Head Above Water Pt. 04

"I, uh, have to go," I lied. "I forgot, I have some work to get done at home."

"I'll go with you," Wes said, looking relieved. "Mom, that okay with you? I'm just gonna take a ride from Celie and crash at her place."

"Celine," I corrected.

"That's what I said," Wes said with a grin.

"Okay, honey," Elena said, and then she turned to me. "You keep my son very happy. Thank you. It was so nice to meet you, Celine. Let's have dinner soon."

"Yeah," Janie added. "You weren't what I was expecting. You're way hotter than I thought you were gonna be, no offense."

"None taken," I said awkwardly, and forced a smile on my face. "It was nice to meet you two. I'll let Wes know my schedule so we can get a dinner planned."

Wes hugged and kissed his mother and sister goodbye, and then I took his backpack from his shoulder, and the two of us made our way to the parking structure across the street.

"How was Bhutan?" I asked.

"Gorgeous sights. Fantastic food. Intense work environment, though. The hospital there was... well, not great. It was a really eye-opening experience."

We'd reached the car. Wes loaded up his things in the back of his Camry, which surprisingly had plenty of trunk space; I'd borrowed his car today since mine was out of juice. I was just putting my purse in the car when Wes took me by the arm, pulled me back, and gently pushed me up against the rear door. He had a hungry look in his eyes, and it sent a chill through me.

"Wes..."

"I missed you, baby," he said, slipping his hand into my hair, cradling the back of my neck. He pressed his lips to mine, and I opened my mouth, tasting him, my tongue running over his. He stole my breath away, roping it out from my lungs, making me pant. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back. Wes parted my legs with his knee and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his cock through his pants; he was hard as a rock. I almost got down on my knees to suck him off right there. I'd missed him, missed the taste of him on my tongue, the salty thick cum that he spurted in the back of my throat so many times that I'd lost count. I loved giving him head—loved giving him pleasure.

"I need you," he said hoarsely.

"Jane take Tarzan home," I said in a husky voice. "Jane make baby with Tarzan."

His laughter rang in my ears.

—

Wes and I didn't actually want any babies, but we loved the act of making them. We probably would have fucked in the parking garage of my building if it wasn't 6 PM—the time when most of my neighbors were coming home. I took Wes's backpack, and he took his two large suitcases, and we headed for the elevators. We rode up with one of my neighbors, a person that I didn't know, but Wes seemed to. He practically lived with me, and we all knew Wes was a friendly guy.

"Dr. Spenrath, how was your trip?" asked some old-ass lady.

"Life-changing," Wes answered.

"Save a lot of lives?" Her eyes were warm and full of admiration.

"Of course, Mrs. Anderson."

"All children?"

"Every single one."

This Mrs. Anderson was smiling so wide that it was creepy. She looked about as old as Agatha, Wes's old neighbor lady who had once lent me her key to enter Wes's apartment. Old ladies just loved Wes.

"God bless you, Dr. Spenrath."

"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson," Wes said and gave her one of his breathtakingly beautiful smiles. She, the woman old enough to be his grandmother, blushed.

"Well, this is us," Wes said as the elevator dinged for my floor. "Goodbye, Mrs. Anderson. And you call me if your arthritis ever acts up again."

"I will, dear. Take care now," she called after us. The elevator door closed and I turned to Wes.

"Do you know everybody in this building?" I asked, fishing my keys out of my purse.

"Just about."

"Why?"

"Why not?" Wes said. "You can never have enough friends. You know you got an Angels pitcher upstairs? How do you think I get those free tickets? And there's a guy who's a Best Buy manager on your floor, Celine. I got you that flat screen at a huge discount last Christmas."

"So, what, you just call in a bunch of favors whenever you need something?"

"Yup," Wes said, running a hand through his hair as we came to a stop in front of my apartment.

"What do you give them in return?" I asked, unlocking the door.

"Free medical advice, I guess. A lot of them will call me whenever they feel a heart palpitation or something."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mrs. Anderson back there once thought she was having a heart attack. Called me in a panic while I was at the hospital. I sent her to James, you know my friend over at UCI Medical Center? He checked her out at the ER. Turned out she just had too much coffee that day. Now it's mostly her arthritis that bothers her. Poor thing."

