Their bodies molded against one another, grinding to the beat of the music, a slow and sumptuous push that said all they needed to say and told each other all they needed to know. Lorraine smiled as she felt his massive cock growing under his linen pants, her tingling heat of her own pussy, already hungry for it, driven to greater heights by the drink, the music, the salty ocean breezes.
Chapter 9
They returned to their amazing bungalow, adorned with a hot tub and porch that overlooked the vast blackness of the Caribbean Sea. Inside the bungalow, Lorraine poured two flutes of Champagne and smiled to see Griffin approaching.
Griffin just glared at her. “Who are you?” Lorraine’s eyes widened and looked at him with a surprised and confused smile, holding up two flutes of Champagne as if it should answer any questions he might have, no matter how absurd they might be.
Griffin asked again in his low voice, “Who are you, and what are you doing in my bungalow?”
“Grif? What are you — ?”
“Don’t do that,” Griffin said, taking a step toward her, “Don’t. You sneak into a strange man’s private space and then play dumb? No, don’t.” Lorraine didn’t know how to respond, so she simply didn’t. Her heart beating faster in the midst of the confusion. She stood stunned and confused as Griffin approached her, but there was no fear of him, even her confusion was fast slipping away. “I suppose I should call the police, you just turning up like this, breaking and entering.” Griffin’s eyes twinkled and a naughty smirk filled his face.
That was when Lorraine realized what her husband was up to, yet another trick, another technique he used to welcome her into another dimension of their own erotic paradise.
“I … I didn't mean to,” Lorraine said. “I thought you’d be pleased. That’s all I wanted, was to please you.”
“Is that so?” He growled. Lorraine trembled as he approached, taking one of the flutes and sipping the Champagne.
“How is it?” She asked innocently, playing along with the fantasy.
Griffin shrugged. “Fair. So, is this what you expected, that you could just slip in here and pour me some of my own liquor?”
Lorraine stammered. “I … um … ”
“You didn't think this through, did you?” He said in a serious tone, Lorraine enjoying every delicious moment of the role play that was unfolding.
“No, I … I was just so eager to meet you, I guess I was too eager.” She crossed her legs flirtatiously, playing with the hem of her dress.
“I guess you were,” he said, his voice a flat, cold slate of recrimination. “What else are you eager to do?”
Lorraine cleared her throat. “Um, whatever you want me to do.”
Griffin nodded with a wry half-smile. “I see.” He walked past her to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the opened Champagne bottle. “Okay then,” Griffin said matter of factly, “take off your clothes.”
Lorraine slipped the spaghetti straps of her light, summer dress from off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor to reveal her naked body, no bra or panties to disguise her. She presented herself to him the way she always would. His role play game of being strangers, of her being an intruder, made her feel more vulnerable than ever before, more prone to the pitfalls of their reckless passion.
Griffin walked out from the kitchen to the back of the bungalow, Lorraine following without a word. With a flick of the switch, the hot tub was frothing, steam soon rising up into the balmy night sky.
Griffin stripped down without a word, his tall, muscular body chiseled like some ancient Greek statue come to life. He slowly stepped into the hot water while Lorraine stood there in silent confusion, waiting to be invited. And without a word, with just a jut of his head, Griffin offered that invitation.
Lorraine accepted.
“You knew I had a hot tub,” Griffin said, and Lorraine could only nod as she stepped in, the water hot around her feet, her ankles, her calves. Goosebumps jumped up on the backs of her arms and around her nipples, already hard, reaching out for Griffin’s expert attention and affection.
“Yes,” Lorraine barely managed to say, “I knew.”
Griffin refilled her flute, the Champagne cold and crisp in contrast to the hot, bubbling froth all around her.
Griffin took another sip of his own drink, watching Lorraine as she savored another sip, too. Then Griffin leaned over and gave her a gentle little kiss, their lips touching in a tender moment of wordless wonder.
Griffin smiled. “You always kiss men you don’t know?” Lorraine could only shake her head. “But sometimes, obviously … ” He said smiling.
