We blasted down the highway, the scenery whizzing past us. No time to soak in the sights, I was too busy clenching the seat as we curved through the turns.
Hugh driving was more conservative when he was in the rental car, but now that he was back in his car, he didn’t have a care in the world.
The sports-like passenger seat kept me from sliding all over the place, but it couldn’t do much to stop me from fighting his turning power.
A determined look glazed his eyes, and his rock-steady hands controlled the machine like he had always known it. Personally, privately. That kind of intimacy was alluring.
We sped up the highway, heading into downtown Reno. I didn’t protest his driving, if anything, I relished it.
It wasn’t the frantic and terrifying driving of a teenager, it was the controlled speed of a race car driver. I swallowed my spit and tried to rest my head against the seat, restraining myself from taking advantage of his focus.
“I thought you were going to granny-drive it like in Maine.”
He laughed, “Granny-drive? Never, I only did that because I was nervous you’d run away.”
“You? Nervous? I don’t believe that.”
“Really.” He slipped the car into fifth gear, and we coasted along at a breezy 70 miles per hour.
“Are you going to get into trouble for bringing me to your office?”
“No. And you don’t have to hang out in the conference room anyway. It’ll be about boring budget concerns and planning mostly.”
He switched to the left lane, passing all the slower traffic. I got the distinct sensation that even if we passed a cop, Hugh wouldn’t get pulled over. Did rich people have immunity? Maybe they did.
“There it is, Silver Energy.” He pointed out at one of the taller buildings in the Reno skyline. They were all impressive compared to Bangor, so I wasn’t shocked to see that our destination was one of the bigger ones.
Metal and glass were the dominating materials of the building, with a large blue and silver logo emblazoned on the side of the skyscraper.
“Why the name?”
“Nevada is the silver state.”
We pulled into a parking garage, one that was below ground. Hugh swiped his security badge, which let us in.
He pulled into a parking stall and shut the car off. After climbing out, he came over to my side to let open my door.
“Always a gentleman, huh?” I took his hand.
“It would be a bit more romantic if we were going out to dinner. A business meeting doesn’t really cut it you know.”
I nodded. “What about tomorrow?”
He scratched his cheek and looked at his hand, maybe surprised that he hadn’t shaved. “That could work. Let me look into it. Follow me.”
We went through a door and into the main lobby of the building. They must’ve leased the building out, because there was a directory of other companies and businesses at the entrance. He swiped his badge to call the elevator.
The extra-wide steel doors opened, and we slipped into the mirrored elevator.
“I looked it up,” he continued, “and I guess Nevada was the center of the silver rush in the 19 century. We pioneered that whole concept.”
We. He already was attached to the state, not that I could blame him. It definitely had some charm.
Silver Energy’s floor was impressive. We were greeted by a huge wall with the Silver Energy logo hung against it.
On the other side of the wall was a row of cubicles, facing a wall of offices. Those were obviously the real deal. The conference room was in the back. A number of people were already milling around the large table at the room’s center.
“They always start early. Have you ever heard of a company that has meetings early?” He sighed. “They might be annoyed that I’m late already, so maybe you should hang out outside for now. There are magazines and drinks in my office. It’s the one in the corner.” His office was easy to spot, it had his name etched on the glass door. “Here.” He handed me his key, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I blushed, watching him disappear into the conference room. I held the key gingerly, as if it might break. I suddenly felt out of place without him next to me.
Here I was, standing in a wealthy office, wearing yesterday’s wrinkled clothes. No make-up, nothing.
A couple of other employees were still in their cubicles, either not invited to the meeting or not going. I made my way to Hugh’s office and quickly jammed the key into the lock.
It was clean and minimalistic inside. I wondered if his house would have the same kind of sterility.
His office kind of reminded me of his hotel room. That sparse, barely welcoming feeling.
I sat down at his desk, and pretended like I was working for his company.
“Yes, come sit down, I have to talk to you,” I mimed what I imagined an executive would say. I gestured to an invisible person to sit down across from me.
