Taking You Down

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Although his competitive rage had not abated much, for the first time Grey felt stung by Bree's retort. Somehow, her words cut close to the bone, but he wan't sure why. She had been right about one thing: he was sporting a very definite hard-on, but he attributed that to his overall level of arousal around their fight, not that he was "salivating" after her. Hardly!

Or, was he? By the end of their first month as employees they had become rivals, with that rivalry headed toward outright hostility. But, he was remembering now, that wasn't the first thought that he had had about her. He remembered the first time he saw her in a meeting, dressed in a blouse not unlike the one that she was wearing today - just not quite so tight - and her seemingly ever-present pencil skirt - Jesus, how many pencils skirts did this woman own, anyway? His first thought wasn't about her as a potential competitor, it was simply, "Mmm...very fuckable!"

Grey grabbed a sandwich on the way home to his apartment, shed his suit and dress shirt for designer jeans and a polo shirt, and threw himself down on the couch exhausted. This escalating confrontation was wearing him out. He replayed the day over and over in his head

A thought began to gnaw at his mind. He was right about the two things that he had told her, namely, first, that he never lost a competition and didn't intend to lose this one, and second, that he had won and she had lost. She claimed that she had won as many times as he had, but that was bullshit. He was VP, not her, and as he told her, the CEO was not going to fire him over an allegation that Grey had sabotaged his competitor. So, given that he had won, why was he still so insistent on beating his rival? He could easily have her transferred to another division; he probably could have her fired. So, why was he hanging on to this personal battle so intensely?

Then, it struck him. At some level he liked it; he didn't want it to end. But why? And, if that was true for him, was it possibly true for Bree as well?

Grey's emotions were now swirling around his head in confusing ways. He just couldn't stand it any more. A crazy, impulse crossed his mind, and he acted on it.Years ago when they were working on a project, he and Bree has exchanged cell phone numbers. He still had hers. He pulled up her number from his contact list and sent a text:

Bree, this has got to stop. I'm tired of taking shit from you and I'm equally tired of giving you shit. I'm coming over to your apartment. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Whatever it takes to end this ruinous back-and-forth, let's end it right tonight. If we can't do that, one of us will have to quit the firm. If you choose not to answer your door, I will understand and I won't hold it against you as your boss, but our dysfunction won't end either.

Grey grabbed his car keys and sped over to Bree's neighborhood. As predicted he was there in less than 15 minutes. Pulling himself up to his full height, he knocked on her apartment door. He had absolutely no idea where this was all going.

 

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Bree stared at the messaged reading it for the fifth time. Grey couldn't just want a truce...or maybe he did to secure his position. True, the back and forth was getting a bit tedious, but... She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. She had just showered and envisioned a relaxing day at home so all she wore was those oversized shirts that went a little just below her crotch she bought just for these moments of relaxation without anything underneath. Besides, her hair was still wet and she had no intentions of drying it off with a blow dryer.

Grumbling, she pulled a pair of plain cotton panties and hung a scarf behind her neck to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. To hell with Grey if she didn't look presentable. As she debated on weather or not to wear shorts, there was a knock on the door. Shrugging she eschewed the shorts thinking that the visit would be a short one anyway and opened the door.

Out of his suit, Grey looked much more attractive without the corporate trappings that made her think of their rivalry. Coming in like this, he looked more like just a man than a corporate go-getter.

"If you're not going to scream or cuss at me, you can come in." She closed the door behind him and led him to the sofa. "Tea? Cocoa? Sorry, I don't have coffee."

She restrained herself from telling him off as her curiosity about his actions got the best of her, walking over to her pantry preparing two cups. As she reached the top shelf, Grey could almost see her ass cheeks if he looked, but Bree was oblivious as she focused more on preparing something for them than continuing the tease in the office.

 

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Though it was only seconds from the time that he knocked on Bree's door until she opened it, to Grey time had slowed down. It seemed more like hours. And for all of those "hours" he was obsessed by one thought: What the fuck am I doing here? Why have I come?

Driving over Grey had been only vaguely aware that he had the beginnings of an erection, but he was so focused on the uncertainty of his motives and desires he barely noticed. Had he bothered to think about it, he would have presumed that Bree wouldn't be dressed in her standard office attire. He had never seen her dressed in any other fashion. But even had this thought crossed his mind, he would have never been prepared for what he saw when Bree answered the door. Her oversized shirt barely covered her ass, her long, well-toned, bare legs were full displayed. The large shirt didn't hug her tightly like the blouse that she had worn earlier, but Grey had seen her enough to imagine easily what the softer outlines of her shirt hid beneath.

