Page 12 of FWB

Tiegan

H is kiss sends an electric current through me. I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and tangle my fingers in his dark hair. His soft tongue dances circles around my own, exploring every part of my mouth.

As soon as it happens, it’s over. Kenny pulls away from me. “Damn, I’m sorry. I told you we could go slow, and here I am pouncing on you.”

“No, it’s okay,” I say, breathless.

“How about I put on some music?”

“Sure, music would be nice.”

He opens his phone and the sweet sounds of a mandolin play from his speakers.

“This is beautiful. Is that Chris Thile singing?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s his band, Nickel Creek. This is ‘Holding Pattern .’ ”

“I really like this. Would you dance with me?” I hold my hand out to him.

“Oh, I don’t dance. Like, ever.”

“C’mon! Just a little slow dance.”

“No,” he says with finality.

I let it drop.

He continues, “I think we need to lay down some ground rules if we’re going to do this.”

“What kind of ground rules?” I inquire, curious.

“No intimacy. This is strictly sex. Feelings don’t need to play a part in what we’re doing here. I know you said that you’re worried about developing feelings for me, so I’m giving you an out right now. And no one at work can know.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone about what we do. I tend to keep my private life private. And what is your definition of ‘intimacy?’”

“No holding hands, no cuddling, no dates.”

“What’s the difference between ‘dates’ and just hanging out with you outside of the bedroom?

Because if this arrangement means I don’t get to actually hang out with you, then I’m not sure I’m down with it.

Like I said, I like you and I enjoy hanging out with you.

It would kind of suck if we were confined to a hotel all the time. ”

He seems to take my words in before saying, “No kissing, or acting affectionate. If we happen to be out somewhere and you see someone else you’re interested in, don’t feel like you can’t make your move.

The same goes for me. Obviously, we’ll be respectful toward one another, but at the end of the day, we are both free to see or do whomever we want outside of this arrangement. ”

My mind is racing. Is this what I want? I’ve never gone into a sort of relationship knowing that it will never go anywhere.

Is this always how it’s going to be? Can my heart handle this?

I know myself, and I can fall fast for a person when I get to know them.

I look at him. He’s so stoic, just waiting for my answer.

I look into his coffee gaze, and I know— I want him. “Okay,” I reply, simply.

“Okay? No objections or questions?” he asks, skeptical.

“All I ask is that once you start getting tired of me, you let me know. Don’t just string me along.

I’ve had that happen more times than I can count.

As long as I know this isn’t going to be more than what it is, then I’ll be fine.

I won’t get my hopes up for a fairytale ending. I’m more of a realist than that.”

“Okay.”

“And besides, it’s probably best that feelings don’t get involved. I’ve already got enough on my plate with this new job and my crazy home life. I don’t need my heart getting in the way right now.” I’m talking myself into this more and more with each word.

“You’re sure you can handle this?”

“Yes,” I say, firmly.

“Okay, good. Because I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“I can assure you, the feeling is mutual.”

I take off my Converse and start to unbutton my shorts.

“Oh, are we done talking now?” he asks, eyeing my hands.

“I think we’ve talked enough,” I say as my shorts slip off my waist.

“Thank fuck.”

Then he is on me again, kissing and nibbling my lips.

He slips his hands under the back of my crop top and unclasps my bra.

I raise my arms, and he takes my shirt off with one fell swoop.

I finish removing my bra, and he palms my tender breasts in his hands as his mouth continues to explore mine.

He takes my peaked nipple with one hand and moves his mouth to suck on the other.

His tongue swirls around my sensitive nipple and the sensation sends fire through my veins.

I run my hands through his peppery hair.

“It’s not very fair that I’m standing here exposed and you’re still fully dressed,” I pant.

He straightens. “Well, I think we can remedy that.”

He removes his black T-shirt and throws it on the table next to us.

I admire his body. I’ve always had a thing for a man with a little meat on his bones, so his physique is perfect in my eyes.

I run my hands up his chest, toying with his soft, black chest hair.

I roam my hands over his chest and stomach, and then gently start kissing his neck and collarbone. He sucks in a breath.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

So my lips continue their exploration of his upper body while my hands work on unbuckling his belt. Finally, the clasp breaks free and I tug his jeans down.

“I have to warn you, I’m a grower, not a show-er,” he says, embarrassed.

I’ll be real honest here—I didn’t lose my virginity until I was thirty.

I’ve had my fair share of partners since then, but they were either large or small.

There wasn’t much growing, if any. So, when he says this, I’m not entirely sure what he means.

And then I pull down his blue boxer briefs, starting to understand.

I’m not disappointed, per se. Just a little surprised.

“I promise, it gets bigger,” he says before I can say anything.

“Kenny, I’ve fucked dicks of all sizes. You’re fine,” I say as I take his member in my hand.

I drop to my knees in the middle of the room, and I stroke his cock. Then, I open my mouth and put the tip in.

Kenny lets out a hiss of pleasure.

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. Feeling him starting to harden under my touch, I give his frenulum extra special attention before removing my hand that has continued to stroke him, and take him to the back of my throat without warning.

“Fuck, Tiegan!” he cries out.

