Short Stories on s*x and Romance

Will you be mine?

I’m Chesca, 25, and was living alone in the city. Single and ready to mingle. No boyfriend for the past six months. With my pleasing looks and personality, I was able to get a job as a receptionist at an advertising company after college graduation. Three years later, with hard work and determination, I was promoted to an account executive position.

“Congratulations, Chesca! I know you will do great things as an account executive.” Mr. James, the owner of the company and, at the same time, my boss, said. “Okay. That’s it. Meeting adjourned.” Everyone stood up and went on their own way, except for Mr.

James.

“Chesca, by the way, as you know, our consultant from London will be here tomorrow and will stay for three months for the project you will be handling. Can I entrust him to you as his go-to person for the time that he will be here?” Mr. James asked.

“Sure, Mr. James, no worries. I will be on my best behavior.” I smiled at him.

“I know you will.” He patted my shoulder as we went out of the meeting room.

The next morning, I put on my best corporate dress that hugged my curves at all the right places and placed an extra layer of red lipstick on my pouty lips, hoping to make a good impression on the consultant. However, thanks to the heavy rain, I arrived at the office building with my dress and shoes wet. Wishing that I wouldn’t bump into someone I know, I quickly went inside the elevator. To my utter shock, I smacked onto the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

A man with a body that screams s*x the moment I laid my eyes on him. He stood around 6 feet and 2 inches, with a lean and fit body. God must have spent more time on his face, as he couldn’t have made a more perfect sculptured face. His dark brown crew cut hair, charming blue-grey eyes, pointed nose, those seemingly soft pink lips, granite jaw, and his five o’clock shadow.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered after I had obviously checked him out.

“No problem.” His deep baritone voice almost made me c*m.

Feeling so embarrassed, I lowered my head, stepped around him, and kept myself in a corner.

“Here. You can return this to me after you dry yourself.” I looked up and saw him handing me his coat. I looked at him confused, but he replied only with a nod to my clothes.

To my horror, I was wearing a dress with a white top, which was now wet, showing off my cream bra underneath, the curves of my breasts on the show. My eyes widened and immediately took the offered coat and wore it over my wet dress.

Oh, wow! He smells divine!

“Thank you. Umm, how can I return the coat to you?”

“Well, it seems that we are going to the same floor. You will find me somewhere there.” He smiled brightly at me.

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before.”

Oh no! Is he newly employed? My chances are doomed!

“I am not really employed here, but my services were rendered by the owner. I’m doing consultancy services. I’m Jeff Anson, by the way.” He held out his hand for a handshake. He was happily smiling at me.

“Oh ,my gosh,” Jeff Anson. The consultant.

I feel my whole world crumble. The one I had been wanting to make a good impression on. The one who was made for me. Ugh!!!

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Anson.” He gave me a confused look, then retrieved his hand.

As if God had given me a chance to redeem myself, the elevator door opened to our floor.

“Can you stay in the reception area for about five minutes? I’ll be right back.” I didn’t give him a chance to reply and just ran to the ladies' washroom.

After drying my top using the hand dryer, wiping my shoes dry, and fixing my hair and make-up, I went back to my usual gorgeous self. I was not really a cocky person, but when I knew that I had it, I would flaunt it. I stood at five feet and seven inches, with creamy white skin. I had long wavy red hair, brown eyes, a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and luscious pink lips. A few freckles were scattered on my cheeks and nose. Nothing that my foundation powder cannot cover when I go to work. But on weekends, I let them be.

So, I was done and walked to the reception area, where I saw the receptionist flirting with Jeff.

“Mr. Anson?” Both of them turned to me. “Thank you for the coat.” I handed it to him. His mouth slightly opened, which I am so wickedly happy about. He seemed taken aback by the change in my appearance. “I’ll take it from here, Belle. Please follow me, Mr. Anson.” I walked seductively in front of Jeff to the meeting room, where Mr. James said Jeff and I could stay for the time that he was there. I had my own desk but would be shifting in the same room, too.

