19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Vi
By far, the worst consequence of this brilliant idea of mine to keep the relationship private, was that I couldn't come into work and stop in Jake's office for a kiss.
I went up the elevator that Monday morning with fun memories of making out with Jake in his bed. He'd insisted I go back to my own before I fell asleep… only to agree to accompany me back there. The idea had been a cute let me tuck you in , and had ended in another bout of heated kissing.
We'd repeated it the second night, too. And had found moments alone in the boathouse, and in the pantry. Hot, for sure, and not enough.
I reached my destination floor and went out of the elevator car into the Sotomayor offices, but my feet didn't lead me to my own space. They took me to Jake, just in case.
His glass was opaque and his door closed. With a disappointed frown, I stopped by his assistant's desk.
"Hey, Ryan. Is Jake going to be busy for a long time?"
"Hi, Miss Vi." He checked his desk phone. "He was on a call but his line is free now. Do you want me to check if he's available?"
"Yes, please. And also please stop calling me Miss Vi, and reach out to Stephanie to book a couple of hours for the personal project Jake and I are working on."
"For sure, Miss Vi." He gave me a little smirk; this was a game we often played. "Let me ask Jake if he's got a sec."
Less than a minute later, I entered Jake's office and closed the door behind me.
He lifted both eyebrows in interest, a sparkle in his blue-gray gaze. "Good morning."
"Morning." I double checked the glass remained opaque, even if he hadn't reached out for the switch. With a smile of my own, I left my purse on his desk and sat on his lap. "Let's talk business."
"Mmph." He welcomed me with arms that went around me in an instant, and eyes that trailed down my body. "I could get used to this."
"Never get used to it. It should feel like a blessing each time."
Jake was a large enough man that he needed an office chair to match. His size also meant that his thighs held me with no evident strain.
He cocked his head. "I've heard you say that kind of thing to other guys before. I don't like to think of your boyfriends of yore, but I sure am glad I get words like that directed at me now."
I smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, on his high cheek. "Boyfriends? Are you my boyfriend now?"
"Oh, well." He returned the small kisses, and dropped a few on my lips, my face, the curve of my jaw. "If you like the sound of it."
He kept leaving small kisses on my skin as I talked. The implicit question sat out of balance on the pit of my stomach, but I let him show me attention as I teased my feelings apart.
I tilted my head to give him access to my neck. "I'm used to that question coming into play a little bit later into things."
"We've known each other for almost a quarter-century." He kissed my clavicles. "I think we would know already if that's something we wanted with each other, don't you?"
He stole several more kisses, but I remained quiet, and soon it froze him with his lips on my skin.
He found my gaze. "Don't you?"
I bit my lip. "I just feel weird that we might want to start using the title, when we're not ready to let people know we're together."
"Oh." He frowned. "I see. I guess it's good I didn't ask anything, huh?"
"No, I asked, and ruined the moment in the same breath."
His face smoothed, and a small smile took over his lips. "You didn't, Vi. I'm glad to know how you feel."
"I just came in to give you a few surprise kisses. See if I could torment you enough to get your hands all over me."
He looked appropriately tormented for a second, and groaned when he checked his watch. "I have a meeting in a few minutes, but text me a couple of options for a fun little rendezvous somewhere later."
"You'd find an empty office to have a little fun in?"
"Every day, yes."
My next kiss happened through a smile.
I got off his lap, reached for my purse, and sought my lipstick in it.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I applied it, and put the cap back on while I gazed at him with an arched eyebrow.
"Vi?"
I bent down and smirked when his eyes dropped to my neckline. His sight whipped back to me when I loosened his tie, and did quick work of unbuttoning his shirt.
"No undershirt. Perfect," I said, before I parted the fabric to reveal his chest.
White skin; pale, small freckles, and the soft rounds of his pecs and the top of his belly— the arrow of flesh revealed to me had my breath quickening.
"You're going to kill me," he mumbled.
