Between The Spreadsheets Page 6

  “Ugh, does this have to have a label, Andy?” Dylan sighs and drapes his arm over his face to try and block me out.

  I sit up a little annoyed, but not surprised by his reaction. “I don’t have to have a label. I just need to know what the rules are or parameters.”

  “Surprisingly, when you talk like that it makes me hard again. Do you have reading glasses? I would love to fuck you as a librarian. You can talk about parameters while I pound you from behind. Here roll over.”

  He makes a grab at me, but I quickly jump up. Of course, I’m naked and all that does is make him stare at my breasts.

  “Ugh! No.”

  “No, you don’t have glasses? Well that’s a shame. Here come jump on my stick anyway,” he says while stroking himself.

  I have my hands on my hips now. I’m trying not to be turned on by him touching himself in front of me. It’s not really working. Dylan can turn me on with just a look.

  “No, I mean no we need to talk about this.”

  “Ugh.” Dylan sadly stops his ministrations and falls back on the bed. “Okay, fine. We have a good working relationship. I would like to keep that as is. After hours though we can fuck like bunnies. I’m looking forward to fucking you into a gaming handicap.”

  “I can’t stay here though, Dylan. I need to go back to my place. I’m here too much. I’m sure I’ll suffocate you.” I sit down beside him on the bed.

  “I liked it when you suffocated me last night with your pussy. That was fantastic.” I slug him in the side. “Ouch. Okay, fine. We’ll call the police department and see if they have any new information. We’ll get you a new lock for your front door. I think we should also buy you some pepper spray just in case.”

  I’m stunned. He used the word “we” three times. I don’t really want to point that out and scare him off, but this is sounding more and more like a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. Would I want to be Dylan’s girlfriend? That’s just weird. I’ll leave it at that, but that has to be one of the sweetest things any guy has said to me. On that note, I change tactics and decide to get my hands dirty.

  “What are you . . . ? Oh, fuck. Yeah, sweetie just like that. Mmmm, you can’t get enough of this cock, can you? I love your mouth.”

  With that, I show him how much I appreciate him.

  We contact the police department and find out that there has been a string of burglaries in my area. More specifically, in my building. Dylan doesn’t like that news. He convinces me to stay with him by using his tongue. He says I can wake up every morning to him “going downtown.” Needless to say, I relent.

  We got a new lock on my door anyway and cleaned up my apartment. Well, I cleaned up my apartment while Dylan counted all the pink items in my place. I grabbed some clothes and toiletries and semi moved in with Dylan. The whole scenario is so bizarre. Dylan used to hate being around me and now I’m living with him, not to mention working with him during the week as well.

  It’s been two weeks and everything is going smoothly. Weirdly enough, he’s really fun to live with. I didn’t realize how alone I felt until I moved in with him. There’s always someone to lend a hand or get feedback on an outfit. It’s quite nice. I’ve never lived with a guy. I thought it would be horrible.

  I can’t say that we have stuck to his rules about keeping our work relationship the same. Sometimes he will get off a heated call and stalk over to me. Bend me over my desk and fuck me until everything is off my desk and on the floor. He just calls it an occupational hazard.

  This new Dylan is driving me wild. And he’s been really sweet. I feel like he really cares about me and wants to make sure I’m taken care of. Birdie’s in heaven. She loves Dylan and his loft. He’s always giving her cuddles and a new toy. He doesn’t think I notice, but her bed is full of toys I never purchased.

  Whenever we fight over something it always ends in sex. In my past relationships, it was never like this. If I had an argument with someone, we would hash it out and come to a resolution or not and then be done with it, usually with me still being pissed. It’s difficult to be mad at Dylan when he makes me speechless by lifting up my skirt and kissing my who-ha.

  God, he’s insatiable. He says I am, but he’s ready to go all the time. I’ve never had this much sex in my life. Not even that one summer when I was going through some changes and my hormones were off the charts. I masturbated a crap load then.

  Birdie rubs against my leg as I shut down my computer for the day. Dylan is already playing video games. Our numbers have been really good. It seems this transition has been a smooth one. It’s still hard to believe I work for him. He’s a good boss; fair and precise. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it too. I really do admire the way he’s on the phone with people.

