The Wrong Woman

The air was electric as I hungrily kissed her, savouring the taste of coconut on her lips, my hands roaming all over her body. I pressed her against the wall, the sound of our heaving breathing piercing the thick air as our tongues swirled together. I wanted her so much, it ached. The kisses served to dull the ache, but only temporarily as I kept going back for more.

I felt like a drug addict trying to get my fix, only the drugs were not working. Kisses weren’t enough, I wanted something stronger.

“I need to have you.” I said breathlessly. My hands squeezed the tops of her thighs, her ass… anywhere I could get a hold of, the feeling of flesh making the scene even more real.

“What are you doing to me?” I moaned. My cock was straining against my jeans, firmly pressing against her. It drove me crazy to know that she was standing right there wearing practically next to nothing, but I was unable to do what I wanted with her. She was lightly pushing me away and I could see her mouth moving but I could not hear what she was saying.

“Harry… slow down.” She murmured and I could only whine in response. My head was clouded with desire. I couldn’t remember the last time I had really fucked. It had been
Felicity, of course, but I struggled to recall when or where. I just knew that I wanted it now.

“Harry we can’t…”

“But I want…” I said. “I want you so fucking bad.”

I took her face into my hands and stared into her eyes. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and I tenderly swiped her lips with my thumb.

“It’s on you too.” She said sheepishly and we both smiled at each other. She ran her fingers over my lips in a bid to wipe it off me and we quietly laughed. The exchange broke the tension and I found myself straightening up, whilst Felicity retied her sarong and straightened her bikini top which had almost slipped off during our encounter.

“Are you okay?” Felicity asked as she retrieved the wine bottles.

“Yeah.” I breathed and shook my head as if to clear it. “Horny as fuck though.”

I could see Felicity try not to laugh, but she was unable to cover up the smile on her face.

“We’d better go back up. Maybe you should go out first… I’ll take these to the kitchen and come out later.”

She turned to leave but I placed my hand on her arm to stop her.

“What happens now?” I asked watched as she paused thoughtfully.

“I’ll see you later Harry.” She said simply. I couldn’t believe how calm she was after what had just happened.

“This isn’t just me is it?” I asked. “I mean… I’m dying here… it’s just not me…” I struggled to finish the sentence.

“It’s not just you.” Felicity finally answered quietly.

“Good.” I murmured. “Because when I see you next time, I’m going to fuck you.”

X

I could not stop thinking about Felicity the entire weekend. She invaded my thoughts and my every fantasy to the point where I grabbed my phone a couple of times to call her. But I never did. I then convinced myself that she was going to call me, or better yet turn up on my doorstop unannounced. But she never did.

I rocked up to work on Tuesday to find Callie sitting at Felicity’s desk.

“Hi.” I said shortly, unable to hide my disappointment.

“Hello.” Callie said looking over her glasses at me. “Felicity’s sick, she won’t be in...”

“Oh.” I said before reluctantly sitting down at my desk.

“… when I see you next time, I’m going to fuck you.”

I recalled what I had told her the last time we had seen each other and cringed. Well, I had definitely fucked that one up, I thought to myself.

“Do you know what you have to do?” Callie asked.

“Yeah, I know what I have to do.” I half mumbled. I logged onto the computer, pulled out the files and lifelessly began to tap away at the keyboard. We worked in silence for a long time, only interrupted when Campbell called to tell Callie that a business lunch he had attended that afternoon had been extended to cocktails in the early evening. I checked the clock to see that the time read six o’clock and noticed Callie begin to pack up.

“I need to go.” She said but I found myself blinking as I stared at the doorway. Felicity paused for a moment, her eyes firmly fixed on me, before walking into the office.

“Felicity, I thought you weren’t coming.” Callie said with surprise.

“I wasn’t.” Felicity replied. “But I had to pick something up for Campbell… and then I thought I’d return this folder.”

She avoided my eyes as she approached my desk and began to rifle through some of the files in front of me. I took in her tight fitting black dress and the way her lips pursed as she focussed on one particular folder.

“I really have to go.” Callie spoke up. “I have a dinner reservation in half an hour.”

I heard her gather up her handbag, but did not even bother to look her way.

“Are you okay to lock up tonight?” Callie asked.

“Yes.” Felicity said and I felt my stomach tighten as she walked over to the shelf. Callie rushed out and I sat there staring at the way her short dress showed off the curve of her ass.

Minutes passed before she finally turned around to face me.

“You remember what I said?” I asked.

Felicity nodded and I stood up and moved to the front of my desk.

“And you still came?”

She nodded again as she placed the file on the shelf and took a couple of steps forward.

“Anyone else in the office?” I asked.

Felicity shook her head as I looked down at one of the unused desks in our office.

With one fell swoop my hand cleared the desk of pens, staplers and everything, all falling to the floor with a clatter. I took her by the arms and led her back onto the desk, picking her up by the waist and hoisting her on top.

I placed my hands between her legs and spread them open allowing myself to step closer until my face was inches away from her. My eyes travelled down, and I noticed how it was actually a black top and skirt and not a dress as I had first thought.

“Nice.” I said, slightly lifting up her top. She stared at me, her soft breath nice and even as I slowly raised her top. She held her arms up as I slipped it off, revealing her black lacy bra.

