He was making sure I was wet enough . . . But he didn’t need to check. My core was erupting with desire. Today, I wanted more than just his fingers. I wanted his cock.
***
Connor whipped me around. His lips were on my earlobes, tugging and flicking them with his tongue. His hot breath fell on the side of my face and I could feel him pressing himself into me. I knew it was giving him a thrill – knowing that Alex had wanted me, that the other guys wanted me, but only he could have me.
I trembled as his hands dug into my bare arms. My breasts bounced with every movement.
“You’re going to come for me again, Lesley,” he said, growling into my ear and he maneuvered my body forward. I could feel his erect cock on my ass, and my pussy grew hotter, wetter.
He had pushed me forward so that now I was facing the shelves where the food supplies were stored.
Connor stepped away from me, and then his hands were on my skirt. He pulled it down in one motion, and then my panties. I gasped when my ass was exposed to the cool air of the basement. Goosebumps erupted on my skin.
“Brace yourself, Lesley. You might have to hold on to something,” I heard him say and I reached for the shelf frame. I grabbed it with both my hands and remained stationary. My ears pricked at the sound of his belt buckle, the swoosh of his jeans sliding down. Connor was preparing himself for what he was about to do to me, and I couldn’t wait.
My body was overcome with an animalistic, wild need for his cock. I licked my lips, breathing in harshly. I couldn’t wait any longer for the moment when his cock would be inside me. I wanted to touch my pussy – just to soothe it so that it didn’t throb so wildly. I was dripping wet, my juices sliding down the insides of my thighs.
Connor stepped up to me again, and now he placed his hands on the back of my thighs. Gently, he pried them open, parting my legs wide. I felt my breath choke up in my throat, then my skin sizzled. Connor was sliding his tongue down my spine, leaving a wet trail on the way. The touch was smooth and delicate, and it sent shivers down my spine. Then, he blew on it. His hot breath cooled the wet trail on my back . . . leaving me gasping for air. I had never thought something so simple could feel so sexy.
The more air he blew on my back, the more my pussy throbbed.
“Please, Connor . . . ”I heard myself pleading.
“Tell me what you want, Lesley,” he said and I gulped. My mouth had gone dry. I’d lost my words. My mind was in a tizzy.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you!” he growled and his hand reached around to squeeze my left nipple. I moaned from the ache of it. My nipples were sucked and tight and sensitive to the touch.
“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard,” I said, surprising myself with the words I had used. I had never said that to anyone before – other than to Connor in my fantasies. Now I was actually saying it! I didn’t have to turn to look at him to know that he was pleased with what I had said.
“Good girl,” he hissed as his hands landed with a slap on my ass. He was parting it before he slid his fingers into my pussy, testing it for wetness again.
I could feel him lowering himself towards me, my ass was sticking up in the air, stretching towards him in offering. When his cock grazed my pussy, I gasped loudly. Connor chuckled, and then he thrust himself inside me.
My body pummeled forward from the force, but he had grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back in position. His cock was large inside me, sliding, inch by inch, deeper inside me. I moaned as I felt his cock stroke that spot in me. That spot I knew could trigger an orgasm any moment. No man had found it so quickly before, but my body jerked in reaction and Connor knew.
He started thrusting deeply. Keeping his hands on my waist, holding me in position, he plowed into me. With every thrust, his cock went deeper and I moaned louder. His grunts mingled with my voice as he pushed me closer to the edge.
My hair shook as it lay over my shoulders, my breasts bounced, and my hands gripped the shelves tighter. A sack of rice fell first at my feet from the shaking, but Connor didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, growling louder as he pushed deeper.
A basket of oranges came closer to the edge and then toppled over on to the floor.
“Come for me, baby,” he shouted, with no regard to who could hear us. He didn’t have to tell me a second time. I came just as he did. We both exploded together. His cum shot into me while my body shook from my orgasm. I moaned and gritted my teeth. My toes curled in my sandals as I felt him seeping inside me. My belly scrunched and my pussy held his cock tightly in place. Connor didn’t stop thrusting.
