She broke the kiss and panted against my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. Her lips moved to my neck and she kissed and licked and bit, sending electric spirals of lust and pleasure through my body. Her hands moved over my back and held me tightly against her body. I pressed one of my thighs between her legs and against her crotch through her skirt, making Lyssa shudder and shake and whimper.
“I want you,” Lyssa moaned again.
I knew that I should set the pace, that I should let her take the lead, but the truth was that I wanted her too much to wait.
“I need you,” I growled.
13
Lyssa – Monday
Locked in a powerful embrace with Dan, it was hard to believe that I’d ever done anything else. My heart was racing and my whole body was tingling with anticipation and delight as we kissed and kissed, discovering each other’s mouths. His confident hands held me firmly against his body and his thigh, pressing between mine, was sending amazing sensations through my body. Pleasure filled my lower belly and I moaned loudly into Dan’s mouth. I’d never felt anything like this before. I felt weightless and filled with a powerful energy all at once. I wanted to feel him slide inside of me, to fill me, to take me and give me so much pleasure that I couldn’t breathe.
Dan’s hands fumbled with the buttons of my blouse and I whimpered with pleasure as he peeled it off my body and threw it to the floor. My breasts were shivering in my bra but Dan didn’t even try to touch me through the lacy material. He reached behind me and unclasped the bra with one hand, then let it fall.
Standing topless with my tits pressing against his chest, I felt exposed and so turned on that I could hardly stand it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” Dan growled in my ear. He sucked and nibbled my earlobe and I squirmed and wriggled, whimpering with pleasure. Ecstatic sensations raced through my body and I could feel that my pussy was already soaking wet. The crotch of my panties twisted against my pussy lips with every movement of my body, sending little shocks of pleasure through me. When Dan put his hands to my breasts and cupped them, I shivered and closed my eyes. Arching my back and rolling my head on my neck, I surrendered to the intense sensations flowing through me. Dan pinched and rolled my nipples in his fingers, then bent his head and took them into his mouth, one at a time. When I felt his hot, wet tongue flicking over the stiff skin, I tangled my hands in his hair and moaned loudly.
Each second brought on a crashing wave of excitement and pleasure, more powerful than I’d ever thought possible. Dan took his mouth away from my nipples and I gasped at the cold shock of the air against my wet skin.
“Please, more,” I begged.
Dan’s hands roamed my thighs and ass, squeezing my cheeks and sending thrilling, racy spikes of golden pleasure through my pussy. I blushed hotly as we stumbled closer to his desk. Dan put his hands on my waist and lifted me up until I was sitting. My skirt hiked up to my thighs and Dan leaned in for a tender kiss as he yanked the hem up to my belly, then pulled my tights down until my legs were bare.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt and fumbled with the buttons. My fingers felt clumsy and fat, but the sight of Dan’s bare, muscular chest was such a reward that I nearly gasped at the sight of him. He was so beautiful, so toned, so perfect that I felt like I was looking at the statue of an ancient god. His pants were tented in the front from his erection and I licked my lips eagerly as my hands moved lower and lower. When I undid his belt and fly, Dan rolled his eyes back in his head.
“Baby, you’re torturing me,” Dan groaned.
I held my breath as I pulled his pants down where they collapsed around his ankles. After a second, I did the same with his boxers and his beautiful cock sprang free.
When I saw it, I nearly gasped. Dan was huge – throbbing and veiny, with a glistening drop of pre-cum already on the head. I reached out and put my hand around his cock, gently holding him. The sensation alone was enough to make Dan groan with desire and with that encouraging sign, I began pumping my hand up and down his stiff member. He strained and pushed against me, fucking my grip, and I began to pant with excitement as I pleasured him.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Dan growled. He shoved his hips forward, burying his shaft in my hand, and I used my free hand to cup and rub his balls. Dan leaned in for a shaky kiss and we trembled together, biting and licking at each other’s lips. It was so erotic, so taboo, but I knew that I wanted more.
I wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d gotten what I’d came for, and I gasped with anticipation. Twin flames of desire and lust were swelling and rising inside of me, such powerful feelings that I knew I’d never be able to suppress them.
“I want you,” I whimpered. “Dan, please.”
Dan gently pushed my hand away and kissed me again. He cupped my face in both hands.
“Baby, I need to make sure you’re ready,” he said. He lifted me onto his desk and I spread my legs, blushing furiously at the knowledge my pussy and clit were completely exposed. I braced my heels on the desk and Dan dropped to his knees, then tenderly kissed the inside of my thigh. The light, ticklish sensation was maddening and I moaned, gyrating my hips forward, eager for his mouth to suck and lick and pleasure me.
I felt like a new woman – like a powerful, strong, sexy woman – as Dan took me by the hips and sucked my pussy lips, one at a time. I could smell the musky scent of my arousal and juices as Dan slid a finger inside of me and wriggled it against my G-spot. Instantly, white-hot pleasure coursed through my body and Dan buried his face in my pussy. His lips circled around my clit and began to suck as he slid another finger inside of me. It felt so good, so right, so natural that I closed my eyes and gave into the amazing sensations, bucking my hips and riding Dan’s face.
