Obsessed

Rhys Van Acker

  I sigh heavily as I watch the new intern rush out of my office. She’s a little timid, compared to last night where she clung to me and rode my dick like her life depends on it.

It can’t be her first time if she’s so good at riding like that. I know her type and she’s definitely one of those many one night stands I’ve had that pretend to be all innocent at first.

I mean, what sane person would be willing to lose their virginity to a complete stranger? Well, youngsters nowadays do crazy things.

My jaw clenches. It’s hard to believe I was fooled by her. I would never have done anything with her if I knew she’s just twenty three. I’m practically nine years older than her and now, I feel like I just violated a minor.

Fuck.

I glace at the clock. It’s almost 2pm and I have a meeting with an important client. I rise to my feet and grab my coat, phone and some files, then step out of my office.

My phone buzzes in my pocket when I get to the conference room. The room is large enough to accommodate twenty attendees. My father, who founded the company, liked functional, contemporary comfort, and the interior is mostly natural wood, with colorful ergonomic

Embody chairs around a rectangular oak table. There’s also a huge window that overlooks the verdant woods that surround the headquarters.

I made no changes to the interiors after my father’s death. I wanted to honor his legacy since he died tragically in a car accident when I was just nineteen and I had to take over the company immediately whether I liked it or not.

By now, some of the executives are already seated around the table. I place my coat and files on the table and take a seat. The meeting starts and I’m barely able to register what they’re talking about. I’m seemingly distracted by the peaches on the table. Since when are fruits allowed on the conference table?

My mind goes back to Peach and the entire internet cannot contain the sheer volume of images that floods my mind—Peach’s hands pulled up, handcuffed to my bed and her lush body open for my pleasure and hers. But before the notion can harden my dick, I kill it.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Rhys? I smack down my cock’s brain and ignore my heating blood. I usually don’t fantasize about any of my one night stands. Well, not until now. I’m supposed to be offed by her, she’s too young for me but my cock’s brain thinks otherwise.

I need a distraction.

Carefully sitting back and leaning my binder up on the edge of the table, I surreptitiously prop my phone against the notebook. It’s completely out of sight from anyone else in the room, and the sound is, of course, turned off.

 Perfect.

I listen for a few minutes to make sure they haven’t gone off on some topic I need to know about—they haven’t—and I shift my attention back to my phone. A notification pops up. It’s from THE dating app. I click on it and get a little electric thrill when the ‘Searching For One Night Flings In Your Area’...pops up.

I’ve just installed the app and haven’t had much luck. At least, not until the app matched me with Peach. But I don’t think I can continue to consider that as luck.

Found—17 possible matches.

Seventeen? Last time, it was seven. Apparently, everyone wants a serious relationship nowadays. I bet they’ll reconsider love if they had their ex-wife steal crucial information on their company and give it to a rival company, then stab them in the back by telling them no one will ever love them because they have too many emotional baggages.

Either way, seventeen is an improvement.

I tap on ‘Show Me Matches’, which I’ve already set to Sort by Proximity. As the app reloads, I hear someone call me for what I realized was the fifth time.

“Mr President?” Avery startles me, and my head snaps toward her. She’s my younger sister but she somehow always finds a way to discredit me.

“Hmm?” I say.

She inclines her head slightly, eyeing me over her glasses.

“Would you like to make any changes?”

Changes to what?

I clear my throat and sit up, and as I lay my notebook on the table, my phone clatters to the floor, and I suddenly have a vision of it landing faceup with the incriminating app wide open for all to see.

 “Um.” I cough again. “No. No, I...” Have nothing to change because I have no idea what we’re talking about. “I think it’s perfect. The meeting is adjourned.”

I get on my feet and pick my phone up, before walking out of the conference room. My phone pings with a notification from the app again.

‘A match is four miles away from you.’ I guess I’ll be having some fun this evening.

***

   I step into the hotel around 6pm. My date, Steph has already arrived when I get to the room. She’s somewhat short, her long red hair curling artfully and flowing over her shoulders. She wearing a trench coat, which is a bit odd, but then, it’s a bit windy.

 

I get out of my coat and throw it on the cushion, then take a seat. She smiles at me, then undoes her belt and toss the coat on the floor. Now it’s just her in her heels. Her body is exactly my type—skinny, with huge boobs, and not a strand of hair anywhere. Her ass is exceptional, too.

Having my permission, she falls on her knees undoes my pants. I lift her chin and kiss her forcefully as she tugs on my boxers, releasing my cock from its confinement.

She grasps my shaft in her hand, gratefully wrapping her lips around it as she begins to bob up and down on it. I’m  a bundle of tense muscles and I can feel myself shuddering as she releases her passion on my dick.

But it’s not enough to push me off the edge. I let my mind wander into fantasyland. I envision Peach. Not wearing a bra underneath her shirt. She’s lying on a bed and her gorgeous eyes gaze up at me like I’m her dirty dream come true. She’s lost her shorts, and isn’t wearing anything except the shirt.

Her shirt is pushed to her chest so her breasts are bare, all pretty and soft. She cups them in her small hands, offering them up.

I flick my tongue over the rosy tips, and she sighs softly. I gently pull one into my mouth, using my tongue to make her feel good. The flesh between her legs is as pink as the sheets on her bed. I devour her, savor her sweet taste, her heady scent. She whimpers, rocking herself against my face.

The blood in my veins roars. My skin stretches taut, and I feel like a beast starved for her. So close, but not enough... Not yet…

Air saws in and out of my burning lungs. Steph’s grip on my pulsing dick tightens, her hands moving faster. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge.

I cum so hard the hot white liquid almost hits my chin. Jesus. I open my eyes, Steph is looking up at me, her face stained with white liquid. She smiles at me like a scientist that just won a Nobel price.

She didn’t make me cum like that, Peach did.

Well, shit!