Page 9 of Falling for Them
“You can at least give me a real kiss, first,” I say, winking.
“Huh?Oh, yeah, of course.”His lips are cold on mine and he tastes like stale coffee.If he knew we were going to mess around, the least he could’ve done was popped a breath mint.
I’d say Joel’s and my relationship honeymoon is over, but I’m doubting it ever began.
“Hang on a sec,” he says, then does something with his computer.
I laugh.“You’re not filming us, are you?”
“What?Film us?No way, babe—I mean, no way.That’s a horrible thing to think.”
He tugs me down to the floor and it’s the same as it always is.We lift up my dress.He pinches and twists my nipples just enough to get me wet, and then he’s asking if it’s okay, and I say yes because I like sex and like a fool, I think maybe this time it will actually be good.
And…it’s fine.I’m aroused.Turned on, now that we’re actually doing the thing and I’m no longer hung up on his bad breath.
I move my hips experimentally, trying to get a better angle, and…there.Now I’m getting into it.His eyes look a little darker right now, almost like his dad’s.I wish we were in a different position, but I’m afraid to ask him to move now that I finally found a good angle for his dick to hit inside of me.
Seems a shame we’re on the floor again, though.All this perfectly good furniture.He could bend me over the desk.He could order me to climb beneath it and suck him off while he sits here pretending to work.He could splay me across the couch and rut into me like an animal.
But nope.Here I am on the floor on my back.And it’s like he’s not even trying to make any contact with my clit.
I try to sneak a hand in between us so I can get myself off, but he either isn’t aware of what I’m trying to do, or he doesn’t care, because he doesn’t move to give me room.
So I go somewhere else in my head.A place where I’m in a dominating man’s office and he’s bending me over the desk, lifting up my maid’s uniform and spanking my ass before fingering me to a delicious orgasm.
Is it wrong to fantasize about other things, and maybe other people, during sex?Am I emotionally cheating on my boyfriend?It feels wrong.I shouldn’t do it.
But thoughts of Joel’s father pop into my head—filthy fantasies of punishments and rewards.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Joel says.
There it is again,baby.After I said I didn’t like it, after he said he wouldn’t.
But as we continue fucking, the word twists in my head.
In my mind, it’s Mr.Tyler saying it, calling mebaby, and the term of endearment has an entirely different spin.Suddenly it means I’m a treasured companion, not a fuckboy’s throwaway girlfriend.
Baby girl, Mr.Tyler says in my mind, just before he spanks my ass red.
To my utter surprise, I come, gasping and clutching Joel’s shoulders.
Joel finishes.It wasn’t great, but hey, I climaxed, and that’s unusual with us.I have only myself to blame that I’m not often satisfied, because nobody’s forcing me to stay in this relationship.I thought I could make it work, and I was wrong.
I can’t do this anymore, I think as I straighten my maid’s uniform.I need to tell him.Break things off.
Because thinking about his father while I’m fucking him?That’s all shades of wrong, isn’t it?Why can’t I stop?
Joel grins at me.“Pretty good, huh?”
“Yeah,” I say.
Do it now.Break up with him.No job is worth feeling like crap all the time.
But I need to afford food, rent.
Find another job.
I open my mouth to speak.
