A fan favorite non-canon pairing as requested by a reader for their birthday. I began writing this on the 12th but an area wide internet outage threw a wrench into my plans so, Happy (Late) Birthday! It is now coincidentally May 13th which is now my birthday (so there might be another chapter up today if I have time between festivities).
Bloom and Brandon- Blackout
It had been a week since Bloom and Brandon had "made up" when he had dragged her out of the club that she went to with Stella and drunkenly made out with some random man. Brandon took her back to his apartment around the corner and for a lack of better words, fucked some sense into her. How could she think of sleeping with anyone else? Sure, she slept with Sky, he was her fiance. But when it came to her pleasure, Brandon was who she thought about and who she went to.
Now, that the two had made up, the awkward tension in the office since Brandon's transfer during the merger turned into sexual tension. Everytime that Bloom saw him, she wanted to pull him into the file room or the storage closet and demand that he fuck her senseless. She had half a mind to lock the door in his office and suck him off under his desk but everytime that she saw Brandon or had some sort of free time, he was in a meeting.
Sky had been too involved in the wedding planning that the both of them had been to every appointment and Bloom had left work at 5'oclock on the dot to head back to their shared apartment to look through bridal magazines and figure out logistics of the wedding. But Bloom hated to admit that she would rather be at Brandon's apartment, wrapped in his arms after he had given her amazing sex.
She was a woman obsessed and when she was masturbating, she seemed to be a woman possesed.
When she touched herself at night in the shower, all she could think about was Brandon and when he had told her that he did the same, there was a bit of pride that welled up within her and made touching herself that much more enjoyable. As Brandon's name fell from her lips, she imagined her name leaving Brandon's mouth as he stroked his hard cock and came.
Bloom needed Brandon and she needed him soon.
Now, as she was sitting at her desk at work, she knew that she needed to focus on her work but instead, her eyes kept wandering to Brandon's closed office door where he was having a meeting with the other section directors. What she wouldn't give to have a private meeting with Brandon. But she got paid for working, not for imagining Brandon bending her over and fucking her on his desk.
Bloom had been so lost in thought that she didn't notice that Hagan had made his way over to her desk with a stack of papers.
"Ms. Sparks," Hagan had greeted Bloom, bringing Bloom out of her minor trance, "I would have sent an email but I needed the walk around the office. My legs aren't what they used to be and they get stiffed."
"What is the issue, sir?" Bloom asked, trying to bring the older man back on track for the reason as to why he was over at her desk.
"Right," Hagan shook his head and smiled, as if trying to clear his head and remember why he had to speak to Bloom, "I know that you are busy planning a wedding but the Saladin Financial account approval went through and we need to complete the paperwork and then the deal will be secure. I need you to work with Mr. Gray to complete the paperwork."
"Why are you giving this responsibility to me, sir?" Bloom asked. Not that she wasn't excited to work with Brandon, but she was confused.
"I know that you are busy."
Not really, Bloom thought. Well, busy looking at Brandon and thinking naughty thoughts.
"And I was going to ask Mr. Williams to finish the paperwork but his wife just gave birth last night."
"I will have to wish Roy congratulations and I would be happy to pick up the slack for him." Bloom smiled.
"I know that you are planning a wedding but-"
"I am sure Roy could use all the help and sleep that he can get with a new baby in the house. I am on the job."
"Thank, Bloom," Hagan placed a hand on her back as he thanked her informally, "I knew that I could count on you. I'll give you an extra two days of paid leave."
"No need."
"No, I cannot take advantage of you like that." Hagan smiled, "I'll let Ms. Harris in HR know about the added paid leave."
"Thank you, sir. I will reach out to Mr. Gray right away."
Bloom watched with a smile as Hagan walked away from her desk and back in his office. As he shut the door, Bloom's smile fell as she looked at the pile of papers that were on her desk. She didn't mind the work, it was working with Brandon that was the issue. He was just so distracting.
She would send an email. Out of sight, out of mind.
Pulling up her email, she typed in Brandon's email and sent him a short message.
Hagan wants us to finish up the paperwork for the Saladin Financial account. I am sharing my calendar with you. Just find an empty slot to schedule a meeting.
-Bloom
Bloom hit send and finally got to work on what she was supposed to be doing, her mind for once off of the brunette man in the office across the way. However, as she was reading over the Saladin Financial paperwork, there was a ding on her computer, letting her know that she had received an email or some sort of notification. Not seeing an email, Bloom switched tabs to her work calendar where she saw that a new event had been added.