I continue to suck his member from root to tip until, like magic, his cock starts to actually grow inside my mouth. So that’s what he meant by he’s a grower and not a show-er. Huh.

After several minutes, I pop his cock out of my mouth and smile up at him. “You’re cock is like my own personal magic wand.”

He looks down at me and huffs a laugh, “I’m glad you enjoy it. Not every woman appreciates it upon first inspection.”

“I don’t discriminate when it comes to the male genitalia,” I tease as I stand up.

“That might have been the best head I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, honey. That was nothing. Just wait until I learn what you actually like.”

“I have a feeling we’re going to have fun getting to know each other.”

I walk over to my purse and grab my travel vibrator that I always keep on me. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” I croon, holding the toy up for him to see.

“I’m starting to get that vibe.”

“Ha! I see what you did there.” I laugh as I walk back over to the bed and lie down.

He smiles. “What are you planning on doing with that?”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“Show me how you would touch yourself if I wasn’t here.”

I’m getting a little nervous now. I’ve never played with myself in front of someone else. I’m starting to realize just how naked I am, and in front of my coworker no less.

He can sense the change in my demeanor. “Hey, it’s okay. This is a safe space,” he says as if sensing my thoughts. “What happens in this room stays in this room. You can trust me.”

And in this moment, I want to trust him. So I do.

I sit back against the pillows and spread my legs wide open, giving him a full view of every curve, every scar, every blemish.

“You’re stunning,” he breathes.

At his words, I begin to relax. I turn the small, pink vibrator on to the setting I like, and I slowly move it to the top of my slit. I circle the head around my clit, letting the buzz take over, throwing my head back against the pillows.

“That’s a good girl,” I hear Kenny say from the other side of the bed. He’s moved to lie down next to me.

When he’s settled, I look over at him and see he’s playing with himself too. Why does watching him jack off turn me on so much? I don’t know, but it does. I want him back in my mouth. Now.

I turn off the toy and set it on the bedside table.

Kenny pauses his stroking, letting me take over.

I take his cock in one hand and his ball sack in the other, and start to simultaneously stroke and squeeze.

When I can’t take it anymore, I remove my hand from his balls and brace myself on my hands and knees, preparing to take him in my mouth again.

When I do, I taste his precum from his head.

He tastes delicious. His hands find my hair and he gives me a gentle tug.

I position myself where my ass is out and my pussy is in his face.

He takes the hint, sticking two fingers inside me, and pumps them in and out . I get wetter and wetter.

“I have to taste you. Lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

I do as instructed, spreading myself wide open for him.

He licks the fingers he had inside me and then puts them against my clit, starting to stroke.

After a few seconds, he positions his face between my legs and takes a long lick.

The sensation is unreal. He swirls his tongue and sucks on my most sensitive bud.

Once again, he sticks two fingers inside my pussy and thrusts.

This makes me come undone. I let out a cry as I clench the comforter.

He sits up and wipes his mouth with his hand before rearing up to kiss me.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” he pants.

“Just wait until you feel how tight I am.”

I can see him almost melt. He gets off the bed and stalks over to his discarded jeans, fishing for his wallet. After he finds it, he flips it open and searches through it for something, only to come up empty-handed.

“I don’t think I have a condom on me. Fuck. ”

“Well, I’m clean if you are. I was tested a couple months ago, and you already know that I can’t have kids. So I don’t mind going bare if you don’t,” I reply from the bed, not caring, just needing him inside me. Now.

He seems to hesitate a moment. “I’m clean. Are you sure, though?”

“Yes.”

He prowls back over to the bed and crawls on top of me.

He positions himself at my entrance and strokes my slit with the head of his cock, coating the tip with my moisture.

Then he’s plunging his now impressive, fully-erect dick into my pussy.

I moan in ecstasy as he thrusts in and out.

He positions my legs to where they’re resting on top of his shoulders, and the stretch is so good.

I reach for my vibrator on the bedside table.

“Do you mind?” I ask between strokes. “I usually need clitoral stimulation to get off.”

“Please, don’t let me stop you.” He huffs as he continues, not breaking his stride.

I turn the pink vibrator to my favorite setting and position it at my clit. After several minutes of Kenny keeping his tempo just right and the vibrator doing it’s job, I can finally feel the edges of my orgasm building.

“Don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly. “I’m so close.”

He doesn’t stop; he doesn’t slow down. My orgasm continues to build until I can’t take it anymore. I let out a cry as the sensation takes over my body, my pussy clenching around his cock as he comes alongside me.

He pulls out and rolls onto his back, panting. “Holy shit. You might have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he gushes.

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that,” I say proudly.

“Like, you should be in The Guinness Book of World Records for Tightest Pussy.”

I laugh. “I’m not sure that’s an actual category, but thank you for the high praise.”

I get up to use the bathroom—because, hello, I do not want a UTI—and clean myself off.

When I return to the room, Kenny is back in his blue boxer briefs, lying in bed, scrolling through the TV channels.

I didn’t bring a change of clothes, so I slip my underwear back on and crawl into bed beside him.

He finds an old hockey game on TV, and we settle into a comfortable silence until I drift off to sleep.