Illicit Affairs

by Dixon

  She stared up at him in awe, watching as he held her foot and tenderly pecked her instep before standing there admiring her naked body as he slowly undid his belt and slacks, freeing his arousal. Without taking his eyes from hers, he leaned over slightly, his hand upon the base of his angry girth before he spat a single drop of fluid down onto his crown. He was lust incarnate, his movements building the tension between Ava’s legs. Her eyes were black with desire as she watched him pleasure himself until she could take no more of his teasing, growing restless as her impatient hands grabbed a hold of him. However, before she could get a grip, Nate suddenly flipped her onto her stomach and tutted his tongue.

  “No, tonight I’m going to need you to go slow.” He chuckled a husky noise with his mouth against her peach, his teeth dragging across it and instantly silencing her. “No smart-mouthed comebacks? Really?” He couldn’t help the smirk etching its way onto his face as he heard her suck in a breath to fire out a snide remark but bet her to the finish line as he dived his face in between her cheeks and thrust his tongue inside her.

  “Fuck me!” Ava squealed in shock, her palms slapping against the mattress as Nate grinned against her wet mess, loving that little expression she used whenever he caught her off guard.

  His arms slid under her thighs and his hands hooked her hips, fingers pressing into her pale skin as he pulled her ass higher and sank her face deeper into the sheets, muffling her beautiful begging for more of his ruthless kisses. He released one arm so that he could let his digit wander through her dewy petals, coating it in her nectar before easing inside her and curling down so it dragged against her swollen walls.

  His tongue wrote a love letter in cursive circles around her swollen clit, untangling her insecurities and rationalising her feelings for her until they were reading from the same page.

  On and on he kept up this euphoric cycle: a little lick here, a stroke of one or two of his fingers there, until he felt the slight spasm of an impending orgasm and abruptly stopped, pulling her back from the edge and making her whimper in protest.

  “No, you don’t get to cum just yet, sweetheart,” Nate grunted as the front of his body pressed down against her back, his hand securing around the front of her dainty neck and craning her head back to look at him. “Slow,” he ordered, leaning over her and kissing her passionately from their reversed positions. There was no chance he was giving her what she wanted after she deprived him for so long. He was a fickle man who held a grudge, something he wasn’t proud of, but in this moment he revelled in his flaw.

  Ava whined against his lips, her elbows struggling to keep her upright as she felt his bare manhood prod into her soft cheek. Whatever it was about him, it had a hold of her, his touch taking control of her mind, body, and soul.

  “Please…” she whimpered against his lips, the first time she truly ever begged a man, but for some reason, with Nate, it didn’t feel as demeaning as she thought it would…it felt empowering.

  Nate heard her voice split apart, saw the need in her azure galaxies, and felt the splintering crack through her resolve. He wasn’t going to push her any further so he angled his hips forward and in one swift motion, slipped inside of her. His long drawn-out groan harmonised with the high-pitched whine leaving her lips as their flesh melted into one.

  “Holy…shit…” He almost sounded like he was in pain as intense pleasure gripped a hold of his balls and squeezed. It had never felt so good. With a steady, slow gait, he rolled in and out of her, his face buried into the side of her neck as his humid breath tickled the shell of her ear. He kept himself up with one hand as his other continued to hold her throat, his groans turning into growls as he felt her push back onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust as her hand tangled in his hair.

  Losing himself inside her, he parted his knees further as he allowed his mass to sink down on top of her, both of his hands now masking hers as their fingers entwined and fisted the bed sheets.

  “Nate…I…I want…” Ava said breathlessly, no sense in the words coming from her lips, their bodies rolling in a sensual and intimate wave against one another as she nuzzled her cheek into the side of his damp hair that smelled like the seaside.

  “Give me all of you, Ava,” he groaned into her ear as he continued to pin her down with his weight, “every last piece.” Nate didn’t just want to make love to her body, he wanted to make love to her thoughts, undressing her conscience wall by wall until he was fully inside of her.

