ex With The Maid: Two Men and A Lady
Bernard
Bernard:
The moment she shut the door, I turned to him. “What the fuck was that?”
“What?” he asked casually, getting off the couch.
“Don’t play dumb. You were basically fucking her with your eyes.”
“Are you jealous?” he whispered and came closer to me. He reached out to place hist thumb on my lip.
“Not even a little bit.” And that was the truth. “But you seducing her while I’m trying to intimidate her is hardly a wise choice, don’t you think?”
His green eyes looked over my face before he spoke. “You and I have always been honest with each other about everything.”
“And….”
“And I want her,” he said darkly, moving in closer to me. “I want her in bed with us, and I
know you want her, too.”
“Wrong again. Besides, you’ve known her all of five minutes-”
“That’s longer than it took me to want you.” He snickered while leaning in, but his lips.
only hovered over mine, and in that moment, we shared the air between us,
“I don’t want her.” I wanted him…like always. Like a fucking drug I couldn’t break free from. “Besides, she’s an annoyance. Who just stands in the hall gawking at us like we-”
“Are two lions fucking in a zoo?” he said softly. “Maybe it’s because we were like two lions. fucking in a zoo. I like this maid, and she’s like a little worker bee. I can see my reflection in all the silverware. Plus she’s sexy and feisty.‘
“Then you fuck her and come back to me.” The thought pissed me off more than I liked.
“No.” He shook his head. “When you stop lying to yourself, when you admit you want her too, that’s when we see how much she might want us. Until then, I’ll just keep making
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you cum in my hands…” He reached into my pants.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the mind of the devil?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the body of a sinner?”
I couldn’t reply. His lips were on top of mine, his tongue already in my mouth, and my hands moved to grip his tight ass. With everyone else I was Bernard, the asshole, the ice block, the boss–but with him, I was as good as a bitch in heat.
“You’re turning me on just by breathing like that,” he whispered slowly while dropping to his knees.
I could see my reflection in the windows, my mouth opening as he gently stroked down the length of my cock, his thumb brushing the tip of me. “What do you want Ben?”
“To go to work.”
He squeezed, licking the length of the vein now throbbing at the side of my cock. “Don’t lie and don’t make me do it again.”
“I want your mouth on me…now,” I demanded. He did as he was told, allowing me to slide. my dick into his hot wet mouth. He grabbed the back of my knees, leaning forward and taking all of me into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed, thrusting forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair, closing my eyes, and tilting my head back. He took my length all the way down to the base as his teeth softly glided over me. After being interrupted before, I couldn’t hold myself back and my whole body wanted this and him. Over and over I fucked his mouth and his head bounced back. and forth on me. Letting go of one of my legs, he reached up to cup my balls in his hands.
“Fuck. Ahh…Wes…urg!” I grunted, cumming into his mouth. He held me in place while drinking all of me as I tried to catch my breath.
When he got back up, he wiped the corner of his mouth. “That was quick.”
“Shut up,” I said between breaths; he just kissed the side of my face.
“Another reason to be nice to the maid, Ben, is the non–disclosure. You need it.
Remember it’s just a paper, and she could blurt things out by accident. Suing her wouldn’t
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undo the damage she might cause. You’ve come too far now.”
“Even with a sexual reference, I still don’t find your jokes funny,” I frowned.
“My jokes are fine; it’s you who lacks humor,” he replied, kissing my lips before casually heading into the kitchen.
I sat down on the arm of my couch, trying to calm down. I was thirty–one years old, but I had the hormones of a seventeen–year–old boy.
Damn you Wes.
Without a word to him, I headed back upstairs to take a shower before heading to work.
I couldn’t believe it had been four years since we’d first met. I had been covering a story in Paris, and on my first night there, I went to a restaurant recommended by my mother. She had gone with a few colleagues and couldn’t stop raving about the food.
He hadn’t been lying when he’d told the maid that his food was ‘orgasmic‘. It was then and still was, but in Paris that evening, I wanted to meet the person who had created such delicacies. I asked the maître d‘ and the chef, Wes, came out, dressed in his whites. His
sleeves were rolled up and his hair was tied back in a bun.
Some people believe in love at first sight. This wasn’t love; it was lust–raw, plain old lust the moment our eyes locked. I had always kept my lustful urges in check, but that night ! had no idea what happened.
He gave me his card. I called and not even an hour later, we were in his flat fucking like
wild animals. Not just that first night. Or the next or the next, but every night for the
whole week I was there.
Then I left.
Six months later, he had opened a restaurant in Boston.
He didn’t ask why I hadn’t called him, or if I had thought about him. That was one of the differences between women and men. Men don’t ask. Yet, I showed up at his restaurant, and we picked up right where we’d left off. I’m sure we both thought we’d get sick of each
other at some point, but we didn’t stop to question what we had.
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Four years later, and I wasn’t even slightly annoyed with him.
“Room for one more?” He opened the glass shower door and stepped in beside me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
We just stood there for a moment, pressed up against each other, the hot water beating against our skin.
“I don’t want her,” I whispered.
“Okay, just you and me.”
That was more than enough.
Truly, even though parts of me didn’t mean it; I couldn’t get her big hazel brown eyes out
of my mind.
No more complications. Considering my family, I already had enough just being with him.
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