K. Lynn - Reciprocity

“Fuck!” I got even harder at the image of the sparkling purple jewel on the end of the stainless steel butt plug I’d gotten her, sitting where her fuck-tight hole was. “Already worked yourself open a bit, I see.”

I’d bought it to go with the set she was wearing, and I’d eagerly waited to see it peeking at me from between her cheeks. Her timing couldn’t be more perfect.

It took every bit of restraint to not just pull it out and push my dick right in without prepping her more, but I wasn’t that kind of an asshole. Just the garden variety with a hard dick and a craving for an insanely tight ass.

Fuck, I needed some lube, because I wasn’t going to get her as far as she needed. I pulled on the end, shuddering as I watched her stretch around the widest part. When the tip was on the verge of coming out, I drove it back in all the way. I stared down in perverse fascination as I moved it out again.

I looked down at my leaking cock, begging to be pressed between her ass cheeks. It was trying to get out of my shorts, dripping to be surrounded by her. She was so fucking tight that I couldn’t think about anything but the sight and memory of my head popping through her tight ring of muscles.

She let out a sexy whimper sound and relaxed into the pumping toy in her ass.

As if she knew what I was thinking, her hand reached behind her, the bottle of lube in her palm.

“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, releasing her hair and taking it from her.

In my impatience, I yanked her panties down to her knees, then pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the ground.

I pushed two of my lubed fingers inside. I had to feel exactly how tight and ready she was. I suckedin a tight gasp when her ass pressed back into my hand. The deeper I went, the more she seemed to pull my fingers inside her.

It was fucking perfect—my fingers disappearing inside her.

With my other hand, I stroked my cock. I couldn’t take anymore—I was going to come all over the backs of her legs.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” she said, her voice hoarse.

I leaned over, bit her shoulder blade, and then I was right fucking there, slicked up and ready to decimate her ass—the hole I worshiped more than my very heartbeat in that moment.

“It’s not going to be gentle—more like a two-bit whore,” I said in warning as I lubed up my cock.

One hand held onto her hip while the other gripped my cock, lining up and pressing against her slightly gaping but tight asshole. She whimpered a little—my cock was bigger than the plug. I was bad in my need and continued on. Lights flashed in my eyes, a strangled breath escaping as I made it through the her fucking tight muscles and halfway in.

It was the escape I needed, washing over me as her body crushed around mine in tight, cock-strangling bliss. My hips rocked, pushing my cock further in, curses flying at the mind-numbing pleasure that enveloped every cell as she moved up and down my shaft. With each thrust, I pushed harder, faster, driving my way to the release I desperately needed.

I looked down to watch her spread around my cock as I plunged in. The sight made me shudder, glued to the hypnotizing view. Fuck, it was perfect. Goddamned exquisite.

“Such a good girl.” My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. It was the perfect leverage needed to pound her hard.

I needed to fuck her into oblivion. Destroy her—destroy us both.

I yanked back on her hair as I thrust forward, slamming hard, pushing her into the arm of the couch. It was relentless fucking, the friction on my dick driving me harder and faster. Every muscle was tense, every nerve tingling as I let go and took what I needed.

I released her hair, both hands bearing down on her hips, holding her still. I couldn’t stop plowing into her or even slow down. There was nothing in me, my mind fuzzy, with only the need to come driving me.

A shudder rolled through me, every muscle coiled tight. My hips slammed hard against her, jerking as I exploded. I shook with each spurt firing off.

Pure bliss and white, mind-numbing euphoria.

Peace.

Ever since we’d talked to Noah, I’d been on edge. My life was turning into a happy place again, but the threat I lived with for years was reawakening, trying to ruin it all. The vibrating anxiety pumped through my veins again, and the beast inside me prowled, growling at me to take Lila and run.

Matters were made worse when an old, familiar tingling sensation from someone watching me reared their forgotten head. I wasn’t certain, but it wasn’t the first time since the New Year it’d happened, and now I knew why.

Lila’s eyes watched me, probably waiting for me to burst. Not that I could blame her—I knew I was losing control. I could only guess how I looked on the outside. It was so bad that Darren wanted me to try meditation.

