Finally Over You

I loathed these company get-togethers for the most part; if I’m honest with myself, I’d never pass up the opportunity to schmooze with the higher-ups.

I’d heard someone call attention to themselves, but hadn’t paid much attention initially until I heard those words.

“And with a heavy heart, I announce that I’ll be saying my goodbyes to you all.”

My head swivelled, and I saw him. Him, oh, of all the people to be talking, why did he get to say anything? However, his saying he was leaving, that was different… that was good news.

“My time here has been really transformative, and I regret that I’ll miss the next chapters in the company’s bright future, but thank you for the time…”

I listened to him babble on pointlessly, replaying his announcement over and over in my head.

Things started to die down after everyone said their farewells, and I was still basking in the joy of his surprise departure. But when I saw one of my other obnoxious coworkers heading toward me, I decided it was time to make myself scarce and ducked into the nearby stairwell. I held my phone to my ear as if I was just stepping away to take a call…

“Just couldn’t stand saying goodbye?”

My shoulders tightened when I instantly recognised his voice.

“And here I was thinking I’d finally seen the last of you.”

I turned to face him and was greeted by his overly smug visage.

“I’ve still got my notice to work, so you’re not done with me yet. The fake phone call is a nice touch by the way. ”

“I think you’ll find I’ve been done with you for quite some time”

I saw him tense his jaw and mentally added one to my scoreboard.

“So you won’t miss me even a little bit?”

“No more than I’d miss a splinter from my foot.”

“Well, now you’re just being hurtful.”

“Retract your notice and find out just how hurtful I can be.”

“I don’t think so. You see, some of us want to move into important positions, rather than just thinking a position is important because we’re in it.”

“Any position given to you can’t be that important.”

“Ouch, that hurts… But the private office on the 18th floor and the thirty per cent pay bump will help me get over it. ”

The thought of him earning more than me stung, but I tried not to show it. He also smelled really, really good… but I couldn’t show that either.

“Hopefully, you do a better job decorating your office than you did your own place.”

“Well, you spent plenty of time in every room to be able to judge.”

“Analysing your decorating skills was more entertaining than anything else that was going on.”

He took a step toward me, and I took a step back.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true.”

I felt my cheeks flush, and my mind flashed through with memories of those nights and days.

“Seems business isn’t the only area in which you were lacking.”

“Really, because I vividly remember feedback that said otherwise. If I remember right, you even put some of that feedback in writing... ”

I watched as he pulled out his phone, theatrically scrolling through texts as if to prove what I already knew… I definitely had enjoyed it. And he apparently still had the drunk texts to prove it.

“Well, we all make mistakes.”

“Sometimes, a few times a day. I do miss that… ”

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him; his body language was open, his smile warm. I knew him to be fiery, so this kind of response was even more frustrating.

“Well, sex jokes aside, I think it’s best if we try to keep our interactions, as always, to a minimum”

“I mean, is that what you really want, though? Because in two weeks I’m out of here, forever, and you won’t see me again. ”

The way he looked at me made my cheeks flush again. It felt like the stairwell got hotter.

He took another step towards me, and I again stepped back… well, I tried to, but bumped into the wall behind me.

He was in my space and showed no sign of backing up, just a glint in his eye and a soft curve of his full lips before he—

It took longer than it should have before I finally pulled away and stared at him in astonishment. My temper flared, but there was something else, the heat of desire in my stomach…

“What the fuck?”

“I had to kiss you, just one more time”

The words were barely out his mouth when I grabbed his jacket and pulled him back in… I needed more.

His hands ran down my sides before he gripped my hips and pulled me harder against him.

“Wait, hold on”

I practically rolled my eyes as I heard him speak.

“Is this what you want?”

“Now is not the time for your indecisiveness to rear its head.”

I pulled him in again and couldn’t help but grin as he ran his lips down my jaw and across my neck.

“Just shut up and make me cum.”

“Always so demanding.”

“I know what I want.”

Truth be told, he’d never had any issues meeting my demands… Instead, he usually exceeded them.

I felt his hands now running up my thighs, lifting my skirt as they went… but whatever he had in mind, it wasn’t happening. Like I said, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed him back and, for a moment, he looked surprised.

“Don’t just stand there staring.”

I moved around him and carefully pulled my panties down just enough so they’d drop to the floor. I deftly collected them, then turned and pushed them into his jacket pocket.

“Best pocket square I’ve ever owned”

“And of course you’ve owned more than one.”

