by Trent Jordan
I shut the door, turned off the lights, and tried my best to fall asleep.
Angela
It couldn’t have been any later than eleven at night when Lane put me to sleep.
I had to admit, I had misread him. He was a gentleman—an arrogant prick would have slept with me anyway, but instead, not only did he want to make sure he was emotionally ready, he had given me the stuff necessary to spend the night at his place without him. I couldn’t claim to have had a ton of dating experience, but I could say for someone to treat me so well after sex hadn’t worked out was something I hadn’t seen or heard a lot of.
No wonder he reacted so strongly the first time I showed up on the lot. Probably anyone would feel offended by someone showing up without warning to the property. Really says a lot that he’s still keeping me around like so.
The more I thought about him, the harder it was to sleep. And the harder it was to sleep, the more I began to wonder if he was feeling the same way. And the more I was wondering if he was feeling the same way...
I tried my hardest to just go to sleep, to close my eyes, and to count some sheep. I tried every technique in the book for falling asleep, but none of them compared to the feelings I was having for Lane right now. I’m sure some of it was the alcohol, but I chose to come over to his place sober. If I wanted him, the alcohol had only heightened that feeling, not created it. It did not magically appear out of thin air.
At one point, through my many toss and turns, I went to the bathroom, which wasn’t weird. What did surprise me, though, was when I saw that it was just barely before two a.m. Tonight was going to be sleepless, I knew... unless...
I took a deep breath. I was too tired to think of the consequences too much. I headed for Lane’s door.
I opened it slowly and heard him breathing. I snuggled up under the covers and laid my head on his body. He was solid as a rock, his chest and abs almost perfectly formed. I let my hand brush over his hips and discovered he was wearing boxers, so I couldn’t get a true feel for just how large he was, but I had my hopes up. A man who had many things going for him usually had close to everything going for him, let’s be honest.
He leaned into me, and that told me he was awake enough. I kissed him on his cheek, and then his neck, and he offered no resistance. I kissed his chest.
It was at this point when I felt his hands reach on my back and tug at my shirt, and I knew it was on. We were both too tired and too exhausted for words or rationalizations, but that didn’t mean we were too tired for sex. The only word I would have paid attention to was “no.”
Given that Lane now had my shirt off and was working on my bra, it was a pretty safe assumption that he wasn’t going to say no.
He got it off moments later, and he had his hands on my breasts, squeezing and creating sharp rushes of pleasure. By this point, I had gotten down to his stomach, teasing him as I saw his cock stiffen through his boxers. Though I was horny and in something of a rush to get his underwear off, I decided that teasing him was a delightful way to end this night—if we couldn’t speak or couldn’t do anything other than focus on sex, then I was going to make sure he had the most heightened, aroused sex possible.
He surprised me, pleasantly, with a hard slap of the ass. I sat up suddenly and looked at him in amusement.
“Get over here,” he said. “Put your pussy on my face.”
Some good old dual pleasure, huh? I can live with that.
I wiggled my ass toward him as I finally reached under his underwear and felt his cock. Honestly, my first reaction was one of a gasp—wondering just how the hell I was going to fit him inside of me. The length was good—it wasn’t out of this world, but it was solid.
His thickness, though? That was intimidating. That was something that left me sweating a little bit, wondering how he was going to fit inside of me without crossing into the threshold of too painful to handle. That wasn’t going to stop me from getting naked and putting him inside of me, but…
I slid off his boxers as he pulled his knees forward, making it easy for me to get them off completely. He also got my underwear off. I moved my head down, grabbed his cock, and licked the tip.
I had so many plans for how I was going to tease him. I was going to find where he was most sensitive. I was going to torment him, push him to the edge of orgasm, and then force him to fuck me to make him come.
That all went out the window when I felt his tongue on my clit.
I had such a grand plan in place, but as soon as I felt the rush of pleasure that came from him kissing me and flicking his tongue, I lost it. I was reduced to a pathetic amount of gratuitous sucking and stroking as Lane worked on me, driving sensational feelings of approaching orgasm through me. My hips shook, and my ass bounced—so much so that I tried to control it, fearing I was going to smash into Lane’s face, but he didn’t seem to care one bit. He just smacked my ass, held me down, and kept going at it.
I could only moan and practically cry in pleasure. I didn’t even bother putting his cock in my mouth anymore. The only thing I had the wherewithal to do was stroke him with my hand, and even that was a mindless, aimless repetition. If, for some reason, I let go in this darkness, there was no chance I was finding it again while Lane had his tongue pressed on me.
“Fuck, Lane,” I said, the first words I had muttered since Lane had thought he was putting me to bed.
I much more preferred to being given an orgasm in bed, thank you very much.
I clenched his cock as he pushed me to the edge. My legs tightened around his head, but his licking only increased in speed. I soon reached the point of orgasm, that moment right before the rush of pleasure actually happened. My entire world reached a peak as I tilted my head back, my breath catching.
And then it rushed all over, and I was reduced to a mess of whimpering and moaning, my body shaking uncontrollably. Lane had a firm grip on me and would not let me go, which somehow made it even more arousing—the fact I couldn’t escape the orgasm made it just so much better. My other hand went to his thigh and tried to steady myself for dear life, but nothing was going to control me during this orgasm.
