The Slutty Librarian Has A Secret

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This episode is focused highly on edging, and teasing.

I awoke to an empty bed, a food-like scent carrying itself all the way from the kitchen to my sleepy nose. I sniffed the air, slowly leaning up in bed and checking the time.

8:03.

In the morning.

My eyes went full moon wide, I threw the covers aside. Well shit, I was two hours late on the second day. Why the hell didn't I set an alarm?

Truth be told after Josh got back I kinda forgot about what time to go back to work. Why didn't he wake me up? Technically he didn't know the hours and I usually slept in so I couldn't blame him...

This was all on me.

I slid my legs off the edge of the bed, shuffling my feet and rubbing my tired eyes.

Josh was standing in the kitchen over a hot frying pan, he didn't notice my presence yet so I had time to admire him in silence. Taking note of the bead of sweat running in what I would call 'sexy slow motion' down his temple.

"Josh, is that breakfast by any chance for me?"

My words caught him off guard, Josh looked down to the frying pan then back up at me. "Uhhh it wasn't but since you're awake this early I could make you some if you'd like." He offered a kind, playful smile. Flipping the bacon in the pan.

I playfully rolled my eyes and went back to my room. It was moments like those that made me not want to tell Josh. I was this close to taking that... incident to my grave.

In the bathroom I started peeling off the large t-shirt, my eyes landing on the purpleish finger shaped bruises that had been left on my sides. The dirty evidence.

Note to self; Avoid having sex with Josh to be safe. What would he think if he saw these?

I shuddered at the thought and jumped in the shower, using my favorite body wash and some shampoo.

Drying my hair as I exited the shower. I realized I really needed to pick up the pace. I was already late enough as it was.

I pulled a white tanktop over my head, followed by a light beige sweater. Lastly clothes wise was a pair of large boxy brown shorts.

I wore the thick framed glasses today.

While checking myself out in the mirror, I thought I looked cute. But was it too cute for work? Charles hadn't told me any certain dress codes.. But I guessed anything revealing was likely off limits.

It was a library for goodness sake, not a whore house.

That being said, what was the likelihood I would have any chance for sex at a library again? The first time already sounded impossible.

A second? Completely unimaginable.

Nodding to myself in the mirror. I promised myself nothing like that would happen again. Not just for Josh but for me, I wasn't just some loose slut. I wasn't.

But I knew I was lying.

When I came back from my room the table was spread, his breakfast and mine. Two plates with bacon, soft scrambled eggs, and a slice of toast on each.

A simple breakfast that would now have to be on the go. "Thanks a whole lot honey but I have to go. I'm like sooo late for work." I grabbed a lunch container and hurriedly packed everything up as neatly as I could manage.

Josh placed his hand on my shoulder, pulling me into a lasting hug before I go. He's always been a hug-a-bear. "Hope you have a great day at work, make sure to keep me posted if anything crazy happens- Doubt it though. Don't get fired okay?"

Josh grinned openly at me, the last bit obviously a teasing jab.

"I'll try not to."

And just like that, I was off to work, lunch box held like a briefcase. I had put a brown paper lunch bag over it so it didn't look as childish.

I didn't think most mature adults still used these, I just still had mine from my high school and early college days.

The doors to the library didn't feel as grand now but there was a new kind of pressure. Here I was returning to the scene of the crime.

And Josh still had no clue.

I looked up to check for cameras, there were some around the door area, I still needed to know if there were any with a view of the crime scene.

I huffed a sigh and pushed the doors open, putting a smile on my face as I entered. The library was as quiet as ever, when I ventured further in I saw someone I didn't expect to see at the front counter.

Charles, and when his eyes found me, let's just say I didn't look like his favorite person in the world right now.

Actually, biggest understatement of the year. He was seething mad. The only thing keeping him in check seemed to be his manners and decorum.

Plus the fact we were in public.

His bushy brows knitting together. "Well, look who decided to show up to work today. You're late. Very late."

I opened my mouth to speak but he held his hand up, as if to silence me. I obeyed, hoping if I held my tongue maybe I could hold onto this job too.

"I made you aware of how the library depends on one librarian. You know being two hours late is detrimental to how the library runs. How could you be so irresponsible? I should have never taken a chance on you."

Now that stung, like seriously stung.

There was a pause. I took this as a chance to speak. "I-I-" Stopping myself to clear my throat, I'd never done well with tense confrontations. I have never been scolded by a boss before.

