Lunch

LUNCH

By Darrell R. Jones

Sitting at his desk and staring at a blank screen on his laptop, aside from the word “Buried,” Jordan rapped his fingers on the wooden table trying to drum up ideas. He was so confident in being able to write this book of his in no time flat but so far every time he started to work, his mind would go blank and his story would fall away.

“Dammit.” He sighed and pushed way from his desk to go to the kitchen.

Perhaps eating lunch would be just the thing he needed to focus, because right now he was really reconsidering his decision to quit his job and chase this dream. Opening the fridge, he searched for the lunch his wife had prepared for him but couldn’t find it. He then searched the counters and the dinner table but still couldn’t it. He then searched the counters and the dinner table but still couldn’t find it. He could just as easily prepare something himself, but he was looking forward to the chicken and rice Reina had cooked the night before and readied for him this morning before she went to work. Looking at the clock on the wall above the doorway, he saw it was two forty. An idea came to mind and he thought if he hurried he could catch her.

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Reina got off the elevator and made her way to her office. She was starving and the box of Chinese food in her hands had her mouthwatering. She wanted to hurry up and get to her desk and scarf this food down before she went mad with hunger. Walking pass cubicles and saying “hi” to fellow coworkers, she heard Steve laughing somewhere close by. It wasn’t until she walked past the break room that she saw the tall man in his tailored navy blue suit with the dusty blonde hair and ice blue eyes. His face was turning from vanilla to red from laughing so hard and Reina stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who he was laughing at.

Her husband Jordan was standing at the sink, surrounded by a few of his former coworkers, cracking jokes like he usually did during the lunch break. He was only wearing some black jeans, a red shirt he got from his years running track and still he fit in with the other four men in business suits.  When Steve finally noticed her, he pointed her out to Jordan and they made their way over.

“What are you doing here?” Reina asked, a coy smile finding its way to her face. She felt like a little girl getting a school visit from her father, though she was more excited than frightened.

“I was gonna come take you to lunch but Steve said you went out.” Jordan replied before giving her a kiss.

“I saw him downstairs and told him to come up and see the gang.” Steve added, smiling big and placing a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “I thought I’d try to convince him to come back. We could use you on the new project we’re working.”

“No! I have it under control Steve. You’re lucky I let you come and help me.” Reina snapped at him and stuck her tongue at him.

“What’s it look like?” Jordan asked, paying no mind to his wife who was telling him it was none of his business.

“I’ll send you copies of it.” Steve joked.

Reina had now grabbed her husband’s arm and drug him to her office around the corner. “What are you doin’ here?”

“Like I said, I came to take you to lunch.” He said again.

“You’re supposed to be at home writing. And I made you lunch.”

“Well I couldn’t find it.”

She closed her door behind him and shook her head, smiling from ear to ear. “It was on top of the microwave. I knew you’d forget too old man.”

He looked around her spacious office and was impressed by the new place his wife conducted her work. Large windows behind her long black desk, covered with pictures of her family and friends and paperwork. He picked up the picture from their wedding and she snatched it from him.

“Excuse me sir, leave my desk alone. You’re only a visitor now. You don’t work here anymore.”

“Starting to wonder if that was such a smart idea.”

“What do you mean?” Her smile faded and she looked at him serious.

“I don’t know. At home tryna write and couldn’t. Thought I’d get something to eat and look where I ended up. Back here and I find myself missing it.”

“Hush boy. You just got a little writers block. Stop getting discouraged.” She put her food down and sat on her desk. “Hey, look at me.”

He turned and looked at his serious, but still cute, wife as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m so proud of you and I know you have it in you to write something amazing. So stop getting side tracked, go home and write.”

Jordan smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “How’d I get so lucky with a wife like you?”

“I don’t know. I ask myself that question every day.” She jumped down from her desk and Jordan looked her up and down; his eyes low and smokey. “Are you high?” she asked, whispering through her smile.

“Maybe a little bit.”

“Jordan!”

“What? I did one bowl to help me write.”

She laughed and shoved him, “Boy get out of here!”

“What? It’s not like they gon drug test me. I don’t work here.”

“But I do, so go before you get me in trouble.”

“I ain’t even started to get you in trouble yet.”

Once again he looked her up and down and thought about all the ways he could rip her out of that burgundy blouse and gray pencil skirt. Somehow he managed to keep those urges in check and not act on them; partly due to the fact he knew she still had three more hours of work ahead of her. She couldn’t do that if he snatched her shirt open.

“Jordan go home boy. I already know what you thinkin’.” Reina moved around her desk and her husband followed. “That’s how I know you high too! You always have a look in your eye like you got dirty thoughts on your mind.”

Jordan looked at the door and noticed it was locked. Reina must’ve foresaw him trying to get frisky.

“Then you start pushing up on me and…”

Jordan put his arms around his wife and pushed her against her desk from behind.

“Then you whisper some shit in my ear that just--”

“I wanna eat your pussy.” He said softly as he inhaled the scent of her hair and ran his hands down both her thighs. His words caused her to intake a breath and his fingers began to wrap around her butt.

“See, you need to go home mister, this is a place of business.” She whispered, arching her back to press the fullness of her big ass into his lap. She gasped when she felt the bugle in his pants.

