Jennifer got the hint and headed out, leaving me with my plotting.
I knew Lila would talk me out of it, so I left before her, making her think I was headed home. Instead, I headed to the grocery to pick up something for dinner and a bottle of wine.
Lila’s car was in the parking lot when I arrived, so I headed straight to her condo. Upon entering, I didn’t hear anyone, but as I set the bags down in the kitchen, Lila came around the corner.
She was out of her suit and in some sleep shorts and a T-shirt.
“Hey. I picked us up some food to make dinner with. I was thinking that chicken bake you made a couple of weeks ago. God, that was good.”
Her eyes were wide, and she glanced down the hall, then back to me.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a hushed whisper as she stepped up to me.
Nervous energy rolled off her, her gaze continually flickering back down the hall. I pulled her to me and groaned at the faded patches of skin on her neck.
Mark her again.
I didn’t need the beast to tell me that. I was already leaning down, lips and tongue teasing her, both in a mental and physical way. Perhaps it was more torture than teasing, due to the circumstances.
“Mmm, well a song on the radio said something about disrobing, then probing. I was thinking we could do a lot of that tonight.”
I slid my hand under the hem of her shirt and moved up to her squeeze her breast before tweaking her nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
Once I had her focused on me, I picked her up and put her on the counter, trapping her as I pushed my hips between her thighs. The little shorts she had on gave me easy access to her pussy, and I slipped my fingers across her slit, making sure her clit got lots of attention. She bucked against me as her eyes darkened.
“You like that, don’t you, my little whore?” I hadn’t meant to go quite so far, but as always, she turned me on too much to stop.
Her eyes fluttered. “I love your fucking dirty mouth.”
I slipped my fingers inside her, making her gasp.
“Mmm, I love it when you say ‘fucking.’ I like being in control, fucking you how I want. You’re so willing to please me, and I love watching you come.” I accentuated the last words with hard thrusts into her. “No one is as beautiful and sexy as you when you’re coming undone around me.”
She tried to hold back, to stay quiet, but I didn’t want quiet. I wanted Caroline to hear her.
“Nathan, didn’t you get my text?” she asked, pushing past my distraction.
“You sent me a text? My phone died after lunch.” I saw her text about Caroline, but she could’ve sent another after my phone died.
She froze for a second, her hands moving to my chest. “Crap!”
There was no pushing of me away. I had her trapped in pleasure. Slow, deep strokes as I moaned against her skin.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“Nathan, please…wait.” Her hands fisted into my shirt and there was a vain, weak attempt to push against me.
“You’ve made me wait all day; I’m not waiting any longer. Wearing that skirt to torture me…you little cock tease.” I slid my free hand up her shirt, her skin hot against my own.
“You don’t… ah!” she cried out as I pinched her nipple. “Hold on! W-what skirt?”
What skirt?
The skirt.
“The skirt you were wearing the first time I fucked you in our office.”
My dick twitched, ready to recreate coming inside her.
“Nathan, don’t be mad.”
The sound of a door closing hit my ears, and I froze, waiting.
“Lila, is there someone here?” I asked, knowing full well by her panic that Caroline was already somewhere in her home.
“I tried to tell you…the text I sent.”
“Shit,” I growled. The excitement that we were about to be caught was too much. Fantasies of being caught while inside her were rampant.
“Oh. My. God!” Caroline’s voice rang from the hallway.
“Fuck,” I whispered with a sigh. I’d have to try my fantasy out another time.
I turned to Caroline, my hand still between Lila’s thighs, fingers soaked. I removed them and lifted them to my mouth, sucking up her juices before looking back to Caroline, who stood there with her mouth wide open.
“Hi, Caroline. Dinner?” I asked as I stepped away from a flushed and thoroughly turned-on Lila, who was suddenly panicking.
There was silence as I washed my hands. Caroline seeming to be at a complete lack for words. I went about the task of putting groceries away as well as starting to prep for dinner.
Minutes passed before Caroline finally spoke. “Nathan?” It was on the shrill side, indicating she had no clue who Lila was really with.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lila standing close, their voices low, but I could still make out the words of surprise before Caroline dragged her away.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly Caroline was inches in front of me.
“You.” She stuck her finger in my face. “Hurt her, and I’ll fuck you up. Understood?”
My eyes popped open in surprise. Half in fear of the small, brown-eyed woman staring me down, and half in shock of how fast she accepted me in Lila’s life. In the background, Lila let out a little giggle.
“Understood,” I said with a sharp nod.
Her gaze narrowed on me. “Are you being safe with my girl? I’ve seen you with some floozies.”
Yes, she had, which was one reason I was surprised by her acceptance.
“I’m clean. Promise.”
“Better fucking be, bucko.”
She smiled and relaxed, stepping back to lean against the counter. “So, you two…” She waved between us. “When did all of this start up? Did it happen one day here, or was it an office tryst, one-night type of thing?”
I froze mid slice, remembering how I’d lost all control. Gauging by Lila’s silence, she was thinking the same.
“Seriously? In the office? In your office?” she asked, our reaction giving it away. “Wow, you’re my kinky idol now, Lila.”
“What? I…he…” Lila stammered.
“I bet it was hot.”
“Of course it was hot,” I said as I looked to Caroline, then gestured to Lila. “Look at her. She is fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell. Sin should be her middle name.”
