Mr. Blue Eyes – Part 3, The Conclusion [MF] [Public] [Tease] [HEA]

It’s a good thing my boss wasn’t a micromanager, because if she was, she’d have noticed that I’d done basically no work in the past day and a half. I just couldn’t concentrate. Every time I closed my eyes I saw those cobalt-blue eyes, and felt his fingers inside me. I remembered the warm, hard expanse of his chest, and the way his cock throbbed against my ass as I sat in his lap.

I looked at my phone for the hundredth time. It had been several hours since I sexted him and yet I’d had nary a response from my blue-eyed stranger. Logically this meant he had a responsible adult job and couldn’t immediately reply to my text. Fine. Ugh. But my brain was going haywire from the potent mix of hormones and adrenaline, and I was a quivering bundle of nerves. Each small sound, even if it wasn’t anything like my cell phone vibrating, set me off.

A few minutes later, in the middle of re-reading the same email for the sixth time and still having no idea what it said, I heard it. I practically shot out of my seat when my phone vibrated. But my euphoria died a hasty death when I saw it was from my sister. I let out an audible groan, closing my eyes and trying to stem my angst when I heard a second vibration. She was probably texting about one of my nieces or nephews, or complaining about her co-workers. I sank my head into my hands, sighed a little too dramatically, and then halfheartedly pulled the phone towards me to read her messages.

“Blue Eyes” flashed on my screen. The second text wasn’t from my sister! My fingers trembled as I entered the code to unlock my phone and read his message.

*Go somewhere private.*

A command. Not a request, or an invitation — a command. Just like what he issued on the first day I met him, when he demanded without any words that I hike my skirt up for his pleasure. My heart began to beat faster, and I felt the beginnings of a sweaty sheen forming on my palms.

*Now*, he wrote. *Don’t make me wait.*

I was normally a confident and assertive woman, not inclined to take orders from bossy men. But something about Blue Eyes was different. I couldn’t resist him any more than I could stop breathing, or the racing of my heart. So I did as he asked, and hurried in the direction of the private bathroom on the fourth floor. I smelled food as I walked through the office towards the stairs, and realized it was the lunch hour. My colleagues wouldn’t think anything of my absence from my desk.

*On my way*, I texted back. *You’re bossy.*

*Horny*, he replied. *A luscious sexpot of a woman somehow ended up on my lap on the bus this morning, and I haven’t been able think straight since.*

My heart fluttered in my chest when I read his text. What was he planning? I had a few ideas, but still… The anticipation propelled me forward, and the world around me blurred as I bolted up the stairs.

*I’m here*, I typed, my heart pounding as I reached for the door of the private fourth floor bathroom. The three little dots indicating he was replying appeared beneath my text.

The handle wouldn’t turn. Someone was already inside. “Shit!” I cursed softly under my breath, pivoting around and striding away from the door.

*Small problem*, I texted.

*Hurry.*

I ran a nervous hand through my hair as I wracked my brain, trying to think of a suitably private location. My stomach was in knots. I couldn’t think. This was the only private bathroom close by, the others were on the opposite side of the building. He was waiting for me. I started to panic.

And then, the lightbulb went off. I couldn’t possibly go there… it would be crazy. Beyond crazy. If I were caught, I’d lose my job and be utterly humiliated in front of the entire office. I’d never live it down.

His handsome face appeared in my mind’s eye. I imagined tracing my fingers along his jaw line, and the way his stubble would feel underneath my fingertips. My thumb traced his lips, and I wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. The way the very thought of him sent my heart pounding made me realize that it was hopeless. I was addicted to this high, and I knew right then and there I’d give him anything he wanted. Work etiquette (and let’s be honest, generally responsible adult behavior) be damned.

I hustled to the back stairwell of our building, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. A laser-like focus propelled me back into our office suite, and down the hallway to the section of the suite where the partner’s offices were located. The frosted glass door of their private conference room beckoned me forward. I snuck past the receptionist desk, thanking my lucky stars that Carol, their overbearing and nosy secretary wasn’t seated there to interrogate me. It wasn’t unheard of for employees to use this conference room for meetings if it wasn’t already booked, but a single employee walking into it would certainly draw attention.

