“I feel a hundred and fifty times better. Jesus, I thought I would die,” I say, grabbing the cup of coffee she just poured for me. I get up, going to the fridge, and getting my coconut milk. “Did you fuck with my milk?” I ask her, watching her bring the cup to her lips and then smile behind it.
“Who, me? No, I didn’t.” She takes a sip. “But I can’t confirm that Austin didn’t.”
I groan out, pouring it out in the sink.
“Asshole,” I say under my breath, sitting down on the stool, drinking my coffee black.
“He drank someone’s breast milk.” She tries to plead his case. “Someone we don’t know.”
I shoo her off with my hand, rolling my eyes. “Blah, blah, blah, how are my monkeys?” I ask about the kids.
She starts telling me a story about Rachel and her yoga poses.
“I’m so bloated,” I cut her off.
“When is your period?” she asks, leaning on the counter.
“I just finished it,” I tell her, pushing down on my little pot that is there. “You know what, I think it is air.”
Lauren looks over at me, confused.
“I’ve had so much sex these last couple of days he probably pushed air into me.” I watch her stand up. “You know, from pumping in and out.”
“Are you insane? You don’t get bloated from having air pushed into you from sex.” She folds her arms over her chest.
“Well, his dick is huge.” I shrug.
“Kaleigh, that is the craziest shit you have ever said, and trust me, I know you say some pretty crazy shit. You are not bloated because his dick is big and he pushed air into you. It can’t happen.” She turns to put her cup in the sink.
“You don’t understand,” I say, fisting my hand and slapping it with the other, making the motion of air being pushed in. “See, it’s being pushed in.”
“I don’t have time to go over this with you. I have kids to get ready,” she says, walking away.
“That’s because I’m right,” I say to her back. Lifting up the cup, I bring it to my lips. “You can totally get bloated by air being shoved inside by a big dick.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Noah
I kiss her goodbye just as she walks out and I get ready to go for my run. I watch her ass walk away, thinking maybe tonight we should try something else. I smile, thinking about it. I start my run, making lists in my head about things I need to do. The first thing I need to do is meet Sal and make sure everything is okay with the contract. I have to make sure Lauren is actually coming to work with me. Then I make a note to pick up some more vegan stuff for Kaleigh.
The office is flowing without any issues when I get ready to leave for the meeting. The meeting with Sal is so fast I’m out before the hour is up.
I decide to visit Austin. I smile at Carmen when I get off the elevator and make my way down the hallway. When I walk into the room, John is sitting on the couch already talking to Austin.
“Jesus, did this week go slow or what? I didn’t think it would ever end.” I slap John on the back and sit next to him on the couch. I look over at Austin. “Are you sick?”
“He isn’t sick. Lauren is holding her vagina hostage till he lets go of this whole ‘I don’t shit where I eat’ bullshit,” John explains.
“It’s not bullshit,” he snaps at both of us. “What if we have a good run and then she gets mad at me, we break up, and she sues me for sexual harassment?”
“What if you spend the rest of your life banging the best pussy of your life?” I finally fire back. “Listen, if you want, she can come work for me.” I try to get a feel about how he feels.
He sits up in his chair right away. Oh, fuck, this isn’t good. “Not a fucking chance in hell. You’ve fucked every PA you’ve ever had.”
“That was before. I’m a changed man. I went to the strip club to meet a client, and my dick didn’t even twitch. In fact, he was bored. I think he might have even yawned.” I look down at my crotch.
John studies me. “No shit, you got the bug?”
I just shake my head. “I did. By the way, I’m bringing her tomorrow.” I lean back. Fuck, I have to tell her that we are going out tomorrow to a club opening. “She’s so fucking hot. She can put her legs behind her head, man.”
“I don’t want to know that shit!” Austin yells. “That’s Lauren’s sister.”
“She’s not your sister.” I turn to look back at John. “And she can hold them there.” I raise my hand for a high five. John smacks it.
“Is Lauren bringing a date tomorrow?” John asks Austin.