If you're not going to scream or cuss at me, you can come in.

By the time Grey quietly started to say "No, I'm not here to scream or cuss", she was already leading him to the sofa and asking about his beverage choice. "Tea, please, thank you," was the most that he could get out. Sitting on the sofa as Bree reached to get cups Grey caught only part of a glimpse of her shirt riding up her thighs, but the glimpse was enough to nearly overwhelm him.

Grey had respectfully taken a seat at one of the far ends of Bree's sofa, allowing plenty of room between them if she chose to also sit there. Taking a few polite sips of tea, he began. "Um...I know this is sudden and no doubt odd, but I didn't ask to come here with a specific plan or anything. As I was running over everything that happened today at the office, I came to the realization that, for some reason, I am hanging on to you and I fighting long after I should have just let it go. I...I...I don't know why, but I'm hoping that together we can figure out a way to just make it stop."

Grey realized that he was reiterating for Bree what he had concluded, almost as though he were reading from a script. His body and his emotions were doing something else, though. He couldn't keep his eyes off her body. He became aware that his gaze was running up and down her in a way that was likely not very subtle.

All of a sudden he was hit by a full epiphany with such force that he stopped nearly mid-sentence, gazing at her. It all made sense to him now, not just the last few days, but countless uncomfortable interactions over years.

Grey rose quickly from the couch, his face and body flushed with emotion. "Jesus," he exclaimed, "holy shit! Bree, it just came clear to me suddenly why I'm holding on to these intense interactions with you. My God!, Bree, I want you....I mean...I want you...as a woman."

Before Bree could respond, Grey turned toward the door and said, "Shit, Bree...I'm sorry, I'm sure this is not what you expected or wanted to hear or is welcome. It's best if I leave."

 

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"holy shit! Bree, it just came clear to me suddenly why I'm holding on to these intense interactions with you. My God!, Bree, I want you....I mean...I want you...as a woman."

Bree's eyes widened and she felt old feelings rise from where she buried them a long time ago. Her heart skipped and something inside her snapped. He saw her as a woman. He--

"Shit, Bree...I'm sorry, I'm sure this is not what you expected or wanted to hear or is welcome. It's best if I leave."


Her mouth hung as he started to leave. He'd confess so suddenly and leave her just like that? What was that? She growled and strode toward him grabbing his forearm and pushing him on the wall of the hallway.

"The hell was that, Grey? Just be a man and take responsibility for your words." She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to kiss him. In shock and surprise, it was understandable that Grey wasn't able to respond immediately, and Bree cut it short before he could gather his wits and kiss her back.

Noses touching and breathing deeply, Bree pressed herself against Grey. "I thought this Columbia boy doesn't like losing?" she whispered huskily. "I've always liked you, and now that I got you to confess first, does that mean I win and you lose? Or is this just the beginning of another competition?" She grinned teasing him as her hand snaked to his crotch feeling his growing manhood.

 

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Before he could process what was going on Bree was pushing him against the inside wall of her apartment. Her push was so rough that his first thought was that she was trying to physically push him out into the hall.

Just be a man and take responsibility for your words.

He quickly realized that her actions were something of an attack, but not one with hostile intent. Their kiss...really her kiss.. was so fast and so fleeting that Grey had no time to respond although he instantly yearned to do so.

I thought this Columbia boy doesn't like losing? I've always liked you, and now that I got you to confess first, does that mean I win and you lose? Or is this just the beginning of another competition?

Shit! She was taunting him once again. For an instant Grey considered the possibility that Bree was teasing him with no intent other than to continue their banter, notwithstanding that her physical moves suggested something very different. Her hand snaking down to his crotch put an end to any such misgivings.

All of the competitive rage, personal hostility and strange attraction to Bree that Grey had discovered now coalesced entirely into pure lust. His rapid arousal and Bree's actions signaled to Grey that nothing about this incipient erotic encounter was going to be gentle. They were both way too worked up for that.

Trying to control his breathing with Bree's hand on his bulging crotch, Grey kept their noses touching and growled back, "Oh...the Yale girl still wants to have a competition? The only prize left now is to see who can fuck who the hardest, and I'm determined not to lose that one." Grey used his left hand to push Bree back away from him just far enough to open up enough space between them so that he could run his right hand up grab her left breast through her shirt. He squeezed hard as he slammed his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue inside, hungrily seeking hers in return.

