Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 4

Two weeks earlier 

Text from John (another member at the course): Meet me at the office. 

Me: address?

John was a decent looking guy, outgoing, outspoken and well known. He openly objectified women, but I did the same to men, and I didn’t care. I can’t remember how he got my number but even when I was married, he was openly hitting on me. Now,  I’m single and DTF.

I pull up to his giant building that houses all his machines. He owns a pretty big landscaping company and it’s well known. I didn’t have to be to work for two hours and I just happened to be in the area. I quickly slide my panties off and anything else that I could accidentally leave behind- no evidence. I read the instructions again.

Come through the second door, walk up the stairs on the right, it leads to my office”

I look around and smell all earth the diesel. It’s an organized mess, and I’m not surprised to see his office the same way 

John looks up from his computer as he’s on the phone, he bites his lip seductively, pushes his eyebrows together, hungrily, and puts up the “one minute finger”. The little blue cotton strapless dress is tight to my body. I can feel the heat of the desire start to roll through me as begin to think about John's c**k.

I smirk, he’s gonna worship me. 

As soon as he’s done with his phone call, he walks around his desk. He’s just around 6ft tall, lean, tanned from working in the sun and he’s wearing his company’s blue shirt and baseball cap with rugged jeans. He says nothing. The hungry look in his deep brown eyes say enough. 

John slides his rough hands over body from breasts to my ass and grabs me roughly before pressing his mouth to mine. Mint and tobacco is all I can taste. I seductively wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers through the hair coming out of the bottom of the cap. He’s aggressive and I don’t mind.

He starts kissing his way down my neck and I giggle “Were gonna do this here?” I laugh but I knew. Yes, I was gonna f**k him in his office. I've always wanted to f**k a man in his office. He was gently massaging my t**s with his hands and lifts his face to mine.He has a s**t eating grin as he turns to his desk. He uses both arms to swipe all the s**t piled up in heaps like in the movies. I laugh at his stupidity. I know this is a fantasy of his so I will indulge. “I’m not sticking around to help you clean up” l chuckle but I’m serious. 

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Princess” he replies and pats the desk with his hand for me to sit. I don’t know if he’s mocking me, or if it’s a pet name but I don’t care and I sit on his desk. John positions himself in between my legs. 

He places his hands on my thighs and slowly glides them up to top and drops to his knees. 

Suddenly, he jerks my body closer to him and brings me right to the edge of the desk, and presses his mouth against mine, his tongue searching, eager.

I can feel his hard on through his jeans and my excitement grows.John pulls away and he takes the rim of his baseball hat and slides it on his head so it’s backwards. He holds my gaze and the excitement that's growing inside me is so hot, and knees down between my legs.

I watch as he gently pushes my legs further apart and starts licking my c**t. He goes slow, taking his time, and I feel my orgasm start to build. Watching him, lick me and then look up at me, this must be what it feels like when guys look down at girls giving blow jobs. He speeds up his pace and brings his fingers to my core. He starts tickling my hole as he speeds up his licking. Feeling the ball of ecstasy build inside me,  my eyes start to roll back as my toes begin to curl. 

“Fuckkk you taste so good” he breathes before diving back in. He speeds up and slips his finger inside. As he’s moving and licking faster, I let my first orgasm roll right over me, my p***y pulsing on his fingers and he’s in heaven. "That's it, c*m on my face," John is so f*****g happy right now"Oh my god, Johnnnnnn" I can't control myself. I f*****g love getting my p***y licked and he loves licking it.

Suddenly, John stands up, reaches into his pocket and my vision adjusts to his giant b***r through his work jeans. I smile and slide off the the desk. I turn my body, placing my hands firmly on the wooden desk top. He takes a minute and I know he’s undressing and putting a condom on. 

Then, I feel his calloused hands, running up my thighs, hiking my dress back up above my hips. I spread my legs even more and he guides his hard on  into my p***y and I gasp with relief. 

God it feels good to get f****d. 

John isn’t gentle. He’s not soft. He’s a man on a mission and that mission is me. He starts right away with a quick pace, and I'm loving it. 

One of his hands stays on my hip, and at first the other finds the nape of my neck and gently pulls my hair. I lean up towards him and his d**k hits a new spot. It feels so good. No,  his d**k isn’t the biggest. But it’s the intensity, the passion, with which he is f*****g me. And that’s all I need.

John's hand slides from my hair to the front of my neck and he hold my head while is thumb is tracing my lips “God, you’re so f*****g hot” he breathes

“Yeah” I whisper back in between the sounds of the slapping our bodies are making. I gently bite his thumb

He lets out a groan. 

His hand slides from my neck to my tit and his other hand reaches around to find my c**t.

“You’re so hot,” he breathes on my neck, “I’m gonna c*m soon.”

Well, of course you are, I thought. But I was close. 

I’m lucky to orgasm easily. I think being hyper s****l, living in the moment, and loving myself has a lot to do with the fact that I don’t have bad s*x. I make it fun. So I never wonder if my partner is going to do something right, because I always make sure of it.

I let out a breathy, “Yesss right there” and I place my hands over his, forcing him to squeeze my tit a little harder, rub my c**t a little faster, and I grind my ass into him so he gets a little deeper. 

“Holy f**k” he moans and right as my orgasm starts rolling over me, I feel his c**k pulse with release. 

He holds me there for a second while he finishes and I can feel myself pulse with him.

“Oh my god Victoria,” John proclaims as he’s cleaning himself up and I’m adjusting my dress 

“Yeah?” I ask mindlessly. I have to get out of there as quickly as possible, but he doesn't answer. I look over and he looks like he has no words. “Just don’t tell anyone and maybe we can do that again.” It was fun. I have a s*x partner in all the areas I travel to for work, except here.

He looked at me confused, “why would I tell anyone?” He pauses while looking at me “just don’t ruin my marriage.”

My stomach drops and my head snaps to him. “What the f**k did you just say??” I may sleep around, but never with a man in a committed relationship. I'm glaring at him and I watch him adjust himself uncomfortably. 

“You didn’t know I was getting married soon?” John looks confused, as if this was all public knowledge that I had no clue about.

“Um NO the f**k I did NOT” I’m now irritated beyond belief and I’m making my way to the exit. 

“Uhh yeah in September, you’re  bar tending, how did you not know?” he chuckles, like I am the one at fault here.

“You’re sick John.” And I feel so gross knowing I’m going to be bar tending his beautiful country club wedding in two months time. I had no idea it was HIS wedding since it’s under the bride's father's name. 

Mother fucker.