by Tania Cooper
“Eight, Eight, I will fall apart if he makes me come like this again.”
“We need you wet, baby, we don’t want to hurt you and by the way my boy’s heart is beating against his chest, there is no way we will be holding back when we finally enter your slice of Eden.”
“If I was any wetter, you could bottle it up and sell it! Just make him hurry, baby, I need to feel you.”
Lane curls his fingers forward and hits my front wall, causing sparks to fly through my entire centre, making my bud of nerves throb and enlarge, begging for attention and that’s exactly what he gives it. He presses his thumb down with such force, we climax so hard it feels as if Alexis is going to passing out.
“Yes Lexi, yes! Give it to me baby, come for me, only for me. Fuck I need this, I need you.”
“Lane!”
“I need you now Lexi, I can’t wait.”
The minute he moves, she misses his heat. He reaches over to his bedside table, opens the draw and pulls out a condom, opening it with one hand and his teeth while the other hand rubs over a very hard Eight. He rolls it on quickly before moving over her, placing a soft kiss to her lips while he positions himself at my entrance, anticipation rolling from them both in waves as the heaviness of the situation finally hits them.
This is happening, there is no going back. After weeks of mixed emotions they are both throwing caution to the wind and giving in to the chemistry between them, risking their hearts, risking their souls, risking their professional relationship for this moment, a moment to be free, a moment to be themselves, a moment to show the true Lane and Alexis.
“I need you Lexi, more than you’ll ever know.”
“I need you too Lane. I need the real you.”
And as she says that last word, he pushes into her hard all the way.
“Eight!”
“Oh baby. I feel you, I finally feel you. This is, this is … I’m lost for words, baby.”
“You are so big. I could sense that you were large, but damn baby, you are hung!”
“Oh baby. You are perfect, absolute perfection magnified by a thousand. Ah, oh, no, no, no, don’t squeeze me that hard. I won’t last!”
“I can’t stop it, my muscles have wanted you for so long they’re afraid to let go. Move baby, I need you to move, I want to feel your entire length.”
Lane is panting, his head buried in her neck, lost in the moment, as Alexis holds on tightly, digging her nails into his back as she struggles to breathe. He slowly pulls out until he almost slips free, before slamming back in, reaching her resistance, growling with satisfaction at hitting her deepest muscles.
“Oh fuck, Hot Lips, I can feel all of you. I can feel where you begin and where you end. I can feel every ripple your muscles are making as they try and milk me, begging me to move. I can feel your heat, I can feel your juices sliding all down my shaft. My head can feel your pulse as it’s crushed up into your deepest crevices. In this moment, I own you. I own every inch of you. You … are … mine!”
“Eight, I don’t want this moment to ever end.”
Lane moves out again, but slows down when he pushes in this time, finding a rhythm that’s most pleasurable for them both. He kisses her lips, then her jaw, over both her closed eyelids, then over to her ear, before biting it softly, still moving, still dragging heavily through my tightened muscles.
The friction builds, his pace quickens, as he reaches between them to rub over our clit. The flood of arousal is everywhere, slick and hot; the smell is intoxicating as hearts beat erratically, the heat scorching as their bodies slide against each other.
Alexis has never been this turned on in her life. Even when she started to let her hair down with her ex Mr. Confidence Smasher and finally embrace her sexy side, it was still nothing compared to the way Lane is making her feel. He’s reaching places that have never been touched before; nerves that have lain dormant are finally feeling alive for the first time. Sparks are flying between every piece of connected flesh.
He continues to push slowly, but once inside pushes up hard into her deepest point, causing a new sensation we’ve never experienced before. He has found a new g-spot I’m sure of it. I didn’t even know it was there. Now I feel as if I’m losing my mind and that goes for both brains.
“Oh Eight, how did he know where to find that spot? Oh, ah, ah, ah, yeah, that one.”
“He didn’t baby, I did. I just knew if I bent the right way I would find a way to set you on fire like no one ever has, like no one ever will. This space is mine, Hot Lips, only mine!”
