The Affair: A Romance Novella

by J.C. Valentine

  And it just might.

  But hell, I’m willing to take that chance.

  Will’s eager mouth glides down the graceful column of my neck, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh as one hand wanders to my breast. My nipple is a hard point against his palm as he massages the tender mound. I moan and my fingers tunnel into his hair, tugging at the roots as he takes the hard bud between thumb and forefinger and gives it a pinch, sending sharp bolts of arousal arrowing to my core.

  As much as I enjoy a good round of foreplay, though, he’s going entirely too slow for me. I want him inside me. Now.

  With my heels pressed against the backs of his thighs, my hands find his round, firm ass and I pull his hips closer, lifting mine at the same time in a silent but urgent plea for him to give me what I want.

  He chuckles, a devious little sound that’s barely audible even as he lifts his head to bring his mouth back down to mine. But that smirk—that sly, crooked smirk—unravels me in the most wondrous way.

  His tongue dances with mine, the slick glide wreaking havoc on my blood pressure as it steadily climbs higher. He’s flirting with disaster, because I’m about to combust.

  It would be a shame to die before feeling his hard length moving inside me. I mourn the loss just thinking about it.

  With a mental vow not to let that happen, I attack his mouth with fervor. If Will is taken off guard, he doesn’t let on. “No more playing,” I plea, giving him one chance only. “Inside. Now,” I say against his lush lips. And for added emphasis, I again lift my hips, feeling the hot slide of his cockhead slip through my folds and tease my clit.

  Groaning, Will’s hips surge, repeating the motion, and if I wasn’t already so damn wet, I have no doubt the friction would be hot enough to spark a fire.

  Which is exactly how my pussy feels. My inner walls throb painfully, the ache growing with every passing second that he’s not inside me. The minor relief I feel from his questing cock teasing me is short lived, and within seconds I’m so wound up I could cry.

  “Will, please,” I beg.

  The shake of his head is infinitesimal, and at first I don’t believe it. He’s seriously denying me? Denying us? I don’t know what his game is. Maybe he’s one of those guys who gets off on…what do they call it…orgasm denial? Well, that just doesn’t work for me. I’ve been anticipating this moment for so long, my vagina is going to revolt if the train doesn’t pull into the station—stat. Now, I’m just plain irritated.

  Taking matters into my own hands, I delve between our now sweat-slicked bodies and grasp his hard shaft before he can stop me.

  As soon as my fingers close around him in a tight fist and I give him a good stroke, Will’s forehead drops to my shoulder and a whine of pure, unadulterated pleasure rips past his lips as his hips buck of their own accord.

  The angle, I’ll admit, is awkward. I don’t have much room for movement, but I do my best, angling him toward my needy pussy as I tug on his hard flesh. His cock pulses in my hand, the fat head prodding my entrance, but still Will refuses to enter.

  The man must be a sadist. How else would he deny us both this pleasure?

  So I do the only thing that I can, and I begin rubbing the head across my clit, circling it again and again until the little bundle of nerves begins to tighten and my stomach flutters. I’m breathless, my heart racing as the pressure increases. Will joins in, bracing himself on both forearms as he rocks his hips, jacking himself off in my hand.

  It’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever experienced. Just imagining him coming all over me rockets my orgasm forward.

  I’m at a fever pitch, my inner thighs slathered in my own juices, the sound and smell of sex saturating the air, when I lift my hips and the whole of Will’s cock plunges into me.

  In less than a heartbeat, he’s filled me to the hilt. The shock of it causes us both to stop instantly. Will lifts his head and his gaze meets mine. He’s just as shocked as I am, but I think for different reasons entirely.

  Will was no doubt holding out, prolonging the connection. Me? I’m taken aback by the sheer size of him. He stretches me to the point of pain, and even though I love the feel of him, I need a moment to get used to being so full.

  “Are you okay?” he asks sweetly as he pets my hair back away from my face.

  I wiggle my hips, feeling the stretch as a deep ache in my groin, but it’s not a bad feeling at all. In fact, my arousal only ratchets higher. “I’m better than okay,” I whisper, smiling softly. “You’re just bigger than I expected.”

