Off Limits (18 page)

"And how do you feel about me?" he asked. The second question was especially tough so I started with the first.

"Wow, tough one," I said, pretending to think it over. I played with the top button on my blouse before undoing it, and the two underneath it. My red lace bra had given me a very nice cleavage that Nate couldn't quite keep his eyes off of, "I think I bring a certain special something to every role I undertake. I always work my ass off to make sure that all parties are satisfied."

Nate nodded patiently.

"And the second question? It's all right if you need some time to think about it," he said. His voice didn't falter but I could sense his nerves. I was nervous too but I did my best to not let it show.

"No, I don't need to think about it," I took a deep breath and looked deep into his sexy green eyes, "Look, I know I've been a fucking idiot about this. A complete emotional wreck, actually. But I've been getting over a bad break up and the deal with you being my step cousin and everything just added fuel to the fire. I felt confused and lost and stupid. I still kind of do."

"And the question?" Nate asked calmly. I took another deep breath.

"I want to be with you," I said, “I’ve been so stupid and tried so hard to deny it because I was worried what people would think. But now I don't care. No matter what I do, I keep getting drawn back to you. It's like I'm a junkie and you're a big bag of the good stuff. Fuck, it sounds so stupid."

Nate shook his head. He looked serious now, though I could see just the tiniest hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

"No, that makes perfect sense to me," he said. The two of us stood up at the same time and within seconds I was in his arms and he was kissing me again. His strong arms engulfed me as he pressed me against his office wall. I had missed his touch, his kiss, his everything so much since we had last been together. Every kiss sent a bolt of electric energy down my body and I felt a familiar warmth between my thighs.

"Fuck I missed this," he whispered into my neck, before kissing me. The few buttons that I had left done up soon hit the floor when Nate tore open my blouse.

"Hey!" I protested, "That costs a lot of money!" Nate shrugged, laughing under his breath.

"I guess you can buy a new one if you get the job, huh?" he said. I didn't like the word 'if' and wanted to argue with it, but then he kissed me again and I couldn't think about anything else. His hands teasingly caressed up and down my body before settling on my ass, which he gave a pleasantly hard squeeze.

"I'm glad you took my advice," he grinned, in reference to the tight skirt, "But I think you should show me that red lace get up that you were telling me about."

"If you insist," I said. I pushed Nate down so that he was sitting on the edge of his desk and looking at me as I stripped, a crooked smile widening with every item of clothing that I removed. I started with my blouse, which was practically hanging by a thread now anyway. I let it slide off of my shoulders, past my elbows and my wrists until it fluttered to the ground beneath me. It fully revealed my beautiful crimson lace bra with black detailing that made my breasts look incredible.

Then I shimmied out of my tight pencil skirt until it had joined my blouse on the floor.

Nate whistled at the sight of me in my red lingerie, stockings and heels. I shushed him though I enjoyed the compliment.

"What if your secretary hears and walks in on us?" I said, as Nate pulled me close again.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take."

He kissed me deeply as his hand slid from my ass up my back, until I could feel him undoing the band of my bra. Most guys I had been with needed help with that kind of thing, but Nate was a pro and my bra was on the floor in no time at all.

"Your turn," I giggled, pulling off his jacket and his shirt in turn. I had so missed the feeling of running my fingers down his hard chest and stomach. It was such a contrast to the softness of my own body, I couldn't help but appreciate it.

Nate instructed me to lay down on his desk. I hesitated because there were so many documents resting on top and they all looked important. Not to mention that it was a glass table, and the last thing that I wanted to do was go crashing through it.

"It's sturdy, don't worry," he assured me, "And as for all that shit?"

He knocked all the papers onto the floor in one swift movement and pushed me down so I was lying flat on my back on his desk. I watched him spread my legs and pull off my stockings one by one. He pulled off my panties with his teeth, which made me laugh and turned me on in equal amounts.

Nate kissed me on the lips once again, softly this time, before moving down my body. My pussy was aching to be touched and he knew it, but he took his sweet time, kissing every inch of me on the way down. He teased me until I couldn't take it anymore and just at the moment when I was about to start begging for some release, Nate buried his face in my pussy.

I couldn't help but arch my back and moan as his tongue stimulated me in just the right places. I held onto him by his hair, urging him to go deeper, faster, but he kept a steady pace. He knew he was frustrating me and he loved it, I could tell. Suddenly, he slipped a finger inside me, and then another. The sensation of his fingers moving in and out of me as he kissed and licked my clitoris was overwhelmingly pleasurable. My knees began to shake and I knew that I couldn't hold on for much longer. Up until now I had been doing my best to stifle my moans so that bitch Cindy wouldn't hear them, but now I didn't give a fuck.

"Oh fuck yes," I groaned as I felt myself reaching the point of no return. It seemed that Nate was not in a teasing mood as he let me enjoy my orgasm straight away. It touched every nerve in my body, causing me so much pleasure that I couldn't seem to do anything but lay there and moan. When I stopped seeing stars Nate was undoing his belt, looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

"You look so fucking sexy right now," he said, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor. His cock was rock hard and ready to be inside me. I craved it more than anything.

