It was a Friday night and we found ourselves at a nice restaurant bar. It was Edmund’s birthday and the whole team decided to celebrate. It was nice hanging out again and bonding with my coworkers. Some of the other guys teased Edmund about helping him find a girl for his birthday. He simply waved it away in a dismissive manner and it only made me more curious about him.
He was rather cute in a nerdy sort of way and was actually surprised to learn that he never had a girlfriend. So when I found myself beside him at the bar as I ordered myself another drink, curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask him.
“So how come you don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked while I waited for my drink.
He simply shrugged his shoulders and glanced at me. “Haven’t met the right one I guess. You?”
“I have a boyfriend,” I admitted.
He simply chuckled and held my gaze. “I hope you’re happy,” he said and there was something in the way he said it that sent a tingle down my body.
“I am,” I replied, but then my mind got thinking and he seemed to guess where my thoughts were going. “I guess,” I added unnecessarily.
“Haven’t spent much time in MCO?” he asked casually and I shook my head. “Well, it is hard during these covid times but it’s best to keep fit,” he replied.
I looked at him blankly for a moment, not quite sure what he meant. But I soon found out later.
We spent the rest of the night with the gang and couldn’t really talk. But when speaking with some of my other female coworkers, she said that she had heard rumours that Edmund was a playboy who slept around, though he kept it professional in the office. He was apparently really good in bed too, judging by a friend of a coworker that he slept with.
That certainly piqued my curiosity but I pushed it aside. It wasn’t my place to comment on how Edmund wanted to live his life. Plus he was single, he could do what he wanted.
As the clock struck past midnight, a few people slowly started to leave. As the others left, it was only me and Edmund left. I don’t know if I had initially dallied behind in my drunken state, hoping to talk more to him or if it was a coincidence. Anyhow, I wasn’t complaining.
“Want me to walk with you to your car?” he asked as we made our way in the opposite direction to some of our other colleagues. I accepted as we walked down the street.
We talked and I laughed with him, slightly tipsy from the drinks but also genuinely enjoying his company. He was smart and had a good sense of humour and I realised we shared a lot of things in common.
I almost didn’t want the night to end as we reached my car. Unlocking the door with the key, I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his waist for a goodbye hug. “Happy Birthday again,” I said and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
He smiled and hugged me tighter and I moved myself closer into his embrace, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body. The hug was certainly far more intimate than coworkers would have shared. I realised my lips were still lingering on his cheek and pulled my head back slightly. He turned his head at that moment and my lips accidentally brushed his. I gasped and was about to pull away further when he leaned in closer and kissed me full on the lips.
No, this isn’t right, I thought. Edmund moved his mouth softly over mine as if trying to memorize the contours of my lips. It did feel awfully nice. His touch, his smell, his movements… it was all so wonderfully different. He gently grasped my lower lip between his and pulled back a few inches, letting it go as he moved. His stare was intense and questioning.
“Edmund, you can’t just…”
Again his mouth descended on mine, more insistently this time. A hand caressed the side of my face and curled around my neck, sending a chill down my spine. His lips were full and active, sucking and pulling at mine.
I badly wanted to kiss him back. I settled for opening my mouth ever so slightly. My hand reached for his shoulder to push him away but found solid muscle. I squeezed it instead.
He began to probe the space between my lips and, seemingly without my consent, my tongue slipped tentatively out to meet his. A hand caressed my ribs and cupped my breast through my top while the other hand cradled my head. I began to float away on a foggy trail.
He broke the kiss a moment later and I took in a deep breath, looking up at his face. He smiled and I couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he was at that moment.
“Come home with me,” he said in a notably huskier voice.
I should have said no but I found myself nodding my head instead and he seemed pleased with my answer. He nipped my bottom lip softly again and asked me to follow behind his car with mine. Again I mindlessly nodded my head.
The entire drive, all thirty minutes of it, was nerve-wracking. I opened and closed my hands against the steering wheel, trying to shake the tingling sensation from my fingers, trying to soothe my pounding heart, trying to make the unsettled feeling in my stomach go away.
I followed him back to his place which was a terrace house. He seemed to be living alone, which seemed kind of sad since it was his birthday. I parked outside his house and stepped out of the car. I was supposed to go to Amish’s place, after all, so I had a night bag in the car, but I wasn’t sure what exactly was going to happen. This was my coworker. Amish was different and I didn’t think I would be doing with anyone else.
He nodded his head toward the door, and I fell into step behind him. He unlocked the door and I followed him inside. Only the glow from the porch light accompanied them, and it was snuffed out as Edmund closed the door.