Lorraine shrugged, her naked shoulder arching up toward her ear, short red hair damp with steam. “Sometimes.”
“And sometimes you let them fuck you, the way I’m going to.”
“Oh no,” Lorraine said too quickly, the Champagne and the role play keeping her off her guard. “I mean, not the way you're going to.”
“That’s right,” Griffin said, taking her flute and setting both glasses down on the edge of the hot tub. His hands found her arms and he gently guided Lorraine away from the side of the tub to sit in front of him, leaning back into his damp chest, his powerful arms wrapped around her, his hands on her wrists, her arms folded in front of her.
His hard hammer was strong and thick between her legs, and as Griffin eased her back, Lorraine relished the feeling of that beloved beast pressed against her ass cheeks, the small of her back, rotating to a different position as she shifted her body just a few inches in any direction. That slow grind became more pronounced as that cock searched out its home, finding her hot, wet pussy at the very bottom, wedging into her entrance and slowly pushing in. The heat and the bubbles made Lorraine’s nerves crackle with soothing comfort and anxious energy. She was relaxed and loose, but that tension returned as her body slowly became an extension of Griffin’s own, every fraction of an inch further bringing them closer together, two once more becoming one.
Lorraine’s exposed breasts were glistening with the steam and the heat and the water. Griffin’s hands reached around to clutch her them, circling his fingers over her nipples in a burning tease before giving them both a good, hard squeeze, pushing those wanton nipples inward. They sprang back out from Lorraine’s firm breasts, ready to match Griffin stroke for stroke.
Lorraine leaned back into his chest, his cock pushing up further into her tight clench, even the heat and the water failing to rob her muscles of their strength and power. If anything, Lorraine felt stronger than ever before, energized by all that bubbling water, energy swirling around beneath the surface and above, inside and out, up and down as Griffin guided her body up and down on his throbbing cock, long and unyielding.
“Is this what you expected,” Griffin rasped into her ear, “is this what you came for?”
Lorraine nodded, drops of water flicking off her short, red hair. “Yeah, this is what I wanted, so bad … wanted it so bad … ”
“This is just the beginning, baby. You have no idea what you’ve stumbled into. But it’s too late now, you hot little intruder. I’m in, I’m inside you now!” Lorraine nodded, her focus divided between his words, her heartbeat, the heat rising up from the water and from her own loins. “You can feel it, you can’t avoid it, and you love it!”
“Yes,” Lorraine gasped, “I love it.”
“You don’t know what it is to love it yet, you hot little thing, but you’re going to. And you’re never gonna forget it!”
Griffin pulled her closer, his hips leading their water dance, pushing up and pulling back in a smooth, circular rotation. He expended minimal energy and delivered maximum contact and pressure, easing Lorraine back and himself deeper into her. His mid-tempo circular pattern and the slow, certain sink of her body onto that untiring iron spike sent a familiar hum through Lorraine’s body, amplified by the slosh of the water and the pressure of that prick.
Lorraine choked back a shout, a wordless cry to release some o
f that building tension. She grunted and groaned and withheld her expression, driving that energy back down into her body, smoldering between her hips.
“That feels good, does it? You like it?”
Lorraine nodded, red hair sticking to her dewy cheeks. “Oh yes! God yes … ”
But, Griffin wasn’t done yet, and instead of announcing his intentions he simply acted. Lorraine’s body was suddenly thrust forward, arms stretching out in front of her as the hot tub loomed beneath her. Only Griffin was there to support her, keep her from falling face-first into the water. Lorraine felt as if she was floating, hovering, perilously close a watery grave, yet she was somehow held safely above it by a force more powerful than words could describe.
Griffin Phoenix.
“I gotcha, baby,” Griffin said, his hands on her hips, holding her and pulling her in, thrusting his long cock deep inside her. Lorraine reached out, fingers grasping, finding nothing to lean against, every instinct telling her she was dangling over the precipice, in more ways than one.
Lorraine’s lust was escalating and she was enjoying every minute that Griffin was taking control.
