Broken and Beautiful

by Ryan, Kendall

  "Mm-hmm." It was a moan of pleasure and assent.

  "Which means the fifteen-minute quickie we had in your apartment would be our only sexual experience."

  "Kitchen counter." I sighed, reminding him that we'd actually had two sexual experiences. Cole was moving his palm back and forth between my legs, eliciting small whimpers. He was going to make me come in my pants on his couch, and he hadn't even kissed me yet.

  "Lisa, I want you, and I know you want me. Tonight is all we have. After tomorrow, this"—he pressed his thumb over my clit, and I moaned—"is off-limits. If I could make you come—how many times was it?"

  “Four.” I writhed underneath him. My entire body felt like one raw nerve.

  “If I could make you come four times in fifteen minutes, imagine what I could do if I had all night?”

  "Oh my God." His words made me shatter as much as his ministrations between my legs. My eyes squeezed shut, and my legs jerked as I spasmed. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him closer, forced my tongue into his mouth, and devoured him like he was my last meal. In a way, he was. After what felt like a fiery, blissful eternity, Cole separated our lips.

  "That's one." He grinned down at me, and I giggled. I felt like I could float away if Cole's massive body wasn't pinning me to the couch.

  “Are you this convincing in the courtroom?” I grinned up at him, still caressing his scalp.

  “I haven’t tried a case yet, but here’s hoping.” He kissed me again. “Are you saying I’ve convinced you?”

  “Do you have more condoms?” I asked.

  “So many,” he whispered and scooped me off of the couch and carried me up the stairs.

  14

  cole

  I took her into my bedroom and kicked the door closed with my foot. Lisa wriggled out of my arms and pushed me into the armchair before climbing on top of me, straddling me.

  “Give me your phone.”

  She opened a music-streaming app, and Bruno Mars' "Versace on the Floor" started to play. Lisa wrapped her arms around my neck and began to dance. Her hips rose and fell as she gyrated to the rhythm. Her hair whipped me in the face as she slowly swung her head side to side.

  My heart was racing, and I thought I might have been having a heart attack. Every one of my senses was heightened. Lisa leaned forward, and her tongue darted out and licked my lips. I leaned forward to join our mouths, and she backed away, smiling. My almost off-limits neighbor was teasing me. I reached for her hips, and she captured my wrists, placing them back on the armrests.

  "No touching, sir. Don't make me call security." She grinned as she stood, still gyrating, and never breaking eye contact until she turned her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her long hair with it until it dropped, cascading down her back. She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder.

  “Hey,” she called. “I said, no touching.”

  She was referring to the fact that I had my pants open, and I was fisting my cock like my life was at stake.

  "Lisa, I could cut glass with this thing." I felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of my face. She crossed her arms, gave me a sexy smirk, and raised an eyebrow.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.” I shook my head quickly.

  “Then. No. Touching.”

  I groaned, released myself, laced my fingers together, and put them behind my head. "You're gonna pay for this later."

  “I hope so.” She grinned. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

  Lisa continued to peel herself out of her clothes in time with the music until she was only wearing her bra and panties. They definitely weren't the gray cotton ones she was wearing earlier. They were a dark purple matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. She sauntered over to me, turned her back, placed both her hands on the armrest, and lowered herself onto my lap, grazing my dick with her lace-covered ass.

  My restraint snapped, and I wrapped one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightened, molding her onto my torso, and I pressed my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerked, pressing my erection onto her lace-clad bottom.

  “I thought I told you no touching.” She moaned when I slipped two fingers under the elastic of her panties.

  “You knew this was going to happen.” I ran my tongue across her shoulder blade.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stood and turned to face me. She kissed my lips and began to trail kisses down my body.

  “The matching sexy underwear…”

  “I told you I was taking a shower. Of course, I changed my underwear. Are they sexy?” She was on her knees between my thighs, tugging my pants down.

  “They are.” I laced my fingers behind my head again, not wanting to risk doing anything to make her stop. “And you shaved.”

  She paused and looked up at me through her lashes, grinning. “Okay. I might have suspected something like this would happen.” She shrugged and wrapped her hand around my shaft, moving it up and down in slow strokes. I groaned and leaned back. A memory flashed in my mind. Something Lisa told me about her ex-husband when she was cleaning the blood off of my face. I cradled her cheek in my palm.

  “You know you don’t have to do this.”

  "Of course, I know that." She smiled at me. "That's why I want to." She stroked me again, making me shudder. "Now, shhh. Relax and don't knee me in the face."

  My chuckle was cut off by a long slow groan that escaped my lips as Lisa took me into her mouth. She went easy at first with small tentative licks and kisses before taking me deeper and deeper until she was gagging. She tightened her grip on the part of my cock she couldn't reach with her mouth and stroked, using her saliva as lubricant. I was desperate to tangle my fingers in her long dark hair, but I fisted handfuls of my own instead. My hips pumped upward in rhythm with her bobbing.

