Page 23 of Falling for the Enemy

I started up the machines and the line started to run. I got to watch her ass all night as she bent over repeatedly. It was probably one of the worst decisions that I had made and by break time, I was ready to burst.

Amber had this look when the machine stopped. Everyone else was going to get something to eat. Amber just stood there and finally she asked me to take her to my office. She wanted to see where I was working.

“You want to see my office?” I repeated like an idiot. I didn’t know why that threw me off so much, maybe it was the way that she was looking at me. She had barely looked at me the whole shift, but now those green pools were looking into me, and I was trying hard not to get lost.

“Yeah, come on. We don’t have much time before the bell goes off,” Amber said, pulling me along with her. I had one idea what that look meant, but I was sure that it wasn’t at all what she was thinking. It wasn’t hard to see that there was something in her eyes. What though?

I took her upstairs, telling myself to chill out because she was probably scoping out my job more than she was scoping me out. It was sad but likely true. Amber didn’t belong on the main floor, just like I didn’t belong in the office. I was practically ready to give her the office by the time we got there.

About to turn around and ask Amber why she wanted to be there, I heard the door lock click and my mind went wild. I was raging hard, and my voice broke when I asked her what she was doing. I was ready, so damn ready, but what if this was all in my head? What if I was just seeing and hearing what I wanted to?

When I turned around, Amber gave me the answer that I was looking for.

“What?”

“Come on, Frank, you are not going to get through the shift if we don’t. You have been hard since we talked at the beginning of the shift. You don’t want to finish?”

I praised the heavens and pulled her into my arms. How could I finish something that was just getting started?

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Amber

As soon as Frank realized what was going on, I was in his arms and his tongue was pushing into my mouth. At the same time, he was moving me back toward the desk. I felt it against my ass, and it made me realize that I didn’t have my pants on anymore. They were falling down my legs as he lifted me up to the edge of the furniture.

His hard length that I had spied and tried to ignore all of the shift so far was now pressed up against me in the most intimate way. I wanted to believe that he was the one dying inside, but I knew deep down that it was me. I was so ready, so wet, had been since I saw his need. All I had done was talk to him up close and it had been a chub ever since.

The problem with seeing it was knowing what he was able to do with it. It was like torture, waiting for him to fill me. I turned around in his arms, stuck my backside to him, and waited for what I was sure was going to come next.

I felt him behind me, smacking my wetness and commenting on it. “I see that I am not the only one who is dying to finish.”

I bit my lip and tried not to say anything out loud. I was waiting, dying inside with anticipation, but Frank wasn’t giving me what I wanted. I whined and made a small sound that I wasn’t happy with his choices. Frank chuckled and said that he loved the way it sounded.

“It’s probably the closest I am going to get you to beg.” Frank chuckled and rubbed against me again. I was so wet that it just slid around without any inhibitions. That’s what I needed now. I needed him, but he was right, I wasn’t going to beg.

Frank just needed to be reminded of the time crunch we were under. We didn’t have time for his games. It wasn’t because I was ready to feel him inside of me. This was for him…

He pushed in deep, and I had to bite my lip to stop the loud sound that wanted to come out. It was like I was full finally, that gaping void in me was to the point where it was filled, and I was whole. That was an unsettling feeling to have, especially followed up by some of the hardest desires. It was different this time, better somehow. I didn’t know if it was the fact that we could get caught or everything that had happened, all the uncertainty, but it was enough to make it all seem so urgent.

At one point when he started to push deep in a steady pace, he yanked me up to his body, covering my mouth that I was having a hard time controlling. I could feel all of his hard muscles, feel his thickness deep inside of me. It was haunting how good it felt and I lost it right there.

My knees got weak, and Frank had to hold me up. I knew from past experience that Frank was not going to stop until he was just as satisfied. My ability to stay upright, or lack thereof, made him turn me around and put me back on the desk. I could see his eyes, the desire and need that shined through, and it made it all the more overwhelming. As Frank moved deeper inside of me, this position allowing it, he kissed away the sounds that were going to get us caught.

I came several more times before he finally filled me with his hot seed. I was shaking from the experience, and I was ever so thankful when he held me for a few minutes. It made it easier to pull myself together and when he finally let me slide off of the desk, I was able to stand, even if a little shaky.

Frank had the biggest grin on his face, and I was trying hard not to let mine creep up in the same fashion. I knew that there was something going on between us, but damn, that was unexpected. I could barely look at him again, though when I looked at the time, it moved me forward.

“Well, Frank, I'm going to get downstairs and try to get something to eat before the time is up.”

He wasn’t ready, he had his pants still down around his waist, and looked surprised. “You're leaving?”

I told him that I was, and Frank was definitely not happy with the information. He probably wanted more, he was insatiable after all, but I told myself that I was just there so that we could both finish. Now that we had, I had no more excuses, and I was hungry. Frank had only made my appetite stronger. I was ravenous. I wanted food and rest. I wouldn't mind just going home and taking a nap, but I knew that wasn't a choice. Instead, I settled for a soda and a bag of chips.

I went outside to get a little bit of fresh air before I went back in, and I noticed I was getting the side-eye from a couple of people. Of course, I felt guilty because I had done something that I had never done before, but I wasn't going to let it bother me. It was hard to, when I felt so good. Frank really did have a way about him, and I think both of us worked a little faster the second half of the shift. We got a little bit more done, and I knew that it was because both of us were feeling better. He wasn't as hard as he had been before, which was good and bad. I looked for it, a little saddened when it was gone, and I was tempted to mess with him and see if I could get it to grow back, but I told myself no. It was bad enough what we had already done. It wasn't like me at all, but maybe that was what I was learning more than anything else. I was ready for a change.

Robert had made me realize that more than anything, and Frank made me think that it didn’t have to be a bad change.

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