Brandon had already added a meeting for the both of them. It was short meeting for the end of the day with an added note stating that he would schedule something longer for the next week but that he was waiting to hear back from the Alfea account on when their marketing director might be able to meet. Bloom really didn't need the superfluous explanation but she was thankful that he was clueing her in to what was happening. Bloom accepted the short meeting at the end of the day and continued on with the rest of her day, eager to see Brandon.
A short fifteen minute meeting couldn't hurt, right?
It was the early afternoon and Bloom and Stella were sitting in the staff lounge eating lunch and drinking some pre-afternoon coffee for a pick-me-up. This was their routine every day except for payday when they would go out and have lunch. But it was just a normal Thursday and it wasn't payday this week so Bloom was sat eating her turkey and cheese sandwich with Stella.
"It looks like it is going to rain. I am starting to get a headache too." Stella remarked as she looked out of the window.
Bloom leaned to look out of the window and up at the clouds. They were gray and there was an ominous presence in the air.
"You should ask to work at home for the rest of the day, Stell. I know how you get when there is a bad storm. It's like the sun is your main source of energy and when it is gone, it's like you cease to be able to function." Bloom giggled.
"My name is Stella Solaria and I was born in the summer, it is like the sun is a part of me." Stella laughed as she clutched her head, trying to relieve some of the pressure that had been bearing down on her.
"Stella," Bloom's face turned serious as she reached over and grabbed her friend's hand that wasn't trying to relieve the pressure in her head, "you should really go home and take some medicine. Maybe you can have Mark take you home and he can take care of you."
Stella looked up at Bloom and rolled her eyes, "Mark and I are just...casual. I don't think that he would be willing to take care of me."
Bloom simply shrugged and returned her attention to her sandwich and the gray clouds outside. It looked like it was going to pour soon and she was worried about how soaked she would get on her way back to the apartment. Luckily, Bloom carried around an umbrella with her so it shouldn't be too bad.
Suddenly a flash of lightening and a boom of thunder told her that an umbrella probably wasn't going to be enough.
Stella groaned as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, "Oh fuck it," she placed her phone up to her ear as it rang, "Mark? It's me. I have a wild headache and I am going to head home early. Yeah? Really? I will meet you downstairs in fifteen."
Removing her phone from her ear, Stella looked at Bloom who was just smirking at her.
"What?" Stella asked as she placed her phone on the table and picked up her mug of coffee.
"Oh nothing," Bloom replied as she took a bite of her sandwich, "nothing at all Ms. Casual."
"Oh shut up, Ms. Fucking My Fiance's Best Friend."
Bloom suddenly forgot how to swallow as she nearly choked on her sandwich.
"Stella!" Bloom exclaimed as she looked around the empty lunchroom, glad that nobody was in there to hear what Stella had said. "Don't say that in public. Or in private for that matter. You know that I am...conflicted."
Conflicted was an understatement.
"Well," Stella finished the coffee in her mug before she stood up from her seat at the small square table, "you know that I am not judging you since I kinda gave you the idea but I think that you owe it to yourself to figure it out. Be with the man you claim to love who you are engaged to or be with the man who gives you great sex."
Bloom groaned as she put her head in her hands, "I think that I have a headache now."
Stella smiled as she placed a hand on Bloom's shoulder before grabbing her purse, "Just do what makes you happy, Bloom and the rest will fall in place. Just make sure that you don't hurt yourself or others in the process."
"I am sleeping with Sky's best friend, Stell. I think that he is going to be hurt."
"Not if he never finds out."
"You are a terrible influence, Stella."
"And you love me for it." Stella smiled, "Now if you will excuse me, I am going to tell my supervisor that I am going to work from home, take a few migraine tablets, and-"
"Fuck Mark."
"No!" Stella interjected as she stuck up her nose, "Well...maybe."
"Have fun, Stella."
Stella gave Bloom a wink, "You too."
The rain continued to pour at an unrelenting pace through the rest of the afternoon. Most of the employees in the office went home to finish their work at there homes but everyone knew it was a way to get out of work early. Not that any supervisors cared as they all had gone home too, work nowhere near to being on their mind.
Except for Brandon.
Bloom kept checking her calendar to see if Brandon had taken off the meeting in his office for the Saladin Financial account. But the same blue icon on her calendar was still there letting her know that she had a meeting at 4:30pm in Brandon's office.