 

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Bree couldn't help but let out a moan as Grey squeezed her breast, shooting a pleasure down her crotch. In that same instant, his mouth covered hers and she involuntarily squeezed him as tingles went down her spine. His tongue invaded her mouth and for a moment, she let him explore before her own tongue pushed back against his, locking them in a battle. Her right hand snaked around the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair pressing him toward her more.

Bree knew this was going to be rough and she moaned into his mouth as he continued to maul her left breast, groaning when his hand brushed against her hard nipple. Even through the thin layer of shirt that separated their skin, she could feel his rough hands as her soft breast filled it. And if it wasn't for his hand on her, she would be rubbing her body against him.

It had been so long since she was laid. After dawdling on her first year and nearly losing her scholarship, she focused so much on her studies, and then on work not wanting to lose to Grey, that she never had time for herself. Not even one night stands. If this went where it seemed to be going, he would be her first in nearly a decade.

She let go of his crotch and pushed him back against the wall breaking the kiss, breathing hard. Letting go of his head, she held the hem of his shirt as she opened the top buttons with her teeth, grazing his exposed chest with her lips. Grinning up at him she pulled up his shirt stopping as his hand on her breast was in the way.

"Take it off," she purred into his collarbone.

 

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Three things that aroused Grey the most during sex were his lover's moans, energetic tongue kissing bordering on a hostile attack and having his cock squeezed. Bree was doing all three in a matter of seconds. He hadn't had sex in over a year, and hadn't been this hot in years before that.

Bree's opening of the top button of his shirt with her teeth revealed a sensuality in her that Grey had not even guessed at. Wild images of the next few minutes flooded his mind.

Take it off

Grey didn't have to be asked twice. He stopped crushing Bree's breast and helped her remove his shirt, all the time kicking off his shoes. He returned her favor, moving his hands to to the top button of her shirt and starting to unbutton it. His hands were large; fine movements were never his strength. He was too aroused to concentrate on being careful. He fumbled the unbuttoning once.. twice...a third time. "Fuck it!" he growled in frustration. With one quick move, Grey grabbed each side of the top front of Bree's shirt and pulled hard. Buttons popped or just gave way. In seconds, her shirt fell open exposing her perfectly-sized breasts and her now rock-hard nipples. With another quick move, he slid her shirt off of her shoulders.

Grey resumed his hard fondling of Bree's breast, this time concentrating on the other one. With is free hand he took her hand and placed it on his belt buckle as he pulled them close.

"Your turn," he whispered huskily into her ear.

 

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Buttons flew everywhere in the hallway making her gasp. And as he bared her to him in nothing but her white cotton panties wet with her juices, she groaned feeling him paw at her other breast.

"Damn. I liked that shirt..." She moaned as he squeezed her again.

Moments later, she felt her hands at his belt buckle and she sighed wanting to feel more of him.

"Your turn."

Bree made quick work of his belt and jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. One look at his cock and she knew he would not lack for anything. She caressed him in her hand running down his length, down to his balls, feeling the weight in her hands. She rubbed him up and down a few more times, feeling his cock twitch and come alive in her hands.

Grinning, she let go of him and stepped away, taking his hand away from her breast and in her hand, pulling him to the fining area before pushing him to one of the chairs. She knelt before him and kissed his neck down his chest, lips leaving a hot trail, occasionally licking and biting to make him squirm. Grasping his cock in her hand, he looked up at him as she stopped at the bottom of his abs.

She licked the tip of his head and then withdrew. "You want my mouth around your cock? Want me to suck you? Admit defeat and beg me." She gave him another lick as she gave his balls a light squeeze.

 

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Grey continued to maul Bree's breasts as she quickly undid his belt and slid off both his jeans and underwear. To keep things even, in one quick move he slid her cotton panties over her hips allowing them to fall to the floor where she could step out of them.

Bree's hand on his cock nearly sent Grey over the edge. He couldn't remember when his cock had felt this hard; it was actually painful, though in an enjoyable way. As she lightly stroked his cock, he changed his fondling of her breasts to more of a light tease, matching what she was doing to him.

When Bree began to move them he guessed that she was either going to lead them to the couch or her bedroom. When he realized that she was pushing them toward the dining area he was at first confused, but when she sat him on the chair and got on her knees, it was clear where she was going - and, God, he really loved it.

You want my mouth around your cock? Want me to suck you? Admit defeat and beg me.

