“I couldn’t wait to see you,” said Lane.
“I didn’t even know you were back. Wait, how did you know I’d be coming back here right now?” I asked.
“I didn’t.”
“So you would have waited here all day for me. Until nine, ten o’clock?”
“However long it took. I didn’t know how else to reach you—discreetly, anyway.”
Those last words said it all. Lane and I were still sneaking around. There seemed to be something forbidden about our feelings for each other. And though it made our interactions a bit inconvenient, there was also a heightened sense of excitement. I reached out a hand to caress his arm, feeling his bulging bicep.
“Look, I’m feeling a bit tired. I’m gonna go inside and lie down. Care to join me?”
“I’m pretty tired, too. I didn’t sleep at all last night. But let’s go to my bedroom.”
“Oh,” I said in a fake whiny voice. “But my bed is sooo warm and cozy.”
“I guarantee mine is better. I think you’ll enjoy it quite a bit,” said Lane as he took me by the hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
As we walked across the property, I worried that someone might see us, that rumors might start spreading. I looked at Lane nervously, and he seemed to read my mind clearly, because he led me around the back of the mansion to a secret service entrance.
We went up a long set of stairs and followed a winding maze of hallways through the enormous building. I had no sense of direction in this gigantic house, no sense of spatial relation whatsoever. Was I close to Lane’s office? The dining room? I had no way of knowing. It amazed me that one could ever learn to navigate such a huge place. Had Lane ever gotten lost in his own house? Picturing that made me smile to myself.
Soon he was leading me through a larger hallway. This one had windows that looked out on the property which gave me some idea of my location. A minute later he was opening two large doors into a cavernous bedroom.
I gasped.
Before me was a space almost as large as his office, with sweeping wood floors and a luxe king-size bed. No, no, the bed must have been even bigger than that, piled high with pillows of all shapes and sizes, soft white sheets and a comforter in a rich, dark red. It looked like pure heaven to my tired eyes.
I broke my hand free from Lane’s and ran towards the bed, jumping onto it and falling into the soft, cloudlike mélange of pillows and blankets and comforters. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked back towards Lane who stood smiling by the door.
“You’re right,” I said. “This is nicer than my bed.”
I watched Lane as he walked over towards me, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it up over his head to reveal his broad chest. He tossed the shirt on the floor and jumped up onto the bed with me, his big body pinning me against the comforter as he went in for an unexpected kiss. His tongue was wet and hot, sensual as it swirled against my own. I bit his lower lip as our kiss broke.
“Why do I get the impression we’re not going to be doing much sleeping?” I said naughtily.
Lane’s only answer was another kiss. Starting at the back of my knee, his hand grazed along my leg before giving my ass a tight little squeeze. He kissed me harder at that moment, pulling me into him. I braced my hand against the warm skin of his muscular pecs, playing with his chest hair.
Sliding my own hand down across his abs, I could feel my body getting hotter, my pulse growing faster with anticipation. I changed position and ran my hand up his thigh, stopping once I felt the bulge at his crotch. I squeezed gently and felt it jump as we made out on his bed, as passionate as two teenage lovers—but with a lot more expertise in the realm of sexual pleasure.
Deftly, I undid the buttons of his jeans, allowing me to slide my hand inside and take hold of his big girthy rod. It was warm to the touch, just waiting to be sucked and fucked in a chaotic frenzy of lust and desire.
I moved towards the foot of the bed and started pulling off his jeans, and Lane obliged silently, his own sense of anticipation increased as he saw me standing there. I crossed my arms and pulled off my shirt, inching it ever so slightly off of my skin. Each second revealed a little more and soon I was sliding out of my jeans and standing there in my bra and panties. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, then turned around and bent over as I pulled down my panties, letting him catch a glimpse of my tight pussy between my legs.
“Damn,” I heard Lane say softly, as if whispering to himself in awe.
“You like what you see?”
“You know damn well I do.”
“Well, then why don’t you come over here and get it?”
“I want to see you crawl to me,” he said.
Lane was stroking his own cock as his eyes scanned my body, every subtle curve offering fuel for his naughty imagination.
I got down on the floor on my hands and knees. It was crazy. It was dirty, but it felt right. I didn’t mind letting a man like Lane call the shots; I knew he wanted me and it made me brim with confidence. I was comfortable submitting to a man that I knew was as desperate for me as I was for him.
Making my way towards the bed, I crawled, my hands enjoying the softness of the Persian rug beneath my finger tips. Everything about my surroundings was sensual, perfectly designed to heighten my sense of impending bliss.
I looked up at him, my eyes wide and innocent, then narrowing suggestively as I made my way onto the bed. Crawling towards him, my hands running up his muscular thighs, I grabbed hold of his shaft, lifting it up and stroking it gently as I dipped my head down to take a lick of his balls. Taking one into my mouth, I sucked and pulled, giving a little nibble, just the slightest touch of my teeth against his skin.
I heard him groan, a sound of pleasure that made me want to please him even more, to put that big cock in my mouth. I licked his balls and up the base of his shaft, making my way slowly to the throbbing tip. He groaned more loudly when I put him in my mouth. Already I could taste his pre-cum—he was that excited for me. He’d been anticipating another affair like this for a long time.
