2. Brodie
Ididn’t feel like it was an exaggeration to say today was the worst day of my professional career.
Hearing Peach’s voice over my speakers was the only way I could think of to lighten my mood. Everyone else in the office building I owned left hours ago, and listening to her say filthy things, her sighs and moans echoing through my office, would be the perfect way to say goodbye to working in this place.
“What are you wearing?” My question was half-teasing. When we started doing this—cybersex—I’d told her that was far too cliche an opener.
She’d argued I would miss out if I never asked.
That was one of the first things Peach said that made me think the woman I was talking to online had more in common with the girl I’d loved from afar in high school than I originally thought. The girl I never should’ve looked at because she was such good friends with the boy I loved.
“Nothing special.” Her response was playful. “Cotton cami. Panties.”
“Did your clothes fall off?”
“Something like that.”
I didn’t know for certain until tonight that I was talking to Aubrey—that girl from high school. Over the years she’d let little hints drop. I’d told myself it couldn’t be her, over and over. What were the odds? It wasn’t until she used her sister’s name that I knew.
I wasn’t Sebastian—I did feel like the dude had gotten the short end of the stick in his tech ventures—and I didn’t live in Haddarville. But once upon a time, I had.
“You have me at a disadvantage.” I leaned back in my office chair and relaxed into the conversation. “I’m still dressed.”
“Hmm…” Such a simple sound, but coming from her, it sent shivers of desire rolling through me. “Unlucky for you.”
“Unless I decide to even the odds.”
“Are you going to lose a little excess gear?” Her easy use of the gaming term made her as attractive as everything else about her.
I had something else in mind, though. The beginning of a fantasy begging for attention. “Not quite. I’m going to dress you up.”
“You’re going to dress me?” Her scoff was musical.
“Sort of. What are you wearing to your sister’s wedding?”
Silence.
A tired sigh.
“And there goes the mood.” Her voice went flat.
“Trust me. Play along for just a little longer.” It was more of a command than a request.
“Fine. If I get to pick? Bustier top with thin shoulder straps and a circle skirt, plus a contrasting shrug.”
“Thigh high stockings, no panties.”
Her amused huff said her curiosity was back. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m your date. I know that you’ve been running around all morning, helping her get ready, and you refuse to admit you need a break. So I’ve hunted you down to force you to take one.”
“Really.” Peach—Aubrey—was definitely intrigued.
Knowing her well enough to hear that in her voice was part of what made this so much fun. “Really. I track you down, wrap an arm around your waist, and pull you into the nearest supply closet.”
“I’ll squeal.”
“I’ll clap a hand over your mouth, and whisper in your ear that good girls only get orgasms if they’re quiet.”
“Okay.” Like that, she spoke more softly.
The anticipation had me half hard, and I relaxed further in my seat, to adjust myself. When my fingers grazed my cock through fabric, the zing raced through me. “I’m going to keep my hand there a bit longer, while I nibble your earlobe and tease your neck. I’m not done whispering filthy things. I ask if you’re enjoying our secret. The feeling of the air on your bare pussy. Knowing that the wrong bend or slip could expose you to anyone. Wondering what my plans are for you. I want to know, as I slip two fingers into your mouth, does it make you wet?”
“I could check.” Aubrey’s response was breathy, and her gasp told me she was doing a hands-on test right now, teasing herself between her legs. “But I think it would be more fun if you found out for yourself.”
Fuck, I’d love to. “So wicked. I pull my fingers from your mouth as I bunch up your skirt with my free hand, and glide along your slick cunt. Fuck, Peach. You’re enjoying this more than I expected.”
“Do I get rewarded for it?” The submission in her tone made my cock strain against my pants.
I didn’t want to free myself yet. With her, I always wanted things to last as long as possible. “Of course. It’s easy to thrust my fingers inside you.”
She gasped—she was doing the same to herself.
“And pump. In and out. Slowly at first, with my other hand on your throat, pinning you to the wall.” I was half inside the fantasy, living it as much as I was reality. In person, I was rarely this kind of aggressor, but with her… The way she devoured my words made the entire fantasy incredible.
She whimpered, and her breathing grew jagged.
“I push harder. Faster. Setting a pace that has you humping my hand and swallowing your own moans. I’d draw this out longer if I could, I’d drop to my knees and hide under your skirt, and lick your pussy until you screamed, if there weren’t voices on the other side of the door.”
The sounds Aubrey made were delicious, filling the room and my head. I didn’t have to ask to know she was pushing herself toward climax.
“It feels so good.” She gasped the words. “Let me come. Please? Make me come?”
I had a hard time saying no when she begged. “I pull out of you and slip up. It’s easy to find your clit, swollen and begging for attention. I bump against it, and you swallow a cry.”
Except in real life, she didn’t hold any noises back.