I pressed my lips on his chest, making sure I left lipstick marks left of center. A second, third kiss later, and the tint on my lips would be perfectly dabbed.
I straightened and admired my work. "You can button that up again, but don't you dare clean up my masterpiece."
"Fuck, Vi." His fingers did nimble work of his buttons. "I hope I survive you."
I lowered my eyes to his lap, where an impressive erection strained his pants.
An eyebrow arched high on my face. "I hope I survive you too."
"Shit." A jittery chuckle escaped his throat. "You know how to make me feel the whole range of human emotions in a single moment. Good thing cardiac events don't run in my birth family."
I gave him one last kiss, grabbed my purse, and took a few steps back. "I hope you have a second to calm down that python in your pants."
His laughter came out full on strangled this time. "You have to be quiet. You have to stop."
"I'm only concerned about how you're supposed to concentrate when you have no blood left for higher functions."
"You're going to pay—" he started, but I put my hand on the door handle.
"— I told Ryan about the next meeting for our project," I said as I opened the door, mirth and delight blooming in my chest. "He's going to schedule it like we agreed."
Jake shook his head and pushed himself forward until the desk hid all risky bits from view. Still, a rueful smile curved his mouth.
He squinted at me as he re-arranged his tie. "For sure, thanks for planning that. Text me, okay? There's more we need to discuss."
"Of course. See you later, Jake."
With a wink, I closed the door behind me and, with my head high and a pep in my step, I went to my own office to finally start my day.
It was the best Monday I had ever had to date.
Four stories below the conglomerate headquarters, the Sotomayor Group kept a few flex spaces for teams that may visit from international offices. They served as pop-up meeting spots, a quiet place for presentation prep, or admin spaces as needed. Technically, they were not designed for a sexy rendezvous, but I doubted I was the first person to book a meeting room so she could seduce the object of her affections.
Or at least that was the plan, when after a few texts back and forth, Jake and I settled on meeting at one of the offices at four in the afternoon.
I entered room 38-102, to find Jake sitting on the small meeting table. His presence surprised me; in the smaller office, his frame became imposing.
"Oh!" I closed the door and leaned on it. "I sometimes forget how big you are."
He'd been scrolling on his phone, but he put the device on the table next to him and stood in the same motion.
He looked me up and down, with a hint of defiance in the slant of his mouth, and on the arch of his brow. "How is that possible? Look."
With only a couple of steps, he encroached my space with an arm on the top door jamb— he was that tall.
"I fill a door frame, easy." His voice dropped several octaves. "I can easily make you feel small."
He put his other hand next to my waist, and looked down on me with stormy eyes.
I put my hands behind my back for added support. It would not do if I slid down onto the floor due to a severe case of weakened knees.
My heart raced in my chest. "You know how rare that is? That day in the gym when you almost broke— that was special. I remember how it felt to have you invading my space like this."
"You do, huh?" He took a step closer. "You're tall. Do you like to feel petite?"
I dug my nails on the door. It didn't help. The only result was the sound of a scratch on textured wood.
I managed to shake my head. "No. I mean, that's only part of it. What I really like is… ahhh."
He lifted the hand by my waist, and ran gentle fingertips up my naked arms, and up my neck, until a shiver interrupted my train of thought.
"Open your eyes and finish the thought, Vi."
My eyes fluttered open— I didn't realize I had closed them. "I think I like it when you get like this."
"Then finish the thought. I want to know what you like about this."
"I like that I could push and it wouldn't move you an inch. Like you can take me . That you could do as you wanted with me."
The ringing in my ears masked how breathless I sounded. He got close enough that his torso flattened against me, pinning me against the door.
He nuzzled my ear. "I could do whatever I wanted, but I don't think you know what exactly that would entail."
"You could tell me— you could show me."
His teeth closed on my earlobe and my legs almost failed me.
"Dangerous," he growled. "I could easily overpower you."
"I am not fragile, Jake. I'm not scared."
"Fuck."
