his eyes scanned your frame, taking in the leopard print nightgown that stopped right above your thighs, displaying your legs perfectly.

“how am i talking to you? you’re just here complaining,” you snapped back. “doing the most.”

jermajesty’s jaw tightened. without another word, he closed the space between you, took the wine glass out of your hand, and set it down hard on the counter right next to your phone.

“why do you keep playing with me?” he asked, his voice dropping into that quiet tone he only used when he was completely out of patience. “this a game to you?”

his hand slid up your neck to guide your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. you tried to pull back, but his thumb pressed firmly into your jawline, holding you dead still.

he stepped closer, crowding you right up against the kitchen island until your back pressed against it. your eyes instantly dropped down, away from his. 

“no, it’s not a game, jermajesty,” you mumbled, trying to keep the attitude in your voice. he was usually the sweet one, the one who brushed off your mood swings, kissed your forehead, whispered promises and would probably let you get away with murder.

“look at me. i asked you a question,” he said, “i’ve been trying all week—all fucking week to make you happy. you don’t wanna talk? fine, but don't start that childish shit with me.” he was frustrated, but he wasn’t trying to hurt you. he loved you too much for that.

your shoulders dropped and your voice softened, “baby i'm not—”

“nah. don’t ‘baby’ me now,” he cut in, his grip on your jaw tightening just enough to pull your face right up to his. “you had all day to call me ‘baby.’” his eyes darkening as they tracked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. 

your eyes snapped back to his, his free hand slid down to your ass, his fingers digging into the plush of your skin and pulling you flush against him. he felt the quick hitch in your chest, heard the soft exhale that slipped past your lips, and his eyes narrowed.

“oh,” he breathed, a low hum echoing from his chest as he realized what was happening. “so that’s what this is? you acting up just cause you want dick?”

“jermajesty, no—”

“yeah, okay,” he whispered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, brushing his mouth softly against yours before pulling back just enough to look at you. “c’mere.”

he slid his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet bridal style as he guided you into the bedroom. pushing the door halfway shut behind him with his foot. the room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the hallway light spilling through the crack.

he walked you right up to the edge of the bed, “strip.” his voice leaving no room for argument. you looked up at him, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the warm beat beneath his shirt.

jermajesty stayed right between your knees, his hands resting firmly on the top of your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you. 

your breath hitched, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached down to grab the silk hem of your gown. slowly, you pulled it up over your stomach and chest, pulling it over your head and letting it drop onto the floor beside the bed. 

jermajesty’s eyes tracked every inch of movement, his gaze drank you in. a quiet exhale slipped past his lips, his hands sliding higher up your bare thighs, pulling forward until his body was against yours.

“that's my baby,” he whispered, leaning down to press another tender kiss under your jaw, his lips lingering against your skin as his hands moved around to gather you up and ease you back flat onto the mattress. “now show me you're ready to listen.”

“you know i love you, right?” leaning in to press a kiss to the side of your neck, making you shiver. his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles into your skin.

he slid his hand up your body, his rings cold against your skin. “open.” he drags his middle and ring finger against your bottom lip. you opened your mouth without a second thought, taking his fingers past your lips. jermajesty watched you intently, his heavy gaze locked on yours as he slowly rolled his fingers over your tongue—a satisfied hum vibrated in his chest.

“good baby,” he whispered, his voice thick and quiet against the stillness of the room.

he slid his fingers out, leaving your lips slick, before dragging that same hand down the column of your throat, over your collarbone, and straight down the center of your stomach.

“you had me fucked up all week, you know that?” leaning down so his chest pressed lightly against yours, pinning you softly into the mattress. “driving me crazy mama..making me overthink.”

“i’m sorry,” your voice barely above a whisper as your hands slid up to wrap around the back of his neck, feeling the smooth fade of his hair. “i was just being stubborn.”

“i know,” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips as he nuzzled his nose against yours. “that's why I'm gonna take my time with you tonight.”

his free hand moved to your thigh, hooking under your knee and gently guiding your leg wider, opening you up completely to him. he shifted his weight, pressing his hips firmly against yours until you could feel every inch of how bad he wanted you.

“you going to show me how sorry you are?” he asked, his thumb lightly caressing your inner thigh, his eyes searching yours for permission. the way your breath caught and your hips lifted toward his was all the response he needed.

jermajesty moved his hand higher up your inner thigh, purposely avoiding where you needed him most. he took his time, using his thumb to trace slow circles along the crease of your hip, making you shift restlessly beneath him.

he leaned down until his lips hovered above yours. when your eyes met his, he finally closed the distance, capturing your mouth. his tongue slow and thorough as he drank you in. an involuntary whimper escaped your throat into his mouth, your hands tangling tight into his hair to keep him close.

he broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses along your throat, hitting that soft spot right beneath your ear that always made you shiver. his hand sliding slowly up your ribs, his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast.

he lowered his head further, taking one soft nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling gently around it while his fingers finally slid down, sinking into the wet heat between your thighs.

you let out a quiet breath as his touch sent a pulse of heat straight through you. his fingers moved in slow rhythms, setting a pace that had your back arching against the mattress.

he kept his gaze locked onto yours, watching every micro expression on your face as he fingered you. every time a soft gasp slipped from your lips, a subtle smile touched the corners of his mouth.

his thumb working in small circles over your clit. your hands slid down his back. he could feel the slight tremble running through your thighs, the way your body was tighten up around his touch.

his fingers slid deeper as you pulsed around his touch. he paused just for a second, letting you feel his palm resting against your core, before resuming those slow strokes that had your head rolling back into the pillow.

his thumb applied just a fraction more pressure against your clit, your breath hitched sharply in your chest, a broken gasp escaping your lips as your inner muscles clamped tight around his fingers. a rush of heat crashed over you, starting deep in your belly. your back arched up off the bed, your thighs shaking violently.

jermajesty didn't pull away, he held you through it. his fingers continuing a gentle motion to ride out your release until your body slowly eased back down into the mattress, soft and completely breathless beneath him.

he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally against your flushed cheek. his thumb stroked gently along your cheekbone, “there she is,” he whispered affectionately as he looked down at your ruined expression. “you still mad?”

you shook your head weakly, “good,” his hands moving down to remove his sweats. without giving you a second to catch your breath, jermajesty slid his hands beneath your hips and flipped you seamlessly onto your stomach.

your knees instinctively buckled into the soft mattress, your chest pressing flat against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. his chest pressing firm against your spine for a second as his large hands gripped the sides of your waist.

he pulled your hips back and up, positioning you right where he wanted you. “think you forgot who your man was for a minute.” he purred right into your ear, his breath searing against your skin as his hand slid down to deliver a firm slap to your ass. the sound echoed sharply through the quiet bedroom.  a loud gasp flew from your throat at the sting, your hips instinctively twitching.

he aligned himself and drove into you. “wait! oh, fuck—jermajesty!” you squealed, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets as your head buried into the pillow.

the fullness of him made your eyes water, setting off a chain reaction of loud, unfiltered moans that filled the entire room.

