Totally Inevitable Intent

by Michele Lenard

  I reach behind me to stroke Anthony’s muscled leg, sliding my hand over his ass. I squeeze, and he pushes his cock between my thighs. He’s already gloriously erect, and I clamp my legs together, trapping his thick shaft next to my damp center.

  He groans and rolls his hips slowly back and forth. “I like how you hold me with those luscious legs. So hot.”

  My fingers find the tip of his cock poking out from between my thighs, and I lightly trace one over the slick surface. He groans and rolls his hips forward. “I like hearing you groan,” I reply.

  “That feels so good. You make it so hard not to just plunge inside you.” His fingers find my clit and draw gentle circles over the sensitive flesh. I whimper. “You want that?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  “Not yet. First, I’m going to make you come with my fingers.” He continues his agonizingly slow circles. “Then my mouth, then my cock.”

  “You think you can make me come that many times,” I heave.

  “We’ve got a few hours to find out. And I think you’re ready for your first, aren’t you?” He slips a finger inside me and pumps with long, deep strokes while the palm of his hand rubs firmly over my clit once, twice, three times before I shatter, seizing violently around his finger as I cry into the pillow.

  Anthony holds his hand in place, kissing my shoulder, my back, as I catch my breath. “Oh God,” I mumble. “That was…”

  “Spectacular,” he whispers. “You have the most beautiful orgasms. Makes me want to keep giving you more and more.”

  “What about you?” I pant.

  “I’ll have my turn later. We’ll go together. But first, I need to taste you.” Anthony rolls me to my back and kisses his way down my body until he’s nestled between my legs. I’m still sensitive, so he kisses me gently on my hips and thighs before parting me and placing soft kisses on my core. As tension starts to build again, he uses his tongue to languidly circle my clit, pausing now and then to stroke me with his finger or draw me fully into his mouth before his tongue resumes its slow caress.

  My body hovers in a state of bliss, his sinful tongue holding me on the brink of climax without letting me find it. But my denied release doesn’t leave me frustrated. It leaves me in a suspended euphoria, a state of relentless pleasure that radiates throughout my whole body and leaves me both weightless and breathless. As my hips rock softly beneath him and a guttural moan rises from my chest, I look down my body and find myself locked in a dark gaze that radiates hunger and possession.

  “I love the sounds you make when I eat you.” He growls. “I could listen to that all day.” He sucks me back into his mouth, rolling his tongue over my swollen core.

  “I’ve never felt this good before,” I gasp. “I want to come but I don’t, this feels so good.”

  Heat flares in his eyes before he turns his attention back to his slow torture, licking and sucking and tasting as I melt further into ecstasy, my moans turning to whimpers as he brings me closer and closer to the brink. And then he spreads me wide and sucks me firmly into his mouth, and I’m falling, waves of pleasure tumbling over and over as my hips spasm uncontrollably under his mouth.

  “That was even more beautiful to watch than the last one,” Anthony breathes as he rolls a condom over his bulging erection. “But I still want you to give me one more.” He slides slowly inside me and stills, our tongues meeting in delicate strokes as he kisses me lazily. He must be dying for release, but there’s no urgency, no pressure to move, just a feeling of contentment as we lay joined in the most intimate way possible.

  Eventually, Anthony begins to roll his hips in long, leisurely strokes, pulling out almost completely before gently pushing back in. Tension builds again, and I wrap my legs around his back to take him deeper. He takes my hands in his and raises them over my head, bringing our bodies flush together. He increases the pace of this thrusts, his tongue meeting mine in rhythm to the movement of his hips. Maybe it’s the intensity of the prior two orgasms, or maybe it’s the intimacy of having our hands locked together as he drives into me, but once again I find myself on the brink of release.

  “I feel you getting tighter,” he whispers against my lips. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come around my cock.”

  As always, his words have an erotic effect on me, and before long, my body starts to convulse around him. Anthony thrusts deep and stills, and I feel him pulsing inside me as he presses his forehead to mine. We stay locked together, kissing softly, as our heartbeats return to normal, neither one of us in a hurry to end what we both know will be our last moment together for a while.

  “I don’t think I can move from this bed,” I pant, still not in control of my breathing.

  “That was my goal, remember?” He nibbles at my ear.

  “I don’t want this to end. I’m afraid it’s going to be weeks or months before we can do this again,” I say into his shoulder.

  He rises to his forearms to look at me, and for the first time since we met, I can’t see a trace of the sadness and distance that used to haunt his dark eyes. He brushes my hair away from my face and kisses my forehead. “We’ll find time,” he assures me. “I can’t go that long without you.”

  My heart thumps wildly in my chest at that statement, and I say a silent little prayer that he can’t feel it, because then he might know what it means. I’m falling in love with him, and I’m not sure either of us is ready for that.

  ***

  The drive to Longmont does not go as planned. Instead of rehearsing what I want to say in the interview, I’m distracted by my week with Anthony.

