The Finisher

She hated it when he talked to her like that. It was infuriating! That superior, know-it-all attitude he adopted whenever he had been cornered in a flop made her skin itch. And now, just a week later, he was doing it again.

“Max, you DO realize that the project it late because you haven’t completed your part of the code, don’t you,” Lita snapped. “I told you 3 days ago we were tracking behind deadline, and you STILL didn’t take it seriously!”

Max Badu shrugged his shoulders and poured himself a cup of ice water. He studied Rebecca over the rim of the frosted glass with the intensity of an entomologist encountering a new bug. Finally, he spoke.

“You’re the task lead on this project. I can’t help that you don’t know how to motivate your team.”

Lita felt the tips of her ears go hot. Max could be such a petulant child! What hadn’t she tried to motivate him? She held frequent team meetings, she tried coaching him, at one point her frustration with Max’s lax attitude drove her to schedule a meeting with the IT department head. Nothing had worked! Why didn’t he see that his attitude and bad work ethic was not just a reflection on himself, but on her ability to lead as well? Why couldn’t he just finish what he committed to?

Lita gave Max a beaten look. She knew what this was about, but it made her uncomfortable to admit it. Office relationships rarely work out, and there wasn’t a day that she didn’t kick herself for allowing one to bud between Max and her a year ago. It never got a chance to bloom, because Max Badu was just about as good at committing to the needs of a successful relationship as he was at his job. Charm got him in the door, but his unwillingness to focus on the essentials is kept him stagnant. Lita outgrew the relationship and soon outgrew him in rank at work. Max had never fully recovered from that. Nevertheless, how could she make him feel the defeat his infantile behavior was causing her?

She marched over to him in the break room, jaw tense and shoulder cocked back to give him a slap…but thought the better of it. No; that was not the way. Max was looking at her suspiciously, now that she was in his personal space, breathing his air, basking in his body’s heat.

The hairs on his beard were coiled tightly, each one sitting like its own universe set against his brown cheeks. Max had forgotten to brush his face…again. How could a man so brilliant neglect these kinds of details so frequently? Lita reached up and gently began to stroke his cheek, her fingertips making delicate scratching noises with each stroke. Max stood frozen. What was she up to?

“What are you…”

Lita claimed his mouth with a kiss, gobbling the end of his question with her full lips. Max stood stoic, unresponsive until her thumb found the tip of his left nipple and began to press upon it. That’s when he grabbed her by the waist and tugged her forward, pressing his erection into her hip, cupping her amble buttocks in his hands, devouring the sweetness of her mouth with his own. She tasted like Sprite and fried plantain. Lita pulled back suddenly. Her hands were expertly undoing the fly of his grey slacks. She guided his buckle to the floor and knelt before him. Now that she was eye-level with the tautness of his briefs, she freed they sinewy length of rigid flesh crammed within the cotton and took it in her hands.

Then she engulfed it in her mouth.

Max gasped in surprise. Lita had never given him head during their brief relationship. She had always said she was saving it for some day special. What was this? He hadn’t done anything to deserve…whatever this was. Max decided not to over-think it and lost himself in a fog of pleasure. He groaned when Lita slacked her grip on his length and began to focus on the dome of his erection, teasing it with her tongue, licking the delicate slit that divided it symmetrically, gliding down the length of it with puckered lips. When she swallowed him again, her mouth became a vortex of pulsating power…sucking…sucking…sucking and releasing, repeating again and again…pressure, pleasure, tension…

“Oh my gawd…” Max grunted. “I am SO close, Lita…”

That was the signal she needed.

Lita opened her mouth and let Max’s cock fall out of it with an undignified *pop*. He was bewildered.

“Wait. Wait! What are you doing? Why didn’t you finish?”

By now, Lita was on her feet, brushing her knees and straightening her skirt. She smiled at Max, who was now the picture of abjection with his trousers around his ankles and his dick querying what it was doing out in the cold.

“That’s the same question I have been asking you, Max. Why didn’t you finish? You see how confused you are feeling now? I feel like that every damned day!”

Max began to beg. “Okay, Lita. I get it. Okay? I’m sorry. But could you just – I mean…Please finish sha!”

Tsewww…

Lita scooped up the files she had been carrying from the end of day meeting and sauntered out of the break room, thankful that no one had walked in. What a risk! Max was still calling her name as she made for her desk.

“Lita. Lita! I’ll finish my code by tonight. Lita…did you hear me? Tonight!”

Lita’s lips turned upward in a satisfied grin as she popped in her earphones. No one better ever say she didn’t know how to motivate her team.