We stood in the semi-darkness and I wondered if he was going to turn on the light. I stepped forward and was surprised when I bumped into him. A nervous sort of laugh left my lips but it was quickly swallowed by his searing kiss.
And his mouth was a revelation. I could still taste the liquor he had had that night and I was sure he could taste the whiskey I had been drinking. His lips were warm and soft against mine, fitting well against my mouth. My fingers wound around the front of his buttoned shirt, pulling him closer to me.
His hand clasped the back of my neck, holding me in place as his tongue thrust inside my mouth. His other hand slid up my waist, edging beneath my shirt to stroke my lower back. My own hand slid beneath his shirt to trace his warm chest and I was surprised at how hard he felt beneath my fingertips. He certainly took good care of his body in a more lean manner rather than the muscular gym blokes.
When he stopped the kiss, I leaned in for more and saw the white flash of his teeth as he smirked at me teasingly. Then he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him upstairs. We stopped once, at the top of the stairs where he slid his hands under my shirt again and pulled me close enough to him so that he could grind himself against me, allowing me to feel how hard he was. I gasped into the kiss at the revelation and willingly let him lead me into his room.
Closing the door shut behind us, he pressed me up against it as he bent down and captured my lips in another searing kiss. Once more my hands slid beneath his shirt, raking my short blunt nails over his abdomen. He tugged at my top, pulling it up and I pulled away long enough to raise my arms, allowing him to get rid of it.
My hands reached for his shirt buttons and began working them open, wanting and needing to feel his skin on mine as I worked the buttons open. He obliged by pulling the shirt over his head with only half of the buttons undone. My hands once more touched his chest and this time I could see that he certainly kept himself in shape, as he was hard in all the right places but not in a body builder manner but more like Andrew Garfield.
“Like what you see?” he asked cheekily as he curved his hand around my neck, drawing me up for another kiss.
I didn’t reply as I kissed him back. He then suddenly turned me around so that my back faced him while my cheek pressed against the front door. I gasped lightly as he pressed soft kisses along my shoulder and neck before brushing his lips against my ear, sending a tingling sensation to rush down my spine.
“You’re incredible, Ruby,” he whispered in a low groan near my ear, causing me to let out a soft whimpering sound in response. He yanked my skirt up around my hips and slid his hand under, trailing along my inner thighs until his fingers brushed against the front of my panties, which were soaked by that point. He pushed my lacy underwear aside to stroke me so skillfully that I already felt on the edge of bliss. “You’re fucking perfect, Ruby. I have wanted to do this for so long,” he breathed into my ear.
I moaned desperately, wetter than ever. He circled my clit with his thumb as he traced the folds of my sex with his fingers. He slipped in a digit inside and I felt my walls close around his finger, a pulse shooting between my legs as my mouth hung open. He slowly slid the finger in and out, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my neck and shoulder. He nipped and sucked on my skin, making it throb beneath his mouth as I was sure he marked me while his finger continued thrusting in and out of me slowly. I moaned and bucked my hips against his hand, wanting more.
“Please, please, please,” I repeated the words like a mantra as he nipped my earlobe.
“Please what, Ruby?” he asked as he added a second finger inside me.
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop,” I moaned out, tilting my head to the side to kiss him and he duly pressed his mouth to mine in a deep kiss.
While he held me and our mouths moved together, he brought me off with his hand. Little moans continued to slip from my lips in response. His fingers slid back and forth over my slippery clit, pushing me, teasing me, until I shuddered in his arms and cried out against his mouth.
My hips bucked against his hand as I rode out my orgasm, trying to catch my breath amidst the kisses we shared. He smiled against my mouth as he removed his hand from between my legs.
“You liked that?” he said in a low whisper and I smiled back in turn, nodding my head. Turning me around, his lips pressed to mine in a deep kiss once more and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Do you mind returning the favour?” he asked with such innocence that I wanted to give him anything he wanted.
I nodded my head and he smiled. “Go on then.”
Taking a deep breath, I gently pushed him backwards to create a little room between us. Pressing my lips to his, I then trailed my mouth down his jawline to his neck, nipping at his skin and sucking on it till I left a mark. And he let me, giving me control.
I kissed lower along his chest, momentarily sliding my tongue along his nipple before kissing lower along his belly as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I could hear him breathing heavier above me as my fingers worked on the buckle of his belt. Slipping it open, I tugged the zipper down and glanced up at him as I lowered his jeans with his boxers.