“This will be our office for the time you will be spending here.” I opened the door and let him enter. “I will also shift here, so in any case you need anything, please let me know.”

“Perfect. And your name is?”

“I’m so sorry about earlier. You can call me Chesca.” I held my hand out to shake his hand. He reached out his hand, but instead of a shake, he took my hand to his lips and kissed the back of my hand.

Oh, the sparks! Goosebumps all over my body!

“Chesca. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He then dropped my hand gently and moved to put his bag on the desk. “Just call me Jeff, okay, Chesca?"

“Okay.” I nodded enthusiastically.

“So... You want to run through the project?”

Jeff and I were both workaholics. We were both playful at times, but knew when to stop. We had never actually spent time together outside of work. During weekends, Jeff would accompany Mr. James to meet clients over golf or tennis. Jeff would at times meet Mr. James’ family and go on out-of-town trips.

I had learned that James was thirty-five years old. No girlfriend, but not looking. I did not ask why. Maybe he was still heartbroken. But he said his last relationship was a year ago. His parents were divorced, and he was living alone.

I could say that Jeff was a really sweet and thoughtful person. Most of the time, I would come to the office in the morning with a coffee cup already placed beside my laptop. He would put sticky notes with sweet messages like ‘Good morning, my

sunshine,’ ‘You make me happy just by sitting beside me,’ ‘I love rainy days the most, because of you’, ‘Your freckles are so beautiful.’ He must have seen me without make-up when I arrived at the office without one. That was the time I woke up late. I didn’t know what to make out of these notes, so I have kept all of them and read them every now and then.

Jeff and I spent our lunch together, most of the time with colleagues. Rare that it would be just me and him. If that happened, because we were keeping up with a deadline and had to eat lunch on the go. But during lunch with workmates, Jeff would make sure that we were seated next to each other. I would at times prepare lunch for the two of us. When I had not prepared any, he would volunteer to get and pay for our food.

I was waiting for Jeff to ask me out, hoping that he liked me the same way that I liked him. However, when I thought of it, we were already in the third month of our project and it would be too late for him to ask me out. Our project would soon come to an end and he would go back home. It was sad, but I thought it was for the best that nothing had happened between us. Letting go of my feelings for him would be much easier.

We had finished our project as per our timeline and would be spending the last two days in meetings with the client and with our office’s higher management. Nothing was said between us about his upcoming departure.

On his final night, I waited for him in the office to, at least, say my farewell to him. However, thirty minutes after I had finished my work, he still had not come back from his meeting with Mr. James. I thought of just calling him later or tomorrow, so I left the office.

Just when I wanted to go home immediately to nurse my upset heart, heavy rains poured as I was walking towards the building’s exit.

Ugh!

I had an umbrella, but with this rain, it would be of no use. Looking at the road, all cars were stopped. The rain, plus the rush hour, caused major heavy traffic.

There goes my evening. I might as well hang out at the coffee shop inside the building before going out.

I turned to go but bumped into an oncoming wall.

“Oops, sorry, Chesca. I was running to catch up with you.” He was smiling, at the same time panting.

“Oh, hi, Jeff. I was done early today, so I took my leave . But I could not go yet.” I gestured my hand out to the exit. “I could not risk going out in that downpour. I’d be hanging out at the café.”

I did not tell him that I had waited for half an hour for him. Sigh! Most probably he would like to say goodbye to me too. That was why he looked for me.

“Would you like to hang out at my apartment before you go home? It’s just two blocks away from here. We will get wet from the rain, but I have lots of towels. I can also cook dinner. Please?” He looked at me with those piercing eyes.

I gulped. “Okay.”

We were in Jeff’s serviced apartment, which had a big living room that stretched to the dining area and kitchen.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Jeff made me wear his coat before we got out of the office building. But even with that, I was still wet down to my underwear. Jeff was very wet too, by the looks of it. His shirt clung to his shoulders and muscular back.