He slapped my ass, and my skin stung from it. I moved my hips faster. I wanted to prolong this orgasm for as long as possible. He slapped my ass again, thrusting faster and harder till we were both nearing the end of the orgasm.
He was done first and he waited, reducing his thrusting rhythm to a slow lulling motion. Finally, when he pulled his cock out of me, I was exhausted and fell forward on the shelves. The sack of flour I’d been looking for earlier; fell with a plop on the floor. It split open and the flour rose up in a cloud around my face, like fairy dust. I giggled.
I heard him laugh too, and I turned around to find him staring at me. In his eyes was the same kind of contentment that I was feeling. We stared at each other in silence, smiles and flour covering our faces.
“I should go check on Alfie. He’s expecting an apple pie,” I said finally and Connor reluctantly nodded his head. But he didn’t let me leave the basement till he had covered my face with kisses again.
Chapter 12 - Connor
The next few weeks passed by like a warm summer dream. I couldn’t have imagined having a life like this. With Lesley here, we felt like a beautiful little family and the ranch felt like home.
With Alex gone, there was more work to be done and I took it upon myself to take care of his workload. I didn’t mind. These days, I had more energy and more enthusiasm. It wasn’t just a job for me anymore – or a means of living. It was my passion and I worked hard to provide for Alfie. At the back of my mind, I knew that I was working towards providing for Lesley too.
We had settled into our little routines. Now, Lesley sat at the table with me for breakfast. She walked with me as far as the stables each morning with my packed lunch in her hands. We kissed each other goodbye for the day and she returned home to wake up Alfie.
I was getting to know a woman who I had always thought of as a little girl. She wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a grown woman and she had a lot to say. I knew I was falling in love, and even though it was too soon to admit it to her, I hoped that she was feeling the same way about me too.
We slept in separate rooms. Lesley still maintained her bedroom because we wanted to take things slow with Alfie. It was Lesley’s idea, in fact, because she didn’t want Alfie to be alarmed by the sudden changes going on around him. So, we decided to break the news of our relationship slowly to him.
And even though I sometimes visited her in her bedroom at night after Alfie had gone to sleep, our secret spot in the dark patch of trees behind the house was still where we liked making love. Our relationship was blossoming into something unknown to me, but with Lesley . . . it felt natural. I hadn’t even known that this was what I had been looking for all my life. All those empty one night stands and my marriage to Natalia had meant nothing. Lesley was the woman I’d been searching for my whole life.
I liked to watch her in the evenings when she served our dinner on the kitchen table. She and Alfie laughed and played. He hugged her, wrapping his arms around her neck. I finally felt like I had done the best I could for my son. She was the mother he had always deserved.
Chapter 13 - Lesley
It was the night before Alfie’s school was starting at the end of the summer, and he couldn’t find his homework.
“Mrs. Browning told us to bring it to class in the morning.” Alfie was whimpering as he searched the desk in his room. I was searching with him – just like we h
ad been for the past hour.
“I’m sure we’ll find it, honey. It has to be here somewhere,” I said, looking through all the drawers again. I could sense that he was about to cry and I hoped that we could find it soon. “Shall we check your dad’s cabinet? Maybe he collected all his papers off the kitchen table earlier and took your homework with him,” I suggested.
Alfie’s eyes brightened up immediately. “Yes!” he squealed and ran out of his room and into Connor’s bedroom. I followed him there, chewing on my bottom lip nervously in the hopes that we’d find the homework there.
Connor’s bedroom was as neat and tidy as ever. I’d been in there only a couple of times in the past few weeks that I was living on the ranch. Alfie was already rummaging through the cabinet, throwing his father’s files and papers on the floor in excitement.
