Get Stuffed

I take a moment to gather my things. "So where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there."

I roll my eyes as we head to the door. "Really? You're going to play that game?"

"My game, my rules,” he says.

"Our rules." Across the floor I see Jennifer, she's watching us leave together. I send her a smile and a wave to fight the sinking feeling in my stomach at her seeing us leave. It could merely be a coincidence that we're leaving at the same time on a Friday night. I take a breath. It doesn't matter. Jennifer's opinion of me isn't something I should be worrying about, and I push the disquiet out of my head. I can't tell Charles' he's been sulking if I slip into the same thing.

Our hands tangle together in the cab as we head downtown, and I feel Charles kiss my hair. It strikes me, how normal this all feels. It's almost too easy. I remember when I asked him 'Do things like this really happen?'

Apparently they do.

"I like us like this,” I say, squeezing his fingers between my own. "I like how easy it is to be with you."

He doesn't say anything in response, only kisses my lips. There is no rush, no hesitation, just sweetness and light.

That same raw feeling bubbles up in my gut, the one I felt when he met my parents. Like this is too deep too soon, moving so fast it's likely to pull me under. It's terrifying. I never thought I'd voluntarily drown.

"Where are we?" I ask. It doesn't look like much, just a back street downtown. He gets out of the cab and points to a set of stairs. "We're at the beginning of the High Line. It's an old elevated railroad track that's been converted into a park. And it's one of my favorite places in the city."

"That's amazing,” I say.

We climb the stairs and appear in a different world. Along this ledge above the city are paths filled with greenery and flowers. Strange statues and art appear at intervals along with views of downtown and glimpse of the Hudson. "I didn't know places like this existed in the city."

His fingers curl through mine. "Most people don't when they first come here, which is why I wanted to show you."

"Thank you." I tug on his hand. "It means a lot."

He sighs, and pulls me over to the railing, overlooking an avenue filled with cars and people. This view sums up New York perfectly: beautiful and crowded and chaotic. "I know that I've been in my head. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for that."

"Being worried about something isn't an excuse for neglecting someone,” he says, looking down at our entwined hands.

I cock my head to the side, "We've had...frankly mind-blowing sex in your office every day this week. I wouldn't say you're neglecting me. Are we even far enough down this road to worry about that?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and explain why I've been so worried."

I prop myself up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck. I pull his lips in for a kiss, and this time I'm the one who asks for entrance. I run my tongue along his, hopefully reminding him of other things that I've done with my tongue. "I told you, you don't have to apologize, but I always want to hear what you're thinking."

"I've started digging deeper into Seattle's books. It's worst than I thought. It's not just that the spending is out of control, there's a bunch of efficiency issues that are causing us to lose money. I started looking into the other cities as well, and Seattle is just the one that showed up first. We're weak as a company, and as CEO I should have known that. I should have been able to see it earlier."

"You blame yourself for this?"

He lets go of my hand and turns out towards the city. "It's like history is repeating itself, just like Peter. I made these decisions and now the company is falling apart. If the investors see how weak we really are, they'll walk away. And that will be the best of bad options because if they see how weak we are they could try to take the company."

"Charles, your company isn't falling apart. Not yet. You can still fix things. You said that Seattle just showed up first--so change things in the other cities before they get so bad."

"Yeah.” He runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm already trying to. But these things have an impact. It may not be enough. If I lost Peter's company after everything that he did for me, I don't know how I could live with myself."

I wrap my arms around him, pressing my head into his back. "Everything will work out. I promise." His stomach expands under my hands as he takes a breath. "You can't promise that, but thank you."

The sun is slowly setting behind us, and neither of us move for a long time, simply breathing together. When he does he turns inside my arms to face me, taking my face in his hands. "I feel something for you." He says, "but I don't know if you want me to say it."

"You can't possibly know that yet."

"But I do know it," he says. “I want you to know that I know it."

My stomach tumbles into freefall as he kisses me and my body comes alive. His lips press into me and his hands roam across my back and forward across my breasts leaving Goosebumps where his fingers touch me. I feel myself growing wet at the thought of where his hands might go next and I almost forget that we're in public. Almost.

I think he might have forgotten too, or just didn't care, but his hands move back to safer grounds. I feel what he said in every kiss and sweep of his tongue. He doesn't stop kissing me until long after the sun has set, and deep in my gut I suspect I don't want him to ever stop.

14

Charles

The phone has been ringing for a while, and I'm not sure she's going to pick up. It is pretty late, but I was hoping she'd still be awake. I hear a click. "Charles?"

Her voice is happy and sleepy. "Were you sleeping?"

"No of course not."

"Mmm, so you're totally awake?"

"Sure,” she says, her voice rough from just waking up and sending a bolt straight down to my cock. I reach down and take it in my hand, it's already hard from hearing her speak.

"I want you to do something for me,” I say.

She laughs. "Whatever you say, boss."

"Sir."

The line goes still. "Sir?" Her mind is catching up to where mine is.

"Open your legs," I say. "As far as they can go." There's a soft rustling from the phone and I can hear her breathing. "Are they open?"

"Yes, Sir." The words are nothing more that a breath.

"I want you to touch yourself. Slowly."

I hear her breathing hitch, change. I begin to stroke myself to the sound of her breath, imagining her spread out across her bed with her hair wild and her fingers moving. "How does it feel?"

"It feels good, Sir."

I do feel good. I move my hand faster, grip myself harder. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling. "I want you to use your fingers,” I say. “Put a finger in your pussy, and imagine that it's me."

She groans. "Are you imagining that it's you?"

My memory floods with the sensation of having my fingers inside her. God. My cock twitches in my hand. "I don't have to remember," I say, my voice rougher than I'd like. "I know exactly what you feel like. Put in another finger." The sound she makes is low and guttural, and makes sure there's no blood in the rest of my body.

"What do I feel like?"

I make a fist around my cock, squeezing to hold myself back. Just the sound of her voice has me ready to explode. "You feel tight. Hot and slick..." She's moaning in my ear, louder than I've heard her moan because we don't have to hide this. "Alyssa, I want you to fuck yourself the way I would fuck you. Now."

Her breaths are coming in short bursts, and my own are keeping up. My hand is moving almost on it's own, chasing the pleasure I know is coming.

"Charles,” she says. "I'm going to come."

"No,” I say, gritting my teeth to hold of my own climax. "Not yet."

"Please,” she says, every breath a moan.

"I'm going to count down from ten. You are not allowed to slow down or come until the countdown ends. Ten."

"Nooo." It's a drawn out sound followed by a desperate panting. I can see her in my mind, her whole body flushed and straining for the orgasm I'm denying her. Pure lust washes through my body and I have to reign myself in. We're going to come, and we're going to do it together. "Nine."

"Please, Sir. Please."

"No. Eight...Seven."

She's begging me now, pleading with me to let her come. My whole body is filled with heat, and my cock is the hardest it's even been in its life. "Six." I imagine I'm in the same room with her, her begging for me to sink my cock deep into her pussy and never come back out. "Five." Alyssa cries out in frustration, and my own hips are arching off the bed under my hand. "Four. Three. Two." She's gasping for air, begging me for release, and I can't hold us back any more. "One. Come."