I was beyond caring. I yanked the door open, and the stale smell of a room used infrequently swirled around me. A brief scan of the room revealed a far corner cloaked in shade due to the configuration of the room, whereas the other corners were bathed in sunlight. Office buildings next to ours towered mere feet away, and I could see workers in their cubicles through the large, wall-to-wall windows. I knew that if I could see them, they could see me.

*OK, I’m good.* I texted him, doubtful if that was actually true. I might have been alone in the room, but there existed a real risk that someone, including a partner in my office, could discover me at any moment. I was being irresponsible. But somehow, it felt right. I was drunk with anticipation, chasing the high like a drug addict. I took a few deep breaths, then texted him back. *Now what?*

My phone vibrated in my hand, and I swiped right to answer a Facetime call from him.

Even on the small screen of my phone, his handsomeness took my breath away. He grinned when I answered.

“Hey,” he said, the side of his mouth curling up into a naughty smirk.

“Hey yourself,” I replied nervously, my mouth dry. This man had his fingers deep inside me and felt me convulsing around him mere hours ago, and now I was feeling shy?

“Where are you?” he asked, squinting as he tried to discern my surroundings on his small phone screen. “Are you still at work?”

“Partner’s conference room,” I replied, sliding down against the wall behind me. The scratchy texture of the industrial carpet beneath me was unpleasant, and I wiggled my bum trying to get comfortable on the hard floor. “If they catch me, I’m toast. You’ve turned me into a sex-crazed idiot,” I groaned, equal parts shocked, amused, and terrified.

“I know the feeling,” he replied, eyes blazing. “It took all my willpower not to lay you back, strip you naked, and lick you on the bus this morning,” he said, the timbre of his voice warm and seductive. “You must have no idea how sexy you are when you come. Otherwise you would have never let me do that on a public bus.”

My mouth dropped open. Somehow, I had lost the ability to speak.

His grin returned. “Bashful, are we?” he said, winking at me. “That’s OK. All you have to do right now is watch.”

It’s only then that I realized that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I had been too mesmerized by his bossy words and the ocean of blue staring back at me to even consider the rest of him. He turned and revealed that he was standing in front of a mirror in what looked to be a private bathroom. My gaze traveled down the muscled expanse of his back, taking in the mouthwatering definition. I nearly wept when I saw the spectacular dimples just above what looked like a round, muscular butt. *I would like to bite that ass*, I thought.

He placed his phone on the counter underneath the mirror. Once I realized what he was about to do, I was instantly wet and practically beside myself with desire. I lost the close-up view of his handsome face when he stepped back and slowly slid down his pants and briefs. My eyes followed the trail of dark hair leading down to where his hand was now firmly wrapped around his large, erect dick.

“Your little moans and gasps drove me wild this morning,” he murmured quietly. “I want you to see how much you turn me on.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“I’m afraid I won’t last long this time. I already almost came in my pants when I looked at the pictures you sent me. I couldn’t wait until I saw you on the bus again.”

As he said that, he began to move his fist up and down the length of his cock. He moaned quietly, squeezing the head. A large drop of pre-cum dripped out of his slit, and I could almost taste it on my tongue.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Fuck!”

He laughed. “I wish. This will have to do for now.”

The pace of his strokes intensified. He slid his free hand up his defined abs and over his pecs, gently rubbing his torso, and then back down where he held and massaged his balls.

I was dying. *DYING*. Without even thinking, I rose onto my knees and pulled one of the leather chairs away from the circular conference room table, then propped my phone against the chair back so he could see my body instead of just my face. I couldn’t sit by and idly watch. I began unbuttoning my blouse, and popped my breasts out of my bra cups. My rosy pink nipples were tight and hard, and I imagined the pleasure I’d get from having his mouth on them.

He groaned when he saw what I was doing, and began to stroke even faster.

