Lane One: Temptation

by Justine Elvira

  I've never felt this kind of attraction to anyone before in my life. It's impossible to explain, but as we stand huddled my whole body, inside and out, is drawn to her.

  "Think she bought it, Theo?"

  "No, she knows they've won."

  With me leaning over in this position, our heads are close together and our lips are just inches apart. She hasn't made any effort to move away from me and I find myself enticed by her lips. Her full, pink lips that are parted, breathing irregular breaths onto my skin. I look back up at her and her eyes are focused on my lips as well. She sucks her lip between her teeth and then bites down gently and I can't control what happens next.

  I know I was going to wait. I know what I promised Chris, but Chris doesn't know what the last year has been like for me.

  I step forward, pushing her up against the wall behind her. My hands go to her waist, grabbing onto the material of her dress as I lean down and my lips connect with hers.

  Fuck, she feels good. Her lips are soft, warm, and fit perfectly against my lips. After a few seconds of connection, she starts to move her mouth with mine. Each brush of her lips is reluctant, but her desire for me takes over, as our kiss turns urgent.

  Her arousal is such a turn on. Every time her lips move with mine it feels fucking incredible.

  My hands move from her hips and glide across her torso, wrapping around her waist until they lower to the round, soft mounds of her ass. I hold her tightly, squeezing her desirable cheeks in my hands as my lips open and she moans into my mouth, encouraging me to keep going. My tongue moves to dance with hers and she tastes like fucking honey. Her hands move up to the back of my head as she grips my hair, pulling it as she moans in approval.

  Our kiss is so powerful, so magnetic, that I forget where I am and that it's completely inappropriate to be mauling her in her employer's hallway, but I don't give a shit. I want her, I've wanted her for months and I'm not going to let anything get in the way of having her. I've earned it, dammit.

  I use her ass to pull myself into her, grinding my hips against her so she can feel how she affects me. So she can feel just what I want to do with her. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around my waist, straddling my dick and I growl when my hard erection makes contact with her core.

  I need to touch her; I need to know she's affected just as much as I am.

  As our tongues continue to taste each other, the palms of my hands squeeze her ass one more time before sliding down her body to the edge of her dress. I slip them underneath until my hands are on the back of her thighs and then I slowly slide my fingers up her legs in order to reach their destination, but as soon as I'm about to reach the edge of her panties, she stops kissing me. Her grip loosens from my hair and then her hands are on my chest, pushing me away.

  I stumble and fall backward, surprised by the force behind her push. Her legs touch the ground and her hands are on her knees as she pants, trying to catch her breath from our kiss. I'm a little out of breath, too, but I'm more shocked than anything. She was into it. She was really fucking into it, so why the fuck did she stop?

  She moves to stand up straight and then adjusts her dress slightly. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "That got... out of hand and it was my fault."

  "I'm okay with you wanting to get out of hand, in fact I encourage it." I move to step closer to her but she puts her hands up in an attempt to stop me.

  "That won't be happening again. I'm sorry I encouraged you. Let's just go back and finish the game." She moves to walk past me and I let her, completely confused about what the fuck just happened. I've never been turned down after a kiss.

  Her rejection only makes me want to conquer her more.

  I follow her into the living room, watching the ass that I just had my hands on walk in front of me. She's fixing her hair from our rumble and brushing it off to the side again to expose her neck.

  I can't be here anymore. If I stay I might do something stupid because all I can imagine right now is fucking her until she can't walk. Watching her apologize for pushing me away as she's on her hands and knees begging me to fuck her. So there is no way I can finish this game of bridge.

  Molly and Eileen are already seated and when Cassie sits down in her chair and looks up at me with guilty eyes, I know I have to go.

  "Ladies, I hate to call it a night but I have a big meeting in the morning." I bend down, moving in to give Molly a kiss on the cheek and then I say goodbye to Eileen and Cassie.

  "You have a meeting on a Sunday, Theo?" Molly asks, obviously confused by my sudden need to leave.