  The past week has made me realize we aren’t just compatible physically, because in that regard we’re off the charts compatible, but intellectually as well. When we’re together we bond over remodeling ideas we want to try and what we think of the upcoming Stallions season. We laugh when we say the same thing at the same time and have similar war stories about raising children alone. We scoff at each other’s taste in music (I loathe country while he loathes pop), and through it all, we share looks and touches that are electric in their intensity.

  All of that is wonderful, and when you take that coupled with the intimacy of going to sleep together and waking up together, it makes for a connection I honestly never thought I’d experience again in my life. I want to hang on to that as long and hard as I can. But reality is about to swoop back in and take it away.

  Having our kids back in town will undoubtedly change the dynamic we’ve established over the past week. Anthony and I can’t carry on as we have been in front of our children. It won’t feel right to me to engage in that intimacy in front of them.

  I hate that I have to set boundaries, and while it’s the right thing to do for Sawyer, there's no telling how it will affect me and Anthony. He wants to tell the kids we’re dating, and I’m okay with that. Maybe we’ll include them on those dates from time to time if we go out to eat or to a movie, so they start getting used to us as a couple. But finding time for intimacy without the kids around will be difficult. We both work full time, and on the evenings and weekends we have free time, we can’t exactly kick our kids out so we can be intimate. That’s why it was so hard to leave Anthony this morning. I have no clear idea of when we can be together again.

  I pull into the school slightly depressed, having reviewed zero of the talking points I expect to cover during my interview. Fortunately, this is a practice run, and my performance isn’t critical. I feel bad being here without any real intent to pursue the job, but hopefully this interview can still be beneficial to both of us. I’ll get to practice, and they’ll get a chance to try out some talking points that will eventually play a role in finding the right person.

  I enter the lobby and am greeted by a tall brunette woman with a round face and welcoming smile. “Welcome to Liberty School. You must be Jennifer Sanchez.” She extends a hand. “I’m Sophia Jensen, Assistant Principal. I’ll be conducting your interview.”

  “Nice to meet you.” I shake h
er hand. “Please call me Jen.”

  Sophia leads me to a conference room where we make small talk for a bit, then she goes through an overview of the school’s mission and vision. “We’d really like to establish ourselves as a hub for the community,” she says, “because we recognize that there are so many learning opportunities outside the school, and we want to capitalize on those by taking every opportunity to bring the community into the school. We also want our students to feel like part of the community, so they have an appreciation for their neighbors and learn to give back.”

  “That’s one of the reasons your school appeals to me,” I respond. “I like the idea of students seeing the real-world applications of lessons they learn in the classroom, and with respect to being involved, I think when children learn to be civic minded from a young age, they carry that with them throughout their lives. If they never learn that lesson, they never realize they can make a difference.”

  Sophia nods absentmindedly as she takes notes. “How would you bring the school and the community together?” she asks.

  I tell Sophia the vision I explained to Anthony not too long ago, and she continues to nod while scribbling in her notebook. I take that as a good sign. Hopefully, my talking points are resonating.

  When we’ve finished the Q&A portion of the interview, Sophia takes me on a tour of the building and introduces me to a few staff. I find myself slightly disappointed, not because I don’t like what I see, but because I do. it's everything I hoped to find in my next role; a reputable school with supportive staff and parents, a clear set of expectations with autonomy to meet those how I see fit, and a challenge to take their vision to the next level by bringing the school and community closer. Plus, I feel a rapport with Sophia that leads me to believe we’d make a great team. In other words, this is the kind of job I would relocate for if it weren’t for Sawyer and, now maybe, Anthony.

  It might be premature, but I can see a future with him, and while I want to pursue the next step in my career, I don't want to do that at the expense of something, someone, special. Much as I love the idea of working at Liberty, it just isn’t feasible at this point in my life. Hopefully, I can chalk this interview up to both a great networking opportunity and good practice run, since it can’t be the job for me.

  Chapter 20

  Anthony

  It’s a good thing I have a crew of capable people working for me, because I have no business working with tools today. My mind is preoccupied by one thing and one thing only, and she isn’t on this job site. That's just the immediate road block though. The bigger one is still ahead.

  Our kids are both due home today, and I know with them around, finding time with Jen will be difficult. She doesn’t want to broadcast that we’re sleeping together, so she can set a good example for Sawyer, and I get that. But I don’t want to go back to the way we were a week ago, where we’d steal kisses and avoid touching when the kids were in close proximity. That feels so secretive and cold, like we’re doing some wrong, and there’s nothing wrong about the way I feel.

  I silently curse her ex for doing such a number on her and Sawyer. I don’t know the guy, don’t know everything that happened, but I know the way he jumps from girlfriend to girlfriend has left them both scarred, and Jen doesn’t want Sawyer to suffer for her personal life the way she has her father’s. That’s understandable, except that we aren’t anything like her ex. Getting involved is a big deal for both of us, I know it, so it’s not like we’re bed hopping the way her ex does. What I don’t know is how to get Jen to let go of the notion that just because we’re sleeping together we’re flirting with the same label Sawyer applies to her dad.