Wes wheeled the suitcases into the apartment, closed the door behind him, turning the lock, and then grabbed me by the waist, pulling me flush against his body. I let out a surprised squeal.

"Wes..."

"Six weeks away from you nearly killed me," he said, running his hands down my body. "I thought I was going to go crazy. Actually, I did go crazy, babe. I couldn't get you out of my head."

"Which head?" I asked, glancing down to his groin. He was already hard.

"Both, I guess," he said with a laugh.

He kissed me, pushing me up against the wall behind me, his lips hot and burning, biting my lower lip and making me moan. His hands moved to my blazer, unbuttoning it, and then to my shirt, his fingers working quickly down the buttons of my blouse.

"Off," was all he said, pushing my blouse and blazer off of my shoulders. I stood there in front of him, wearing the bottom half of my pantsuit, my five-inch heels, and my lacy black bra. I had gotten up this morning and dressed with the knowledge that I'd be undressed soon enough, and so I'd put on my best lingerie. Since dating Wes, Addie and Rita had taken me to some high-end lingerie stores, helping me pick out sexy underthings that drove Wes wild. When Wes unsnapped my pants and pulled them down, he groaned when he found the high-waisted strappy garter belt, a matching panty with a cut-out slit between my legs, and diamond net thigh-high stockings that were clipped to my garter.

"Fuck, I am so lucky," Wes said, kissing me again, his hands coming to cup my ass. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck and folding my legs around his trim waist as he picked me up and kissed me against the wall. I inhaled sharply when I felt the hard outline of his cock pushed up between my legs, right up against my soaking-wet panties. This was fucking heaven. My body had been craving him, craving that thickness, entering my body, and making me come apart. I was unwinding in his arms, moaning as he began to grind his belt against my pussy. His hands were still on my ass, and he pulled me toward him, dry-humping me right there in the dark hallway.

"Wes," I gasped. "Baby, please, I need you inside of me."

Wes stilled, pulling back, his eyes wide.

"What?"

"You called me baby."

"I did," I admitted, my face going red.

"Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" He hitched my legs higher, grinding his belt buckle across my wet slit, making something like a shiver wrack through my body, this twisting, aching need that gripped me from my core.

"Yes, please," I whimpered.

"So polite," he chuckled. "Help me get free, babe."

I reached between us and undid his belt, feeling my slick juices against the cool metal, and unsnapped the button, pulling down the zipper. His cock was encased in his boxer briefs, and I swear I could see it throb. Fuck, I was so turned on that even the scent of him, the heady aroma of his cologne, was driving me crazy. I stuck my fingers gently into the slit of his briefs, feeding my hand inside, cupping his balls, and making him hiss.

"Fuck, Celine..."

I closed my hand around his cock, thick and rock-hard, straining against the boxer briefs. Gently, I guided it out of the slit of the briefs, panting as I did it, so impatient that I was dripping with desire, my pussy wetter than I could ever remember it being. Humiliation would have burned inside of me when we'd first met, but Wes and I had been together almost ten months now, long enough that the shyness was gone, replaced by the unfiltered cravings of the body. The muscles between my legs fluttered desperately as I pushed my hips toward him. Wes angled his torso, and I could feel his abs through his t-shirt. I didn't know what the fuck he'd been doing in Bhutan, but he'd returned with a body with washboard abs. I almost creamed myself as I lifted his shirt, and he balanced me with one hand and pulled the shirt off of himself with the other.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard," he growled, and lined up his cock with my dripping pussy, slick juices running down my legs, right onto the hardwood floor. We both gripped each other, my hands on his forearms, his hands on my ass, and we sighed as he entered me, his thickness pushing through my tight folds. At first, it was a sharp pain, feeling something hard and swollen finally find its way inside of my firm pussy walls, but then an all-encompassing moan broke from my lips as I felt the pressure, the sweet, delicious fucking pressure. The muscles in my stomach were all clenching, and I threw my head back, hitting it against the wall as he pulled out halfway and shoved back inside of me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his deep ocean eyes.

"Don't stop," I almost screamed. "Please, Wes!"

