Last Lust

Last Lust

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Deb seeks a change, but where does that leave her and her big boss Grant?

Summary

Deb seeks a change, but where does that leave her and her big boss Grant?

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Submitted: September 25, 2016

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Content

Submitted: September 25, 2016

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Last Lust

 

“When were you going to tell me?” I hear as I enter the ladies’ room.  Grant, my boss…the big boss of the company I work for, follows me in.  The hurt look in his hazel eyes says it all.  Anger flares replacing it, widening his nostrils as he breathes deeply.

“Oh shit!” I rasp and back into the tiled wall.  This thing with us would have to end, I know.  One of us is bound to feel more than the other person, and it would go sideways.  I prefer to stay ahead of that or at least try.

“I wasn’t,” I admit with a swallow.  My lips are dry, and I give them a nervous lick.  The only people I told that I’m leaving were Kip and good ole Pete during lunch this afternoon besides HR, of course.  Both guys appeared mighty sad at my sudden announcement about my final notice today. 

“Why, Deb?” Grant asks, staring me in the eyes.  So close to me, he stands without touching.  The heat of him makes me moisten between my thighs.  Each breath taken matches his.

“Please—“ I begin, yet his lips stop me.  The kiss is not tender.  None of them ever were with this man.  Hungry.  Dominant.  Lust rules every part of my response to him, and he tastes every bit of the same.

Grant releases his erection with a groan and then hikes up my skirt.  Shifting my panties to accommodate him, he stretches my leg up and out of his way.  Fluid and sure are his every move.  Fierce thrusts of his cock claim me.  His hot mouth crushes to mine muffling my screams of pleasure.  He groans feeling the yearning our joining always calls forth. 

Laughter by a gaggle of women entering the bathroom didn’t stop him.  Instead, he moves in a flash and carries me to the handicap stall.  He slams the door behind us with my body.  I grunt thoroughly hot for the urgent desperation of his need for me.  He secures the door and fucks me against it. 

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he moves to the wall where he slows down, taking it deeper than ever.  The women chat away as two of them use the toilets.  Grant never stops thrusting in and out of me.  His thorough kisses steal my breath away like his cock that speeds up again.  He’s cumming and pounds me hard stimulating my clit in the process to get me there, too.  Violent tremors announce my cumming while I cling on to him tight.  The excitement over the situation so exposed to being caught turns me on even more.

The women flush their toilets, wash their hands and leave chatting throughout.  Through my siezing walls, Grant pumps me deep of his seed before he ultimately pulls out of me.  His lips cling to mine a moment longer before drifting away.  He needs to hold me by the waist because I can’t stand.  He still looks upset. 

“Stay,” he whispers staring me deep in my eyes.

I shake my head because my decision is made.  “I-I can’t.”

He cups my face with his free hand.  “Not true.  You won’t.”

I suck in a ragged breath.  “I have my reasons, Grant.”

“So do I.  I don’t want you to go, damnit!  Is it more money?  Then you’ll have it.  Promotion?  Then it’s yours.  Just don’t go.”

I shake my head with the downturn of my mouth.  I wish it was just about those things.  As usual he makes it sound so simple when I know better.  “I will take what I’ve earned just like everyone else.”

“So fucking stubborn,” Grant says searching my eyes and sighs deeply when his shoulders drop.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this unsettled.

I nod and smile a little because he’s so handsome.  Everything I could ever want.  Sexy, successful, unselfish in his giving of pleasure.  I’ve really come to like him very much in our time together no matter how unconventional.  “It’s been fun, Grant.  I’ve loved every minute of being with you, but all good things, as they say, must come to an end.”  I reach to touch his face seeing the confusion in it.

“It has been, right?  So why let it end?  Tell me why?”

I’ve been thinking about it a lot the last few weeks.  I shrug.  “I need more.”

“Fuck,” he says with anguish and rubs his face.

I tug down my skirt and remove his hand from my waist.  I feel strong enough to stand on my own.  He adjusts his underwear followed by his trousers never looking away from my face I keep blank.  I brush by him and head for the sink with the mirror above it.  My reflection shows a flushed woman who's been fucked good, but I didn’t care.  I am going home anyway.  Brushing down some of my dark hairs that stuck up, I head out of the bathroom, grab my purse from my cubicle, and leave the office with my head held high.  Grant follows close in silence.  Once outside, I hail a cab.

“Let me drive you home,” he suggests with a light of something in his hazel eyes.  A final attempt to persuade me to change my mind maybe?  Hope?

I glance at him when the taxi stops in front of me.  I steel myself to that look from him that melts something inside of me.  That dream of more dies. 

One last time?  Tempting, oh so damn tempting it would be to fulfill my fantasy of fucking him in the backseat of his Range Rover while his driver watches us.  I know myself well especially where this man is concerned though. 

One last night then?  Grant has me wrapped around his finger, and knows it.  Today is the last day of that.  It’s time to move on.

“Good-bye, Grant.”  I kiss him softly, so sweetly because I want more of him.  Instead, I enter the cab before he can respond or stop me.  I tell the cabbie my address and then glance behind me.  Grant still stands glaring after me as the cab enters traffic.  I sigh feeling a swelling around my heart I can’t ignore.  I try to swallow down the lump in my throat, but it’s no use.  I shut my eyes for a second and then open them.  Staring out the passenger window, I watch the city blur to the tears that flow unhindered. 


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