  “That’s why I was trying to go slow. Not many women can handle me.”

  “Oh,” I reply, scratching my nails down his back, “I’m handling you just fine.”

  His eyes search mine for subterfuge and then, with a slight nod, he flexes his hips and begins to move. He starts off slow at first, I assume to ease me into it, and while I appreciate the sentiment, I have no interest in that tonight. I want hard and fast and dirty. So I tell him that.

  “Fuck me, Will. Don’t hold back.” He hits a particularly sensitive part, and I cling harder to him, gasping in ecstasy. “Hold nothing back!”

  “Remember,” Will grunts as he pulls his hips back and slams into me, stealing my breath in the process, “you asked for it.”

  Oh, boy, did I.

  There is no way I could have predicted what I am in for, but Will is a sex god. He pounds into me mercilessly, rocking the bedframe so hard it knocks against the wall. Whoever our neighbors are, they’re likely not very happy.

  And I couldn’t give a shit.

  I lock my feet at the ankles at the base of Will’s spine and dig my fingers into his strong, wide shoulders to keep from being pile driven into the mattress. It’s not working, but I’m not complaining.

  Just when the pounding starts to become monotonous, Will pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach without preamble.

  “Ass up,” he commands, and I’ve barely complied when he’s back inside me. The angle gives him even deeper access, his sturdy, persistent length nudging my cervix with each pump of his pistoning hips. My tits are twin weights, swaying back and forth, nearly slapping me in the face and I feel my ass jiggle, sending shockwaves rippling up my back with each vigorous contact.

  My entire body is trembling, my arms growing weaker with each thrust. Will must notice this. Putting a hand on the back of my head, he pushes my face into the pillows, and I collapse instantly.

  Resuming his furious pace, Will grabs my hips and pulls me to him as he slams into me. I’m powerless, a boneless heap that’s completely at his mercy as he takes from me whatever he wants and gives back in spades.

  I love every second of it.

  I feel another wave of an impending orgasm stir to life, and I hone in on it, curling a mental finger to encourage it forward. Will denied me the first time; I’m determined to capture it this time. But just as last time, just before I can claim my coveted prize, Will withdraws, leaving me horribly empty. I whine in acute desperation as I feel my orgasm retreat like a specter.

  Then, much to my surprise, my back end begins to lift into the air. Reflexively, I push up onto my arms, ready to…I don’t know…do something, but then he catches me by surprise yet again.

  “What…?” Grasping my thighs, Will pushes me up out of his way as he maneuvers himself beneath me so that his cock is in my face and my pussy is hovering over his.

  I look at the flushed tip of his giant member bobbing with each heartbeat as it stands erect before my eyes, glistening with my own arousal. My mouth instantly waters for a taste, for the feel of him filling my mouth.

  Spreading me out wide, I feel Will reach around the outside of my thighs to pull my lips apart, exposing me completely. I feel like a holiday turkey, trussed up for his viewing and fucking pleasure, and he’s about to eat me up.

  Just as I’m about to do to him.

  Taking the initiative, I grab hold of his cock, giving it long, slow strokes from root to tip, gifting him with the sa
me slow, agonizing build-up he forced on me not long ago. But then his growl of pleasure morphs into determination, and the next thing I know, his mouth is covering my clit, his tongue flicking hard and fast, devouring me.

  It’s all I can do not to come right then and there. Fuck, he’s amazing. His tongue is as talented as his fingers, which are delving into my greedy hole, filling me almost as wonderfully as his amazing cock.

  My eyes slam closed and my head sags on my shoulders. By some miracle, I’m able to keep jerking him off, but I’m so lost in the sensations rolling through me that I’m not good for much else.

  Breaking his suction, Will continues to plunder my pussy relentlessly. “You better put that pretty mouth on my cock and start sucking, Jasmine,” he orders, and my pussy clamps down on his fingers, liking the sound of that a little too much.

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can, but I only get halfway before he hits the back of my throat. I make up for it with a little fist action, pumping him in time with my bobbing head.

