Lust and Ladders

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"No. Tonight's about you," he whispered, grabbing my wrists from his belt and pushing me onto the bed. I giggled, and my heart pounded as he pressed against me. My body tingled as he released my wrists and lowered his head. He kissed my belly, and his fingers toyed with the waistband of my shorts.

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The small lamp on the desk flickered on and off, interrupting my reminiscences of the other night. I shook my head and pushed the memory away, trying to concentrate on the job.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the delicate watch. Its mechanisms were painfully unmoving in a shop full of ticking clocks. I tapped my foot impatiently and stared out at the sleeping street, imagining what it would be like to stand outside in air that wasn't filled with the heavy stench of ammonia from the ultrasonic.

Picking up my mug, I sipped air and deeply regretted agreeing to look after the shop while Dave was away. I readjusted my skirt, smiling, thinking about how Reece would look at me if he saw me in it. I thought about how he would have avoided looking at my ass, and how his cheeks would have flushed red. Warmth bloomed under my skirt as I remembered how he blushed and stared at the ground when my shirt came up the other night.

The lightbulb blew, finally giving up.

I sighed in the darkness before reaching for my phone to use as a light. There was a message from Reece.

Reece: Hey. Can I bring you dinner? I won't distract you (Winky face).

* Winky face? What does that mean? Does he want to distract me? Maybe it was an accidental winky face?' *

After typing out different ways of saying "You can distract me if you want to" and "Can you come here and do that thing with your tongue again," I settled on the message.

Yes please (love heart).

After hitting send, I headed to the storeroom for a new lightbulb. I scanned the cluttered shelves, which were piled high with clock parts and cleaning products.

I stood on my tippy toes and shone my phone light on the top shelf. In the far corner was a box that read. "Lightbulbs". I reached for them with one arm. Damn these short legs. My fingertips barely tapped the edge of the box.

I grabbed the small ladder from the corner of the room and sat it in front of the shelf. I unzipped my heeled boots and tossed them to the side before carefully climbing up the ladder with my phone as a light in one hand.

While I searched, the harsh overhead light jolted on. I jumped, my feet slipping off the ladder. I fell backward into two familiar warm arms, holding my hips as they guided me to solid ground.

"Oh no," Reece's sigh was followed by a splattering sound echoing through the room.

I turned to face him.

"Hi..." I managed before bursting into laughter at the sight of two containers of curry face down at different ends of the room and orange splattered across the floor.

"I'll clean it," he said, letting go of my waist to tug my skirt so it was no longer riding up from the fall. My cheeks burned as I watched him fix his eyes on a spot on the floor, desperately avoiding looking at me.

* What was he afraid of? *

The room fell silent. I could hear his breathing and I remembered how his breath felt on my clit. Hot and intoxicating. Reece knelt on the floor, picked up a container, and tried to use the lid to scoop up some of the curry.

That's when I realized just how much food was everywhere. Some splatters had made their way onto the shelves. Reece even had some on his shirt collar.

Laughter streamed out of me. Reece looked up at me, his wide brown eyes scrunched in a smile.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you were a vampire that fears all light sources," he teased, remembering all the times I'd make him turn off the overhead lights and use a small lamp for board game nights.

I was so tired that laughter continued to pour out of me until I was breathless and holding my hands on Reece's chest for balance.

"You shouldn't work late. You've lost the plot," he chuckled, holding my hands against his chest.

I stopped laughing, silenced by feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the fresh smell of his aftershave.

*Was he clean-shaven for me? *

He cleared his throat and stepped away, fixing his eyes on the floor.

* Is this what it was going to be like now? Now that we'd had sex once, would he just avoid looking at me every time we touched? The winky face he texted must have been an accident. *

My hands fell to my sides, aching to feel him again.

I turned away, pulled some paper towels and spray from the shelf, and passed them to him.

"Cheers," he replied, still avoiding eye contact.

"I just have to grab a lightbulb, and then I'll help you." I could hear the disappointment in my voice.

* I wish he'd just look at me like he did the other night. *

He looked up at me and searched my eyes for what was wrong. I hated it when he looked at me like he was trying to read my mind. At least he was looking at me, I guess.

"I'm sorry about our dinner. I should have let you work in peace," he'd heard the disappointment in my voice, too.

"I'm not upset about that," I replied, staring him straight in his eyes, hoping he'd read my thoughts.

"What are you upset about?" he looked puzzled.