I kept stroking his shaft with my right hand as I swirled my tongue slowly around his head. My other hand rested on the tight muscles of his abs. Then I dropped my hand down to his balls and played with him as I bobbed up and down, alternately deep-throating him and giving gentle licks, varying my pressure and his pleasure with each subtle move.
I took his tip out and rested it against my lips, looking up at him and pushing the hair out of my eyes. I gave him a little smile as I flitted my tongue against his head, making his fat cock jump for me. Was I being a tease? Maybe, but I loved it. I kissed his tip, running it against my lips and occasionally touching it against my tongue.
Then I took him all the way in and down my throat, giving one last deep slurp of him before taking his cock out of my mouth with a slight pop. I put my hand on his shoulders and climbed on top as he continued to lay on the bed, his head resting on the giant pile of pillows.
I straddled him, reaching underneath my legs to find that massive cock of his, and bringing it up to my lips. I was so damn wet at this point, dripping with thoughts of him fucking me. I’d been daydreaming about this since the last time, occasionally losing my train of thought during the most menial tasks, replaying those blissful moments in my head over and over and over.
It made me wet every time. And now that he was here with me, his cock rock-hard and ready, I could barely contain myself. Still, he was absolutely huge, and when I eased down onto his cock I felt a slight shudder rush through my body—but I liked that feeling. Lane was all man, powerful and dominant and unapologetically so.
As he filled me up with his big dick, I felt my body relax, the tension dissipating as I slowly began to grind on him, up and down, front to back, building into a slow and satisfying rhythm. The wetness made it easier, and his tip was hitting just the right spot each time he thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deep inside of me.
Before I knew it he was going harder and I
felt my body almost incapable of handling the force with which he was fucking me. But even if it hurt, I still couldn’t make myself tell him to slow down. I wanted him too much, wanted him to pour all his passion into me.
So instead of slowing down, I just bucked harder, my voluptuous ass slapping up against his thighs as he squeezed it, pushing me down onto his cock, going deeper and deeper with every single thrust.
Lane was in control, there was no denying or escaping that fact. But if I’m telling the truth, I liked it like that. Everything was a blur, my mind almost incapable of concentrating as he fucked me. I moaned loudly with each deep, purposeful stroke.
And then I felt myself starting to climax.
Noooooo, I thought to myself. How am I coming so damn quickly?
But I knew the reason why. It wasn’t just the angle, it was the passion with which Lane was fucking me, all that desire that had built up during the time we’d spent apart. But it had only been a day! This was absolutely crazy, everything just happening so quickly. I didn’t know if it was right, but dammit, it felt right.
I moaned again, my body growing weak. Until now, I’d been moving in rhythm with him, grinding against him and matching his every subtlety. Now my body was losing control, my concentration all but non-existent as I was overcome with orgasm.
“Oh, oh fuck,” I said, biting my lower lip, my hands still braced against his chest, trying to steady myself as I gyrated on him. “Oh, keep going. Ooohhhh, that’s it, that’s it!”
And suddenly I was in the throes of orgasm, feeling his hot load shooting forcefully inside my pussy, setting off a chain effect that sent my climax to another level. I kept gyrating against him as he fondled my breasts, bringing my nipples to his mouth and giving a slow, smooth suck as I grinded gently on him, my last bits of energy being used up in motions to maintain the duration of my orgasm.
I fell down on top of him and kissed his lips, sucking as his lower lip as I felt his big, sticky load swimming inside my pussy, his cock still hard inside me.
“I want to fall asleep like this,” I said weakly, my voice soft and sleepy. “You make me so damn crazy.”
Lane laughed and held me tightly against him, squeezing my ass then wrapping his arms around me.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” he said.
We lay there for a little while longer and once I’d regained energy I kissed him deeply, our wetness mingling, expressing our last bit of remaining lust for one another.
“Dammit, that was good,” I said.
“I can’t explain, but somehow I just lose control when I’m with you.”
He squeezed me again. Then I felt his cock slide out of me and I fell over onto the mattress beside him, cradled in his arms in the big, plush bed. Dammit if I wasn’t exhausted by now.
As I lay there next to him, enjoying the aftermath of our unexpected early evening love affair, I suddenly found myself steeped in worry. The previous night’s events slipped into my mind. I saw the drunk look in Don’s eyes, heard his untoward advances, and felt the vulnerability of not knowing what he might do.
Lane must have felt me tense up, because he asked what was wrong, but I just brushed it off.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I said snuggling up next to him. “Couldn’t be better.”
But I hardly felt fine. Sure, things were good with Lane, but how could I know how the story about Don’s advances would affect things? Should I just keep my mouth shut? I didn’t want to get him fired, but I also needed to tell my side of the story. What if Don tried to blame things on me—what if he told Lane that I had come onto him?
I was shot through with worry, paralyzed, not knowing what I should do. I closed my eyes, hoping a good night’s sleep would provide some semblance of clarity. But it was hard to tell how much good it would do. Needless to say, the past twenty-four hours hadn’t simplified my life.
