After an hour of letting out some much needed relief at the gym and taking my second shower of the day I head into my office, fire up my computer and scan through my emails. One of them piques my interest. I open it and begin to read.
Martin Morris
Twin brother – older by two minutes – very protective – relationship very close – works for Twin Measures Graphic Design – Partner – Lives in New York – Doesn’t visit often – Can’t be bought
Good information. Printed it off and filed it in Riley’s folder in my desk, then locked the drawer. After several hours of paperwork, I rub my eyes and lock up my office to head for lunch in the dining room. Walking down the hallway by the gym, I hear a yell and begin jogging there, opening the door to find Riley sitting on the floor rubbing her ankle. My jogging increases to running to reach her faster, my heart thumping wildly. Squatting down in front of her, she doesn’t notice me at first, then her eyes look up, the moisture covering them with tears about to fall, her face showing apparent pain. “Stupid treadmill kicked me off.” I would have found that funny if it wasn’t for her being in pain. My hand gently lifts her ankle slightly, and my eyes look at her face when she cringes.
“Ok, let’s stand, slowly, and put a little weight on it to see how bad it is.” She nods, puts her hands on my upper arms, my arm wrapping around her waist, and I help her stand by lifting her. She hobbles a bit, my grip on her tightening as she slowly sets her foot on the ground only to lift in quickly hissing in pain. “Time to get you off your feet,” I tell her as I bend putting my arms under her legs and lifting her into my arms without any stress, her voice gasping in shock. Damn, she’s light. She could use a little more meat on those fine bones. Carrying her out of the gym, I can feel her eyes staring at me as we make our way upstairs and into her bedroom. As I begin to set her down on her bed, she turns into me, her breasts pressing against my chest as she slowly glides down until her bottom hits the bed, and I hear her breath hitch. My eyes quickly zone to hers, finding them a bit glazed with lust.
I remove my arms from around her and leave her stunned on the bed, walking over to the intercom on the wall just inside her door, I press the talk button. “Mr. Taylor, please be so kind and bring me an ice pack to Miss Morris’ room.” Releasing the button, I turn to see her mouth open while staring at me. “Miss Morris, do you make it a habit of leaving your mouth open very often? Even though the look is quite becoming on you I would think a fly might enter.” Instead of her mouth closing, she begins to laugh. And what an adorable laugh it is. My cock twitches. My brows raise and she shuts her mouth, covering it with her hand quickly.
“I’m sorry,” she speaks, but the sound is muffled in her hand. I can hear a giggle before she removes her hand, and the smile on her luscious lips is perfection. “I’m sorry. It’s just…. It’s just, it really goes like this…. Better shut your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” She starts giggling again, and I swear my cock is aching to get out of my pants and into hers. Fuck! Our heads both turn as her door opens and Taylor walks to us, handing her an ice pack.
“I am sorry for your discomfort, Miss Morris. Is there anything else you require?” Taylor asks. I stifle my own laugh when I see her mouth drop open as her head shakes. “Very well. Good day.” He adds, turns and walks out the door, leaving us in silence. Trying not to laugh, I bend down on one knee, remove the ice pack from her clenched fist and place it gently on her ankle.
“Uhhh,” she whimpers leaning back on the bed, her hands flat on the mattress. Her face is all puckered wincing from the pain, and it would be cute if not for the circumstances. I watch as her eyes move down to me, her body relaxing as the cold ice starts to numb her ankle and a glint of a smile appearing on those full lips.
Standing abruptly, I hand her the ice pack and look down at her foot. “Yes, well. It’s almost lunch time.” Turning I hold the door, pulling it open only to stop and turn my head her way. “I’ll send Mrs. Lewis up with a tray for you. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and keep your foot elevated.”
“But….” I don’t wait to hear what she has to say, I exit quickly.
After closing her door, I lean against it, as my eyes look to the ceiling. I don’t know how much longer I can stay away from her. Do I want to stay away? Hell, no. It’s what I brought her here for. But I didn’t want to get attached in any way, really. I know Trisha wants me to find someone so I won’t be alone when she’s gone, but really, I just wanted someone for now, not everlasting. Even after the little time she’s been here I’m finding more and more not only do I want her body, but maybe, just maybe, her heart too.