I looked down at a stack of blank paper, and shuffled them. “Going by your reports, I’m gonna have to let you go,” I said, making my voice sound cold. “Now now, there is a severance package...”
I grew bored of ruining imaginary lives. I riffled through his drawers: pens, some issues of Forbes, nothing super exciting in the top three.
But the last drawer had something more for me. Underneath a stack of folders, I pulled out a downturned picture.
A blonde woman was in it, smiling. The corner was dog eared, and it looked like it was a couple years old.
I stared at it, not being able to put my finger on her. She looked familiar, somehow.
His wife?
Why was she in the bottom of his desk?
I took the picture, and set it on his desk. She was pretty, powdered freckles on her cheeks and nose, with blue eyes. Eyes that could eat you alive. A cold shiver shocked me.
His office had a large window facing into the building, which meant I could watch the conference from afar. Hugh was standing at the front of the long table and gesturing wildly, as if he were making some point. I could see his wedding band glint, and I felt sick.
Why was the picture tucked away in his desk? Shouldn’t it be in a picture frame if it was his wife?
***
About an hour passed, and things looked like they were finally wrapping up. People in the conference room were standing to shake each others’ hands. Some people laughed and Hugh smacked someone on the back. He left the conference room and snuck into his office.
I leaned back in his chair and propped my feet up on his desk. I didn’t know if I wanted to bring up the picture immediately or not. Maybe I should let him bring it up. After all, if it has anything to do with his wedding band, he said he’d tell me.
“Mmm, you look delicious,” he said, under his breath. His eyes danced over me. “Feet up on my desk and everything? Getting it all dirty.”
“How’d it go?” I asked, a smile crossing my face.
“Good, pretty quick if you could believe it. You weren’t too bored were you?
I shook my head, my hair tickling me. “Maybe a little.”
“You want to meet the guys and gals that run Silver Energy?”
“Sure, let’s do a little meet and greet.” He turned on his heel and left his office. I took the picture and slid it in my pocket. I don’t know why, but I felt like I had to.
***
To some relief, he introduced me as an old friend. Which wasn’t inaccurate. We hadn’t even really fooled around yet. It would have been weirder to tell everyone I was his high school sweetheart.
Most of his coworkers were pretty bland and boring. Nothing too memorable about any of them, except for their strong handshakes. The only one that stuck out to me was Scott, Hugh’s boss.
“Pleasure to meet you, Caitlin. So, how did you two meet?” His voice was deep. The kind of voice that could fill a room, and a body to suit it.
“We actually dated in high school.”
“Oh? So the truth comes out eh?” Scott smiled, giving a side glance to Hugh. “You didn’t go to college together?”
College, I didn’t want to be reminded of that disaster just yet. While I clammed up, Hugh interjected.
“No. We split up after high school. She went to the University of Maine, and I already had plans to go to the University of Chicago.”
“Well you know what they say about high school love...” Scott trailed off. He cleared his throat and extended his hand to me again. “Well it was nice to meet you Ms...?”
“Winters.”
“Ms. Winters. Sounds like I’ll be seeing you around, if we keep this guy working for us!” He laughed.
“We should get home, unpack our things. We just landed this morning,” Hugh said.
“You don’t need to tell me, get out of here then!” Scott walked away, disappearing into his office.
***
Downstairs, in the parking lot, I asked about Hugh’s boss.
“Scott seems nice.”
“Scott huh? He’s a funny guy,” Hugh said, “I would never had gotten this job if it wasn’t for his sense of humor. I mean you gotta have one to hire a fresh-faced kid out of an internship.”
We climbed back into his Porsche. “I wish I had more time to prepare, I didn’t know I’d be meeting all your coworkers.”
“I think you look great,” he said. “I love that no-makeup look.”
“Ha-ha, nice try. Everyone says they don’t like girls with tons of makeup, until they see one without any.”
“But I’m serious.” He caught my attention, and put his hand on my leg.