I've never had a boss before.

"I'm very sorry this happened... I let myself forget about setting a alarm. Complete screw up on my part. I understand you're upset but please know my lateness was not intended."

A beat passed, he looked the exact same amount of pissed though. Did my apology have any influence on him?

"We'll talk about your screwups later in my office when we close. I have work to do, and in case you weren't aware Stewart, you do too." With that last quip, Charles turned around and calmly marched in the direction of his office.

Even when angry he managed to look refined.

An unknown pressure slid off my slumped shoulders. I wondered if I looked as small as I felt right now.

I'd never seen him so angry, hell, I'd never seen him even mildly irritated. Charles has been nice to me this entire time. But this whole bum-up is my fault.

In the end, he has a library to manage, And employees.

I obviously fall under that category.

Heaving a sigh, I stepped behind the library counter. Placing my book bag down and sitting in the chair.

Alot was on my mind but I let things settle so I could work clear-minded.

Checking out books, customer interactions, Putting newly returned books on the metal carts. Thankfully I didn't see that tanned picture of excellence- Er, that man named Sam at all.

Throughout the day, I spent my quiet time sitting back on my chair reading a book I brought from home, studying the ceiling tiles above me, or siphoning through random math problems in my head.

Even taking a short lunch break in the library's break room, the food had long since cooled down. Overall it was a tasty bite to eat, no complaints there.

No matter, I couldn't shake the feeling I was in serious trouble with Charles.

Like making a really bad mistake and your parents end up finding out, but instead of punishing you instantaneously, they let you sit and brew, building up more and more fear as the hours go by.

Singlehandedly without even saying a thing, they end up digging a never-ending pit of dread in your stomach.

When it finally came time for closing and I started returning the books to their respective places, I felt nowhere near relieved.

I just went about my business.. then decided to return to where it all went down.

The aisle, that aisle. Those bookshelves.

Checking up above my head to see if there were any cameras with a good view of where I was yesterday.

And was there? Not only one with a pretty good angle but two, two separate cameras in two far positions, that had full views on this one aisle.

Shit. I was fucked. Like fucked fucked.

Did Charles already know? Was what I heard yesterday not just guilt and somehow actual truth?

A chill spread over my body and I suddenly felt oddly cold.

I returned to the front counter. Deflating into my chair, fidgeting my hands in my lap.

So damn close to closing time and that dread was eating me alive. I looked towards the old clock on the wall.

Took me a little moment to figure out the time, being distracted by dread but it's 7:58 PM and the library had taken on that eerily still quiet again.

I mean, it was always quiet, being a library and all. This quiet, on the other hand seemed breathless, lifeless, like not even a dust mite stirred.

It felt like only a second went by before the clock read 8. Slowly, I got to my feet and went to lock the front doors. Doing a quick speed-walk check of the aisles to verify no one's still inside the grand library. Since I rushed the check it didn't take too long.

Okay, you got this, you got this Stewart. What's the worst thing Charles can do to me? Fire me? It's not like I technically needed this money.

Though I did love the new feel of near-independence, depending only on myself was like a faraway dream but getting a job made it feel a whole lot closer.

Fingers crossed I get another chance and fingers crossed I didn't screw up the next time.

I resolved these thoughts with a deep breath and headed for the back of the library, hesitating as I raised my hand to knock on the office door.

Tap tap. Waiting waiting... Click.

The door swung open wide, revealing a tired-looking Charles, I can only tell he looked tired because of his eyes. He silently ushered me in, gesturing for me to sit before he sat across from me. I placed my book bag down, I thought this discussion might take a while.

We sat, surrounded by tense silence for what felt like at least ten minutes, his piercing mature gaze causing my nerves to feel bothered and my self esteem to lower simultaneously.

"You have seriously disappointed me Stewart. All day I've been contemplating what to do with you. On one hand, firing you and being done with it is the easier option. On the other hand..."

I straightened in my seat, hope gleaming in my eyes. Maybe I'll keep the job after all.

"I don't think I'm quite ready to let you go."

What? It sounded like a good thing but the way it was worded made me uneasy all over again. "W-what-"

He continued on despite my clear confusion. "Stand up Stewart, come here." His voice commanding yet soft, showing he had full control of this situation. I didn't like where this was going, that's what I told myself.

That's what I told myself to make myself feel less guilty.