“yeah?” he scoffed softly, his voice dripping with a condescending satisfaction. dragging out almost completely before sinking all the way back in. “this what you wanted all week? acting like a spoiled brat just so i’d fuck you like this?”

each powerful thrust pushed you forward into the bed, your body completely at the mercy of his hands holding your hips locked into place. he wasn't being mean, but he was giving it to you so good, hitting that exact deep spot over and over again until you couldn't form a single coherent thought.

“i'm—i'm sorry! ughhh, jermajesty, please!” you sobbed out, your voice high, breathless, and trembling. “i'm s-so sorry, daddy, i'm sorryyy…” that word hit him like a lightning bolt. jermajesty’s hands tightened their grip on your hips, his thumbs digging deep into your skin as his pace suddenly snapped into something ruthless, his hips slamming hard against yours.

“what you sorry for?” he gritted out,

“i-i’m sorry f-for—fuckkk, baby, i'm sorry!” you cried out. your loud, desperate whines filling the room with every hard snap of his hips. you couldn't hold back if you tried, he was hitting you so deep that your whole frame was shaking violently under him.

“is it good mama? hm? tell me honey,” jermajesty hummed, leaning over your back to press his face into the side of your neck, his lips brushing your ear as he drove you deeper and deeper into the mattress. “my pretty baby...taking her dick so good.”

“you know this shit yours right?” you began to lose your arch, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “nuh-uh no running.” jermajesty’s hands hooked tight around your waist, yanking your hips right back up into position before you could slip flat against the bed. slamming back into you, the bed groaning with every thrust. 

“d-daddy, please—i can't, it's too much!” you sobbed fingernails digging deep into the fitted sheets.

“yes you can,” jermajesty replied cockly. he pulled out almost all the way, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, before driving all the way back in until his hips flushed hard against yours, slowing down his pace. “look at you...crying and making all this noise. you gonna behave for me now?”

“yesyes! i–i promise! ” you cried out, your head rolling back against his shoulder as another wave of pleasure ripped through you. “gonna make me cum on this fucking dickkkk…” 

jermajesty hissed at the feeling of you clenching down on him, “feel so fucking good,” his hips rolling flush against yours and driving into you until every inch of his length pressed against your cervix.

“you’re so creamy angel.” he reached one hand down beneath your stomach, his long fingers finding your swollen clit and applying a pressure that matched the rhythm of his hips.

the combination of his slow grinds and his fingers working your center pushed you over the edge. your body clamped down on him like a vise, your entire frame shook as a massive orgasm crashed through you, milking him for everything he had.

jermajesty let out a whine at the suction. he buried himself as deep as he could go, locking your hips tight against his, forehead resting against your shoulder as he filled you with his seed.

he pulled back, slowly slipping out of your tight, twitching heat with a quiet, wet sound that echoed in the heavy air.

before you could completely collapse into the mattress, jermajesty’s large hands slid under your waist and turned you over onto your back. you flopped back against the pillows, breathless, flushed, and completely unraveled.

he didn't give you time to collect yourself. jermajesty shifted up between your legs, he took his tip and began dragging it slowly up and down your swollen sensitive clit.

“shit—maj,” you gasped, your hips automatically jumping at the feeling, your hands flying up to grip his biceps.

“mhmm,”  he hummed softly, a cocky smirk touching his lips as he watched your eyes roll back. “so obsessed with this pretty pussy…” he rubbed himself over you again, teasing you right on the edge. “gonna give you whatever you ask for.” 

you whined, your toes curling as the overstimulation sent electric shocks straight down your thighs. “please, baby...put it back in…”

he hooked both of your legs up over his shoulders, lifting your lower back off the bed with a pillow so you were folded wide open beneath him. holding your knees firmly in place, jermajesty leaned down, his eyes locking onto yours as he lined himself up and sank all the way back in.

“oh, god—” you gasped, your back arching off the mattress as the size of him filled you up all over again. with your legs pinned over his shoulders, every single stroke hit impossibly deep, stretching you completely around him.

“you like that, mama?” jermajesty hummed.

“yes—ugh! baby, yes!” you cried out, your hands reaching up blindly to clutch at the headboard. he smirked down at you, enjoying every second of watching his sweet, loud baby. “look at you...shit—taking your dick like a good girl.”

“jermajesty...oh! you feel so gooddd,” you sobbed out, your hips involuntarily rising to meet his thrusts, completely addicted to the feeling of him.

“i know pretty girl,” he cooed, his tone softening as he leaned down, resting his forearms on either side of your head while his hips kept up that deep rhythm. 

his lips brushed against yours, tasting the breathless sighs slipping from your mouth. “daddy got you, ma. take it for me.”

your hands moved up from the sheets to clutch your chest, your nails digging into the skin as another wave of heat began to coil tight in your stomach.

“jermajesty... wait, fuckkk, i'm gonna—” you gasped, your voice cracking as your head rolled back into the pillow, your thighs shaking violently where they rested against his shoulders.

“shittttt mama,” he growled softly right against your ear, his pace snapping into faster and harder thrusts that hit your gspot with precision. “cum on your dick.”

you screamed out his name. your body locking up tight around him, clamping onto his length. feeling your inner walls squeezing him so tight, “just like that, yeahhh.”

he let out a loud moan against your neck, his hands gripping your legs, pouring inside you again while you both rode out your orgasms together. 

he held you tight against him as the aftershocks finally began to fade. slowly, he unhooked your legs from his shoulders and eased them down, letting your feet rest flat on the mattress.

“you good?” he asked softly, his forearms resting on either side of your head, just breathing you in.

“perfect…” you sighed, your eyes barely open, completely exhausted and fucked out. a genuine smile touched his lips as he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, before slowly slipping out of you.

you let out a tiny whine at the sudden emptiness, but he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, tucking your head right under his chin.

he reached over to grab the blanket, pulling it all the way up over both of your shoulders to trap the warmth around you.

“i love you, baby,” jermajesty whispered, his hand gently stroking your braids, “stop being a brat, alright?”

you giggled, “i love you too, daddy,” you mumbled into his chest, as you finally let your eyes close.

© 2026 𝑱𝑲𝑺-𝑳𝑼𝑽𝑹

It's embarrassing, honestly. The more you think about it, the worse it sounds.

Maybe you've been smothering him all this time. Maybe all the hugs, the hand-holding, and your constant need to be close have been too much.

So you stop.

You stop curling up beside him while he's checking his phone or producing music. You stop sitting on the arm of his chair. You stop asking for hugs and kisses before he leaves. You even start strictly sleeping on your side of the bed.

You manage to do it all so subtly—or so you think. But Jermajesty knows you better than anyone else, and he notices right away.

"You good?"

"Mhm."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure."

He reached for your hand as you watched the movie. Instead of lacing your fingers through his like you always did, you only offered him a small smile.

His stomach dropped.