It was rainy, cold, and dark due to the rain and to the time of year. All Bloom wanted to do was go home and take a nap as the rain fell outside of her bedroom window. Maybe Sky would crawl in bed with her and they would cuddle for the rest of the evening. But no, she was stuck at work.
As the rain continued, so did the lightning and thunder. Some office workers had been keeping up with the weather report to see if there was a chance of a winter storm occurring and the rain quickly turning into ice. If the rain froze, nobody wanted to be left to wander home dodging patches of black ice.
Not wanting to stay here longer than she needed, Bloom opened her email againa and replied to the email that she had sent Brandon that morning.
I wanted to check in and ask if there was anyway that we could move up our meeting. The weather doesn't seem to be getting much better and I don't want to be stuck here in case the sirens go off or the trains stop running.
-Bloom
Bloom sent the email and in no time at all she saw that there was an email response from Brandon.
My 4:00 meeting was canceled. We can meet then.
-Brandon
Bloom looked at the clock, that was in about twenty minutes. She could do that. She immediately typed her response back to Brandon and sent the email.
Great. Thank you.
-Bloom
As Bloom switched tabs to the company database to prepare for the meeting, Bloom found herself preparing for her meeting with Brandon in a completely alternative way.
Bloom looked down at herself, taking in what she wore to the office that day. Ever since she had "made up" with Brandon, Bloom noticed that she began dressing a bit differently. Despite the cold, she didn't wear many pants and sweaters, choosing instead to dress in form fitting dresses that definitely got Sky's attention every morning. Still not enough to give her what she wanted but she didn't push the issue because she got what she wanted in Brandon.
Wearing a brick red colored wrap dress that came down to her knees, Bloom began adjusting the neckline so that it would sit lower on her chest. She reached into her purse and pulled out her favorite lipstick and swiped it over her lips and finally took down her hair that was in the large clip, fluffing the waves that had formed throughout the day.
What the Hell was she doing? Bloom thought to herself. This was just a fifteen meeting and she was at work. She needed to get a fucking grip.
Bloom made an attempt to put her hair back in the clip and readjust her dress when the door to Brandon's office opened and he was walking out with a member of the advancement team.
"Ms. Sparks." Brandon looked over in Bloom's direction and met her blue eyes.
It was like she was stuck in a trance as she looked over Brandon's imposing physique. How could Stella let him go when he looked like that? Bloom was kicking herself for not noticing it earlier. Though if she did, she doubt that her friendship with Stella would have lasted.
Standing there in a dark blue dress shirt and gray pants, Brandon folded his arms across his chest, stretching the fabric over his muscles. Looking at Brandon, the windows weren't the only things that were wet.
"Ms. Sparks, I am ready for you." Brandon said, Bloom blinking and coming back to reality.
"Ah, yes," Bloom stood up from her seat at her desk and grabbed the Saladin Financial file. Another light sound of thunder rumbled through the office as Bloom made her way to Brandon where he welcomed her into his office.
"Have a seat," Brandon gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk.
Bloom sat down and once again, the tension was back and this tension was awkward. Sure, she still wanted him to completely ravish her but at the moment, nervousness set in. It was the first time that they would be meeting alone since the night at the club. Bloom looked down at her hand and began nervously fidgeting with her ring. But she soon stopped, remembering that for some reason, Brandon didn't like it when she messed with her ring. He probably knows how expensive it is.
Brandon closed the door and made his way to his desk where he slowly sat down on the opposite side from Bloom.
"Um, thank you for meeting with me a little earlier." Bloom nervously said.
"The rain is coming down quite hard." Brandon remarked as he took a glance out of the large window in his office. Bloom's eyes also followed to peer out at the dark sky. It was now 4 o'clock on a winter afternoon and the sun was nearly set. Hopefully Bloom would not have too hard of a time getting back to her apartment.
"Yes," Bloom nodded, trying to keep up the small talk, "I hope that the trains will still be running. Last time it rained like this, the station was flooded and they stopped service."
"Then I suppose that we should get started with our meeting." Brandon said so professionally which made Bloom's heart sink just a bit. This was a place of work and not some crazy setting of a porno. She had to be professional and she could not expect nor want Brandon to act any differently.
