We take turns at first and eventually end up both punching the bag from opposite sides. There’s a part of me that still feels like something is missing, something that I need to get the final bit of tension out, but I’m not sure what.
“What?” Laurie says, after I’ve been standing still for at least a half a minute.
“Nothing,” I lie.
“What?” she repeats. “Are you tired, or am I in your way?”
“No,” I chuckle.
“Then, what?”
“I need something,” I confess.
“What?”
“I don’t know,” I state. “I just need…something…something more.”
“Like what?”
“I don't know,” I laugh. “If I knew, I’d be doing it.”
Laurie studies me for a moment. “Did you want to spar?”
“What?” I gasp, almost choking on my own spit.
“Spar?” she repeats. “As in….”
“I know what it means,” I reply.
“Okay,” she returns.
Neither of us say anything.
“It’s just that you said the other day that….”
“Yes,” I suddenly say.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I sigh with relief, realizing that that’s what is missing.
Paul and I spar on occasion, but I always take it easy on the guy. He’s old enough to be my father, and even though he’s in great shape, I don’t want to accidentally hurt the guy.
Laurie’s hand jabs at my shoulder, catching me off guard. “Come on, then,” she goads.
“Watch it, Pix,” I return with a smirk.
“Or, what?” she pries, jabbing at me again. “You and I both know I can kick your ass old man.”
“I’m not old,” I protest, blocking one of her punches while returning one of my own.
“Yeah, you are,” she teases.
The knot in my stomach eases more, seeing the real Laurie start to come alive again. “No, I’m not,” I challenge.
“You’re older than me, so that makes you an old man,” she states.
“Then, that makes you an old lady,” I press back, playfully.
“Nope,” she denies, throwing a kick I didn’t expect when she made it look like she was going in for a right hook.
“Yes,” I laugh, taking the offensive.
“No,” she returns, twisting my arm and getting me into a jiu jitsu hold. “I’m younger than you…ergo, it doesn’t work.”
“We’ll see,” I taunt, hoping to distract her enough to break free.
Laurie lets me go after about five more seconds, clearly wanting to make this more of a fight than I realized at first. We take turns jabbing, punching, twisting, flipping, kicking, and anything else our bodies can do to strike and out maneuver the other as we spar. She manages to toss me on my back a few times, causing the wind to come out of me while she stands over me taunting me to get up and calling me a pussy. Eventually, I’m able to temporarily pin her to the wall — twice.
At some point, we’re both on the ground, with me on top. Our eyes lock, our bodies remain tense, but neither of us move. I lower myself, gradually releasing the strain out of my muscles, wanting to completely surrender to her. Laurie’s body slackens a little too, not pushing or fighting as much either.
The next thing I know, our mouths are locked as our tongues frantically dance together until Laurie pushes me up to a sitting position on the floor with our upper bodies mashed together. Our chests heave, her pupils are fully dilated, my dick is the hardest it’s ever been and I can smell her faint, sweet scent as it rises to my nostrils.
Fuck! This woman will be the death of me if I don’t get to feel the inside of her pussy soon.
My body stays ridged, not wanting to move and break the moment, let alone give her a reason to get up. Watching her face for some kind of a hint, I wait patiently for her permission. Laurie’s mouth darts to mine, pausing and snapping back an inch or two, just before letting herself kiss me. Her gaze frantically bounces between my lips and eyes several times. Not caring about rejection, knowing that I can just jerk off tonight if I need to, I cup her face and push my lips to hers. She whimpers the moment we make contact. As I pull away to get a firmer grip on her mouth, Laurie returns the embrace.
“Pix,” I breathe when I move to taste her neck.
“Hmm,” she hums under my touch.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I announce.
She doesn’t make a sound other than a faint gasp when my mouth moves further south.
“Pix,” I call sweetly.
“Hmm,” she replies, opening her neck more to me.
“I won’t be able to stop,” I confess. “I’ve only got a little bit more self control left.” When she doesn’t comment, I pull my head back to see her face.
Her Caribbean blue eyes sparkle as I take her in, knowing that tonight will change me. My hands pull her closer as I mold my mouth to hers. Laurie’s fingers grip my hair as I reach down and glide my hands over her body until they find her sweet, round ass. Hoisting her up, I proceed to find her a more suitable location for what I’m about to do to her.
“Your room,” she mumblers, jamming her lips right back to mine.
“You sure?” I check.
“Mm hm,” she replies.
We stay connected as much as we can as I awkwardly climb the stairs. By the time we hit the doorway, I’ve got her shirt peeled off and I’m just removing mine. My body shivers at the sensation of her bare breasts pressed up against my chest.
The thought that she suggested my room pops into my head and it’s good that she did. I’ve actually got at least two condoms in my bag, and if we had gone to her room, I’d be further from where I am with her right now which is my face buried between her thighs. She tastes even better than she smells. She’s sweet like honey. Tempering my own need for just a little bit, I embark on my original plan I devised since our first kiss— pleasing her like a goddamn queen.