At first, he thinks you're sick—or maybe it's your period. He pulls up the app on his phone, the one he uses to track your cycle. He'd insisted on downloading it months ago so he'd know when not to surprise you with pool days or amusement park dates, figuring cramps and roller coasters didn't exactly mix.

But your period wasn't due for another two weeks.

That's when he starts thinking maybe he's done something wrong.

He replays every conversation you've had over the past week, picking apart every word like he's investigating a crime scene.

By day five, he's genuinely panicking.

You walk into the living room to find him sitting on the couch, staring into space like someone had just told him World War Z was real—and the outbreak had already started.

"Hey," he said. "Hey," you replied. "Can we talk?" His voice was so soft that it made your chest ache.

"Did do something to upset you?"

"What?"

"You're... different." He gestures vaguely. "You don't hug me anymore, you stopped stealing my hoodies, and you barely even touch me."

You stayed quiet.

"Are you leaving me?" Your head snapped up. "What?!" You asked. "I'm serious," he says, hands fidgeting. "If I messed up, just tell me."

"I heard you."

"Heard me what?"

"Calling me needy."

Silence.

"Oh." He squinted. "...Oh." He dragged a hand down his face. "Baby, you didn't hear the rest," he said softly. "I didn't?" You looked at him. "I told my friends that I love that you're needy."

He scooted closer.

"I love that you always want to be around me. That's not a complaint at all, sweet girl. Do you know how cool it is to have a girlfriend who's as obsessed with me as I am with her?"

"Really?"

"Really!" He looked genuinely distressed at this point. "I've been miserable all week trying to figure out why you were pulling away from me."

"I just thought you didn't want me around anymore." Your expression softened. "What?" he asked. "I thought you didn't want me."

Both of you stare at each other for a moment before you both start laughing, equally relieved and embarrassed.

"Can my needy-in-a-good-way girlfriend come here now?" He opened his arms.

You smiled before leaning into his hug.

"Only if my dramatic boyfriend promises to finish his sentences next time."

"We need to get you new ears, but deal."

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You wake up on a Monday morning after enjoying your short weekend to start another 9-5 workweek. Even though a part of you wished that you could work from home another part of you wanted to go into the office so you could see Erik. Your work boyfriend. On Saturday you got your hair done in some knotless box braids, went to the spa, and did a little bit of shopping for some new office attire. Today you decided to wear some of that office attire. Nude wrap skirt, a mauve colored wrap top with bell sleeves and some So Kate pumps in a nude color. Your boyfriend and Erik shared the same name but instead, your boyfriend’s name was spelled with a “C”, not a “K”. That boyfriend in question was a personal trainer and vlogger who traveled to try different restaurants mainly in Cali and NYC. He took a two week trip to NYC with a group of his guy friends. You were used to it and grew not to care so much about it. He was living his life to the fullest.

But were you living your life?

Working as a Secretary for an Environmental Technology company that makes billions of dollars gave excellent pay. The money is good but the only thing to look forward to is your gossiping friend Regina who sat in a cubicle directly next to you and Erik, the Lead Environmental Engineer who was also a Biomedical Engineer. He’s charming, witty, mesmerizing, attractive, hardworking, can be very headstrong at times, loves ramen, and has a cat named Paws. Erik with the “K” has you blushing whenever he locked eyes with you, stuttering while you both have random conversations during tea and coffee breaks, texted you funny memes during meetings when you were supposed to be taking notes, instant messages you from his cubicle computer to bug you saying things like:

-Wyd big head?

-Did Eric with the “C” see you leave the house today in that short ass skirt?

-Connie keeps talking to me with her funky ass breath. Help me 🥺.

-So, when are you going to boss up and get an office? I wanna be next to my work bae.

-You wanna get lunch together? My treat. It’s a surprise.

-I know you and Regina are gossiping about me 😌.

-I missed you after work yesterday. 

He’s also the reason why you stayed later on Wednesday and Thursday nights. You would help him brainstorm ideas about improving pollution and what he should say in his speech about global issues such as climate change. He even asked you if you wanted to come with him to Alaska to test the water there but you hadn’t given him an answer yet. You really really wanted to but being alone with Erik wasn’t such a good idea. You were afraid to be in another location besides LA with him for reasons you’d rather not admit to.

After making Erik and yourself an egg white and veggie omelet with a Belgian waffle you headed out the door and to your Prius. Arriving at the office on time, you badge in and take the lobby elevators up to the fifth floor. Stepping off of the crowded elevator, you walk towards the newly decorated staff lounge to put away the food. It was 8:25 am and Erik wouldn’t be in for another ten to fifteen minutes. The lounge had Dunkin Donuts laid out and freshly brewed coffee. You fought the temptation of grabbing a chocolate glazed donut to go to your cubicle and boot your Mac desktop computer so you could check your company email. You said Goodmorning as you walked by. Regina was playing Candy Crush on her cell when you arrived.

“Goodmorning, Gina.” You placed your Chanel bag behind the desktop computer in your cubicle.

“Morning, sis,” Regina tapped away on her phone, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Better this time around, yes,” You flipped your box braids over your shoulder while leaning back in your office chair to talk to Regina, “I haven’t heard from Eric all weekend.”

“Which one?”

You pursed your lips, “You know which one.”

She laughs, “Erik with the C. What’s up with that?”

You shrug, “Don’t know and don’t care. He acts like he can’t answer my calls or texts so I can check up on him so I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.”

Regina gave you a knowing look, “I’m sure you and Erik with the K, aka Captain Planet, texted his work bae, Miss Y/N, all weekend long.”

You bite your bottom lip to fight a goofy smile.

“See,” Regina crosses her dark chocolate legs, “he’s not just your work bae. He’s Daddy.”

“Stop!” You throw a pen at her chest, before lowering your voice, “Erik and I are not having sex, Gina. We may flirt and text outside of work-“

“And during work hours,” Regina interjected.

“Like I said, we are not having sex-“

“Who’s not having sex?”

Regina and your head turned to stare up at Erik Stevens. He had his briefcase in one hand and a black coffee with extra brown sugar in his other hand. Tailored suit colored navy blue with gold cuff links. Burberry dress shoes on his feet. Vintage gold-plated oval eyeglasses over his onyx eyes. He gave Regina and you a teasing smile. The smile where he raised one corner of his mouth to reveal a single deep dimple.

“Y/N,” Regina answered with wide playful eyes.

“Oh?” Erik gave Y/N a mournful look, “Damn, ma. That’s too bad.”

You glare at them both, “I will ignore both of y’all the rest of the day if you keep fucking with me.”

You got up from your seat, pushing in your chair, and tried your best to ignore the snickering from them both. Walking away, Erik was right on your tail, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder to stop you.

“Calm down, it’s all jokes,” he licks his full lips, “But seriously…no sex between you and your man?”

Groaning, you walk into the lounge to grab the food.

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“Because I’m concerned,” Erik turned his back to lean against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You place his food inside the microwave to heat, “I know. It’s just embarrassing, Erik.”

