“You want me?” she asks, cupping her mound and dragging her finger up and down her wet seam.
“Yes, of course I fucking want you,” I say, pointing at my cock that’s jutting up straight as a rod. “Look how hard you make me. I’m so fucking hard it’s painful.”
Gil smirks as she massages her pussy, playing with her folds. She glides her fingers up her slit, then circles her clit with the pad of her finger. Using her free hand she squeezes her tit, pinching her nipple beneath the fabric.
“Good, because I’ve thought about fucking you for some time now. I’ve imagined it. I’ve gotten off to it in bed at night when I was all alone, wishing you would show up at my door.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” I say, digging my fingertips into her hips and pulling her forward. “Then make it reality. Fuck me, Gil.”
She kisses me, her tongue snaking past my lips, and then she slides across my cock. Not letting me inside, but so close. I can tell how wet she is by the way her pussy glides across me. She’s so hot between her legs it practically burns, and my balls draw tight to my body, anticipating what it will feel like to finally sink into her. Back and forth she slides over me, and I try to angle myself so I can get in her tight pussy, but she’s playing with me. Drawing it out.
She breaks the kiss and stays seated in my lap. Her pussy lips wrapped around my cock and the head rests just below her swollen clit. I bounce her once in my lap and watch my cock nudge at her clit. The sexiest noise escapes from her throat, so I do it again.
I can’t wait another second longer, so I hold my dick with one hand and push her down, watching as I disappear inside her, only looking up because I can’t resist seeing her face the first moments I fill her up, stretch her to her limit. Her mouth opens but she doesn’t make a sound as she sinks onto me. I can’t hold in my moan. She’s so fucking warm, so damn tight, I can’t stop my eyes from snapping shut and my head from falling back.
Reaching down, I pull the lever and recline the seat. She throws her body forward and grips the head rest as she begins to ride me. She moves so slowly, so I can feel every inch of her as she raises off me, and then again as she lowers herself. Her hips move back and forth, her skin flawless and her thigh muscles taut as I watch her fuck me. I watch her take what she wants. I slip a hand under her shirt, roughly pulling down her bra cup and grabbing her tit.
Gil moans loud as her shoulders roll forward and she drives her face into the crook of my neck. The sharp edges of her teeth dig into the muscle of my shoulder as her hips move faster and faster.
She’s getting close again, and I’m right there with her. My balls draw up tight, and my stomach clenches as my skin turns hot. Gil presses up a little, her tits rubbing my face as she fucks me.
Biting on one of her nipples behind the fabric of her shirt, I grunt as I jerk my hips when she slams down. With one final thrust, her body goes stiff and mine shakes as we come together. Hot cum explodes from my dick, filling the condom in her pussy.
Her walls clench around my cock, pulsing and throbbing as she straightens her back, dropping her head back and releasing a moan that’s music to my ears.
It’s perfect. Everything about this woman is perfect.
“Wow,” I say, reaching up to her hair and pulling her face back down to mine. I give her kisses on her lips, inhale the amazing fragrance of her hair, and look her right in the eyes. “That was incredible, I’m speechless.” I press her forehead against mine and I grin. “My wife,” I say playfully, like I did before. It’s kind of crazy we’re doing this. What we just did and what we’re about to do when we get to Las Vegas.
Gillian eyes me, her cheeks flush, her breathing ragged. But the look in her eyes is different. . .
Uncertainty. Confusion. Doubt.
Everything I don’t want to see, but it’s right there at the surface and I can’t ignore it.
And it hurts me to see it.
6
Gillian
What now?
The words ricochet inside my head like a pinball machine. Relentless. Unanswerable. How do I explain to him that I’m afraid of losing my job? I left my last job because I was accused of unprofessional behavior; I know that accusation was bullshit, but still. If any were to find out what just happened between Ryon and me, and I had to look for a new job again, well people would definitely start to see a pattern, regardless of the facts.
But more urgently, how do I control the growing lust that I can feel building inside me?
All of it is too much for me to deal with at one time, and in the same breath, I’m realizing that I don’t really care. That the old me, the one who played it safe, is being replaced by a newer version who’s screaming, Don’t I deserve to have a little fun? Pursue something that I want?
So, why can’t I have both?
This isn’t fair. . .
I shouldn’t have to worry about who I sleep with, and how it might affect my job. Except, he’s isn’t just anyone, he’s Ryon Daniels, my client. Probably the clinic’s most important patient right now. There’s a difference between him and some random person I meet in a bar.
It’s also unethical. I could lose my license.
The thought makes me nauseous instantly. I slept with my client. What the hell am I thinking?
Shit. What if my ex-boss really did what he said he would? What if he told everyone I’m easy, and Ryon is just taking advantage of what he thinks is a sure thing?
I feel sick to my stomach. Clutching my belly, my shoulders roll forward, and acid rises in the back of my throat.
“You all right?” he asks as we get back on the road. “You’re looking a little pale.”
“I need you to promise me something,” I say, slowly turning my head to look at him.
“Sure. Anything you want and it’s yours. I should probably get used to doing what the wife wants.” He laughs jokingly, and I realize he has no idea how serious of a situation this is for me.
My entire livelihood is at stake. I’m putting everything on the line for this man. I need to know I can trust him.
“I need you to promise me this will stay between us. Especially this.” Drawing a line between us, I want him to know this goes far beyond just casual sex. This is about my life, and my life isn’t his to play with.
Ryon steals my hand from the air, bending my fingers over his as he kisses the top of my hand. His eyes turn to metal as his face transforms into an earnest expression. I’m struck by an intense warmth that triggers my whole body to ripple from head to toe.
“I promise, Gillian. This stays between us.”
He lets out a warm breath across the back of my hand, and it spreads up my arm, making my stomach twirl like it’s filled with butterflies.
“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Smiling, I squeeze his hand. “You’re different, Ryon. You’re not like the other guys I see on a daily basis.”
“Oh yeah? How so? Because I’m so damn sexy?”
Giggling, I nod as I speak, “Yes, that’s it. You’ve hit the nail on the head. How’d you guess?”
“I’m sexy and intuitive. I just knew it,” he grins and winks.
“Seriously though, you’ve got something special. A real natural talent that most players wish they had. And you really want it, you want to succeed, you want to be great. That’s what it takes to excel. Not just in sports, in anything, really.”