"Nothing," I replied. Accepting the fact that if we continued this relationship, our friendship would be ruined. I wasn't going to tell him I was disappointed that he wouldn't just wrap his arms around me and kiss me.

He crossed his arms and fixed his eyes on me, an eyebrow raised in question.

"Well, why is everything awkward now? I feel like the other night has made you act all weird around me," I blurted out, crossing my arms like his.

He placed the paper towel on a nearby shelf and strode towards me. I backed up as he walked towards me, pressing me between himself and the ladder. He stared at my lips silently before brushing my hair behind my ear, gripping both my braids in one hand, pulling me in, and pressing his lips against mine. My body tingled all over when he nibbled my lip gently between kisses.

*So, the winky face was intentional. *

I slid my hands up his shirt and grabbed his waist, he tugged my plats harder in response.

"Why are you always wearing a shirt?" I pulled away and smiled up at him.

He stepped away from me, slipped his shirt over his head, grabbed my waist, held his lips up to my ear, and whispered, "Why are you always wearing underwear?" His breath on my ear sent goosebumps across my skin.

I looked right at him and slid my underwear off under my skirt. Heat pulsed between my legs as I watched him bite his lip.

I stepped out of my blue G-string, picked them up, and threw them at him. He instinctively put his arms up, and I watched his eyes widen as he comprehended what he was holding. He stood there, staring at me, cupping my underwear in both of his hands like they were some precious jewel.

"You know I was getting a new lightbulb before you came. It was very rude of you to distract me." I saw him lick his lips before I turned back to the ladder and started climbing.

I reached high with one arm and leaned forward, knowing exactly what view I was giving him.

Without hesitation, his hands were gripping my thighs and I was holding the shelf in front of me for support as he kissed my ass cheeks. My clit throbbed as he nibbled my thighs.

He pulled his head away and let out a long breath.

"You're so beautiful," he said, grabbing my ass with both hands.

I closed my eyes, leaning into the feeling of being adored by him. My thighs became damp as I remembered how he'd said, "I could get used to this view," after seeing me naked for the first time. I'd never felt more sexy and desired by him. My clit pulsed, remembering.

I wanted him to stop holding back. So, I decided to lead by example.

I turned around on the ladder, my crotch at face height, his breath on my smooth pussy. He wasn't the only one who was clean-shaven for tonight. He licked his lips and smiled.

"It's a shame about the dinner you made. It's okay, though. I have dessert," I grinned as he buried his face in my cunt. He Licked and sucked on my clit. I rested my hands on his shoulders for balance, and he grabbed the sides of the ladder. His grip sculpted his arms.

"Fuck, you're good at that," I said breathlessly, knuckles whitening as I clawed at his shirt sleeves.

Knee-weakening sensations combined with the height sent me floating into him. I tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. His movements became fast and firm in response.

"I just want you closer to me," the words escaped and the breath from his laugh tickled my clit.

He pulled away with a smile on his face. "How much closer can I get?" He asked, nibbling his lips.

*No holding back.*

"I want to sit on your face. Turn around, sit lower on the ladder, and lean back," the decisiveness poured out of me. I'd never sat on someone's face before, and I definitely hadn't done it while standing on a ladder.

He followed my instructions with a grin on his lips. He tilted his head back, his eyes closed and mouth open. The way he leaned back reminded me of times when he wanted me to throw an M&M in his mouth. Tonight, it was different. It wasn't the playfully parted mouth, waiting to tease me when I made a bad throw. Tonight, his lips shone from my wetness, and his mouth was parted softly, his lips twitching slightly like a bird twitching its wings as it prepares to take flight.

His tongue welcomed me as I squatted over his face, gripping the ladder's sides for support.

My thighs burned and trembled from hovering above him. The same soft and playful hands that pushed me on the tyre swing growing up reached up and pulled me onto his face, firm, confident, and grown.

His nose fit easily inside my vagina as his tongue danced and played with my clit. My head threw itself back, and a moan escaped. His movements became urgent. His nose moved in and out slightly as he circled my clit. A short, sharp breath warmed my vuvla, covering me in goosebumps. His long inhale that followed was controlled and deliberate. His movements became fluid and constant.

My eyes wandered until I saw myself completely smothering his face. His chin was dripping. When I saw how red his cheeks were, I understood the reason for that long, controlled breath. He was holding his breath. His grip on my waist loosened.

*How long had it been since he took a breath?* The passing of time had become a blur, but I knew it had been a while because his licks became soft and inconsistent.

I quickly lifted off him and stood on the ladder again. My head became floaty as I stood.