“Yeah, but I’m hungry and you didn’t make me lunch.” He whispered back.

“I did make you lunch! Yo high ass probably didn’t see it cuz you was smokin’!”

“I did one bowl. Then I thought I’d eat some chicken and rice and couldn’t find it, so now I’m hungry for something else.” He prepared to go down on his knees when she turned around and pulled him back up.

“Jordan! Behave sweetheart.”

“You don’t want me to eat your pussy?”

Another intake and Reina was rolling her eyes now as well, “I would love for you to eat my pussy, but maybe when I get home.”

“So you do want me to eat your pussy?”

“No! Jordan, you’re not listening, you’re only hearing what you wanna hear.”

“So you don’t want me to?” He started pulling up her skirt slowly.

“When I get home.” She watched him lick his lips and wanted so badly to suck on that wicked tongue of his. But she knew if she did, it would get him started even more than he already was.

“Do what when you get home?” He took one breast in his hand and gripped it, while palming her ass with the other hand.

“Oh my god.” Reina lowered her eyes as she felt her cheeks grow hot. “Eat me.”

“Eat what? Tell me.”

“Jordan…”

“Tell me and I’ll go right now and leave you alone.”

She knew it was a trap before she even said anything. Reina never really used the word “pussy” as often as she did until she met Jordan. She would say “cookie” or “kitty” or “sweet spot.” But something about the way “pussy” sounded coming from her mouth, always drove her husband insane. So when she told him, “I’ll let you eat my pussy when I get home,” Jordan went into a frenzy and snatched her around and bent her over her desk. Reina begged for him to stop, pleading with him to wait, but did nothing really to stop her husband from pulling up her skirt, getting on his knees and pulling her panties to the side. He started slow and licked her like an ice cream cone. Kissing her opening gently and flicking her clit with his tongue. Spreading her ass and lips while he rolled his tongue inside her and made circles.

It took every ounce of Reina’s self-control not to scream and shout. Instead her mouth hung open silent and her lips trembling. Her mind was racing, full of thoughts of being caught, someone knocking on the door, her phone going off, or not being able to keep quiet while she came on her husband’s face. She knew Jordan was going to start something. She knew it. She had thought to leave the door unlocked and hope he behaved but quickly changed her mind and for good reason. They’d have no distractions so long as she managed to stay quiet.

“Ooooh fuck!” She whispered, breathing hard, gripping her desk and squirming; trying  to get away from her husband’s grip. Though he just followed her movements flawlessly while still licking her and eating her with his hands holding each of her butt cheeks. “Oh fuck! Ok, ok!” She inhaled slowly and her voice trembled while Jordan began humming. “You--”

She jumped when her phone went off and sat down on Jordan’s face thinking he was her chair.

Jordan snapped his head away to catch his breath, “Damn girl.”

“Sorry! Sorry! My phone scared me.”

It continued to ring and the annoying bell was filling the empty and silent room; aside from both Reina and Jordan’s breathing.

“Answer it.”

“What?!” She turned around to him, trying to pull up her skirt down.

“Answer it.” He pushed her skirt back up and pulled her hips to him.

“Jordan, I’m not gonna--”

“If you don’t answer it, they gon wonder what’s going on and come lookin’ for you. And I ain’t done yet. Answer it.” He put his hands behind him and propped himself up while tilting his head back. “Sit on my face.”

The words sent a bolt of desire through the space between her legs.

“Jordan--”

“Sit on my face and answer the phone.”

Her hand leapt out and picked up the receiver to her work phone. “Hello?” She said after clearing her throat; trying to sound professional and not like she was just getting her pussy ate.

“Hey Rei, is our boy still here? I wanted to get him to look at some stuff.” Steve said on the other end.

“Steve… Jordan is…”

“Waiting for his wife to sit on his face.” He whispered, spanking her and slapping her ass, causing her to jump with each smack.

She sighed and finally spread her legs and squatted down on her husband’s waiting, wanting, watering mouth.

“He left already?” Steve asked.

“Huh?” Reina’s breathing quickened, “No… he just… had to eat something so… he’s stuffing his face.” She began to grind and shake her ass in his face; biting her lip.

“Oh well maybe he can take a look at them while he’s eating.”

Reina let out a soft moan and covered her mouth when Jordan started slapping her ass cheeks while she shook.

“Hold it up.” Jordan whispered.

Reina stood on her heels and stood still, “Oh he’s too busy Steve.”

Jordan’s tongue wormed its way into Reina’s wet hole and rolled and waved inside her while he nodded his head to match the motion. Reina shook violently and gripped the table in response; trying to stay on her feet and still make no sound.

“Well tell him to come see me before he leaves ok.” Steve said, though Reina only understood every other word.

She nodded and slammed the phone down, fumbling for the hook and failing miserably. Finally she managed to hang up the phone and immediately put her head on the desk as she scrambled her hands around, clawing at air as she came on her husband’s face again. After twenty more minutes of that amazing agony, Jordan finally had his fill and decided to leave; helping his wife straighten up of course before departing. As they opened her office door, Steve came walking up.

“Hey, finally done eatin’?” Steve asked.

Jordan eyes his wife and her face reddens as she looks away. “Yeah, done eatin’.”