The bar was a cozy, dimly lit place with plush leather booths and jazz music softly playing in the background. They sat in a corner booth, away from the small crowd, with a round table between them. Alexander ordered two whiskey sours, his usual drink, and Sophia opted for a gin and tonic. She felt strangely nervous now that they were away from the office, away from the familiar routine.
“So, tell me,” Alexander started, his voice low, as he took a sip of his drink, “how have you been? How’s everything going at work?”
Sophia relaxed slightly at the question, leaning back in her seat. “It’s going well. I’ve been working hard on a few projects—trying to make a name for myself, you know?”
He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can tell. You’ve been putting in the hours. And I respect that.” His eyes met hers; they looked darker than normal. Like they were filled with desire.
She smiled, grateful for his words. “Thanks. I really want to prove myself.”
For a moment, they spoke casually, the conversation flowing easily between them. But slowly, as the minutes passed and the alcohol took the edge off her nerves, she noticed that his gaze kept returning to her, not in a casual way, but with an intensity that sent a thrill through her.
“Sophia,” he said, his tone shifting, a bit more serious now. “I’ve been thinking about what we talked about at the office the other day.” He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, stroking up and down.
She met his gaze, suddenly aware of the space between them, the air heavy with anticipation. “I’ve been thinking about it too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled faintly, but there was something more vulnerable in his eyes now. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with what I said. I just… I couldn’t ignore the way I feel about you.” His fingers trailed up to the top of her garter stockings, rubbing his fingers across them.
Sophia’s heart thudded in her chest. She felt her own emotions rising, a mixture of excitement and hesitation. Was this really happening? Was she really about to cross a line she had carefully maintained for months? She took the last sip of her drink.
“I don’t want to make things difficult for you, or for us,” Alexander continued. “But I can’t deny that what’s between us is… undeniable. And I don’t want to keep pretending like it’s not there.” His fingers continued to travel up until he felt the soft lace of what was hiding under that fitting black pencil skirt. He had been fantasizing about her for months, coming into his office. Leaning her over his desk, unzipping her skirt to see what was hiding under there before fucking her brains out.
Sophia could feel her breath quicken. “I don’t want to pretend either,” she whispered, biting her lip and then continuing, “But… I don’t know what this means. I don’t know where it could go, or how to even begin.”
Alexander reached across the table, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his hard cock. She gasped as her fingers traced the outline of it. She had never felt so bold before. She could tell he was bigger than her boyfriend in college, though she had only ever been with him. She bit her lip as she stroked him.
“Maybe we don’t need to know everything right now,” he said softly. “Maybe we just need to be honest with each other. And figure it out as we go.”
Something in his gaze, in the way he held her attention, that made her feel like she wasn’t just a young woman—she was someone worthy of his respect, of his affection.
“Okay,” she finally said, her voice steady, though her heart was beating faster than ever. “Let’s take it one step at a time.”
Alexander smiled, his expression softening. He didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he lightly brushed his fingers against her pussy, a gesture that sent sparks of warmth through her entire body. She looked at his with lust-filled eyes as a moan escaped her lips. He leaned over and kissed her hard. Her lips instantly parted, allowing him to shove her tongue in. As they made out in the booth, she continued to stroke him through his pants as he rubbed little circles on her clit. As their lips unattached, he offered her that ride home.
On the drive, Sophia could feel the liquor working its magic. She reached over and began to rub him over his jeans. Alexander pulled off the road and down a quiet street that looked like all the houses were asleep for the night. He let out a groan. She began to unbuckle his pants. She reached in and felt him; firm, hard and thick.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep this up,” he stated. She bent over and licked his tip. “Fuck” he growled. His hands threaded through her hair. She lowered herself down, wondering how much she could take. Up and down, swirling her tongue around him, she was halfway there when he hit the back of her throat. Sophia gagged.
“Sophia, if you keep going, I’m going to cum down that pretty throat of yours, baby,” Alexander growled. He was close, closer than he wanted to be, but he had been waiting for her to be ready. “Fuck baby, keep going.” He pushed her head slightly dow,n and he swore he saw her eyes roll backward. That’s when Sophia felt it, the twitch. He was cumming down her throat, and she did her best to swallow, but a small trail dripped out of the corner of her mouth, down her neck, and landed in her cleavage.
She leaned over and kissed him, then asked if he could take her home. The drive was quiet. Alexander was stroking her thigh, but was trying to decide, do I park or just drop her off. Also, he couldn’t believe she was able to get about 7 inches down her throat. Damn, it felt good.
Alexander dropped Sophia off at home, and she left a soft kiss on his cheek. “See you tomorrow,” she said before sliding out of the car. He watched her hips sway as she walked to her door and go inside. God, did he want to follow her in but it wasn’t quite time. Inside her house, Alexander had taken over her thoughts. She took off her clothes from work, grabbed her vibrator, and headed to the shower. She was so unbelievably turned on that she was moaning within minutes. She had never given a blowjob in a car before.
The next day at work was hard. Sophia and Alexander kept their newfound connection quiet, sharing subtle glances and brief, private conversations when no one was around. It wasn’t just about physical attraction anymore. The bond between them felt real—genuine, even—based on respect, shared intellectual pursuits, and a quiet intimacy that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.