One more hard push, up high into this new spot, has Alexis screaming Lane’s name so loud, the neighbours will indeed know his name. He continues to thrust, harder and harder, growling with each strain, Alexis gasping with each push, struggling to catch her breath.
The climax eclipses anything our body has ever experienced. There is a blinding light as everything explodes in colours, a delicious burn along my internal walls as the heavy, fast pull of Eight continues to slide in and out in a desperate chase to their own explosion. Every part of me becomes sensitive as the wave continues to move throughout my core, shuddering, gripping, muscles jumping in spasm as the feeling of euphoria takes over all of our senses.
“Hot Lips! Fuck! I can’t hold back, I’m coming, I’m coming. You’re mine, do you hear me? You’re mine!”
“I love you Eight, I fucking love you.”
Lane pushes harder, faster, chasing that last piece of resistance and smashing it to pieces as the tingle in his spine spreads and causes a fast rush of an explosion. He roars Alexis’ name so loud it rings in her ears as his grip tightens on her skin, sure to leave the evidence of his climax on her body for days to come.
Fast heartbeats, gasping for air, fevered heat, slick skin, wetness running down thighs, the smell of ecstasy saturating the air. A climax that has left them spent and sated, unable to move from their joined bodies, not wanting to break the connection they just created, all thoughts of reality crushed beneath their sweaty bodies. Fuck reality, it can wait until the sun rises in the morning.
Oh damn, what a night. That was freaking amazing, knackering, but amazing, I don’t think me and my boy have had such a wild, passion filled time in … well … ever. Waking with my boy in the night, finding our girls there soft and supple, it’s what dreams are made of and yeah, Laney boy, you’re right, the last couple of times it wasn’t just sex, it was something else entirely. It was slow, sensual, filled with love and passion. Truly, before we all finally fell to sleep we gave a true home to the words love making.
“Mmm, good morning baby, how is my girl this morning?”
“I’m very, good, a little worn out and sore in certain places, but still very good.”
Mate, if I weren’t still spent from the boiling torrent of love, sex and rampant fucking of last night, her smile would have lit my boiler once more. I think you owe that girl a very tender, cuddle laced kiss, don’t you. Oh good man, ahead of me as you should be. I have to say though, she was brilliant with those soft lips of hers, in more ways than just one, haven’t felt anything that good in a long time.
“I’m not surprised, baby, not surprised at all. If I wasn’t still worn out from last night, just being here would have me rising again.”
“Mmm, yeah, Lane careful, I’m a little sore after having you and big boy so many times … but … we … maybe we …”
I do not like the look in her eyes, Lane, shit, you’ve got the same damned look, no, no, no, fuck no. You can get rid of those thoughts right now, you are not putting the brakes on this now, it’s only just started.
“I know, it’s okay Lexi. I can see it, it’s running clean as day in your eyes and I think I feel the same. Despite us, the night we’ve had together and all that’s just started; it could be … disaster for us if it spilt over and affected our work, we both know our careers are riding on such an important campaign. Both our lives revolve around our work, that’s who we are and why we … are so Goddamned good
at what we do; I don’t ever want to let this, us, or anything we have together go, but I guess in the light of day, we can see what’s at stake.”
No, no, no, no, fucking no. Stop right fucking now Lane, I mean it!
“I know, I was thinking exactly the same thing and if it did … spill over …or somehow got out, it could ruin everything. Everything that is just starting between us, everything we have at work, all the time we have put into building our careers, could just vanish, even if this is everything I want, all I have ever wanted. All that I’ve ever needed, we’ve got to …”
Don’t even think about it Lane, don’t bloody do it, we’ve only just got our girls; me and Hot Lips have worked too hard and too fucking long to get you two together. You do this Lane, to me, to us, to Hot Lips and Lexi; and I swear, I will never, and I mean never, forgive you, I will never rise again, do you hear me Lane, never!