  His hips rise to meet me with each downward suck, his little moans and groans when I hollow my cheeks around him driving me harder.

  I feel myself grow wetter, and I know I must be dripping by now. I worry he might drown, but if he is, he’s certainly not complaining. I don’t think I can get any hotter, any more turned on than I am right now. I’ve already reclaimed the ground I lost from my last two almost-orgasms, and now I’m wondering if there’s something to the whole orgasm denial thing, because I can tell that when this one hits me, it’s going to tear me apart.

  I say bring it on. Ravish me. Destroy me. I want it all.

  That familiar tightening starts in my belly, twisting and undulating like a furious tide rolling toward shore. At the same time, Will is beneath me, bucking his hips as he takes over control of both his pleasure and mine.

  I brace myself on one arm, the muscles burning. My jaw aches, and saliva coats my lips, chin, and hand making for a helluva mess.

  I love it.

  As the tension coils tighter inside me, I experience a taste of salty precum on my tongue, and that’s all the catalyst I need.

  My orgasm tears through me like a hurricane, and I moan around the pulsating cock that’s swelling between my lips, telling me that Will is following right behind me.

  Our collective groans of pleasure fill the room as we succumb to the almost violent throws of passion. Will laps up my honey while I swallow down his seed, spurring on another—wholly unexpected—orgasm of my own.

  When it’s finally over, when the ripples of pleasure begin to subside and Will’s cock flops uselessly in my hand, I succumb to exhaustion, allowing my weak limbs to collapse as I fall onto my side and bury my face in the tangle of sheets.

  My skin is dewy, sticky from sweat and bodily fluids, my hair is matted to my face, and I’m slowly suffocating. Do I care? Not a bit. I’m basking in my afterglow.

  I feel Will’s light touch skate down my ribcage, teasing forth a fury of goose bumps. I shiver, but even that feels amazing. I moan a false complaint and roll onto my side, giggling, “Bradley, stop.”

  Immediately, every muscle in my body freezes. My gaze slowly finds Will’s and I stare into his tropical eyes, feeling fifty shades of shitty. I expect him to get angry, to roll out of bed and walk out the door, but he does none of those things. Instead, Will traces my bottom lip with his finger, then leans in and kisses me lightly on the mouth.

  “Let’s take a shower.”

  I blink, dumbfounded, as he climbs out of bed and strides to the bathroom. Isn’t he offended? I try to think what I would feel if our roles were reversed, and I know I would be. So why isn’t he?

  Then I remind myself that this is a one-night stand. It’s not a commitment, and Will must know that. He saw my wedding band, and he knows I gave him a false name. I shrug it off, telling myself it’s a man thing. Men don’t get caught up in emotions like women do. Sex is sex, an exchange of pleasure. I don’t have to put a label on it nor should I be worried about what he thinks of anything. I’ll be gone soon, and he will become a distant but fond memory. Nothing more.

  I hear the rush of the shower running. The slide of metal shower curtain rings. Gathering myself, I follow after him. I have a limited amount of time left before I’m expected back in the real world. I intend to make every second count.

  FOUR

  I’ve been thoroughly used. My muscles feel like gelatin. I’m not even sure how I’m standing. A private smile creeps into place as I step into my shoes. There are little aches in all the right places. If I move just so, they call out to me, reminding me of everything Will did—every place he touched, licked, and fucked. I think back to our encounter in the shower. Flashes of Will on his knees, his face buried between my thighs. The memory of shockingly cold tiles against my shoulder blades. Water cascading down my face, and the wet, slippery slide of our bodies.

  One memory in particular, of me bent over, holding on to the metal towel bar as Will did things to me I’d never considered but had hoped to have happen, cause my cheeks to burn. And not just the ones he spanked raw.

  Will is a dirty boy.

  I shake my head to clear it. It’s time to get my head on straight. Our night together is fast coming to an end. But I can’t stop smiling, and I have him to thank for it.