  I made the fatal mistake of looking down at her. My cock was disappearing and reappearing as Lisa sucked me to oblivion, with one hand squeezing and stroking me. My breath caught in my chest when I saw what she was doing with her other hand. Lisa had slipped it into the waistband of her panties and was moving it up and down while sucking my cock. She was getting herself off while getting me off and I didn't even have time to warn her before my balls tightened and I shot my load into her mouth, calling her name through gritted teeth.

  “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” I panted. “Oh. Fuck. Oh my God.”

  Lisa swallowed, stood, and turned toward the bathroom. My hand clasped her wrist and pulled her into my lap.

  "Where do you think you're going?"

  “To rinse out my mouth.”

  "Oh," I said, not doing a great job of hiding my disappointment. My grip slackened. Lisa raised an eyebrow and bit her lip.

  “Don’t you want me to rinse out my mouth before you kiss me?”

  "No." I suspected I knew where Lisa would get this idea, but I didn't say it out loud. My feelings about her ex vacillated between being grateful that he was too stupid to hold on to her and pissed that she had to put up with someone like him for so long in the first place. I took the hand that she was using to please herself, found her two middle fingers and sucked them into my mouth. The taste was sweet, tart, and familiar. Lisa eyed me with curiosity, and a small smile haunted her lips. "Kiss me."

  She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressed our lips together. My tongue slid across the seam of her mouth, begging for entrance. Her lips parted slowly and I could sense her hesitation, so I waited, letting her take the lead. She edged her body closer to mine, tightened her grip on my neck and began to kiss me with more intensity than she ever had before. After a few moments, she broke our kiss and leaned back, grinning at me.

  “I’ve never come that hard before.” I squeezed my arms around her waist and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, which were now pink and swollen.

  “From a
blowjob?” she whispered, rubbing her button nose over mine.

  “From anything. You’re incredible.”

  Her eyes cut away from me, and she blushed before tossing her hair over her shoulder.

  “Where are the condoms?” She was helping me out of my dress shirt.

  "They're in the nightstand drawer, but I'm gonna need a minute or two."

  Lisa laughed before she curled up in my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her.

  * * *

  We heard a soft cry from the baby monitor.

  Nonononononononono. Bad timing, buddy.

  Lisa sat up.

  “Hey.” I eased her back onto my chest. “Let’s see if he puts himself back to sleep.”

  “He had a late nap and slept for a really long time,” she said while stroking my cheek.

  “Maybe he’s crying in his sleep?” I shrugged.

  She pulled the baby monitor off of the nearby dresser. CJ was sitting up in his crib wide awake and wailing with tears rolling down his cheeks.

  “You don’t start until tomorrow. I’ll go.” I kissed her shoulder and tried to stand.

  "It'll be faster if I go. Then, I'll come right back here." She planted a kiss on my nose. Her logic was sound, so I didn't argue. She rose from my lap. My hand traveled down her arm, lightly clasped her wrist, and my fingers slid through her palms until our fingertips separated, desperate for every moment of contact. She grinned at me, shrugged into my discarded dress shirt, buttoned the two remaining buttons, and left the room.

  I sank back into the chair, trying to catch my breath. I tucked my dick into my boxers before I stood and kicked my pants the rest of the way off. Lisa came into the view of the nursery's camera. CJ's crying intensified as soon as he caught sight of her. He crawled to the edge of his crib, pulled himself to standing, and reached for her. She grabbed a baby wipe from the dresser, wiped her hands and mouth before sweeping him into her arms, kissing him while swiveling her body from side to side. He calmed immediately when Lisa began singing to him. Something about the melody made my heart clench. It felt familiar, but I didn't recognize it, and I couldn't make out the words. My heart was still racing when I reached the far end of the hall and peeked into CJ's room. Lisa had her back turned to me, still rocking and dancing as she sang. She was swimming in my dress shirt, but it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen her wear.

  Now that I was closer, the tune was familiar as my own name. Lisa was singing “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue,” one of my mother’s favorite Crystal Gayle songs.

  She turned to see me watching from the doorway and smiled and motioned me inside. “Dance with us.”

  I wrapped my arms around the two of them and swayed. Lisa finished her song and started singing “Dream a Little Dream of Me.” CJ tucked his body into the space where Lisa’s joined mine.

  I'd made a terrible mistake. No matter what happened tonight after we put CJ back to bed, I could never be okay with keeping my relationship with Lisa professional. I thought back to the night we met. It was over two months ago, and it felt like a lifetime. A part of me wished she would've beaten the shit out of me with her bat that night because it wouldn't have hurt as much as knowing I would have to see her every day and know I couldn't be with her when I was completely in love with her.

  15

  lisa

  I lowered a sleeping CJ into his crib and turned to face Cole.

  He looked at me in a way I couldn’t place. It wasn’t the lust that had been there when we’d been interrupted, but something like adoration.

  “What?” I asked, tossing my hair over my shoulder and smoothing his dress shirt over my hips.

  “You’re amazing,” he whispered.

  "Well, I'd like to think it was a team effort." I laughed and took a step closer. "Should we go back to your room?"

  “Fuck yeah, we should,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss me.

  I squealed when Cole tossed me over his shoulder and ran towards his room.

  "Shhh." He gave my ass a little smack. "We're not going back into that nursery until tomorrow."