When I stood up and came around the desk, Charles patted his knee, I was clearly hesitant but not once did he break eye contact. So I sat.

I was sitting on his lap, turned to the side because of how wide open his legs were. I was sitting on another man's lap and you know what? I didn't feel ashamed. I could lie and say I did but no. This felt strangely fitting for me.

Like I belonged.

Charles' hand settled on the small of my back, he was practically undressing me with his eyes. I felt nude even while fully clothed. "I saw you Stewart.. I saw everything, in detail. Did you really think I didn't hear you? Hear that pretty little moan of yours?" His free hand came up to stroke my neck, the feeling almost ticklish, I squirmed underneath his touch.

The corner of his lip quirked up subtly, I noticed.

"That was a question, answer." I had assumed that was rhetorical. "W-well... I kinda hoped.." Charles huffed a laugh, I could feel every movement of his body. Every. I could even feel the swell of his erection pressing against the side of my thigh. I tried to readjust but I found he simply pulled me back to the original position, holding me there.

"Hoped? Hoped? You assumed a miracle would happen and I'd.." Charles shrugged, shaking his head. "Go deaf temporarily? Did you even hear how loud you were? You should be glad I didn't say anything when it happened. Other managers would have, but I kept quiet. Waiting until the moment is right."

I stiffened as he trailed his hand down from my throat and placed it firmly atop my crotch, giving it a good squeeze. He had caught me off guard, I couldn't prevent the high pitched gasp that ensued.

Charles watched me closely, close enough where I began to believe I was transparent and he could see everything. He'd had that effect on me for a while now. "S-sir I- I don't know what to say- I-"

Who was I kidding? I hadn't known him for a while.

"Then don't say anything Stewart. Not yet." Charles began using the ball of his hand to knead my dick through my pants.

I got hard so fast I startled even myself, a blush began to creep up from my chest, to my face and to my ears. I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact.

Keeping my lips pressed tightly together prevented my moans for a good while, small pleasured grunts taking it's place but Charles kept increasing the pressure of his palm, massaging my hard dick effortlessly, his face close to my ear, each warm breath making me shiver and shake in his lap.

"Ch.. Charles- nngh... I-I'm-" Apparently, I'm nothing, just as soon as the words left my tongue, Charles had abruptly withdrawn. Leaving me all hot, hard, on edge and yearning for completion. I was panting slightly now. "I should've known you'd react desperately. Let me guess, you want me to continue?" His voice flat with merely a hint of the warmth it once had.

I eagerly nodded, head going up and down quickly. I was centimeters away from saying please--Begging wasn't too foreign for me--Before Charles removed me from his lap, placing me knees first on the floor. Both strong hands on my shoulders as he stared me down.

I knew what he wanted, It's what they always wanted.

I wet my lips with my tongue, no doubt looking needy for a taste of cock.

Not once did I reconsider my actions. What difference did it make?

"Stewart, do you think you can handle this?" I nodded before he finished his sentence. Watching as he undid his belt, His eyes never leaving mine the entire time.

It was incredible, the way he made me feel horny with just his eyes. I guess it was a bit more considering his previous handsy ministrations.

The belt was off now. I pushed my thick framed glasses up my nose.

"I..." I took a breath, trying to settle my thumping heart, it was so loud I could hear each beat in my eardrums. "I don't know." That was the honest truth, the outline of his cock looked rather intimidating up close. Hell, it probably looked intimidating from afar too.

Pop, pop, pop.

The sound of Charles' pants unbuttoning button by button. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I couldn't even think about Josh.

Josh. Shit. Again? Really? Fuck my life.

"Let's do a little.. test, if you will." Charles said.

A test?

Why did I put myself in these situations..?

My attention returned to Charles when the sight of his boxers came into view. It looked massive, like.. massive. And that was through the underwear.

Like a magnet, I drew closer to Charles, face coming so close to his groin I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Warming my already hot cheeks. I wanted to bury my face there and just... just stay forever.

I was in too deep.

He pulled the band of his boxers down, just enough to free his cock. My eyes didn't leave his length, trailing up and down at least twice.

Charles' cock stood hard and erect right before my eyes, I guessed it was approximately 11 inches, honestly, the biggest cock I ever laid eyes on, by the looks of it, he was clean shaven, smooth.

Without thinking I reached out to touch it but Charles gripped my wrist, preventing me. "Ah ah ah.." His tone a soft and altogether dark reproach. "Did I say you could touch me? Ask first, show you can be responsible then I'll consider it."