Sighing, I go downstairs, eat lunch and then fill my afternoon with lying next to my wife. Both my mind and body are confused. “Dear, I know you don’t want to think about anyone else in your life but I know you. You will be lonely and unhappy and I don’t want that for you.” She pats my hand that’s on the mattress next to hers. I look at her, so weak, but still so alive and my heart weeps. “I want nothing but your happiness. You still have a long life ahead of you. Please don’t make me leave this world thinking you’ll be unhappy.” Rolling over, I carefully and tenderly put my arm around her thin waist, with my head on the pillow as close as I can get to her.
“I know, my love, but it’s just so weird thinking about another woman while you’re still here with me.” My sighing causes her hair to blow slightly. “I want to be happy too but I want to be happy with you. It’s just wrong to feel any other way, you know?” Her head turns to me and the first genuine smile I’ve seen in a long time graces her face. “What?” I can’t help but smile back.
Her eyes sparkle as her smile grows. “I’ve seen you look at her. She’s a very pretty young lady. I was kind of hoping for someone closer to your own age but she’ll bear you a lot more children being so young.” My mouth drops open, my eyes I’m sure showing how shocked I am. Hmm, I guess it isn’t hard to have your mouth just open when you’re shocked like that. Noted.
“She is young, beautiful, I can’t deny. I do feel something just not as much as I do for you, my love. Ah, maybe in time but it just feels so…. So wrong.”
I spent the rest of the afternoon with Trisha trying to convince me that it’s ok to have these feelings and that it’s ok for me to be happy when she’s gone. Sigh. I just wish I felt that way as much as she does. Maybe someday.
Chapter Three
“I know but now I feel so stupid, getting hurt on the second day of the job. How embarrassing. And Martin? Promise you won’t get angry? Promise you won’t come here? Promise.” I wait on the line, the silence killing me, but I can tell by his breathing on the phone that the call is still connected. Finally, he agrees, but snaps at me. Geez, what am I doing? This is so not going to go over well. “Well, you see….” Damn, this is hard. I tell him everything and I mean everything, down to the littlest detail. We’ve always been able to talk about anything, sex, women, men, just like best girlfriends but not.
“No, Rile! What in the hell are you thinking? Fuck!” Ok, that didn’t go over well. “Listen, get out of there now. I mean it Riley. Mom and Dad will roll over in their graves, seriously. A – He’s too old for you. B – He’s fucking married and C – Jesus, it’s his wife you’re taking care of while she’s dying, Riley! For God’s sake! Think about it!”
The silence is deafening, except for his heavy breathing. Taking a deep breath I try reasoning with him. “I know, Marty, don’t you think I know? Look, not that it’s any of your business but it is MY life and I know what I’m doing, ok? You don’t have to be happy for me and I don’t even know if there will be anything more once I leave here but dammit, just be happy for me.” I push ‘end call’ and huff as I lie down on the bed.
Lying in bed the rest of the afternoon staring at the ceiling and thinking all things Mr. Wright did not help the time go by faster, but it did make me horny. His hard, muscular chest when I rubbed up against him made my heart race. He must work out in his gym a lot. What am I th
inking? Oh, my God. There’s no way he would want me, I’m so much younger than him and he has a wife! Ok, she’s dying, but she’s so sweet and loving and even IF he felt something for me, it would be so wrong! Ugh, I’m in trouble.
A tap sounds at my door then it opens slightly. “Miss Morris? May I come in?” Mr. Wright’s sexy, deep voice is already making my heart beat faster as I sit up, moving back against the headboard. The door opens more, my breath catching as he walks in wearing his gym attire. My eyes are bulging when I see his sweaty, lean, muscular body as he walks towards me. “I’d thought I’d stop by on the way back from the gym to see how your ankle is.” As he gets closer I watch a drop of sweat slowly trickling from the top of his collarbone, veering a bit to the left making its way down his chest and losing sight under his tank top. I lick my lips. When my eyes look up, he’s staring at me with half-mast eyes, the color so dark they’re barely showing that brilliant blue color anymore.