Only when I begged Lane to stop did he remove his tongue. I scooted forward, whimpering and murmuring about how good it felt. This much I could think—if every orgasm he gave me felt like this, there was zero chance I was ever remaining impartial to him at my job.
“Jesus, Lane,” I mumbled.
He scooted out from underneath me as I remained on all fours near the edge of the bed. For a few seconds, I just heard some shuffling behind me, but I couldn’t focus on it. I needed to catch my breath.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt the thick mass that was his cock sliding up on and down my ass, not yet inside of me but teasing me. I felt like the best kind of prisoner at this point—too tired to move, too weak to resist, and too excited to do anything but yearn for him.
“Lane... ”
“Fuck,” he said, his voice scratchy from the late-night wake-up call.
I felt reasonably confident that he’d forgive me for this. I wasn’t too worried about how he’d feel for having woken up for sex. Any man who chose sleep over sex was probably a man I wasn’t too keen on being in bed with.
I felt one hand smack my ass, producing a loud thwack that echoed through the room, making me yip and shake in pleasure. He did it again, and I again moaned in pleasure. His left hand grabbed my left hip. He put the tip of his cock right at the entrance of my pussy, put his right hand on my right hip, and then pushed in.
I was somewhat right. He was so huge that it took him a few seconds to get as deep as possible. But I was gladly wrong about it being painful. It wasn’t in the slightest—instead, his girth ensured that he filled the entirety of me, hitting every spot and giving me the start of an orgasmic build up with only a couple of thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, Lane!”
It wasn’t actually an orgasm, but that he was so easily able to get me that far that quick said it all. His grip on my
hips was unbreakable, his thrusts without disruption in their rhythm, and his force perfectly straddling the line between utmost pleasure and unbearable. Yeah, waking him up for this was smart.
I tried to turn around at one point and look at him, but it was just dark enough that I couldn’t make out all of him. Still, from what I could see in the hazy silhouette, he looked like a beast in the best sense of the word. His massive upper torso, the curves of his traps and his shoulders, the shape of his pecs, and the abs flaring out... just the sight alone was enough to make me aroused, pushing me closer and closer.
Of course, given that he was also thrusting inside of me, there was no chance for me to fight off the orgasm. I almost didn’t want to come so quickly. The whole time from when he inserted himself into me to me finishing couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds at most.
I had to beg for him to slow down, the intensity was so much. But Lane, seemingly having transformed into a man who had to do things his way, picked up the pace once more. My fingers dug into the side of the bed, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my legs and ass felt like jelly.
When he finished with this position, he pulled out, shuffled to the side, and pushed me onto my back. I barely had a chance to breathe before he was on top of me, once more inside of me. Now, I could feel all of his muscles on my breasts and stomach.
It was so fucking hot. So fucking amazing.
The intensity of this sex was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I think a large part of it had to do with what almost felt like the taboo nature of it all. The fact that we were so tired we couldn’t say more than three words at a time also helped. Either way, whatever thoughts I had in thinking about this sex were quickly displaced by the fact that I kept orgasming over and over again.
Eventually, Lane’s grunts reached a higher pitch. I felt his cock swell inside of me as I approached my third orgasm. With a loud, guttural roar, he finished inside of me, twitching and shaking as he swore in pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as I begged for more of him.
When he finally finished, he rolled off to the side. I came and rested myself on him, listening to his slowing heartbeat.
On a normal night, perhaps I would have hoped for something romantic to be said. But at this moment, the perfect response was no words. We had just had a moment started by the most non-verbal of communication.
The best thing was to keep on doing just that. And so it was that within just a few minutes, I had fallen asleep on his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat saying what I wanted to hear.
I woke up alone.
In a panic, I wondered if I had fucked up the night before by crawling into bed with him. I couldn’t blame the alcohol—I knew exactly what I was doing, and there was no amount of lying or hiding from the fact that I had slept with him. I certainly hadn’t had any regrets at the moment, but waking up to an empty bed made me wonder if I had pushed things too far.
Lane, after all, had resisted the initial opportunity for us to have sex. It wasn’t me who had said no. It was him. And yet, I had pushed his boundaries by coming in at two a.m., probably while he was having a dream about Shannon, and all but forced him to fuck me.
Oh, shit. Shannon... I’m sorry. He’s just... I can see why you like him. He’s a great catch. An amazing catch. And a great fucking lay.
But... did I do you wrong? Did I hurt you by doing this? Did I hurt Lane by doing this?
I’m so sorry. I’m sorry...
My thoughts trailed off as I heard the opening of the front door. I was pretty confident that Lane hadn’t just given his key at random to complete strangers, so I felt reasonably sure it was him, but I preferred to stay in bed. Maybe when he came in, he’d come back for round two.
Instead, I heard what sounded like grocery bags being placed on the kitchen table, followed by the sound of some pans searing and some food being cooked. I still had no idea if I was overstepping boundaries by having shown up here as I had, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity for some breakfast. Worst case, I could always reimburse Lane if he didn’t want me around.
