and a cute little butt that I would sometimes stare at. We had never had any real interaction until today. And as he helped me restock the shelves, we got to talking.
"So how are things going?" Brian asked
"Pretty good." I said with a smile. "Everyone--err, almost everyone seems really nice. And my sales numbers are pretty good, so I guess I'm doing okay there."
Brian looked at me for a minute, like he wanted to say something but instead he told me to have a good one and walked away kind of abruptly. I didn't even have time to dwell on it. Five seconds later, our senior manager Cassie was roaring.
"NEW GUY! What's the solutions goal?" Solutions was retail speak for extended warranty.
"Sixty five percent." I replied, fidgeting as I stood, trying to make myself as small as possible. Cassie's nickname was The Tornado, because she blew her way into the company and was made senior manager despite having no retail experience. There was a rumor she had a culinary degree, but I was too afraid to ask her if that was true. It's not that she scared me, she just made me uncomfortable, I guess. Her short salt and pepper hair and round face reminded me of Ursula the sea witch, from The Little Mermaid. Which should have been a good thing, Ursula's a bad bitch, but it just made Cassie look evil. Like, she was retail manager by day and the kingpin of an elaborate and brutal human trafficking ring by night.
She told me that she wanted me to hit that 65% goal by the end of the day (I was currently at 30%), and I told her I would do my best.
"Better than your best, new guy." She yelled as she walked away.
I went back onto the floor and short of outright begging, I did everything I could to up that damn solutions number, but no one was in the mood for buying extended warranties. How did this become my life? Two years ago I was the center of my university's party scene. People from all over campus flocked to the parties I threw at my place, nicknamed The Molly House. I wrote a sex column for one of the campus newspapers, I had been a Student Senator for a year. In a big campus, I was a big fish. And now my biggest concern was getting people to spend $150 to extend the warranty on their shitty computers.
After a few more defeating hours, it was time for lunch. I had an hour, and I was pretty sure I was going to use it to sleep. My coworker Audra grabbed me just as I was heading out. "They want you in the office."
"Noooo! I'm going to lunch." I pleaded, as if Audra had the power to un-summon me. She gave me a sad face as I trudged back to the office. Cassie would no doubt chew me out for not hitting that goal.
I knocked on the closed door and entered, "Cassie, I know, I know my numbers aren't there. But I still have fou----" I instantly fell silent when I realized it wasn't Cassie in the office, but Stephen.
"BABY!" I squealed like a fucking teenager, making sure to lock the door behind me.
"Miss me, slut?" Stephen asked with a grin.
I flung myself on his lap and grabbed his face with both hands, planting a sloppy kiss on his puffed lips. His hands groped my body as our tongues clashed. I inhaled him, filling myself up with his scent that I missed more that I previously realized.
After five minutes of solid tongue-sucking, we parted lips.
"I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow. What are you doing here?" I asked breathlessly, a wide smile fixated on my face.
Stephen kissed me again on the lips. "On your knees." He whispered.
I guess I wasn't getting answers. I fell to my knees and Stephen taunted me with his bulge, showing me the obscene outline it made in his jeans. Outside of the door I could hear the bustle of the back of the store: the inventory team stocking the shelves, the salespeople on phone calls, technicians on their break. A four inch door separated us from them, making my heart race with nerves and excitement. But my concern wasn't getting caught, it was getting Stephen's cock inside my mouth.
He ran his hands through my hair and down each side of my face, slipping a finger inside my mouth for me to suck.
"I was going to save my load for you." Stephen said quietly as I sucked on his fingers. "But you sent me that video and I fucking exploded. You know how to make me hot, slut. That's why I changed my flight. I couldn't wait to get inside you." My cock was rock hard as he said this, begging to be released. But I was focused on Stephen.
I spit out his fingers and moved my hands to his jeans, unfastening them as quickly as possible. His cock sprang forward, he wasn't wearing underwear. I shot him a grin.
"Didn't want to make you work too hard." Stephen murmured.
In the fifteen days since Stephen first fucked me, this was only the second time he let me suck his cock and I was going to savor the moment. His cock was beautiful. Almost pink in color, unblemished save for the vein that ran on its side. His dirty blonde bush trimmed carefully, providing a neat bed for his monster. His thick low-hanging balls nestled tightly against his toned thighs. It was my favorite sight. My heart swelled with lust and my mouth watered. I was so ready for him.
I moved my hands to this shaft, but Stephen grabbed my wrists, and held them at his side.
"I want you to use your mouth." He said softly.