  I haven’t felt like this since before the kids were born. It reminds me of how much I needed this night. How much I needed to be reminded that I am still a woman with needs and desires. A woman who is still attractive and sexy. Over the years, I lost myself to the routine, the demands of little people with needs of their own, dependent on me for their very survival. Somewhere along the way, I had ceased to exist, taking a backseat to everyone else’s needs and wants.

  Tonight, I’ve reclaimed some of me. I feel vibrant and alive again. Rejuvenated. I know that when I return home, it won’t be as if I’ve returned to the drudgery of my life. Instead, it will be with a renewed sense of satisfaction, a burst of energy. I’ve been reborn in many ways, in just a few short hours.

  In my mind, I think of all the ways this experience will have a positive impact on my daily life. I’ll smile more, as I’m doing now. I’ll be more patient, because I’ve allowed myself the space and luxury to breathe again. I’ll be happier, having treated myself to the thrill and excitement of this night, and it will all trickle down into every aspect of my life, making everything so much brighter.

  “I have to get going,” Will interrupts my thoughts. Standing by the hotel room door, his suit and tie back in place, hanging perfectly from his wide shoulders and contouring to what I know to be a fantastic body, one would never suspect that he’d just spent hours screwing a woman’s brains out.

  The fact that woman is me gives me goose bumps. I’m almost jealous of that suit, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t experience a pang of jealousy thinking of the next woman who will warm his bed. If I had the time, I’d ask for another round before we go. As it is, I have to be leaving too. Tonight has been and forever will be relegated to nothing more than a fond memory. Despite having had sex with Will, I love my husband more than anything in this world. He’s my life, my heart. While I regret having to leave here, I’m excited to get back home and be with my family again.

  Grabbing my purse, I saunter over, pausing before him. Will looks down at me, and I up at him, and we stand in perfect silence, digesting everything that has transpired between us.

  A soft smile graces his perfect mouth and I reflect my own back. There is nothing to say. We have a mutual understanding, one that will be left behind in this room to be erased by the maid in short order.

  Reaching up, Will hooks his finger around a strand of wayward hair stuck to my cheek and pushes it back behind my ear. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” I say with no small amount of fondness in my voice. I look toward the floor. My fingers flex.

  “The pleasure was all mine.”

  I smile, because that’
s so untrue. I lost track of how many times he made me come after the fifth.

  Gesturing toward the door, Will allows me to lead the way out, closing it behind us. We walk the long corridor to the elevator and ride down side by side in complete silence. We maintain a respectable distance. If anyone were to join us, we appear to be perfect strangers.

  When we arrive at the lobby, Will waits for me to step out first and follows. I flick him a look, telling him farewell and thank you and so many other things before parting ways—me to the front desk to check out, and him to the exit.

  And here my night has ended. I’m heading back into the real world once again. The kids will be in their pajamas by now, the TV blaring with some crazy cartoon that lacks the creativity of those I grew up with, and Bradley will be arriving home shortly to grace me with his adoring smile. Home.

  I return the doorman’s wish for a good evening and climb into my car. The drive is short, taking me less than ten minutes to cross the river and navigate the quiet streets before pulling into my driveway.

  The faint glow of lights behind drawn curtains draws my eye, but all appears quiet. Drawing in a deep breath, I turn off the engine and push open the door. I’m crossing the backend of the car, my left foot poised to climb the first step up to the house, when headlights sweep across the snow-dusted landscape followed by the rumble of another car engine.

  My gaze lifts and catches on the black four by four with the giant crash bar mounted on the grill as it closes the distance, stopping just a foot or two away. Placing my foot back down on the drive, I pivot around and face the truck head on, waiting for the driver to get out.

  When he does, I feel my breath stutter in my chest.

  “Hey, sexy,” Bradly murmurs as he comes around the front and heads straight for me like an arrow finding its target.

  “Hey,” I reply back almost breathlessly. My eyes eat him up, snagging on every detail. He looks so good in that suit, I just can’t get over it. He should wear it every day. Maybe even to bed. My man works construction, but when he cleans up, he does it well. But for all the clothing in the world, nothing quite gets me like his eyes.