And that's when he began to fuck me against the wall, his belt buckle slapping against my thigh, the zipper rubbing against my sensitive skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure, making me squeeze my eyes shut as he desperately palmed my ass, his fingers digging into my skin. It was painfully beautiful, and it was terrifying and incredible and sad, so fucking sad how much I'd missed this man. My very bones seemed to ache as he fucked me and fucked me, making me cry out his name over and over. The sensations made my toes curl, and I closed my legs tighter around his hips as I felt the pressure begin to build. I needed to come so bad that it hurt.

The voice coming from my lips was almost pitiful, so unlike my own, but it didn't matter anymore; nothing mattered. All I wanted was the thick liquid heat of his cum to spill into me, quenching the fire, drowning out the burning need to be claimed.

With the filthiest moan, Wes pounded into me, and I felt as if he was splitting me. Impatience boiled in my blood, and fire burned in my veins. His thrusts became more erratic, as if my cries were spurring him on, and words seemed to leave my lips by another voice entirely, spoken by a woman who had no sense of reality or the world around her, begging and begging for his cock. Nails dug into my ass, leaving crescent markings as his hips slammed against mine, and I wanted to savor it, to taste the moment, to kiss him until I lost all feeling in my body from the numbing pleasure. Our lips met, and we kissed through the ecstasy, the rapturous waves of pleasure coursing through my body as I finally came, sobbing, clutching at him, looking for something to hold onto. I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes as the tears slipped down my cheeks, biting my lip as he gasped, filling my pussy with this seed. His cock pulsed inside of me, throbbing and swelling, jerking as the thick liquid heat overflowed, white cum dripping down my thighs as I tried to catch my breath.

"Fuck," Wes groaned, gently putting my feet on the floor as his cock slipped out of my body. My legs wobbled, and he laughed, picking me up like a bride. I took his face in my hands, surprised to find that his eyes were red, too, as if he'd been crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Are you?"

I nodded.

"Then so am I, baby."

Then he took me to the bedroom, stripped us bare of the last of the clothes we were wearing, and made love to me until I came again and again and again.

—

I'd just finished my morning meetings on the sixth floor, and was headed back down to the call center when Addie appeared out of almost nowhere, grabbing me by the arm.

"Addie, what the hell?" I said, looking around to see that no one had noticed that she'd snuck up to a floor of the building that she definitely had no authorization to be on.

"Brian's here," she said, dragging me toward the elevator. "You need to get security to let him in."

"Who?"

"Brian, Celine! Rita's boyfriend? Of almost nine years?"

"Oh, that Brian," I said, trying to picture his face. He was a chemical engineer, a little on the flabby side, but was good-natured and funny enough to make me snort sometimes from his jokes. Rita had spent the last six or so years mad at him for failing to propose. Hell, she'd tried proposing to him, but he insisted that he'd like to go the traditional route and propose to her, which, of course, never happened.

"Well, security won't let him in."

"He doesn't work here. Why would they?" I said as we entered the elevator. Addie punched the button for the lobby.

"Because he's going to propose, Celine."

I was chewing on the inside of my cheek and suddenly bit down in surprise. Ouch.

"He's going to propose here?"

"Yes. On the Floor."

"My Floor?"

"Celine, all of Rita's friends are here. We all work with her and have been for years. He wants to share this moment with us. He thinks it'll make her happy."

"Will it?"

"She's been waiting for like six years," Addie snapped. "He could propose with a piece of lint at the city dump and she'd probably be happy."

I laughed. That definitely wasn't true. Rita was what I would call high-maintenance. She got her nails done every week and a half, got her curly hair dyed professionally every few weeks, and wore nothing but designer wares. I knew a piece of lint wasn't going to do it for her.

"How do you even know he's here?"

"He had security call me. They won't let him up on my authorization, though. I guess being a supervisor has zero perks."

"It has tons of perks," I said, rolling my eyes. "We certainly pay you enough." Addie clicked her heels together, her favorite Jimmy Choos that she'd spent a couple hundred on. Yes, we did pay her enough.

"Well, let him in, will you? Before he changes his mind about proposing."

"He better not," I grumbled as the elevator doors opened. Addie and I walked over to the main entrance, where we found a nervous-looking Brian arguing with Head of Security. Jesus Christ.

"My girlfriend works here!" Brian said. "We own a house together. Shouldn't I have a right to see her?"

"Let him through, Gary," I said, approaching Head of Security. He was six-five, a huge guy, and could easily have broken Brian like a little toy. Gary turned around, caught sight of me, and broke into a smile.