Griffin shifted forward, standing on the lowest point of the hot tub and easing Lorraine forward. Her hands finally found the opposite side of the hot tub, fingers gripping, palms pressing against the wooden rim as he worked her from behind. Lorraine arched the small of her back, shoulders rolling as Griffin found even greater depth, shaking a bit just the way Lorraine loved. She gripped the redwood rim of the hot tub, but her body shook with Griffin’s slightest motion, and she didn’t want to fight it.
Lorraine pushed back, arms rigid, straight, pushing her hips back even further against Griffin’s probing prick. The strength of her arms, body tense with sexual tension, Griffin’s hard cock, all worked to create a bolt of hard energy against that fluid, liquid bath of water and heat and energy around them. The harder Lorraine pushed back, the harder his stiff member pushed into her from behind, the more wild and untamed the water seemed, like it was raging on her behalf, a billion particles dancing free, uninhibited, even while Lorraine herself could barely move.
Griffin kept pummeling her, the heat and the steam from the water making Lorraine’s body flexible, the water doing its part in their clamoring fuck, surrounding and enveloping them both, various elements combing to create a vortex of sexual energy. Lorraine’s heart pounded in her chest, lungs drawing in clouds of dewy musk, clinging to the hot steam and filling her body, fueling her blood to run hotter and faster in her veins.
“You’re glad you came, aren’t you baby” Griffin rasped.
“Yes,” Lorraine answered in a panted wheeze, “so glad … ”
“And you’re never going to leave me! You’re with me forever now, you’re never leaving!”
Griffin’s hand found her short hair, grasping it and pulling her head back, pain tingling in her scalp. That sensation raced straight through her body like a volcanic eruption, exploding and releasing her struggling orgasm, now free to run wild throughout her body.
Lorraine cried out loudly from the pure ecstasy of unleashing a such an intense orgasm. Her eyes barely open, cumming and falling forward into the swirling water of the hot tub. It was her orgasm, surrounding her, hot and bubbly, the surface rising up to overtake her, consume her, drown her. That churn just kept going, energy swirling in upon itself, elements colliding, thoughts driven out by the sheer power of water and Earth, the stars above and the heat all around them, inside them.
Chapter 10
Back in New York, Lorraine was unpacking and thinking through her alternatives and responsibilities. The bedroom she shared with Griffin was spread out around her, memories of their chaotic, lusty adventures sending waves of pleasures through her body. He’d had her in every position and against every wall, and she’d had him the same way. A glance at the shower in the master bath brought more memories, sweet and slick.
The phone rang, shattering her nasty nostalgia. Lorraine didn’t like seeing the word unavailable on her smartphone screen, but it didn’t stop her from swiping and raising it to her ear. “Lorraine Phoenix.”
After a nervous little pause, the voice on the other end said, “Lorraine, you’ve got to stop what you’re doing.”
“Who is this? Treena?” Her voice was small, metallic, as if it was coming out of an old payphone, which Lorraine suspected immediately that it was; so the call couldn’t be traced back to Treena, a fact that made Lorraine all the more nervous about the call and the content. “Treena, what are you talking about?” Lorraine pressed.
“I tried to warn you. You don’t know what you’re doing and you don’t know who you’re dealing with. But you just wouldn’t listen.”
“Tell me then, Treena. You’re not being bugged, or you wouldn’t have called at all.” Lorraine said annoyed.
“It’s not just the department,” Treena rasped, “it’s going way beyond that.”
“To who? What are you talking about, the pro sports leagues?”
A pause filled the line, and it brought terrible notions to Lorraine’s imagination. All that money, she reasoned, all those people involved at every level. Is that what she’s talking about, is that who’s coming after me now?
“Just drop it, Lorraine, drop it all now … before it’s too late.”
“Treena, are you threatening me?” Lorraine jeered.
“No, Lorraine, for christ-sake pull your head out of your ass! I’m warning you, and I won’t be able to do it again. Leave it alone, Lorraine, for the love of God just leave it alone.” The call ended, a dull buzz settling deep in Lorraine’s heart and in her conscience.