If Grey hadn't been so hotly aroused he would have laughed heartily. It was instantly clear to him: This was not a hostile taunt like they had both thrown at each other oh so recently. Bree was teasing him playfully. "Two can play at this game," he quietly told himself.

As Bree gave his balls a light squeeze, Grey bent over as far as he could while still sitting. With his left hand on her shoulder, he pushed her back just slightly, allowing him to slide his right hand down her chest, being sure to swipe her hard nipple as he went. He paused teasingly when his hand reached her belly button, then plunged his hand down to find her wet clit. He flicked her clit with his fingers in much the same manner as she had just lightly squeezed his balls.

His mouth now close to Bree's ear he whispered, trying not to gasp too much, "Of course I want your mouth around my cock, just like you want my cock deep inside you. Yes, Yalie...please...please suck my cock...you win."

Grey drew back to a sitting position. He watched excitedly as Bree moved her mouth to suck him. As she began, he had to summon all of his strength to have enough breath to speak clearly. "For now...you win...just for now...in a few minutes when I fuck you so hard you scream, we'll see who wins then, won't we?"

 

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Bree could feel her whole body on fire even as Grey took his hand from her clit, but she grinned up at him showing none of it as her hand rubbed him up and down.

"For now...you win...just for now...in a few minutes when I fuck you so hard you scream, we'll see who wins then, won't we?"

"Ah, but you see," she gave him a teasing lick, "I don't intend to let you win." She took the head of his cock and sucked it before releasing him again rubbing his length on her cheek. "And since it's not easy to determine a winner, the one who surrenders the most loses. And now that I have you by the balls both literally and figuratively, this will be easy. One point for me."

She squeezed his balls lightly as her mouth took his head and sucked at him slowly taking more of him in. Her moaning vibrated his shaft as her tongue rubbed his length the further she went down. Her hands held onto his thighs her thumbs going in lazy circles on his inner thigh as her head bobbed up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her hot mouth.

Fuck! He was so big, it took a lot of concentration for her to take his whole length in without gagging. And knowing how big he was, she could not help but imagine how he would feel inside her. She moaned around his cock as the thought crossed her mind, sucking him and bobbing her head faster. Her body was crying out to cum over and over and make up for all the years she had not had sex, but she didn't want to lose. Not after she issued such a challenge. But fuck! Her pussy was on fire. She wanted to cum hard--cum hard many times, but she intended for him to continue begging so she could win.

But she also knew Grey. He would try to find ways to win. To make her beg, so for as long as she was in this position, she was going to milk points from him as much as she could.

Suddenly she released him and stroke him with one hand. "Surrender and tell me you want to cum. I won't continue unless you beg me to." As she waited, she kissed his balls and started licking them sensually, tongue stroking around and under him before taking a little into her mouth and sucking them. "Well?"

 

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Every one of Bree's moves only made Grey hotter. Shit! She was really good at the tease, knowing just when to speed up, just when to slow down.

Surrender and tell me you want to cum. I won't continue unless you beg me to.

Fuck! She had that right; his cock was now twitching with anticipation and swelling even harder than before. He did want to cum, and bad. Ordinarily, he would have just enjoyed it, let himself cum as he stimulated her in some way, hoping to produce the same, then take a brief rest before they could start round two. But, she wasn't giving up, damn her. She had issued a challenge. Grey never lost. He was not about to beg even if it meant that his balls exploded.

Grey knew that he had to get Bree to the same level of arousal as he. Maybe neither of them could "win", but they might be able to fight to a draw. And, he realized, this was possible. Bree was feigning that she was just working calmly and methodically, but in those few moments when their gazes met, he could see the lust that was burning within her.

Fortunately for Grey's plan Bree's dining area had a reasonably soft carpet. With one quick move he rose slightly from his chair, so quickly that the chair skidded back and tipped over. In a moment he was down on his knees, nearly face-to-face with Bree but with his larger size looming over her. In his sudden move Bree's hands were no longer on his balls; she didn't have time to recover quickly. Grey slid each of his arms down and under Bree's armpits. Simply leaning forward in a fall, he was now on top of Bree, most of his weight on her.

Grey moved his hips quickly to position his big, rock-hard cock against Bree's slimy, wet clit and the upper part of her pussy. With her pinned he began to rock his hips so that the shaft of his cock slid back and forth, grinding his cock on her clit.

