K. Lynn - Reciprocity

She was moaning, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I reached between us as I claimed her mouth again and pulled down the zipper of my pants to get my cock out. I moved her panties aside, happy to find her soaking wet and ready, and shoved my dick into her pussy.

My eyes rolled back, and I grunted as her tight warmth surrounded me. Fucking perfection. I could spend every moment of every day between her legs.

There was no time to waste. We were both going crazy. No words, no talk, just our moans and groans of want filling the air. I drove my hips into her harder and faster, trying to force the demons out of us. Lila was screaming, pleading with sounds, begging me to take it all away.

Everything was static except the pleasure. A crescendo in her sounds sent a ripple through me. My balls were pulled high, so close to giving me the release I needed. Her pussy tightened, her walls clamping around me. So close.

Harder.

Teeth clamped down on my neck, and my cock fired off without warning. I bucked into her, my whole body tingling in an almost pain.

Everything was gone. The whole world ceased to be. All that was left was fuzzy, tingling, white nothing and Lila caging me in.

Strength failed us both and we collapsed onto the bed. Heavy breaths, satisfied bodies, and clearing minds. After a minute, I tilted back to look at her.

“Hi.”

Her lips twitched. “Hi.”

“I think we may have to change.”

She let out a giggle that made the last of the tension fleeing from me.

“Considering your come is sliding down my ass right now, I’d have to agree.”

“Fuck.” I sat up, both of us moaning as my cock popped out, and stared down, watching me seep out of her. I licked my lips, loving the sight of pearly white covering her pussy. My cock twitched, wanting to do it again.

“Get back in.” She pouted at me. “I wasn’t ready for you to leave.”

I smiled at her and slid my still hard but softening cock into her. “Sorry. You know that’s one of my favorite things to see.”

“Pervert.” She nuzzled my neck, and I hissed when she moved over her bite. It was going to be a dark one.

“I almost feel bad for the drycleaner.”

She let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I’m on my third one since meeting you.”

“Third?”

“The first gave me dirty looks every time she saw one of your spots. You need to learn to aim better.”

I laughed out loud and kissed her hard. “I get so excited I can’t contain it.”

She kissed me, and we sat there for another moment, taking in the peace. When we pulled apart and looked down, I was also covered in a mixture of us.

“Looks like we’re both changing.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t push your pants down. But I also love seeing you with just your cock sticking out of the opening.”

“Me too.” I glanced at the clock. “Shit, we’re late.”

She tilted her head to look over. “No coffee then.”

I shook my head. “Nope.” I held my hand out to help her stand. “Come on, Mrs. Thorne, we need to get out of here.”

A half hour and one clothes-change later, we walked into the courtroom and sat down behind Lawrence.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile. “Ready for this to be over?”

I blew out a breath. “You have no idea.”

“I have a good feeling.”

I let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m glad one of us does.”

He gave an understanding nod and turned back to the file in front of him.

Lila was silent beside me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she leaned in to me, her lips pressing against my neck.

It was just the two of us as everyone had already taken time off for the trial. The sentencing was so short that we promised everyone we would call them when it was over. There were only a few sparse people sitting around. So few, in fact, that Lila’s father and stepmother made up nearly half.

I tried not to look over at the bald fucker across the aisle, but I couldn’t keep my glare away. He stared straight ahead, not even giving a hint he noticed our presence. It was a good idea on his part, because I was more than prepared for another beat down of his ass. It was probably due to the restraining order. He was allowed near us at that moment only because the case involved his stepson.

The bitch on the other side of him, however, was shooting daggers.

It was then I finally took a good look at Cheryl Mitchell-Palmer. She looked like a cross between suburban wife and trailer park trash, which was a strange combination. Her once-black hair was riddled with gray. She was almost sickly thin with long, fake nails, overdone makeup, and an overpowering smell of cigarettes.