And I leave my hand in the air, turning my head to hear his answer.
“No.” But he picks up the phone to text her something.
I don’t know what she says, but he throws his phone down, “Jesus, she’s making my life impossible.”
“Poor baby. Just fucking get over it. Have sex with her, work with her, and then I’ll have a lot fewer complaints in my email.” John gets up. “Now, if you bozos will excuse me, I’m going home to have sex with my wife. On the couch, because we can.”
“You liar,” I say. “Married people only fuck in a bed. Google it.” I wink at John as he walks out.
“I bet they don’t even fuck in the shower,” I continue while Austin keeps looking at the phone.
“Let’s go to the gym. You can work out your frustration there.” I get up. We spend the next three hours beating the shit out of a punching bag.
I get into the car, tossing my gym bag in the back. Once I’m on the road, I call Kaleigh.
“Hey,” she answers softly.
“Hey, are you sleeping?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I just climbed into bed,” she says as I hear the sheets rustle in the background.
“Did you get my text about tomorrow? Is it okay?” I ask, wishing I could go over to her place.
“Yup, I even have an outfit planned and everything. What time will you pick me up?” she asks, yawning at the end.
“I’ll call you tomorrow and we will hash out all the details,” I tell her, turning on my street.
“Okay, sleep tight,” she says, laughing and then telling me goodbye.
I hang up, pulling into the garage and closing it behind me. Walking into the house, I toss my bag in the laundry room, going upstairs. Once I get into my room, I stop in my tracks. There in the middle of the bed is Kaleigh, who gets up on her elbow, looking at me.
“I hope you don’t mind I made myself at home.” She smiles at me and I walk to her, the smile growing so big on my face I feel my eyes crease.
“This is the best surprise ever, but how did you get in?” I ask her, peeling my T-shirt from my body.
“The garage pad.” She now turns to sit up, holding the sheet to her chest, showing me her naked shoulders.
“Who told you the code?” I ask, unbuttoning my jeans and having them fall to my ankles and stepping out of them.
“Noah, you really should be more original than 6-9-6-9. Rachel could have broken that code.”
“If it gets you in my bed, I would go with 1-2-3-4,” I tell her, getting under the cover, grabbing hold of her waist. “And naked to boot. I must have done something really good today to come home to you.”
“Well,” she says, shimmying against me, “we can make sure you do something really, really good now.” She drapes her arms around my shoulders, her hands running through my hair.
“I think I want to eat cookies,” I tell her, kissing her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck, then her nipple, and then I make my way down to her cookie and I show exactly how happy I am that she surprised me.
The next day we have breakfast together outside by the pool. After we clean up the dishes, Kaleigh grabs a yoga mat from her car and goes outside to do yoga by the pool while I watch television inside. She comes in, grabs a water bottle, and comes to sit next to me. “What time do I need to be ready?” she asks, curling her feet under her.
“We need to be there around eight or so.” I look over at he
r. “I’ve never had a woman get ready with me. Do you need like a separate room or something?” I ask, not sure what it’s going to look like in my bathroom. Will it look like an explosion of makeup or is she a ‘locking myself in the bathroom for five hours’ kind of girl.
“Aww, are you popping your girlfriend cherry, Noah?” She smiles at me, leaning in, brushing her nose against my jaw. “You’ll be happy to know I’m not that much of a makeup fan and it takes me about thirty minutes to get ready after I shower.”
“You’re a natural beauty, so I didn’t think it would take you long, but I just had to make sure.” I drag her on my lap.
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” She laughs, her ass wiggling on my cock. “We should shower together to save water.”
“Is that so?” I ask her, my hand snaking up her shirt while my other hand finds her tit.
“It’s for the environment.” She giggles when my face buries itself into her neck.
I carry her upstairs where we save water for the environment, and now here I am in my closet, deciding what to wear. “Should we go matching or is that too much?” I yell over my shoulder and she walks into the room wearing a cream-colored bra and what looks like full underwear. “Are those granny panties?” I ask, seeing how much of her is covered.