"Right," Bloom looked down at her lap as she grabbed the file from her lap, "Hagan asked us to complete the deal with the Saladin Financial team. Roy was supposed to work on it but his wife had her baby last night. I was looking through the file and it looked like most everything has been completed but I think that we need to contact their counsel to finalize the agreement."
Brandon scoffed as he gently took the file from Bloom, "Counsel? Why didn't Hagan just have Lucy Geiger do it? She is our head counsel."
"Perhaps there is some more sweet talking that needs to happen to ensure that the deal goes through without a hitch that will be beneficial for both parties and we are in Marketing and Outreach. We are professional sweet talkers."
Bloom let out a small laugh and Brandon just merely smirked as he looked from the file to Bloom. Bloom immediately felt a fire build up in her body as Brandon looked at her and her smile slowly fell.
She cleared her throat, "I was thinking that I could look through the file and let you know who needs to be contacted and go from there."
"And I will be the one making the calls?" Brandon asked.
"Well, you are a better sweet talker."
"Oh am I?" Brandon's smirk returned to his face and Bloom felt her body become like jelly. But she had to remain professional.
"Well, you are the director and I am just a humble office grunt." Bloom quipped back.
"I see." Brandon returned his attention to the file, "and when can I expect to have this list?"
"End of the week? I am still finalizing some things for the Red Fountain account."
"Good girl."
Bloom's head shot up to stare at Brandon, "What?"
Before Brandon could answer, a bright flash of lightning shot across the sky and shortly after, a loud crash of thunder shook the office building and plunged the large skyscraper into darkness.
Brandon and Bloom both instinctively looked up to the ceiling, in slight shock and disbelief that they had been plunged into darkness. Brandon stood up from his desk and walked through the dark office and to the light switch where he flicked the switch up and down with the lights overhead failing to light.
"Wait right here," Brandon instructed, "I am going to go check if the power is out anywhere else in the building."
Bloom simply nodded and Brandon walked out of his office, leaving Bloom in the darkness of Brandon's office and wondering what the Hell Brandon meant when he called her a 'good girl'. He had only called her that during sex, only after she had called him sir or after she had done something that was pleasing to him. But hearing it in the workplace was foreign and fuck did she enjoy it.
However, she could not relish in the feeling for long because Brandon quickly walked back into the office and if by instinct, closed the door. In his hands he held a flashlight and a box of batteries.
"Well," Brandon sighed as he sat down in his desk chair and began placing batteries into the flashlight, "it's a blackout. The whole street is out. All generators are being used to power the hospital."
"Understandable."
"It looks like we are going to be here a while." Brandon remarked as he turned on the flashlight, a small beam their only source of light.
"What do you mean?" Bloom asked.
"The elevators are down and unfortunately, the stairwell on this floor is blocked due to the construction on the Magix City Bank offices downstairs which I don't think is legal but it is the predicament we are in. Hopefully the power will be back up and running soon so you can get back home."
Bloom nodded, "Yes, I hope that the power will turn back on soon too."
There was a still and thick silence that filled the small office and Bloom began to absentmindedly twirl her ring around her finger. She couldn't see how Brandon was glaring down at the diamond ring that was on Bloom's finger.
"I am going to Linphea to start dress shopping next month. My friend from college told me that Linphea has some of the best stores to-"
"That's great, Bloom." Brandon sharply cut her off, "Really happy for you."
Bloom could tell that was a lie but she wasn't going to push it.
"Thanks." Bloom bit down on her bottom lip as she turned her head away from Brandon and looked out at the sky and streets of Magix once again.
The room was plunged into silence again as neither of them knew what to say. Bloom thought that she would move on.
"And we decided the colors of the wedding are going to be-"
"Bloom," Brandon placed his head in his hands, "I don't want to hear you talk about the wedding."
"Oh," Bloom looked at Brandon and noticed his annoyed and pained expression, "does your head hurt? I think that I might have some medicine in my desk drawer."
Bloom made a move to leave her seat but she was stopped midway through standing.
"Sit down, Bloom." Brandon commanded, "It's pitch dark out there and I am not going to have you be a lawsuit waiting to happen if you hurt yourself out there."
Bloom slowly sat back down and as if out of instinct, she looked at Brandon and uttered, "Yes, sir."
Brandon's eyes met Bloom's and suddenly, the awkward tension turned back into sexual. It was as if she could see Brandon's pupils dilate as he stared at her. Suddenly, she was no longer fidgeting with her ring, the diamond piece of jewelry forgotten on her finger. Bloom's gaze followed Brandon as he stood up from his chair, a frown on his face, as he walked over to the door.