Jeremy leaned forward, concerned. “Do you really think they would hurt you?” They tucked Kayla into her bed for a nap and crept out of the nursery and down the hall. The hallway was dark, draped in shadow, but the penthouse was bright, sunlight streaming in through the many large windowed walls surrounding the living room.
Lorraine had to say, “I dunno, Jeremy. The police never did find anything conclusive surrounding Albert’s death. It’s possible that somebody did have him killed … ”
“And that means they could have you killed, too.” Jeremy fretted. Lorraine shrugged, unable to contradict her old, dear and very worried friend. They stepped down the hallway and into the living room. “And she’s right about those sports leagues, Lorraine. That’s a big, mean gorilla, and you just had to shake the cage. Why did you post that petition online?”
“Usignit.com is a very effective tool, Jer. I’ve already got a few thousand signatures.”
“Each one another nail in your coffin.” Jeremy said, distress obviously plaguing him.
“What else could I do? That Casper Newkirk really pisses me off. I’m not just rebelling either, Jer. I admit, I hate that self-satisfied grin on that miserable face. But, that’s not what this is about. Hey, the open letter worked in Denver, and it’s working now. I think this could really prove to be a success. Just think of the money that would go to the schools.” Lorraine said trying to steady and squash any thoughts of fear she felt in that moment.
“And right into the pockets of all those corrupt school board jerks,” Jeremy remarked.
This made some sense to Lorraine, but not in the way Jeremy must have assumed or hoped. “That’s probably true. With that much money, a lot of it is bound to get to the campuses where it belongs. But, knowing that, why wouldn’t Casper Newkirk and those others support it? Going against me so strongly doesn’t serve their purposes, not at all.” She considered.
Jeremy shrugged. “Maybe they don’t have a choice.” Lorraine had to think long and hard about that, and she didn’t like where her train of thought was taking her; straight over a cliff.
Lorraine arrived early for a Tuesday afternoon rehearsal. The technical aspects of the play were starting to come together, and even Lorraine’s own performance was improving. She still wasn’t sure about the song she was supposed to sing, but if it was part of Ashe’s vision, she
was ready to go all in, no matter how potentially embarrassing it could be.
Maybe I should take singing lessons, Lorraine wondered, I’ll bet Griffin could just call up Paul McCartney and have him pop by for lunch!
The auditorium was quiet, no actors on the stage, only a few props scattered around while Ashe sat in a chair in the front row. He was still, unmoving in his seat as Lorraine approached from the left aisle. “Ashe? Ashe, what’s going on, was rehearsal cancelled?”
“Kind of.”
“Kind of how?”
“The whole play was cancelled.”
A cold nausea turned in Lorraine’s stomach, making the quick and easy logistical leaps to make the obvious assumptions. “Ashe, why?”
He frowned and shrugged, “They say the subject matter is too intense for a school play.”
“But … they already approved it.” Lorraine said confused.
“They cancelled it anyway.”
Lorraine sighed and sat down next to Ashe, putting a comforting hand on his. “Where’s Rachel?”
“Gone. She blamed me for writing it that way in the first place. She said she told me it was too intense, we should just have written a musical about the Gold Rush or something.” He tried his best to conceal his utter disappointment.
“No, Ashe, no. You followed your artistic vision, into dangerous and risky places, that’s what a real artist does. That was a bold, gutsy play.”
“I guess.” He said disheartened.
Lorraine gave it some thought, quickly finding a reasonable solution. “What if we rent a little theater, produce the play ourselves?”
“Nah, just forget it,” Ashe said, pushing himself up and shuffling up the aisle and away from the stage, perhaps for the last time. “Let’s just go.”
Lorraine and Griffin took a stroll down Fifth Avenue just as the sun was going down, sparkling with white lights against the purple sky, chrome and glass and steel and brownstone. The world’s most treasured trinkets were on display beyond those spotless shop windows, pedestrians crowding the sidewalk, milling about in each direction. Cars crawled down the packed avenue, headlights rising to greet the coming gloom, and Lorraine knew just how they felt.
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