Reciprocity

CHAPTER 12

Ever since we’d talked to Noah, I’d been on edge. My life was turning into a happy place again, but the threat I lived with for years was reawakening, trying to ruin it all. The vibrating anxiety pumped through my veins again, and the beast inside me prowled, growling at me to take Lila and run.

Matters were made worse when an old, familiar tingling sensation from someone watching me reared their forgotten head. I wasn’t certain, but it wasn’t the first time since the New Year it’d happened, and now I knew why.

Lila’s eyes watched me, probably waiting for me to burst. Not that I could blame her—I knew I was losing control. I could only guess how I looked on the outside. It was so bad that Darren wanted me to try meditation.

Meditation.

Fuck that. They only meditation I needed was my dick in Lila’s pussy. It was the only way to calm my ass down. Unfortunately, getting off inside and on my wife wasn’t providing the relief it used to. I wasn’t getting the mind-wiping hours of clarity that normally accompanied it. I had a suspicion the added stress of the trial was the culprit and was making me a bigger time bomb than ever before.

I rubbed my face as I stared at the computer screen. The client was driving me mad, reminding me about the good that was working on contracts—no customers. Their plight seemed trivial to the shit-storm in my life.

There was a knock on my open door before Drew walked in and sat down in front of me, a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“Man, what is up with you?” He’d been acting strange ever since we got back.

“Dana,” he said with a smile.

My brow twitched, and I stared at him. “Who’s Dana?”

The lovey-dovey look in his eyes cleared, and he leaned forward. “The woman I met in Aruba.”

He gave me a look like I should’ve known who he was talking about.

“You met someone in Aruba?”

He chuckled and leaned back. “Yeah, you only had eyes for Lila and were blind to the rest of us.”

“Can you blame me?” I asked. He shook his head. “Are you doing a long distance relationship?”

He shook his head. “Kinda, but not the distance you’re thinking. She lives in Bloomington. She’s an English professor at IU.”

“All right, I can see you’re dying to tell me, so spill.” I sat back in my chair and watched the lovesick fool in front of me.

“She’s perfect. I mean, beautiful and intelligent. When she smiles, everything lights up.” His own smile brightened, and I wanted to look for my sunglasses. “When I’m with her, nothing else matters. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.”

“All that in just a few weeks?”

Drew gave a shy smile. “Actually, she was on spring break when we were in Aruba, and since we got back, we’ve seen each other almost every day.”

“You drive down to Bloomington every day?” It was an hour and a half drive from the north side where our office was, which was about the same distance from his house.

He shook his head. “No. She doesn’t have class in the afternoon a couple times a week, so she comes up here on those days. It’s a little hard to go on dates, so we kind of fell into a living together type situation.”

My brow shot up, and I chuckled. “Damn, that was fast.”

He shrugged. “It’s what we have to do.”

“Things are going good, then?”

He nodded. “She’s amazing. Absolutely…wow. I’ve never felt like this. It’s kind of scary.” I laughed a bit, Drew’s face turning from spacy and glowing to glowering. “Shut up.”

I held my hands up. “No, man, good for you. That’s awesome. I just never knew you were such a sap.”

He grimaced and flipped me off. “I thought you of all people would understand. You know, with your obsessive love of Lila.”

“Obsessive love?” I thought on it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, you got me there.”

“If it wasn’t for the fact that she feels the same and I know you, I’d fear for her safety.”

I glared at him. “What the fuck does that mean?” Did he really think I’d hurt Lila?

“It means you’re a jealous asshole who is super possessive of her. Borderline psycho.”

“Fuck you.” I leaned back and blew out a breath.

“Just stating the truth.”

“Yeah, I fucking know,” I grumbled. I hated when people pointed out my negative personality traits. They always made me wonder if I was always like that, or if I really was a completely different person than I was before the accident. Was I a blend of the two—Nathan and the beast?

Drew pulled me from my thoughts. “What’s the plan for lunch?”

I glanced down at the clock on my monitor—it was only ten, still almost two hours before our normal lunch time. My gaze moved to the open chair next to Drew, and I stared knowing what I wanted for lunch.

“Not sure. I have a meeting at one I have to get ready for, so I may just get something to go and eat in here.”

“Okay.” He pushed against the arms of the chair and stood. “Let me know if something changes.”

“Will do.”

The moment he was gone, I pulled out my phone.

Lunch. My office, 11:30. No panties.

I had a little over an hour to finish up my preparations before what I was hungry for arrived. Before I dug in, I pulled out some menus from my desk drawer. Flipping through, I found Lila’s favorite Mediterranean place. They weren’t open yet, but they took online orders ahead of time. I set up an order for eleven and shoved the folder back into my desk.

One hour to finish up before my meals arrived.

The smell of grilled chicken permeated my office as I finished up my contract and waited for Lila to arrive. What to eat first warred in my mind—gyro, or Lila.

