A Moment of Weakness
I walked around that entire week in a fog. Dr. Dave was too busy as usual, so I hadn’t heard from him since he fucked me in my own bed at my house, my own words of “I love you” still ringing in my own ear without the sounds of his voice echoing the statement.
Was I losing my mind? We had said from our initial “contract” agreement that we weren’t going to fall in love. But here I was, admitting to him that I was in love with him as he fucked me passionately that past Monday night.
By Friday of that week, I was in a complete state of numbness. I assumed the Doc was busy, as he usually was during the week, but something very vulnerable was happening to me: I had put myself out there and I wasn’t sure what Dr. Dave was thinking.
My boss Dennis was MIA this week, since our last encounter on Monday with his comments and then that kiss that he planted on me in a hurry. I’ll admit it left me wondering. But it was pretty much over with Mr. Gibson. At least, that’s what I thought. Until he walked back into my office unannounced near the end of the workday on that Friday afternoon.
He appeared at my door, catching me off guard as I didn’t even realize he was in the office that day. I had turned to my door as I went to file something and there he was, filling the doorway with his massive body, looking all GQ-ish and handsome. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze in my spot taking in the usual rolled up sleeves and dress shirt attire.
“Got a minute?” He simply asked with a hint of a smile. He was leaning the frame, one large shoulder resting on the door as his right arm reached above his body touching the top of the molding.
“Uh…sure?” I said, hearing the lilt in my voice. He looked amazing, and I suddenly wished that Dr. Dave would call me at this very moment to say he was coming by to reduce the 6’2” temptation lingering at my door.
He stepped in and shut the door behind him, squaring himself off but remaining at the door. He folded those big arms across his chest, and he let out a long puff of air. “How are things?” He asked with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.
I frowned, unsure of what he meant. “Good.” I said rather tentatively.
He waited, before he gave me a little pursed-lip smile. “Still with the doctor?”
It was me that let out the puff of air now. “What’s up Mr. Gibson?”
He looked down at his expensive dress shoes and sort of puckered his lips. “Wow. Mr. Gibson. You’re still mad at me.” He looked back up. “Sorry. I just…” He inhaled deeply and then met my eyes. “I just wanted to apologize for our last conversation.” He blew air out of his mouth, his lips forming an o shape. “And for kissing you. I’m sorry.” He pushed his lips out and waited before licking those perfect lips and opening his arms to let his big hands hang at his side. “Honestly. I’m sorry.”
I stood there for a moment, looking up into those light blue eyes and the way his lips disappeared into his beard as he waited. He was so fucking hot, even when I was mad at him.
“But I couldn’t help myself.” He added quietly.
I tilted my head and squinted up at him.
“Move in with me.” He said suddenly. My eyes widened and I saw him freeze, holding his breath as he waited for me to say something.
“What?!” I frowned again at him, not believing what I’m hearing.
He took one big stride forward and took my arms in his hands. “Move in with me. Leave Allie and just move in with me.”
I let him hold me as I stared up into that handsome face. His hands were gripping me in desperation, and I could see the determination on his face. And then he said it:
“I love you and I want you to be with me.”
It was what I wanted to hear from the Doctor. It was all I ever wanted to hear. But flashes of my stepfather saying he loved me surrounded by his buddies using me made me dizzy. It took me a minute to regain my composure as he held his hands on me. He felt good and smelled even better. “Did you love me when you gave me to your Russian business friend?”
He opened his mouth and then closed it, letting his eyes shut as he inhaled slowly. “Yes. And it killed me. It was a mistake. And I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
I don’t know why but I moved into him, stretching up to kiss him this time, feeling his mouth open and give into me. Or was it me that gave in to him, and his puppy dog eyes. His hands were still on my arms, and he practically picked me up as we made out, until his brain kicked in and he stopped and pushed me away, turning to look at the door.
“We can’t do this here.” He looked around frantically, deciding whether or not we could.
But it didn’t stop me for some reason. I went back to him, almost charging at him, reaching up to kiss him again as he backed up to the door, his big body banging against it. He kissed me briefly, before he pulled me apart again.
“Brian, don’t.” He smiled at me, but he kissed me again. “Not here.”
“Just lock the door.” I said and moved to the side of the wall as he obeyed me. I slid sideways, around the plant that was beside my door, knowing this angle would be safe from any prying eyes. I looked at him as I undid my belt and opened my pants, shoving them down over my ass. I wanted him, and he knew it as he was unzipping his own fly.
He spit into his hand as he pulled out his cock, already thick and growing as he stepped up behind me and stroked his saliva all over his hardening dick.
“Fuck me.” I begged, and he was already in place, aiming his cock up, pushing my legs open with his own. I tugged at my pants, lowering them just enough as he stood behind me, pushing the head of that thick cock into me. He grabbed my shoulder as I braced myself against the wall and I felt him pop in. It was too much cock too fast, and I grunted and moaned out.
He knew me so well he pulled out, added more spit and then entered me slowly. “Sorry.” His hands slid up my arm to my splayed hand on the wall and laced his fingers around me as he pushed all the way in to me. “I’m so sorry Brian.” His mouth was at my ear, whispering. His beard tickled my face as I felt his breath on me.
“I love you too.” I moaned out as he started to pull back and then slid in deep. He felt so good, just as good as Dave.
Dave. I suddenly thought. We had agreed there would be no one else.
But Dennis Gibson was inside me. Dennis Gibson was fucking me. Again. It was Dennis Gibson I had originally wanted. And it was Dennis Gibson I wanted again.