I grinned, taking his hand off my leg. I didn’t want him to get too frisky in the car. “Where’s your condo?”
He didn’t seem phased by my rejection. “Just across town, a bit more secluded than downtown. Some of the employees work and live in this building.”
“Why don’t you do that?” I touched the dash. “I mean, besides not getting to use your toy?”
He shook his head, “I’d never get any work done. The commute makes it real, you know.”
“Makes going home real, makes going to work real. It sounds dumb, but I need it,” he finished.
I could see that, needing that kind of routine. He pulled out of the garage, the attendant waving to him cheerfully.
***
His condo was beautiful.
“Wow...” my jaw dropped open as he closed the front door. I took my shoes off. Hugh walked past me, grinning, and disappeared into a room.
I really expected it to be more bare like his office, but it was lavishly decorated. It was filled with paintings and flowers. Rugs covered the hardwood floors, real hardwood floors. I felt like sliding around in my socks it looks so shiny.
A crystal chandelier adorned the dining room, and almost every wall in the house was painted some color. The kitchen had polished white countertops with red walls. The dining room had a deep purple hue, which made it feel kind of dreamy.
I padded down the hallway, finding him in his bedroom. A comfortable looking queen bed dominated the room, four wooden posts jutting up from each corner. It seemed like hundreds of throw pillows were dumped all over it. He had put the bags on the bed, and was out on the balcony.
I got a peek into the bathroom: flashes of gold with mirror finishes. I wondered if it had a claw foot tub.
I walked up beside him on the balcony.
“I’m really impressed. After seeing your office, that you have throw pillows.”
“It’s the little things that matter, Cay,” he teased. He stared off over the city. This side was a lot quieter. His view was mostly desert and sagebrush, which had its own kind of beauty. Like a desert ocean. The sun almost seemed to glow against the landscape.
I bit my lip. I could feel the picture of the blonde woman burning a hole in my pocket, and the question was aching to be let free.
It wasn’t until then that I realized I was terrified of the answer.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I could make us something.”
Some relief from my mind. “You cook too? Do you have any other super powers?”
“You might think I have super powers after I make you some mean burgers.”
“A wealthy man who cooks burgers,” I said with a smile.
He laughed, his eyes sparkling. “Come on, you can help me.”
He walked into the kitchen and flipped the light on. While I had noticed the white counters, I didn’t see that the backsplash was made up of thousands of glittering seashells.
“Seashells huh? I didn’t peg you as a sentimental type,” I said. He pulled out a slab of hamburger from the fridge and set it on the counter.
“What makes you think that?” He washed his hands, and pulled an apron off a hook inside the pantry. “I can be very sentimental. If I want to be. Especially about my home-state.”
I prodded his ribs, making him flinch. He stepped away from the sink, giving me room to wash my hands, but not quite enough. I giggled as I tried to squeeze past him, noticing his attention shift when our arms touched.
“Hmm,” he murmured. He tied his apron. I had never seen a man in an apron before. There was something alluring about a man who could cook.
He smacked the ball of beef, then started unwrapping it from its white paper. I stood near him, hovering and feeling in the way.
“What do you need me to do?”
“You could hand me a cutting board.” He pointed across the kitchen, toward the island. “Should be under there.”
I leaned over, peering in the cavity under the island. The sound of him smacking the meat stopped, and I could tell he wasn’t paying attention to that anymore.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“You smell enchanting,” he whispered, almost as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it. I pretended to not hear him, and found the cutting board.
I straightened myself out, but slower than I needed to. I was surprised how much of a kick I was getting out of this.
“The things I want to do to you,” he growled.
“Oh yeah? What kinds of things?” I handed him the cutting board, and he set it on the counter without turning around.
“We have this nice kitchen counter here, and it just seems so empty without you bent over it, you know?
Now he had my interest. We hadn’t done much but make out, and now he was dirty talking me.
“Go on...” I gave him a devilish smile.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him as he spoke. “Like, choke you and hold you down, while I fuck you from behind.”