I didn't know what to say, I hardly knew what to think besides cock, cock. Charles' cock suddenly becoming my sole focus.

"C... cu-.." The things I did for cock, it was embarrassing. He hadn't told me whether or not doing this would help me keep my job. Crazy to think this could have only been a steamy lay-off.

"Could I.. hold your cock? I'll be really good and gentle I promise I-I- won't do anything crazy.. I can be good." I wondered if Charles realized he'd seen me beg for cock before, through the cameras. The thought causing my arousal to stir, did he enjoy watching me suck cock and get fucked by a stranger until I pissed myself? Did he get off to the footage?

So many questions.. With no time to ask.

Charles observed me, looking deep in thought. One aged but strong hand slowly caressing the thick head of his cock. Did I mention how thick it was? #NeedThat.

"You know, Stewart, I don't think you can handle it. You didn't sound sure of yourself a mere minute ago and now you believe you can? I'm not buying it. Prove it to me. Prove to me you can handle a handjob hm? Why don't you demonstrate.. Right here on my desk."

I knew exactly what Charles was suggesting.

He wanted to watch me... jerk off.

With haste, I stood up and slid my hips onto the desk, opening my legs wide open. I pulled my boxy shorts down to my ankles, followed by my underwear. To my surprise he pulled them completely off, letting my garments hit the office floor.

My dick stood up tall, almost proud, regardless of the sense of shame that whispered in my ear. Whispered a name repeatedly without ceasing.

I lifted my knees some, sliding my shoes off before I placed my feet on the edge of the desk. Leaving myself vulnerable to Charles' swift eyes devouring me whole, I could tell taking things slow wasn't only making me hornier, a part of me sensed how badly Charles wanted to take me right here on his desk.

And I'd be telling lies if I said I didn't want him to.

I gently wrapped my fingers around the stiff shaft of my uncut dick, stroking up and down in long slow motions. Occasionally raising my eyes to Charles' eyes, but his eyes were locked on my dick and my hand.

My hand squeezing a little tighter down at the base then looser at the tip, my hips bucking up just a little.

I'd never masturbated so well. I always thought I wasn't good at it and didn't like it but this felt.. this felt good.

Leaning back some on the desk, I used my other hand to support myself, intentionally giving Charles a better view of my bubble-shaped rounded ass. I wanted him to see all of me, I wanted him to have all of me. I was this close to throwing off my top too.

I knew with each tight, slow stroke I was reaching that finishing point again. Eyelids fluttering. My thighs quivered a little, I nearly slipped right off the desk.

"That's enough."

Everything froze, I was brought back to reality and the why of what I'd been doing. I released my dick and quickly got back down on my knees. "You mean-" Charles nodded, eyes slightly narrowed.

Holding onto his direct eye contact, kneeling before him.

I tried not to look too enthusiastic as I took hold of his thick 11 inch hard cock, the head of it a bright peachy pink. My fingers couldn't fully wrap around. Yet I still tightened my grasp gently and slipped my hand down. Charles' shaft twitched and it sent a rise of lust through me like no other.

I brought my hand back up, repeating the motion. Charles' hips slowly moved in time with my gentle rubs, forming a quiet rhythm.

The sound of his breath hitching the only change in the consistent quiet.

I lifted my other hand up from my side and fished out his warm ball sack, amazed at how heavy he felt in the palm of my hand. While holding him, I could barely see my smaller hand under it. The size absolutely smothering.

Charles' eyes met mine, a newfound glint in them, he didn't seem to mind. "... Can I?" A simple nod is all I needed.

Lips instantly opening wide as I sucked on the the bottom of his balls, my mouth pulling in the sack more until all I could taste was him, my moan muffled, the sound reverberating and bouncing off his balls and the walls of my mouth.

Breathing was fleeting but I didn't care.

I inhaled more of him into my mouth, enveloping his sack wholly, bathing him in my saliva.

My hand didn't stop it's slow working on his cock and I could feel his balls tensing on my tongue and relaxing over and over again. His breathing sounding less and less stable. This was driving him crazy, yet he still managed to keep his cool. It was admirable, really.

I caught a glimpse of pre cum running down the side of his massive cock, this inspired me to work harder. Speeding my hand up just enough to send him over the edge.

And it worked.