His own moves made him so hot hat Grey could hardly control himself. Summoning all of the strength that he could, he grabbed Bree's hair hard in one hand, raised his head and torso far enough that he could look her in the eyes. He stopped his hip moves suddenly, grinned and said, "Surrender and tell me that you want to cum. I won't fuck you unless you do." He gave small bump with his hips against hers. "Well?"

 

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Bree closed her eyes feeling the heat of his hard cock rubbing against her. He gripped her hair and she felt his desire through it. Their eyes met as her breathing quickened and then he stopped making sigh in frustration.

"Surrender and tell me that you want to cum. I won't fuck you unless you do."

She gasped as she felt his hard strength against hers and grinned as he asked, "Well?"

"Hmmm...you think I'm going to give in?" Oh yes, she was definitely horny, but if he thought that was all she needed to beg him, he had another thing coming. He might have the upper hand in their position and in strength, but she knew how to manipulate cocks. "I can see you bursting, Grey. I can feel your cock is so hard you're ready to explode. But you see, I can hold out. Unlike you. I'm a slow burn."

Which was half of the truth. While it did take her a while to get there, once she did, she would not be able to control herself. But that wasn't something he wanted him to know. Not yet, anyway.

To back up her bravado, she wrapped her ankles around his waist and pressed her mound against his cock, her soft lips sandwiching him. She locked him in place, not wanting him to rub against her. God! The heat of him was slowly getting to her, but without the proper stimulation, she wasn't going anywhere.

"What say, we up the stakes, hm?" Bree said confidently, knowing that he was so much nearer his orgasm than she was. "Whoever cums gives the other five more points. Or are you scared you're going to automatically lose this?" She ground her hips against him three times to make a point as his cock slid up and down between her folds, coating it even more with her juices.

 

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Bree's gasp confirmed for Grey that he was on the right track. She was hot alright; one way or the other they were going to finish this off with gusto.

I can feel your cock is so hard you're ready to explode. But you see, I can hold out. Unlike you. I'm a slow burn.

Damn, it, though. Grey knew that she was right. She already had her ankles wrapped around his waist and was wedging his throbbing cock between the folds of her labia. They hadn't even started fucking yet and he was damn near ready to explode.

Then she hit him with a surprise: Whoever cums gives the other five more points. Grey hadn't thought of a contest of points. That gave him an idea.

Gritting his teeth as he tried to keep himself from cumming as she ground her hips against him, Grey pulled even harder on her hair and started to nip her with his teeth from her shoulder to her neck and up to her ear. Through grunts in response to her hip movements he hissed, "You're on for five points on this condition. After I cum first and have drained much of my passion while you haven't even cum yet, we have a bet that I can make you cum so many times at one point each that you'll wish you hadn't even thought of the points competition.

Having finished his taunt Grey used all of his superior strength to draw back his hips enough to force Bree's legs to lose their hold on him. The two of them were now so well-aligned that simply by leaning forward Grey's hot cock slid into her wet slit, his whole shaft buried within her right up to his balls. Before Bree could reposition herself defensively, he slid his other arm under her armpit and around to grip her shoulder from the back so that she would feel the full effect of any thrust that he made.

No longer trying to not be the first to cum, Grey needed no restraint. Still holding Bree strongly by the hair with his other hand, he began to take long, hard-driving thrusts in and out of her, their hips colliding with loud, punishing smacks, each one accompanied by Grey's loud, animalistic grunts.

 

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You're on for five points on this condition. After I cum first and have drained much of my passion while you haven't even cum yet, we have a bet that I can make you cum so many times at one point each that you'll wish you hadn't even thought of the points competition."

Crap! Bree couldn't think of anything else as she realized she might be on the losing end of this bet. She struggled and squirmed testing for a weakness in his hold, but he wasn't giving even a hint of weakness. Coupled with how much stronger he was than her, she was not in a position to escape if he wanted to force orgasms out of her. But as a small ray of hope, his hands were preoccupied with keeping her there, so that was something she might be able to take advantage of.

"Or, you could admit you're all talk and you'll be too spent after going once," she taunted back before a gasp escaped her lips as he dove deep inside her. She didn't know if he was just really big or if she had gone so long without sex that he just seemed so huge but he filled her. Stretched her and touched every sensitive part inside her.

Bree tried to breathe deeply and slowly as he thrust hard against her trying to keep the slowly rising heat at bay. Turned on and wet as she was, he easily slid in and out of her as his pelvis hit her clit and his cock rubbed against her g-spot. A fire was slowly building inside her as every thrust and grunt conveyed his desire and need. Still, she tried to control herself, as futile as the exercise was becoming. Her breasts shook with each thrust, her ass jiggled every time his balls slapped against her. It was all she could do to keep the moans from escaping her lips.