He took a few fast breaths before saying "You smell so fucking good," seemingly unphased by his recent inability to breathe.

I chuckled and watched the smile on his face in disbelief. "Are you okay? It looked like you couldn't breathe like that," I asked, stroking his hair that was now damp from sweat.

"I'll always choose your pussy over breathing," he licked his lips, leaning back and staring up at my cunt.

I laughed. "Well, I'm not going to argue if you want to keep going, but you might want to tap me if you're about to die."

"It would be a great way to go, though," He replied, leaning his head back and opening his mouth, preparing my seat.

His chest rose as I slowly lowered only his face again. My eyes widened as he lifted his head so that his nose was deeper inside me. He gripped my waist, drawing me in. I was starting to believe him when he said he'd choose my pussy over breathing. I fixed my eyes on his hands at my waist, waiting for any slight tap of a finger.

*How would I explain his death to my boss?* I joked, remembering I was at work. A smile spread across my face. I squatted onto him firmer, embracing this new freedom. Unlike when he went down on me the other night, I was in control. From this height, I could use my body to control where his movements were and even his ability to breathe. My body tingled all over at how much control I had.

I circled my hips slowly, my arousal allowing his nose to glide in and out of me effortlessly. I rode his face, maneuvering my hips so that his tongue reached the most sensitive parts of me. I tightened around his nose, and he licked urgently in response, causing me to grip the sides of the ladder for balance. The closer I got to cumming, the weaker my legs became. I no longer trusted my ability to stay upright.

"Reece," I managed breathlessly, lifting off him. He gasped, taking in quick breaths.

"You really would just let me kill you, wouldn't you?" I laughed, watching him giggle and wipe some of me off his chin "I'm still cumming on your face tonight, but we need to move to solid ground,"

"I'll go wherever you'd like, My Lady," he, replied, standing, reaching out a hand, and guiding me down the ladder.

Once we made it off the ladder, I looked at his face, glistening from me.

"I think you enjoy not being able to breathe," I said, leading him out of the storeroom and into the hallway.

"I like it when you do whatever you want to me," he replied.

"Me too," I said, pushing him against a wall, holding both of my hands around his neck, and kissing him. I could taste myself all over him. I enjoyed tasting myself more than I thought I would. I was sweet and intense.

I pressed myself against him, feeling his hard cock through his jeans, my hands tightening around his neck. He closed his eyes and grabbed my waist, digging his nails in a little. I choked him tighter, my heart racing as I watched his face flush red.

*Fuck! I'm choking someone! And he loves it. *

My pussy throbbed watching his mouth part in delight as I constricted his throat. He pulled me in closer, and my body ached to have him inside me.

My fingers became impatient as they released his neck and slid down his chest to his belt, letting him catch his breath as I unzipped his pants.

"Why are you always wearing pants and standing upright?" I asked, standing back, waiting.

He smiled and looked down the hallway at the open window. I completely forgot that people could see in if they were walking past.

"Only if you're comfortable. I forgot about the window. We can mo..." he interrupted by taking his pants off, throwing them to the side, and lying on the hallway floor.

His beautiful body was lit up from the light of the room behind us. I felt wetness drip down my thighs when I saw the precum on his cock.

"You can do more than look, you know," he said, spreading his arms out to his sides as if to say 'Do whatever you want to me'.

I sat on his face and leaned forward until his cock was in my mouth, my ass facing the window. My heart raced, thinking about the view someone would get if they walked past. Surely not something they'd expect to see in a small town clock shop. This gave me more of a rush than being on the top of a ladder.

His tongue flicked my clit quickly as I sucked the tip of his cock. He lifted his hands, gripping my ass cheeks as I slid him in deeper. I rocked my body forward and backward while I sucked his cock. I looked up and watched his toes curl in pleasure.

I moaned, feeling two fingers slide inside me while his tongue twirled around my clit. I tightened around him. He moved his fingers in and out of me quickly, my entire body becoming warm until the rocking I was doing became instinctive and out of my control. I came fast and powerfully. My knees so were weak from pleasure that his dick slipped out of my mouth, and I fell forward. I lay on top of him, my body shuddering from the release.

"Woah," he stroked my thighs as I soaked up the relief that surged through my body.

I turned around and lay beside him. I laughed, closed my eyes, and let my cum drip down my thighs. I turned around to see him sucking on his fingers and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He acted like I was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"That was amazing," he said, looking over at me and stroking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm not done with you yet," I replied, straddling him and gripping his throat with my hands.

To be continued...