Thirty Seven - Laurie
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the bright lights that are now vibrantly beaming around me. While I pee, I mentally go over every little detail of the last few days, and especially of those from last night. My skin tingles at the memory of Aiden touching my entire body and making me feel completely and utterly satisfied. Man did I need to get laid. It was evident just in the way my body responded to his in and on me. I can't remember how long it has been since I’ve had that many orgasms.
I remember waking at two twenty-two in the morning, finding myself naked and with Aiden's arms around me. Fear took over when I realized where I was and that I had fallen asleep for a little while. It took me about three different tries to slip out of his grasp before I found my clothes and darted out of his bedroom, still naked mind you, with the dogs on my heels. I didn’t bother dressing until I made it to my room with the door locked. The thought to shower popped into my head, but my brain was too fatigued to consider it further. Instead, I just hopped into bed after changing, not caring that I could still smell him, us, on me.
Weirdness creeps into my veins as worry forms about how Aiden will interpret our little frolic. It was just sex. A means for both of us to release a bunch of pent-up tension. Will he act funny when he sees me? Will it continue to be weird since he’s supposed to be moving in this week?
Fuck! What have I done? Was I crazy for doing this? No. I’m getting both of my needs met: spying on Quintin and getting laid in the process. It’s been a couple of months since I last slept with Codie and there’s no way I’m going back to sleeping with him. I can’t, even if I wanted to. I can use Aiden just like I used Codie — no harm done.
Everyone who knows me knows that there’s been something different going on between me and Aiden the past few days. Maybe we can chalk it up to the fact that he is moving in.
The dogs whimper, pulling me from my stupor. I throw on a long cardigan, brush my hair and make sure my face doesn’t look like a dead hoo
ker before taking them downstairs to let them out for the morning. As the dogs do their business, I keep my cardigan tightly wrapped around my body despite the fact that it’s already in the seventies. I feel awkward wearing what I have on, especially more so at the thought of Aiden catching me like this, though we did just see each other naked.
We head back inside and when I’m locked back in my bedroom, I contemplate as to whether I should workout or not. Crawling back into bed, not wanting to be an adult today, I curl up under the cover and snuggle with the dogs. They relax for a while and then eventually play, but the playing morphs into their attempts to get me up to feed them.
Once Cain and Mable eat, I let them outside again.
“Good morning, Pix,” Aiden greets from my right.
My head jerks and is met with Aiden’s practically naked body as it leans over the metal railing from the upper hallway. A devious grin smears across his face as, I swear, his muscles purposefully flex to get my attention.
“Mornin,’” I return.
Shit! Crap!
I whistle for the dogs and they happily dart back inside. Right as I turn, after locking the door, Aiden is standing just a few feet away from me. Wanting to avoid — everything — I head to the kitchen to make myself a smoothie. My stomach has been grumbling since I woke up.
“Why’d you leave?” Aiden suddenly asks, slipping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder.
“What do you mean?” I say confused.
“In the middle of the night,” he expounds. “I woke up and you were gone.”
I say the first thing that comes to mind. “It was just sex.”
“So? What does that have to do with it?” he inspects.
“I don’t sleep in the same bed,” I share.
“Really?” he inquires gently.
“Really,” I confirm. “I always leave after sex.”
“Even with Dr. Codie?” he pries.
With a huff, I state, “Yes…even with Dr. Codie.”
“You could have stayed,” he mentions.
I don’t say anything.
“Are we running?” he checks after about a minute of awkward silence as he guides the cardigan off my shoulder, kissing my skin.
“I’m not,” I share.
“You okay?” he asks, turning me to look at him.
“Mm hm,” I lie.
“Pix,” he coaxes.
“I’m just tired,” I comment. “I do have at least one or two days during the week where I don’t work out.”
“I know,” he states as if he really did know, but didn’t. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” I return. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Because, you’re acting weird,” he claims.
“I’m not acting weird,” I argue, turning quickly and then pushing the button on the blender.
Aiden studies me as I keep an eye on the blend while watching him with my peripheral. I move to the couch once I pour myself a glass. Aiden follows me, imitating some of my actions.
“What?” I ask.
“What’s wrong?” he presses.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Pix, I’m a federal agent,” he reminds. “I can tell when someone is lying to me, remember?”
“Just don’t make this all weird and we’ll be fine,” I state.
“What?” he replies.
“This,” I reiterate. “We had sex. That was it. We aren’t in a relationship and nothing will become of it, okay?”
“We are technically in a relationship,” he chuckles.
“That is fake,” I remind.
“So, you’re afraid that we’ll go from having sex on occasion to being in a real relationship?” he challenges.
“No,” I counter. “I’m not afraid of anything…and, why do you think it’ll be on occasion.”
Aiden’s chuckle turns more into a full on laugh.
“What?” I snap.
“We’re two adults, who will be living in the same house, pretending to be in a relationship and can’t get our sexual needs met any other way other than ourselves or together,” he comments.
“Speak for yourself,” I challenge. “I can get my needs met when I need it.”
“We’re in a relationship,” he states.