At that moment, the door to my office opened and Lila stood before me. Her face was flushed and her legs were rubbing together.

“Sit.” I pointed to the chair in front of my desk. She didn’t hesitate. The air was thick with both our wants. “Spread your legs.”

Again, she didn’t hesitate, only taking an extra moment to draw up the hem of her dress to her hips and scoot to the edge of the chair. The gained movement allowed her to open her legs fully, exposing her panty-less, bare, glistening pussy.

Fuck.

All I needed was her.

I continued to stare at her, watching the effect take hold of her. She was flush, a small, whining moan slipping from her as her hips tilted. Her mouth was parted and her eyes were heavy, locked on me.

“Stop teasing me.”

I licked my lips. “You’re the one teasing me, showing off your wet pussy.”

“Because you told me to.”

“That’s right. I like it when you do what I say and having you sit there, getting turned on, begging me to come to you.”

She moaned, her hand slipping down, finger brushing over her clit.

I pushed my chair back and stormed over to her, slapping her hand away. She blinked up at me and whimpered.

“Did I say you could touch?” I glared at her hand. “Never forget that pussy is mine to play with.”

She looked up at me in glorious want. “Fuck, Nate, please.”

“Please what?” I was almost snarling, losing myself in the game.

“Play with me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

My teeth clenched. “Ask nicely. Beg.”

She bit her finger, hips moving, whimpering. “Please, play with me.”

“Why should I?” I palmed my cock, which was a fucking rock from watching her undulating hips and wet pussy calling. “Tell me, my little slut, why should I play with you?”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

I arched a brow at her as I smacked the inside of her thigh. “You’ll do that anyway.”

A high rushed through me, my spine tingling. I fucking loved when she stalled following directions. It made me want to punish her more, and I knew that was exactly why she did it. It was our game, our high, the way we pushed each other further.

“Please! I’ve been a good girl.”

I quirked my brow at her. “What about that barista that was flirting with you this morning?”

Her brow scrunched in pain and worry. “He was only being friendly.”

I smacked the inside of her thigh again, groaning when her pussy twitched. “He was being too friendly, and so were you.”

Fuck. The game was spiraling out of control, and so was I. I’d only intended to work her up a bit more before eating her out. Now I was seconds away from flipping her over, spanking her ass, and fucking her so hard the entire building would know.

She licked her lips as she stared at the outline of my hard dick. “I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you. I’m a good girl. Let me show you.”

A shudder rolled down from my head to my toes. “Grip the back of the chair and don’t let go.”

She followed my directions again, and I knelt down between her thighs. I reached out and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She arched her hips up into my hand. I could smell her thick, needy scent. It drove me wild, making me need her—the strongest aphrodisiac.

I pressed down on her abdomen. “Keep your hips still.”

She nodded, and I bent down, licking all the way up her slit and sucking her clit in between my teeth. Her head was tilted back as she gasped for air. That was just the teaser.

I pressed against her clit with my thumb, then opened up her pussy lips with my other hand before covering her with my mouth. My tongue savored her taste and I dug in deeper, licking and sucking all I could get.

High-pitched squeaks came from her, back arching and her thighs closing in around my head. I pulled back and pushed her legs open and down with my forearms, pressing them against the arms of the chair.

“Stop moving.” I pinched her clit, and she bit down on her lower lip.

Moving back down, I stuck my tongue as far in her pussy as I could. My cock was weeping, begging to replace my tongue, but I wasn’t done yet. I scraped my teeth against her clit, flicking it with my tongue.

“Do you want to come?”

She whimpered at me. “Yes.”

“You’re going to come on my face, so I can taste and smell you all day long. Then I’ll fuck you.”

Her pussy was all swollen and pink. It took everything in me to keep my dick in my pants. I flicked her clit with my finger, picking up speed. Her head thrashed from side to side. I continued and moved back to licking and sucking her juices. My fingers dug into her thigh, her muscles tensing, back arching so much I was having trouble keeping up the pace.

With a wail her pussy twitched, and her whole body spasmed under me as she came. Her juices flooded my face, and I drank her up. Eating her out had me so fucking hard that pre-come leaked onto my pants.

I licked my lips and sat back, deftly pulling at my belt to get my pants down enough to get my cock out. Her pussy was soaking wet, letting me easily slide in. There wasn’t a lot of friction, but she was still tight from coming and fluttered around me as she built up for a second orgasm.

Quick, no frills, just my cock pistoning in and out until I fired off.

“Fuck.” My balls pulled up tight, and I shuddered. I dug my fingers into her hips as I slammed into her.

Lila cried out, her body shaking, on the verge of coming again. I thrust hard a couple more times, and she arched against the chair and clamped down on my cock. I pushed all the way in and held my cock there, jerking with each spurt.

Once done, I looked down at Lila and snickered between breaths.

“You’re a mess.”

She flipped me off, then gave me a lazy smile. “Best lunch break ever.”