The good girl

Alicia

It's Friday, the day I plan to fully indulge myself; this day couldn't be more splendid, or so I assumed. "Is it true what they say about you dating the CEO?" Rachel, the envious coworker, inquired. "And what if I am seeing him? I don't understand why that's your concern," I answered her. I was already feeling good when this woman came to ruin my vibe. She laughed derisively, "Sure, but let me give you some advice; if you value yourself, end things with him because many have been in your shoes." As if I cared, I was aware of what I was getting into, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

I went back to my tasks dismissing both her remarks and her altogether "oh, I see you're playing the little princess, right? When he's finished with you, he's going to toss you aside." Something felt off; was she also one of his former acquaintances? "Just like he did to you, right?" She paused, oh, please don't tell me I'm right, but she doesn't appear to be his type. "No, perhaps you got this position thinking you could seduce him, but I guess he didn't notice you," I said playfully. She slammed her fist on my desk, which drew the attention of other coworkers. She composed herself and cleared her throat as if nothing had happened; I think I hit a nerve, and I felt pleased about it. "I'll let this go for now, but as long as you're here, I'll make your existence miserable until you plead to leave." That was a serious threat I wasn't prepared to ignore. "I will certainly hold you accountable for your comments today, Miss Rachel." She scoffed again and returned to her desk. What exactly is she feeling, anyway? The soon-to-be Mrs. Bernard?

Oh well, yesterday was enjoyable after work too; I took my stepmom and my step siblings out for dinner, and we had one of the most wonderful evenings together. Adrian couldn't join us because he had some business to attend to, so we ordered him his own meal since everyone should share in my first paycheck.

Contemplating it caused me to overlook Rachel and her antics. The workday concluded, and I was already beaming; today, my dream of Lyon would come true. I went to the restroom to refresh my makeup, and when I felt pleased with my look, I proceeded to the parking lot, where Lyon awaited me.

I remembered when he mentioned that next he wouldn't pause, and truthfully, I don't believe I want him to.

We headed to his penthouse, the same one he had shown me before. "Alicia, you look more stunning than two days ago." Naturally, I do; I made an extra effort today. "Are you trying to flirt, Lyon? Because you're not very good at it." He laughed softly, and that laugh made me crave him even more. "Well, you're the first one ever to say that to me," he murmured quietly. That sent chills down my spine, making me feel hot just before his lips touched mine.

The kiss began slowly but quickly grew intense, with both of us giving as much as we received. His kiss always had an intoxicating flavor, causing my legs to weaken as he embraced me tightly in his powerful arms while claiming my lips. When he finally let go, I found myself gasping for air, unaware of my need for it. "Let's head to the room, Alicia." In an instant, he drew me even closer, his hands gripping firmly around my waist. There was that familiar spark in his eyes—an adventurous, wild gleam that made my heart race. Before I could respond, he effortlessly lifted me onto his shoulder, leaving me breathless in surprise.

"Lyon!" I objected, but my protests were muted by laughter as he smiled, taking me towards his bedroom, undeterred by my insincere resistance; I could feel his warmth enveloping me, his grip firm and reliable.

Once we entered the bedroom, he gently lowered me onto the bed, his eyes filled with desire and intensity. He captured my lips again, pressing me against the bed, and I heard the sound of his shoes hitting the floor as he climbed onto the bed while still kissing me. With his assistance, I removed his coat and tossed it aside. He settled on top of me, continuing to kiss me, then broke the kiss to trail his lips down to my neck, where he began to suckle. His hands moved to my shoulders, sliding my dress down and exposing my breasts. His gaze lingered on them as he suddenly started to suck on my nipples one after the other, causing me to gasp and moan at his attention to my breasts.

He slid my dress down completely and removed it, leaving me only in my panties. Two days ago, it had suddenly occurred to me, even though we hadn't acted on it, that he was the one satisfying me. I wanted to give him pleasure and touch him as well. When he returned to my lips, I reached for his tie; I needed to see him in all his glory. He didn't object as I took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt; in fact, he seemed to enjoy my assertiveness, which only motivated me further. He broke the kiss and pulled his shirt off, causing my gaze to travel from his face down to his chest and then to his bulge, as if his penis was yearning to be freed from his pants.

I grasped it, my hands following the line of my eyes down to his manhood. He breathed heavily when I touched him from his pants, and I discovered that he enjoyed being touched. "You're making me lose my mind," he said as he unbuttoned his belt and unzipped his pants, and his penis jumped forward. I took my hands and began to stroke him; the veins on his face were now clearly visible as he clenched his teeth. I sat on the bed and stroked him, and he said, "Alicia, put it in your mouth," in a voice I couldn't identify as his. I followed his instructions, lowering my head and taking his cock in my mouth I twirled my tongue around his cap and he hissed, I further teased him by sucking on it and he gasped, I enjoy what I'm doing to him and I appreciate how he reacts to me.

I placed him in my mouth and began to suck, his hand tangled in my hair as he directed me along his length. His dick reached the back of my throat and I gagged, which seemed to make him twitch, "ah, ugh," does he enjoy that? I stole a quick look at him, and his expression revealed his affection. I quickened my movements, my mouth pleasuring him while my fingers caressed him. He was breathing heavily, and I could feel his precum trickle down my throat; his breathing became frantic. "That's enough," he said, pushing me back onto the bed and removing my panties. He brought his mouth to my vagina, giving me pleasure just as I had done for him earlier. My back arched off the bed as his mouth found my clit, nibbling gently and sucking on it. Meanwhile, his index finger explored my vaginal opening, sliding in and out, stroking my insides. This felt incredible, causing me to let out a scream; I had thought our encounter two days ago was exciting, but this was even better.

I climaxed intensely, completely unaware of when he removed his pants and socks or when he put on the condom; all I knew was that his penis was in my opening.

He moved in closer, our noses brushing as he entered me, the tightness causing a slight pain. He groaned, "You're so tight, baby. Don't move, just relax." I obeyed him as he was fully inside me. He started off slowly, but the thrill of the moment made him thrust faster. I had never experienced anything like it; it was new, and I enjoyed it. He continued his actions, pounding into me as I cry out his name, the heat surged within me and I knew I wouldn't last long before I came, which I did, feeling like I was on top of the world. Is he finished? He kissed me, breathing heavily while doing so. He removed his penis from my vagina; I glanced down and saw it was still erect. Before I could say anything, he spun me around. Oh, are we about to do what I believe we're about to do? Indeed, I may have been a virgin, but that didn't imply I was uninformed; I have friends who are knowledgeable in this area and frequently discuss their experiences.

He approached me from behind, with my knees and elbows on the bed as he thrust into me; there was nothing soft about how he was treating me. He grabbed a large handful of my hair and did what he wanted. I couldn't have cared less because I was reveling in the fresh sensations he was introducing to me. I turned my head to face him and realized that he was fixated on my wiggling backside, I was moaning from the ecstasy I was feeling and I wasn't alone, frequently he would shout my name as if he couldn't survive without it, he was consumed by the bliss, I was nearing my peak and so was he we both climaxed simultaneously.

I felt frail lying in bed with him; so this is what they meant when they shared stories about it. Still, I was happy I got to experience it with Lyon, my father's friend and my youthful crush.