  This didn’t feel like fucking to Ava, it felt more intimate and savouring as though the couple had all the time in the world to consume one another, as though what they were doing was a completely moral act.

  She found herself wanting to reach inside of herself and give her lover a unique part of her that no one else had—she wanted to give him the best of her.

  Ava didn’t just finally submit to him, she took a flamethrower to those protective thorny vines she had wrapped around herself for all this time.

  Nate listened to her body, the way it sang for him, the way it trembled as though walls were coming down inside of her. With desperate movements, he flipped her onto her back, his arms hooking under her shoulders as his hands cradled the back of her head. His eyes swam in restless pools of blue, watching her come undone as his hips found hers again and her legs hung over his ass. She secured her arms around his neck, pulling him towards his oasis as their mouths met in a union of adoration and their bodies gorgeously tangled in one another.

  Her soft cries grew louder as she hit her crescendo and Nate tightened his grip on her so he could speed up his pace, growing rougher and more impactful. He stared down at her, watching her face crease, a sight to behold in the throes of pleasure as she struggled to remain focused on him.

  “I…I fucking adore you,” Nate grunted in between the harsh swing of his hips and felt her hold back, felt her resist the high as though her orgasm would finally admit what she was terrified to. He pulled her head up so he could press his forehead to hers, his gaze fiery and intense as he growled, “Don’t you dare hold back, don’t you dare fucking hold back. Give me all of you, Ava.”

  Her mouth crashed up against his as pleasure burst apart at the seams, her core imploding in on itself. Rhythmic convulsions rippled against his length, gripping him tight as her screams were muffled by his tongue claiming her mouth and swallowing her cries.

  The feeling of her coming undone around him didn’t just tip him over the edge, it catapulted him as his stomach pulled tight, his balls ready to erupt as he finally let go of all that emotion built up inside of him over these past few weeks. Hot spurts coated her walls, bathing her insides with his silk as he emptied all the love his heart had to offer into her.

  Whether it was moral or not, and whether she chose to admit it, Ava knew one thing for certain in that moment…she needed his love.

  Thirty-Two

  The moon yawned as it rose from slumber and stretched across the lovers’ bodies, the sun now kissing the cotton candy wisps in the sky as it danced across tangled limbs laid bare upon crisp white sheets.

  Nate and Ava woke to face each other’s tender embrace and even in the brief state of sleep their bodies found one another. One small sigh from smiling lips led to one small moan from kissing mouths, slowly burning for each other like the sticky hot wax trickling down the side of a candle.

  A shadow danced sensually back and forth across the thick carpet that was burnt orange by the sunrise flooding into the suite. Ava mounted Nate’s lap, her hips rolling on and off his manhood, every movement fuelled by desire and nothing else.

  “That’s my girl…just…like…that.” Nate groaned long and deep, just like his cock which dragged against her silken humid walls.

  With fingers entwined like their souls, Ava pinned his hands against the headboard, a dark giggle leaving her lips as she peered down and shook her head coyly. “Oh, I’m not your girl,” she purred, her golden hair on fire as it curtained her face, “I’m your woman.” She adored the bu
rning look in his gaze that her words elicited, cherished the way his biceps tensed and pushed the network of veins to the surface. Her back arched as she used his hands as purchase, her ripened peach now twerking on his sensitive tip and taking claim on his body.

  “Sh-shit,” hissed Nate, his arms shaking as he tried to keep his composure, but she was making it impossible with the way her wet little cunt was fucking his rock hard crown. “Slow down, you’re gonna make me…fu—!” His voice broke apart as she cut him off by abruptly sinking down onto him. Skin slapped upon skin, her breath fanning across his face as she moaned against his length stretching her out deep inside.

  “Gonna make you what, sir?” Her lips grinned dirtily down at him making him want to fuck that filthy mouth all over again.