“Yeah, so … what do you want to do? We could … plan ahead; from this moment on, our sole focus is our project, nothing else even ventures into the frame. We work our arses off, grind ourselves to the bloody bone and then, once everything is done, once we’ve given it all we have, we can be us and finally see just where we are and then, well …”
“Okay, but Lane, there’s … there’s something I want to tell you, something I need to tell you.”
“I already know what it is Lexi, I already know.”
Okay, after all that, all that crap about keeping it social and business-like, which by the way is fucking awkward as fuck when you’re sitting naked in bed together after a night of fucking each other senseless, you don’t even have the decency to let her say what she needs to say to you? You should be beyond bottling everything up, you should have let her finish, oh hang on okay, this isn’t something I saw coming. You and her, lips locked and hands roaming.
“Baby, did you hear what Lane just said?
“Yeah I heard it all, but, you do know what this means, means for us and our relationship.”
“Yes baby I do, but did you just hear what our boy told our girl … baby … baby?”
What the fuck is going on here, I’m losing my fucking mind. First you two spend a night humping like bloody rabbits on Viagra, then, in the morning, when you should be relaxing in each other’s arms and basking in the afterglow of the night before, you scrap everything and make plans to live like workaholic monks for the foreseeable future. Then not only do you do that, but you do a full one eighty and silently admit your feelings for each other and to top it all off, I talk to my baby and see if she has heard all that has gone down and she says she has, then clams up on me. So … what the fuck is going on!
“Well, um, I uh, I need a shower, so … yeah … I’m just going to, uh, grab one before we head back to work.”
See, that’s just what I’m on about, what the hell is going on. Damn it I’m so freaking confused. Lane, what’s happening bro? Oh come on, talk to me mate, and don’t just sit here with your head in your hands, bloody talk to me, my girl’s not talking, Lexi has buggered off into the shower and you’re sitting here looking like some depressed skinny Buddha. Nothing, alright then; I guess I’ll just hang here and block the flood waters from getting in your butt crack, because it seems like that’s as much use as I’m going to be for the next couple of months at least.
“No, I’m not letting our weekend end like this … no way no how.”
Okay what the fuck, you just said … but … hold the fuck on, what are you doing? Grabbing another condom? What? Wait damn it.
“Lane … what the …”
Okay then, damn she feels good when she is all wet and slick.
“Oh damn yeah, here I come baby, I’m going to give it to you good.”
“Oh hell yeah, I was so hoping your boy would do this, baby I need you, I need you in me, I need one more goodbye. Get him to slip that rubber on now!”
“Here I come baby, oh damn you’re so tight, I can feel you clenching me, oh baby you’re pulling me in. That’s it baby hold me tight, never let me go, I love you so damned much baby, so, so, much.”
“I love you too, Eight, I love you more than anything, stay with me baby, please stay with me. But harder would be better if you don’t mind.”
Lane cups her breasts, twisting her nipples between his fingers. I slide deeper into my girl, the water crashing down over our bodies, my girl clenching around me, her soft walls rippling as Lane drives me deeper with each thrust. The sound of his hips hitting Lexi’s slick backside fills the air as she gasps and moans.
“Oh yes! Lane, yes, yes, harder, I need you harder, I need more of you. One more time.”
She leans back against him, her head resting against his shoulder as she drags his lips to hers, their tongues dancing as her fingers slip down and she draws her nails slowly over my tightened sack. That one stroke, with her sharp, almost razor edged nails is all it takes before my limit bursts and I explode with want and need.
“I’m coming Lexi baby, I’m coming, oh fuck!”
I feel Hot Lips clench as Lexi screams, her nails digging deep into Lane’s thighs as I empty everything I have, my girl draining every ounce for me in one, long, explosive, burst.
“You feel it baby, yeah, milk me dry, do you feel me baby, do you feel me deep inside you?”
“Oh fuck yes, give it to me Eight, fill me up, make me yours again. I want it, I want it all.”