Letting go of the door frame for once, he used both hands to pry mine from the door. In a single deliberate, strong move, he lifted my arms until my wrists were crossed above my head. His large hand kept my arms in place, with warm, thick fingers wrapping around my wrists.
I stared at his lips, open and slack as he considered me. "Yeah, like that. You can do a lot to me. I won't shatter."
His free hand came to my face, where he grabbed my jaw with firm fingers. "You're trying to break me."
"Yes," I breathed.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes."
"How badly do you want it?"
I pushed my hips forward until I could rub myself on his hard cock. "I've waited for years. You've kissed me, but haven't touched me. I'm waiting. I want it."
"That doesn't answer the question." He lowered his hand to my neck, with the slightest grip of his fingers around my throat. "How badly do you want me to touch you?"
His hand continued lower, over my clavicles and down to the top of my breasts, right where my skin ended and my blouse began.
"Badly." My chest drummed under his hand. "I need you to touch me."
A wild smirk, halfway into a hungry smile, took on his aroused features. "I can feel your heart."
"Touch me, Jake."
His eyes dropped to my lips. "I've imagined this moment a thousand times. Many of them were fantasies of what I'd do to you if I found you one evening working late, and we were alone in the office, and I knew you wanted me back."
"You know I want you back."
With a feather-like touch, his fingers trailed down my breast. His eyes locked with mine, studying my reactions closely. One of his fingers took a path right over my nipple, and a subdued moan escaped me at the touch.
"You said you can keep quiet," he chastised. "I want to touch you, but I will only do it if you promise you won't make a sound."
I gave him a frantic nod.
"Fuck, Vi." His hand continued its journey down my body, until it reached my thighs. "I swear the only reason why you wear so many skirts is to make me agonize over you."
He grabbed handfuls of the loose fabric and hoisted it up. Upon touching my skin, he closed his eyes in an anguished gesture.
"It's been so long wanting this…" His fingers explored higher up my leg, until he met my underwear. He ran gentle fingertips over the waistband, studying its texture like it were Braille. "Do you want my fingers on you?"
I nodded, too overcome to utter a word.
"Say the damn word, Vi. I need to hear you say it."
"Jake…"
"If you say no— shit, if you say nothing— I won't touch you, Vi, unless I know you want it."
"I want it."
His fingers slid to my front, right alongside the line of the satin edge. "Do you want me playing with your pussy here in this office?"
"Yes," I whined, low and breathy, only so I wouldn't yell.
As soon as I uttered the word, he pushed his fingers between us until they found my clit, which he immediately circled with two fingertips.
I buckled, he cursed under his breath, and circled my clit again. And again.
"Jake— I—" I whimpered.
He slid his fingers further, until two of them found my entrance. "Yes? Do you want this, too?"
"Yes. Please! Yes."
"Shh." He retreated. "Are you going to be quiet?"
"I promise. I need it."
"You're dripping wet."
"I'm so close already."
"Be good for me." He pushed his hand forward, finding my clit with the fleshy hill of his thumb, two fingers curling into me. "I know you can be good for me."
"Holy shit," I mumbled.
He did something with his thumb, some sort of motion that had the knuckle, finger, and base of his thumb rubbing on my clit. The fingers inside my pussy pushed and massaged against my walls at the same time.
"You like this?" he asked.
I was already half gone, and all I could do was nod.
"Did you dream of me doing this kind of thing to you?"
Another nod.
He held back a moan. "I've lost track of how often I used my hand while thinking of doing this to you."
Tension built steadily low in my belly, his touch insistent and intense. The need for Jake rose, for a release he drew out of me, and I heaved and wobbled against him. He continued to pin me against the door, barely allowing enough room for his hand to continue its delicious provocation on my sensitive flesh.
"Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me."
I did— I hadn't noticed I had closed them.
"You look gorgeous," he continued. "I need to see the face you make when you come."
"Soon." There was barely any sound to the word.
"Fucking ethereal, that look in your eyes." He groaned, low and guttural. "You're shaking, lovely."
