6 comments/ 24623 views/ 3 favorites One Room Away By: Darkness84 "Well, I'm not making it. What have you been doing all day?" He stood halfway out of the doorway, his work clothes still on, and scowled at her. Yet again! How could you stay home all day until eight and wait for my return to be hungry? As the argument continued, his voice gradually rose from its usual muted tones to a volume that anyone in the hallway could hear. Finally, he dropped into his chair and started untying his bootlaces. "Do what you want." "What?" his wife yelled back. "Do what you want! Go wherever you want, eat whatever you want. You sure as shit not getting it from me. This is ridiculous!" He kept looking up as he shouted, and looked back down to see the laces becoming an unrecognizable lump. This only made him more irritable. "Damn it!" he swore. "Well if you don't want me here, I'll go see if there's someone who will!" She grabbed her coat off the chair closest the door in a sweeping motion, knocking the ironing board and a flurry of bills to the floor. In a shower of black lettering, she was out the door. He sat there in silence as the last of the papers hit the floor. He knew he was irritable due to the weather being so horrible outside, but this was a long time in coming. Why was she like that? He refused to use the word lazy, because she went to work like everyone else. It just seemed that as soon as she got home and interacted with him, her compulsions went to zero. Grunting with effort, he slung the boot off into a cat bed and sat back for a second. This was no new occurence. He knew she had probably fled in tears to be coddled by her parents, living five minutes away. He had gotten pretty mad, he mused as he went into the kitchen. That might make her stay over there for the night. Hopefully anyway. He selected a glass from the shelf, waggling his hand in the unconscious habit he had during decision making, then picked up the tequila bottle. Sauza Blanco should correct this night, he thought. He put a finger of tequila in the glass, then muttered, "What the hell," and left the glass there, taking the bottle into the living room. As he drank, he mulled over the situation. He could always leave....and then what? He thought. Doing the knight in shining armor to move out here with her family had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that his own family was mad at him, pulling out of here would leave him in completely alien territory. He rolled the bottle between his palms as he grimaced. Trapped - at least for now. He would open another savings account, maybe at Bank of America. They had treated him well before... This was his last thought before passing out. The phone call rattled its way through his head, and kept up the chorus for Red Hot Chili Peppers' Otherside as he struggled his way back to coherence. His mouth tasted horrible, and there was an empty bottle of tequila poking into his grizzled cheek. The fuck was going on? "Hello?" "It's Anne. Are you home?" Anne. The one woman who somehow, always knew when to call. Though he had lots of female friends (something that rarely escaped the wary, possessive eye of his wife), she was the one who could instantly put a smile on his face. He wanted to call her his best female friend, but somehow that always seemed a poor phrasing. She was one of those women about whom he would always think, "In another life...in another time..."and leave the thought grudgingly unfinished. Many times he heard her talking about her boyfriends and would come home needing a drink. He tried to parse his thoughts about her logically, yet she held some power on him that he could not explain. "Yeah," he groaned, struggling to a sitting position. The next words snapped him into wakefulness, however. "I'm being followed. I need help. Like right now." He got up, instantly regretting it as angry thunderbolts crashed inside his head. He was up, though, and with something to focus on, the alcohol would burn itself out of his system quickly. It seemed like he would need it. "Where are you now?" "I'm on Green, coming up to Lake now. He's been on me for a good half hour now. No police stations really close to here and my gas is pretty low." He could hear her voice nudging against the oncoming panic and slowly being forced back. She was normally pretty stable and in control, which meant that this guy really worried her. Something had to happen, and for right now, he was the guy to do it. "Well, you could always come here. Hit a left on Lake and gun it up that stretch. Two lights and then right, Ill be outside." He dropped the phone into the cushions and went for his jacket, fumbling around for his boots before sliding the cat off of the right side. What a night. As he stepped outside, he heard the squealing of tires. Someone had come off of Lake in a hurry, and he could easily guess who that was. She saw him outside and whipped the SUV to the left, spewing loose pebbles onto