Broken Lovers

Chapter 2

I started typing up the second page from the pile of handwritten drafts I had in front of me. I was in my third month. I was enjoying the work and found it mentally rewarding. However, Liam had been in a horrible mood for the past two weeks. I wondered if it was me, but that night, he offered to drive me home. He told me he was going through a divorce and we ended up in a pub. After an evening of drinking, talking and laughing, the inevitable happened. I didn’t mind, but thought it was a one-off situation brought on by too much alcohol and that he’d want to forget it ever happened. The next morning he called me into his office.

"Why did you leave last night?"

"My mother gets worried." It was a childish excuse, but it was one of the reasons, the main one being that I’d started to freak out when it hit home that I’d had s*x with my boss.

"I’ve been thinking. What happened between us…"

"It’s okay,” I interrupted. “I’ll get my stuff and leave."

"Whoa! Stop! Just let me speak."

"Okay, sorry,” I replied, beginning to feel a little easier about things.

“I like you, Maya,” he said. “You’re so different from anyone I've ever met, and I’d like for us to get to know each other better. But I don't want you to feel this is a rebound situation. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Making love to you last night was very special.”

I felt it was time to say something in return. "I enjoyed it as well, but there’s so much to consider. For starters, you're my boss.”

Liam rose out of his chair and came round to my side of his desk. Before I knew it, he was close enough to touch. Electricity crackled in the air and the outside world ceased to exist. He kissed me, and as I felt his hand on my shoulder, a wave of lust powered through my body. It wasn't for him, though, it was just that I wanted someone to want me, to crave me. And he most definitely did.

As I kissed him back and our mouths stayed interlocked, he reached round and unzipped my skirt. I helped him by pulling it down over my hips, kicking it off impatiently as he began to softly kiss my neck. His breath was urgent, panting a little, and I listened, wondering how far he would go. But any speculation on my part was quickly laid to rest as he dropped to his knees and kissed me through my panties.

"You are so unbelievably sexy," he murmured, gently pulling my knickers to one side and placing a single kiss on my lips. I shuddered with anticipation as he slowly drew my knickers down my legs, kissing and nibbling my inner thighs.

Stepping out of my panties, I parted my legs and reclined against his desk, allowing his tongue and fingers to explore me at will. I knew I was behaving like a cheap tart, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be sated.

I gasped as he moved his tongue up over my clit, hovering and teasing before moving back down, seemingly content not to rush me. As his tongue and lips worked, I began to relax, feeling that special warmth growing inside me. He was doing his best and it felt good, but earth-moving it wasn’t. I needed more, so I reached down to curl my hand in his hair and pull him tight against me as I fantasized it was my dream lover. I couldn't picture a face. I was content just knowing it was a hot stud straining every sinew to please me. Eventually, I needed some support, so I lay back on the desk, draping my legs over Liam’s shoulders and pinching my n*****s as he worked hard down below to make me come. The strange silence of the office was broken only by the echo of his urgent licking. I was in heaven, with Liam exactly where I like my men to be. But then I felt him move and looked down. He was preparing to rise.

"No. Stay on your knees. I'm so close," I ordered in a breathy whisper, and he returned immediately to my p***y, once again moving up to my clit. A finger began to press against my lips before sliding in, but his tongue remained in place and my thighs began to quiver. The warmth between my thighs started to crescendo, enveloping my upper body and sending signals all over. My orgasm was so close.

"f**k, I'm going to come!" I cried out, and although I don't remember it, Liam told me later that I gripped his hair so hard, I almost tore it out at the roots. I came in torrents and lay back panting like a b***h in heat Opening my eyes, I could see Liam had removed his trousers, and his c**k was poking out like a broken tent pole in a gale. He pressed it against my lips and I felt him slide in on my abundant love juices. I groaned as he grabbed my hips and began to thrust, slowly at first, but as our arousal and my juices made the movement slicker, with more speed, building up a steady rhythm. Bizarrely, the only thing I could think about was that I hadn't had a good look at his prick and had no idea how big it was. It didn't feel very thick and my last boyfriend had filled me more. But it still felt wonderful.

Liam looked down at me, his eyes glazed over with lust, almost blurred and unfocused as he lunged into my compliant f**k hole, grunting and gasping with increasing volume. I was quite happy for him to use me that way, but wished he’d pay more attention to my breasts, so I used my own fingers to tweak my n*****s as I neared my second orgasm of the day. I have no idea how long we were like that. Perhaps it was only a few minutes, but he gasped that he was coming, pulling out to pump his sticky seed all over his knuckles and my neatly trimmed p***y hair. I looked at him again. While it had been nowhere near my best ever f**k, he looked so joyous at that moment I couldn't feel too disappointed, and at least he’d made me come first.