“Thank you.” I turned around to smile at him. He looked down at me, then his demeanor changed. His eyes darkened, his breathing became ragged, his jaw set.

“Jeff?” I whispered to him.

“Chesca.” He lifted his hand to my face and caressed my cheekbone. His other hand went around my waist, forcing me to turn around to face a full-length mirror on a wall. I gasped at what I saw. A blush crept into my face, feeling embarrassed.

I was again wearing white. My wet blouse clung to my body, outlining my curves. I could not hide my heaving chest from him, as he was holding both of my hands behind me.

He turned me around and said, “Look at me, Chesca.”

I shook my head.

“Look. At. Me.” He lifted his hand to cup my chin and forced me to look up gently.

The moment I looked into his eyes, I lost myself. Then I let go. I met Jeff halfway for that most-awaited kiss. No holds barred, only intense lip-lock. We were both moaning, our hands all over each other. While my hands trembled as I unbuttoned his shirt, it took only a moment for Jeff to take my blouse off and my bra. His hand had pushed down my pants along with my panties, leaving me bare. In mere seconds, I had also unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants. Jeff was groping my butt as he raised me to his level. I circled my legs around his waist, my core brushing against his d**k. This contact alone made my arousal go up to another level, making my v****a wet.

Jeff had pinned me to the wall, while we both ravished each other’s mouths.

“Oh, Jeff.” His mouth descended to the side of my neck and nibbled on it. “Oooh…”

“You like it, Chesca? I have been meaning to f**k you since the first day I met you.” He gave me a swift kiss on the lips and rested his forehead on mine. “You don’t know how much I wanted you.” Without saying any further, Jeff thrust his c**k into my core.

“f**k, Jeff!” I tilted my head back and Jeff took this opportunity to fully access my neck, leaving more hickeys. I was not a virgin, but his c**k must be a monster as I felt my v****a stretched. The pleasure was unimaginable. Jeff’s thrusts inside me were powerful and steady.

“f**k, Chesca, you’re so tight. Your p***y’s so tight.” He grunted while pumping with more force. “I had been dreaming of this p***y. You like my hot c**k in your p***y, Chesca? You like me f*****g you?”

“Yes, Jeff. Please,” I replied breathlessly.

“Please what?”

“More. I want more, Jeff.” Still not letting go of me, Jeff walked to his bedroom and laid me on it. We were f*****g in a missionary position, with me already meeting his thrusts.

“f**k, Jeff!” He groped my left breast, while he nibbled and sucked my right.

“Your body is now mine.” He continued his assault on my breasts.

“Suck me more, Jeff.” He had been sucking my n*****s. “Please. Yes. That’s it. Yeees…” His mouth worked like magic, as I felt a pulse in my core.

"That's right. Moan for me." Jeff took both legs up, threw them over his shoulders, then gripped my hips.

“f**k, Jeff. That feels so good!”

“Yeah, Chesca?” He took his d**k out suddenly and moved backward. I whimpered at the loss of his c**k inside me. “On your hands and knees.” I moved abruptly, not wanting to waste a second.

He gripped my hips again and entered from behind.

“f**k, Jeff. This is so good!” I have never seen this rough side of Jeff, but I liked it. So much.

“It feels so good to be inside your pussy.” He leaned on my back and groped my breast. His other hand assaulted my clit as Jeff moved faster inside me. We were f*****g like animals! His fingers on my clit worked double time.

“I’m going to c*m soon, love. I’m. f*****g. near. I’ll wait for you, baby.” Jeff grunted.

“Jeff. Oh my…Jeeeeefffff!” Jeff’s thrusts were so powerful that I had to hold on to the bed’s headboard. “I’m cumming!!!” I gripped the headboard as I felt the pressure in my core burst. My mind went blank for a few seconds when I reached my climax.

“Chesca! f**k!” He grunted lowly a few times in rhythm with his thrusts. “Yeees!”