I found my shirt and my underwear and put them on, not really feeling bad about hoping I’d get the chance to take them off again. I looked at the time—eight in the morning. I had to be in the office by nine, but that gave me plenty of time. I wasn’t sure if this was good to admit, but I had brought a selection of work clothes I could change into in case I wound up spending the night.
I headed out of the room, following the wafting smell of stir-fried vegetables, bacon, and some eggs. Lane had his back to me, his V-shaped back rippling as he worked a spatula, overseeing the production of what looked like the world’s healthiest omelet. I felt myself swooning all over again at his appearance, craving and yearning for him.
Then he turned to me, and I waited for what I hoped were the right words.
“How are you feeling?” he said with a smirk.
It was a nice enough question, although the smirk might have indicated that he had only wanted to get laid and was about to brag about it. I was probably way too into my head and overthinking it, but I couldn’t help that that was the first thing that came to mind.
“A variety of things,” I said with a gentle smile to assure him it was mostly positive. “My body feels amazing. That’s undeniable.”
He gave a short chortle as he went back to working his magic in the kitchen.
“There’s a part of me that feels a little weird, not going to lie,” I said. “I woke up and you weren’t here, and I thought I’d scared you off or done something to offend you.”
“Nah,” he said, but he didn’t add anything else.
I bit my lip and leaned against the fridge. The Shannon question was on my mind, but for how things were going this morning, I still couldn’t tell if he wanted me to bring it up or if he was trying to avoid it as much as possible.
“I will say, when I moved here, I definitely did not think the first person I’d have sex with was you,” I said, which got him to look up from his cooking. “But I definitely don’t regret it.”
Lane smiled, put his spatula to the side, and came over and embraced me. I definitely didn’t mind in the slightest that I was pressed up against his bare chest and abs. In fact, I daresay that it was a feature, a nice little perk, of being so close and up to him.
“Yeah, guess what?” he said lightly. “I don’t regret last night either. In fact, if this food wasn’t cooking and I liked my breakfast hot instead of lukewarm, I might just have given you a second round.”
“Oh, you’re going to make me choose between breakfast and sex?” I said with a giggle. “You’ve just given me the hardest problem of my life! That’s evil, Lane. Evil!”
“Good news for you is you can have both.”
“Yeah, but bad news is I have a job that needs me in an hour, so I really only have time for one.”
“Damn,” Lane said, kissing the top of my head. “I suppose we’ll save the sex for later. I know, call me crazy... but I think a little anticipation might do you some good.”
I rolled my eyes, but in truth, last night’s sex was so good, I didn’t think I needed to get laid for another five years. I’d be riding the coattails of the feelings two a.m. generated for quite some time.
“There was one thing I wanted to ask you,” Lane said as he went back to cooking.
Uh oh. Here comes the Shannon question. I guess it’s better to just get it out of the way now.
“I don’t really know what you’re looking for dating wise,” he said. “But I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t think I want just sex with you. I haven’t figured out if I’m ready to date for, well, what are unfortunate reasons that you know. But I would like to have you around and take you out and see where it goes.”
I smiled. Did he really think I just wanted him for casual sex? It was kind of sweet that he was considerate enough to leave the opening for me, but there was no doubt about what I wanted out of us. And it wasn�
��t just his cock, as good as it was.
“No, Lane, not in the slightest do I just want sex,” I said, going behind him and wrapping my arms around him. “Don’t get me wrong. You are very well equipped for that.”
I won’t lie, I let my hands slide over the outline of his dick in his sweatpants. Feeling it harden was incredibly arousing to me.
“But,” I said, bringing my hands back up. “No, I don’t want just that. Admittedly, I haven’t thought of what I want out of dating since I got here. I know I want a family and kids someday, so hopefully you do too.”
“Without question,” he said immediately, much to my relief.
“Good. So I haven’t thought of it much, but I think we’re both in the right direction. I think we’re good.”
Lane turned to me, smiled, and kissed me on the lips.
“That, we most certainly will be.”
I was a little late to work, but I didn’t even care. Lane’s breakfast, an omelet with stir fry veggies and bacon with sausage on the side, was among the most delicious things I had ever tasted in my life. I think Beth was a little bit panicked, given the slightly frazzled state I found her in, but I reassured her that no, I wasn’t going anywhere.
With the worries about the Black Reapers largely in the back of my mind and my attention all but fully on the Fallen Saints, I had a great day at work. There was a tiny voice telling me that our indictments against the Saints weren’t worth the paper they were on, given the Saints’ violent nature, but hopefully, at some point, the National Guard or something could come in and take care of these assholes.
When work wrapped up, my mind immediately went to the one and only Lane. I may not have just wanted him for sex, but the sex from last night was still on my mind. It was incredible that it had happened in only a half-conscious state, and I wanted to see what it was like when I was fully awake.
I texted him and told him he could come to my place, or I could go to his at any time, so long as he respected the fact that we needed to be discreet. There would come a time when I could come out about dating him—government officials needed to have lives too—but this wasn’t it, most especially because we weren’t even ready to declare ourselves ready for a relationship, let alone anything else.