Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel
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Then it was on for the rest of the evening. I made sure that we were still clear on the parameters. After she would come but before she lost that glazed look in her eyes, I’d lean over and peer into her eyes. I would say, “You know this is just sex, right?”
I had to make sure she understood that.
She would smile at me with sex-drunken eyes, nod her head, and then we’d start kissing again.
We didn’t have sex all night but we sure came close to it, and when we weren’t striving for a spine-tingling climax, we were still petting, stroking, and fondling. I couldn’t get enough of her… she couldn’t get enough of me.
It was insatiability on steroids.
But that’s not all that happened last night. In our down times… you know, those times when we actually had to rest so we didn’t kill ourselves… we talked.
I mean, really talked.
None of that superficial shit that occurred that first night when we couldn’t reveal much about ourselves.
We talked about a lot of stuff, mostly about our careers and personal interests. It didn’t get too deep, but I found myself sucked into Mac’s world. I learned that she’s a southern girl, which explained the accent I thought I was hearing. She asked me a lot of questions about my career path, and I learned that she has similar goals to what I had when I started out. Her questions were thoughtful, intelligent… and even though we talked a lot of business in between the sheets, she still managed to bring humor into the equation on more than one occasion.
I’m finding that I like it when Mac makes me laugh, although I’d never admit that to her. Hell, it’s hard enough admitting it to myself.
Her breathing is soft, even, and deep. I think we finally fell asleep around three AM. I thought briefly about going back to my room, but then I told myself it was too much of a hassle, and besides… if I got horny again before the sunrise, I wanted her close by. I told myself that and tried to make myself believe it, but really… Mac just felt too good lying beside me.
Calming.
Peaceful.
I didn’t necessarily like that I liked those feelings, but I pulled her into my arms and scooted up as close to her as I could get, wrapping my arm around her waist and sliding my other arm under her head. She sighed, and even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew there was a sweet smile there. It made my heart pinch in worry, because the majority of my being doesn’t like making anyone feel that way. It smacks of dependency.
Mac stirs in my arms and arches her back slightly to stretch. She’s still sleeping, but I think she may be close to waking up. Her movements cause her butt to caress my dick, and it decides it’s definitely time to wake up.
We’re in the perfect position to wake up nicely. On our right sides… my arm under her head and the other wrapped around her waist. Her right leg is stretched out fully but her left is bent. My legs have matched her position, because apparently in sleep, I was seeking the closest amount of contact with her.
Just thinking of having her again… this morning before we have to go to work… has my cock manning up quickly. It’s been a long time since I’ve had morning sex and just the thought brings me to full on wood.
I move my left arm from around her waist, putting my palm on her hip and sliding it down her leg. Curving it around the back of her thigh, I push her knee toward her chest… opening her up to me. Mac stays soundly asleep.
Moving my hand again, I decide to start the wake-up process. My path is well calculated, bringing my fingers fortuitously in line with the softness between her legs from the rear. Swiping my fingers through her folds gets me some movement from her… a slight tilt of her hips seeking more and a sleepy whine of need.
Nice.
I stroke her for a few moments, listening to her breathing become uneven. She’s still sleeping, but I’m pulling her out. I wonder if she thinks she’s dreaming and I wonder if so, is she fighting to stay under so she doesn’t wake up and lose these amazing feelings?
Mac grows wet, her body responding to me even with her mind engaged in slumber. I sink a finger inside of her and pull it out slowly.
She gets wetter, and the thought that she is so responsive to me makes me ache to be inside of her. Pulling my finger away, I move my hand to the back of her thigh again and push her leg a little higher. From there, it’s simply a matter of pushing myself down the bed a few inches and tilting my hips just right. With a little help from my hand to line up, I start pushing inside of her beautiful body… my promised land. I wrap my arm back around her waist and hold her tight.
I go slowly, because I want to drag out the wake-up process for her. In an inch, out an inch. In two inches, out two inches. Mac’s breathing gets harsh, raspy, and her own arm tightens around mine.
“Matt?” she asks, her voice raw from sleep.
Lifting my head up and leaning forward, I whisper in her ear, “Don’t move, beautiful.”
I thrust in all the way, deep inside, slam to the hilt. She groans, and I know she’s fully awake now.
Moving slowly, I pump in and out of her, keeping a measured pace. I move my hand back down between her legs, from the front this time, stroking her… rubbing, pressing. Mac starts moving her hips in response to me, causing my fingers to slide against her perfectly. We fuck slowly, and it is torturously sweet.
When Mac starts holding her breath, I know she’s close. I’ve observed her enough to know that she’s just moments away from coming when she sucks in that big gulp of air and just holds it.
Thrusting inside of her a little more insistently, I press my fingers down against her hard and let my cock make all the friction. Mac stiffens, starts trembling, and then she lets out a cry of relief so exquisitely sweet because I did that to her, it starts me unloading inside of her.