I didn’t expect his length to spring free and hit my chin, causing me to reel back slightly in surprise. He let out a short laugh and kneaded his fingers between my hair. I looked at the cock standing proudly erect before me and couldn’t help but be awed by the sight of it. I had heard from my boyfriend who taunted Chinese men as having small peckers but the length before me was anything but small.
He was thick and long, a real handful, and it hung heavily before my eyes. The whitish pink foreskin was retracted a little to let the pink cock head peek out with its glistening head. Just like the rest of his body, his crotch was clean-shaven which added to its allure. The hairless, pink sack of balls which were beautifully in proportion to the shaft above it hung majestically.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
I looked up and saw his gaze on me. Evidently he had been watching me as I seemed in awe of his erect cock before my eyes. I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak and he carefully brushed my hair away from my face.
“I want you to look at me when you suck me,” he said in a low tone, but I could hear the command in his voice and it sent a shiver down my spine.
Raising his cock, I didn’t slip him into my mouth straight away but instead took my time. I was already a cheater, at least I wanted to savour the moment. I slipped my moist tongue up and down his hard length from his tip to his sack, over and over, coating it with my saliva. I paid careful attention to his pink sacs, wrapping my lips over them to suck it with vulgar slurps that filled the room, coating his balls with my slick saliva as well.
I continued to suck and lick his skin as I made my way back up to his tip. I skirted my tongue around the wide head before finally sinking my mouth over him. I listened to the sound of his breaths wavering as he let out a shuddering gasp. I felt the hardness of his knob with my tongue, swirling it around to scoop up the pre-cum over it. I inhaled his musky manly aroma which compelled me to suck harder. He threw his head back as he slipped further into my mouth.
It took only a few more sucks for me to realise that I wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for long. His thick cock forced my mouth to open wide with my jaw starting to ache to accommodate him. I pressed on, ignoring the discomfort, and taking about half his length into my hot mouth. The sound of him grunting and groaning encouraged me further, and I decided to try more.
I sucked harder, sliding my lips slowly back to the tip, and then let it pop free of my lips to bob in front of me. Adjusting myself on my knees to shift a little closer, I try to find the right angle before taking him again.
My mouth swallowed him in again, this time going until the tip lightly nudged the back of my throat. It made me gag lightly and I pulled away, the saliva coating around his length. Taking a deep breath, I briefly looked up at his reaction before flicking her tongue around the head and sucking down on it again. My hand continued to stroke him up and down slowly, head bobbing back and forth in rhythm.
My dark eyes looked up at him. His sharp v-jaw was set, blowing smooth streams of air through his mouth, and his eyes; his eyes were alight and tethered to mine. His cock continued to slide in and out of my mouth. It was so rigid now, throbbing and pulsing when my tongue slid along the meaty bed. My mouth was stretched wide and even as I took more of him inside my mouth, driving myself to suck him harder and faster, I was unsure of how long more I could keep this pace up.
“Fuck! That is amazing. You feel so good, Ruby,” he said.
I knew how good I was, having honed my skills over the years with practice and tried a few different tricks with different men, getting satisfying results. Now Edmund was just another, but his words hit me differently, making me well up with pride.
Edmund stepped back and my mouth slipped off his cock with a sharp gasp. A web of saliva hung from the edge of my mouth. It took very little effort on his part to ease me away from the door and down on the bed. He rolled me over, guiding me onto my belly while he knelt down at the bottom of the bed.
I reached out for a pillow, clutching at it beneath my chin as I felt him lift my skirt up and grasp the sides of my panties, pulling them down and off with one smooth tug. I felt cool air on my exposed round behind. I closed my eyes and smiled as Edmund slowly slid his hands up along my calves and thighs until they found their mark, wrapping against my bottom. It was a soothing massage. When I felt his warm breath against my ass, I inhaled in sharply. Next moment, I felt his tongue lapping at me from underneath, adding to the dampness between my legs with his own warm saliva.
I shuddered, my head snapping back from the pillow as I felt his tongue slink across my slit. I could feel him constantly shifting for a better route with his tongue and lips as he pushed my ass up higher. I had never had a guy go down on me with his mouth from such an angle and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
“Unn,” I groaned, biting the edge of the pillow when he introduced a curling, slippery finger to my trembling sex. The pillow dropped from my teeth when I tossed my head back, gasping, as he slid his digit past my slit and into me.
It was too much to bear, his tongue feathering along my outer folds while his finger hooked within my tender inner flesh. I raised and lowered my hips on the bed, rhythmically humping and bucking against his finger and tongue. My nails nearly tore apart the pillow cover as I suddenly strained and tensed. Once more, my head bucked back as I cried out in near delirious delight as a rush of fluids trembled out of me and splashed onto his fingers and hands.