Erik grabs your chin to make you stare at him instead of the microwave, “Don’t even give me that excuse. Remember, we shared a lot of embarrassing stories in this office after hours.”

How could you forget?

“Yeah…it’s boring, Erik. I’m sure you’re having the best sex of your life in your fancy penthouse. Probably having orgies with models and actresses. They love a sweet and caring guy,” Y/N said sarcastically.

Erik’s tongue grazes the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, “Why orgies specifically?”

“Is that all you focused on?!!” You shove him before taking his food out, “gosh, I hate you.”

Erik takes a swig of his coffee, “which is girl code for gosh, I love you,”

You shook your head with a grin, “leave me alone.”

“Which means, give me attention,” Erik grabs both of your shoulders, before bringing his head around to plant a kiss on your cheek, “I know y’all female dictionary like the back of my hand.”

Your head turned to face him after his lips caressed your cheek. Now, that area was warm and ticklish. Erik grabs his food and walks over to one of the tables. That gave you some time to breathe and heat your food as a distraction. Why did he have to kiss you? It’s not like he’s never done it before but every time he did it, Erik made you melt and wish it were your lips instead.

“You make some bomb food, girl. I think I’m jealous of Eric with a C.”

“Says the guy who makes the best shrimp and grits I have ever tasted besides my grandma,” you take a seat in front of him. While you ate you watched him cut into his waffle covered in syrup. His long lashes curled each time he blinked and his lips were so pouty and kissable whenever he concentrates the way he does. You felt like a schoolgirl watching him eat.

“So,” Erik chews his food some more before talking, “Alaska.”

“What about it?” You play it off by cutting your omelet up.

“Y/N,” Erik raised his brow at you, “You know about Alaska this is my fourth time bringing it up.”

“When is it?”

“In a month,” Erik takes a swig of his coffee to wash down his food before leaning forward on his elbows to make you look at him, “it’s gonna be for a week, all paid for, a mini-vacay with skiing, Matanuska Glacier walk, and lunch, helicopter tour, cozy cabin…”

Erik tilted his head at you and smiled. You looked down at your food bashfully. It all sounded so tempting. You would love to go…

“I don’t know, Erik,” you shake your head, “Eric will be home and-“

“How many trips does he take leaving you home?”

“More than I can count,” you reply shamefully.

“Exactly. I ain’t tryna overstep but…” Erik left it at that and went back to his food. You slouch in your chair deep in thought. Erik has a point. Your boyfriend traveled whenever he pleased and didn’t even ask how you felt about it once. You respected that he wanted to drop his career as a teacher to travel, eat, and vlog. Not once did he suggest taking you on one of his food journeys. You honestly felt left out.

You deserve some fun too.

Moving your food around with your fork, you finally come to a decision.

“I’ll go.” You spoke softly as if you couldn’t believe you’d just agreed to it.

“Seriously?” Erik asked with his eyes unblinking and on yours.

“Yes,” you let out a breath, “I’ll go to Alaska and have some fun for once. I haven’t been out of town in so long it’ll feel good to go.”

Alaska with Erik Stevens. For an entire week. Just you and him. Your knees shook under the table.

“See,” he smirked while stabbing a piece of omelet with his fork, “It’s crazy how I had to ask your ass four times total to come with me.”

“Why is that crazy?” You asked with a laugh.

“Because it never takes a woman this long to say yes to me,” he says in a very boastful manner.

“I’m not your woman though,” you say before you could even stop yourself.

“You are my woman,” Erik rested his tongue on his upper lip before grinning, “just at work and without the sex, kissing, taking showers together-“

“Okay, you made your point, boyfriend.” You stop him before he continued.

“Does Eric know about me?”

“A little,” you look towards the ceiling, “ he’d probably cancel all his travel plans if he knew how you looked.”

Erik bit into his bottom lip, “how do I look, Y/N?”

“Fine as hell,” you giggle as if you were drunk, “He already thinks he’s the finest thing walking.”

“That’s your man though,” Erik chuckles, “You think he’s fine, right?”

“I mean, yeah, of course.”

Both of you laugh.

“I swear,” you wave him away, “you play too much.”

“Don’t make me steal you away from him.” Erik laughed. His laugh made your stomach do summer salts.

“Okay, Erik,” you speak in a dismissive tone.

“I mean, I could though.”

“Why do you insist on playing?! If I was single-“

“You would be mine,” Erik finished.

“You can have any woman you want. Why me?”

Erik scanned your body at that table, “Really? What you mean? Have you seen yourself, ma?”

“Stop,” you giggle. He can’t be serious. Erik is a flirt but why on earth would he play like this?

“You always think a nigga playing when I say that shit.” He sounded offended. You didn’t have a reply for that. Avoiding his intense eyes you finished your food while Erik closed his empty container and placed it on the counter next to the thermal lunch bag you brought the food in.

“Aight let me get to my desk,” he grabs his coffee and walked up towards you. Erik moves your box braids from your shoulder before grabbing the back of your neck gently. The feel of his smooth fingertips on your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck and arms rise.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

You blush with a mouth full of food, “Okay, I’ll see you later too, baby.”

His fingers left your neck and combed through your box braids before he walked away and out of the lounge. You were so preoccupied with his fingers on the back of your neck and in your hair that you lost your appetite.

——

You stood at Regina’s cubicle halfway listening to her speak and the other half focusing on Erik in his office. He looked bored as hell. Your eyes watched him ball up random printer paper from his fax machine to shoot into his document waste basketball hoop that he had in the corner near the door. He made it perfectly every time. Erik had the coolest office out of all the other Environmental Engineers. Besides the typical Newton’s Cradle pendulum balls that’s a famous desk accessory, he had a tropical tabletop fountain, stress relief visual illusion toys, stainless steel pin art hand mold, darts, a Rubik’s cube, Nintendo switch, and many other cool and fun shit.

“Girl,” Regina said chewing on a granola bar, “You’re not even paying attention to me.”

“I am,” You allow your eyes to fall on her accusatory ones, “I’m just…looking around.”

“No,” Regina puts up a hand to stop you, “You’re looking at Erik.”

Both Regina and yourself look over at him, spotting Erik walking back and forth now with his suit jacket removed and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. He was finger juggling a pen with his right hand while speaking into a Bluetooth in his ear.

“You might as well let him ruin you, Y/N,” Regina says with a whisper.

“Oh my God, Gina,” you stomp across the carpeted floor in your pumps before taking your seat again to finish organizing in Microsoft Excel.

“He could flirt with any other woman in here. Connie, Demetria, Anita, Nicole, any of those chicks, but he chooses you. Why is that, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Gina, enlighten me,” You roll your eyes.

“No need. You already know. Erik is feeling you, heavy baby. Heavy like that ass in that skirt that we both know you purposefully wore today to make him look.”