Fuck! Grey was fucking her as she lay helpless in her own home, and she loved every moment of it. She should be outraged, but she couldn't deny that there was something hugely appealing about a man who was capable and got what he wanted without being a mysoginistic prick. He recognized her abilities and respected that, but at the same time, he didn't let her being a woman stop her from getting what he wanted.

With the angle of her head, she could see between her legs, fallen to either side of him sometime when he started thrusting into her. She saw his cock sawing in and out of her as wet smacking sounds filled the room with his grunts and her loud breathing. It was so hot, the furnace inside her heated up another notch. She hissed trying to keep herself from spiraling out of control, but she could feel her pussy pulse and tingle with a need that she had long neglected giving it. She needed Grey to cum quickly or risk getting herself to the point of no return. She trust her hips against him in rhythm to try and get him to cum faster.

"That's it, Grey. Cum for me. Lose for me," she grinned at him, her voice slowly becoming breathy with each thrsut that shook her body. "Cum for me, Grey."

 

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After the first thrust of Bree's hips Grey knew that he couldn't hold on for more than one or two more.

That's it, Grey. Cum for me. Lose for me, Cum for me, Grey.

That did it. On their next thrust Grey exploded into Bree's waiting, soaking wet pussy accompanied, not surprisingly, by a loud "Aaarrrggghhh!". But surprisingly with repeated shouts of "Yes, Bree, yes!!...yes!! yes!!". If Grey ever heard her "lose for me" taunt, it was now completely forgotten in the midst of his mind-blowing, body-shaking orgasm.

It took a more than few seconds for Grey to recover enough breath and mental power to even think about what to do next. Part of his body would have liked to become utterly relaxed. But there was still more to do. The fact that this was still a competition returned to him quickly. In addition, despite his mind-blowing orgasm, he wasn't finished. Grey hadn't had sex since a one-night stand nearly a year ago. Beside him, or in fact beneath him, lay a hot woman who looked like she was ready to explode herself.

Summoning his strength as he recovered from his orgasm, in one quick move Grey rolled off of Bree, his still rock-hard cock emerging from her pussy covered with the juices of their sex. He rolled both of them over so that he was laying behind her, side-by-side with his cock ready to slip back into her pussy. They were both so wet it took no effort to enter her.

Once back inside her Grey slid his right hand down Bree's stomach, ending up with his fingers wrapped around her clit. He again grabbed her hair with his other hand pulling her head around so that they were face-to-face. He started a very slow in-and-out rhythm with his hips, matching that rhythm exactly with his finger on her clit.

Staring down at Bree nearly nose-to-nose as he continued his slow thrusts and clit massage he said, "I know you want me Bree. Just say how: slow and teasing, or long build-up, or hard and fast - your choice. I can now go all night long."

Grey jerked Bree's head back and slammed his mouth onto hers, thrusting his tongue hungrily inside. He broke after just a few seconds to growl, "Cum for me, Bree, any way you want, just cum for me!"

 

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Bree kept her breathing even throughout the whole time he fucked her, but the heat was turning up. She wanted to just let go, but she did not want to lose to Grey. Not again. She had lost too many times already and she didn't want to lose this one. Thankfully, he quickly came inside her and rolled off her. She took a quick, shaky breath, trying to get back her bearings.

But Gray didn't give her time. Instead, he re-positioned her too quickly for her to react. She started to move away from him but his fingers on her clit stopped her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her control was slowly being eaten away as he thrust back into her so easily. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into the fierce eyes of her rival and the object of her attraction.

She clenched her jaw as he started moving, getting wetter and hotter around him as she began to get tighter.

Bree couldn't hold it any longer and let out a gasp as he pinched her clit, and then a small moan escaped her lips as he returned back to massaging. She immediately clamped her mouth even as he sawed in and out of her agonizingly slowly letting the pressure build in her. His relentless rhythmic sawing made her let out another moan and he dived into her mouth. She didn't respond trying to hold to the last vestiges of her sanity

"I know you want me Bree. Just say how: slow and teasing, or long build-up, or hard and fast - your choice. I can now go all night long."

"N-no...I don't...want..." she stopped as she let out another moan. He used that timing to claim her mouth again and she felt her tongue inside her. Her tongue battled him, as if pushing him out, but they both knew she was just as hungrily tasting him.

