With utter slowness, he slips my blouse off my body, and lets it drop to the floor. His mouth keeps moving, kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin. He walks me back to his desk and swipes the stack of papers sitting on top to the floor.
They flutter to the ground like leaves off a tree, landing silently. His name plaque falls off with a clank, and his cup full of pens and pencils topples over with a metallic splash. Manu keeps moving forward and lays me down on the cleared desk.
My brain shuts off and my body takes over. I curl my leg around his waist. Manu slips his hand up my calf and over my thigh. He digs his fingers into the crease at my hip and growls as he lays on top of me.
I can hear the sound of his buckle as he pulls it free, and the ping of the teeth on his zipper as he opens his pants. He pulls my panties to the side and thrusts his cock in fast and hard. I'm about to moan, but he drinks in my voice with a kiss, rendering me silent. Our tongues swirl, wrapping hungrily around each other. He tastes like coffee and mint. I lick deeper inside his mouth to stay quiet as he pistons his hips.
Over and over, he fucks me. He fucks me like he needs me. He fucks me like I've been lost, and he just found me. He fucks me like our lives depend on each other.
His length spreads my pussy wide open and his balls smack my ass. I've never wanted something so badly in my life like I want him right now. He pulls his mouth off mine, his eyes moving to my tits, watching them bounce as he fucks me.
Everything in this moment feels right. It feels necessary. It feels needed.
I rake my hands through his hair as his cock pushes me to the edge. My entire body is hot, warming from the inside out. It's like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff and just waiting, waiting for him to send me over the edge and catch me as I fall.
Manu grunts as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His hips move faster and faster, rubbing my swollen bud. A shiver runs down my body as the orgasm makes my toes curl and my back arch.
He grabs my ass with both hands and thrusts his cock in as far as it can go. I bite my lip and press my face into his shoulder to quell the scream that's trying to break free. Manu's body stiffens and his muscles begin to tremble as his cock throbs inside my pussy.
He lifts his face to look down at me and smiles. “We got lucky, no interruptions this time.”
“Nope, thank God.”
Manu stands up, holding out his hand for me to take, and helps me off the desk. “Looks like I got some cleaning up to do.”
“I can help. You didn't make the mess all by yourself.”
He chuckles as he fixes his pants. “True, half of this is your mess too.” He bends down and starts to pick up the loose papers.
After I fix myself, I start to help him clean up the floor. I keep glancing over at him, watching him, fixating on him. Maybe I'm looking too deep into this, but I feel something between us. It's there. Like a smoldering ember that's just waiting for more fuel to ignite.
Should I ask him out?
Can I even do that?
I'd love to see him outside of this place. Where we can be ourselves, and not have to worry about what other people might think. But I'm not sure how he'd feel about it. We're already breaking so many rules.
He's the boss, he makes the rules.
Something inside me is telling me to go for it. What's the worst that happens? He says no? I can live with a no if he's not interested, but I'll never know if I don't ask. Life is about risk. I took a risk coming here, searching for something better. And I found it.
Why shouldn't I take another risk, and ask him out?
I suck in a couple deep breaths of air, building up the courage to ask him if he'd like to get coffee sometime.
“Six tonight.” he says.
“What?” I look over at him confused.
“That's what time I'm picking you up for dinner. Six. Does that work for you?”
“Oh, um, yeah, okay. Six tonight.”
I'm smiling. I'm smiling and I can't stop smiling. He stole the words out of my mouth.
I'm having dinner with Manu Reeves tonight. . .
Maybe luck is something you make yourself, because everything I've done has led me here.
7
Ronda
“How do I look, Velcro?” I glance over at my cat who's sitting on my dresser. “Think it's too much for dinner? Or should I go more casual? I'm just not sure.”