  "There are no days off in my line of work," I reply, winking at her. "Tell the little rugrat I'll pick her up on Friday."

  I look over at Cassie one more time before leaving, hoping I'll be able to read her mood better, but her head is down so I'm unable to read her emotions. Letting my feet lead me, I turn around and walk out of the brownstone.

  I need to forget this night, forget the sting of rejection, and come up with some kind of plan to win her over the next time I see her. I need to get to know her better, I need to talk to her more, and I definitely need to feel her lips on mine again.

  Five

  Entry #1593

  I can't recall ever meeting a person so warm. I'm not just talking physically warm. I'm talking internally warm. It's like I could feel the warmth of her soul pouring out of her and I'm dying to get wrapped in its heat.

  For the first time I feel like my life is not exactly where it should be, and I'm embarrassed at the man I've become.

  I spent my entire Sunday evening playing Phil Collins albums and writing draft after draft of an apology letter to the woman I'm infatuated with. Thankfully, after the sixth glass of bourbon, I came to my senses and threw every letter out.

  The rest of my weekend sucked. Sunday with my parents was dreadful and included them telling me how disappointed they are with my life choices. The only reason I still put up with their bullshit is because my grandmother doesn't have much time left and if I avoided Sundays with my parents then I'd never get to see her. My father makes sure of that.

  By the time I got home Sunday evening I was exhausted. I could've used a good lay right then, but since I still didn't have a replacement for Bailey, and didn't feel like fucking one of the hundreds of women I have in my phone, I was shit out of luck. I went to bed with my hand, something I was getting used to recently, and tried not to think about Cassie.

  Which only lasted a couple of minutes before I was jerking off to the memory of her body pressed against mine.

  But today I woke up a little brighter because today I get to see Cassie.

  I sound like a fucking chump, but I don't give a shit anymore. After spending Saturday with her, I want to get to know her better. I want to know more about her childhood and what it was like, I want to know what made her become a nanny, I want to know how many boyfriends she's had in the past so I can hunt each one down and beat the shit out of them.

  I know it's not rational and I've never given a shit about a woman's previous conquests, but I care about Cassie's. Just the thought of another man touching her makes me see red.

  I pull up to the health club a little earlier than normal and shut off my car. I haven't had much time to contemplate what exactly I'll say to her today, but after everything that happened Saturday I have to talk to her. I obviously scared her off in the hallway with how aggressive I was with our kiss. I want to make sure she knows I can be gentle and take things slow, and that I actually like her and want to see her again.

  These feelings are all new to me so I need to be careful not to say too much. I don't want to give her the wrong idea and risk hurting her. I might like her and want to try things out with her, but I'm not naive enough to believe that I can actually have a real, long-standing relationship. It's just not in the cards for me.

  After saying hello to Steven and then changing in the men's locker room, I head over to the pool. The place is empty and every lane is available to me. I walk to the ed
ge of the pool and slide into lane two, leaving lane one open for when Cassie arrives, which should be any moment now.

  The water feels too inviting so I start my warm-up laps, letting my body enjoy the feel of the water. One Republic is playing over the stereo system as I set my warm-up pace to their song Counting Stars. It's not long before I can sense her presence. I finish my lap, swimming over to the edge of the pool and standing up just in time to see her slide into lane one. Her back is towards me as she pulls her long hair into a knot on top of her head and wets her goggles.

  "Hey, stranger," I call out confidently, letting her know that I'm in the lane next to her. "Crazy meeting you here."

  What the fuck? It's official. I'm officially one of those pussy whipped men I always make fun of because they grew a vagina where their dick should be. It wouldn't be so bad if I was at least getting to fill her pussy with my cock.

  She turns around slowly and I can see how unsure she is to talk to me.

  "Hi," she replies cautiously.

  "Did you have a nice rest of the weekend?"

  She's looking at me confused as she responds, "It was okay."