  We’ve looked into a couple of different locations for offices. I’ve even contacted Cindy to come work for us. I’ve kept in touch with her since our jobs terminated. She didn’t seem surprised that Dylan and I work so well together. She’s a dear friend and I’m really looking forward to working with her again when we decide on a new location.

  “Sniper,” I call out to him. A second later he gets shot in the head and his avatar dies.

  Dylan turns his head and he has a smirk on his face. I smile back. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done, Andy?”

  “Okay.” I’m always up for gaming. I haven’t in a while since we’ve been humping like rabbits. I kneel down next to him behind the coffee table. He hands over the controller. I immediately start picking up guns and going to my hideout location. This map is a sniper’s playground. I’m not going to give them an advantage if I can help it. I subconsciously notice that Dylan has moved from his spot. I feel his hands at my waist. I look back at him since he’s behind me.

  “I’m your handicap, babe. It’s not fair to the other players. I’m evening the field. Now lean over the coffee table and spread your legs.” I hear my player die but do as Dylan says. My core is already aching for him. I’ll play along, but I won’t promise that I’ll be invested in this game. When he touches me, everything else goes to the background. “That’s my girl. Now I’m just going to push these sweet pink panties aside and . . .” He rubs his dick against my folds. I moan. He notices I’m already wet and pushes inside me. I gasp. “Play, princess,” he mumbles as he nibbles around my ear. I pick up the controller from where I’ve dropped it on the table and start to shoot at some of the other players.

  He thrusts into me quickly and I drop the controller again. He makes a “tsk, tsk” sound and I try and get my head back in the game. I’m not going to let him get to me. Then he starts to rub my clit. “Ohmygod.” It feels amazing and it’s taking everything in me to concentrate on this stupid game. I’m so glad I don’t have a headset and mic on right now. The other players would definitely know what’s going on.

  Luckily, I find a rocket launcher and go to town on the other team. That’s when Dylan starts thrusting with earnest. I’m breathing heavy. The controller vibrates in my hands and notice I’m being shot at. I pull the trigger and take the guy out. It’s the last kill and the one to win it. I drop the controller and grind my hips back into him.

  “Dylan.” His hands are braced against the table on both sides of me. I’m caged in and loving his body over me. I twist my head to kiss him. Our tongues mingle and I’m getting more and more wet. He’s going too slow for me and I’m getting antsy. I move away from him. His face is confused, until I push him down on the floor. I sit astride him and slide down his hard cock.

  “Fuck, Andy. Yes, ride my dick.” He pushes my shirt up and pulls my bra cups down. My breasts are exposed as he fondles them. I lean down over him so he can put one in his mouth. He complies and I start to feel the pull of my orgasm. “Mmmm, baby. I can feel you’re about to come.”

  I go up in flames and make sounds I didn’t even know I could as I ride him to pure ecstasy. He gets me every time he talks dirty to me. I love it. I’ll have dreams about his dirty mouth and then wake him up to have
sex. He smacks my ass and starts a punishing rhythm from below. I’ve collapsed on his chest, a heady mess. Dylan is the only man who I want inside me all the time. None of my other lovers can even compare to the type of sexual connection we have.

  “Fuck, baby. I can feel your juices running down my balls. God, you’re so fucking hot.” He grunts a few times and clenches his eyes shut. I always try and watch him when he comes. It almost makes me come again. “Holy shit, holy shit. Fuck.” I’m braced above him now, just watching his face and trying to move with him. He stills and his entire body quivers. “Holy fuck, Andy. I just double orgasmed. Can you believe that shit? Holy crap. I’ve never done that before. Shit. We need to do that again.” I smile and collapse on top of him. I’ve heard stories of guys being able to come more than once, but I didn’t think they were true. He rubs my back and kisses my hair. I still won that game. Two points for Team Pink!

  10

  Things are really good between us. Who would’ve thought that Dylan and I would be a couple? Although, he’s never stated we are. We don’t go on dates and we haven’t met each other’s family or friends for that matter. Is he keeping me a secret? Are we even a couple? He’s never called me his girlfriend.