I knew Lila would talk me out of it, so I left before her, making her think I was headed home. Instead, I headed to the grocery to pick up something for dinner and a bottle of wine.
Lila’s car was in the parking lot when I arrived, so I headed straight to her condo. Upon entering, I didn’t hear anyone, but as I set the bags down in the kitchen, Lila came around the corner.
She was out of her suit and in some sleep shorts and a T-shirt.
“Hey. I picked us up some food to make dinner with. I was thinking that chicken bake you made a couple of weeks ago. God, that was good.”
Her eyes were wide, and she glanced down the hall, then back to me.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a hushed whisper as she stepped up to me.
Nervous energy rolled off her, her gaze continually flickering back down the hall. I pulled her to me and groaned at the faded patches of skin on her neck.
Mark her again.
I didn’t need the beast to tell me that. I was already leaning down, lips and tongue teasing her, both in a mental and physical way. Perhaps it was more torture than teasing, due to the circumstances.
“Mmm, well a song on the radio said something about disrobing, then probing. I was thinking we could do a lot of that tonight.”
I slid my hand under the hem of her shirt and moved up to her squeeze her breast before tweaking her nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
Once I had her focused on me, I picked her up and put her on the counter, trapping her as I pushed my hips between her thighs. The little shorts she had on gave me easy access to her pussy, and I slipped my fingers across her slit, making sure her clit got lots of attention. She bucked against me as her eyes darkened.
“You like that, don’t you, my little whore?” I hadn’t meant to go quite so far, but as always, she turned me on too much to stop.
Her eyes fluttered. “I love your fucking dirty mouth.”
I slipped my fingers inside her, making her gasp.
“Mmm, I love it when you say ‘fucking.’ I like being in control, fucking you how I want. You’re so willing to please me, and I love watching you come.” I accentuated the last words with hard thrusts into her. “No one is as beautiful and sexy as you when you’re coming undone around me.”
She tried to hold back, to stay quiet, but I didn’t want quiet. I wanted Caroline to hear her.
“Nathan, didn’t you get my text?” she asked, pushing past my distraction.
“You sent me a text? My phone died after lunch.” I saw her text about Caroline, but she could’ve sent another after my phone died.
She froze for a second, her hands moving to my chest. “Crap!”
There was no pushing of me away. I had her trapped in pleasure. Slow, deep strokes as I moaned against her skin.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“Nathan, please…wait.” Her hands fisted into my shirt and there was a vain, weak attempt to push against me.
“You’ve made me wait all day; I’m not waiting any longer. Wearing that skirt to torture me…you little cock tease.” I slid my free hand up her shirt, her skin hot against my own.
“You don’t… ah!” she cried out as I pinched her nipple. “Hold on! W-what skirt?”
What skirt?
The skirt.
“The skirt you were wearing the first time I fucked you in our office.”
My dick twitched, ready to recreate coming inside her.
“Nathan, don’t be mad.”
The sound of a door closing hit my ears, and I froze, waiting.
“Lila, is there someone here?” I asked, knowing full well by her panic that Caroline was already somewhere in her home.
“I tried to tell you…the text I sent.”
“Shit,” I growled. The excitement that we were about to be caught was too much. Fantasies of being caught while inside her were rampant.
“Oh. My. God!” Caroline’s voice rang from the hallway.
“Fuck,” I whispered with a sigh. I’d have to try my fantasy out another time.
I turned to Caroline, my hand still between Lila’s thighs, fingers soaked. I removed them and lifted them to my mouth, sucking up her juices before looking back to Caroline, who stood there with her mouth wide open.
“Hi, Caroline. Dinner?” I asked as I stepped away from a flushed and thoroughly turned-on Lila, who was suddenly panicking.
There was silence as I washed my hands. Caroline seeming to be at a complete lack for words. I went about the task of putting groceries away as well as starting to prep for dinner.
Minutes passed before Caroline finally spoke. “Nathan?” It was on the shrill side, indicating she had no clue who Lila was really with.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lila standing close, their voices low, but I could still make out the words of surprise before Caroline dragged her away.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly Caroline was inches in front of me.
“You.” She stuck her finger in my face. “Hurt her, and I’ll fuck you up. Understood?”
My eyes popped open in surprise. Half in fear of the small, brown-eyed woman staring me down, and half in shock of how fast she accepted me in Lila’s life. In the background, Lila let out a little giggle.
“Understood,” I said with a sharp nod.
Her gaze narrowed on me. “Are you being safe with my girl? I’ve seen you with some floozies.”
Yes, she had, which was one reason I was surprised by her acceptance.
“I’m clean. Promise.”
“Better fucking be, bucko.”
She smiled and relaxed, stepping back to lean against the counter. “So, you two…” She waved between us. “When did all of this start up? Did it happen one day here, or was it an office tryst, one-night type of thing?”
I froze mid slice, remembering how I’d lost all control. Gauging by Lila’s silence, she was thinking the same.
“Seriously? In the office? In your office?” she asked, our reaction giving it away. “Wow, you’re my kinky idol now, Lila.”
“What? I…he…” Lila stammered.
“I bet it was hot.”
“Of course it was hot,” I said as I looked to Caroline, then gestured to Lila. “Look at her. She is fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell. Sin should be her middle name.”