the sidewalk as she pulled in. She got out and hurried over to him as they both heard a second squeal of tires. With someone else standing with her, all visible traces of fear evaporated. She stood shoulder to shoulder with him as the Lumina came around the corner. The car slowed, as if to make the same turn, and stopped in the street. Inside Dom's brain, gears turned. I wonder if this will work. As the door of the car opened, he reached down to the waist of the tall t shirt he wore. "You might want to turn around!" Even muffled by the falling snow, his voice split the gathering darkness, and the door stopped moving forward. He kept his hand at his waist, and waited, stone faced with racing heart. The door closed, and he could hear some grumbling and slurs as the car pulled off. Only then did he allow himself time to look at Anne. She was sweating, even in the cold, and her bare shoulders were shaking. She turned to him and wrapped him in her arms, and purely by reflex he embraced her. "Thank you," she breathed into his ear. He held her for what, in another case with another person, would have been an inappropriately long time, then released her finally. They both looked at the snow, now coming down in force with large flakes, then back at each other. "So.....maybe you should come inside." Inside, with the heat going, the color came back to her cheeks and she sat on his couch gratefully. He had gone to the kitchen for some water for her, but standing in front of the refridgerator, he reconsidered and came back out with a bottle of spiced rum. She accepted a cup and lifted it to her lips with both hands. When she put it down, he was close to her, a grim look on his face. "Now what the hell just happened? What did I interrupt? A rape? A murder? A really persistent door-to-door salesman?" She looked up sharply at him, intending to glare, but she saw the look in his eyes and knew that behind the screen of calm, his mind was exploding with possibilities. She exhaled slowly and began. "Well, I was at a party and this guy kept coming on to me. I didn't want anything to do with him but he kept pushing up. Eventually I dealt with him-" Someone got booted in the jewels, he thought- "...but I guess he wasn't discouraged, and when I left I saw him after me. Then I ended up here, and, "she shrugged half heartedly, "here we are....alone?" She looked around. "Where is...you know." She tried to make the words come out lightly, but the bricklike weight of her feelings was evident behind them. Anne did not like his wife. No, she thought. That wasn't it. She was frustrated that women like that could bag guys like this while she floundered with loser after loser. If she was his woman....she let the thought burn out. That can lead to nothing but trouble. "She's gone somewhere," he grunted. To her gaze, he related the events of the evening, and they both rolled their eyes. They had had conversations along these subject lines many times before. Mutual frustration bubbled under the surface, and taboo thoughts came out of their twilight hiding places yet again. They normally would be able to suppress them, but the combination of alcohol and their recent shock left them weaker than usual. The full scope of his position only now came to hit him between the eyes. Here he was, alone with Anne after all this time, in his own house. He laughed aloud, spilling some of the rum onto the arm of the couch and the dvd case hanging off it. Reflexively her arm jerked upward in suprise at the sensation of the liquor hitting it, just as he had leaned down to make sure the case would not fall. A sharp pain bloomed under his eye and he fell down onto his ass, more from surprise than anything else. The tequila affecting his balance had not fully dispersed either. Anne sprang up and rushed to him, the shadows of guilt flitting across her irises as she knelt to see the damage. "Oh damn, I'm sorry. I'm just kind of jumpy right now. Didn't mean to hurt you." She sat next to him on the carpet, ignoring the staring cat as she held his face in her hands. "Let me see." As she held his face, she knew that it would be a mistake. Now she could stare full into those dark eyes that had haunted her lonely days time and again. After breaking up with her last boyfriend after he got abusive, she had come to him and dragged him to their favorite hole in the wall bar. As she had poured out her grief, rage and distress, she kept looking up only to see the level gaze of those eyes again and again, while his voice gently urged her to keep talking intermittently. There was nothing like a good listener, and by the end of the night she was smiling again, arm around his neck as they sang along to old Journey songs from a booth. The realisation that he was not on the market had always bit into her heart like a cruel hound. Still, though, some moments made her wonder. Like now, as they sat on the floor, accidental injury long forgotten as they stared into each