“OKAY.” You stop her with an abrupt tone, “Fine. Yes, Gina. Yes, I know Erik is feeling me. But I am in a relationship and I can’t just-“

“Heffa, please,” Regina laughs, “don’t even try that shit with me. You are feeling him just the same. You and Eric with the C don’t even exist when you walk in here. It’s obvious you don’t want to be with that man anymore and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is fucking some chick in NYC and secretly taking her on his little food quests. You can look at me like that all you want but deep down you know I’m speaking facts.”

“Gina,” you speak with a warning, “I will throw this stapler at your head next.”

“Won’t. Change. The. Truth,” Regina flips her long ponytail.

A part of you did believe that Eric was cheating on you. It was so obvious at times but you didn’t want it to come to that. You and Eric have been together for about five years. But then again, that shit doesn’t matter. If it did, he would be worried about fixing the relationship instead of traveling for views.

Ping Ping

-Here comes Connie. Let me take a big gulp of air before she walks in here.

Erik instant messaged you. You snicker like a child doing some sneaky shit. He was so damn goofy.

-Damn. Why don’t you just offer her some gum?

-If I do that she’ll know I think her breath stink.

-Just play it cool. Have some sitting out, grab a piece, and offer her a stick. It’s that simple.

-she talks too damn much. Just talk to me about the Alaska job so I can be prepared. That’s why I’m glad you’re coming with me.

You looked up over your cubicle to watch Connie talking animatedly while Erik swivels in his chair from side to side.

Catch my eye.

Onyx met chestnut.

Erik covered his mouth with his fist to hold in his laughter before placing his hand up at Connie, from what it looked like, to reassure her that he wasn’t laughing at what she’d said.

-want me to drag her out of there by that takky blouse?

-Why are you such a gangsta, girl? LOL aight, come handle my light work, ma

-not before I get a hospital mask so I don’t breathe in her toxic fumes. Llab

-😂😂😂😂😂 straight stupid.

You snicker again.

“What is so damn funny?” Regina peered over at you with curious eyes.

“Just IM with Erik,” you bite the gel acrylic on your thumb nail to smother your giggles, “He can’t stand Connie.”

“Mhm,” Regina smiles, “y’all so damn cute just get married already.”

-she’s gone 😁

-let’s celebrate lol.

Erik sends fireworks through the IM. You send balloons.

-enough about her. I see you 👀

-what’s that?

-you showing off. That attire is hella tight. What you doing with all of that?

-nothing. Lol, why do I have to be doing something?

-I know you wore that for my eyes only. I feel special.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was going down that lane. You weren’t prepared but still, you typed away.

-I figured you would appreciate it since my man wasn’t home to admire it before I left.

-Yo’ nigga got some screws loose because I wouldn’t be away letting my girl walk out the house like that.

-like what?

-with all that ass sitting in that skirt.

-can’t help that I have a lot to work with.

-ain’t no problem for me. If you were fucking with me Y/N I’d make you forget your name. Real talk.

You crossed your legs under the desk and rubbed the back of your neck. If he fucking bitches to make them forget their identities then that means his dick really ain’t nothing to play with.

-nothing to say huh?

-I’m just thinking.

-about what? Talk to me.

-why you really want me to come to Alaska with you.

-😌

-well? You’re gonna tell me why?

-Because I want you to myself.

-So I can show you something you’ve been missing.

-Eric ain’t putting it down on my work bae like he should be.

You were so damn nervous. Day by day Erik would grow more frustrated with Eric and your situation. Like Regina said, just let Erik ruin you. It’s a shame to say that you haven’t had sex in about a month. It was just you, your fingers, and your favorite vibrator. It could be Erik, his fingers, his dick, his mouth, and multiple orgasms.

-He’s not. It’s been too long. ☹️

-You ain’t gotta tell me how long. I can see it in your body language.

You twirl a braid in your hand. Looking away from your computer, you try to be discreet, bringing your eyes to peer over the top of your cubicle into Erik’s office. He was drinking a bottle of water while his eyes concentrated on the computer screen with knitted brows. He placed his bottle on the desk and leaned in, typing again.

Ping ping

-Don’t ignore me before I walk over there.

-ooooo I’m scared.

-Aight, bet. I’m coming.

-I want you to think long and hard about that, Stevens.

You were flustered, wet, shaken up that he wanted to “show you” what you’ve been missing, and willing to risk it all if he left his office space to come to talk to you.

-that’s what she said. 😈

You chuckle. He could turn any topic into sex.

“Hey, Erik,”

You look up to find him standing next to your cubicle while Regina looked at the both of you with interest. You stand from your seat, ready to get yourself some water but Erik has your shoulders.

“Where you going?” His husky voice tickled your ear.

“For some water.”

Erik starts massaging your shoulders lightly.

“Can I come with you? I need to stretch my legs.”

“Whatever, I don’t care.” You lead the way.

But you did care. You wondered what he was up to. Now that you walked ahead of him with that very tight wrap skirt on you felt exposed like he has x-ray vision and can see your phat dimpled cheeks bounce and sway. Thank God for an empty lounge. You walk over to the fountain, grabbing a cup, and Erik was right on your side, holding the tap down for you. Your cheeks poke out to hide your blush.

“Thank you,” you speak softly. His eyes were intent on you. Not once did you give in and look his way while drinking that ice-cold water. Suddenly unable to breathe you back up a little to make some space between you two. Erik followed with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Don’t you have a ton of work to do?” You ask to try and divert the attention away from you. Too late. Erik was determined to make you weak in front of him.

“I do but we have a long day, ma. I’ll get it done. I just couldn’t stand being away from my work bae.”

You rub your fingers along the wet cup, “I’m convinced now that you only come to work to be near me.”

“I’m cool with that,” He shrugs, “I could be a whole lot of things if it wasn’t for your man who’s supposed to be home with you.”

“He’ll be back-“

“And then he’ll be gone again,” Erik let’s out a sigh, “We’re playing too many games, Y/N. I’m tired of the flirting back and forth when I know you really want me. Stop coming in here to impress me with these bomb-ass outfits. I’ve been impressed for over a year now.”

Erik closed the space between you both, pressing his chest against your fuller one. You look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming and when the coast was clear you focused your heated gaze on him.

“I’m tryna undress you with my fucking hands, not my eyes.” Erik takes his fingers to play with the bow of your wrap skirt, “You feel what I’m saying?”

You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were to busy admiring this gorgeous man who wanted to fuck you. His inviting eyes saw exactly what you wanted. A long, hard, fuck. Taking his fingers, Erik grabs your chin delicately to stroke. He made you feel so precious and desired.

“So, can I do that?” Erik asked with his lips kissing along your jawline. Your eyes landed on the door to check it and still, no one was there.

“Can I take care of you, ma?”

Yes.

You had this look in your eyes, this look that said, please, Daddy, come fuck me. He smelled so damn good. So invigorating and moisturizing. You could make out a hint of exotic arabica coffee and coconut oil on the skin of his neck.

“No,” you lick your upper lip, “No, you can’t.”

