Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Mara

"I need to rent a backhoe, please."

The voice sounds familiar but I can't place it right away. "We're closed," I say, standing up from where I'm kneeling in front of a file cabinet. "I can rent you one tomorrow morning."

Tomorrow morning. Damn it, it's like ten at night. I'm alone at the office. "How did you get in here?" I ask, turning around to look at the intruder.

To look at Jonah. He smiles and I just stare in shock. "You gave me a key, remember?"

"But… but you're at the station."

He smiles and says, "I was at the station. I'll be going back to the station. But I'm here now."

"But… but…" Why the hell am I unable to speak, for fuck's sake?

"But I'm in charge of exercises starting tomorrow and so I want to use a backhoe to tear up the training field."

"But… but you…"

He laughs and says, "I stopped by your place first. So, I guessed you'd be here."

I take a breath and it's like it breaks me out of a trance. I giggle and say, "You don't need to come up with a rental excuse to see me, silly."

I guess I really mean that since I walk over to him and by the time I get there, I'm topless and my jeans are at my knees.

I think being so overtly sexual with him (or, of course, anyone) is relatively new. Hell, I don't know. I just undress myself as I walk over to him. When I'm there, he kisses me hard, very hard.

And then, he has me turned around and bent over the counter. He doesn't even bother getting my jeans down any lower. He pulls my panties down and a moment later, I feel him ease his cock into me. I don't know how he makes me instantly ready for him but he does. He slides in slickly and I let out a long, low moan of appreciation.

I can't pretend I don't feel pretty damned silly about this. This is a cliché, a silly one.I mean, a woman bent over a counter in the office and…

All right, I can't quite come up with the cliché. I guess it's not a cliché, not entirely. I mean, maybe it would be a cliché if he was my boss and I was his secretary bent over the desk. Now, it's more that I'm just screwing someone at the office and…

How the hell does this sort of thing run through my head when he keeps ramming that monster between his legs into me?

Holy shit.

Damn, this feels good. It also feels pretty impossible. I mean, how the hell does Jonah's dick even fit inside of me? What a strange thing to think about now after feeling it inside of me so many times. Well, who the hell knows what happens to my brain when this man is around?

I'll take it.I don't mean his cock. Well, obviously, I'll take his cock. I mean something else, though. I'll take whatever happens just to have him around.

Damn, that makes it seem like I'm unhappy with what I'm taking right now. Believe me, it's no sacrifice to feel the way I feel! Every thrust pushes me right over the edge of the cliff. I keep thinking I'll plunge down into an orgasm chasm and just explode with pleasure when I hit the ground…

Holy shit! What the hell is going on with my head?

Orgasm chasm? Plunge off a cliff? I'm trying to say I feel like every thrust drives me to orgasm but then when he pulls back for the next thrust, the orgasm doesn't hit. How do I turn it into some… I don't know, thinking my clit is some cartoon character hovering in the air next to a cliff?

I don't intend to bring myself back to reality when I shout, "Fuck me, Jonah! Fuck me!" It happens, though. Nothing like good old-fashioned vulgarity to get me to think of his dick as a dick and my pussy as a pussy .

Or a cunt.

Nah, too much.

As a pussy.I mean, cock works for dick but cunt , not so much for pussy.

"Yes! Fuck me!" That comes out involuntarily. I don't think Jonah actually needs any encouragement from me to fuck me nice and hard but it feels good to be loud. It feels sneaky and naughty to be loud here in the office.

And it at least keeps me in the moment instead of in this weird state of mind. And really, can I possibly keep quiet when Jonah is ramming his cock so hard and fast inside me that I've practically climbed onto the counter just from bouncing around?

I try to brace myself, but it's then that Jonah turns me back around to face him. He kisses me hard again and lifts me up on the edge of the counter to wrestle my pants lower and off. It's quite a struggle getting them past my shoes but he rips them away and then I'm wrapping my legs around him and he's pulling me close.

I use the leverage of the counter to rock forward and he moves a bit beneath me to thrust up and into my pussy. Our bodies move in a synchronized beat that makes everything feel more intense. I'm kissing him and biting his lip, gripping his face with my hands as he moves deeper. "Oh Jonah, oh fuck, yes!"

For the first time, I'm completely in the moment. Nothing in my head but what we're doing, and it's so damned powerful I guess it's possible that's why my mind wandered, to get used to things. I run my hands over his shoulders and dig my nails into his back as he thrusts.

Then, abruptly, he grabs me and pulls me from the counter. Holding me suspended like that, he starts to fuck me so fast I feel like he's some sort of sex machine! I start a low moan that becomes a howl as my orgasm hits me in full force. I shudder against him, and just try to hold on. I can feel my pussy grabbing onto his shaft. It happens over and over. It happens over and over and over.

I guess he's holding his breath because he lets it all out suddenly as he thrusts deep a final time. He pulls me down onto his cock as he does. He cums inside of me and the feel of his huge cock pulsing inside me ramps up my own orgasm again. We collapse against the counter and slowly, so very slowly, I slide from his grasp and my feet touch the ground again.

Once I have control of my legs, I gather up my pants and pull them on. Jonah starts to put himself back together as well. I look up to catch him watching me with a smile on his face. "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Okay."

He moves to pull his phone from his pants' pocket but I grab his hand, laughing, "Let's just save that for the bedroom."

Suddenly, we're both aware that we're in my place of business and not in some private retreat. He nods nervously and looks like such a boy at that moment that I know I'm absolutely head over heels for this man.

"Well, I really do need that backhoe."

"Oh! Um, well, let's get that done then."

I'm flustered as I try to remember the rental process. I'm so thankful that he doesn't seem to notice how out of control he makes me feel. I look up at him as he starts signing paperwork and admire the tilt of his head, the way he holds the pen, his strong arms, and . . .

Damn it, I'm like a possessed woman! I make myself push thoughts of our most recent session to the back of my mind and try to treat him like any other client. But his hand brushes over mine as he returns the pen. Does he feel me shiver?

Well, we manage to get it set up and then he leaves and the air feels stale in the office again. I stare at the door after he closes it, hoping he'll walk back through and sweep me up again. I can still feel his body pressed to mine, his hands on my hips, his mouth . . . fuck!

But I have more work to do so I start processing contracts and recording accounts. Of course, I just think about Jonah nonstop. Finally, I just earmark everything for the next day and give it all up until tomorrow.

I really do love the man. And it's not just the physical I'm thinking about, I realize. It's just everything about how I feel when I'm around him.

I love his boyishness, his willingness to joke with me, to be imperfect with me.

I see his face in my mind and I feel giddy and silly.

He's become so much a part of my consciousness.

I love him, every messy bit of him.Actually, the man doesn't really have messy bits unless you count an overactive sense of honor and misplaced misgivings about our age gap.

But I have messy bits.

Now, does he love messy me? That question ties me in knots for the rest of the evening.