Sure, the time I’d spent with Lane was blissful, but the rest of it was a damned mess. I did my best to sleep, but no amount of counting sheep would settle my troubled mind and give me the respite I so desperately needed.
CHAPTER 6
~ Adelaide ~
I woke up the following morning feeling surprisingly well-rested, but as the rays of the morning sun streamed in, rousing me from sleep, so too did my worries from the night before. I looked over at Lane as he slept peacefully next to me, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath. Leaning over, I kissed his right pec as I placed my hand on his shoulder.
His eyes opened and he smiled back at me. I lay my face against his neck and kissed it. I knew he was already turned on, and normally I would have been, too. But the confrontation with Don was still troubling my mind.
Lane pulled me on top of him, fondling my breasts as I straddled him. I felt his cock getting hard, grazing the insides of my thighs, searching for my wet slit. He reached a hand down in an effort to guide his big cock inside me, but I stopped him short.
“We need to talk,” I said, rolling off of his athletic body.
“The four words no one ever wants to hear.”
“I know, but it’s true. There’s something I need to tell you.”
“You’ve lost interest.”
“No! Really? Why would you think that?”
“Because you just said ‘we need to talk.’”
“We do, but it’s about something else. Honestly, I should have told you last night, but… I don’t know, I got wrapped up in other things.”
“Ha, well, who could blame you for that?” said Lane with a laugh, pulling me in for a kiss and sliding his hand up my leg towards my crotch.
“Stop. This is serious. Just hear me out. I don’t know how to say this really, I know you’re going to be mad, but please don’t be mad. It’s just…” I trailed off, unsure if I should proceed. How would Lane respond to this revelation?
“Just spit it out,” he said, pulling his arm back from me. “You’re only making it harder with this long introduction.”
“Ok, well…” I paused, then decided I’d just come out and say it like he wanted. “Don came onto me while you were away signing the merger.”
“He WHAT?” growled Lane.
I could see a look enter his eyes that I’d never seen before. I’m not sure whether it should be described as cold or ferocious, or some combination of the two. The muscles of his face tensed and he looked ruthless, as if he could kill Don and not even think twice about it. I rubbed his chest, trying to ease his tension.
“Calm down,” I said soothingly.
“Explain to me exactly what happened,” said Lane with an even, icy tone to his voice.
“Well, it was late, like two or three in the morning. I heard a knock on my cottage door. I wouldn’t have gone down to answer it, but I thought it might have been you just getting back from your merger. But when I opened the door, Don was standing outside.”
“Go on,” said Lane calmly.
“He asked if he could come in and I didn’t know what to say, so I told him he could. He seemed really lonely, said he’d been walking around the property. I figured he just needed someone to talk to, you know how people can get when they’ve been drinking alone sometimes.”
With those last words I saw Lane tense up again.
“He was drunk?” asked Lane. The tone of his voice became notably more hostile and I could tell I’d hit a nerve.
“Yeah, I think so. He smelled like booze anyways.”
“Don’s not supposed to drink,” said Lane. “He has a problem with the stuff. He promised me that he was done drinking.”
“He’s an alcoholic?”
“If there ever was one. Dammit, I can’t believe I trusted him.”
“He needs help.”
“I know he does. But this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“A few years back, he got a bit grabby with one of the maids. She sued him and she sued me for sexual harassment in the workplace, said I
’d created a hostile work environment. We settled out of court for a sum I’m not legally allowed to mention, but it wasn’t a small amount by any means. I didn’t fire Don because I knew he was a man who had a problem. I thought he could overcome it. He swore off drinking for good. At least to my knowledge, he’s been sober since—until now that is.”
I lay there silently listening to Lane tell the story, unsure of what to say in response. I pictured Don in my cottage the night before, the way he’d stumbled inside, words slurring together as he made his approach. What if something much worse had happened? I shuddered just thinking about it.
“Did he touch you?” asked Lane.
“What?” I asked, my thoughts interrupted; it took me a second to come back to the present conversation.
“Did he touch you?”
“No, no. He took a step toward me and I told him if he came closer I’d go get Jim.”
“And he left right after that?”
“Yes, but dammit, I was scared Lane.”
“I know. Trust me, I’m going to deal with this.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“I don’t know quite yet. I’ll know when I see him. I usually trust my instincts in situations like this.”
“Lane, I’m scared you’re going to do something you’ll regret.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be careful. I’d still like to believe Don is just a good man with a bad problem. I’ll give him a chance to come clean. He’s done a lot for me over the years and I don’t want to forget that. But at the same time, some things just can’t be forgiven.”
~ Lane ~
Adelaide and I made love that morning, but after the preceding conversation, it just wasn’t the same as before. The issue with Don was weighing heavily on both our minds at that point.
I couldn’t tell if she was still scared of him or whether she felt bad about potentially getting Don fired. It was hard for me to hide how angry the news had made me. If what she told me was true, Don was messing with the one thing in my life that he should have known to stay away from.
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