“Alfie! Don’t do that. You’re messing up your father’s files,” I scolded him and bent down on the floor to start picking them up again. I knew how much Connor liked his things to be neatly arranged.
Alfie wasn’t paying attention to me as he sifted through his father’s papers. More files and letters came flying to the ground where I was kneeling now. I clucked my tongue, allowing the kid his couple of minutes of anxiety, and kept collecting whatever fell on the floor in a pile.
Then my eyes fell on a file that had my last name printed on it. It looked old, yellowing on the edges, and I picked it up in surprise. How many Evans families did Connor know? Alfie was still muttering while I knelt on the floor and opened the file. It was packed with letters and important looking papers. My eyes ran over the words in a rush, although none of it was making sense to me – not at first glance – until I read my father’s name: Michael Evans. My brows furrowed in shock.
“Found it! Lesley, I found it!” Alfie was squealing with joy and I slapped the file shut. I could feel my hands shaking, but I forced a weak smile on my face.
“Found what?” Connor’s voice greeted us at the door of his bedroom and Alfie went jumping to him. The file dropped from my hands to the floor, but Connor hadn’t noticed.
“You hid my homework in your cabinet, daddy!” Alfie squealed and Connor lifted him up in his arms. I turned to them, forcing myself to smile. Connor’s eyes sparkled, and he looked tanned and flushed as he looked into my eyes.
“Ready for dinner?” he asked and I nodded my head, hoping that he couldn’t see the shock on my face.
***
At dinner, I sat beside Alfie like I usually did and watched him talking enthusiastically about his latest drawings. Connor listened interestedly and, sometimes, I caught his eyes when he looked in my direction. I couldn’t hold his gaze.
What business did he have with my father? We had been nothing more than neighbors all our lives, and I had heard nothing about my father working with Connor or his family. More importantly, in the past weeks of our relationship . . . when we had spent hours talking and lying on the cool grass of the fields staring up at the stars after making love, he had failed to mention any business he had with my family.
“Lesley?” Connor’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked up to find Alfie and him staring at me.
“You’re not hungry? We’re done with dinner already,” he said and I looked down at my plate. I hadn’t eaten anything.
“Not really. I’ll clear the plates. Alfie, you should hurry up to bed, you have to wake up early tomorrow for school,” I said, and Alfie jumped off his chair and ran upstairs. Alone in the room with Connor, I kept my eyes averted as I started clearing the plates.
He came over to me at the sink, wrapping his arms around my torso and holding me close to himself. I was tempted to just ask him – to bury my face in his shoulders and just tell him everything I was feeling, but I couldn’t. First, I needed to find out what was in the file.
“I’m going to go to our spot for a smoke. Join me there after you’re done with Alfie?” he said and kissed my cheek lightly. I nodded my head and waited till he had left the kitchen. I waited till I heard the back door open and shut before I ran up to his bedroom again. The file was still on the floor where I’d left it, so I sank down to flip through it.
My eyes ran over the words, my brows were furrowed. I read and re-read the financial statements till everything slowly started to make sense. Bad investments. Money lost. Savings depleted. The numbers didn’t make sense at first, at least until I tried to dig deeper into the records. Connor had served my father as an investment advisor. There were some bad bonds involved. My father had invested all his savings into them, including the mortgage on our house. He’d taken out loans to make these investments . . . It all failed, and he lost everything.
The file fell from my hands and I leaped up off the floor. I clasped my mouth with both hands, realizing that I was panting from shock and anger. In a rush, I stuck the file back into the cabinet and ran out of the bedroom, hurrying to see if Alfie had tucked himself in.
I wanted to make sure that I was securely locked in my own bedroom before Connor returned to the house, looking for me.
Chapter 14 - Connor
Lesley hadn’t joined me at our usual spot. I’d waited for her for an hour, smoking cigarette after cigarette, in the hopes that she would come. Instead, I’d spent that hour thinking about our relationship and everything I had done to not deserve her. I had kept my business history with her father a secret until now, and I didn’t like having this secret hanging over us. But I knew that if Lesley found out what I had done – that I had caused her family’s financial ruin – that this relationship would be over. I wouldn’t ever deserve her forgiveness.