Meditation.

Fuck that. They only meditation I needed was my dick in Lila’s pussy. It was the only way to calm my ass down. Unfortunately, getting off inside and on my wife wasn’t providing the relief it used to. I wasn’t getting the mind-wiping hours of clarity that normally accompanied it. I had a suspicion the added stress of the trial was the culprit and was making me a bigger time bomb than ever before.

I rubbed my face as I stared at the computer screen. The client was driving me mad, reminding me about the good that was working on contracts—no customers. Their plight seemed trivial to the shit-storm in my life.

There was a knock on my open door before Drew walked in and sat down in front of me, a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“Man, what is up with you?” He’d been acting strange ever since we got back.

“Dana,” he said with a smile.

My brow twitched, and I stared at him. “Who’s Dana?”

The lovey-dovey look in his eyes cleared, and he leaned forward. “The woman I met in Aruba.”

He gave me a look like I should’ve known who he was talking about.

“You met someone in Aruba?”

He chuckled and leaned back. “Yeah, you only had eyes for Lila and were blind to the rest of us.”

“Can you blame me?” I asked. He shook his head. “Are you doing a long distance relationship?”

He shook his head. “Kinda, but not the distance you’re thinking. She lives in Bloomington. She’s an English professor at IU.”

“All right, I can see you’re dying to tell me, so spill.” I sat back in my chair and watched the lovesick fool in front of me.

“She’s perfect. I mean, beautiful and intelligent. When she smiles, everything lights up.” His own smile brightened, and I wanted to look for my sunglasses. “When I’m with her, nothing else matters. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.”

“All that in just a few weeks?”

Drew gave a shy smile. “Actually, she was on spring break when we were in Aruba, and since we got back, we’ve seen each other almost every day.”

“You drive down to Bloomington every day?” It was an hour and a half drive from the north side where our office was, which was about the same distance from his house.

He shook his head. “No. She doesn’t have class in the afternoon a couple times a week, so she comes up here on those days. It’s a little hard to go on dates, so we kind of fell into a living together type situation.”

My brow shot up, and I chuckled. “Damn, that was fast.”

He shrugged. “It’s what we have to do.”

“Things are going good, then?”

He nodded. “She’s amazing. Absolutely…wow. I’ve never felt like this. It’s kind of scary.” I laughed a bit, Drew’s face turning from spacy and glowing to glowering. “Shut up.”

I held my hands up. “No, man, good for you. That’s awesome. I just never knew you were such a sap.”

He grimaced and flipped me off. “I thought you of all people would understand. You know, with your obsessive love of Lila.”

“Obsessive love?” I thought on it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, you got me there.”

“If it wasn’t for the fact that she feels the same and I know you, I’d fear for her safety.”

I glared at him. “What the fuck does that mean?” Did he really think I’d hurt Lila?

“It means you’re a jealous asshole who is super possessive of her. Borderline psycho.”

“Fuck you.” I leaned back and blew out a breath.

“Just stating the truth.”

“Yeah, I fucking know,” I grumbled. I hated when people pointed out my negative personality traits. They always made me wonder if I was always like that, or if I really was a completely different person than I was before the accident. Was I a blend of the two—Nathan and the beast?

Drew pulled me from my thoughts. “What’s the plan for lunch?”

I glanced down at the clock on my monitor—it was only ten, still almost two hours before our normal lunch time. My gaze moved to the open chair next to Drew, and I stared knowing what I wanted for lunch.

“Not sure. I have a meeting at one I have to get ready for, so I may just get something to go and eat in here.”

“Okay.” He pushed against the arms of the chair and stood. “Let me know if something changes.”

“Will do.”

The moment he was gone, I pulled out my phone.

Lunch. My office, 11:30. No panties.

I had a little over an hour to finish up my preparations before what I was hungry for arrived. Before I dug in, I pulled out some menus from my desk drawer. Flipping through, I found Lila’s favorite Mediterranean place. They weren’t open yet, but they took online orders ahead of time. I set up an order for eleven and shoved the folder back into my desk.