“We…”I comment, gesturing back and forth between us, “aren’t in a relationship. Fake Aiden and fake Laurie are.”
“You can’t sleep with anyone else,” he adds. “It wouldn’t look good for our relationship.”
“I can sleep with whomever I choose,” I counter.
“If his name is Aiden and that Aiden is me, yes. Fuck away,” he muses.
“Nope,” I return. “This was just a one time thing.”
“Right,” he laughs.
“I’m serious,” I reply.
Aiden takes my untouched glass and puts it on the coffee table.
“Hey,” I whine.
He moves closer, moving in a way that forces me to slide back. “You and I both know that last night wasn’t just a one time thing.”
My mouth opens to comment, but Aiden continues, not letting me speak.
“I don’t expect a real relationship,” he states.
I think he’s lying.
“I expect that on occasion you and I will need to ease some of our own physical tension, which will be in the same way that it happened last night. I don’t mind and from the sounds you were making, you didn’t either.”
“Not funny,” I comment.
Aiden chuckles. “I know you want more…sex, that is,” he says. “Your body is already telling me that despite your attempt to convince me otherwise with words. If you want me to agree that this will strictly stay as a sexual benefits kind of deal, fine. I’m sure we both can manage that given the circumstances at hand.”
I don’t say anything as I process everything he’s said. It’s true, my body is wound again, needing more release like the glorious pleasure he gave me last night. I want more of it, especially since it’s been months since I’ve been touched that intimately.
“Strictly professional?” I pose.
“Yes,” he confirms with a wicked grin.
“We use each other for sex, and that’s it,” I add.
“Fine by me, Pix,” Aiden agrees, lowering his lips to mine.
“You’re still sleeping in your own room,” I comment after several heated kisses.
“Mm hm,” he agrees, moving his lips to my neck.
“As soon as it becomes more than just sex for you, you need to tell me,” I mention.
“Why do you think I’ll be the one to develop feelings first?” he asks, yanking my top down and capturing my right nipple between his teeth.
“Because,” I moan. “I don’t do feelings.”
“Hmm,” he hums as he moves to my other tit.
“I was fucking a guy for two years…a guy who wanted more,” I remind.
“Shh,” he replies.
“Don’t shush me,” I command.
“Then, don’t talk about another man while I’m in the process of satisfying you again,” Aiden returns sarcastically.
“You think you’re funny?” I remark, trying to regain my senses.
“Nope,” Aiden disagrees, removing my shirt. “I know I am.”
“Not,” I challenge immediately, despite the inability to say it with authority as he teases my neck. “Condom.”
“I know,” he replies. “I’m going to have you for breakfast before I take you back up to my room.”
“Is that…so?” I ask, whimpering from him nipping at my skin as his mouth travels down my body.
“Mm hm,” he confirms.
“I’m glad you said your room,” I breathe out.
“Why is that?” he asks, taking a long lick of my pussy.
“Because, there’s no way it’ll ever happen in my room,” I inform.
Aiden doesn’t argue, which concerns me a little. My brain fogs over quickly as he proceeds to
make due on his promise of having me for breakfast. He insists that we gulp down our smoothies before he’s willing to carry me off for my next round of pleasure. Part of me wants to protest, but the pain in my stomach makes me comply, determining to not be distracted by anything else while he fucks me again.
Thirty Eight - Aiden
God, I love my fucking job! It’s no surprise that I’m enjoying it more since the first night Laurie and I had sex. Today, I’m officially moving in, meaning even more sex for us. She tried to play coy and not in need for an orgasm the past few days, but I’d have to say I was very persuasive without the use of words.
We had sex the following morning with some mild coaxing on my end. Her body was ready the instant I said good morning to her, but her brain needed a little persuading. Since that was literally my last condom on hand, I had to control myself as well as deliver another level of mind-blowing orgasms to keep her hooked and wanting more. Later that day, I stopped at the store for several boxes of condoms before heading to the house to start packing up my clothes and whatever else I would need for my stay with her. Each day I brought over a few more things, usually a bag or two worth of items to minimize the attention of me moving in. The condoms were one of the first things to arrive.
When we’re in public, she seem more comfortable to be physical with me, but we haven’t had sex for two days. We had lunch and dinner with Trudy, Marcus, Jacob, Paul, and the Lenards yesterday. Just before dinner, Dr. Derek and Codie stopped by to join us. The doc, Dr. Derek, seemed nervous around Trudy and the boys, unsure what was appropriate for him concerning affection with Trudy. Codie seemed to be handling the relationship between Laurie and me better, but the pain is still there in his eyes.
“Hey, Pix,” I greet after she opens the door.
“Hey,” she replies, trying not to smile. “What are those?”
“They’re for you,” I comment.
“Why?”
“Because, I’m officially moving in with my girlfriend today,” I remind.
“What does a bouquet of peonies have to do with it?” she inquires.
“Let me in, and I’ll tell you,” I inform.
She steps back, allowing me inside the house. “How did you know I was inside?” she asks, taking the flowers and heading into the kitchen.
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