Page 14 of FWB

Tiegan

I don’t see Kenny more than in passing the next couple of weeks. I smile at him when we pass in the halls, and make pleasant conversation when we have time. All the while, I’m burning inside. All I can think about is the night we shared together. I want more. I need more.

“Nothing but a bunch of empty office spaces. I think the building uses it to give tours to potential tenants. The floor itself isn’t anything special.

What’s really spectacular is the view. You can see all of downtown Nashville from up there.

It’s much better than the view we get on Kroger’s floors. ”

“Don’t you need a keycard to access those floors?” I ask, intrigued.

“Not if you use the freight elevator,” Elizabeth adds with a sly smile on her lips.

This gives me an idea. I shoot a quick text to Kenny when I get back to my workstation.

Tiegan: Hey! Got any lunch plans tomorrow? I have a surprise for you. ;)

It’s an hour before I finally get a reply.

Kenny: Not that I know of. What kind of surprise? I’m not wild about surprises.

Tiegan: Trust me. I think you’ll like this one! Just meet me on the 14th floor by the freight elevators tomorrow at noon.

Kenny: What do you have up your sleeve?

Tiegan: That’s for me to know and you to find out ;) See you tomorrow.

Kenny meets me at noon the next day. “So are you going to tell me what this is all about?” he asks.

“Nope. You’re just gonna have to trust me,” I say as I press the UP button to call the elevator.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

We enter the lift and I press the button for the 29th floor.

“What’s on the 29th floor?” he asks.

“Absolutely nothing but an incredible view.” I give him a mischievous smile.

Still confused, Kenny follows me out of the elevator when it opens at our destination.

We explore the expansive, empty space for a few minutes, admiring the stunning view.

We can see everything from up here—the lawn on top of the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, The Ryman Auditorium, the famous AT&T—a.k.a.

“Batman”—Building, Bridgestone Arena, and more.

Not to mention, all the honky tonks on Broadway along with thousands of eager patrons waiting to drink their fill of overpriced beer at their favorite country artist’s bar. It’s easily the best view in town.

I take him by the hand and lead him to an open office, locking the door behind us.

“What are we doing in here?” he asks skeptically.

“I want to get you off while you admire the view. I want to swallow your cum at the highest point in Nashville. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Are you serious? What if we get caught?”

“No one is going to come up here, and I’ve already locked the door in case they do.”

I can tell he wants to, but he’s at war with himself.

“Come on,” I say, urging him, walking closer.

Finally, he undoes his belt. “If you’re sure about this.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I need your cock in my mouth. Now. ”

I drop to my knees in front of him, the bottom of my red dress pooling on the floor.

I look up into his rich brown eyes through my lashes as I pull down his jeans and black boxer briefs.

His cock springs free, ready for me. I take him in my hand, place my lips at the tip, and leave a trail of kisses up and down his shaft.

Kenny sucks in a sharp breath when I finally take the head of his cock in my mouth and begin to suck and stroke.

He hardens in my mouth, my own personal magic wand. Taking him to the hilt, I barely gag.

“God damn , baby! You take this dick so well,“ he huffs.

I moan as I move my head back and forth, savoring every inch of his hard dick. I move my right hand to cup and squeeze his balls. Popping his cock out of my mouth, I suck on his big ball sack. Meanwhile, my left hand continues to stroke his stiff member.

He sucks in another deep breath. “Oh fuck, Tiegan!”

I return to sucking his cock. I love giving his frenulum, that little spot on the underside of his cock that connects the head to the shaft, extra special attention. I lick his sweet spot until I feel him starting to come undone.

He grabs the back of my head gently, but with a firm grip, and fucks my mouth. He’s thrusting his hips back and forth, choking me each time his head hits the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes, but I don’t dare stop.

“I’m about to cum, baby! Don’t stop,” he begs.

I continue to move my head back and forth until, finally, he holds me in place as he shoves his cock into the back of my throat. His cum drips down, the taste so salty and sweet.

I lean back and wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand. He steps back, panting. I smile up at him, pleased with myself for doing a good job.

“Okay, now that was the best blow job I’ve ever gotten. And you can’t beat the view, out there or in here.“ He’s still breathless as he pulls his jeans back on and refastens his belt.

I blush. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Saying I like sucking your cock would be an understatement.”

“Well, you’re damn good at it. I might not mind coming into work if I get midday quickies.” He offers his hand to help me off the floor.

I look at my watch. “We still have forty-five minutes. Want to grab some lunch?”

At that moment, he gets a call. “Hey,” he says after glancing at the caller ID. After a second, he simply says, “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

He turns to me. “Sorry, that was Max. He needs me to come back to the office for something. Rain check?”

“Yeah, no. That’s totally fine. I’ll catch you later.”

We turn to go, but he catches my wrist and kisses me gently. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’m getting into with you, but thank you.”

I smile at him. We make our way back to the freight elevator. He hits the button for the twelfth floor and I press the button for the lobby.

“I’ll catch you later, Tiegan.”

“You can count on it, Kenny.”