“Um…. It’s a little better. Thank you. I just wish I could get into see Trisha. I feel bad neglecting her and I miss our reading time.” I look down at my hands fidgeting in my lap, but before I could look back up I’m being lifted from the bed. “Oh!” My arm immediately moves around his neck and when I look at his face, he’s actually smiling and what a gorgeous smile it is. Then his eyes turn dark. His smile fades, his mouth presses against mine, hard, furious and mine is responding just as needy. Tilting my head to the side and our mouth’s attack each other’s, my other hand quickly moves into his hair, and my body just can’t get close enough to his. He moves us to the bed, laying me down without our mouth’s disconnecting. His hand covers my breast and squeezes, my moan penetrating his mouth. His response is equally muffled by mine. As our kissing continues feverishly, his hand moves under my shirt, pushing up my bra and his fingers begin tweaking my nipple causing my back to arch into it, my eyes rolling back into my head. His mouth leaves mine, but only to cover my nipple, sucking, nipping until I am completely burning up with desire. The tingling sensations are moving through me like a raging fire. As my desire begins to reach its peak my hips buck when I feel his hand cup my pussy, his fingers pressing against it through my pants. I want more, I need more.
Reaching down I grasp his wrist, and he lets me guide his hand to the top of my pants as I push it under the waistband, down to where I need it. He takes it from there rubbing me hard then inserting a finger into me, my head rolling back and forth until his mouth overtakes mine. God, I’ve never felt like this before, my body is burning with desire, and I feel like I could explode. A second finger penetrates me. Now feeling so full they seem to curl inside me, and my eyes begin filling with dots even with them being closed. “Ungh!” My scream leaves my mouth, surprising me as the most incredible feeling washes throughout my body. I’ve heard of orgasms, but have never felt one, and now I’m afraid I won’t be able to live without them, especially from him. Fuck!
“Are you protected? Are you on the pill?” he whispers in my ear, not noticing he’d moved in my orgasmic state. My head nods, because speech is not being an option right now. My eyes finally begin to regain their sight when he enters me, fast and forcefully. My whole body is jolted on the bed, pain searing deep in my groin and my eyes open wide. There’s no time to get acclimated or for the pain to subside when his cock pulls out, slightly, and plunges back, deep within me. I moan. I groan. But the pain is quickly replaced with ecstasy, the fire that diminished returns in a fury. His hands are gripping my hips, almost painfully, as they buck against him when his cock slams into me. The peak of my desire hits so fast as his thumb starts massaging my aching clit, my screams muffled by his mouth as my inner muscles clamp around his cock, squeezing and my body stills. He keeps me soaring longer as he drives his cock in and out, faster and faster until finally I open my eyes when I don’t feel any more movement and see the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed. His back is arched, his head is tilted back with his eyes closed tightly as his body shudders and the most indescribable look on his perfect face makes me shiver.
After what seems to be a long time, his eyes open, glaring at me as his body collapses beside me and his arm folds over his face like he’s in agony. What the hell? Was I that bad for my first time? His arm moves up slightly, one eye staring at me. “You’re the most incredible woman.” He jumps out of bed, throws on his clothes and walks to the door. After opening it his body half turns. “Dinner is soon.” He walks into the hall, shutting the door behind him, and I’m left lying there ashamed at what we’d just done.
~*~*~*~
What the hell just happened? The guilt is running rampant through me, but I know Trisha will be happy. I should be happy. She really was incredible. My heart was overflowing with happiness. My desire burned more than I could control, and I could see how easily it would be to fall in love with her. Strangest thing. I’ve never felt like that, ever. Not even with Trisha. The guilt may eat me alive. I make it to my bedroom, take a shower and then head to the dining room where I proceeded to eat dinner alone. Before I was done, I told Mrs. Lewis to take Riley a tray with dinner and when she returned I asked her if she was feeling ok. Mrs. Lewis explained that Miss Morris told her she was just trying to stay off her ankle, which leads me to believe that she lied. But why? I almost smack my forehead in my stupidity. I fled so quickly after, no cuddling, snuggling, no caring whatsoever in my haste to flee with my guilt. And…. I took her virginity. I’m a selfish bastard.