I sat on the stairs, pulled my skirt up and spread my legs. I watched as he quickly knelt, his eyes glued to mine as he hungrily kissed his way up the inside of my thigh.

“No need to rush.”

I grabbed his head and pulled it towards me, instantly feeling him comply as his tongue ran up my pussy.

“Fuck”

“Suppose there has to be something you’re good at”

“I think we can maybe find a few more.”

I felt him suck on my clit, and my breath caught as the sensation surprised and delighted me.

“You always sound so fucking good.”

“Less talk, more work.”

I felt his chuckle more than I heard it, the sensation delighting me as he deftly flicked his tongue across my clit.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

Part of me knew I should have been paying more attention to what we were doing and how much noise we were making. After all, the party was just on the other side of that door.

Anyone could have walked in, and this would be impossible to explain; my reputation would be in ruins.

I looked down at him, my hands still gripping his head to hold him to me… but I noticed something else too. His booted foot was outstretched, holding the door closed.

“You clever son of a— ”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, keep going.”

He was good at thinking of the little things, I couldn’t deny that.

“Oh, oh fuck, yes, that feels so good”

He knew exactly what to do, he remembered it all, and it felt so fucking good.

“Holy shit, yes, keep doing that, yes, just like that.”

I could feel my orgasm building already - it had been a long time and this was so unexpected… I could tell he wanted me to cum as much as I wanted to.

“Oh, oh fuck, fuck.”

“Fuck, I’ll never forget how good you sound when you cum.”

“Glad I leave an impression.”

He rose slowly from between my legs, my eyes dropped from the grin on his face to the bulge in his pants.

He reached out his hand, and I took it as he helped me gently to my feet, pulling me in close to him.

He suddenly spun me around, my ass pressing into the thick length of his dick as I felt his lips on the side of my neck and let myself relax into him.

“I remember how much you liked your neck being kissed.”

I didn’t get a chance to reply before he started to bend me over, and I had to put my hands out to brace myself.

“Patience was never your strong point.”

“Like you can talk.”

I felt his cock press against me and bit my lip as he slowly slid inside me.

“Fuuuck, you feel incredible.”

I pushed back against him, my hips rutting into his hard dick to tease him. I didn’t want to wait any longer for him to make a move.

I made sure he could feel it when I moved my hand between my legs and started to lightly play with my clit.

“Mm, yes, play with your clit. Do you like that?”

“Yes, absolutely yes.”

He soon settled into a steady rhythm as we both savoured the feel of the other.

His tempo started to increase, and I could feel his fingers gripping my hips as he pulled me back.

Not that he needed to, I was pushing back against him as he thrust forward, feeling myself bouncing off his hips.

“That’s it, fuck, tell me how much you like feeling my cock inside you.”

“It feels fucking amazing.”

I couldn’t believe we were doing this, here and now.

“Fuck, your cock feels so good.”

Anyone could walk in, anyone could hear me, or him, but only one of us had to keep working here.

I didn’t care, though. This felt too good, and what a way to say goodbye.

I knew he’d be thinking about this long after he left.

“Keep fucking me, keep going.”

“You sound so good when you’re getting fucked.”

I could feel the tips of my fingers brushing against his cock as he thrust into my pussy.

“Fuck, I’m close, so close, again...”

“Keep playing with that pretty pussy, I want to feel you cum.”

“Yes, yes, fuck”

“Fuck, yes, fuck.”

I could still feel my orgasm washing through me as I felt his thrusts become more urgent. I knew he was close too, and I wanted to feel him lose control.

“That’s it, cum, I want you to cum.”

“I, I’m so close.”

“Yes, cum, for me, baby, that’s it”

His grip on my hips tightened, his breathing became faster and more shallow.

“Yes, just like that, I can feel how close you are.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

I could feel the slight tremor from his legs, knowing at any moment he’d cum.

“Keep going, keep fucking me, you feel so good inside me.”

“Ho-holy shit”

His fingertips dug into my hips, and for a fraction of a moment, I wondered if he might leave marks. I wouldn’t hate it… something to remember him by.

He sounded so good when he came; he always did. I found it such a turn on when a man made some noise, but from him in particular, it was so good.

“Sounds like you needed that.”

“I, I really did.”

He carefully stepped away and helped me stand upright.

“…did you call me baby?.”

“Heat of the moment. Don’t read too much into it.”

His gaze lingered on me for a moment before we both looked away.

“Didn’t see my night going like this.”

“No, uh, I admit I didn’t either.”

“I didn’t totally hate it, though..”

“Me neither”