"Get inside me now," I demanded. I heard Nate's breathing quicken.

"Wait, I want you to bend over my desk so I can fuck you from behind first," he said, smirking at me, "I know you like it that way."

I didn't need to be told twice. I got off the desk and bent over so that my ass was up and my pussy was in full view. Nate had been working hard all day after all. He deserved a treat.

He grabbed hold of my hips and slid into me in one fluid movement. I should have been used to the feeling of his cock by now but nevertheless, it took me a moment or so to adjust to its size.

"I'm ready now," I said, looking back at him, "You can fuck me."

For once in his life Nate did what he was told. He began to move inside me, thrusting into the depth of my pussy. It must have felt as good for him as it did for me because he grunted with every movement. I could tell it was his way of keeping his own volume down. I was a lost cause in that respect, as every movement of Nate's cock inside me seemed to cause me to make more and more noise. I loved every second of his cock slamming in and hot of my hot wet arousal and begged him for more.

"You like that?" he asked, reaching round and grabbing one of my breasts and giving it a hard squeeze, "You like getting fucked like this?"

I could only nod in response. My pussy was already so sensitive from my first orgasm that it didn't take me long to reach the second. I could feel myself approaching that critical point once again, though I tried my best to delay it for as long as possible. Nate could sense what I was doing.

"It's OK, you can cum now baby. Yeah, cum for me Ruby," he said. I couldn't hold out anymore. I screamed as a second, more powerful orgasm sent shock waves of pleasure through me. My every nerve tingled as Nate continued to fuck me.

There was a loud knock on the door.

"Is everything OK in there?" asked Cindy, from the other side of the door, "There's a lot of weird noise coming from here. Also Nate, there's someone here to see you about one of the sous-chef jobs. Should I let him in?"

"No!" Nate shouted, as he continued to thrust into me, "No, give me a minute!"

It only took him another minute or so to cum inside me. It took us both another minute or two to get dressed again. I ran into a difficulty putting back on my torn blouse but I just tucked what I could into my skirt and covered the rest with my ring binder. Cindy was banging on the door the whole time.

"I guess you better go," said Nate.

"I guess so," I said.

"I'll let you know about the job then. You should hear within the next week or so."

He had gone back to his business voice. I hope that didn't mean that what we had just done had meant nothing, but I didn't allow myself to over think for once in my life.

I simply kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye.

Nate

I left work happier than I ever had. The day that my bank account reached a billion dollars didn't even compare to this. Ruby had finally realized that it didn't matter what other people thought. If two people wanted to be together, then they should be together. We weren't exactly a traditional couple but traditional relationships clearly hadn't worked out for either of us in the past. What we had was good. The sex we had was even better. If I had had time I would have fucked her like that all evening, but it wasn't to be. I would have to leave that for another time. It now looked like there would be plenty of other times.

Cindy, my secretary, drilled me before I left work.

"Who the hell did that girl think she was, showing up late in that slutty outfit? As if she would ever be able to work here," she scoffed. Then she saw my expression.

"Oh god no Nate, don't tell me you're hiring that bimbo."

I stayed calm though I couldn't stand hearing anyone saying bad things about Ruby, especially when those things were blatantly untrue. Ruby was a lot of things but she certainly was not a bimbo by any means.

"Actually, she's not a bimbo. She's a very talented artist who I am considering to join our graphic design team. She has a very unique point of view that I think could bring a lot to the company, so yeah, there's a good chance that she'll get hired," I smiled at Cindy, who was giving me her trademark scowl, "You know, if you're so concerned about her not fitting in I could always assign you to be her secretary. That way you could keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't mess anything up."

Cindy shook her head rapidly.

"No, no that's OK Nate. I'm sure she'll get along just fine. Sorry for questioning your judgment," she said, "Have a good weekend!"

I said goodbye to Cindy and wished her a good weekend too and our conversation ended. I made my way out of the building and found my motorcycle, which was parked down the street. Starting up the engine felt like heaven to me. My life was great. I had money, a great bike and an even better girl. I let the euphoria of this great moment wash over me for a second before heading off into town to run a few errands.

I stopped off at the supermarket to pick up some groceries and something to have for dinner. I had never cooked for Ruby before. I would have to invite her over soon and see what she thought of my culinary skills. It felt weird that I was thinking these thoughts about a woman when a few months ago my only interest had been fucking them. Ruby was just such a special girl that I enjoyed having her around even when we were fully clothed. That was something that felt really strange to admit.

I was just picking up some fresh pasta from the refrigerator section when a familiar voice came within earshot. I wasn't too interested, keeping my focus on which pasta I would chose, but I couldn't help overhearing.

"Oh stop it Jeff, you're so bad. Wait 'til we get home," the woman said. I grabbed some penne and turned around to see Trisha. She was looking awfully cozy with a guy I definitely recognized. It was Jeff, Ruby's ex-boyfriend. They were completely oblivious to me and everyone else around them.

They had their hands in each other’s pockets and they were giving each other Eskimo kisses. It was sickening.

"Holy shit," I said, and the two of them suddenly noticed me. Trisha looked horrified and Jeff looked a little bit uneasy.