"I'm com—"
My voice hitched and released, louder than I could manage. Jake didn't miss a beat; he crushed his lips to mine and swallowed my moan. My abs, my thighs, even my lungs seemed to tremble with the force of my climax. By the time I came down from my high, I had fully crumbled, and Jake held me up with a satisfied smile.
"I got you," he said. "I got you."
His hand had come out of my panties at some point, and now both of them grabbed hard at my waist. He pressed his body to mine, his cock still impressively hard against my soft stomach.
"Wow, Jake." I half-hiccuped, half-chuckled. "Have you been reading my diary?"
He snorted, an involuntary rocking of his hips on me at the same time. "No, I just did what I would have written in mine."
"It was great. Incredible, really, for a first time."
A corner of his mouth went up in a lopsided grin. "All I did was pay attention. You have an expressive face. I only regret missing the moment I wanted to see the most. Kissing you through it was good, too, though."
"You'll have another chance." I pulled my arms free from his grasp, and placed them on his chest. "But we should take care of you now."
A soft pink colored his skin. "No. Not here."
"Why? You just got me off."
"There's nothing here. Not even tissues to clean up the mess."
I gave him a feline smile. "We can make it magically disappear."
I grabbed his shirt in my fists, and shifted us to push him against the door.
"Vi. It may not be a good idea."
Fabric still wrinkled in my hands when I lifted my eyes to inspect him. "Will you let me do this? I've fantasized about it, too."
"Fantasized about sucking me off?" His brow furrowed in a harrowed upward frown.
"More than once." I started unbuttoning his shirt. "Did you keep the souvenirs I left you with this morning?"
He nodded. "It's haunted me all day. I could barely concentrate on meetings, knowing I had your lipstick on me."
"Probably ruined your shirt, too."
"Couldn't give a fuck about that ."
The marks on his chest had rubbed off slightly from his movements. I pressed my lips to the marks.
"Kiss me, Jake."
He did, his hands locking on my ass and pulling me to him. I dug my hand in my pocket, and stopped the kiss when I found what I wanted.
"Unbuckle for me." I did a big show of taking the lid off the same tube of lipstick I had used in the morning. "I think you should have marks like those in other places, too."
"Yes, ma'am." He rushed with his belt and pants button, his eyes tracking the way I applied more color on my lips.
I gave him my lipstick and he put it in his breast pocket for safekeeping. I lowered to my knees with purpose, just as he took his cock out of his underwear.
"What a pretty dick you have, Jake."
"Tell me more of that and I'll come before you even touch me."
"We can't have that." I gave him a single lick, right on the crown. "Not until I get my way with you."
He groaned. "I'm going to run out of curse words."
"It's all good by me." I gave him several small pecks. "It means you're losing your mind."
"I was taught to do the rosary when I was a kid." His breath hitched when I closed my lips around the head. "I might have to try that to last."
"Don't hold back for me." I put my hands on his thighs. "The quicker you yield, the happier I'll be."
I lifted my eyes at him; he looked down at me with heated eyes and an unbelieving face.
His fingers swam in my hair. "And yet it's you who's on your knees."
"Cocky." I admired his erection. "But with reason."
I licked from base to crown, closed my lips around him, and took him in as deep as I could.
Jake's strangled moan filled the room. "Holy fucking shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck."
I retreated and spoke in a stern yet low voice. "Quiet!"
He nodded, and pulled my head forward so I would take him in again. I did, his fingertips digging into my skull.
My lips dragged on his cock, leaving lipstick streaks on the velvety skin. I could taste the slightly chemical taste of the cosmetic, and his salty precum mixed with it. Ignoring it was easy, when Jake gazed at me with adoring, hungry eyes, and his hips met me halfway.
I took him out of my mouth and used my hand on him, my saliva allowing for smooth strokes. I played with his balls with my other hand.
"I want to see you come," I said. "I want to see you lose it for me."
"Sure, if you like. I'll impress you another time."
I grinned. "I'm impressed already. The way you had me coming with your fingers? I want to make you come with my mouth."