We all slump to the floor, our lust and need finally drained, sated and yet tinged with pain at the thought of this being the last time the we’ll be together, until we can finally bid goodbye to the project that is standing like a wall between our lives together.
“Baby?”
“Yeah Eight?”
“I love you.”
“I know baby, I know, this sucks …”
“Big time, but at least we had one last big one together, I just … well … it’s going to be hard baby, very hard and not in the way we like it to be but, if it’s what our boy and girl need to do … well … ah fuck, no, I don’t want this, I don’t want you to leave, please baby make her stay, stay with me.”
“Oh Eight, I want nothing more, I really don’t want to go, but, shit, I know if I had eyes I’d be crying right now. Fuck, I want to cry so badly my girl is welling up, I want to stay so much, I really do. I love you Eight, with all I am, I love you.”
“Lexi … I …”
“Don’t Lane, this is hard enough as it is, you know how I feel, and I know how you feel, just leave it at that. Please don’t make this any worse than it already is. Just hold me … a little while longer.”
This place feels different, it feels, well, empty. Even though she’s there in the bedroom, just slowly packing up and sorting herself out before we leave, this house already feels like a tomb. You built this to be your home away from home and now, yeah, I know you’d rather sell it than come back again.
There are some dishes in the dining area, mate; you left them there last night, don’t forget them. There’s no telling when we will be back here again, if we will ever be back here again. I know I couldn’t stand to be anywhere that you and Lexi have been, when she isn’t there. Why is this so damned hard, bro? Why is it so damned hard to let go of it all, I know we’ve only just had her after the epic chase that, if it had been a movie would probably have spanned six years and seven continents, but why can’t we just switch off? It’s not forever, I know it, and you know it. So even if it is only a matter of a few weeks, why can’t you or I just shut it all off and then turn it back on when we can finally be how we want to be, huh, come on, tell me why?
Fuck this hurts. Can we go out onto the decking or something, I need some air. I need to at least get out of the building for a few minutes, so come on bro, let’s, I dunno, go stare at the waves or some shit? Great, that did a whole lot of fuck all, Lane, I know you’re hurting and trying to tough it out for Lexi’s sake, but mate, you’re driving me insane. The morose thoughts that are floating through your head are
worse than when Miss Queen Bitch was there in front of you fucking Dave in your own bed. Sorry, that was a bit too far, but it’s true, this girl, no, sorry, this woman, has come into our lives, burrowed and carved through the ice that had surrounded us both and awoken desires and feelings that we thought had long since shrivelled to nothing.
Just look at us, we’re standing here staring at a damned beach that only a week ago held such vivacious joy and memories so dear to our hearts that it would have worn a hole through to our soul if we lost them. And now, neither of us can bear the sight of it, the mere thought of it tearing us apart as all the memories, that even now are only days old, shift around inside that confused noggin of yours. The one of you and Lexi and the long walk along the shoreline, hand in hand, a companionable, if stressed silence between you both. The slow, slightly taut conversation that you both had atop the cliff. All of it, and I know right now you want nothing more than to claw your own eyes out, all in the name of keeping the vow you made to the woman you are hopelessly in love with. It’s only for a small amount of time, but I can feel your fear that it may never be again. That’s where all these depressive thoughts are coming from.
Fuck, what are we going to do Lane? We need to figure it out and soon, otherwise we’re going to either go crazy, or ruin the one chance we’ve had at being truly happy in over half a decade. Lane, I don’t think I can go through that again and I know you can’t. So, what mate, are we going to do?
“Lane? I’m um, ready when you are.”
“What, okay, yeah, let me just grab my car keys, I’ll meet you out front.”
Silence, I hate silence, it never bodes well for anything; from family to work and anything beyond that, nothing good ever comes from silence and this car is thick with it, the tension in Lane’s body making me shift and shiver as I fight to silence my words.
“Hot Lips … baby?”
“Yeah Eight?”
“Are we okay, nothing has felt right since this morning and I truly can’t lose you, I’d rather cease to exist than know I lost you over something we could fix.”