“Yup, full-on granny panties. And I’m wearing a cream lace dress, so you can go with whatever color you want.” She turns around, walking back into the bathroom.
Fuck, I never thought about granny panties being so sexy, but now I’m tempted to make her wear them more often.
I grab my blue suit and my baby blue button-down shirt. I am sliding my arms through the jacket and putting on my brown shoes when she comes out of the bathroom.
Her blond hair is tied on top of her head in a ponytail, her hair wavy in that ponytail, but what stops me is her outfit or lack thereof. Her dress is lace all right, long sleeves, all with embroidered flowers. You can see right through it, which is why she chose that underwear. The hem falls mid-thigh and it’s not just straight. It zigzags across. And on her feet are the sexiest shoes I’ve ever seen in my life, what looks like rose gold transparent barely there heels with a lace up ankle tie wrapping around her ankles. A champagne color purse hangs from her wrist.
“I’m done,” she says. All she has on is mascara and pink lip gloss. I know for a fact that her lip gloss tastes like cherry. “So do I look okay?” she says, twirling around and then my mouth drops because it ties at the neck and her whole back is bare. There isn’t even her bra strap. My cock fights his restraint to get out.
“Um,” I stammer out, my eyes blinking, my palms sweating, my collar not even tied but feeling like it’s strangling me.
“You look so hot right now. If we didn’t have to leave, I would be down on my knees.” She winks at me, walking out of the room where all I can do is watch her.
I cup my cock in my hand. “I’m so sorry, buddy, but I promise you’ll have lots of play time after.”
Once we get downstairs, I don’t walk into the garage. Instead, I go to the second garage door and press in the code, the door opening up to reveal my Aston Martin DB11 Coupe. I’m about to walk forward when Kaleigh knocks into me.
“Is that yours?” she asks, looking at it with blinking eyes.
“It is,” I say, taking the keys out of my pocket and pressing the unlock button, hearing the beep. I walk to the passenger side of the door, opening it for her. “After you, babycakes.”
She stops in front of me. “Have you had sex in this car before?” she asks, tilting her head back.
“No,” I say, bringing my hand up to her jaw, rubbing it with my thumb.
“Interesting,” she says, getting on her tippy toes and kissing under my chin and then climbing into the car. Her skirt rises up, showing her long, perfect legs. Legs that were wrapped around my waist not too long ago, legs that intertwine with mine at night. I close her door and get into the driver’s seat. Her legs are crossed at the ankle while she places her hands on her lap.
I start up the car, the purring noise music to my ears. “I love this car,” I say, backing out and making my way down the street.
“It’s really pretty inside,” Kaleigh says from her side of the car, her fingers running up the stitching in the middle console. “And the seat is so comfy.” She moves her ass in the seat. My cock rises like a beast trying to get out. “Does your seat recline all the way back?” she asks. “I wonder if I could fit on that seat with you.”
I look ahead then back at her, merging into the middle lane on the highway and then going back into the left lane, putting my blinker on to get off the highway.
“I would have to sit on you, of course.” She now leans over, her finger trailing up my thigh. “But would I have to sit facing you or facing the steering wheel?” she asks, leaning more and more in while I maneuver the car through the streets, searching for a parking spot, when I turn right and hit the industrial side of the town.
All businesses are closed for the weekend. Pulling into an empty parking lot, I don’t even put it in park before our seat belts fly off and we dive for each other. My hands grab her face while her hands grab my neck. Our mouths find each other in the frenzy, my lips on hers, our tongues sliding with each other’s. I hold her cheek in my hand as the other moves to her neck, moving her closer. Our lips part, our breaths panting heavily as she climbs over the console. Her knees go to the sides of my hips. My hands move up her dress while she unties the buttons on my shirt. Her lips go to my neck where she inhales deeply, right before sucking in and then twirling her tongue.