His lips found yours. He swallowed that no with his full lips and tongue. Both of you knew that your answer was disbelieving when your hands came up to wrap around his neck. That was a green light for Erik. His hands came around your waist, and then down to cup your ass. He would alternate between rubbing your spine and making your cheeks bounce in his hands. Erik rests his chin on your shoulder so he could peer behind you to watch his hands squeezing all that ass on you. He would let it go and watch it bounce before slapping it lightly so he wouldn’t make a lot of noise. You felt your heart in your throat. Now, his crotch was pressed into yours. Long and hard indeed. Let’s not forget thick.

“You free tonight?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yeah,” you could feel him lifting you from the floor to sit your bottom on the counter. He was between your legs while your hands reach for his tie to tug on. It distracted you from being so nervous. His hands rested on your exposed upper thighs rubbing your warm skin in slow circles to sooth you. All he was doing was killing you. His touch was so soft and gentle but under all of that was a rough dominating grasp that you yearned for

You weren’t sure which throbbing you wanted to quiet more—the throbbing between your legs or the throbbing from your heartbeat against your chest. All those daydreams about rubbing your swollen pussy lips all over Erik’s face until you came. Now that the both of you crossed yet another line——the touching and kissing line, there was no telling what would happen next. Sex after hours in the office on his desk? Walks to the parking lot only to fuck in the back seat of his car? Happy hour on Friday evenings only to get drunk and have sex at his penthouse? 

“Can I come over to keep you company?” 

“I don’t know, E. This office fling situation can fuck with both of our jobs.” You nibble on your bottom lip the second his lips came into contact with your throat. 

“Nobody gotta know,” his plush lips sought out yours again, “It can be our little secret, baby.” 

“But what if someone does find out?”

“It won’t happen like that, trust me,” Erik grabs your hand to rest against his crotch. Erik was swelled to cum-inspiring proportions, making you want to finger-fuck yourself with mounting enthusiasm. 

“Damn, Erik.” Now you were thinking about this office fling as a carnal delight after hours. 

“I know, right? Imagine me walking around all day, watching you with these big titties…shapely legs…and round ass…”

You had the body, beauty, and brains. That meant that you seldom went unnoticed; especially not by Erik, your work bae. Your slant eyes and supple body reminded him of a jungle cat that, when tamed, purred like a kitten. He wanted to hear you mewl and whimper in his ear while his dick that was currently twisted and curved in his briefs bounced off the walls of your pussy. He could see the lust in your feline eyes how quickly you noticed his arched appendage. You were probably fantasizing about what wonderful things it could do for your G-spot. 

“Keep looking at me like that and watch I finger-fuck this pussy right here,” Erik’s eyes went down to look at the Apple watch on his wrist, “It’s almost that time to eat. I’m tryna eat something else though…”

“Eat me?” You couldn’t control that slipping from your mouth. 

“Slob on this yummy pussy,” his hand was between your legs now, caressing the outside of your saturated panties, “You gonna feed me?”

“Where?” You whisper.

“Shit, we can go to my car for lunch. I got tinted windows.” Erik was desperate to slide his tongue inside you. 

“Erik, this is crazy.” You laugh faintly before he took your face into his hands, gazed into your eyes, and kissed you so urgently it felt as if you were floating away. You could think of nothing else but how good he made you feel. Erik explores your mouth with his tongue, not wanting you to miss an inch of how skilled he was using his mouth. 

“You’ll be begging me to make this pussy feel good in a minute.”

You were relentless with your hands squeezing the weight of Erik’s curved erection in his black slacks. You really wanted to untuck his dress shirt, get down on your knees, and suck him with a wide-open mouth. Keep your mouth as wide-open as was physically possible—anxiously awaiting your reward. 

“Don’t worry babe,” Erik gently pulls your hand away from his crotch, “wait for lunch and you can have me all to yourself, okay?”

———

You waited and waited. As soon as Erik left that lounge to go back to his desk a last-minute meeting was called and of course, you had to attend as well. Everyone got up from their designated spots to head to the conference room. You squeezed into the same elevator cart as Erik, moving to the back so you could be near him. On purpose, you settle in front of him. Erik’s hand reached out to play with your thick ass while you focused on your phone. That only lasted for about ten seconds because now you were on the 6th floor. Hungry for his touch again you allow everyone else to leave so he could slap your ass. 

During the hour-long meeting, both of your eyes would meet and knowing smiles would appear on both of your faces. You didn’t like the fact that Demetria was seated next to him with her cleavage hanging out from her black blazer. She tried her best to make Erik notice her but he didn’t give a fuck about her thirsty actions. 

It was well past lunchtime and most of the office had gone to either the food court in the building or outside to find something different to eat for a change. Your stomach was rumbling waiting for Erik. Groaning, you put your computer to sleep before grabbing your Chanel bag to leave for lunch by yourself. It wasn’t Erik’s fault, you knew that, but you couldn’t help being upset and sexually frustrated. No pussy eating or dick sucking in his G Wagon 550 SUV in a desert silver metallic color. 

Eating alone was boring and lonely. You played with your Caesar salad and hardly even toughed the veggie lasagna. How were you supposed to feed your appetite when it was salivating for dick? You were so excited to finally hook up with Erik. Checking the time on your phone, you had about two hours left in your shift. You pack away the food and decide to save it for dinner tonight. Standing up, you push in the silver chair at the food court table, walking away with a click-clack of your So Kate pumps. You thumb the elevator button before slipping a piece of gum into your mouth. The doors open up and you enter, turning to watch them shut as your reflection appeared. 

Ping ping

Erik -where did you go?

-To lunch. I was hungry.

Erik- Really? Why didn’t you wait for me?

-Because I was STARVING. Plus, you were busy.

Erik- I’m not busy anymore. Where are you now?

-Heading back upstairs.

Erik- I’ll wait for you.

-Erik, I have to go back to work!

Erik- fuck that you know what I want.

DING. Fifth Floor.

“Told you I’ll wait for you,” He smiles at you dangerously. 

You almost swallow your gum the way he approached you. You and him, alone in that elevator. Erik kisses your lips, savoring the minty taste from the gum. He pulled back, taking his thumb to wipe the spit from his bottom lip. He turns around to press the 4th-floor button since that’s were the garage entrance was. Suddenly you were shaking in your pumps. It was really going to happen. Finally, your pussy wouldn’t feel painfully neglected. Finally, you could have the touch of a man on your body after an entire month. 

“Are you okay?” Erik asked while looking down at you. 

“Yeah, I’m cool,” you give him a reassuring smile.

DING. Fourth Floor.

Down a hallway and through the garage door you both went with your hand in Erik’s. You walk along the concrete ground as your ears took in the sounds of sirens and car horns honking in the middle of traffic. His G-Wagon was parked in a private spot. Erik took his keys out of his suit jacket and unlocked it with a click of a button, even started it up as well. You could hear the engine rumble. The large SUV vibrates as the sound of his radio playing blasted through the speakers. Erik opened the back door, reclining the backseats to lay flat like a bed. He takes off his suit jacket, tossing it in the passenger seat before turning to you, lifting you up, and sitting you in the back. 

