Ryan’s POV

As someone who often had to work from home, Ryan had always been very strict when in his study.

Especially when it came to attire. Despite nobody actually seeing him most of the time, he always made sure that he at least had a shirt and some pants on.

But now he was understanding people who often worked from home while barely dressed.

That morning he had jerked off so much that even the slightest pressure against his dick was painful, which was why he was currently butt naked from the waist down.

Despite not wanting any fabric touching him, Ryan had literally just come with his fist curled over his cock.

His over-sensitivity somehow adding to the pleasure instead of taking away from it.

After typing a few lines of the contract that he was drafting, Ryan pushed away from his desk and stared down at himself, his dick was half-hard again. With a groan he threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling, thinking of how grateful Vivian had been for his kind gesture and how she had given him many thanks as a result.

What a woman she was, he thought as he remembered her baring it all and shaking that curvy body of hers all over his lap.

Feeling his cock twitch he could not help but groan. She was not even there, and she was still affecting him.

A grateful Vivian Rose was truly a force to be reckoned with.

There were no words to describe the things she’d done to him. Whether she had used him for her own pleasure, or she had been pleasuring him, Ryan had no idea and he did not care.

She had not let him lift a finger. Everything had been all her and she had ridden him like she was a cowgirl in the wild west and he was a wild horse in need of taming and tame him she had.

Ryan’s orgasms had been so intense he’d actually worried that the pressure of his semen would be able to tear the condom apart.

The rubber had held, but he’d felt like it was a near thing.

Now, even after she was gone, Ryan’s dick was still responding to the memories of all that they’d done as though she was still there.

How amazing.

There was only one way he could handle the situation. He needed to think of more gifts to give Vivian Rose.

***

Opening up one of his desk drawers, Ryan pulled out a tube of lube and squirted it onto his open palm.

That done, he took himself in hand, hissing at how sensitive he was. But finding himself unable to stop pumping into his fist.

If he gave her diamonds, how would Vivian show her gratefulness? Would she let him take her up to the roof and take her with the skies as a witness. Would she bend over on the balcony and take his dick so deep it would feel like she was trying to keep him forever and ever? While thinking all of that, Ryan kept pumping into his fist.

He imagined Vivian riding him as she had done before, her big boobs smothering him as she took her own pleasure, recalling the velvety smoothness of her walls. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Ryan spurted all over his fingers, then he collapsed in his seat, absolutely spent.

After wiping himself clean yet again, he got rid of all evidence of what he’d just done. Finally he pulled some pants on despite his dick protesting and tried to actually get some work done.

He only lasted around thirty minutes before he found himself thinking on more presents that he could give Vivian and feeling his dick begin to respond.

Before things could get out of hand again, he was interrupted by his phone ringing. Making the mistake of not checking who the caller was. Ryan accepted the incoming call and placed it to his ear.

"Hello?"

***

There was a moment of silence before the person on the other end spoke up, and Ryan’s good mood vanished completely.

"Hello Ryan,"

"Gwendolyn, what do you want?" He did not ask how she had his number again, she had probably gotten it from her father’s phone.

"I know this is probably four years too late, but I cannot stand the way that things ended between us. Last time when I saw you, it was like looking at a stranger. Can we meet up and talk please? I want to clear all of the bad blood between us,"

Bad blood!... bad blood!

Was that what she called screwing his brother?!

The words were at the tip of Ryan’s tongue, but when he opened his mouth, he found that they would not come, instead all that he could feel was bile clawing its way up his throat.

"As you said, Gwendolyn, it has been four years, it really is four years too late, everything that happened between you and I is in the past,"

"Ryan please, you do not mean that, I just want to talk, that is all,"

There was such sorrow, such heartache in her voice, that Ryan almost caved.

But then he wondered if she had ever used such a tone with his brother.

And the urge to give her a chance, instantly dissipated.

"Listen, Gwendolyn, I have no idea what you thought would happen, when you came back. Did you really think that we would just pick up where we left off. The world does not revolve around you, I have moved on, and I suggest that you do the same,"

There came a choked sob from the other end and Ryan paused, examining his reaction to that. Once upon a time hearing her sound distressed would have moved him. But now all that he felt was annoyance.

"Do not try to call me again, because I will not answer. Goodbye Gwendolyn," With that Ryan hung up, proving that she had a little bit of self-respect left.

Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth, did not try to call him back.

Not feeling up to trying to do any more work, Ryan spun his chair round until he was facing the window.

He stared outside without really seeing anything, his mind consumed by things that had happened in the past.