That was it. He broke through her control. Her hips started moving against him.

"Cum for me, Bree, any way you want, just cum for me!"

He gave her clit another pinch and she came. It wasn't a torrent or an explosion but she tightened around him and her body shook moaning as she orgasmed. The doors were finally unlocked and her self-inflicted sexual denial had finally caught up.

She looked at him, her eyes softer, almost pleading. "Tease me, fuck me roughly. Treat me like your fuck toy, Grey and I'll cum for you."

 

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Grey was working methodically, knowing that having had a heavy orgasm he was more in control than Bree was. After he threw her taunt back at her, commanding her to cum for him, he began to feel like he had the upper hand.

He felt her cum. "Good," he thought, "that's one point for me." Grey knew, though, that Bree's orgasm was not the main event. This was just a build up for the next one assuming that he kept on stimulating her.

Grey continued his teasing, slowly fucking her as he massaged her clit gently, waiting for Bree to respond to his question about how she wanted to fuck. Given their history that had led up to this encounter and her approach to him, he never thought that she was going to want a slow build-up. He imagined something like "Fuck me hard", but he wasn't prepared for what he heard.

Tease me, fuck me roughly. Treat me like your fuck toy, Grey and I'll cum for you.

Two thoughts exploded in Grey's mind. First, he was on track to win another point, and second, he definitely didn't have to be asked twice.

Grey was used to this sexual position, it being his former girlfriend's favorite, a woman who was not very different in size from Bree. Consequently, he knew almost perfectly how far he could pull his hips back and still leave the head of his thick cock embedded between Bree's labia. Grey pulled back fully, paused half a second, then thrust back so hard and fast that his groin hitting her ass made a loud smack. To add to that he gave her clit a hard pinch at the same time.

His breath now a gasp he grunted to Bree, "How's that for starts?" He didn't wait for her answer. Taking only slightly shorter strokes Grey began to pound her repeatedly, driving his cock hard into her over and over, the sounds of flesh-on-flesh filling the room. He was now fucking Bree so hard that both he and she let out loud groans at each thrust. Still holding her hair tightly in his left hand, he used his right hand to alternately rub her clit roughly or grab and squeeze her right breast hard.

Grey could feel Bree tightening around his engorged cock. He could feel the huge tension throughout her body, just waiting to be released. Shortening up his strokes even more, he began to pound her at double his previous speed.

Nearly yelling, he grunted, "Now, fuck toy! Now! Now! Now!

 

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One point...the words barely registered in her mind. At the back of her mind, she knew she should struggle to get out of this. She couldn't let him win again. But the raw desire and need that burst through the dam he broke silenced the thought.

Bree felt him pull out, not fully, but to the point that he was barely inside her. She whimpered. Her sexual frustration bottled up over the years uncontained. She needed him inside her. She wanted him inside her. But before she could say anything, he slammed into her hard, her clit at the mercy of his fingers. She yelped, gasping. Yes! It was what she needed. But before she could say anything, he pulled so far out again only to have him crashing back into her. Over and over he fucked her hard and fast and she could barely let out any word as she grunted, groaned and moaned with every thrust, and with every move of his fingers against her clit and his hands mauling her breast.

Her pussy tightened around him, her juices leaking out and drenching both of them. Already she was as tight as her first orgasm, but as he went faster and harder, she tightened even more around him even with shorter strokes. Her pussy trying to milk him of his cum as well.

"Now, fuck toy! Now! Now! Now!

His words sent a jolt from his mouth to her ear, down her spine and finally to her pussy exploding in a raging fire. Bree screamed her orgasm, her body jerking as she tightened around him like a vise, quivering around his cock as she came uncontrollably. The only intelligible word that came out from her lips was her screaming his name: "GREY!"

 

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Bree's violent orgasm and her pussy tightening on his cock like vise nearly tipped Grey over the edge yet again. He had not realized how much his hard fucking of Bree had stimulated him as well.

GREY!

It was all that he could do not not cum. Fortunately for him, Bree was so wrapped up in her own spasms that she didn't seem to have time to notice his quick breathing and low moans that subsided only a few moments before she regained what might be called consciousness.

Despite the fact that Grey was thoroughly enjoying the repeated sexual encounters that he and Bree were having, he wanted to claim the point that he had just won. Bree's pussy was relaxing now some and they were both covered in their own juices. With both of them winding down and only making small movements, the friction on his cock was not too great; he was able to dial back without cumming.