My fingers caressed the top of her breasts before resting on her hips, unable to take my eyes off her full lips. I was aching to kiss them, but instead my hands moved down to the hem of her dress which now stretched over her thighs. I roughly pushed up the skirt and reached up to pull her underwear down. It slipped down to her ankles and I glanced down to see her still wearing her high heels as she wrapped her legs around me.

“You’re killing me.” I said huskily. The hitched skirt, the high heels, the lacy underwear… I looked into her eyes as though in question. Are we really doing this? Her hazel eyes held my gaze as she wordlessly unzipped my jeans in response. My lips attacked her neck as my hands roughly grabbed her breasts, making their way under the bra until the straps fell.

I couldn’t help but let out a string of swear words as I pushed myself into her, letting out a groan as her walls tightened around me and I felt her legs wrap around me tightly. She clung onto me as we fucked, and I couldn’t help but quicken the pace.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I mumbled. “I’m not gonna last.”

I tried to slow it down, but it felt so good that I wanted it to last forever. I could feel the pleasure building as I fucked her on that desk, my hands spreading her legs further so I could go as deep as I could. I reached my high quickly, coming hard into her as I let out a loud moan.

“I’m sorry.” I finally managed to say. “It’s just that it’s been so long.”

“It’s okay.” I heard Felicity breathlessly respond, but I shook my head as my fingers reached down between her legs and began to stroke her gently.

“But you didn’t come.” I pointed out.

“It’s okay… I enjoyed what we did… more than you know.” Felicity said.

“Shut up.” I said lightly, as my index finger slid into her. I added two more fingers and pumped them in and out.

“Harry.” Felicity moaned.

My other hand kneaded her breast, squeezing it gently and then harder as I fucked her with my fingers, loving the sound of her moans and the feeling of her hips grinding against me. She came soon after and then grew limp in my arms as I held her close.

After we quickly adjusted our clothes, I followed Felicity through the empty office building and waited while she locked up. We didn’t say much and I was just starting to feel awkward when I placed my hand on her arm.

“Come see me at the club on Friday?” I said.

Felicity considered my words for a moment before turning to me with a smile.

“Maybe I will.” She said.

For some reason the words sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine. I drove home only focusing on what had just happened. I couldn’t bring myself to think of Maddie.
Maddie was obviously thinking of me though, because she called me that night. I had just come out of the shower when my phone rang.

“Hey.” I said.

“I’m alone tonight.” She told me. “Dad’s gone out for dinner.”

“Yeah?” I said running a hand through my wet hair.

“Want to come over?”

“Um.” I said. “I don’t know… “

“Is something wrong?” Maddie suddenly asked. “I haven’t seen you since Saturday…”
Something wrong? How could I tell her that if I really sat down to think about what I had done, I would be breaking down right now?

“I’m kinda tired Maddie.” I said. I was so glad she couldn’t see my face right now. I don’t think I could have looked her in the eye. An awkward silence followed and for a second I thought she had hung up. I was just about to check when Maddie spoke again.

“I wanted to tell you that I’ve stopped my tutoring class.”

I paused for a moment confused.

“You mean with Louis? Why?”

“I just…” Maddie’s soft voice trailed off. “They were just getting too intense.”

“Intense how?” I asked trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

“I don’t know. It was just too much.” She continued vaguely.

“Good. I’m glad.” I said.

“Hm.” She responded.

The conversation didn’t last longer, but she sounded a little happier when I promised to be in touch with her on the weekend. A part of me wanted to see her, whilst the other part felt as nervous as hell.

X

I saw Felicity before she saw me. I was surprised to see her with a friend, an attractive woman with long dark hair and dusky skin. Guilt or no guilt, I can’t say I was unhappy to see her. She spotted me in the crowd and approached me.

“Hi Harry.” She said casually. “This is my friend Jenna.”

“Hey.” I greeted the brunette with a smile before returning my gaze to Felicity.

“This is Harry… Maddie’s boyfriend.” She explained to Jenna who nodded.

“Nice to meet you Harry.” Jenna said before a smirk appeared on her face. “I’m dying for a drink. What can I get you?”

“I’ll just have a red wine.” Felicity said. Jenna looked at me but I shook my head.

“I’m working.” I said and she smiled before turning to head to the bar.

“So you brought a friend.” I said once she was out of earshot.

“How else could I get away with this?” Felicity said tensely. “But she doesn’t know anything, okay?”

“Okay.” I said lightly. “Take it easy.”

I gently placed my hand on her arm and let it trail softly, safe in the knowledge that Jenna’s back was turned.

“Please don’t.” Felicity said suddenly looking nervous.

“Why?” I asked. “I’m just touching your arm. I could be doing something worse…”

I could see her look at me from the corner of her eye with a smile on her face, and I took the opportunity to lightly rest my hand on her hip.

“Is that the best you can do?” She said cheekily.

“I can do much better than that.” I said lowly and my eyes wandered to the bar to see where Jenna was, only to be met by two icy blue eyes that peered over a beer glass. My hand instantly dropped to my side and I froze as the eyes switched from me to Felicity and back again as if they were assessing the scene.

“What’s wrong, did Jenna see us?” Felicity asked concerned.

“Nope.” I said flatly.

“Then who then?”

“Louis fucking Tomlinson.” I replied irritably.

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