Crushing the last cigarette under my dusty boots, I took in a deep breath and walked back towards the house. All the lights seemed to be out, which meant that Alfie had already gone to sleep. Why hadn’t Lesley joined me like she said she would? I thought about how quiet she had been over dinner, too. I hoped that she was feeling well and I missed talking to her.
When I entered the house, it was deathly quiet and dark. I carefully went up the stairs to the door of Lesley’s bedroom and I knocked. I heard nothing. I turned the knob, only to realize that she had locked herself in.
“Lesley? Are you feeling all right?” I whispered hoarsely, but she didn’t respond to that either. I assumed she had already fallen asleep and returned to my bedroom in the dark.
This hadn’t happened before. Since that first night we slept together, not a day had gone by in the past weeks that we hadn’t spent some time together after dinner after Alfie had gone to bed. It made me uneasy. I changed and settled into bed, and wondering why she hadn’t said anything to me if she wasn’t feeling well.
The guilt of the secret I was keeping from her had seeped into my soul as well, and as I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling; I decided that I had to tell her. I didn’t want our relationship to be as fake and superficial as every other relationship I’d had before. I wanted to get it out of the way and explain the truth to her. But first, I needed to go into town and make a special purchase. Something I had been thinking about for the past few days.
If I was going to tell her the truth, I couldn’t go into that battle empty handed.
I lay awake that night, falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning from exhaustion. Even in my dreams, I saw Lesley . . . leading me across the fields, her summery floral dress floating around her as she ran, her beautiful laughter ringing in my ears. I said her name in my sleep because I loved her. I didn’t want to lose her.
***
I woke up late the next day, only getting a few hours of sleep. I showered and changed and rushed downstairs, hoping to catch Alfie before he left for his first day back in school.
When I hurried into the kitchen, I found him sitting at the table, scooping hot porridge into his mouth. A banana and an apple were lying half-eaten beside him – a habit of eating fruit which Lesley had managed to finally get him into, thankfully.
Chris was making himself some toast, and Lesley was absent.<
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“Hey, kid,” I went over to Alfie to ruffle his head while he ate. When I looked into his face, I noticed that he seemed a little confused.
“Where’s Lesley?” I asked him and he stared at me with his eyes widened.
“I don’t know,” he replied and I looked at his breakfast and then back at him again.
“What are you talking about? Who made you breakfast?” I asked and Alfie put down his spoon, suddenly not interested in his food anymore.
“She made it for me and now she’s gone,” he said and I turned to Chris for an explanation.
“What is he talking about?” I thundered at him. He popped his toasts on to a plate and walked over to the table and sat down.
“He’s right, boss. Lesley made him his breakfast and then got into a cab,” he told me and I shook my head in confusion. It was like these two were talking in riddles or something.
“Got into a cab? What cab?”
“She’d ordered a cab. She had her bags packed. She said she wanted to wish Alfie good luck for the day and make him breakfast, but that she had to go,” Chris said and casually crunched his toast as though there was nothing wrong. Everything was wrong. The ground seemed to be shaking under my feet.
“Where did she have to go? Did you ask her?” I was hollering at Chris. He put down his food, sudden fear in his eyes. He was aware of what I had done to Alex, and now he seemed to think that I was just some crazy guy with a short temper. I looked over at Alfie and he looked frightened too.
I realized that I was breathing hard and my nostrils were flared with rage. I didn’t even know who I was mad at.
“I didn’t ask, boss. I figured you knew that she was leaving,” Chris finally replied.
“Daddy, where has Lesley gone? How will I go to school?” Alfie’s voice cut through my thoughts and I whipped around to him.
“Chris will take you,” I snapped and then ran out of the house.
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