  “Ava…” he growled a warning, but she paid no notice to it, speeding up her movements until sweat began to saturate the roots of her golden nest. Nate couldn’t take it anymore; he reversed the grip of their hands, taking both of hers in his right as his left abruptly clamped her pretty throat. “You naughty little brat”—he tightened the grip on both of his hands—“you wanna act like a petulant child?” Nate brought her face close to his and watched that beautiful masochistic smile light up her face as she innocently nodded her head. “Then you’re gonna fuck Daddy’s dick until you remember how to behave.”

  Ava’s eyes sprung wide at his words. She had never heard such a term in the bedroom, and was confused and conflicted by the level of arousal it stirred within her. Nothing short of a squeal left her lips as he rocked up into her with the force of a freight train, one short stab before slowly dragging himself out of her.

  “More,” she whined, eyes closing and lips opening in slow motion. He answered her with hands suddenly appearing on her plump derrière, nails biting into her flesh as he took a tight grip, released, and then suddenly swatted her flesh before gripping her again. “God, yes!” Ava squealed as strong hands gripped her slim hips, holding her down as he drove up inside of her, hard and fast to make her cry out again and again for more.

  “Suck,” he ordered, placing his digit into her mouth, groaning loudly as she did as told, swirling her hot little tongue around him and mimicking that day in the boardroom. His finger popped out of her mouth only to pop straight into her puckered star.

  “Gah!” The foreign object inside her rear was a pleasurable intrusion as she tensed and gripped his finger.

  An erotic symphony filled the morning air: skin slapping skin, blended moans, the headboard rattling against the wall, and the springs in the mattress begging for mercy. They both melted into one another with a grip of hair here, a scratch and bite there.

  Ava had never experienced such aggressive sex before and despite the sunlight shining upon their glistening bodies, it was a darkness that was creeping out of both of them, their sinful fantasies being shared. It felt like they were taking their frustrations and jealousy out on each other—the fact that they didn’t belong to each other and morally shouldn’t.

  All morning, every corner of Nate’s hotel suite was baptised in their unholy union of flesh on flesh, dancing around the elephant in the room. They both knew they were destined to fail—the complications of work, marriage, and the inevitable distance that would be put between them—but neither of them could stop.

  “I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve stood in this shower and dreamt of having you in here with me.” Nate smirked against her ear, stood behind her in a soapy embrace.

  “Oh? Pray tell, Brooks.”

  “A gentleman could never reveal such derogatory thoughts.”

  “If you tell me…I’ll make sure it happens…”

  “You’re like the Energizer Bunny!” Nate laughed as his arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her back close to him. It never failed to amaze him how she fitted his body perfectly, the epitome of a missing puzzle piece. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of sick joke God was playing on him by giving him his other half at the wrong time.

  “What’s wrong?” Ava asked, feeling his arms tighten around her tummy as though he never wanted to let go.

  “It should have been you…”

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” he sighed softly and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. “Finish getting cleaned up, sweetheart.” He spanked her bottom to cut the conversation short, chuckling as she jumped from the unexpected sting upon her blushing rear. As he stepped out of the shower, he allowed himself a moment to watch the stream of hot water meander down her gorgeous figure, the steam misting around her as though she were a walking shampoo commercial.

  “Are you going to stand there and perv on me all day?” Ava teased, her back to him as she lathered soap into her hair.

  “You say that like it’d be a bad thing,” Nate chuckled, wrapping a towel around his waist before making his way out of the luxurious bathroom.

  When Ava eventually joined him in the room again, a towel wrapped around her body, the nutty aroma of coffee filled the air.

  “What do ya British call it…a ‘cuppa’ is on the side table for you,” Nate said with a wink as he pulled a tight pair of black boxers up around his package.

  “I don’t drink coffee.” Ava rolled her eyes at the small white mug placed upon her bedside, wondering why every man she had slept with felt the need to make her coffee the morning after.

  “I know. That’s why I made you tea.” When Ava stopped short to look up at him, his eyebrows creased together in confusion at the look on her face. “What? You didn’t think I’d forget the coffee machine fiasco, did ya?”