I come, and I come, and I come, and I wonder if I’ll ever stop, but I don’t want to… because it feels fucking fantastic. I keep pumping my hips, seeking an eternal orgasm, and I can still feel Mac spasming around me. Finally… finally, I stop, completely emptied and absolutely sated. I want nothing more than to press her against me tightly and fall back asleep.
That thought doesn’t piss me off quite as much as it should. I think I’ve come to accept that a crack has formed in my hard exterior, and McKayla Dawson has wormed her way in just a bit. While I still feel strong in my convictions, and I’m not going to let this go any further than the bedroom sheets, I have a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach that I may be doomed.
Chapter 9
What a week.
After almost dying from orgasm overload in Chicago, we returned to New York late Wednesday evening where I had a brief, overnight stay in my apartment—alone—before I was heading to Atlanta for a mediation the next day. Now it’s Friday, I’m back in New York again, and I’m exhausted.
I give the cab driver Mac’s address and lean my head back against the seat. I’m so tired and I know I should go home, yet here I am… heading to her abode. My flight from Atlanta was delayed and when it landed in New York two hours late, what did my so-called exhausted ass do? I called my head of resources, Karen Anders, and asked for Mac’s address. I couldn’t give her the reason why I wanted it, and luckily, she didn’t question me.
Not that she would.
No one questions Matt Connover.
The Atlanta trip was eye opening. Yes, I got my case settled at mediation and yes, I was happy with that. So happy, in fact, I decided to hook up with a woman that I’ve fucked on a few occasions. She’s an attorney I had a case against in the past and on at least three trips to Atlanta, we have gotten together to tear it up between the sheets.
No, that is not a breach of my rule against monogamy, because Lydia doesn’t do monogamy either. She likes sex and likes it varied, so I always make sure my package is wrapped with her. She doesn’t fall within the strict medical guidelines that One Night Only adheres to.
Lydia likes it so varied, in fact, our first time together another woman was involved with us. Let m
e tell you… that took the cake for the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Me drilling one woman from behind while she went down on another.
Yup… hottest thing ever, that is, until Mac peeled her dress off for me in the hotel that first night. Yup, just dropping that dress so I could see what was underneath… that then became the hottest thing ever… until I fucked her on her desk. Then that became the hottest thing ever.
And then… well, you see the pattern.
And I wasn’t liking the pattern, because I was getting away from my true nature. So I decided to break said pattern by hooking up with Lydia and breaking this tie I have with Mac. Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to fuck Mac again, because I would. I’d tell her the truth about Lydia, and then I’d fuck her again.
Then I’d be me again.
Except… it didn’t work out that way. I met Lydia for drinks in the lobby of my hotel. I took one look at her as she walked into the bar… tall, beautiful, confident… sexy, sexy, sexy woman.
And I knew in that first glance that I couldn’t do it. Not because of any guilty feelings of what it might do to Mac, but only because of the crystal-clear realization that I only wanted to get it up for Mac. In fact, not sure I can get it up for anyone but her—a fact that bothers me, but what’s a man to do?
So I had a drink with Lydia and told her that I had to get up early for my mediation, and we parted ways with a friendly hug.
The cab driver pulls up to Mac’s apartment building and my eyebrows rise. This is pretty swank and not what I would have expected for a first-year lawyer that graduated with Columbia law school debt.
After I pay the driver, haul my carry-on case into her elevator, and make it to her door, I’m itching. Itching to see Mac, itching to fuck her, and yeah, itching to hold her.
I’m such a pussy.
When she opens the door, my breath hitches and yup… she topped the “hottest thing ever” scale again. She looks young with her hair in low, braided pigtails that hang over her shoulders and her face scrubbed fresh. She’s got on sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but they hug her form perfectly, although I bet she’d rock a school girl look in a short, plaid skirt and Mary Jane’s. That thought has my dick perking up interest.
“What are you doing here?” she asks in surprise.
I run my eyes up and down her body, realizing that she would probably be the sexiest woman ever in anything she could possibly wear. I’d get a woody if she wore burlap, I bet.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you for two days,” I tell her as if she asked the most ridiculous question. “Why wouldn’t I be here?”
Walking across the threshold, I lean down to nuzzle her neck with my lips and wrap my arms around her waist. She smells like flowers and maybe a hint of ice cream.
Mac’s arms come up, not to return my embrace but to push me away. “Matt… I look a mess. I wasn’t expecting you.”
“You look beautiful,” I tell her while holding her with my gaze, so she knows I’m not messing around with her. “And you’re going to invite me in so I can fuck you senseless.”
That’s all it takes, and Mac is on board with me. Her eyes fill with heat and longing, and then she’s in my arms and I’m walking back to her bedroom. I did take a moment to notice the rich appointments of her apartment, which is luxury by any standards. Expensive hardwoods, supple leather furniture, custom drapery. No way could she afford this, but she tells me it’s her roommate’s apartment, who is a socialite heiress or some shit.
I don’t give a fuck.
Just want inside of Mac.