Grey knew, though, that in only a few moments Bree would return to thinking about their contest. He decided that the safest place at the moment would be for him to stay insider of her. If he pulled out with his cock still very much erect, Bree might well think of giving him a hard hand job that he couldn't resist.

Still lying behind her and implanted deeply into her womanhood, Grey raised himself up and began to kiss Bree gently on her forehead, face and lips, holding her body close to his, more affectionately than erotically. He searched for something to say, then, surprisingly, found something. His breathing now almost back to normal, he said quietly:

"Bree, a half hour or so ago when this all began and you grabbed me and kissed me you said, 'I've always liked you.' Well, Bree, actually, believe it or not, I've always kind of liked you as well."

A mere 30 seconds ago Grey's only goal was to preserve the point he had won. After his comment, he wasn't sure what he wanted.

 

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Bree laid down on the floor of her kitchen, her body still quivering in the aftermath of her orgasm. It had been such a long time since she had known such pleasure and Grey hadn't held back and gave it to her. And even after that, he still didn't cum as she felt his still-hard cock inside her. She let out a little moan as the thought of her needy pussy enveloping him made her feel horny all over again. But she didn't move. Instead, she lay there feeling his warmth around her.

It felt nice. Really nice.

She was still trying to get her bearings back when she felt Grey move. He kissed her so tenderly, it was quite the opposite of his earlier mad thrusting, it sent shivers down her spine. And then Grey spoke to her:

"Bree, a half hour or so ago when this all began and you grabbed me and kissed me you said, 'I've always liked you.' Well, Bree, actually, believe it or not, I've always kind of liked you as well."

Bree looked him. Focused on his eyes. She saw honesty and that made her heart flutter. She smiled and kissed him on the lips, a finger tracing his jawline.

"Kind of?" she raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously. "You just kind of like me? How can I ever ask you to be my boyfriend if you just kind of like me? And how did you ever get your position with that kind of hesitation? Well, if this is the new Grey, watch out. I'll be taking your post soon. And don't forget, I still have six points compared to your two." She squirmed against him and squeezed his cock a bit with her pussy. "And it looks like if I continue this, you'd be cumming again. And that will be Seven to two. And even if you still make me cum, it will be seven to three."

Bree couldn't help but lapse back into a light-hearted banter. Grey's prevarication sent her wondering if he was aggressive only in the workplace. Not that she didn't like his sweet soft side, she loved it. But she had been attracted to him because he knew what he wanted and he was not afraid to get it. And if she was going into a relationship again, she didn't want to be the more aggressive one between them. That has happened before and it didn't turn out well for her.

 

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As Grey listened to Bree's banter he realized that, as far as this game went, she had him. He had gained two points, but she still had three points on him. There was no way in hell that he could ever make her cum three times w/o cumming himself.

You just kind of like me? How can I ever ask you to be my boyfriend if you just kind of like me?

Grey's head was spinning. "Boyfriend?" No more than an hour ago they were arch rivals, or at least so they both claimed. But the idea of actually having a dating relationship with Bree - and, based on the last hour, no doubt one with lots of mind-blowing sex - suddenly seemed very attractive. And, that led him to a wild idea about how to finally determine a winner. Grey couldn't, though, pass up the opportunity to continue their banter.

Still embedded deep inside her, Grey pulled himself up on his elbows and said with a big grin on is face, "Oh, really? You're now thinking that you may want me as your boyfriend? Just a few minutes ago, you told me to just treat you as my fuck toy. I guess you're easily won over with just a little sex now, aren't you. No wonder I beat you out at work; you probably held back because deep inside you had the hots for me."

Before Bree could say much in response, Grey continued. "OK, though, I admit you beat me at this game. You're too far ahead in points for me to ever catch up." But, now that we're going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, there's another problem. I can't be your boss and we be lovers at the same time. Company rules on that. So...I have a proposal.

Grey took deep breath before continuing. Let's take a week's vacation some where. Maybe a cabin in the mountains or a cottage at the beach. During that week whoever can make the other cum first without cumming him or herself gets a point. We add up the total when we get back home and to to our separate apartments. High score wins. If you win, I go to the CEO and ask for a transfer to another division and recommend to our boss that you be made VP of our division. If I win, the reverse: you ask for a transfer to another division. In that case, I'll promise to support you for VP in another division when a slot opens up.

Grey gave Bree a big squeeze. "So, champ, willing to play for some real stakes?"