  I never thought I’d say it, but things were less complicated when I was a teenage groom with a baby on the way. Back then, the only people Katie and I had to worry about were our parents, who after their initial shock were pretty supportive. There were no concerns about what sort of example we were setting, no reason to keep our relationship a secret. I never imagined a relationship with kids involved would be so difficult.

  Right now, Jen’s flip gives me the greatest opportunity to be with her, which almost makes me wish we could do another one. She’s definitely capable of the work, she has great ideas, and a project like that would give us time together separate from our kids. I can’t believe I’m even considering this, I usually don’t gravitate toward flips, but if it means time with Jen, it could be worth it.

  No, she just got another degree and loves working in education. There’s no way she’d give that up just for the chance to work with me. Besides, I can’t do the projects I love, projects like this one with Colt, in a flip. Flips are all about efficiency and budget; there’s little opportunity to push the envelope, and I thrive on pushing the envelope.

  I survey Colt’s yard, once again impressed with my crew’s ability. The pool tile is finished, the stallion inlay a shimmery contrast to the matte finish of the rest of the pool. It’s subtle yet classy, exactly as I envisioned. The live edge bar top in the outdoor kitchen has been stained and lacquered to bring out the wood grain, and it gleams against the stone face on the bar. A few chaise lounges in wood around the pool deck tie the bar and the pool together, and the plants currently going in soften the stone and tile to give the whole yard an elegant but comfortable feel. Things are looking incredible, and I have no doubt this project will lead to others.

  I’m lost in thought, stroking my chin the way Jen always teases me about, when I hear the patio door open, heavy footsteps moving in my direction.

  “How was your trip?” I ask Colt as he comes outside to check our progress.

  “Oh, great. It’s always nice to get away just before training camp so I’m ready to go the first day.” Colt slaps me on the back. “What’s with the goofy smile, man? I mean, the yard looks great, and I know you’re happy to be on schedule, but not that happy.” He surveys the work going on in his yard with excited eyes.

  “What goofy smile?” I roll my shoulder to relieve the sting. The guy’s definition of a friendly pat is vastly different from mine.

  “It’s the girl, isn’t it? Get that shit figured out?”

  “Uh, maybe.”

  “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? Have you gone out with her or not?”

  “I did, yeah,” I admit sheepishly.

  “And?” he prompts.

  “And it was good.”

  “Listen, man.” Colt turns to face me. “I know something happened to you to make you gun shy, and that’s cool, but if you talked to her like you’re talking to me, then things didn’t go good. Gimme more than two words.”

  “Uh.” I blink. “Well, we went for a hike last week on some property my friend owns, we collected stuff for a project she’s working on, and we talked and had a picnic, and, well, I’m not telling you the rest.”

  “Happy endings, then. Good for you. So no more overthinking it, then?” He smiles approvingly.

  “Well, I’m not wondering if I should go out with her if that’s what you mean.”

  “Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ in there?” He looks at me curiously.

  “We both have kids, so that gets a little complicated.”

  “Why does that make it complicated?” Colt crosses his arms.

  “Well, neither of our kids has seen us date, and she’s worried about how they’ll react. What if our kids resent that we’re spending time together instead of with them? And how do we find time together without our kids, especially since her project is almost done?”

  Colt studies me for a minute before breaking into a grin. “You’re falling pretty hard.” He chuckles.

  “What?” I gape.

  “Listen to yourself. You aren’t asking where you should take her for your next date. You’re asking how your life is gonna fit with hers. You’re still overthinking, but now it’s not about whether you should give things a shot. It’s about whether you can make that shot permanent.”

  “Pfft.” I shake my head. “No w
ay. We’ve only been together, like, two weeks. I really like her, and I want to keep seeing her, but it’s too soon to think about permanent.”

  “Deny it all you want. I can tell these things. You’re falling in love.” He points at my chest.

  “No.” I shake my head. “I’ve been in love before. It didn’t happen like this.”

  “It happens the same way every time?” Colt arches a brow.

  “Well…doesn’t it?” I stroke my jaw, suddenly aware that maybe I’m wrong.

  “I’m not sure. I’ve never been in love.” He shrugs casually.

  “Seriously?” I ask him.

  “Nah. Thought I might be once, but looking back, I know I wasn’t.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I cared about her, still do, but I cared about me more. I don’t think it’s love when you care about yourself more than the other person.” His candor is so unexpected I’m momentarily speechless.

  “Huh.” I study him, shocked by his insight. “I think you might be right.”

  “Course I am.” He gives me a satisfied smile. “Maybe you’re not in love yet, but you’re thinking about more than just casually dating this chick. Same advice as before, don’t overthink it.” He points at my chest again. “If you guys are really into each other, the rest will fall into place.”

  I play Colt’s words over in my mind, and I have to admit they make a certain amount of sense. Maybe love doesn’t happen the same way every time.

  “Thanks.” I shake Colt’s hand. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re pretty perceptive for a guy who’s never been there.”

  He seems to consider that a minute before answering. “I guess knowing what something isn’t is just as important as knowing what it is, right?”