Rather than slake my lust instantly, I end up stripping Mac and pushing her into the shower with me. I want to get cleaned up and hopefully refreshed a bit so I can go at it all night with her. It will take that long, in my opinion, just to make up for not being with her the last two days. She ends up trying to entice me into shower sex, but I don’t think I could hold her up for that long as tired as I am. So I tell her to finish up, because she has a lot more hair than I do, and I head into her bedroom to wait for her.
I dry off, throw the towel on the floor, and lay back on her bed. My eyes instantly start to close with fatigue, so I drop one foot to the floor to ground myself.
That’s the last thing I remember.
***
Saturday morning shower sex.
Hottest thing ever.
So yeah, if you haven’t noticed, it just keeps getting better and better with Mac.
Apparently, I fell asleep last night while waiting for her to finish her shower. She didn’t wake me up, but rather crawled into bed and joined me in slumber. Just like in Chicago, I woke up with her pressed against me.
Just like in Chicago, I put my hand between her legs and started working her.
She woke up fairly quickly, and reached a hand behind her back to palm my cock. That’s when I growled, “Playtime’s over” and rolled her on to her stomach.
Then I was pumping away inside of her, and we both got off quickly.
Too quickly to satisfy either one of us, so we made it back into the shower, and here we are.
We make pretenses of actually wanting to get clean by washing our hair and then washing each other’s bodies. But you can’t expect people like Mac and me to put our hands on each other and it remain chaste.
Nope. It turned into an inferno.
Now I have Mac pressed up against the tile wall, and I’m on my knees in front of her. I have my mouth between her legs, rubbing her clit with my nose, then my chin, then my tongue and I could drown happily right here. She has her fingers tangled in my hair and is pulling me hard against her, grinding back against me. She’s demanding, and I fucking love it.
Love it even better when she comes hard on my tongue, her body trembling viciously.
Standing up, I find my own legs a little shaky, because you guessed it… hottest thing ever, and Mac just makes me fucking weak with lust. But I rally like a champ, pick her up, and wrap her legs around my waist. Her arms slide tight around my neck, and we just stare at each other a moment. Her eyelashes have droplets of water on them and her green eyes are sparking at me, hot with desire. Her lips are soft and wet, and I have to have them.
So I kiss her… deeply, but with care. Tilting my head to the side, I angle in just a bit deeper and as our tongues are slowly dueling, I slide into her with one, easy push. Mac’s breath stills, and her mouth goes slack against mine.
“Oh, Matt,” she breathes against me. “If I could freeze this moment…”
Her words fucking slice into me, not in a good way, but not in a bad way. In a slightly uncomfortable way, and I don’t know what to do with that feeling. I pull back slightly and see Mac’s eyes are closed in rapture and her top teeth are embedded in her lower lip.
She looks sweetly sexy as she waits for me to move within her.
So I do. Short, slow strokes… because the angle I have only allows for short but I can make it work, especially because I can grind my pelvis against her… at just that spot. She groans with every thrust and when she lays her cheek against mine, the moment actually become a little too intimate for me so I pick up the pace. How I maneuver my arms under her thighs, I’ll never know, but I rest them in the crooks of my elbows and lift her higher, spreading her a little wider.
There… that angle right there. That gets me in deep. Now Mac’s head falls back and thunks against the tile wall as I’m able to go harder and deeper, but she’s feeling no pain. Which is good… because I only want her to experience pleasure from me. Trying to one up myself, trying to make her moan a little louder, a little longer, I ease one foot back to give myself more leverage. I pull my hips back, prepared to slam deep.
Except that foot slips on the soapy tile and we start to go down. I know it’s going to hurt… maybe even break something, so I tighten one arm around Mac’s waist and unhook the other from under her leg, throwing it straight up in the air. I grab onto something… the showerhead, yes, that’s what I have, and I hold tight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grit out between my teeth as water starts pouring down on us from the headless spigot, and yet I can’t help but pull back out of Mac and slam into her again, because as much as my shoulder hurts, it still feels better when I’m moving inside of her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that hurt.”
But I keep on pumping, pushing her right back up against the wall and keeping to a slower, safer pace.
Mac giggles with her lips resting against my shoulder, kissing away the hurt. I slam in and out, pissed I broke her shower and needing a good orgasm to set things right.
“Kiss me, baby,” I pant against her cheek.
And she does. Pulls back from my shoulder and locks her lips with mine. Her tongue is so sweet and the way she pushes those little noises into my mouth?
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
When Mac comes… I follow after her. It’s not even a choice for me to wait, because I find it’s hotter… sexier… just better when I go with her.
We come down off our post-coital high, and she giggles some more as I turn the water off and kisses the red spot on my shoulder. It really hurts, too.
“How about you make us some breakfast?” I tell her as I hand her a towel. “I’ll fix your showerhead.”
She grins at me. “You are a man of many talents.”
“Yes, I am,” I agree with her.
“You have one talent I like best,” she teases.
I snort, because I know what my best talent is.
I ask anyway. “What’s that?”
“You’re the best damn litigator I’ve ever seen,” she says with pride. “You’re like a litigation god.”