Charles' hips raised an inch and his low groaning filled the small neat office.

A hot splurt of cum spewed from his tip, coating my brown hair in a way I hadn't experienced before. Was it bad that I didn't hate it?

I withdrew his balls from my mouth, licking his balls one last time.

Opening my mouth wide as I tried to catch the last remnants of his release on my tongue, getting more on my face compared to in my mouth.

I loved it. Every last second of it.

Feeling possessed, owned. Like little more than an object..

Charles had a proud look on his face, his hand patting his lap, gesturing for me to sit there again.

Despite the fact he came only seconds ago, his cock is hardening again.

I hoped he is about to finally fill me with his cock, how I ached to be stretched open by him.

Eagerly, I sat down on his lap, well-rounded ass flush against his cock. I tilted my head back some.

"I think you deserve a reward for your exceptional performance." Charles said.

Yes, cock... Finally.

What I didn't no way no how expect was to feel one strong mature hand grasping my stiff shaft. Eyes shifting down. "W-wha-what-" But goodness I'd be lying if I said I wanted him to stop.

Charles worked magic on my aching member, going up and down the shaft with impressive speed, a firm grip and surprising expertise.

I writhed in his lap, plump cheeks grinding against his cock, letting it slide in between my hips, slipping it against my wet asshole, coating him feverishly in the fruit of my frantic untamed excitement, it felt good to be able to moan outright without concerns of being heard since the library had closed a while ago.

"That's it Stewart, just like that." His voice a soft rumble close by my ear. Fuck fuck his hand was fast.

Close. So fucking close to the climax I'd been craving all night. "Yes... yes! yes... Engh... nnh.. Please Charles please." I hadn't been told to beg but here I was doing it like a hopeless slut without needing to be told.

My back arched, I gasped aloud, eyelids fluttering shut. Ass jerking wildly against Charles' cock, reveling at the feeling of his massive cock between my ass crack. I felt like a bitch in heat.

Then it stopped. Everything came to a painfully anti-climatic end. I blinked, befuddled, lost.

A beat passed.

"We should get going Stewart, it's late." He said, checking his watch on his wrist. On the same wrist connected to the hand that had been hand-fucking me so well. But I was dazed, I didn't know what to do or say. "B-but-"

"No buts." Charles helped me off his lap, standing up, he bent down to pass me my shorts and underwear, I mindlessly accepted them. Too horny and on edge to process what the hell is going on here.

Picking up my book bag, putting it over my shoulder. I had enough sense to do those things but not enough to comprehend.

He ushered me out his office, locking the door. I slipped my underwear on, then my shorts right after, I wiped at my face with my sleeve.

I walked ahead, determined to get home now.. If Charles wouldn't give me what I needed, I'd find a way at home to finish off. "Oh, Stewart." I halted, turning around, albeit a little too hopeful.

"The library opens later on weekends, make sure to be here at 1 O' clock, sharp. Don't be late, I'm giving you a second chance. There isn't going to be a third."

What?

I was not able think straight enough to celebrate the good news, I didn't respond and turned to the door, exiting into the warm night.

Speed walking all the way home, the insatiable throbbing between my legs a constant reminder. I needed to handle it.

I took the elevator up to my floor and rushed to unlock the door, fingers fumbling on the doorknob. Shit. I needed to calm down.

The door came open with a soft creak and I walked inside. Slipping my shoes off and locking the door behind me.

I needed these clothes off now, every brush on my skin left me feeling worst than before.

Still, I couldn't believe Charles' just left me in this state. He got to cum, why couldn't I? Is this his twisted idea of punishment?

Without another thought, I went to my half bathroom, rinsing another man's dried jizz out of my hair, focused on anything but my hair right now. I loosely towel dried it and nearly dashed to my bedroom.

Out the corner of my ears, I thought I heard faint sounds in the bathroom connected to my bedroom.

I didn't care.

Like a stripper with no finesse, I stripped out my clothes, throwing everything to the floor.

I ran my hands down my chest, sitting up on my bed, running all the way down to my thighs, sliding around to my hips.

Laying chest first on the bed, I plunged my index finger into my scrunching pink hole. Taking a sharp inhale. It wasn't half the same feeling as having a cock in me but I was fucking desperate okay.

I shoved another finger, my middle finger inside me, biting down into the covers. Without waiting I shoved my index finger and my pinky at the same time. Moaning into the mattress.