Once there, you take off your heels and place them far enough away so Erik and you could have plenty of space. Erik sat down, leaning forward to remove his shoes. After that, he unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling it off and balling it up to toss at the front with his suit jacket. He finally turns, crawling his large chiseled body towards you with playful eyes.

“Is that pussy still as wet as it was earlier today? Can I taste that kitty?”

Erik pulled your legs, laying you down on your back. He was on his knees between your legs, opening them wide causing your skirt to lift and bunch around your waist. He came face to face with that phat puss covered in wet fabric. Your voice was stuck in your throat. Erik takes both of his masculine hands to pull down your already saturated panties, spreading open your legs further, and staring at that pink pussy coated with cream. He could smell your scent. His car smelling like your wet pussy. 

“Yeah, this pussy still sloppy,” Erik listened to you purr as he flicked your clit with his thumb. Erik continues to do this while slapping your pussy with his fingers. Each time he slapped your pussy, your juices would build and build to the point of making puddles beneath your ass in his car. 

“Can I stuff this pussy with my fingers now,” Erik licked his thick fingers clean, “I wanna squeeze in there deep, baby girl.” 

“Yes,” Your cunt was starving.

“Good, girl.” 

He plunged first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside your pussy, flickering at your clit at the same time. He was directly over your G spot with the pads of his fingers repeatedly rubbing you there. Your legs went wider and wider. The sound of your succulent pussy increased in such severity that it was almost deafening. Your moans mixed with the sound of The palm of Erik’s hand slapping your cunt each time he finger-fucked you had him grunting and groaning.

“Faster, faster,” You called out while gyrating your hips to fuck his fingers. 

“There you go, fuck my fingers, just like that, get it, baby,” Erik bites his lip, “look at you ready to bust a nut on my hand, mmm, get that shit, baby.”

A rush of juices flooded the back seat. Erik’s eyes grew wide as your fingers tightened around him. That liquid poured each time he moved his fingers inside of you. All you could do was moan and shake beneath him. Your ass was glued to that surface. 

“Damn, Y/N.” Erik takes his fingers out slowly before licking them clean. He got up on his knees to reach into his trunk, bringing a Puma gym bag over towards him. He opened it with his wet hands, pulling out a thick black towel that was wrapped in a body wash. Erik places that towel beneath your ass to soak up your mess. 

“Making a mess in my fucking car.” 

“I’m sorry,” You cover your face with embarrassment, “I do that a lot.”

“Don’t apologize about that, ma, I don’t give a fuck. Keep doing it like that on these fingers. Better yet…do it like that on my tongue,” Erik laid flat on his stomach, “You can squirt in Daddy’s mouth too.” 

Erik began lapping away at your pussy with such zeal that you were squirming and squealing within minutes. With the flat of his tongue, Erik assaulted your pussy with such a lashing that your legs turned to jello. Erik then probed ever so deeply inside your dripping wet pussy with his pointed tongue, tongue-fucking your slot until your eyes rolled up into your head. He found your throbbing, erect clit and tortured you sweetly with licks and nibbles that sent electric charges throughout your entire body. Grabbing your thighs to squeeze, feasting on that syrupy pussy, Erik’s dick dripped pre-cum in anticipation of your walls capturing his dick and holding tight, while he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you. 

“Damn, ma, I’m literally drinking this pussy dry.” 

“You make me feel so good! Make me feel good, Erik.”

Erik’s tongue circled around your pussy. Each time he did that your hips would jerk. He was fighting that pussy back with his lips and tongue each time you pumped your hips. You gazed into his dark, sexy eyes and increased the movement of your hips. 

“Oh, fuck!” Erik wrapped his whole mouth around your pussy and started slurping. All Erik could think about was how good you tasted and the heat radiating from your pussy. 

“Shit tastes so good, girl,” He licked his plate clean, “fuck, look at my dick.”

His shit was twisted and curved to the right in those pants. Erik got on his knees to undo his pants. He let out a long sigh of relief the minute his pants and briefs made it down his thighs, resting at his knees. He sat down and pulled the rest of his clothes off, now he was naked from the waist down. You watch his thick dick jerk in his hand. That dick looked like it could bench press a barbell with how hard he was as Erik slid his hand up and down his burgeoning erection. His dick skyrocketed to its highest capacity causing your mouth to drool. Erik pointed out that dick at your mouth. Doing that caused his slit to open and show you his pre-cum waiting to be sucked out. 

“Come suck me, baby,” His grip was so tight on his dick.

You obeyed every word and sucked him up into your mouth. Damn, Erik was a big boy. So girthy and veiny. Intimidating for sure. His tip blossomed so thickly your lips had a hard time wrapping around it to suck. Erik with a C ain’t have nothing on this dick. A beautiful slab of tasty meat gliding across your tongue and poking the back of your throat. 

“Damn, this is how you do it, ma? You should have warned a nigga first.”

He held the back of your head to guide your mouth lower. Each time he did that, he would grunt and whisper oh, my God, which made you super wet. All you wanted him to do was splatter your mouth with his cum. He was already so close to detonation so you opened up as wide as you could stretch to fill him all the way in. 

“DAYUM!!!” Erik bellowed, “Good girl, don’t waste a fucking drop when I bust in this pretty mouth. Never.”

You graduated from plain old hungry to ravenous. That cum of his sputtering and spurting forth was your reward. The suctioning noise of your hand jerking him empty into your throat mixed with Erik’s deep moans made your pussy convulse around nothing even though you could feel it dripping. You slapped his ever-expanding dick against your tongue. 

“Shit,” Erik looked from his wet dick to your face, “Baby girl, I ain’t cum this hard in a minute from getting head.” 

You plant kisses all over his dick, working yourself up to more sucking, “I can give you more, Daddy.”

“Give me more of that mouth,” Erik played with your braids, “Swallow my shit and lick my balls.”

“Mmm, okay, Daddy.”

Erik’s eyes rolled back when your lips would suck and then pop off his sack. He had to control himself from cumming in your hair. 

“Shit doesn’t make no sense,” Erik looked at you with disbelief before a strangled look filled with passion overtook his features. 

“Fffuckkk!!!” He groaned as he blasted inside your mouth with his sweet, sticky offering. You ran your index finger over your bottom lip to retrieve a dollop of cum. That only left you more famished than before causing you to enthusiastically slurp on his rigid pipe again until it was damn near raw and your pussy was sopping wet. 

“Y/N,” Erik’s fingers were tight in your hair. You tasted a bit of leftover cum from his slit with your hungry tongue. 

Ring Ring 

Erik’s cell was going off. 

“Shit,” He reached into his pants pockets while you jerked his dick. He answered his phone with an annoyed expression. 

“What’s going on, Greg,” Greg was a fellow Environmental Engineer, “What? Right now?” Erik closed his eyes before tossing his head back, “Okay, give me ten minutes.” 