My mouth was parched. “What else?”
“You’d beg for me,” he turned and put the hamburger on the cutting board. “Beg for me to keep going.”
He took a piece of beef and smashed it down into a patty. I was bewildered, this was a completely different side of him coming out.
Hugh flattened out the rest of the beef into patties. “Two enough for you?”
“Two? That’s more than enough.” I didn’t want to waste too much time eating.
“Of course we are.” He put the patties on a plate and carried it out to the balcony.
He had a small grill hidden in the corner. He lifted the aluminum lid, revealing a spotless cage of wires. A pyramid of charcoals were already stacked up, ready to be lit.
I crossed my arms, suspicious. “You want me to believe you had this already clean and ready to go?”
“What’s not to believe?” he set the plate down, and went to work on lighting the charcoals. “I always clean my grill right after I use it. Why deal with cleaning it later?”
“I guess so. Maybe I’m just lazy then.”
“Maybe you are,” he said, a smirk on his face. He got the charcoals lit and we waited for them to ash over. After a few moments of gazing at the landscape together, he turned and gingerly placed each of the patties on the metal mesh.
I sat down in one of his chairs on the balcony, giving up on helping. I was pretending to stare over the barren landscape, but he was much more interesting.
How did I not notice before, how tight his ass was? My mouth was watering, ever since our talk in the kitchen, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him pinning me down and fucking the lights out of me. Just his smooth skin, touching mine. The warmth of him filling me up.
When he was satisfied with the flame, he replaced the lid on the grill. He didn’t move to sit down next to me, but instead opted to lean over the railing and study the horizon.
The sun was low in the sky. Orange and pink hues, like water colors, filled the horizon. I could just barely make out a star twinkling above us, or was it a planet? I never could remember.
The orange glow didn’t have any trouble cascading over the sage and dry land, illuminating long and sickly shadows. They almost seemed to creep right up to our balcony.
“I hate to say this about Nevada,” I said. “But it is beautiful.”
“I seem to remember you saying you never thought of landscapes were beautiful.”
I frowned at him. “I said that about cities, and I’m still not convinced with Reno.”
“Fair enough,” he chuckled. He closed the lid on the grill when the heat was just right.
The burgers started sizzling, the smell of smoke and coals rose into the air.
I pointed at the grill. “Was that just plain hamburger you pulled out?”
“No, I had already rubbed and mixed in my spice blend. I couldn’t say I made mean burgers if I just made plain-jane ones, could I?” He inhaled deeply, before stepping back and joining me in the balcony chairs. He reached over and grasped my hand.
Hand holding felt so intimate. There was this sense of comfort to it, a sense of security.
The burgers were delicious. I only had to take one bite to know that Hugh didn’t screw around when he made claims. The meat was perfectly juicy, a bit of spice accented each bite, with a good fulfilling flavor.
After finishing my first, I picked up my second burger a little embarrassed at how much I craved it.
“I knew you’d want two. No one can have just one of my burgers.”
As I started into my second burger, it dawned on me. This house was the one Hugh had with his wife. Maybe that’s why the decorations were so much more lavish. Did she run away with another man?
I checked Hugh out again, seeing if I could detect what could cause a woman to run away from him. I couldn’t.
***
When we finished eating, I offered to take the plates in, since I knew he’d want to clean his grill.
While I washed the plates and scrubbed the cutting board, I stared at the sea-shelled backsplash. What kind of person was she?
Was the blonde woman in the picture his wife, or someone else? A mistress? I felt my back pocket, checking to see if the picture was still there. It was.
I dreaded confronting him about it for some reason. Maybe I was scared of the answer.
He came in as I finished washing up, and opened a cabinet.
“Would you like a toddy, as a dessert?”
I nodded. He casually moved to retrieve two glasses and pulling down a bottle of scotch.
“How do you know I don’t want something softer, like wine?”
“Because of the way you drank on the airplane. You aren’t into light drinks. You can handle the hard stuff.”