“Yes,” I whispered. “That’s the hand you had in my pussy. Imagine it’s me touching you now.” I ran my fingers over my breasts and began to play with my nipples, gently rolling them between my fingers. “I wish your mouth was here,” I moaned at him as I teased myself. “I’m getting so wet thinking about it.”

I could have sworn I heard a whimper. The look of longing in his eyes, and the way he walked closer to his phone to get a better look at me, made me vibrate with longing for him. I imagined his hot, wet tongue sliding across my nipples, and how cool the air would feel after they were moist from his mouth. His lips would close over them, and maybe he’d even tease me with the gentle scrape of his teeth. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, and leaned my head back.

“Where did your mind just go?” he asked, drawing my attention back to him, almost panting as he looked up at me. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth on my nipples,” I whispered, moaning as I began to tug them harder between my thumb and forefinger.

“Jesus Christ,” he swore, frantically stroking his dick. “Stop that or I’m going to blow right this second.”

“OK,” I said, moving my hands away from my nipples and down to my skirt. I wrenched it up and slid a hand into my panties and then in between my folds, coating my fingers in my own arousal. I sighed and felt my shoulders relax as the pleasure built. My clit was swollen against my fingertips. I took my fingers out of my panties and slowly and seductively licked them the way he had on the bus this morning, just to see how he would react. His head looked as though it might pop right off his body.

“That. Is. Not. What. I. Meant.,” he growled, his expression pained. When I laughed he tried hard, but failed, to bite back a laugh of his own.

“Your hands felt so good on me this morning,” I murmured, continuing to rub my clit. I moved my fingers down and then slipped two inside of me, gently fucking myself. I angled my hips so he could see exactly what I was doing. I watched the muscles in his forearm and chest move and flex as he stroked his cock. His eyes were hungry and desperate, fixed on my body. I felt the sweet tension building and building.

And then, a voice. Carol’s voice. I froze in place as goosebumps immediately broke out all over my body. My heart was in my throat, blocking my breath.

“I don’t think anyone’s in here, but let me just pop in and check,” she said. The faint sound of footsteps grew closer, and the squeak of the conference room door handle signaled my impending doom.

I died. I was done for. My panties were around my ankles and the fingers of one hand lodged deep into my pussy. The air around me grew cold, the warmth and sexual energy of our encounter drained from the room.

“Shit!” I whispered. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“What?” Blue Eyes said, the hand stroking his cock slowing to a stop.

“Shhh,” I told him frantically, my free hand launching to my mouth as I placed a finger over my lips.

Carol’s voice swam back into my consciousness. My eyes were stuck on the door handle. It hadn’t moved any further.

“Oh, really?” I heard her say, voice muffled by the space and the door between us. “Hmmm… I’ll have to go check with him. I’ll be back in five.”

Suddenly, the blurred shadow of her body behind the frosted door grew smaller and the sound of retreating footsteps reached my ears.

Relief flooded through me. “She’s gone. For now, anyway,” I choked out, eyes lowering to the image of a gloriously naked Blue Eyes on my phone screen. A deep breath flew out of my lungs. I lifted a hand to my forehead, trying to catch my breath and slow the pounding of my heart. She almost caught me. Caught us.

“Rub that pussy,” was all he said in response, blue eyes blazing as he devoured me from afar. “That was close, wasn’t it, you dirty girl. She almost saw you touching yourself. What do you think she would say if she knew how much it turns you on to almost get caught? And how much it turns you on to watch me stroking my dick for you?”

He was right. The gush of wetness between my fingers confirmed that I was indeed even more aroused than I had been moments before.

“Shut up and work your cock,” I moaned. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me!”

A faint smile appeared briefly on his face, but he then scrunched his eyes closed, his expression almost pained. The head of his cock was a glorious color of pink, shiny and slick, bathed in his pre-cum. A low groan emanated from his throat as his hand began to move faster.