She shouldn't have said that. She was an idiot for saying that. Why did she say that?
Bloom wanted to open the window and have lightning strike her to save her from the utter embarrassment that she was feeling. She was at work and Brandon was her boss. Business and pleasure should never mix.
However, Bloom was shocked when instead of leaving the room or asking her to leave, Brandon flicked the small silver lock on his office and turned back around, arms across his chest as he stared at Bloom.
"I'm so-" Bloom began to say but was cut off by Brandon.
"Stand up." he commanded and Bloom slowly and nervously rose to her feet. He was going to yell at her, wasn't he? Did he lock the door so that nobody would intrude on him chewing her out for acting so unprofessionally? But that thought left her head when Brandon spoke again.
"Strip."
"Excuse me?" Bloom asked.
"Take off your clothes, Bloom."
Bloom was nearly too dumbfounded to speak but she was still able to find the words.
"What? Why?"
Brandon took a few steps closer to Bloom and looked from her face down to the front of her dress where his gaze landed upon her cleavage, a sinister smile forming on his face.
He raised a hand to stroke the neckline of Bloom's dress, his knuckles grazing the smooth skin of her chest.
"I told you to strip and you are supposed to say...?" Brandon led on.
Bloom's voice was a whisper, "We are at work."
"The power is out and the door is locked. Almost everyone is gone and you have been looking so tempting all week."
Bloom's breath caught in her chest as Brandon's words registered in her head. Had he been thinking about her in the same way that she had been thinking of him at work? It was one thing to think of each other in their more private and intimate moments at home, but to have a mutual attraction for one another at work was something else entirely.
"So, when I tell you to do something," Brandon pulled at the tie that held Bloom's dress in place, "you say...?"
Bloom looked up at Brandon and smiled, "Yes, sir."
"Very good," Brandon replied as he stepped away from Bloom and leaned back on his desk, "now take off your clothes."
With a move of her hand, Bloom slipped the knot on her dress and the brick colored dress opened up to reveal matching black lace underwear. She had not meant to wear such scandalous undergarments as she had absolutely no intention of doing anything like this with Brandon when at work but it was laundry day and all of her normal, more practical underwear had been in the dirty laundry.
As her dress hung open, Brandon's eyes trailed up and down her body, taking in as much as he could.
"Take it off." Brandon pointed towards Bloom's open dress and she quickly complied, letting the red material slide over her shoulders and fall onto Brandon's office floor. A sudden chill ran up Bloom's spine and she didn't know if it was from being in the room with Brandon, filled with anticipation for what might happen next. Or if it was because with the power off, that meant that the heat was off and the building was getting colder by the minute.
Another flash of lightning illuminated the sky, sending light through the office for a moment before thunder crashed. Bloom jumped slightly as the high pitched thunder crash had startled her.
"I never thought that you would wear black." Brandon remarked.
"Everything else was dirty." Bloom replied.
"I like it."
"T...t...thank you," Bloom stammered as she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She had gotten the underwear as a cheeky Valentine's Day gift exchange that she had with her friends. Musa had bought it and she was hoping that it had gone to either Bloom or Tecna, knowing that the two of them weren't really ones to spend money on sexy lingerie and clothing.
"Have you worn that for Sky?" Brandon asked.
Bloom shook her head.
"What was that?" Brandon asked more firmly as he looked ahead at Bloom.
"No, sir," Bloom replied breathlessly.
"Then you will wear it only for me." Brandon commanded. "Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl," Brandon stood up straight, pushing himself up from his desk, "now, get on your knees."
Bloom's heart raced and she wasted no time sinking down to her knees, the carpet rough against her skin. She watched in want as Brandon made his way to her, his steps confident and commanding. As he reached Bloom, he smirked as he looked down and placed his hand under Bloom's chin, raising her head to look up at him.
"God, I love seeing you like this," Brandon remarked as he moved his fingers under Bloom's chin in a way that could almost be described as way that someone would hold the chin of a dog. But he never wanted Bloom to think that he thought of her that way. He had told her time and time again that when they were intimate, he was in charge, but every other time, she ran the show.
But, as Bloom contently smiled and let out a light moan, Brandon's worries about Bloom's feelings about how he was treating her right now quickly faded. When Bloom moved her head and took Brandon's fingers in her mouth, Brandon suddenly felt his knees go weak.