I ducked my head and used my tongue to bring his tip into my mouth, savoring its sweet and salty taste. A shiver ran down my spine, his dick felt so fucking good. I easily swallowed his member, and let it sit in my throat for a moment, dousing it in my saliva.
Stephen's hips bucked in his seat and he partially pulled out of my throat. "Fuck, you want this load, don't you?" He pulled me off him completely and grabbed his dick, slapping me playfully across the face. I caught it and again swallowed his length. I bobbed slowly, gliding my tongue across his girth as I moved up and down. The two sensations, I knew, would drive him crazy.
I looked up at him, biting his lip, his eyes almost glowing with lust. He was breathing harder, and I knew I was doing my job well. He had given me my hands back and I stroked his hairy balls, tugging them slightly as I worked his cock. I moved back down on his shaft, my lips kissing his base, and hummed around his cock. It was a little trick I learned in high school. I again looked up at Stephen, his head fallen back over the edge of his seat, his eyes fluttering underneath his closed eyelids. I raised my left hand and slipped it under his shirt. I groped his hard abdomen, feeling his solid muscles.
I loved everything about his body, but I loved it most when gave me full access to it. I slurped up and off of Stephen's cock and blew air across it. Another trick I learned in high school. As I did this, I pinched his erect nipple. Stephen shivered in his chair, his face twisted in lust.
"Such" he breathed, "A good fucking slut."
"Your slut." I reminded him and took his cock back in his mouth, both my hands now rubbing his abdomen and chest.
Up and down I moved, faster and faster, fucking my own face on his pole. I slobbered like an animal, absolutely drenching him in my spit. I sucked his cock as if it was what I was born to do. And in that moment, that's kind of how I felt.
I tried to make myself gag on his cock, another sensation I knew felt good. But without a gag reflex, it was mostly just spitting on his cock with the back of my throat. He laughed at my attempt, "You don't have to do that. You have better talents."
Stephen pulled my head up by my hair and drilled into my mouth, taking control. I looked up at him and our eyes connected. I gave him a determined look, signaling I was ready for it. With one moan of my name, he erupted in my mouth, streaming a river of cum down my eager gullet.
I rolled his head around in my mouth, cleaning his tip and sucking every last drop of his load. I licked his shaft clean and tucked him back into his jeans. I moved on top of him, straddling his lap and we made out some more, swapping saliva and semen. Stephen looked at the clock and moved to stand up, "Let's get out of here. I have more work to do." He said this as he squeezed my ass.
"I don't get off until 6:30." I replied with a kiss.
"Clock out. I'll approve it." Stephen commanded.
"Don't you think it's going to be suspicious if we leave together?"
"You're going to tell Suzette you aren't feeling well. You're going to go home and get ready for me to fuck you." Stephen said this casually, as if he were giving me directions.
I looked him in the eye and for the first time ever I told him no.
Stephen looked amused, like I were a dog that had just done a trick.
"No?" He repeated.
I sighed, "Cassie has really been on my ass today about my solutions. And I need to hit 65%. Or at least put in an honest attempt."
Stephen turned me around and put his hands on my waist. He was already hard again, pressing his erection against me as he pinned me against the wall. His hands moved to my ass and he bit my neck. "You're really going to make me wait?" He hissed.
I turned around and answered him with a smile, "Yes." I gave him a quick kiss and headed back out onto the sales floor.
I wanted him to fuck me, of course. I needed it. But I also needed to make sure that, though I was his slut, I wasn't his sex toy. And I needed to make sure he knew that. The thrill, I guess, of telling Stephen no put me in a great mood. I approached the last half of my shift with a renewed energy, and I think my customers noticed. For the first time, I sold extended warranties on 65% of my sales. It was a good feeling. Suzette, one of the other managers, even sang me a song as I walked out. It was nice to be appreciated. As I left, I sent Stephen a text asking him where he was but he ignored it.
I took the bus home and was surprised to find him sitting on the steps of my apartment building, holding a small box.
"Is that for me?" I asked, taking a seat next to him.
Stephen leaned over and kissed me. "Yeah. I got you something for being such a good slut."
He handed me the box and I knew what it was the moment I saw the seal on top. It was a chocolate torte from Auberge de Soleil, a hotel in Napa famous for its desserts. I saw the torte when Stephen and I were watching Barefoot Contessa one day before he left. I didn't tell him to get me one, we watched it before I even knew he was going to California. I just mentioned how good it looked. And now I had one.
There, in the moonlight, sitting in front of my apartment, Stephen had made me feel special and important and I was a bit overwhelmed by whatever unrecognized happy emotion running through me. I glanced at the box and then looked at him. Back and forth for a minute or two, in disbelief that there was this man who could not only set my body on fire, but could also be sweet and thoughtful. If I were an objective observer, I might throw up from how disgustingly cute it all was.