“Please fuck me Dennis.” I moaned out again, sounding almost desperate.
His other hand moved up to mine, and he held my hands against the wall as his hips rocked back and forth, his mouth licking my ear and tonguing me, breathing into me. He fucked me fast and furiously, holding me tight, his body ramming into mine. I tried not to make any sounds as he whispered in my ear.
“I fuckin’ love you my boy. I want you all the time. ONLY YOU.” He slid his hands off mine, down my body and grabbed my hips for better power. He pumped my ass hard, sending that slapping sounds of our naked flesh, his hips smacking against my ass as his cock swelled. He was not going to last long.
I matched his rhythm and moved my ass back, hearing the satisfaction in his voice.
“Yeah baby. Push that ass on my cock. Daddy’s here. I can tell how much you want me.” His hand reached my hair and he pulled my face sideways to kiss me.
He fucked me harder, deeper, and I moaned into his mouth as he announced he was going to cum.
“Breed me Sir.” I begged, and he did, as soon as I said Sir. He slammed into me hard, holding me still before he spilled his load in me, giving me another thrust, followed by another, dumping his entire load into me.
Then he leaned on me against the wall and reached around, grabbing my cock and began to jerk.
“Come for me baby.” He pushed his still hard cock into me deeper and held himself there as he licked my ear and breathed into it. “Show me how much you love me.”
I leaned back on his shoulder, my nose into his beard as I quietly let him jerk me off. It didn’t take long for his hand to bring me to my climax. I shuddered against him, not even looking down as my cum flew out of my jerking cock, his hand not giving up as my load spilled out onto the wall in front of us and over his big hand.
Then he wrenched my face around again and he was kissing me hard, his tongue filling my mouth as he backed out of my ass. I moaned feeling the emptiness and he stepped back. I watched him lick his own hand, sucking the cum from each of his fingers as his eyes took in the sight of my bare ass and the drips down the wall.
“Shit.” He said with a little giggle. He looked at his own cock and the drip of cum on the head of it. I couldn’t resist and bent over to suck it off, taking his thick cock down my throat. He moaned as I did, and then pushed me off. “Stop or I’ll fuck you again.” He suddenly looked over at the door and realized he was back in view and quickly pushed me back towards the wall. He pulled his pants back up, tucking his shirt tails in. I slid my pants up, feeling the squishiness of my ass, knowing that my underwear was going to be a bit wet until I could figure out what to do. He grabbed the tissues from my desk and wiped the wall, not really caring about making it perfect before we watched each other tidy ourselves up as best we could, straightening our shirts and fixing our ties and pants.
Then he smiled at me and moved to my desk, resting that perfect round ass back on the top of it. He let out a big sigh and looked again at the door.
“I think the coast is clear.” He raised his eyebrows and then folded his arms. “But sorry…I couldn’t resist.” He grinned.
I moved to the opposite wall and rested my back on it, taking him in. “I think I should apologize. It was me that started this.”
He laughed, and there he was again, my sexy boss, without a frown, just a big smile for me. His eyes lifted, and he looked deep into mine. “So. Will you?”
But it was me that frowned again. “Will I what?”
Dennis grinned and stood up off my desk and slid his hands into his pockets, his bulge still apparent. “Move in with me.”
I felt my mouth fall open, and when I didn’t speak, I watched the smile slowly fade from his face.
“Oh.” He said quietly. He stood there awkwardly, glancing down. I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath before I spoke.
“My kids….” I started to say.
He met my gaze. “They won’t go anywhere. They’ll still be your kids. Mine too.” He grinned, making me love him even more.
“But Allie….” I didn’t know if I could do it. Not yet. Not now.
Dennis’ face fell. “Okay.”
It was all he said. I watched him standing there, avoiding my eyes now. I watched him sigh loudly, before he said it again.
“Okay then.” He was even more quiet. He gave a short nod and then in two big strides he was at my door, opening it and exited without a look behind him.
I didn’t move from my spot. I didn’t know what to do for a moment. Until my cell phone rang on my desk, and I picked it up to see Dr. David Fox’s name.
I hesitated for a second, unsure of what to say, until I answered it and said hello into the phone.
“Hey sexy.” His voice soothed me, all the way down to my toes.
“Hey.” I said with a believable lightness. I was glad to hear his voice, after seeing the dejected look on my boss’ face when he walked out my door. Dennis wanted more, and I was ashamed to admit that I wasn’t ready. Dave was safer. He was married too. He wasn’t ready to change his lifestyle like me.
“You free this weekend at all? I’ve got the place to myself and I think its my turn to have you over here for many rooms of fun. There’s so much I want to do with you. Can you get away?”
His voice was deep and husky, and I could tell he was walking, probably calling me as soon as he was free. I forgot that he hadn’t called me all week. I forgot that he didn’t say he loved me back. But I remembered he was in the same boat as me. And there was a sense of protection in this relationship between us. Even though I had just violated our contract.
“Yes. For you, I can get away probably on Saturday night.” I held my breath, trying to erase the image of the dejected Dennis Gibson from my brain.
“Perfect. Saturday night you’re all mine. I’m going to fuck you all over my house. Get ready baby.” He purred into the phone. Knowing Dave and his stamina, I believed he would fuck me all over his house.
I felt my smile widen, and the idea of seeing him again flooded my head. “I’m already ready big guy.”
Dave just growled into the phone. This was better. This was safer. Wasn’t it?