“Mmm! Oh, God!” I groaned, twitching and shaking as I settled back onto the bed. Gasping against the pillow, I felt like I was on fire.
Strong hands slipped along my side and eased me over onto my back and pulled me higher up onto the bed. I lay there like a rag doll, hands up beside my head, eyes fixed on Edmund. He knelt at the end of the bed, positioned between my legs. His swollen cock spiked from his torso, the tip pointing to the headboard above me.
My eyes drifted from closed to open repeatedly as I felt the touch of his hands along my inner thighs. My legs spread further apart when he shifted and bent down between them.
Edmund leaned down and pressed his tongue against my crotch once more, sliding it on the smooth skin as if it were ice, moving upward to my belly button and plunging it with his moist, nimble tip. Round and round he went on my trembling belly, his tongue flinching back with every hitching twitch of my tummy.
His hands slid up my sides, groping my breast with his hand and raising his head up to suck the nipple of the other into his gaping mouth. My lips rounded open wider and wider with each lustful swirl of his tongue around my nipple. I felt the sensuous pleasure of his bold, hard sucks and gasped. My hand and arm wrapped along his head, holding him against my chest.
As I wiggled and twisted slowly under the influence of Edmund’s roaming mouth and hands, I felt his heavy shaft drag along my crotch and thighs. I reached down and rubbed it with my hand, curling my palm around his tip.
He moved up so that our faces were lined up now. My fingers gripped his hair tightly and he readily lowered himself to meet me for another deep, tongue lashing kiss. A moment later, he leaned back and reached down, adjusting my legs higher around his torso, my thighs cinching against the side of his buttocks.
I felt his weight upon me, his muscles felt hard against my soft skin and I was keenly aware of his thick tip at the edges of my slit. I wrapped my fingers around his arms and looked up at his handsome face which was covered slightly in shadow. Yet his dark eyes caught the light and gleamed as he shifted his hips.
My mouth hung open and I moaned as his cock slid into me slowly. I held my breath then gasped loudly, pushing my head back against the pillow. “Ah-uhh,” I groaned.
Steadily, he moved into me with a long, pleasurable thrust. Within a moment, he had filled me completely, his cock pushed in to the hilt. He stayed inside, throbbing and swelling within my soft flesh.
I couldn’t pull my lips together if I tried, moans and quick breaths of air slipping past them. I felt my body temperature spike, a mask of sparkling perspiration appearing on my entire face and body. I couldn’t believe that I was there with Edmund, my coworker, in his bed, with his cock buried inside me. But right then, I didn’t want to be anywhere else as Edmund glided back and then thrust forward again and again. I welcomed every stroke with an aching quick gasp or groan. His pace quickened but it remained fluid and easy, allowing me to truly feel the power and strength of his hard shaft. And now I understood why he preferred this life to a settled relationship, where he can be with whoever he wants and judging by his movements, he was certainly experienced and knew how to please a woman.
My ankles cinched in behind his thighs, just below his buttocks. His butt tightened against my heels each time he surged forward. I reached behind his neck and pulled him down to me. I yielded my own body to his, absorbing the rolling gyrations of his hips as he filled me with each delicious thrust of his cock. It felt so damn good.
He kissed me, crushing my lips against his own. He muffled my moans and sighs for a moment then raised his head. As he continued his thrusting motions, he said with a subtle grin, “You like to drive, don’t you, Ruby?”
I had to blink twice to focus my eyes and thoughts. I listened to him repeat the question and knew what he meant. I nodded quickly.
Within a few breaths, he had switched our positions. He lay back on the bed and pulled me on top. I was perched over my coworker, kneeling around his crotch, his shaft pushing up into me. I scratched my fingers into the tight flesh of his chest, managing a firm position over him. His thick, lock cock felt an even snugger fit deep within my tenderness in this position.
“Go on, Ruby. Ride me,” he whispered.
The gaze of my soft brown hues tethered to his as I slowly swayed and twisted my hips. I felt his shaft stir within me as I moved, my undulating rhythm driving delicious twinges of pleasure from his throbbing length. I chewed on the side of my bottom lip and tossed my head back, but I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. I felt alive sleeping with another guy that wasn’t my husband, as though embracing the slutty side inside me. And like a rock rolling steadily down a hill, I moved my hips faster and faster, grinding my crotch lustfully against him.