Just as I felt my belly begin to clench in an unfamiliar, deliciously pinching sensation, Dan pulled away and I gasped. He swiftly got to his feet, gripped my hips, and plunged his cock deep inside of me. As his shift slid inside of me and filled me completely, I moaned and shook and shivered.
“Baby,” Dan groaned. He kissed me wetly and the scent of pussy clinging to his lips and tongue made the experience feel even more delicious and taboo. I cleaned him off, sucked my juices from his mouth and chin, and Dan groaned with pleasure into my mouth. He took one hand from my hips and steadied himself against the desk as his cock began to pump in and out of me, with swift, sure strokes that made me gasp every time he filled me to the core.
I had never thought sex could be like this. This wasn’t just pleasure – it was ecstasy. It was heaven. As Dan made love to me on his desk, I felt my whole body clench, then relax, then clench again with each new, delicious sensation. I gave myself over and let Dan take me completely, let him make me his.
Dan put a hand between my legs and began to rub my clit in slow circles that made my legs shake. My knees ached from being bent at such sharp angles and my lower back ached from being on Dan’s big desk, but I barely felt it. I was in a haze of pleasure, a fog of delight, and I wanted to stay there forever.
“Fuck yeah, baby, you feel so fucking good,” Dan grunted in my ear. He kissed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine, and slammed into my harder than before as his thumb kept rubbing my clit. I began to feel that same delicious clenching sensation, like something was gripping me between the legs, and in a matter of seconds I exploded. I could feel the insanely powerful tidal wave of my orgasm cresting over my head and taking me hostage, holding me powerless and pleasured as the intensity increased. My clit felt so good as Dan rubbed it that I forgot to breathe and I gasped and shrieked and moaned, pushing and bucking against him.
“Fuck,” Dan gasped. His eyes were screwed shut and he leaned in for a wet, messy kiss as his own orgasm took hold of him. As he came deep inside of me, I clutched him and held him tight, kept his cock buried inside of my pussy as his seed filled my body.
We clutched each other, panting and shaking. My hands were still gripping Dan’s ass and I was breathing so hard that my chest
ached. The faint echo of my orgasm was still running through me but now I was aware of the contorted position my body was in – sitting on Dan’s desk with my legs spread and my heels right next to my round thighs. I leaned back and winced as the desk cut into my ass, then got to my feet and started to put myself back together.
The sound of an intercom buzzing made me jump.
“Dr. Andrews, I have your three o’clock,” a woman’s voice sang, crackling with static.
Dan gave me a guilty smile, then cleared his throat. “I’ll take it in two, Alice,” he replied, leaning down over the intercom. As he spoke, he kept his eyes on me and I blushed hotly. With a deep breath, I smoothed my hands over my clothes and face.
“That was amazing,” Dan said quietly. He gave me another kiss, then raised an eyebrow at me. “I can’t wait to see you again,” he added in a low voice.
I was still shaking. All I do was blush and nod as I grabbed my purse and scurried out of Dan’s office, my heart in my throat. Just as I was exiting the office into the hall, another woman – another patient – brushed past me. She was immaculately groomed and tall and blonde, and she gave me a weird look as if to say, What’s the matter with you?
As soon as I arrived on the ground floor, I hustled out of the building and onto the crowded Manhattan street, still breathing hard. Herds and groups of people pushed right past me and I knew that I should move, knew that I should get out of the way, but all I could do was stand there, like I was rooted to the spot.
How the hell did that just happen, I thought as my heart continued to race.
Steven’s best friend and I ... we just had sex!
The thought was sobering, and I swallowed as my stomach did another backflip.
How the hell am I supposed to let him keep treating me now?
I went back to work in a numb haze. I couldn’t believe it, but I’d only been at Dan’s office for a little over an hour.
It had happened so quickly that I wasn’t even sure it had been real. Going there had been an impulse. I’d decided that I had to see Dan again, had to make sure it was real before I said yes.
Of course, my heart and body had had their own ideas. As soon as I’d seen Dan standing there with so much adoration in his eyes, my walls had come crashing down.
And it had been worth it. He’d made me feel like I’d never felt before in my life.
Sex with Dan hadn’t just been sex. It had been joy and passion and pleasure – three things that I’d never experienced before, at least not in bed with anyone. Curt was the only man who I’d ever slept with before, and he’d made me feel the opposite. Pain, shame, degradation.
He’d used to force himself on me and grunt and heave and sweat while I laid there. I’d taken to keeping lube in the bedside table for nights when I went to bed while he was still out drinking. He’d get angry if I was asleep, get angry if I wasn’t wet and ready for him.
I didn’t even think he’d cared that it was all artifice.
But Dan?
No. Dan was completely different. He’d made me feel so sensual and loved, like I was the center of his universe.
As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, it was definitely a feeling that I could get used to.