"Someone is eager." Brandon chuckled.
Bloom let go of Brandon's fingers with a lewd popping sound, "I have wanted you now for a while and seeing you in this office has been torture. I have thought about you and all the things that I want to do with you in this office. But you were always in meetings."
"What a fucking slut."
"You love it." Bloom quipped back.
"My slut."
"Yes, Brandon," Bloom smiled, "yours."
Brandon bent down and placed his mouth on Bloom's, tasting the coffee and plum from her lunch on her tongue. Bloom had missed Brandon's lips on her. He knew how to kiss her just right and send her head spinning. But just as quickly as Brandon bent down to kiss her, he was back to his upright position and moving his hands over his belt and pulled down his gray slacks.
Bloom's eyes widened in delight as Brandon quickly pulled out his hard cock, the erection seeming to stare her right in the face. She didn't need to be told what to do. Throwing her hair behind her shoulders, Bloom leaned forward and placed her mouth on Brandon.
"Oh...shit..." Brandon let out a deep moan as he felt Bloom's mouth cover his cock. She was so warm and knew how to set his senses on fire.
Brandon's hand reached back to grip the desk and the other went to the top of Bloom's head. Bloon's hands were placed on Brandon's thighs, keeping her up in her now squatted position as she moved her head back and forth, taking more and more of Brandon's cock in her mouth.
Bloom's eyes caught sight of the diamond ring on her finger and before, she would have been wracked with guilt, but now, while she briefly thought about Sky, as bad as it sounded she didn't mind being a cheating slut. It was just Brandon afterall. It's not like she was fucking and sucking everyone in the office. Brandon was just enough.
Brandon tightened his grip on the top of Bloom's head, pushing her down further onto him. The further he went, the tighter Bloom's throat became and the gagging sounds that left her mouth became louder and filled the room. Brandon held Bloom's head steady as he moved his hips, driving his cock deeper and harder into Bloom's mouth. When he looked down at Bloom, his eyes locked with her's and seeing the look of lustful desire behind a slight hint of discomfort just made him want her even more.
"Do you like it when I fuck your throat like this?"
Bloom moaned around him as she tightened her grip on Brandon's thighs.
"Such a good girl taking me in my office. Your mouth is divine,"Brandon was poised to send cum shooting down her throat but he needed her more than that.
"But I missed fucking that pussy."
Brandon pulled out of Bloom's throat and Bloom gasped as she was able to finally breathe. However, she had no time to rest as Brandon quickly pulled her up to her feet and wasted no time in sharply pulling down the black lace from around her hips. Placing her underwear in his pocket, Brandon lifted Bloom up and she wrapped her legs around her hips.
Bloom felt Brandon's lips on hers and felt her back hit the cold wall of his office. She could feel Brandon's hard and now wet cock between her legs and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Bloom had been waiting for this moment since Brandon had fucked her the night after the club. She needed his again and she needed him now. But she was not in control. Well, she was but when it came to sex, the deal was that Brandon would be the one to initiate as a way of forcing Bloom to fall into submission. She loved it when Brandon took control but she just wanted him to plunge right into her.
As Bloom's hips started to move in his hands and her moans became louder, Brandon smirked against Bloom's lips.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Brandon asked between heated and sloppy kisses.
Bloom nodded her head and whined.
"You need to use your words."
"Yes, sir. Please, fuck me." Bloom desperately pleaded.
"How can I deny you when you have been so good this week."
"Yes," Bloom moaned, "I have been so good. Please."
Another flash of light spread across the sky as Brandon thrust his hips up and he entered Bloom. Thankfully, the thunder crashed as Bloom leaned back her head onto the wall and let out a loud cry as Brandon finally gave her what it was that she wanted.
"Always so tight." Brandon remarked through a moan as he settled in Bloom. "You have the most perfect pussy, and ass, and mouth that I have ever felt."
"You say that all the time," Bloom rolled her eyes before placing her forehead on Brandon's.
Brandon gave Bloom a soft smile as he took comfort of Bloom's forehead against him and the feeling of Bloom relaxing around his cock.
"Because it is always true," Brandon responded, "You really are perfect, Bloom."
Bloom blushed. Brandon possibly couldn't have meant anything by that. He meant that the sex was perfect, and even Bloom would agree to that. But there was no way that he could mean that she was perfect. She was cheating on her fiance with his best friend and the sex between her and Brandon was just casual. But the way that he said it, it was so tender...
