More Than Words – By Crystal Perkins #2
I’ve observed a spirited book club lunch meeting.
They have a table and chairs in one corner of the room, and I was fascinated by how passionately they are discussing a fantasy book I hadn’t heard of but now want to read.
I recognize my head of R&D, along with others from different departments.
I was wondering how all these different people from different backgrounds worked so well together.
I don’t want to give books or Bel all the credit, but I know without a doubt that bringing them together with books is at least part of it.
I also saw many others just relaxing, or in some cases, working across both very different floors of this library.
Hell, I want to bring my laptop over and work.
It’s that inviting, and I know I’m going to now keep it.
I just need to figure out how to handle my attraction to the woman responsible for all of this—without putting my hands on her.
Bel
It’s been two weeks since Oscar Greer told me I could keep my library and my job.
I know I wasn’t the only one who’d been worried, and I swear I could feel the mood lift in the library the moment the memo went out.
I know almost everyone loves the library, but having so many people come and see me to give me hugs, cupcakes, and requests for books has refilled my professional well.
The only problem has been Oscar himself.
He insists we all call him by his first name, but that’s not the problem.
The problem is he’s now using the library.
Not just to check out a book—although he’s checked out and returned a few—but to work in here.
Every day. Or, at least every day he’s not out of town on business.
He sits in a big, comfy black velvet chair that faces my lower-level desk.
I force myself every single day to get my work done.
Checking out and returning books, ordering, shelving.
I even interact with everyone else like there’s nothing wrong.
Nothing like the way he takes off his suit jacket before sitting down.
I never thought unbuttoning and taking off a jacket could be so sexy.
Then, there are those strong and veiny forearms he shows off when he rolls up his sleeves a couple of hours in.
Or the way he yanks off his tie shortly after and tosses it on the chair to the side of his.
And God help me, on the days he has a vest on.
Seeing his big fingers slowly unbuttoning those buttons while looking me in the eye?
I’ve been keeping extra panties upstairs in my desk.
Worse, I think he knows how much he affects me.
I see his lips tilt up every time I glance his way.
Even if he’s working on his computer, he seems to know.
I know I affect him, because I am not going to let him rev me up without giving him some payback.
So yeah, when it’s just the two of us in there, I might unbutton an extra button on my shirt, or take the pencils from my hair and shake it out.
And I’m not even a little bit ashamed about bending over instead of just squatting down to re-shelve some books right next to him. I just don’t expect what happens next.
“Doors lock, stained glass down, frost the glass, cameras off,” he orders right before I feel his hands on my waist.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice shaky as I feel him behind me. All of him.
“Tell me you want this, or tell me to stop. Neither answer will jeopardize your job and consent is imperative, Bel.”
Straightening up, I lean back against his hard chest. “I want this. I want you. ”
Oscar
I tried to resist. I tried so fucking hard.
But Bel is simply irresistible. Her clothes, her hair, her lack of makeup other than the various shades of red lipstick that drive me crazy.
But, it’s more. Watching her interact with my other employees every day gets me hard, too.
Her empathy, her enthusiasm, her stern warnings when someone tries to cross a line with the library, the way she turns down every advance. It all just works for me and my dick.
“I’m not going to fuck you yet today,” I tell her, moving my hands up to unbutton her shirt.
“Why?” she asks, pushing her ass against me.
“You’ve been teasing me every day, and I think you need to wait a little longer for me to fill your pussy up with my cock,” I say, pushing her bra up to pinch her nipples.
“Won’t that punish you, too?”
“I can come without being inside you. It’ll just make it better when I do.”
I bite down lightly on her shoulder, and she moans. Then, she’s turning in my arms. I hate losing my hands on her tits, but I love seeing the fire in those green eyes.
“I hate you right now, so please kiss me, you asshole.”
I laugh out loud before cupping her face in my hands. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
The kiss starts off soft, but once her tongue swipes across my lips, I’m a goner. I sit back down, pulling her sideways onto my lap. I’m trying to keep her clothing intact since we’ll have to open the library again for the lunch rush. For now, she’s all mine.
