Falling for You

Chapter Nine

Brett parks behind my car, outside the cafe. I don't want him to leave. "You don't want to come over? I can make us some tea." I say looking into his eyes, it is now dark, but I can still see his blue eyes. He stays silent for a second "sure. Lead the way." He says with his grin. "Okay." I say hopping out of his car. I can feel his eyes burn into me as I fish out my keys from my bag and get into my car. I start the car and pull into the now light Chicago traffic. I turn on the radio to distract my thoughts. Lady Gaga's "Perfect Illusion" floods my car. At a red light I look at the rear view mirror and there is Brett. Still staring at me. Or maybe he cant even see me. Why is he always staring at me? Freak. The light turns green and we finally arrive at my apartment. Home sweet home.

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"Please make yourself feel at home." I say looking around for the damn cat. Milo likes to hiss and sometimes attack people. "You have a nice place." Brett says looking around. His jawline turns me on, I want to just eat him alive. I finally see Milo run and jump on Brett. "Oh!" I yell. But Milo just purrs and enjoys Brett's petting skills, silly me. I grab Milo and walk to the kitchen where his cage is at, I throw him in. Brett is behind me when I turn around, my face hits his neck and I take a quick sniff. He smells of cologne, pancake syrup, and a mixture of alcohol. What a delicious combination. "Crap, I am so sorry." I say stepping back. "No need to apologize. Especially in your own home." He says turning red. What is up with this man? I nod. "Uh, I need to use your bathroom." He says after awhile. "Sure, it is down the hall on the left." I say biting my lip. That's the guest bathroom, I should have told him to go to the one in my room. Maybe something can happen, if you know what I mean. While Brett does his business, or what can he be doing? I don't know. I put the water on the stove, take out my two favorite mugs, and place a plate of cookies on the kitchen island. "I'm back." He says, startling me. He is shirtless, he has a nice body, and he has a happy trail. Those three things turn me on. "Oh, um. Hi." I manage to say. "You did say to make myself feel at home." He says with his grin. He walks towards me, my heart is at my mouth, but he ends up reaching for a cookie. He stares at me while he takes a bite of the cookie "hope you don't mind." He says with a full mouth. He's even hotter with a full mouth. "I don't." I whisper. The kettle starts to do its wolf howl and the water is finally ready. "Yum. Tea, my favorite." He says rubbing his hand along his jawline. We sit quietly as we drink our tea. How awkward. "You know what?" He says as he reaches for another cookie. "Yes?" I say taking a sip of the delicious tea. "I'm into you." He says. My heart skips two beats and I feel like I'm going to faint. "I'm sorry? What was that? I think you had too much to drink." I say with a giggle. There is no way this handsome man is into me. "You think I'm lying? I only had one drink. Everything about you, I don't know. Since the day I interviewed you. I knew I had to have you with me." He says as he takes a long sip of the tea. This is my only chance to tell him how I feel. "There is something about you, I don't know. You're very funny, sweet, and I like that." I say with a smile on my face. This beautiful man is into me, I can't believe it. "So you're into me too?" He says with a smile. I stay silent for a moment. This is my only chance. Is it too soon? Do I really want this? I sure do. "Yes." I say turning tomato red. He gets up from the stool and walks to me, he pulls my man bun back so my face meets his. "I like you, a lot." He says to me, I can smell the alcohol, tea, and the cookies in his breath. Is this what I want? shouldn't I be screaming for help? I can't move. "I like you too." I manage to say. Suddenly his mouth is on mine, our tongues wrestle, and I have my arms around his neck. While he has his hands on my behind and on my waist. There is a wrestling match in our mouths. Our tongues wrestle and wrestle. Never giving up. He tastes of alcohol, the cookies, and the tea. Mmm. He finally pulls away and looks me in the eyes. We are both breathless. He made the first move, now it's my turn. "Come this way." I say,  rising from my stool. I'm leading him to my room. Making out with the manager