  “Are you my boyfriend, Dylan?” We are lying in bed. I’ve been living with him for a month and I still don’t know what we’re doing. Are we just fucking? It’s driving me insane. I want to know if this is going somewhere. I don’t want to get too comfortable with this situation. He hasn’t given me any cues that this is a long-term thing.

  “Do we have to put a label on this, Andy? I don’t do girlfriends or anything. I don’t know what you want me to say.” He sounds tired and irritated. It still stings that he doesn’t see this as anything more than casual. I want to be someone’s girlfriend. I want a guy to take me out on a date and call it that. I don’t want to be an easy lay or convenient. Maybe Dylan isn’t man enough.

  I get up out of his bed. I don’t feel comfortable here anymore. This isn’t my space. He isn’t my boyfriend. We are nothing. I need to get back to my place and sort things out. I can’t be around him right now. I’m too upset. Without a word, I get dressed.

  “Andy, what are you doing?” He sits up in bed. Once I grab my bag and start stuffing things in it, I think it becomes pretty apparent. “Come on, Andy. It’s ten o’clock at night. You can’t leave right now. Why don’t you lie back down and we’ll go for round two?”

  That infuriates me more. He does think of this as just sex. I mean nothing more to him than a quick lay, a warm body. “Fuck you. I deserve more than this.” He looks taken aback. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad with anyone in my life. He’s just throwing this all away.

  He stands next to the bed with just some black boxers on. “Because I won’t call you my girlfriend? Are you serious?” I don’t answer him. I go to the bathroom to grab all my things. When I come out he’s pacing beside the bed.

  “I deserve to be someone’s girlfriend.” I push past him and grab Birdie, who’s asleep in her bed. She snorts at me and wiggles, but I have a good hold so she can’t run off. I know she wants to stay with Dylan, but I can’t. He’s made it clear what this situation is. I no longer want to be a part of it. I turn to look at him. Wait and see what he does. He stands there with his hands on his hips, angry.

  He’s not going to stop me. He’s letting me go. I can feel my tears coming. I quickly leave and shut the door behind me. I make it downstairs and then I start to bawl. I’ve never felt this heartbroken. I feel unwanted. I thought he thought this was special. I thought he thought I was important. He doesn’t care. All those things I saw in him, I was being delusional.

  At my apartment it’s quiet. My stomach feels a bit queasy after the last time I was alone like this. Thankfully, my door is locked. It’s pitch black in my apartment. I turn on the entry light and place Birdie down. She hobbles over to her little bed by the TV and lies down with a huff. She’s not happy to be back and honestly, I’m not either. But I’m not going to stay with someone just because we have great sex. There has to be more to it. Mutual respect and eventually love needs to happen for me to want to stay with a guy. Dylan was giving me none of that.

  I pour myself a glass of wine, sit down on the couch and turn the TV on for background noise. My phone goes off in my purse and I reluctantly get up and get it. It’s Dylan. I hit ignore. He calls again and I send him to voicemail again. Next, I get an alert to a text.

  Dylan: I just want to make sure you made it home ok.

  I wail. I fall to the couch and bawl my eyes out. Birdie even comes over to me to make sure I’m okay. I grab a tissue from a box beside the couch and wipe my face. He has to go and do something sweet like make sure I made it home okay. Of course, I wouldn’t even be here if he would just man up and admit we had a relationship. I text him.

  Andy: I’m home.

  Dylan: Ok, let me know if you need anything.

  I don’t know what to reply, so I don’t. It’s a Tuesday night and I have work in the morning. I decide that I will go in as per usual. I can’t afford not to have a job right now. If he’s going to act like we’re nothing, then I can do it too. We will stay strictly professional from now on.

  I knock on his door at eight a.m. on the dot. After a minute, I pound on the door. There’s some shuffling and he opens his door in his boxers. His hair is a mess and he smells like alcohol. “Andy. You’re back.” I wave my hand in between us to clear the air. The alcohol smell is overpowering. He opens the door and let’s Birdie and me in.