"That was amazing. Truly amazing," he said hoarsely, gazing at me through half-closed eyes.

That was the first of many times we had s*x in his office. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was just okay. He always came, but I had to resort to the age-old white lie on more than one occasion.

Over the next seven months, we traveled twice to Europe and once to Thailand. Even though s*x with him was regular and our conversations never-ending, I still didn’t feel complete. Something was missing. But I wasn’t planning to move away from him anytime soon. He always tried to make me happy and satisfy me. And he was very generous, buying me all kinds of gifts, including the most expensive and sexiest lingerie. He also moved my mom and I into a posh apartment. I told myself the only reason I accepted that was for the health of Mom, as she’d been suffering with anemia for quite a long time, was always tired, and had lost a lot of weight in the last two years. But was that the real reason? I honestly didn’t know and I wondered if I was behaving more like a high-class hooker than a legal assistant.

Liam had been away on business for three weeks when he called round one night. He’d only met Mom twice and never stayed with me, as Mom knew nothing of our arrangement, putting our improved fortunes down to my doing well in my job. She’d have been mortified if she’d known I was screwing my boss and being rewarded in such a manner. I was surprised to see him, but let him in, telling him to be quiet. We tip-toed to my bedroom, where I slipped off my robe and slid naked into bed, watching him undress. I’d gotten used to him not being quite as big as I’d have liked, but with the right instruction and guidance, he usually ended up ringing my bell. And he always made the effort. On that night, after kissing me on the mouth, he began to trail kisses down my body, his lips encircling first my left and then my right n****e. But as he kissed down my body, I had an idea.

“Lie on your back,” I ordered.

Once in position, I moved over him and let my knees settle on either side of his head. Then I lowered myself to his waiting mouth. I felt his tongue hungrily delve into me, and throwing decorum to one side, I pressed down more, sighing as his tongue went even deeper. I had a reasonably good life thanks to him, but I wanted to enjoy s*x too, and I knew from other boyfriends that this was the one way I was guaranteed to come. It puts me in the dominant position, which I like, as I’m able to control my lover’s efforts by moving forward when I don't want them to rush it and then back when I want them on my clit again. In this way, I’m able to last a little longer. I’ve also been known to slide forward a little bit too far (accidentally, of course!) and have my lover’s tongue probe my anal opening, which feels like heaven. That night, I thought about it, but as I looked down, I could see Liam was totally focused on me, licking and sucking hungrily, and decided to leave that pleasure for another time. I reached down for his hands and placed them on by breasts.

“Play with my n*****s,” I commanded, “and don't stop licking until I’ve finished coming. Okay?”

He grunted what I presumed was his assent as he tried even harder to please me. I responded by grinding my crutch into his face. Moving faster, I could feel his breath and tongue working hard, and as I began to move faster, I had to muffle my sighs of lust with my hand. My n*****s became rock hard as his slender fingers worked their magic and soon I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm coming," I gasped, tightening the grip of my legs on his head, and I orgasmed hard against his mouth.

As instructed, he carried on licking, tasting my juices and drinking them down. He’d done well. Feeling he deserved a reward, I gingerly raised my legs and slid down his body until I was level with his waist. His p***s was semi-hard, so I took it into my mouth, causing it to grow hard as my lips slid up and down his shaft. I knew he probably wanted to come in my mouth, but I needed him inside me, so I straddled his body and slowly eased myself onto the iron-like pole. As I was soaking wet from my own orgasm, his c**k slipped inside easily. He grunted, and I began to gyrate and lift myself slightly at the same time. His hands held my hips steady, and from below, he began to thrust, slowly at first, gradually building up speed. And as his grunts become more vocal, I allowed myself to relax and him to put in all the effort. He continued for a short while, but I’d f****d him enough times to know his body, and as I expected, he gasped he was close and was about to come.

It’s okay. I’m on the pill now,” I lied. “Come inside me!" I felt his body go rigid. Then he gasped, trying to be as silent as he could, and a violent shudder, which almost turfed me onto the floor, was followed by a slight movement inside me as he came. Holding his c**k with my muscles, I let him drain himself. His spent but happy face told its own tale.