Erik hung up his phone. 

“We gotta go, ma,” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, “Supposedly it’s something urgent about Alaska.” 

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Should I be worried about the trip?”

Erik gave you a soft smile, “Nah, Alaska is happening regardless. Don’t worry, bae, we good.” 

You pulled your skirt down and placed your wet panties in your bag. You watched Erik fasten his belt in place before he opened the back door to let some air in. You rose from the car, Erik helping you put on your pumps before placing you on your feet. Digging into your bag you sprayed yourself with a little of your Chanel No.5, hoping to camouflage the lingering scent of sex. 

Looking in Erik’s rearview mirror, you fix your lipgloss and clothes, everything else good to go. Erik was currently spraying himself down with some Gucci cologne from his Puma gym bag and buttoning his suit jacket. He looked just as crisp as he did when he came in this morning. 

“You still ain’t answer my question, beautiful.” 

“What question,” Erik grabs your hand while the both of you walked back inside.

“Can I keep you company later?” 

You chew on your bottom lip in thought. Eric with the C, your actual boyfriend, might call you later and you didn’t want Erik with the K to be around to raise suspicion. Still, no word from Eric and the longer that happened the more you didn’t give a fuck. 

“Am I pressing too much?” Erik asks with soft eyes.

“No, no,” you reassured him, “I just think it would be better to come to your place instead. That’s all.”

“We can do that,” Erik walked towards you with his body pressed into yours, “Bring an overnight bag. You’re not going back home.”

His lips attacked your throat again, sucking and licking you there.

“I ain’t give my work bae some dick yet so you know I gotta take care of you,” His hands found their way back between your legs and on your sensitive pussy, “You gonna let me do that for you?” He asked huskily.

“Oh, Daddy, please do,” you responded.

————

You got home around 6:30 PM. You showered, finished the rest of your lunch since your appetite for dick was satisfied and drank a little bit of red wine. 

Surprised, shocked, nervous, you decided to wear a black velour tracksuit with your Fenty slides to Erik’s place and packed away everything else you needed on a faux fur tote bag. Phone sitting on the charger, you go to check it since you received a few notifications since coming home.

Eric with the C.

Eric- I’m alright. Sorry for the lack of communication. Really busy.

-that’s okay. Be safe.

He didn’t respond back. 

No I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you, nothing. 

Luckily the picture Erik sent to you made up for that. It was a shower picture. From his broad shoulders down to his well-knit waist with that v cut covered in soap and water. You had the urge to satisfy the cries leaking from your pussy at the moment. You had half the mind to pull your pants down and finger-fuck your pussy into multiple orgasms leaving your slit covered in sticky cum for him to find. How dare he tease you like that? Since you were spending the night you can look forward to shower with him. This entire fling had your skin tingling. Your fingers scrolled down to read the texts he left you. You really wished you hadn’t because now you were whimpering. 

Erik- Can’t wait for you to put that work in for Daddy.

Erik- where you at? I’m tryna put this thang in your gut.

Erik- want me to come to get you?

He was blowing you up. Eric with the C never did this.

-Hey, sorry, I was getting my things together. You don’t have to pick me up.

HONK HONK. 

Erik- too late. 

You walk to your living room to find Erik parked outside. He was typing away on his phone. 

Ping Ping 

Erik- Stop making me wait, girl. 

“I missed you more.” His admission is soft, full of need as a genuine and almost tired grin spreads across his face.

You get on your knees, smiling at him as you taunt him by asking, “Really?” He nods, “How much?” His eyes are drawn to your thighs, smooth and glossy—bare all for him. He can see your nipples through the thin material, it all drives him wild.

“So fucking much…” He whispers before crossing the floor to kiss you. He’s so needy for you. His tongue is immediately in your mouth, his anxious hands caress your face as he leans in closer. The moment your hand pulls him closer he guides you onto your back, one of his hands gliding up your thigh to push your gown up. An erection is already throbbing in his dress pants, the bulge pressing directly against your pussy. “Thought about you all day…” He kisses your jaw, hips grinding against you as your lips parted. “About having your pussy on my tongue…” He murmurs while kissing your neck. “Feeling you cum on my fingers…fuck…”

he gropes your breast through the silky material, his perfect teeth graze the sensitive part of your neck. Every shallow breath you take makes him hornier than the last. He’s practically feral by the time he finally makes it between your legs, huffing as he inhales the natural scent of your pussy. If only you knew how much stress it took off his shoulders to even smell you. His tongue laid flat against your wet flesh, licking slow up from your entrance to your clit. Over and of it again for his own enjoyment. The taste of you on his tongue was pure heaven, dopamine rushed to his brain as you moaned his name and threaded your fingers in his hair.

“Jaafar…feels so good…” Your airy voice made his heart swell, he moaned into you and lapped at your clit. Slow and focused as he closed his eyes and hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer. His tongue pressed against you, wet and hot as he traced circles on your clit. Lightly sucking it before licking up the love leaking from you. His hand slipped down his body, fumbling with the button on his pants until he could get them opened. He shoved them down to his thighs, just enough to free the aching appendage in his pants. He’s so sensitive-, so hard that even the feeling of the air makes him whimper. He grinds against the bed in a needy manner, leaving a small patch of sticky clear precum underneath his dick as his tongue delves deep into you.

He can taste you even better like that and it makes his length throb and ache. He presses his face into you a bit further, as if he wished to be buried between your thighs and drank you in. Not even pulling away to explain how good you taste nor how badly he needed this, he’s completely pussy drunk and doesn’t stop even when your thighs try to shut around his head. Instead he keeps them spread with his hands while licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit again as he moans with his eyes closed. “Ja-Jaafar.” You don’t have to tell him. He knows it feels good, but hearing you say it make an him want to be even better. He practically latches his mouth to your pussy and devours you like he’s starving. As soon as you tell him you’re close, whimpering that you’re about to cum, he slips two fingers inside of you and focuses completely on your clit. He’s so determined to make you cum, so desperate to provide you the most pleasure possible using just his tongue and fingers. When he feels your walls flutter and hears your breathing sputter he knows you’re there. Your heavy breathing and broken moans spurs him on, he replaces his fingers with his tongue, face so deep in your love that his nose is pressed against your pussy. He rubs your clit in careful motions as your legs tremble and his tongue licks at your walls, coaxing out an intense orgasm that leaves your legs shaking and your heart pounding.

He doesn’t pull away when you’re done though, he has to lick it all up. He needs to make sure he’s cleaned his pretty girl up perfectly. He’s so addicted to having your pussy on his tongue that he only pulls away when you start pushing against his head, telling him that it’s too much. “You taste so good, love.” His face is wet, eyes hazy and words slurred. “Love tasting you.” He can hardly even get the words out before he’s kissing you again, grinding his thick cock against your slick pussy. He moans in your mouth, loving the wet feeling of your slightly warm flower. “want you on my face…” but ultimately, he’s dying to get you back on his tongue.