Cum When I Tell You To

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Where the fuck have you been?" Jayden yelled as soon as I stepped into the apartment.

I couldn't tell him that I had just had an orgasm without being fucked, or the fact that I had to sit in the coffee room to get myself together and ended up wasting 30 minutes after Stonewall left the building. "Long day," I tiredly informed him, and tossed my keys onto the table along the wall near the door. My coat was thrown over the back of my couch and my shoes were aching my feet so badly that I had to take them off in the elevator on the way up to my top floor apartment. I tossed those to nowhere in particular and plopped down onto the couch.

"What happened to your skirt?"

"Ripped it sometime today. I don't remember."

Finally he revealed himself and leaned into the entryway of the kitchen, wearing nothing at all but a pair of jeans that were low on his hips. My mouth watered at the V shape that led down to the rod that I was sure was rubbing against the denim of his bottoms. "If you want to quit, I understand."

"Quit?" My face contorted at the thought. Our bills were due and I had a very selfish goal in mind of not only making it to that table that Stonewall mentioned, but to also feel her mouth around my pussy. "Are you braindead to forget that we have shit that needs to be paid for?"

"I got a gig." A smile spread across his chocolate face and his teeth were so perfect that they complimented his dimples. "UPS needs a warehouse manager and I killed my interview on Thursday."

"Kill an interview, Jayden?" I asked skeptically. "Not only had you left out the fact that you had said interview, but I hadn't seen any applications lying around here for a damn UPS. Get real."

"Okay, I'm going to be honest with you." He'd come over to the coffee table in front of me and sat, grabbed my hands and sensually kissed each one. "I fucked the chick in HR."

I snatched my hands away and scowled at him.

"C'mon, baby, don't get mad. I did it for us."

"You did it for us?"

"Yes. You can't be the only one around here working and I'm not. And besides, you're somebody's footstool even though you have a degree. I'm sure that it doesn't pay much. At least I'm getting twenty bucks an hour."

"My salary is six thousand a month, Jay."

His jaw slid ajar and it looked like I had just slapped him in the side of the face with my wage. "How the fuck—"

From the pleated pocket of my skirt I pulled my phone out and found that I had 2 messages that I needed to check. I ignored them and went to my Google search bar and entered Steadfast Media. On the company website I clicked on Stonewall's photo and showed it to him. "She's a billionaire," I said matter-of-factly. "This is my boss. And that measly six grand goes up after my ninety-day probation period. I'll go up to eight."

"Damn," he moaned. Then he snatched the phone out of my hand and tossed it over his shoulder. Pulled my legs apart with no regard to the skirt that I'd never be able to wear again and gripped my thighs. "You're so fucking sexy when you're balling." His face mashed into my wetness but he hadn't asked any questions. Most likely he thought that I was wet for him, when in fact I had been thinking of my boss. Within three minutes he had me bent over the couch and I was holding on for dear life with the thought of Stonewall plunging her fingers into me.

Later that night, after three orgasms that I could count, I woke to my phone vibrating on my nightstand and it appeared that I had yet another text.