  I’m three steps in and he grabs me from behind and starts kissing me on the neck. Normally, I wouldn’t be able to resist those kisses, but since he smells like alcohol and I’m pissed as hell, I turn from his grasp. I slap him across the face. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but that’s the reaction I give him. I’ve never slapped anyone before.

  He stands there with his hand against his cheek and a dumbfounded expression on his face. “Ow. What the hell, Andy?”

  “I will not be manhandled at work. This is strictly professional. I’m not your girlfriend.” I turn and walk to my desk and set my things down to start up my computer. Dylan leaves to go to his room. It’s a typical day. I check e-mails, file some paperwork and work on a few contracts. An hour later Dylan comes out. He’s freshly showered and dressed for a day at work.

  It starts as a normal work day. We ignore each other for the most part and get down to business. As lunchtime comes around it gets a little shaky. Most of the time we would have sex during lunch and then he or I would go grab lunch to go and bring it back. Today is a different story though. I can feel his eyes on me. I purposely bend over my desk to get a file. I hear him sigh.

  Okay, so I might be teasing him a little, but he deserves it. “Andy? How long are you going to keep this no sex thing going?” I huff at him and ignore what he just said. I feel his body behind me. “Are you going to slap me again if I touch you?”

  “Maybe.” I try and hide my smile but can’t. I still can’t believe I slapped him. I feel bad now.

  “I missed you being in my bed last night.” Turning around, I look at him and cross my arms.

  “I bet you did.”

  His hands are in his pockets. Dylan looks vulnerable. “I’m being serious here, Andy. I missed you. Not the sex or your body, even though that’s part of it. Look, I’m not doing very good here.” He takes a deep breath. “I want you to be my girlfriend.” He exhales loudly.

  Was that seriously that hard for him to do? What happened to him in previous relationships where he’s afraid of having a girlfriend?

  “Dylan, I don’t want to be your girlfriend just so you can fuck me. I want to go on dates and tell each other things and you introduce me as someone special in your life. Not just your assistant.”

  He steps closer to me. “You don’t think I know that? I’ve never had a girlfriend, Andy. Never. I don’t know how to do this shit. I’ve never wanted to call anyone my girlfriend until you l
eft last night. I realized what a simple request that really was and I was being an ass. I was still somewhat out of it from my bender last night and that’s why I acted like that this morning. That slap woke me up. I just thought I’d let you cool off for a bit and then broach the subject later. I’m not good at this . . . relationships.”

  I smile at him. “I think you’re doing fine.”

  He smirks.

  He steps toward me as he talks. “I want to take you on dates and introduce you as my girlfriend. I want to tell you things.” He’s hovering above my lips. “Can I kiss you? I want to touch you so bad.”

  I love sweet Dylan. I’m melting in my panties. “Yes,” I exhale. He pushes me and my back hits my desk. “Dylan? What are you doing?”

  “I didn’t say where I wanted to kiss you.” His eyes gleam as he moves my dress up my legs. “Holy shit. You’re not wearing panties. You dirty girl. You drive me crazy.” He kisses the top of my legs. I purposely didn’t wear panties today because I knew sooner or later he’d find out and it would drive him insane. Call it payback by underwear.

  “Dylan.” I run my hand through his hair.

  “Shhh, I’m going down on my girlfriend.” I moan at that last word and start grinding my hips against his face. “Mmmm, you missed me, baby?”

  “Yes.” I love make up sex. It’s the best. It strikes me as odd that Dylan hasn’t ever had a girlfriend. I’ll have to ask him about that later, when my legs aren’t around his head.

  His lips surround my pussy and he lightly sucks. Dylan moves in circular motions around my clit and I’m gone. I chant his name over and over again until my climax subsides. He moves up my body and kisses me. I taste my release and it gets me even more wanton. I unbuckle his belt and pull his cock out. I rub him against my wet center as he rocks back and forth, creating friction. He spins me around so I’m leaning over the desk and starts pounding me from behind. I love desk sex. It makes me feel so naughty. We both come together with papers and files flying everywhere.