I slid down my zipper, and my dick sprung free. I wrapped the loosest grip around it, but didn’t move. “I stroke around your clit. Watching your face. Loving the way you slide through each sensation. Devouring your expressions as you climb toward orgasm. As you’re about to come, I crush my mouth to yours, swallowing the sounds you make. Teasing and caressing until you wobble away from my touch, and your body shudders from the release.”
Her cries were musical as she made herself climax. I gripped my shaft tighter.
I listened until the incredible sound tapered, before I spoke again. “Did you like that Peach?”
“Mhm.” That was contentment.
“Good. I grip the back of your neck and push down. You know what I want, and drop to your knees in front of me. I tell you to pull down my zipper, and you do without question.” Now I was stroking myself. My restraint was gone in the fantasy and in real life. “I fist my dick, and you open your mouth eagerly.”
“Yes, please. Let me taste you.”
“I thrust deep, hitting the back of your throat, pushing until your eyes water and the drool runs down your chin.”
“Thank God for waterproof mascara and smudge proof lipstick,” she teased. “Sorry. I forgot I can’t talk when I’m choking on your thick cock.”
The perfect amount of sass. “No, you can’t. But you’re such a gorgeous sight, taking me like a good girl.” My fist wasn’t as good, but it would do. “I fuck your face, harder. Faster. It’s so hard to stay quiet, but I manage to keep it to grunts.” Which I didn’t have to do now. I could let my grunts escape without worry.
Thankfully the office was emptier than the imaginary wedding. “You feel so good, I don’t last long. I come hard, spilling down your throat.” My balls tightened, and I grabbed a wad of tissue from the box on my desk, my entire body tensing as I climaxed.
When I caught my breath, it was time to return to reality. “I help you to your feet, my gorgeous, filthy girl, and make sure we’re both wiped clean.”
“With what?” Aubrey’s laugh was a dozen times lighter than when I’d logged on.
“A magical never-ending supply of wet wipes,” I countered. “Now you want reality?”
“I was hoping the rest of this was close.”
Me too. “I give you a quick kiss as I send you back to the wedding party, knowing that you’re kissing every single arriving family member on the cheek, after swallowing my load.”
“Best bridesmaid gig ever,” Aubrey said. “I need to go, I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight. For listening. For…”
“Fucking you silly?”
“Yes. That.”
“Sleep tight, Peach. Dream of me.” As we both logged off, I leaned slumped in my chair and let the bliss linger a bit longer.
I shouldn’t have been gaming in my office, and I really shouldn’t be sitting in front of the massive windows with my dick hanging out and jizz covered tissues still clenched in one hand. Though the fact that this was a high-rise view meant no one was looking in on me.
I threw away the Kleenex, tucked myself back in my pants, and zipped up.
Aubrey was the only reason I logged on tonight—it was the only reason I played most days, since work didn’t leave me time for much else.
That all changed today.
I shut down the game, which left my current frustration up on my main screen. The Email. That would be its official title in my head from here on out. It was the official notice of the same thing I’d been told earlier today by my board of directors.
Supposedly, I was being asked to take a three-month sabbatical. After almost two decades with the company I built, the board of directors wanted me to take a break and reset. That would be the official announcement to the public as well.
It was bullshit. Before my ninety-days were up, they’d have found the loophole needed to force me out.
I closed the email, set the game to uninstall, and put the last of my things into a box on my desk. I’d carted everything else personal out a few hours ago, shortly after everyone was gone. Someone would notice tomorrow that my office was empty—I shouldn’t have cleaned it out before my departure was official—but I was past caring.
Yeah, Sebastian had gotten shafted, but my situation wasn’t that different. I founded this company with a unique idea. It was my baby. My brainchild.
I’d figured out how to make biotech textiles feasible for high-volume use. We sold to the military and athletes. Anyone who wanted a portable way to monitor vital signs, and could afford to produce in volume, could buy our fabrics.
And we hadn’t innovated anything since my first discoveries. That stopped being my job years ago, but as CEO, I was the face of the company. Letting me go was supposed to reassure shareholders and investors.
Even before I’d talked to Aubrey, I had a plan about what to do with my newly found freedom. I’d been looking at property in Haddarville for months, wondering what it would be like to move back. To start a farm. To settle into a life where I answered to me.
Not a lot went up for sale there, though it seemed a lot of property changed hands. I suspected those purchases were a matter of the buyer knowing the seller, and getting in before the house ever hit the market. I wanted to do that, too.
And Aubrey gave me another reason to return to Haddarville.
This was the perfect time to fly back to the small town I grew up in, reacquaint myself with old friends and neighbors, and be there for the woman I’d been falling for over the last few years.
And while I was there, I’d buy a plot of land and settle down to start over.
There was a small possibility when Aubrey found out who I really was, she’d be overjoyed. Oh my God. The geeky boy no one remembers from high school? I’m so happy to see you again.
Odds were a lot higher she was going to say, “Who?”
I’d be introducing myself in person soon enough, and these days, no one forgot who I was, as much as I frequently wished they would.