“Slide your cock into me,” I whispered, frantically rubbing my clit. “I’m so ready for you”

Those blue eyes blazed as he grunted. The gutteral, unrestrained sexual sounds he was making, combined with the elevation of my own excitement due to the near miss with Carol, involuntarily sent me over the edge. “I’m gonna come,” I panted. “Come with me.”

He nodded and I watched as his cock swelled in his hands. I let out a loud moan as I began to come, and had to place a steadying hand on the floor next to me to keep myself from tipping sideways. My pussy rippled around my fingers and my hand was drenched in my own wetness. The relief was so blissful and intense that I swear I stopped thinking and breathing and just felt. Just existed in a nebulous state of pleasure. But soon I forced myself to open my eyes, because I didn’t want to miss seeing him fall apart.

Barely a second after I finished, a groan caught in his throat and he threw his head back, his hand slowing down just a bit. Thick white ropes of cum shot out of his cock, and I both heard and saw them splattering on the bathroom counter. I nearly passed out when I realized I could see his cock pulsing and his shaft jerking with every spurt. He panted and groaned, continuing to move his hand up and down, squeezing the head of his dick to wring out the last of his orgasm. Cascades of white cum trailed over his knuckles, and I wished I were on my knees in front of him so I could lick it off.

He fell forward, one hand resting against the counter. He was breathing hard, chest heaving as his shoulders rose and fell.

“Thank you for that,” I whispered, reluctantly sliding my hand out of my panties. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

‘Thank me?” he said, laughing. “Thank *you*! I came so hard I nearly blacked out.”

I was quiet as he caught his breath, and watched his hand as he wiped some sweat off his brow. He ran the hand not drenched in cum through his hair, and I marveled at the flex of his arm muscles. I wanted to lick every inch of him.

“You’re amazing,” he breathed out. “Sexy and adventurous and totally unafraid. I fucking dig that.”

I blushed. “Same to you, handsome.”

“So should we get married now, or later?” he asked with a grin and a chuckle. “You’re basically my dream woman. Sometimes I’m not even sure if you’re real, or if I imagined you.”

Giddy laughter bubbled out of me. “Sure, I’ll get online and begin working on our wedding registry. But before I can start it, though, I should probably know your name? When I think of you, I just call you Blue Eyes.”

“Logan,” he said quietly. “My name is Logan. And you?”

“Rachel,” I replied, looking down as I tucked some hair behind my ear. When I looked back up at him, he had a goofy smile on his face.

“Rachel,” he said quietly.

“That sounds good coming out of your mouth,” I sighed, smoothing my skirt down my thighs. I watched forlornly as he quickly rinsed the cum off his hand and then pulled up his pants and briefs.

“Rachel,” he started. I shuddered when he said my name. It sounded impossibly sexy coming out of his mouth. “As much as I enjoyed this, it’s not enough for me. Is it for you?” Without even thinking, I shook my head. “I want more,” he continued. “I want you, all of you. What are you doing tonight? Can I take you to dinner?”

A rosy-pink tinge crept across my cheeks. “Umm, yeah. That sounds great,” I said. I appreciated the ridiculousness of blushing at being asked out on a G-rated dinner date while I was concurrently shoving my tits back into my bra after our hot Facetime hookup.

“6 p.m. ok?” He asked. I nodded. “Meet you at the bus stop where you get off?”

I laughed. “That’s the one place I haven’t gotten off with you.” He snorted, then pulled the phone up closer to his face. Those blue eyes were sparkling, and I felt them beckoning to to parts of me that he had woken up. My heart flip-flopped, and it was then I realized that this man had pushed me and allowed me to embrace a side of myself that I’d kept hidden. A part of me that I always wanted to express, but didn’t know how. With him, it was easy. He made me feel free.

“Six o’clock. See you then,” I said.

“Awesome,” he replied. “I’m going to kiss you when I see you, by the way. So prepare yourself for that.”

I laughed. “I’ll allow it.”

“Bye,” he said with a grin, and I hit end to finish the call.

He had a name now, and that changed everything. Again.

I knew, somehow, that my world had turned on its axis, and I couldn’t wait for might come next with Logan. My Blue Eyes.

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