Keeping my eyes on him, I sucked him off again.
"I knew you'd be outspoken." He bit his bottom lip until it went white. "I knew you'd speak through it."
I hummed with him in my mouth. He fisted strands of my hair; he followed my movements, only creating mild pain from his fingers.
"But you can't speak with my cock in your mouth, huh?" he asked.
I moaned.
"Fuck, I can feel that. Are you going to let me use your mouth till I come?"
I nodded, still working my tongue on the head, on his shaft.
"I'd believe I'm dreaming," he said, his voice suddenly wistful. "But not even my dreams have felt this good."
I continued using my lips on him, and one hand on the rest of his cock.
"Violeta," was all he said, before I felt the first spurt flooding my tongue, and I swallowed fast.
I pulled back and he released my hair; he brought up his hands to his own head, where he messed up the light ginger locks.
"Holy shit." He opened his gray-blue eyes and looked down at me.
I asked for his hand, and he helped me stand up. He brought me in for a hug; I leaned on him and let him hold me tight. My temple ended on his shoulder, and a smile curled my swollen mouth.
His arms around me, heavy and strong, anchored me into the embrace. I sighed. Being hugged by Jake was every bit as heavenly as I knew it would be.
"I can't believe we just did that." He leaned back on the door.
We had probably been in the office for twenty minutes, with time utterly distorted by our activities. And I never made it fully into the room.
I smiled. "Best meeting I've ever had."
"For years I wondered… but I barely let myself imagine." He shook his head and took away his arms, to put himself back together.
I stayed close to him. "And what do you think of the reality?" I gave him a soft kiss. "Because I'm loving it."
He cocked his head. "You asked me to give myself into it. Really give the relationship between us a chance, even if we're keeping it secret for now. Vi, I hope you know… I've never risked this much with someone before. Only a few days in, and you already have more of me than anyone has ever had."
"I'm into it just as hard." I put my hands on his face, his beard both soft and coarse in my palms. "I'm jumping off this cliff with you. If we've felt this much for so long, trying like this is the only thing that makes sense."
"Even if we have to do it in a random empty office? No one should ever have to make you feel hidden. Least of all me."
"It'll be for just a little bit longer. Only until we have a plan together, and we feel more solid. Until we know we can withstand things together."
He nodded. "I adore you, Vi. I hope you know that."
"I adore you, too." I teased him with a playful smile. "And now I know how you taste."
He smirked, bright humor in his eyes. "And I know how you sound. How your knees weaken."
"You carry my lipstick on your chest. And on your dick, mister."
"Medals of honor, for all I care."
I was in bed reading a book before sleep when I got his text.
Jake : I still have your lipstick tube.
Vi : did you scrub the marks off?
Jake : not until the morning with my shower.
Vi : we need to figure out a way to have a weekend together. I need more. I need you
Jake : I'll make it happen. Should I ask Stephanie or…?
Vi : lol. Don't. Give me some dates and I'll tell her. I'll pretend I'm going out with friends. Maybe Olivia. Just make sure it's not the weekend before the party because I have a luncheon that Sunday
Jake : a luncheon? With the other ladies at the golf club?
Vi : shut up. It's a mentorship thing. They invited me to do a talk for femme and non binary folk starting undergrad degrees. It'll make me even busier that weekend with some of the people arriving from Chile that Saturday, but I didn't want to say no.
Jake : I take my words back. That's actually cool. Can I go?
Vi : I would love that. It's a public event. You can hide among five hundred young people. Well, maybe you could, if you hunch and wear a wig
Jake : haha. I don't plan to wear a disguise. Do you still want me there?
Vi : Absolutely. I don't think anyone else we know will be there. It could be a nice outing for us. Maybe I'll let you tussle me up somewhere, after the speech, too
Jake : I'll tussle you up all you like. I'll be there. I'll also plan a weekend away together, as soon as possible. Still almost two months until the party, and I can't wait that long
Vi : Can't wait