  I ignore the questioning look she's giving me and continue on, "Yeah, mine sucked. I was with my family all day yesterday and all I could think about was coming here this morning. I couldn't wait for the possibility of seeing you again."

  A slow grin starts to spread across her face but she promptly hides it by biting down on her lip before she slides it between her teeth.

  Damn, that's sexy. How am I supposed to think with anything but my dick when her lips are practically calling to me?

  "Well, I'm here, like I am every day." She places the goggles on her head and then takes a sip of her water before placing it back down on the ledge.

  She's guarded and it's obvious she wants to be anywhere but here, beside me. I can't lose her; I mean, I can't lose the possibility of her.

  Pulling my goggles off, I toss them on the ledge and dip myself under the cool water, swimming under the floating markers so that I'm in lane one with her. Cassie's back is still facing me so I stand up and hover over her from behind, dipping my head to whisper in her ear.

  "I thought you would be here, that's why I couldn't wait to swim today. I can't stop thinking of you... in that dress." I slip my arms around her waist and lay my palms flat against her stomach. Her body leans back into me, encouraging me to continue. I can't believe she's encouraging me to continue, but I'm not going to question it. That would be fucking foolish. I'll just keep going until she makes me stop. I don't care that we're at the health club and anyone can walk into the pool area.

  "You looked so beautiful. I've wanted you for months, but seeing you at that party... in that dress... with your big, brown eyes and kissable lips, I knew I had to have you."

  I lower my mouth and kiss her right below her ear as I slide my hands over her torso. She doesn't speak, but she doesn't stop me either, so I continue to kiss her, trailing open mouth kisses down her neck. She leans her head back on my shoulder, inviting me to continue my assault on her skin, so I do. My lips move down to the base of her neck and I suck the delicate flesh between my lips, tasting her with my tongue before kissing back up her neck until I reach her earlobe.

  "Then in the hallway. Fuck, Cassie, that was so hot. I only wish we had been somewhere more private so we could continue what we started. I wanted to feel you around me. I wanted to feel how wet I made you."

  My right hand leaves her stomach and slowly trails down her body and underneath the water. She's not stopping me- she spreads her legs ever so slightly, daring me to continue, so I slip my hand between her thighs and cup her, rubbing my palm back and forth against her pussy. Her legs start to give out as she whimpers, making my dick impossibly harder. I thrust my hips into her lower back so she can feel my intense, primal need for her.

  I'm about to move my hand and slip it under her swimsuit when she raises her arms, lifting them up behind my neck, arching her back and pushing her ample breasts out. My body changes course and instead of stroking her clit, I massage my way back up until my hands are cupping her ample breasts. Her nipples stiffen gloriously, and I had to feel them bare, pull on them until she's so filled with lust she can't help but attack me.

  I slip my hand under the blue material of her suit and squeeze her firm tits, finally skin to skin. My thumb grazes her nipple which causes her luscious ass to grind into me as she groans huskily, "More... I need more."

  I knew she felt it, too. I've awakened the beast inside her and I want her to submit to every touch, every kiss I give her.

  I pull on her nipple as I whisper in her ear, "God, you’re absolutely intoxicating. You're so responsive. Are you wet for me, Cassie? Is your pussy trembling, waiting for me to give it some attention?"

  I keep playing with her nipples, switching back and forth between her beautiful tits. My other hand slowly trails back down her stomach to give her cunt the attention it deserves.

  "Yes," she moans, continuing to push her tits out at me, encouraging me to continue.

  I've forgotten all about where we are, and that I'd much rather be in the privacy of my bedroom. All my lust-filled mind can focus on is Cassie. I move her quickly with my body until we're against the wall of her lane. Lifting her gently with my knee, I tell her to hold on to the ledge of the pool. She silently listens, her palms holding onto the ledge as I thrust my hips into her ass.

  "That feels... you're so..."

  "I know, baby. Imagine it inside you, fulfilling your every desire."