14
Dan – Friday
The week passed in a slow haze. Lyssa was on my mind nearly every minute. Contrary to what I’d imagined, sleeping with her hadn’t diminished my lust for her at all. I had been hoping to get her out of my system – to fulfill my promise to her, and then be able to move on with my life.
But sleeping with her had just made my lust and passion for Lyssa even stronger. Every time I closed my eyes, some new detail of the encounter came rushing back to me in such great detail that it made my cock hard. I thought about the tender, salty taste of the sweat on her neck. The way that her hair had whipped around my face when I’d been driving my cock deep inside of her, filling her, burying myself to the hilt in her sweet pussy.
And god, the taste of her. The hard little pink pearl of her clit had fit perfectly in my mouth and I’d loved sucking it. I’d wanted to make her come with just my mouth and my hands, pleasure her until she was riding my face and bucking and gasping and groaning with a powerful release.
Sleeping with her had been nothing less than a transcendent experience. I’d always heard the phrase “don’t meet your heroes” – meaning that if you meet someone who you’ve worshipped, you’ll inevitably be disappointed because everyone is human. Everyone has faults and flaws.
It was crass, but I’d always assumed that sleeping with Lyssa would be the same. That because I’d lusted after her since I had been a literal teenager, it would fall short of the experience ... like somehow meeting a porn star in the wild, only to discover that they were boring in bed.
But that hadn’t been the case. Sleeping with Lyssa had been so incredible that it had almost felt like an unreal dream, a total fantasy come to life.
She didn’t have flaws, or faults.
Or maybe she did – but to me, they only highlighted how amazing for me she was. I truly believed that no one was perfect, but Lyssa was perfect for me.
I just had to find a way to convince her of the truth: that I was perfect for her, and not just because I’d rocked her world with my dick.
If I couldn’t manage to do that, to show her how much I cared for her, I didn’t know what I would do. It would break me.
As things were, I was already starting to feel terrible. What we were doing was taboo and unethical – I could have been sued, or even lost my medical license.
And I would have deserved it, of course.
But I would have given it up for Lyssa in a heartbeat, if that was what it took.
Steven called me that afternoon and asked to meet me for drinks that afternoon.
No, was the first thing that popped into my head, and I groaned silently.
Of course, I couldn’t say no – he was supposed to be my best fucking friend, and here I was, fucking his older sister. We were both in our thirties and yet my tryst with Lyssa had left me feeling like a kid again.
Some of that was good – I felt younger and happier than I had in years.
But not all of it was good. Some of it made me feel like we were hiding a terrible secret, hiding something that would piss everyone around us off.
“Sure,” I said finally.
Steven chuckled. “You been dodging my calls, man?”
“No,” I lied. “It’s been a busy week.”
“You see my sister again? I’ve been trying to get a hold of her for days,” Steven said. “Meredith wants to ask her some shit about the wedding.”
“Um, yeah, but that was back on Monday,” I said as I gritted my teeth. “What’s up?”
“I don’t know.” Steven sighed. “I gotta get back to work, but I’ll tell you about it later, okay?”
We met at our usual spot, at six-thirty, after work. Steven was at the bar and he’d already ordered a pitcher. Judging by the look on his face, I had the feeling that he could have drained the entire thing himself.
“Hey,” I said as I sat on the stool beside him. “What’s up?”
Steven groaned. “Fucking clients,” he said. “Everyone wants to meet in New York even though my office is in Connecticut. So, I take them for lunch and they admit they’re firing me or some shit, and that they just wanted to take a trip into the city.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s fucking bullshit.”
“Yeah, man, tell me about it,” Steven said. “Sometimes I wish I hadn’t started my own firm. I mean, things would be easier that way.”
“I dunno,” I replied. “There are a lot of trade-offs, I think.”
“Like what?”
Like being able to close my office door in the middle of the day for a hot fuck, I thought.
“Like ... not having to answer to anyone,” I said. “But running payroll and worrying about HR has always been a pain.”
Steven nodded. “Yeah,” he said
. “I mean, sometimes I wish I’d taken the normal route and gotten a job with an expense account. Those fucking lunches are all on me, you know.”
I nodded. “Thankfully, fertility specialists aren’t especially known for taking their clients out for drinks.”
Steven snickered and I began to relax, just a fraction of an inch. As we shot the shit about work, things began to feel almost normal between us.
It was almost like I hadn’t fucked his sister.
Still, with each passing second, I could feel the urge to mention Lyssa growing stronger. I didn’t know if it was because part of my brain was actively trying to sabotage everything or what, but it was infuriating. I kept trying to picture meeting with Steven like this, as friends, and him knowing everything.
But that would have been impossible.
“So, uh,” I said finally. “You mentioned that Meredith wanted to talk to Lyssa?”
Steven’s face darkened. “Yeah,” he said. He glanced down at his watch. “Actually, she should be here soon. You mind if she joins?”
I nearly dropped my beer right in my lap.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Not at all.”
Steven narrowed his eyes. “I wonder what’s going on with Lyss, anyway,” he said. “Does she seem off to you?”
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