Yet, the more they danced around the edges of something more, the more Sophia felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She wanted him and she hoped he would do more than just tease her pussy through her panties. She started wearing tighter blouses, unbuttoning the first few to tease him with her 34 DD. Her skirts shorter and her heels just a little higher. She even switched her perfume. Nothing happened.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day at work, Alexander invited her out for dinner. They ended up at a quiet, upscale restaurant near the water, a place they’d frequented before.
As they entered, Alexander gestured for her to take a seat at a corner table, but as she did, a familiar figure caught her eye from across the room. She froze.
It was Lucas Stone. Alexander’s older brother.
“Lucas?” she said, surprise slipping into her voice.
Lucas Stone was a man who could command attention without trying. In his late-40s, with a more laid-back vibe than Alexander, he had sandy hair that just brushed his collar and a slight scruff on his face that made him look rugged. Whereas Alexander was the polished, reserved one, Lucas was easygoing and charismatic, the kind of man who could light up a room with his laughter.
His sharp blue eyes locked onto hers as he stood up, his lips curving into a smile.
“Sophia, what a surprise,” Lucas said, his voice rich and warm. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I was just catching up with some old friends. Fancy running into you.”
Sophia’s heart skipped in her chest. She hadn’t expected to see Lucas here—though she should have known he frequented this spot. He was just as much a part of the family business as Alexander, though more often behind the scenes.
Before she could respond, Alexander, who had been standing behind her, joined the conversation. “I see you’ve met, then,” he said, his tone neutral, but there was a flicker in his eyes that Sophia couldn’t quite place.
“Of course we’ve met. We’ve worked together a few times,” she replied, trying to maintain some composure. “Nice to see you again, Lucas.”
“Likewise,” Lucas said, looking down at her cleavage peaking out of her dress then licking his lips. The look that made Sophia’s stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t expected.
“So, are you two…” Lucas trailed off, glancing between his younger brother and Sophia, his expression unreadable. He noticed how possessive his brother was of her. How he held her waist, like he didn’t want to share.
Sophia opened her mouth to speak, but Alexander cut in smoothly, his voice almost too calm. “We’re just having dinner, Lucas.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he turned to Sophia with a grin. “Well, I’ll let you two enjoy your evening. But we should grab a drink sometime, you and I. It’s been too long.”
Sophia nodded, her heart racing for reasons she couldn’t explain. “Sure,” she said, feeling a strange tightness in her chest. “That sounds great.”
As Lucas moved back to his table, Alexander’s gaze lingered on his brother for a long moment. It wasn’t exactly a look of irritation, but it was… something else. Discomfort, maybe? It was hard for Sophia to read, but she caught the edge of it.
The rest of the dinner was awkward, to say the least. The comfortable, intimate atmosphere they’d shared previously seemed to have evaporated in the wake of Lucas’s appearance. Alexander was distant, not his usual relaxed self, as he picked at his food, occasionally glancing at his brother’s table. The conversation between them grew stilted, and Sophia began to feel like a third wheel, uncertain of how to navigate the shifting dynamic. The silence between them was thick, and Sophia couldn’t help but ask what was on her mind.
“Alexander,” she said, her voice tentative, “what was that about with Lucas? You seem… I don’t know, different.” Alexander hesitated, his jaw tightening slightly. “I’m fine, Sophia. Don’t worry about it.”
But she wasn’t so easily convinced. “It just seemed like there was something off. With him, with you. What’s going on?”
They walked in silence for a few moments before he spoke again, his voice quieter now, as if debating whether or not to let her in.
“Lucas and I don’t exactly see eye to eye when it comes to the family business. He’s more… casual about things. He thinks I’m too rigid, too controlled. But that’s not what’s bothering me tonight.” He paused, glancing at her. “It’s… you.” Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
He stopped walking, turning to face her. His eyes were intense, the usual calm demeanor replaced by something darker, more conflicted. “Lucas is… he’s interested in you, Sophia. I can tell. And I don’t like it.”
The words hit her like a cold splash of water. “What do you mean, he’s interested?” she asked, her voice rising slightly in disbelief.
“I mean,” he continued, his jaw clenched, “I think he wants what I have—what we have. And I’m not okay with that.” There was an unmistakable edge to his voice now.
Sophia felt a wave of confusion and disbelief. “What do you mean, you’re not okay with that? Alexander, you’re not… my boyfriend. How am I supposed to even know where I stand? I have been dropping hints for weeks, and nothing.”
He was silent for a moment, looking away, as if fighting some internal battle. Finally, he exhaled, his voice softer now, almost regretful. “I don’t know, Sophia. I don’t know how to handle this—you—without ruining everything.” He reached over and took her hand in his. He leaned in and kissed her, but her emotions were swirling. What had she walked into? How had something that felt so simple—just two people attracted to each other—become so messy? And now, with Lucas stepping in, she had no idea where this would lead.
She was treading uncharted waters, and now it seemed she was caught between two men, both powerful in their own right, both vying for her attention.
The next day at the office, things felt even more complicated. Every glance from Lucas sent a thrill through her, and feeling she didn’t know what to do with. At the same time, Alexander’s possessive attitude turned her into a puddle. She instantly was wet and wanted him to just take her. Alexander needed to show her how he felt before his brother became a problem, and he finally made a move. He grabbed her waist, pushed her against the wall by the conference room and kissed her hard.
Unbeknownst, Lucas was watching the whole thing with a smirk across his face.