“Fuck,” I say, my hands cupping her ass, squeezing it. Her hand goes to my belt where she unties it and the button. The sound of my zipper being pulled down echoes so loud in the small confines of the car. My cock springs free while she cups me.
“Move my panties to the side,” she says breathlessly, rubbing her hot covered pussy on my cock.
“You want my cock?” I ask her, grabbing her ponytail in one hand, pulling it back, giving me all access to her neck. “Go get it,” I tell her.
She gets up on her knees a little and moves one hand to her panties, pushing them to the side. I’m expecting her to grab my cock and sink down on it. What I’m not expecting is for her to plant two fingers inside of herself and moan out. Her back arches as she fingers herself twice and I watch her eyes get hazed. I watch her pleasure herself till she takes her fingers out and puts them in my mouth.
“You want my pussy?” she asks while my tongue licks her fingers clean.
She finally grabs my cock in her hand, rubbing the head through her wet slit. She aligns me to her and then sinks down slowly, too slowly, so I thrust up hard, making her gasp out as I fill her hungry pussy with my cock. I grab her hips, guiding her up and down. My heart beats faster, my chest heaving like I’m running a marathon. I’m trying not to think that her pussy is soft like silk, warm like the sun. Her hands go to my shoulders as she rides me, her face coming close to mine, her lips lingering in front of mine. Her breath blows on my lips. I lick my lips, knowing I want to taste her, knowing that the taste of her pussy is still lingering on my tongue. I lean closer to her, my tongue now coming out to lick her lips, her tongue coming out to follow mine, till she leans in and her chest is flush with mine. Her hands move from my shoulders to around my neck as she rises and falls all the while holding on to the kiss that we are now in the middle of.
My hands rub up and down her bare back and our lips connect and my cock fills her. My hips meet her each time she comes back down. Her hands never leave my neck, except now when she is going to come. I can feel it, her pussy convulsing around me, and her moan comes out as she throws her head back while still pulling me closer. My hands lift her hips up and down while I let her ride out her orgasm. When I know she’s almost at the end, I watch her head bend back down as she looks at me, her eyes dilated, her cheeks pink and flushed, and while looking in her eyes I come deep inside of her. I sla
m her down on my cock and shoot over and over and over again. When I finish, my hands roam up from her hips to her back, her skin getting goose bumps from my fingers.
“From now on, we take this car at least once a week.” I smirk at her and she just giggles and looks down shyly.
“I don’t think I can move,” she says and places her head in the crook of my neck.
“Then don’t.” I cross my hands across her back and kiss her head while we sit here in the middle of a deserted parking lot, our clothes almost all on, and I just made love to her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kaleigh
I put my hand almost under my chest as I rest my head in the crook of Noah’s neck. I don’t know what just happened but that was unlike anything I have ever done. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but this was more. It was so much more. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in my body and not just the big cock that he had planted inside me. I don’t know how long we just stay in this dark parking lot, but when I finally peel myself up, Noah has his eyes closed. I lean in, kissing his cheek while he opens his eyes.
“Babycakes,” he says as I smile and go about setting my clothes back to their original order.
I button his shirt and get up, trying to gracefully get back over the console. “Why was it so easy to get over but getting back requires me to hit things?” I ask as I stumble into the seat onto my ass. My feet are still over the console while I pull them back to me. I see him tucking his cock into his pants and zipping up. He opens the door, getting out to make sure his pants are fastened properly.
When he gets back inside he says, “Going out, take two.” And slowly pulls out and gets back on the road.
By the time we get to the club, it already has a line in front. The valet has six men running to get everyone inside. A valet opens my door, putting his hand out to help me out. I grab it and place one leg out and then another, putting my purse in front of my crotch to make sure there is no vagina sighting. Noah meets me at the back of the car, grabbing my hand in his.
“Ready?” he asks and I nod and let him lead me inside. We walk the red carpet, past the photographers that are snapping away and yelling out Noah’s name. I put my head down, smiling till he stops at the end of the carpet right before the door. “Smile,” he says as he grabs me around the waist and tucks me into his side.
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