The smell had me craving a puff or two, but I’d been good and avoided smoking for the past few months. I wasn’t going to let her of all people make me fall off the wagon. If Lila could squash the nicotine call, so could I.

A smile crept onto my face as the door opened and Adam was let in wearing a bright orange jumpsuit and shackles. It was fitting, and the image gave me a much-needed boost. He kept his gaze down, barely glancing at his parents. I was getting wound up at the idea of him looking our way and imagining ways to hurt him if he did—waiting for him to so I’d have an excuse to let loose.

The judge entered a few minutes later and sat down. My grip on Lila tugged her closer just as her fingers locked down on mine. He took a moment to look over some papers in front of him, then turned his gaze to the room.

“We’re here today for the sentencing hearing of Adam Mitchell.”

I tensed, my breath almost stopping. Months boiled down to the next words out of his mouth.

The judge cleared his throat, then looked over to Adam. “Mr. Mitchell, you have been found guilty on multiple charges by a jury of your peers. As I reviewed all the charges again in combination with the testimony, it was shocking to me.”

My muscles tightened, hope rising from his words. Lila was the same, leaning forward a bit in anticipation.

“Your all-consuming hatred for Delilah Thorne is profound, and I can find no basis for it. After she was taken from her father’s home years ago, you were sent to jail for attacking her. Once released, you continued in your violence against others, unrepentant of your actions.”

It felt like I was about to burst, begging him to get to the damn point. Was he drawing it out to torture us?

“Thirteen years passed in which you had no contact with her, and yet you still hunted her down. You tricked your way past her security and brutally attacked her.”

I flinched, a memory of that night flashing.

“Your lack of remorse is astounding. It is my ruling that you need to serve the full extent of each charge against you, reaching a total of twenty-seven years. It is your actions that have put you here, and no other’s. Take responsibility for yourself.”

A harsh breath left me. Disbelief followed by relief filled my body all in the same moment.

We did it.

Lila was still staring at the judge, almost as if she was waiting for him to change his mind. When he stood and exited the room, she remained silent.

I stood, smiling, and held out my hand.

“Thank you so much, Lawrence, for all your help.”

“I think I should be the one saying that. It’s not often I get to work with other lawyers, and it’s usually a disaster when I do.”

I laughed at that. “Yeah, lawyers don’t make the best clients.”

“But you did.”

We waited a moment for Lila’s father to leave first, then walked out with Lawrence. I waved goodbye as he headed off, but Lila wasn’t beside me.

I looked over and froze as I stared at her. “Baby?”

Lila’s whole body shook and she leaned over, one hand pressed against the wall for support. A choking sob came from her. Her reaction confused me, and I rushed to her side.

I pulled her face up to look at me and sighed in relief when I saw a smile on her face—it was a cry of joy. Her nightmare had the fairy tale ending we hoped for, and the evil monster was banished from the kingdom.

She threw her arms around me and cried into my chest. Happy tears.

Lila was different. That was the only word I could come up with to describe the change. Over the past few days, she’d shed a lot of the crap that held her back for years. It always dwelled in the back of her mind, ever since she left her father’s house—when will he come for me?

The unsurmountable weight that pressed upon her was lifted. Chains that held her down released, shedding away the girl like a cocoon and opening up the woman inside. Adam was going to be in jail for a long time, and the judge had approved the restraining order on her father.

It was the first time in over a year I felt like my words really penetrated her. After years of suffering, others finally saw the monster that Adam was. It was validation.

Life returned to its normal pace. It was hard to believe how fast the days were passing. Even more unbelievable was how even we were—no more ups and downs. I was thankful for the change, for the monotony of getting up, going to work, and coming home with my wife—dinners together, talk of what to do on the weekend.

“Hey! That’s mine.” Lila swatted at my hand, knocking the fry away.

I snuck another one and popped it in my mouth. “We’re married—what’s mine is yours and vice versa. Right?”

She glared at me and moved her plate away. “You’re right. What’s yours is mine, but what’s mine is mine as well.”