Hugh handed me a half filled glass of coffee. I watched as he poured another for himself. It was a bit strange drinking with him. He was already drinking when I met him in high school, but I always stayed sober and dry. Now that we were drinking together, it felt weird.
He held his glass up, and toasted; “To rekindling old passions.” We clinked our glasses together, and downed them simultaneously.
I wrinkled my nose. I forgot I hadn’t had a chance to shower since yesterday, and it was starting to catch up with me.
“Mind if I use your shower?”
“By all means,” he said. “There should be a clean towel in there.”
“Perfect.”
I set the glass down on the counter, and wandered in his bedroom. My mind was still burning. Who was his wife?
***
I closed the bathroom door, and immediately noticed that there wasn’t any lock on the handle. The shower wasn’t the whole square box affair I was used to: it was tucked behind a distorted glass wall, no door keeping anyone from walking in. The only thing that kept the water from running all over the bathroom was a small lip of marble.
Needless to say, it was extravagant. Light filtered through the glass and jumped all over the stall, giving it an comforting atmosphere.
I pulled the picture out of my back pocket, thankful to see that it wasn’t kinked or creased in any way. Maybe I was just jealous of the woman in the photo; after all, it wasn’t like Hugh had a picture of me hidden deep in his office drawer. I hid it back inside my jeans and carefully placed them in the corner of the bathroom. I slipped out of the rest of my clothes, and made my way behind the glass wall to the shower.
There were two shower heads, each one on opposite walls. I guess you could get quite soaked if you really wanted to. Maybe for a partner? Did people actually do that?
I turned the tap, and water sprang out of the shower head, a firm pressure to it. Steam quickly began rising in wispy tendrils.
I was used to waiting for what felt like ages for a shower to get warm, so I was already in heaven. I climbed in and let the warmth soothe my racing mind.
I looked for what I expected would be manly soap options, and wasn’t disappointed. A body fragrance that made you smell like pine and tobacco, and a shampoo of spearmint. It must’ve worked, because every time I got a whiff of his scent, I felt like I was reeling. Or was that the alcohol?
I was rinsing out my hair when I heard the click of the bathroom door. I struggled to open my eyes, something I’ve always hated doing, and saw Hugh stripping down to join me. I could just barely make his shape out through the distorted glass, and I bit my lip in anticipation of him coming around. I knew he could see me, just my naked outline. Was he just as thrilled as me?
He pushed his clothes aside with a foot, and came into the shower.
He was smiling arrogantly, but I couldn’t help but blush at his confidence. I’d never showered with anyone else before. It had been so long since I saw him naked. He had certainly filled out since high school.
Though he had never been unfit, he just looked older. He didn’t have what he had now: chiseled abs, with that deeply grooved valley near his hips. My skin grew warmer, and I pushed my wet hair out of my eyes. He stepped up to me, our toes just touching each other.
He leaned close, but didn’t touch me with his hands yet. His hand reached behind me and grasped his loofa, while his other hand grabbed the body wash. The pine tree and tobacco one.
It felt... dangerous. His lips were inches away from mine, and I glanced down and saw him engorged.
He set the body wash back down, and touched my back with the loofa, the suds cascading over me.
“I’ve never had a man clean me before,” I whispered. He didn’t answer. He brought the loofa from my back to my breasts, carefully lathering them. The smell from the body wash hit me like a wall, and I nearly choked inhaling it so deeply.
He took my wrist, and held up my arm as he dragged the loofa across it. I don’t know if it was because of the toddy hitting me, or that dream-like look he had in his eyes, but I was completely his. I was at his command.
He took my other arm and washed it as well, before running the sponge back to my stomach.
I jumped a little, suddenly noticing his erection. He acted as if it wasn’t there, moving the sponge down and slathering both my legs in soap.
“Turn,” he said, an unrevealing tone in his voice. He put a hand over my eyes and pushed me under the stream of water. The soap ran down in channels. He was closer to me now, and his cock pushed against my ass.