  I continue my thrusts as my hand lowers to the apex of her thighs. As much as I love going slow, I might die if I don't feel her come around me. My fingers tease her softly before I slowly slip a finger under the material of her swimsuit, my fingertip sliding across the smooth skin of her mound and finding her wet, throbbing clit.

  I could come right now and she hasn't even touched me.

  Just as I'm about to awaken her orgasm with my fingers, she aggressively pulls my hands away from her body, pushing me away from her with her backside. She turns around, slips her goggles over her eyes and then pushes off the wall. I look after her stunned as I realize she’s swimming. She's started her workout and is blatantly ignoring me, the man that just had his hand between her thighs.

  God, she is the most confusing woman I have ever met. She was into it. The way she leaned into me, opened her body up for me, and the noises that escaped her lips... she was definitely into it. So why did she stop?

  She's swimming back in my direction so I dip under the water and move back to my lane. If she's going to ignore me and get her workout in then I'll do the same, but she will talk to me afterwards. I'll make sure of it.

  I'm prepared to swim the full three hours this morning. While I like my normal ninety minutes, Cassie swims much longer. I was smart enough to cancel any meetings I had later this morning and move everything to the afternoon.

  I'm surprised that after only an hour in the water Cassie is pulling herself out of the pool, grabbing her water bottle, and making her way into the women's locker room.

  Oh, hell no. She's not leaving here without talking to me first.

  I pull myself out of the water and rush inside the locker room, skipping the sauna and taking a thirty second shower before dressing and walking out into the lobby. Steven is rustling through some paperwork on the countertops when I interrupt him.

  "Has Cass- I mean, has Miss Ward been through here?"

  He throws me a puzzled look before recognition takes over his face.

  "No, sir, I believe Miss Ward is still inside. Would you like me to check for you, sir?"

  As he finishes his question I see Cassie walking towards us from the corner of my eye. "No need," I reply and walk towards her. She doesn't stop for me, in fact she ignores me as she waves goodbye to Steven and walks out the front entrance. I keep pace with her as she walks towards her car.

  "We need to talk."

  "Now's not a good time," sh
e huffs. "If I don't leave now I'm going to be late."

  She continues to her car and opens the driver side door, throwing her bag in the passenger seat and then slipping inside. Her hand grabs the handle of the door to shut it, but I grab onto the top of the door stopping her from closing it.

  "This will only take a minute, Cassie."

  Ignoring me she puts her key in the ignition and turns it as she speaks.

  "I don't have a minute. We can talk another time."

  She looks so sexy when she's mad. Her hair is wet and she's wearing no make-up, but I've never seen a woman more naturally beautiful than Cassie is.

  Her car doesn't start, it doesn't even sputter as she continues to turn the key in the ignition. I watch as her hand hits the steering wheel in frustration before she tries to start the car again.

  "This is not happening," she mutters frustrated.

  I release the door from my grip before taking a step back to let her out of the car. She walks around to the hood and pops it open before looking inside.

  "Do you even know what you're looking for?" I ask her. I'd be shocked and incredibly turned on if she knew anything about cars.

  "No, but I was hoping the problem would be obvious."

  I walk over to her and look inside. Everything looks pretty old. Parts are rusted over and the battery is corroded. Since the engine wouldn't even turn over, my first guess would be her battery is dead, but since my knowledge on cars this old is nonexistent, I can't be sure.

  "I have jumper cables in my car. I'll pull up and we'll try to jump it."

  Several minutes later and a few frustrated tears from Cassie, her car still won't start. The problem is definitely not the battery.

  "Why don't I call a tow truck and have him bring it into my buddy’s shop. He'll be able to tell us what's wrong with it and fix it."

  "I... umm... crap." She looks down at her watch and then looks back up at me. "I don't have time. I'm supposed to go grocery shopping before picking up Alyssa. She has an early release at the pre-school this morning because Molly wouldn't allow her to go on the class fieldtrip."