  He tossed me on the bed and crawled on top of me. His lips inches from my own. "I don't plan on rushing this time." He kissed my lips, then my nose and my cheeks. I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, and he caught my wrists and pinned them to the bed.

  “Uh-uh, neighbor,” he whispered, “no touching. Don’t make me call security.”

  I burst out laughing, which quickly became moaning when Cole used his lips, teeth, and fingers to peel me out of his shirt, my bra, and panties.

  He stood above me, gazing at my body like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

  "See something you like?" I asked with a small smile.

  He nodded and used his fingertips to caress my skin. He left trails of heat over my shoulders, arms, and elbows. He leaned down and painted my breasts with tender kisses and licks, lavished attention on each nipple with his tongue and teeth. I was shivering but also feeling like I could burst into flames.

  “Cole, I need you,” I rasped out in a jagged whisper.

  He planted a kiss on the sensitive part of my belly, making me chuckle.

  "Not as much as I need you, Lisa," he said before planting a kiss on one of my thighs. His hand slid between my knees, separating my legs. He slid a finger between my lips before sliding into my entrance. "You are so ready for me, gorgeous." He let out a low growl, leaned down, and swiped his tongue over my sex, making me moan again.

  "Yes, Cole. Please." I needed to feel him inside me again, filling me up with his warm, hard body blanketing mine, making me sated, protected, and desired.

  After he had his fill between my thighs, he rose from the bed, licking his lips, and I watched him walk to the nightstand and open the drawer to retrieve a strip of condoms, next to a bottle of lube and a couple of toys. He noticed me noticing the contents of the drawer and gave me a small mischievous lopsided smile before sliding it closed.

  I heard the crinkling of a plastic wrapper as Cole put on a condom and climbed on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance.

  “You still with me, gorgeous?” he asked.

  I bit my lip and nodded before I felt him nudging himself inside.

  "Oh my God, Lisa." He breathed as he slowly filled me inch by inch until our hips were connected. "You feel so good. You're so fucking tight." Cole pressed his nose into my hair, and his beard tickled the sensitive skin of my cheek and throat.

  “You smell so good. Why do you smell so good?” He covered my mouth with his and forced his tongue into my mouth before I could answer. I moaned and dug my nails into the hard flesh of his back as his hips rose and fell.

  Cole quickly withdrew and flipped onto his back, pulling me on top of him. “I want to see all of you when you come for me,” he groaned.

  I positioned myself over his hips and slowly lowered myself onto him. Cole's width stretched me as I exhaled, feeling him filling me.

  “Oh my God,” I sighed. His giant hands bracketed my waist as I tilted my hips back and forth, giving myself the pressure and friction my body craved. “Oh, God, Cole. Yes.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back. I felt like I was ready to explode. Cole’s greedy hands flew to my breasts, fondling, squeezing, and pinching, making me whimper and squeal.

  I was going to come hard.

  “Do it, baby,” he groaned, correctly reading my body’s signals. “Come for me again.”

  "Cole, oh, Cole… I'm… Oh, fuck." My body jerked and spasmed as Cole gripped my waist and thrust his hips upwards into mine, growling through gritted teeth. His fingertips dug into my hips as I rode the waves of my climax. My palms were pressed onto his pecs to steady myself, and I felt his muscles contract and relax.

  I collapsed forward on his chest, panting like I’d run a marathon.

  "Holy shit." Cole was panting just as hard as I was. I slid into the crook of his arm, where he kissed the top of my head.

  “Oka
y.” I giggled. “The first time was good, but I’m gonna go ahead and say that I prefer the extended version.”

  "I told you." He rolled onto his side and pulled me into him, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss. "What time is it?" he asked when he pulled away.

  I reached for his wrist and looked at his watch.

  “Eleven twenty-eight.” I looked at him.

  "So, technically, you're not my nanny for another thirty-two minutes."

  “There’s no way you’re ready again.” I laughed.

  "No, but I don't need thirty-two minutes." He gave me a crooked grin and climbed out of bed. When he returned, he wasn't wearing a condom, and he wasn't holding a washcloth.

  "I guess the whole you cleaning me after sex was a one-time thing?" I raised an eyebrow.

  "That's still happening, but I don't need a washcloth." He kneeled at the foot of the bed, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me towards the edge of the mattress.

  * * *

  Cole returned to the bedroom to find me still sitting in his armchair, where we’d had sex for the second time since putting CJ back to bed, with my legs draped over one of the armrests.

  “He’s fine. Still knocked out.” He scooped me in his lap and sat in the chair before he handed me the bottle of water he’d gone to the kitchen to retrieve.

  “What time is it?” I asked after I downed the entire bottle in a few gulps.

  “Twelve-fifteen.” He grazed his fingertips over my bare thigh.

  “Well, I guess that’s it.”

  “I guess so.” Strangely, he didn’t look as disappointed as I would’ve expected.

  "What?" I asked, questioning his strange gaze.

  “I was just about to take a shower. You should join me.”

  “Cole, you are my boss now. I don’t think showering with you would be appropriate.”

  “Weren’t you planning on showering anyway?”

  “I was.”