Throbbing dick leaking pre cum onto the bed. When all of the sudden I heard the bathroom door swing open.

I didn't cease squeezing my fingers inside my anal passageway, I couldn't if I tried.

But I turned my head to the side, looking over to find a reasonably surprised Josh, one whom had gotten out the shower mere moments ago, red hair soaked, towel wrapped around his waist. The backlight of the bathroom highlighting him.

On the other hand, I remained in the dark.

Hiding the bruises I knew were exposed on my waist.

Once again today I was left basically speechless, my own four fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of me. "J... Josh." I breathlessly moaned his name.

The towel dropped faster than I could account for.

Was it something I said?

"... I didn't hear you come in. What's got you all worked up Stew?" He knew me well enough to know I was over horny. Like, horny to the max. Josh approached the bed, caressing my bare back.

It hurt knowing I couldn't tell him the whole, unfiltered truth. So I lied. I fucking lied to him.

"I have been thinking... about you... all day. I-... I didn't expect you to... be here. Why...?" I trailed off, right before slipping my thumb inside my tight hole, my whole hand inside now, making up for lost time.

Josh seemed transfixed, his eyes never leaving me or my trembling form. Hand caressing my back ever so gently, making me flinch. Arching into his touch.

"After the shortened work trip, we were allowed to have a couple off days, I wanted to spend them here, with you."

I couldn't deny how sweet of him that was. Josh could be doing anything else with his off time, hanging out all day at that internet cafe he likes so much, or doing a little hobby photography in his free time but he chose to be here, waiting for me to come home.

Just for me.

I didn't deserve his care, I didn't deserve his time.

Josh took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand out painstakingly slow, making me wince and whine at the new emptiness there. I leaned up, revealing my naked front to him openly, just as he brought my hand to his lips, cleaning me up softly using his tongue. "You know..." Josh paused, licking between my fingers, the feeling sending shivers down my spine. ".. I'm right here.. now, if you want to-"

"Yes." Josh didn't get to finish his statement but frankly, I don't think he cared. The sight of his hard 7 inch cock only turning me on further.

He took me in his arms, our bodies completely naked, pressed together. He carefully flipped me over, I held onto the nearest pillow, perking my ass up noticeably so. "Please.." A small, pleading, whispered cry.

Josh didn't deny me what I wanted, what I desperately needed.

Separating my ass cheeks just enough to slide his cock in between. Yes finally, for real this time. I know Josh wouldn't just lead me on.

The head of Josh's erect cock pushing against my pre-stretched sphincter, gosh I was so sensitive right now that I cried out loudly. "Damn Stew... I haven't even done anything."

I nodded promptly, knowing he was right. My breath labored as I gasped repeatedly without pause, I could feel every inch of him squeezing into my body, pushing against my loins, clouding my thoughts.

Forget Charles and his craziness, this was enough for me.

I hoped.

"Breathe, Stew, breathe." I hadn't realized I'd been hyperventilating, it was a bad habit I picked up not too long ago. In short, when I get overly horny for a long period of time and finally get what I want--typically cock-anus penetration--I lose my breath.

Like really really lose my breath.

Badly enough, meaning I had to be reminded to breathe. See, Josh knew that because he knew me.

Not everyone would know what to do in that situation.

Hell, he was the only person who knew me for me.

I may have cheated on Josh physically but at least... at least it wasn't some love affair.

Quickly, I took to breathing again, I could feel Josh's arm securely hooking around my waist, his hips slapping into mine. The bed shaking underneath our bodies.

As much as I wanted to shout my pleasure freely, I still live in an apartment, I bit into the pillow, suffocating the loudness of it all.

The feeling of his cock up my ass sending tingles through my body, tears were stinging my eyes.

Cum was coating my bed covers. My own cum, spewing all over but from the motion my dick was getting coated in it's own substance, lathering up all over. "Josh Josh Josh- Josh-" To think I said another man's name in the heat of passion on the same night.

Josh softly groaned into my ear, the arm hooked around my waist tightening as he came into me, the walls of my insides coated by him. "I love you." Josh said, out of breath, I could feel the sweat of his chest on my back. He held me to him.

"I-I love you too.."

Yes, this was how it was supposed to be.

Just Josh... and me.

Not Josh, me and whoever the fuck I was screwing behind his back at work.

Our exhausted breaths filled my bedroom.

"Josh I... I... I have to tell you something."