I avoided Trisha that night, asking Taylor to tell her I had a headache. He checked on her for me, gave her medication and said she was doing fine, mostly sleeping. Guilt. It’s a horrible thing. Almost as bad as what I did to Riley, not quite. The next morning I skip breakfast, not wanting to be alone in the dining room with Riley. I know I can’t avoid her forever, but right now I need to work out my frustrations and the gym is the best place to do that. The storm raging outside causes the lights to dim periodically with the thunderous roars and the cracking of lightning matches my mood. After two hours of various weight lifting, treadmill, rowing machine and whatever else I could punish my body with, I grab a towel and walk towards the stairs. The lights in the hallway outside the gym flicker with the storm. I walk towards the stairs, a loud crack of thunder sounds, then ‘BOOM’ the hallway’s instantly dark. I stop when I bump into a warm body, my hand landing on soft skin, moving up an arm and over until it lands on a breast. God, I hope this is Riley. The quiet gasp assures me I’m correct.
My hand on her breast begins to knead and squeeze while the other gropes its way up her other arm until it grabs her long hair, fisting it at her nape and pulls her head back, my mouth not having any difficulty finding hers. Without delay my hands grab her waist, lifting her slender body as I push her against the wall. Quickly, I reach for one of her thighs, bringing it up and around my waist and taking the hint she brings her other around, locking her ankles behind me. Thank God she’s wearing what feels like gym shorts so my hand easily pulls down the waistband, dragging the shorts and her panties down exactly where I need them. Finding her pussy already extremely wet for me, I waste no time pulling down my shorts, setting myself free and plunging into her greedily. Our mouths hesitate as we moan together then resume as my cock moves out and then slams into her, making her body slide up and down the wall with the impact. My mouth releases hers, my lips rubbing against her soft skin along her face until I nip her ear. “I love fucking you. Do you like me fucking you hard against the wall?” I whisper in her ear. Her breathing is erratic as she pants, nodding slightly. “Tell me,” my voice louder.
“Y…. Yes,” rushes from her mouth in a breath. “Ungh,” she moans, her head turning my way, her mouth latching onto mine. Our kiss becoming heated, spurring me on and my cock begins to move faster. I feel her fingers thread through my hair, then tugging it, which only makes my climax approach faster. As my fingers find her clit in the darkness and begin rubbing, her muscles begin to clamp around my cock. As her walls tighten around me, I start squirting my relea
se inside her. She cries out, my mouth pressing harder against hers as I stifle my moan when I climax. My legs feel weak and almost buckle so I carefully sit down on the floor, moving her onto my lap and hold her as she finishes riding out her orgasm.
My arms tighten around her as my hand brushes some of her soft, long hair from her face that I can’t see in the darkness. “This is what I should have done before. This is what I wanted to do but couldn’t. Forgive me.” For some reason, that was easier to say in the darkness until the lights flicker on, and I see the look on her face. Her beautiful eyes are staring at me, her smile soft as her face glows in radiance from her orgasm. She is breathtaking. Finally, she lays her head against my chest, rubbing circles on my t-shirt.
“It’s ok. I’m feeling strange with all this, Trisha’s upstairs and we….” Her eyes lift to mine as her teeth sink into her lip. Without thinking my hand reaches up, my finger pushing down on it making her release it. “I’m not sure what you want. I’m confused and unsure even of myself. I shouldn’t feel what I do. I feel guilty.” The relief that washes through me is unmistakable. To think she feels the guilt as I do, but also knowing she has feelings for me, her body certainly responds to my touch without hesitation. But is that due to her having sex for the first time, well now twice, or are there emotions and feelings for me as well? I can only hope.
“Riley, I….” Hearing footsteps we sit up straight, she bolts from my lap, pulling her shorts and panties up and back into place as I stand and situate my own clothes. By the time we can straighten ourselves out Taylor rounds the corner into the hallway, flashlight in hand and walks towards us.
“Ah, you’re both safe, good. I’ve been looking for you and sent Mrs. Lewis upstairs to tend to Mrs. Wright as soon as the lights began to flicker.”
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