is so wrong, but so fucking hot. He closes the door behind him and we continue our kissing. My hands in his hair. My dreams have finally become a reality. "Want more?" He says in between kisses. I'm not sure. "Yes." I say breathless. I feel like I am going to pass out. He unbuttons my white dress shirt and throws it on my bean bag. I wish he had on his shirt, but he doesn't. I need to think of something quick. My turn to make the next move, Brett. I drop to my knees and rub his crotch, he gets hard in no time. He groans and throws his head back. This is hot as hell. I unbuckle his belt, and pull his jeans down. I start to kiss his crotch through his boxers, I look up at him. "Fuck." He says looking down at me. He gives me his wicked grin. I pull his boxers and he springs free. I grab ahold of him and stuff him in my mouth. "Shit." He says breathless. He grabs my head and leads the way. I suck, suck, suck until I feel him at the back of my throat. "Fuck." He whispers, breathless. I stop and spit at the tip and continue sucking. After a minute he tastes of salt. I suck harder, deeper, feeling him at the back of my mouth. "Fuck, shit!" he yells through gritted teeth. He finds his release in my mouth. Warm, salty liquid fill the back of my throat. I think for awhile and finally swallow. "You're delicious." I say. I wipe the excess off my face with the back of my hand. Brett steps out of his jeans and boxers and helps me up. He unbuckles my belt. He pulls everything down. Holy shit, I am naked in front of my manager. I step out of my jeans, I am completely naked in front of my damn manager. "Do you have any lotion?" He says looking into my eyes. I point to the bathroom door. He gives me his wicked grin. He pushes me onto the bed. "Facedown on the mattress, I will be right back." He says, I nod. What the hell am I doing? This man is my manager and he has completely fell for me. He's back in no time with my stress relief lotion. That's why favorite lotion though. I watch as he squirts some lotion on his hand and onto his impressive length. He runs his hand up and down, stroking his length. "Fuck." He says as he pleasures himself in front of me. Am I dreaming? Oh my goodness. He finally places one of his hands on my left hip. With his other hand he inserts his erection into me, slowly. "You're so fucking tight." He says. I clench my teeth and squeeze the mattress. "Fuck." He says with a groan. "Let me know if I'm hurting you alright?" He says giving my hip a small slap. "Oh. Okay." I say gritting my teeth. He finally slams into me, I scream. "Let me hear you." He says. This is too intense "fuck!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I hope the downstairs neighbors are gone. They might be. I didn't see their car outside. Brett wraps his hand around my mouth and whispers in my ear "don't yell. Scream into my hand." Is he crazy? It feels amazing to scream out loud. He slams faster this time, letting go of my mouth. Now both of his hands are on my hips, he slaps my behind. I am on my elbows and turn to see him. He has his head back, his eyes are closed tightly, and his teeth are gritted. This is so hot to watch. He starts to breath hard and he opens his eyes, we make eye contact and he gives me his wicked grin. He throws his head back again and wraps his hand around my man bun, forcing my head back, and he finds his release. I feel the warm liquid in me. "Justin, oh fuck!" He yells through gritted teeth. He pulls out of me and I wince. We are both breathless. "I owe you one." He says looking into my soul. What does he mean? I don't know. Oh wait, an orgasm. "Turn around. Face up." He says slapping my behind. I do as I'm told. He is on his elbows between my legs. He grabs ahold of my crotch and he gives it a kiss. I throw my head back, into the pillow. He then starts to go up and down. I wrap my hands around his hair. Holy fuck this feels amazing. He kisses the tip and it sends shivers up my spine. What did I get myself into? Not bad for a first timer. He picks up speed and I curl my legs around him, my head thrown back. I feel it coming. He goes faster and faster. "Fuck, ah!" I yell as I climax on his hands and onto my stomach. "Delicious." He says, I look down at him. I can't control my breathing. He stuff his fingers in his mouth and sucks. He licks and sucks the rest off of my stomach. Holy shit this is so wrong, but holy shit does it feel good.