Mine Again: A Second Chance At Love

2. Mike-2

Sure fire way to get a woman off your mind, get another woman. Kelly, an old flame that never quite fizzled out all the way, walked into my office sometime after lunch. Her car needed an oil change, no problem. Tony would have it done in no time.

“Since when do I have to sit in the waiting room?” She smiled at me from my office doorway. I raised an eyebrow at her and took my time taking in her body. Her t**s overflowed my hands, and took a lot of punishment from me when I found myself in the mood. The low-cut tank top didn’t even try to hide them, and the too short tennis skirt gave me more than a little wood looking at her ass when she turned around to shut my door.

“Maybe I’m busy.” I leaned back in my chair, rolling away from desk to give her room to slide in. Her red hair had been pulled up into some tight bun thing on top of her head, but being the good girl she could be when she wanted to be, she pulled it down for me, letting it flow over her shoulders. Hopping on my desk, she planted her feet on the arms of my chair. Both capturing me and giving me a sweet view of her p***y. “No panties?”

“Figured why waste the time.” She moved her hands down her legs, smoothing down her skirt just until she reached the hem and pulled it up, exposing herself completely.

“Smart thinking.” I gave her a wink and leaned forward. Not moving her feet from my chair, I grabbed her waist and pulled her hard to the edge of my desk. Bringing her p***y right to my mouth, I dove in. Licking her, tasting her. Her hands wove into my hair, but I pushed them away. She knew better than that, and didn’t try again to control my movements.

Spreading her p***y lips, her clit came into view from its hiding place. I’d get her off in a just a few seconds; sucking that clit would drive Kelly wild. Always did. I’d let her come, then I’d f**k her hard. I needed the release. The fast and hard f**k would clear my head.

“f**k, Mike.” Her hands gripped the side of my desk, her hips pushed up at me, a silent plea for more. “Goddamn. Fuck.” Her thighs started to tremble, she was close. Pushing three fingers into her wet p***y she came unleashed. Each breath accompanied another curse, another plea. “c**k. I want your c**k, please, Mike.”

Standing up, I kicked my chair away and grabbed a condom from the top drawer of my desk. Kelly wasn’t the only girl who hated waiting in the public room. She licked her swollen lips watching me roll the condom down my c**k. “Goddamn, I love that thing.” Her hand reached out to wrap around my d**k, but I slapped her hand away.

“Not today.” Without another word, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, yanking them apart and up as I drove into her hard. She gasped, but wasn’t put out; she knew what kind of f*****g she’d get when she walked into my office; it was the kind she came looking for. “Show me those tits.”

She pulled her tank up, letting her bare t**s bounce freely. No bra. This girl wanted it bad. Letting go of one leg, I grabbed her tit, squeezing it hard until she arched her back up at me and squealed. That sound…that f*****g beautiful sound. My c**k plunged into her harder. Taking her n****e between my fingers, I twisted it this way and that until she was writhing beneath my grip.

“Please. Please,” she begged, but not for me to release her. No, she wanted to f*****g come. “Dammit, please.”

The desk scrapped against the floor of the office. I released her tit and moved to her clit. If she thought she was close before, she would be surprised. I pressed the pad of my thumb down on and she nearly bucked off the desk, taking my c**k deeper into her p***y. “That’s it. There it is. You wanna come?” I continued to stroke her, letting her lead me to my own release.

“f**k yes. Mike. Please. No more teasing.” She gripped my forearms hard. I pushed her legs over my shoulders, making her p***y even tighter around my c**k.

“Come for me, then.” I watched her face as she tried to scream out her orgasm. Not a sound. Just an open mouth ready to belt out her pleasure, frozen. I could feel her p***y pulsating around my d**k and plowed into her even harder, not giving a f**k that the desk had worked its way a few feet away from where we started. The harder I pounded her, the harder she gripped my arms. The slight mixture of pain from her nails mingling with the tightness of her p***y threw me over the edge.

I pumped two more times into her, then froze. Letting the waves of my orgasm carry me away.

“f**k, Mike.” Her heavy breathing started to slow while she lay on my desk, crushing my papers beneath her.

I pulled away from her, yanking the condom off and tossing it into the trash can. Once she hopped off my desk, I turned back to her, d**k already put away, and sat back down in my chair, trying to catch my breath.

She righted her shirt and smoothed down her skirt. “I heard Leroy’s gonna bring a girl to the poker game on Saturday.” I hadn’t heard that, but he probably was. That guy couldn’t go a day without a new chick to bone, not that I had a problem with that. I supported his ruling on keeping women on his d**k then letting them go free. I didn’t run as quick of a turnstile as he did, but fast enough to keep my c**k well serviced and the rest of my life free of drama. “Maybe she could use some company.”

I checked my phone for messages, and ignored Kelly’s comment. Fishing for an invite wasn’t going to get her anything but a world of disappointment.

“Watching you guys play poker all night maybe would spark some other fun.” Going for the balls, the only way she knew how to get what she wanted.

“Maybe. I’m sure Leroy could use a second girl for his arm. Just give him a call.” I tossed the phone on my desk and pretended not to see the flash of anger in her eyes. It wasn’t my fault. I never gave her a line. I didn’t do long term. f**k, I barely did short term. A few dates, maybe, several f***s, hell yeah, but never would I stick around long enough to get invested in a woman. That spelled trouble. And I’d had enough of that s**t already.

My office door swung open and Tony popped his head through the opening. He noticed Kelly, but ignored her. “That Honda’s ready for you.”

“Thanks.” I waved him off and retied my boot that had come loose. When I walked past Kelly, still looking more like slapping me than kissing me, I gave her a peck on the cheek. “Didn’t think to lock the door when you came looking for your f**k?” Pleased with the proper caliber of humility in her expression, I left her in my office to finish the Honda.