Lustly(32)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“I shouldn’t have f**ked you that day. I’m not that man. Seeing you naked with that girl, touching her and experiencing such pleasure turned me on. I couldn’t watch you doing that without being a part of it.”

I felt my body reacting to his typed words. I thought back to that day and how I couldn’t control my need to be satisfied. “What kind of man are you?”

“I’m the man who pleases his woman first, who takes her places and protects her from herself. I’m the man who puts his needs second for the woman he cares about. That’s who I am.”

“You sound too good to be true, Frankie. Do you have a suit of armor and ride a white unicorn as well?”

He laughed and it made me laugh too. “I’d like to kiss you now. Would that be okay?”

I finally let my body fall down on the bed. My arms rested above my head and I closed my eyes, even though the room was pitch black with the exception of his computer screen. It was funny how I wanted nothing more than to see his face, but I’d sat there talking to him without even peeking behind me. I heard him closing the machine and opened my eyes to see that no light could be found. As my eyes adjusted I saw the physique of a man hovering over the bed in front of me. Instead of climbing on top of my naked body, he rested his to the side of mine. I felt his hands touching my abdomen and rising up the skin between my br**sts. He never touched them, but moved slowly up my neck, then my chin, finally stopping at my lips. His mouth went up to my ear and I heard him whispering. “Say you’re mine.”

This was some kind of role play. Obviously we both knew that I didn’t belong to him, except one day a week between the hours of ten and twelve.

“I’m yours.”

His lips brushed over mine, so slowly. At first he played with my mouth, kissing each lip separately. As I began to reciprocate, our movements intensified. We went from being side to side to me climbing on top of him. He was fully clothed, yet I was stark naked. I’d decided that between Frankie and Eli’s kissing I preferred slow and passionate, over fast and forceful. I couldn’t remember the last time Charlie had made me hot between the legs from only kisses, but that’s exactly what was happening to me. I could feel the fire igniting, and knew that even without seeing this man’s face, I could enjoy his company. I began rocking my body over his. His hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass and stopped me from moving. Then he pushed me away from kissing him. “Stop,” he whispered.

I could feel his stiff erection pressing against his pants that I sat on top of. I knew it was there. I moved my body again over top of it. “I know you want me. I can feel it pressing on my pu**y. Your kisses make me crazy,” I admitted.

I felt his hand touching me between my legs. Vigorously, he began rubbing my clit. My body started to grind over his and I cried out only moments later in sheer bliss. A loud groan escaped him when he realized that he’d got me off so quickly. Then he patted the side of my hips and moved me off of him. “I have to go,” he whispered.

I sat up in the bed wondering what I’d done wrong. “Why? I didn’t ask you to stop?”

The computer opened and his back was turned to me again. I looked up at the ceiling as I heard him typing. “If you f**k me right now, will you still f**k your friend later?”

I sat up and looked at the silhouette of him. “What the hell? Are you seriously asking me that? Are you sick or something? I’ve never f**ked my friend.”

“So you wouldn’t if he asked you to?”

I fell back on the bed and covered my face. “I don’t know. He’s asked me before. I just can’t. I can’t do this and be with him, while still legally married.”

“Do you want to f**k your friend, Lily?”

I closed my eyes and thought of Eli. I thought about the way his lips felt when they kissed me. I imagined what it felt like to watch his hands exploring my body. “Yes.”

“Is that all you want from him?”

I closed my eyes and thought about my friendship with Eli. We’d crossed boundaries, and even though I’d denied my feelings in the past I couldn’t help but feel connected to him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted another man. He’d come into my life by chance, but going even a few days without hearing from him had made me crazy. “No. If things were different I’d want more.”

“Thank you for your honesty.”

“Are you angry with my answers?”

“No.”

“You keep bringing me pleasure without release yourself. That’s not how this is supposed to work.”

“It’s how I want it.”

“We still have about an hour left. Are we going to finish what we started?”

“No. You’re going to go and enjoy your day with your friend. You may think that today was a waste of time, but I got much pleasure out of getting to know you more.”

I leaned back up on my elbow and faced his back. “I’m starting to feel like you’re a nice man. Thank you for telling me those things today, Frankie.”

“We’ll talk more next week, Lily. Go into the bathroom and get cleaned up to meet your friend. By the time you come out I’ll be gone. I’m going to come and kiss you now.”

“Okay.” I sat up and waited for him to reach me. Our lips met and he slowly pulled away. It was so weird but kissing him felt so natural. I was seriously losing my mind, or else I was just so hard up for affection that even a paying client fulfilled my needs.

Then I froze, having a thought come over me that was so utterly ridiculous that I felt stupid for saying it out loud. I stopped what we were doing. “Do you know my attorney? Do you work with him? Have I seen you at the office? Is that where we know each other from?”

He got up and walked over to his computer, typing quickly. “You know my name, Lily. Does anyone with my name work at the attorney’s office?”

“No.” I was being irrational.

He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving me more confused than ever.

Chapter 8

After another shower and getting dressed I left the hotel and headed to Eli’s house. I was so caught up in seeing him that I hadn’t thought about my client at all. When I left the hotel I’d grabbed the envelope and stuck it in my purse without opening it. It still bothered me that I was being paid by someone who wanted to chit chat about my life. It made no sense to me at all, but I wasn’t going to complain about not having to whore myself out. Sure, we messed around, but I didn’t feel as uncomfortable as our first visit, and after finding out that he’d been the man I’d slept with during my session made me feel better about my poor choices that day. Regardless of how many times I slept with him, he only would count as one person.