She banished the passing comment from her mind and placed her lips against Brandon's, "Fuck me, Brandon."
There was no 'sir' or 'good girls' that followed as Brandon fucked Bloom against the wall, just the two of them, Bloom wrapped around Brandon and Brandon's hands and mouth all over her as he was driving his cock in and out of her.
"Mmmm, Brandon..." Bloom moaned into Brandon's ear before Brandon found her mouth with his, "So good..."
Brandon bit down on Bloom's bottom lip, sending Bloom's senses over the edge as she tried to keep herself together. It never took her long to come when she was with Brandon or even when she was thinking about Brandon. His dick really was magic.
"I want this pussy at least once a week, in this office." Brandon stated as he continued to move his hips, his lips landing on the top of Bloom's breasts.
"Yes, sir. Whatever you want."
"I'll fuck you like this. Fuck you on the desk. Fuck you in my chair. I want you to suck me off under my desk when I am on a conference call. I am going to have you when I want you."
"Yes..." Bloom whined into a moan as she felt herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. "Anything."
Both knew that the lust filled promises that they made in this moment would not hold up. They knew that work took priority and neither would do anything that would place immediate jeopardy on their careers. What they were doing now definitely was grounds for termination but the empy office, locked door, and blackout was the perfect combination for a 'Perfect Storm' of their own.
"Such a good little slut. My perfect girl."
Fuck, she was going to...
Bloom dug her nails into Brandon's shoulders as a flash of white filled her vision. She couldn't tell if it was from another lightning strike or from another blinding orgasm. Brandon always managed to make her lose vision and cause her head to go blank. She would consider seeing a doctor if it didn't feel so good. When Bloom didn't hear or feel another roll of loud thunder, she could safely assume that Brandon made her orgasm just as he always did.
But now it was Brandon's turn to reach an orgasm of his own and when he chased his orgasm, the things that he would say would sometimes cause Bloom to find another moment of overwhelming ecstasy.
"I'm going to cum on that pretty little face," Brandon groaned as he continued to piston into Bloom, "and you are going to hold your mouth open and take it."
"Yes, sir."
Brandon quickly pulled out of Bloom and carefully, yet hastily, guided Bloom back down to a crouched position. Grabbing his cock in his hand, Brandon moved his hand up and down his shaft, his other hand placed against the now warm wall to help hold himself up.
"Keep your mouth open," Brandon commended and Bloom gladly and easily obliged. Her mouth was open in a smile as she kept her tongue out, waiting for Brandon to release on her face.
With a few more strokes of his hand, Brandon came and thick ropes of hot and sticky cum hit Bloom in the face.
"Oh, fuck..." Brandon moaned, "That's it, baby. Take my cum."
Bloom let out a light chuckle as she felt Brandon's cum hit her face, some of it landing in her mouth. It was warm, thick, and salty but Bloom didn't mind because it was Brandon's cum. Sky never did this with her and as she looked up to see the look of pure pleasure on Brandon's face, Bloom didn't care if Sky ever did anything like this with her in the future. She had Brandon and deep down, Bloom knew that Brandon was as much her's as she was his.
As Brandon finished, the hand that was on his cock returned to Bloom's face and stroked her cheek, his thumb pushing more cum into Bloom's mouth.
"So fucking beautiful." Brandon remarked as he did his best to catch his breath. "You look so good with my cum on your face."
Bloom closed her mouth around Brandon's thumb and sucked aways the cum that he had dragged along her face. Her tongue swirled around his thumb and Brandon let out deep moan. She released his finger and as she did, Brandon walked away back towards his desk. He stuffed himself back in his pants and grabbed a small package of tissues from his desk drawer and sank down to the floor and gave the pack to Bloom.
"Thank you," Bloom smiled as she took the small package of tissue.
"You're welcome," Brandon gave Bloom a smile before placing a comforting kiss on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Brandon." Bloom answered as she took a tissue out of the package and began wiping away the left over cum that had been left on her face. She knew that she would have to make a quick and covert trip to the bathroom to properly wash her face. How could she explain away how the Hell she got cum on her face to her fiance?
"And I meant what I said," Brandon lifted his head, "I want to fuck you at least once a week. I don't think that I can go any longer between having your body around in my arms and around my cock."
Bloom looked over to Brandon and gave him a sly smile before she rose up to her feet and looked down at the man still seated on the floor.
"Just put it in my calendar."