investigate and the bathroom door didn’t lock.
Sarah opened his pants just enough to get his cock out. Wrapping her hand around it, she paused. How different these two men could be. It wasn’t just about shape and size. David was all sleek, smooth lines, like a sports car with a purring engine. Jack was the muscle car, engine growling and impatient.
She wrapped her lips around it and sucked until and Jack gasped.
“My little Sarah, what a slut you were today. Did you love it? You did, didn’t you? I could tell by the way you moved against him.”
Sarah moaned around his cock. His words were making things hot and sticky. She redoubled her efforts, taking his large cock into her throat. He was close. She saw the signs.
“You loved feeling David’s cock in your pussy. You’re probably thinking about him now. Wishing you were blowing him, don’t you?”
Sarah tried to shake her head. No, not at all . Jack didn’t let her.
“Well, he’s not here. I’m here. Look at me.” She dragged her green eyes up and he brushed her bangs away. Despite the harshness in his tone, he looked at her softly. He smiled. “Sarah, I love you.”
Jack came, filling her mouth as they stared at one another. Things were going to be fine. Everything was going to be all right.
Sarah emerged from the bathroom, hoping she didn’t look worse than when she’d gone in. David was lingering by the doors to the boardroom—once again dark—her thong looped in his index finger.
“You don’t want to leave this behind. I may not work here any more, but I’m not sure what they’d say to you.”
“You don’t want to keep it as a souvenir? Isn’t that what guys do?”
David wrinkled his nose. “This never happened, so why would I need a souvenir?”
Sarah swiped it from him and dropped it into her purse. She had a snappy comeback. Instead, she just said, “Thank you.”
They meandered back to restaurant row, back to their cars and their normal lives. Sarah couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. What a crazy night. She hadn’t felt this alive at this late hour since she was in her early 20s, carefree and unattached.
“Good luck in California,” Sarah said when they reached her car.
They stood a foot apart, and for a moment, it felt like they would get no closer. “Thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck. This was all backwards. They’d already hooked up, yet now things felt like they were stuck on a stoop on their first date.
Sarah broke the awkwardness. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight. “I’m going to miss you, David. Thank you for everything.”
“I’ll miss you, too, Sarah.” He pulled back and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her. A car passed by, headlights bouncing off the hood of her Prius. They were cast in warm yellow.
The moment passed and he stepped away. “You’re okay to drive?”
“I’m good.” She slipped into her car, gave David one last smile, and drove home.
Jack’s journey home was a little longer. He wandered through the empty streets of downtown and let his thoughts loose. They’d done it. They’d crossed that line that was never meant to even exist outside of fantasy. He thought about what he’d said earlier in Coast: We’re going into this with both eyes open. I want you to have fun. I want you to go crazy. Just for a day. And then come home and be my angel in the morning.
His angel in the morning. After watching her get fucked in the ass by another man, would he ever see her as an angel again?
Then he went beyond the night. He thought about her when she gave birth to their kids, sweaty and in pain and so fucking beautiful. He thought about how radiant she’d looked on their wedding day, even after the sudden rainstorm had soaked her veil and gown. And he thought about her in his everyday, lounging on the sofa in yoga pants and a loose sweater, reading her Kindle. Would he think of her as his angel after tonight? He already was.
Sarah was in the
Sarah opened his pants just enough to get his cock out. Wrapping her hand around it, she paused. How different these two men could be. It wasn’t just about shape and size. David was all sleek, smooth lines, like a sports car with a purring engine. Jack was the muscle car, engine growling and impatient.
She wrapped her lips around it and sucked until and Jack gasped.
“My little Sarah, what a slut you were today. Did you love it? You did, didn’t you? I could tell by the way you moved against him.”
Sarah moaned around his cock. His words were making things hot and sticky. She redoubled her efforts, taking his large cock into her throat. He was close. She saw the signs.
“You loved feeling David’s cock in your pussy. You’re probably thinking about him now. Wishing you were blowing him, don’t you?”
Sarah tried to shake her head. No, not at all . Jack didn’t let her.
“Well, he’s not here. I’m here. Look at me.” She dragged her green eyes up and he brushed her bangs away. Despite the harshness in his tone, he looked at her softly. He smiled. “Sarah, I love you.”
Jack came, filling her mouth as they stared at one another. Things were going to be fine. Everything was going to be all right.
Sarah emerged from the bathroom, hoping she didn’t look worse than when she’d gone in. David was lingering by the doors to the boardroom—once again dark—her thong looped in his index finger.
“You don’t want to leave this behind. I may not work here any more, but I’m not sure what they’d say to you.”
“You don’t want to keep it as a souvenir? Isn’t that what guys do?”
David wrinkled his nose. “This never happened, so why would I need a souvenir?”
Sarah swiped it from him and dropped it into her purse. She had a snappy comeback. Instead, she just said, “Thank you.”
They meandered back to restaurant row, back to their cars and their normal lives. Sarah couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. What a crazy night. She hadn’t felt this alive at this late hour since she was in her early 20s, carefree and unattached.
“Good luck in California,” Sarah said when they reached her car.
They stood a foot apart, and for a moment, it felt like they would get no closer. “Thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck. This was all backwards. They’d already hooked up, yet now things felt like they were stuck on a stoop on their first date.
Sarah broke the awkwardness. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight. “I’m going to miss you, David. Thank you for everything.”
“I’ll miss you, too, Sarah.” He pulled back and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her. A car passed by, headlights bouncing off the hood of her Prius. They were cast in warm yellow.
The moment passed and he stepped away. “You’re okay to drive?”
“I’m good.” She slipped into her car, gave David one last smile, and drove home.
Jack’s journey home was a little longer. He wandered through the empty streets of downtown and let his thoughts loose. They’d done it. They’d crossed that line that was never meant to even exist outside of fantasy. He thought about what he’d said earlier in Coast: We’re going into this with both eyes open. I want you to have fun. I want you to go crazy. Just for a day. And then come home and be my angel in the morning.
His angel in the morning. After watching her get fucked in the ass by another man, would he ever see her as an angel again?
Then he went beyond the night. He thought about her when she gave birth to their kids, sweaty and in pain and so fucking beautiful. He thought about how radiant she’d looked on their wedding day, even after the sudden rainstorm had soaked her veil and gown. And he thought about her in his everyday, lounging on the sofa in yoga pants and a loose sweater, reading her Kindle. Would he think of her as his angel after tonight? He already was.
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