  She couldn’t help but feel a warmth seep throughout her chest and stomach, different from when his hands wandered between her legs. This feeling was different, more deep rooted within her. Whatever it was, it pushed her to ask, “Would you like to get breakfast with me?”

  “Can’t.”

  “Oh…” She couldn’t help but slump her shoulders in defeat.

  “It’s too late for breakfast so I’ve already arranged brunch.” As soon as the words left his mouth that look appeared on her face again. “What is that look?” Nate couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Oh, nothing…” Ava grinned as she dropped her towel and walked towards the only man who could ever steal her heart.

  Thirty-Three

  There was no walk of shame as Ava strode down the hotel hallway in the afternoon dressed for the evening prior. It was clear that she was not attending some charity event or gala today, her makeup long gone, and her hair tossed up into a messy bun of sorts. Despite the train wreck of her life and her whole ensemble, she felt an odd sense of wholeness as she almost skipped away from Nate’s suite with a dreamy smile on her face. That was until she saw a flash of messy ombre curls.

  “Sam…?” Ava called out towards the woman dressed in a black jumpsuit, clutching her head and slowly turning to look. Sam’s eyes widened as she dropped her purse, scattering vodka miniatures and complimentary toiletries. She quickly grabbed what she could before darting towards the elevator, her finger mashing the button. “Samantha?!” Ava yelled and began running down the long hallway towards her friend. The elevator doors pinged open and Sam rushed inside, but Ava wasn’t taking no for an answer as she quickly removed her red high heel and launched it at the closing elevator doors.

  “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” Sam exclaimed from inside as the red stiletto wedged between the doors in the nick of time before springing them open.

  “Good morning,” Ava chirped a little breathlessly as she retrieved her shoe and stepped in beside her friend.

  “Afternoon.”

  “Good evening?” Ava asked, placing her heel back on.

  “No, it’s afternoon,” Sam corrected.

  “No, I meant did you have a good evening?”

  “Aye, ’twas eventful.” Sam tilted her chin upwards, refusing to meet Ava’s eye as she sniffed her nose and crossed her arms.

  “How was Peter’s suite?”

  “Aye, ’twas braw.�
�� Sam turned to face Ava with her eyebrows raised. “Are we honestly going to ignore the pirouetting elephant in this lift with us?”

  “No, of course not.” Ava sighed, turning to face Sam as well. “Can we just go for a cuppa and I’ll explain everything?”

  “What’s there to explain? You’re knobbin’ the boss that just so happens to have a wife.”

  “How did you know he was married?!” Ava’s stomach sank despite the bile rocketing up her throat.

  “Facebook, hen! See, this is why I keep telling you to get it!”

  “Oh God.” Ava turned away, her palm against her hot cheek as she shook her head. This wasn’t how she wanted to come clean to her friend. “I swear at the beginning I didn’t know he was married, Sam.”

  “So you’re telling me you’re coming out of that man’s hotel room today despite knowing he’s married?” The elevator doors pinged open as an elderly couple stepped in, but Ava’s silence spoke loud and clear of her sin. “You know, lass,” Sam hissed down to her side, “I know you’ve been dipped more times than a chip and that you’re a bit of a top shagger and all but this is low…very frickin’ low.”

  “It’s not like that, Samantha! It’s complicated!” Ava hissed back, growing angry at her friend’s judgemental tone.

  “Oh, it is, aye? So complicated you couldnae tell yer best friend about it?”

  “I didn’t want you to think less of me!” Ava fired back loudly, ignoring the little hunched over couple that was nervously glancing at each other before looking at the pair of squabbling idiots behind them from over the silver rim of their glasses.

  “You had me message Peter like a complete tit that night and then you went and fucked him anyway even though you were probably, at that point, involved with a married man who also happens to be our boss!” Sam trilled, the old couple gasping as they turned and looked at Ava, the woman with her frail hand upon the cross pendant of her necklace.