“Caitlin.” He gently moved my shoulders, and I turned back around to face him. I could just taste a kiss on my lips.
He leaned down to meet me, and pushed his lips against mine. I held him to me, our kiss lasting for what felt like centuries. Nothing else mattered at that moment.
When I pulled away, he had a curious look.
“Did you still want me to choke you?”
I had forgotten about our conversation, and he must’ve seen it in my face. “If you want,” I said.
I nodded, “I want you to choke me.”
“If you feel like things are getting too intense, just say ‘red,’ okay?”
“Okay.”
He slid his hand across my shoulder, a light touch, which only surprised me more when he took a hold of my hair and yanked my head back.
I winced, but more playfully than anything. He leaned in close, and kissed my neck. Then he put his hand on me, and squeezed, pushing me against the shower wall. It was slippery from excess soap, and I slid into the corner of the stall as he pushed.
I gasped, both enraged and amazed at how turned on I was. I reached out and stroked his wet cock, admiring its hard ridge underneath my fingers. He grunted in pleasure, moving close to me, and loosening his grip on my neck.
I gasped for air, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he muttered. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He knotted it around his waist, his wet footprints leading out into his bedroom.
I followed, a warmth growing between my legs. If I hadn’t just been soaking in water, I could have guaranteed I’d be soaking wet anyway.
Back in the bedroom, the sun’s setting rays turned the room orange. The sounds of the night were beginning to echo outside the open balcony door. It was still refreshingly warm outside.
He turned on the lamp, and patted the bed beside him. His towel was loose, and I could almost taste his cock in my mouth. That sultry power I would have over him, however fleeting, would be amazing.
“Get over here and get on your knees.”
I did as he commanded, moving closer and kneeling down. He opened his towel, his cock engorged and needy.
I scooted closer to him, his knees parted for me. “Let’s get rid of this thing,” he said, tugging at my towel and making it fall in a heap.
My skin was still moist from the shower, and my wet hair dampened my back. He held his hand against my cheek, “Look at me, Cay.”
It was hard to focus on his eyes, I just wanted to hear him moan again.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, taking pleasure in his twitch and groan. He leaned back on his elbows, watching me work my magic.
“Your mouth, Caitlin. I wanna see your mouth full of my dick, and you can’t use your hands.”
I nodded, and let go. I leaned closer, and parted my lips, guiding his shaft into me with my tongue.
He twitched again, moaning loud. Yes, that’s it, moan for me.
I twisted my tongue around his shaft, wetting it more than it already was. A drop of pre-cum oozed out the tip, and I gulped it down along with my saliva.
He shuddered, “Faster.”
I reached back and gathered my hair up into a taut pony-tail, and held it away from my mouth. I pushed down onto him, taking him as deep as I could go before my eyes watered.
His member twitched inside me, slamming against the roof of my mouth. I steadied it with my lips, holding him tight.
Then I sucked, sucked like I was trying to drain him dry. If I sucked hard enough, I could coax out his seed, drain him and swallow it. Leave him begging for more.
He didn’t give me a chance though, and after a moment of sucking him down, he pushed me away. “I’ll be the one to decide when this little game is over,” he said. He ordered me to climb up on the bed.
I smiled, and he grabbed me by the hips, and picked me up. He threw me against the mattress, making me bounce slightly.
Before I could regain my bearings, he was upon me. His left hand held me down against the sheets, while he cupped and fondled my breast.
I squirmed under his touch, my skin electrified with energy. I breathed hard, his tongue piercing me. “More, more.”
He pushed down from my breast.
His hand moved between my legs, and he kissed me there. I closed my eyes, and let myself dissolve into him. I gasped, grabbing the sheets in two fistfuls. I pulled against them, threatening to undo the entire bed.
He drank me up, greedily and with a sense of thirst. I wrapped my legs around his head and held him into me, and he choked for a moment, before I let go.
After he caught his breath, he whispered to me. “You surprise me, Cay.”