"If you say so, Miss Celine."

"I do say so," I said, giving him a smile right back. I liked Gary. He'd been working here for longer than I'd been alive. He was a nice guy, despite what Brian probably thought. Back when I'd been eighteen-years-old, poor as shit, and taking the bus to get to and from work, Gary would give me rides on rainy days. He would have taken me every single day, but I'd been too proud to accept the help. Once I'd made it to management level, I put in a few good words for him and got him promoted to Head of Security when the position opened up. Gary was like family to me, and family always looked out for their own.

"Come on through, wise guy," Gary said, punching in the code for the turnstiles. Brian crossed into the main area of the lobby, looking more nervous than ever.

"Thanks," Brian said. "Is this a terrible idea? Should I leave?"

"No," Addie and I said together.

"Got the ring?" Addie asked. Brian pulled a little black velvet box out of his pocket. He flipped it open and inside sat a beautiful ring, easily two carats. Rita was going to love it, I could already tell. It was in the halo setting she'd been blabbing about for the last six years. Brian had done good on the ring.

"So, how are we doing this?" I asked.

"I was kind of hoping I could do it on the Floor," he said, looking at me with fear in his eyes. Oh yeah, he feared the Dragon Lady, too.

"You want to go onto my Floor in the middle of a working day and distract everyone from their phone calls so you can propose?"

"Er... yeah," Brian said, looking deeply uncomfortable.

I reached for the walkie talkie on my hip.

"Darlene?" I said. There was a staticky noise.

"Yes, Celine?" replied the department secretary.

"Put a hold on all calls in..." I checked my watch. "Ten minutes. No calls in, no calls out. Route them all to Texas and New Mexico agents that are trained in California insurance and sales. Got that?"

"I—What?" Her reaction was annoying, but to be fair, I'd never asked her to do something like this before.

"Just do it, Darlene."

"Yes, okay. If that's what you want."

Brian and Addie were both staring at me, surprise etched on their faces.

"What?" I said, annoyed.

"You've just never—" Addie began.

"Wow, thanks," Brian finished. "Where's the Floor?"

"Christ," I muttered, already heading for the escalators. "Let's go. You've got ten minutes to prepare, and I'm keeping everyone off the phones for a total of ten more, got that? Don't draw this thing out."

"I won't," he promised.

Addie went off to find Rita, and I snuck Brian into my office. He paced like a madman, pulling at his hair and muttering under his breath.

"Sit down," I said. "Watching you is making me exhausted."

Brian took a seat across from me, his legs restlessly shaking.

"Water?" I offered. I had a couple of bottles in the mini-fridge.

"No, thank you."

We sat in awkward silence for a few more minutes, and then Addie radioed in.

"Rita's on the Floor now, guys. She's looking west, so just come from the east side. I'll keep her attention."

"Great," I said, checking my watch. I picked up my radio. "Darlene, are we all good?"

"Yes," Darlene responded. "The lines are all routed to Texas and New Mexico. Call Center is all clear."

"Thank you," I said, and stood up. "Let's go get your girl, Brian."

Rita was helping out an agent across the Floor. I could see her curly black hair swaying as she talked animatedly, her hands moving to express her point. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a cream blouse and looked as perfect as she always did. Rita had a beautiful body, thick and voluptuous, and even though she'd been saying for years that she was going to drop sixty pounds and be "skinny" like me and Addie, I was glad she didn't. I hoped she thought she was good enough for herself because she was certainly good enough for the rest of us, especially Brian. Her makeup was done up, her hair was styled just right, and she hadn't had lunch yet so there was no danger of anything being in her teeth. This was the perfect time.

I looked to my left and right, finding three other supervisors following Brian, one holding a video camera, and two others recording on their phones. Brian looked like he was gonna shit himself.

"You'll do great," I said. He nodded in response, but his eyes were still panicked. I hung back the last thirty feet, and Brian walked on ahead, the supervisors that were recording him following closely behind. I crossed my arms and chewed the inside of my cheek again, hoping that I'd done the right thing, letting Brian propose here in front of everyone she worked with. What if she'd changed her mind about wanting to marry him?

"R-Rita, baby?" Brian said shakily.

Rita turned around, clearly confused. "Brian," she said. "What are you doing here?"