We’re in the middle of the best make-out session ever when her hand tries to move to my cock. I swat it away. “I didn’t say you could have that.”
“That wants me to have it. I can feel it practically begging. So, let me.”
This woman. “What are you planning to do with it?”
“I need a morning snack. I have a feeling your cum is going to taste even better than a chocolate cupcake.”
“Such a dirty mouth,” I scold. “I was hoping for a morning snack as well.”
“And why is that a problem? The rugs I chose are very nice and plush. Get on your back, and let’s do some of that playing you promised me.”
Damn, she’s a dirty girl, and I love it. I stand with her in my arms, then slowly lower her to the ground. I work on my buttons while she licks her lips.
“Strip for me, babe. I want to push that skirt up to your waist and feast, but we both have to work after this, and I won’t leave your clothes a mess.”
I don’t promise to not leave the rest of her a mess, although I plan to clean her up with my tongue more than once.
She slowly divests herself of everything, standing fully nude with not a hint of embarrassment.
I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m taking what’s been offered.
For as long and as many times as she’ll let me.
Bel
Oh my God. I have never in my life experienced anything like that.
Multiple times, even. Don’t ask where that bold femme fatale came from, because I don’t know.
I’ve been accused more than once of being a meek, mousy little librarian.
I laugh and joke with everyone, but I only assert myself when necessary.
I definitely don’t demand sex or talk about cum.
But, today I did, and it was spectacular.
“Well?” Oscar asks from next to me, not sounding at all out of breath like I am.
“Well, what?” I know I sound annoyed. I’m just not too capable of conversing yet. I need one of the throw blankets I keep on hand for rainy days and a nap.
“Do I come second to a cupcake, or do I taste better?”
This dirty, dirty man. Who has somehow brought my dirty side to life as well. “I think I need another taste to decide for sure.”
“You can suck my dick whenever you want, Bel. But I’m pretty sure there will be some questions if you don’t open for lunch. At the very least, a lot of people would be worried about you.”
“Of course you’re going to be the voice of reason while I want a nap. You made me come three times, and seemed to come pretty hard. How are you not ready for a nap?”
“Elite athlete. I may not be playing anymore, but I still work out and my stamina is legendary,” he tells me with a laugh that abruptly cuts off. “Shit, Bel, I didn’t mean you should know that, or I should even...shit.”
I’m up and holding my clothes in front of me before he can finish that sentence. I know who he was. Is. I Googled him,and read the stories. I just thought I was more than that. I don’t know why. We’ve never even been on a date.
“I- I need to get this place opened again. Please, can you wait until I’m in my office, and then undo whatever you did?”
I don’t wait for a response, just run up the stairs and slam my office door behind me.
I don’t know if I wanted him to follow me or not, I just know I’m okay.
I’m not going to fall apart because I just let my boss lick me to multiple orgasms while I deep throated all I could take of his big dick. It was just lust. Pure and simple lust.
I clean myself up in my attached powder room and put myself back together.
When I walk back out, the library is bustling and Oscar is gone from his usual spot.
I remind myself again that it doesn’t matter.
He owes me nothing, and I’m just fine. Maybe if I keep telling myself that, my heart will believe it.
It’s two hours later when the flowers arrive.
Beautiful bunches of blue and purple peonies, the flowers I mentioned to one of the women from the testing department a few days ago when she asked my favorite flower.
There’s a note attached, but I refuse to look at it for the rest of my workday.
I know who they’re from, but I don’t know how I feel about them. Or him.
Oscar
I’ve been crawling out of my skin all afternoon.
I fucked up with Bel earlier, making her think she was just another random, when that’s not the case.
In my defense, my brain was a little muddled after she sucked me off so brilliantly.
I’ve 69’ed before, but never come that hard outside a pussy—or inside one either, if I’m being honest. I want more with her, though.
It’s fast and a little scary, but that’s how I feel.