"Thank you." I whispered, my voice breaking on the first word.
He kissed me once more and we moved inside. I put the torte in the refrigerator as Stephen began taking his clothes off.
"You're not wasting any time are you?" I chuckled.
"Show me that ass." He grunted.
I stripped down to my underwear--navy blue boxer briefs--and moved to the bed, crawling onto it, making sure to give Stephen a show. I felt him climb onto the bed behind me and I lowered my head, offering him my ass. His hands glided down my back, from my shoulders and landed on my backside. He squeezed my left cheek and with his right hand he slapped my ass hard. I let out an exaggerated grunt.
"This is what you get for making me wait." He snarled. Again he slapped my ass and I grumbled in earnest. That one actually hurt.
"Baby." I whined. Another slap. He pulled my briefs down and I felt him rub the sore spot. Thwack. He slapped me again. Again he rubbed the sore spot, but followed it with a kiss, licking it. His cool saliva stung against me and I let out a low hiss. He removed my underwear and kissed my sore cheek again and then my waist. He kissed my back, then my neck. I turned my head to meet his lips with mine.
I felt his raging cock rubbing against my cheeks and I pushed back, eager for him.
"Do you want this?" Stephen whispered, prodding me with his member.
"Please." I groaned.
Stephen reached over to my nightstand to find lube, preparing himself quickly.
I felt his wet cock at my entrance, my knees shaking in anticipation. He pushed the tip in and I was caught off guard by my own tightness.
"It hurts, baby. Oh fuck, it hurts." I whimpered helplessly as his engorged member slid into me.
"I know it does," Stephen cooed, kissing the back of my neck softly, his arm under my body, holding me close to him. "You can't go this long without cock. You need it. I have to maintain my slut." He slid into me further, and my hole burned in protest. Slowly, he buried his entire length in my tight chute.
I moaned under him, I felt full and even though it hurt, it was exactly what my body needed. I felt complete, satisfied with him inside me. After a moment, he still hadn't moved inside me, so I rocked my hips, sliding my hole up and down his prick. Stephen's lips were still on my back and my neck, one hand on my cock and another groping my stomach.
"You've been working out slut? This feels nice." Stephen moaned as he felt my stomach and began pumping his cock.
Our combined movement rendered me useless. Stephen's thick head glossed over my prostate and I lost any ability to speak. I grunted and moaned parts of words, "Fu, fu, ye, Ste." But I was lost in my own pleasure. Stephen increased speed and growled at me, "You need my cock. I know you do. You fucking slut. Sending me videos of this ass." He slapped me hard. "You fucking tease. Sending me slutty videos and making me nut. That's what you want, right? You fucking slut. You want my nut." Faster and faster he drilled me. My hole stretching to accommodate his girth.
"Answer me slut!" Stephen roared, again slapping my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh.
"Yes, yes." I whimpered. Not even really sure of what I was saying yes to.
Pumping into me, Stephen grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him. My back arched as his face came into view, damp with sweat and plastered with a smirk. He spit into my open mouth and slapped my ass again, not relenting at all.
"I want to see your face when I dump this load in you." Stephen grunted.
Without stopping, but slowing slightly, he grabbed my right leg and pulled it across him as I flipped onto my back. In one swift motion I was facing him and he was back at full speed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked up at him. His own eyes were fixed on my ass devouring his pole. He was incredibly sexy this way, a man hard at work.
Maybe it was the chocolate torte, or that he had been away for a week. But as I looked at him, his muscled torso expanding and contracting as he shoved his big dick inside me, I was overcome with affection and yearning. Like he was the sun on a miserable rainy day. Looking at him like this made me happy in a way I hadn't been for a long time.
It also made me cum. With merely a second's warning, my cock was shooting thick strings of cum. "Oh fuck." I sobbed. I hadn't even touched myself. I could feel my hole tightening around Stephen, coaxing out his own load.
He leaned down, his face over mine and slammed very hard against me. His cock was exploding inside me, his eyes were shut and his face twisted in pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him in for a tender kiss, his load still flooding into me. I tightened my hole around him and his body convulsed over me. I knew he was spent.
He pulled out of me and I could feel the overflow of his delivery spill onto the bed. What a waste, I thought. He broke our kiss to collapse next to me. Chest heaving, he turned to me and whispered, "I missed you." He wrapped his arm around me and I fell asleep on his chest.
• • •
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
My eyes flung open and my heart raced, who could be at my door?