When I drifted back, bowing my body and leaning my hands against his legs, Edmund dragged a hand to my belly and thumbed my clit. The tease of his digit on my tingling hood drew another round of loud, raspy approvals from my lips.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!” I gasped as I threw myself forward and fell against his chest like a survivor onto a life raft. More out of breath than physically exhausted, I allowed him to go back to work. He seized my butt and back and bucked his hips, filling me with brazen, stiff strokes from underneath.
My body slid against his. He was perspiring heavily as well now. His muscles shined nicely and I could see them working, expanding and contracting. More importantly, I could feel them working and extending themselves to draw as much pleasure from the moment as possible. Low growling grunts drifted from his lips to my ears, enhancing the hit of satisfaction pulsating through me.
Minutes later, Edmund was in the driver’s seat again. With me on my knees and my hands pressed upon the headboard of the bed, he thrust into me from behind, the sound of his crotch smacking against my butt echoing around the room. My eyes were welded shut, my brows twisting towards each other. I felt the sweat rolling down the side of my blushing face. My mouth was ajar, harsh moans and expletives pulling out freely with every firm thrust of his cock. My tongue lashed desperately along my plush lips, and just as quickly my quick, hot breaths dried out.
Edmund held a tight grip around my waist. My slick, slender body slipped beneath his fingers, but he steadied me enough to ensure each of his long strokes were potent and strong. The solid slapping sound of bare flesh against flesh, along with our moans and grunts of pleasure mixed with the sound of the headboard thudding against the wall.
A momentary concern of what his neighbours might be hearing was flushed out of my frenzied mind in a second. A pronounced thrust from Edmund ending with a delicious gyration of his hips dropped me to slap my hand against the wall and scream, “Ohh… fuck!”
We raced to the finish as we began; with me on my back, my sweltering flesh against the now damp and crumpled sheets of his bed. My legs were raised and bent over his arms. He leaned over me, curling my body and raising my butt off the bed to fill me with undulating thrusts.
I was only aware of the cool, determined gaze, the toned body and the pulsating shaft of the man above me and the sensuous, electric vibe coursing through my own hyper-stimulated body and mind. The regret and consequences of sleeping with my coworker, who was this mysterious, lustful, passionate man, would have to wait. For now, there was on him and me fucking like beasts.
I could hear his breaths shorten along with my own. Through his parted lips I saw his clenched teeth. The bed creaked and bounced against his quickening thrusts. My own body tightened, a fire surging through me, curling my toes, and digging my fingers into his flesh. I twisted my crotch, mashing it against his each time we came together.
Suddenly, I curled my head back over the pillow and called out to the ceiling, “Oh, God!” I felt my tummy seize up then a bursting, wet climax flow from within. I trembled and shuddered uncontrollably, my breaths hot and desperate. I felt Edmund sliding his cock within me still, even as a rush of liquid dripped along my thighs.
Edmund thrust into me again and held there for a momentary gasp of air. He withdrew before throwing his hips forward once more, a stiff thrust driving his cock deep within my waiting flesh. His hard body froze and he was silent before he suddenly shook, a small quake rippling from his stomach to his butt and then all over his body. He grunted a primal and raw gush of air through his teeth and reared his head back.
I felt him jet within me. His cock pulsed and throbbed, splashing more of his rich cum inside. I clenched tight around his shaft, eliciting another sumptuous rattle of his frame and another intense throb from his shaft.
Heaving and breathing like a horse after a hard ride, Edmund eased back on his knees, dropping my exhausted legs. His cock pulled out, slick and messy, dripping more pearly beads of cum on my thighs and crotch. He leaned back, his shiny flesh glowing red all over his chest and neck and face.
I lay in the bed unable to move. Though my muscles ached and I could barely breathe, it was gratifying for me to see he was in just about the same, exhausted condition as I was. My hand slid down between my legs and skimmed along my petals, smearing through the sticky, thick, dampness I found there.
Edmund settled onto the bed beside me. The two of us lay on our backs looking up at the ceiling, both seemingly taking in what had just happened as our breaths slowly returned back to normal.
He hooked an arm around my body, drawing me into him and I didn’t expect to see this affectionate side of him. I assumed he would simply sleep with a girl and ask her to leave or else drift off to sleep himself. Instead, I cuddled into his warm body while my mind raced.
He cleared his throat and I looked up at him. He offered a small smile and leaned down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Happy Birthday,” I whispered, letting out a quiet sigh against his mouth and rested my head on his chest again. I was too exhausted to think and I didn’t want to do anything else and allowed my body and mind to drift to sleep. A small smile touched my lips as I hoped this was one birthday he would never forget.