“It’s been longer than you think,” I said. I grasped his hair, tugging on his scalp, wishing I could control him. That I could feel like I was controlling something. He ignored me, moving down the line of my body. I let out a gasp when he grabbed my legs and spread them. That vulnerability was face-reddening.
His breath felt hot on my lips, and I could barely anticipate him moving in closer. He let out a deep sigh, before he dipped down and ran his tongue against my clit again. I squirmed against his mouth, which seemed to only incense him more.
He squeezed my thighs and held me down against the sheets, his tongue caressing me in ways I hadn’t experienced in years. I felt hot sparks as I moved against him, shutting my eyes to stop the room from spinning.
“I want you, I want you to have me, Hugh,” I whispered. He kissed me again. I was letting him do whatever he wanted with me, but I felt this sense of urgency, this kind of hurried frenzy in him. I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t question it either.
He put his arm around me, and picked me up, placing me on top of him. While it felt like I might be able to wrest some control from him, he was still in command.
Catching his breath, he grabbed his chest. He stood up. “Now I’m gonna fuck you like the dirty girl you are.” He opened his dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. He split the package and rolled it over his cock, almost as if it were second nature.
I closed my eyes, waiting.
I opened my legs for him, beckoning him to come closer. He squeezed my hips, dragging me away from the bunched up sheets and hanging my ass off the edge of the bed.
I felt his cock twitch against me, as he threaded it between my thighs.
He placed his hand on my shoulder, pulling me close and lifting me into the air. I moaned, touching his hand with my cheek.
He slid his cock into me, his shaft filling me up. I wished it could be skin on skin, but I was glad he didn’t go that far. He guided my body over him with his hand, squeezing my shoulder and pulling me toward him.
I gasped aloud, and squeezed the sheets. They untucked themselves at my mercy. Hugh groaned as he slid himself deeper into me, our bodies meeting together for the first time in years.
I couldn’t stop myself. As he stroked his cock inside me, he moaned. He clawed at my body, catching my breast and making me gasp in pleasure.
I grabbed his hand and put it on my neck. He squeezed, and groped the air out of me. As he did, his speed picked up, his hips meeting mine every second.
“Oh shit, Caitlin! You like it when I fuck you raw like this? Huh?” I gasped, a breath of air escaping my lips.
A growing wall of heady warmth spread inside me, curling around my insides and expanding outward. My arms grew limp, and I couldn’t stop from lifting myself off the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging him as deep into me as he could go. “Hugh! I’m going to—” I felt everything grow dim, my vision losing itself. I didn’t know if it was from him choking me, or just the intensity of it all.
He groaned, his body language changing. I could tell he was about reach his limit.
“Fuck!” he cried out, thrusting one last time into me. My eyes grew wide, and I stared at him. After a couple, hard, climatic seconds, he let go of my neck. He pulled out of me.
I gasped for air, wheezing. I soothed my neck, rubbing it.
He climbed up next to me, his cock still encased in rubber, proof of his climax inside it.
“Are you okay?” His voice was much softer now. I nodded, getting one last hack out.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” I relaxed my body, throbbing waves still glowing inside me. “That was incredible. I’ve never been able to get someone to choke me again.”
“Again?”
I caught his eye. “Only one other man has ever dared to choke me, and he was terrifying.”
He looked down over me, letting his hand travel across my skin. “You aren’t,” I added. I was still shaken from our first reunion after so long, but my mind immediately taunted me. Who was the woman in the picture?
He stood up off the bed. “I’m going to take care of this,” he pointed at the condom. I nodded, my thoughts far away.
Before he could disappear behind the bathroom door, my impatience finally got the better of me.
“Who is the blonde woman in the picture I found at your office?”
He stopped and looked at me, bewilderment in his eyes. I looked away. “The picture is in the back left pocket of my jeans.”
After the bathroom door closed, I heard him rustling in my clothes.
He came back into the room, stark naked, holding the picture. He sat down on the bed, and looked at me.
“This is my wife.”