I turned to my right but Stephen wasn't in the bed, he was answering my door, naked save for a pair of tight briefs hugging his waist.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice croaking with sleep.
"I ordered food, get up."
I ran to the bathroom to fix myself while Stephen paid for the mountains of Chinese food he ordered. I came out to find him seated at the table with what could have fed at least ten.
"Why do you always order so much food?" I asked, setting off a rocket in my mind. Why did I use the word always like I knew so much about Stephen's behavior?
"Because I like choices." Stephen answered as he grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap.
"Well good morning." I told him, wriggling my ass in his lap, hoping to coax an erection out of him.
He kissed me softly, parting my lips to slip his tongue in my mouth. "I'm going to fuck you later. A lot, but right now let's eat." I gave him another kiss and moved onto my own seat. As we ate, we finally caught up about his trip to California, what I had been up to, and that I told Janis about us.
"You're not mad are you?" I asked hesitantly
"No. As long as you're sure she can keep a secret." Stephen replied.
"Absolutely. And I thought we could have lunch next week. I was thinking Spiaggia."
Stephen agreed and we finished eating. I was really excited by the prospect of him and Janis meeting. They were both important to me and I saw his agreeing as a good sign for our relationship. Or whatever we had.
I brought out the chocolate torte and we indulged in the layers of chocolate goodness.
"I can't believe you remembered this." I said, licking a smudge of chocolate off his chin.
Stephen didn't respond, he just looked at me and leaned in for a kiss. As we parted he smiled at me.
"So what do you want to do today?" I asked.
"You." He replied simply.
I laughed as he came in for another kiss. We moved to the couch and I laid next to him, his arms wrapped around me. I put a stupid movie on Netflix and fell asleep in his arms. We spent most of the day like this, tangled up in each other, drifting in and out of sleep. Occasionally, he would slip his hands in my underwear and I would do the same, but mostly we stayed nuzzled against each other.
It was exactly what I needed: him.
Later in the afternoon, we were both awake and tired of stupid romantic comedies. I let Stephen control the remote when I saw something that caught my eye.
"Ooh!" I squealed. "The first season of Downton Abbey! Let's watch it."
"What is Downtown Abbey?" Stephen asked, looking at the screen.
"Downton." I corrected him "Abbey is a show about this rich family and their servants in 1912 Britain. It's the most amazing thing ever and Maggie Smith is in it."
"1912?" He repeated, his voice skeptical.
"It's GOOD. Come on give it a chance." I pleaded. He pressed play and I was soon lost in the magic of 1912 England. Stephen, on the other hand, wasn't so interested.
His lips moved to my neck, his hands gripped my body, grinding me against him.
"Does Maggie Smith do it for you?" I asked with a slight chuckle.
He bit my neck softly and commanded, "Get the lube."
I bent forward and felt Stephen's rigid cock against me. It amazed me how he could get hard in an instant. I turned off the TV and went to find the lube and came back to the couch, Stephen still on his side. I kneeled down and lubed him, taking time to make sure I got every crevice of his cock.
"That's enough." Stephen chuckled after the third minute of my lube job.
I smiled at him and then crawled back onto the couch. Stephen slid his right arm under my torso and used his left hand to guide himself into my hole. He pulled me close and rocked slowly inside me. His teeth were on my neck, marking me. My left hand reached out for his and he clasped, our fingers twined together. I reached back with my right hand and ran my fingers through his hair, beckoning his lips further onto me.
Stephen clutched my body closer to his as he drove into me. He had barely any room to move on my tiny couch, but still his cock set me on fire. He turned my head towards him, our eyes locked. There was silence in the room except our panting and the sound of slapping skin. This wasn't fucking, it couldn't be. It was too tender, too soft.
He looked at me like I was a prize or some rare gem. It was an intense look, awe mixed with desire. I was certain I blushed, he had never looked at me like this. We spent an hour, maybe more this way. Cuddled against each other, him buried inside me, staring at each other. He kept me constantly on the verge of orgasm, constantly on the edge. It was torturous, but wonderful.
Finally, I couldn't take any more. "I'm going to-" Stephen cut me off and took my cock in his hands. With a few quick strokes I shot all over his hand and onto my floor. He brought his hand to his lips, licking himself clean. "My turn." Stephen said softly, kissing me, glossing my lips with my own cum. His forehead pressed against mine, our eyes fixed, and he emptied inside me. He let out a low groan and pressed me even tighter against him.
He stayed inside me until long after he had gone soft. Eventually we parted to take a shower (together) and I cleaned the couch as best I could. We settled on the bed and I tried, unsuccessfully, to get him to watch Downton Abbey. It was a perfect, lazy Sunday.
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