This business retreat has been highly productive, but having an entire weekend away from life’s distractions was a little disheartening. Well, maybe not as dull as I’m making it out to be. The team and I have bonded more than before. Drinking games may account for most of this new development. Still, at least it has opened us to more intimate conversations. One such personal topic starter is a damning revelation of sex, domination and assertiveness in a room of three males and two females. I realised my mishap 3 seconds after getting the words to pass my lips, but everyone seemed to have taken the news like I said today was Monday. It’s Saturday, but you get my point.
I didn’t mind so much how everyone else responded as compared to one other in the room. When Steven heard my confession of enjoying being held and fucked, he stopped midway with having his drink to look at me and smirk. I’m not sure if that meant he heard and took notice, or he thought, ‘Finally! A success story to our game.’ Either way, my body right now is too cramped and on edge to process the simple actions of my crush.
I had just leaned over to refill my somewhat empty glass with rum when I noticed Steven walking over to sit beside me on the couch. Everyone felt the strain of the day and went towards their rooms an hour before, but it seems Steven and I had the same great idea of idling before bed. He placed my feet on his lap as he sunk into the spot they rested before.
“I’d love to share the rewards with a great thinker, but I will fight you for this couch if it comes to it,” I said with a mocking smirk and a playful tone. My best defence for lust is a lot of sarcasm. He chuckled, “Don’t worry, love. As long as you make a pirate proud and share the riches in rum.”
I replied with a smile, “Now that is something I could help with, but you’ll have to share my cup for a taste.” Shit! My body hummed at the thought of such an act. A child’s play in fantasies, but all I saw was that I’d have a secret, albeit indirect, kiss.
He leaned over to repour the already forgotten rum in the glass. I stared at his arm as it extended to hold the bottle. His muscles dipped and spread like valleys in the hilltops. His skin was smooth like chocolate syrup after if poured over ice cream. I’ve lost my fucking mind. Sitting here a few feet away while sinking deeper into thoughts of how erotic his body must look out of his clothes. Can I be any more sex-crazed?
He must have sensed my carnal ideas as he sipped from my cup while looking straight into my eyes. “Seems like you needed this couch more than you let on. Need a foot massage?” “Yes.”
I said it without hesitation. I needed to feel his hands on me.
He placed the glass back on the table and leaned back as he held one foot by the heel. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to become lost in it all.
Now a simple rub should feel as such; simple. But when Steven touched me, it felt like satin sheets against my skin. A feather-light caress that bordered on torturous. Subtle at first until its presence becomes more unmistakable with time. Surrounding you with softness, then flickers with quick heat as it dips in and out of your curves to its next resting place.
His fingers kneaded my ankles to his will. Exerting enough pressure to send pricks of pleasure through my veins and up my leg till it pooled into swirling lava at my core. As he guided my leg with authority, I unconsciously parted my thighs for his gaze. At this time, you may be wondering to yourself, how could I say ‘unconsciously’ if I’m naming names and pointing out the time?
Well, it may be as his hands firmly pressed a line from my calve to my knee, I smelled a heady scent of moistness drifting up from the shrinking space between us. As my muddled senses tried to track the wave of sensations hitting my body, I heard a soft, needy moan from my lips. At that moment, I shot up to open my eyes to unadulterated lust staring straight back at me.
My breath caught in my throat as he pinned me with his eyes. All I could read from them was, “I want you.” “I need you.” “I won’t hold back with you.” “You will take all of me, and I will pour into you.”
In trying to make sense of the situation, I looked down to find my thighs spread and his hands further against my leg, mere inches from the heat we both felt. As I took a deep breath to calm my thoughts, Steven leaned forward and slid one hand straight into my warmth. Cupping my heat in his hand and guiding my head with his other, he leaned in to kiss me deeply. Lapping up all of my excitement, I barely had time to hold on for the ride.
My hands reached for his face as his fingers pressed between my folds, finding my clit through my panties. I let out a grunt as the lava I tried to contain soaked my lips and panties. I fought for air as I gasped to control the shivers each stroke coaxed out.
“I’ve needed to taste you since you walked through the door this weekend. Give me a taste, baby.”
I heard him groan the words, but I had no time to comprehend how far his lust had gone. He slipped two fingers then beneath my panties, and I felt a line of sensation from my opening to my clit. Slow, deliberate circles rained havoc on my senses. Steven’s firm fingertip dragged, then flicked against my moist heat as it pulled deeper moans of ecstasy from my lips. He angled his hips seamlessly against my groin as he lifted my leg for better access.
I forced myself to keep eye contact as the fingers he used to wreak havoc before now slowly slid deep inside me. I gasped. Steven leaned back then to look into my eyes as I took him in. He smiled as his fingers went further and curled.
My body unconsciously grinds into them as I grip his shoulders to steady and find some resemblance of balance. His fingers, however, remained deftly focused as they matched my feverish grinding with exquisite rubbing. I lost the battle to maintain eye contact as my head rolled back to let out a long moan.
Steven moved his hand from behind my head to cover my mouth as he slipped a finger between my lips. Leaning closer, his very breath sent pricks of pleasure from my neck to shoulders and spine. “Suck it.” Just one command and his already busy fingers received more moisture to add to the pleasure.
My hands shook as I let go of his shoulders to hold on to his wrist. I wanted to slow the rough waves while riding them as fast as my body could. I couldn’t imagine what parts of me were exposed to his eyes, and nor could I care. I was euphoric with the idea that he was taking my body through heights of ecstasy.
I laid back while enjoying it all. Steven took that as his cue to go slow. He pulled his hand from my mouth as he held my leg in place again. His other hand is still deep inside me, but now he’s alternating between fucking and rubbing me. My hips bucked, trying to claim release. I opened my eyes and found myself drowning again in his raw want.