Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
“Hey boss.”
Josh turned to see Stepphy heading back from the bathroom. He was sitting in her chair, now fully dressed, and she was walking towards him, clothes back on also. He had been panicking, worrying about what they had just done. He had fucked his assistant, which aside from being rather cliche, was really going to make working together awkward.
Or was it?
She took long, easy strides towards him, her shorts back on her body, her face glowing from being thoroughly fucked, her dark hair tousled ever so slightly. Her smile was easy and he felt himself relax. Everything was going to be ok.
She giggled as she dropped into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and gave him a good, long look before leaning in for a long, slow kiss.
“Hey,” he said, softly.
“Well, that was fun.”
“It really was.”
She let out a sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to bend me over that desk?” she asked, her face completely serious. “How long I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me?”
“A long time?”
“A looong time,” she confirmed.
“Sorry for making you wait so long.”
“It was worth it,” she said, wriggling on his lap, getting settled. “
Really
worth it.”
She leaned in and kissed him again, more passionately this time, moaning into his mouth as his hands slid up the back of her t-shirt, touching her in places he had yet to explore. But even as he did so, he knew there were things that needed to be discussed further.
“About your friends…” he said, “they’re…”
“Down the road?” she said, in between kisses, “they’re waiting for you.” She laughed softly.
“Why didn’t anyone say anything?”
“It was just a little holiday fun for the four of you,” she said, leaning back and looking him in the eye, “or at least, it was supposed to be.”
“What is it now?” he asked.
“You tell me.”
He looked at her as she waited patiently for a reply.
He thought about the three women and what they had over that time, of how the four of them had formed a close bond, friendship and feelings and really great fucking sex. How could that possibly carry over into the real world? How could he be in a relationship with three different women at the same time?
Four.
There were now four women.
Stepphy, the woman sitting on his lap, the woman he had just filled with his seed, was inextricably linked to all of this. She was the instigator, the puppetmaster, the prime mover. She had made all of this happen, for all of them. She knew him better than anyone and knew exactly what he needed.
“I don’t know,” he said, finally, “but I need to find out.”
“I’m sure they’ll be very happy to hear that.”
“And you?”
“Me?” she asked. “I’m just happy if you’re happy.” She smiled and kissed him again.
“I mean,” he stopped, searching for the words, “I don’t know if it can work. I mean, I don’t know if it can work at all, there are so many variables, so many new scenarios to consider and I’ve never done this sort of thing before, I’m not even sure if there’s a name for it. But I do know that I want it more than anything ever. All of them. I want to try and make it work, whatever happens.”
“I’m glad,” she said.
“But I know,” he continued, “that the only way it can work, the only way I want it to work, is if you’re there with us.”
She beamed.
“Really?”
“Really. I don’t know how much you know about…”
“All of it,” she said, “I know about
all
of it, and my only regret is that I couldn’t be part of it. Oh god,” she moaned, wriggling on his cock, “just the thought of it, it makes me want to…”
She ran her hand down to his cock, finding him hard, and smiled. She slipped off his lap and began unbuttoning her shorts, and he began taking off his trousers. Suddenly, she was on top of him, lowering herself onto his hard cock, moaning with pleasure as he stretched her tight pussy out once again, groaning with satisfaction as she sank deep onto his shaft, gasping with surprise as he whipped off her t-shirt and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking at her breasts as she rode him, grunting as she bounced on him, taking every inch of his cock, letting him fill her up with every inch until, with a groan, he unloaded into her for the third time that day.
“
Oh god
,” she gasped as she collapsed onto him, her heart beating fast, her breathing heavy, “it gets better every time.” His cock, still deep inside her, twitched, and he had to agree.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him, feeling the heat of her body on his, the softness of her skin, her desire to be next to him.
“What now?” he whispered softly into her ear.
“Now,” she whispered in return, “we tell the others the good news.”