Oh my gosh! He cummed inside me! Both of us were not protected!

Our bodies dropped at the same time. His front to my back. Both of us panting.

His mouth to my ear, he whispered, “I’ll prepare the bath. Rest for a while, my love”. Then he kissed my earlobe. His c**k left my p***y, letting the c*m drip on my thighs, to the bedsheet.

Jeff called me ‘my love.’ I felt my heart smile at the anticipation that maybe he was feeling a little more for me.

Had I fallen in love with him, even before the night? Yes. But he is still going back home.

After a short while, when my breath had even out, Jeff got out of the bathroom and carried me to the tub, as if I weighed nothing.

“I’ll be back.” He kissed my lips before going out again.

After a short while, Jeff came in carrying a bottle of wine with two wine glasses.

“We are celebrating tonight,” Jeff said as he stepped inside the tub behind me.

I twisted around and smiled at him, but did not say anything. Jeff poured us wine before putting everything on the side.

“So now, you’re silent. Earlier, you were screaming. Did you lose your voice, Chesca?” Jeff cupped my chin and brushed his thumb over my lips. “Those sinful lips.” He leaned forward to kiss me softly.

Jeff stopped kissing me after a few seconds but did not move his face away from mine. “You have caught my attention since day one, my love. I have been anticipating this moment. Didn’t you feel it, Chesca? I fell in love with you during my three months here.”

His words were like music to my ears. Jeff loved me!

“But, Jeff, you’re going back home. I have been suppressing my feelings, as I do not want to get hurt when you leave.”

“Who says I’m leaving?” His eyes clouded with confusion.

“Mr. James told me that you will stay here for only three months.”

Then everything seemed clear to him. He smiled then pecked me on the tip of my nose.

“That was our initial discussion. You see, “Mr. James” is my stepdad. I told you before my parents were divorced, right? My mom married him.” He paused, then continued. “I’m an only child, so my mom tends to get protective of me and misses me a lot since I live far. She wanted me to come and live near them, if not live with them. So, Carl, or who you call Mr. James, had offered me a

three-month contract as a consultant for his advertising company. He would like to give me a chance to feel the vibe of the city, to see if I would want to live here. Second is to get a peek into his company. My half-sister is still young, so Carl wanted to train me first and turn over the company to me. When my sister comes of age, then we talk again.”

So that was why Jeff was always with Mr. James. He is already training his stepson. I couldn't believe they were somehow related to each other. I had been wondering why they were so close.

“Okay. The three months are up. What is the verdict?” I looked at him hoping that it would be in my favor.

“That was why I was in a meeting with Carl earlier. I said I would take on a permanent role in the company and that I would like to make my mom happy by staying here.” He looked deep into my eyes and said, “But I also told Carl that I had one condition.”

“What was it?”

“Only if you, Chesca, will be mine.”

I gasped and covered my mouth. My tears rolled down my cheeks. Jeff took my hand from my mouth and wiped the tears from my face.

“So, what is it, Chesca? Will you be mine?” Jeff inched his face to mine.

“Yes, Jeff. I’m all yours.” I kissed him passionately, then pulled back. “What took you so long to make a move?"

"I have to make sure of what I feel. And also, I do not want to distract you from your first project as an account executive." He winked at me.

"Another thing. Umm, Jeff… we just had unprotected sex.”

“Uh-huh. I'd be happiest if I got you pregnant.”

“Really?”

“Yes. If my swimmers are not fast enough, then I’ll put more into you. I want little redheads running around our house.” He said after he took a sip of his wine. “And yeah, before I forget, Carl says he’s rooting for you.”

“Oh no! I will be seeing him on Monday.”

“No, love. You will be seeing him on Sunday. He said if everything turned out well, we would be invited to have lunch with them on Sunday. So, yeah.” He pinched my cheek and kissed it. “I love you, Chesca. Thank you for making me so happy.”

I cupped his face. “I love you too, Jeff.”

THE END