others' eyes. Unconsciously, she bent in closer as he sat up slowly. "Oh my God what are we doing?" skimmed the surface of both their consciousness as the distance between their lips shrank, and diminished into nothingness. The kiss was long, sweet, and tinged with such a sense of relief that they both closed their eyes gratefully at the sensation. No tongue, no hickeys, just the consummation of everything they had dreamed and longed for ages now. A thud at the door made his head snap back, and he sprang to his feet, mind racing. Was that guy back for round two? She sat back on her heels and looked up as he took a look through the peephole. His eyes widened and he looked down at her. Kitchen, he mouthed at her. Why? NOW. He opened the door slowly, and his wife staggered through the opening. The cold air that brought her in also brought in the unmistakable scents of margarita and vomit, and he smirked involuntarily. From the kitchen, Anne covered her face with her hand and tried not to laugh. The sheer inanity of her situation made her giggle uncontrollably, and only the absence of light in the kitchen combined with her hand on her mouth kept her presence secret. Dom tried repeatedly to get a handle on the situation but she was clearly blitzed out of her mind. She kept on falling on top of him, and it was with difficulty that he reined in his temper. When he slung one of her arms over his shoulders and looked over to see Anne supporting her on the opposite side, his eyes ballooned again. She nodded firmly in the direction of the bedroom. With some navigational difficulty, they were able to get her inside while she babbled incoherently. With a great heave, they slung her onto the bed, and seemingly on cue, she passed out within moments. Dom pulled Anne out of the room and half closed the door, steering her back to the living room, where they stared at each other for a long moment before dissolving into silent fits of laughter, arms around each others' necks. When the fits subsided, she looked at him. "Do you think she'll remember?" "I don't think she'll remember what her name is for a while," he responded, sitting her down on the couch again. "Sorry, it just looked like you needed help there." "Thanks, I've done it before though." His brows furrowed for a second before straightening again. She turned to face him, all smiles fading now. "Why do you stay?" She grabbed him as he turned away shrugging, his usual way of avoiding a question. She turned him back to face her. "Why?" He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared at her as if only now seeing her. "Well....I would be leaving with nothing. Looking forward to nothing. With no one." Her fingers slid down his face, lingering softly on his lips and stilling their speech. "What if you had someone to look forward to?" she breathed. His eyes grew into dark pools as he looked long and hard at her, and everything seemed to stop before his hand found hers. The magnetism had always existed between them, and as their lips drew together for the second time this night, she felt herself relax finally. This was what they both needed. As they kissed, his lips found her neck, and the urgent suction on her sensitive skin made Anne shudder in his arms. The pressure of his body on hers eventually made her fall back onto the floor, and then he was on top of her, tongues wrestling feverishly as his hands wandered up and down her body. When he finally made his way to her breasts, his fingers paused and roughly tore open the top she was wearing, black shreds sandwiched between their bodies now. Her nipples fell into view, and she felt him stiffen for a moment before lowering his head to them. The sensation was like none she had ever experienced, as his teeth grazed at them with an intensity just short of painful. In mere moments they were hard as bullets. He gripped her wrists and laid her flat down on the floor, mauling her everywhere his mouth could reach as she squirmed and gasped softly. She felt against her belly button a hard protrusion, and knew that he wanted her. Right now. The place where this was happening only heightened her anticipation, and she could feel a dampness spreading through her panties. She longingly bucked her hips against him, and the groan she elicited was only a promise of the things to come. Not enough. She needed more. "Please...", she moaned, struggling a bit more. He stopped and looked at her expectantly. "Let me up for a second. Let me make you happy....daddy." she breathed. His eyes closed briefly. Of course she knew how to set him off, they had discussed it before in a not-entirely-joking manner once...but now it only heightened the sensations he felt. He got off her slowly and went back to his seated position as she crawled toward him in the near dark. Her fingers fumbled with his zipper for a few seconds before sliding it down with a loud sound. They both glanced toward the bedroom, giggling in their throats as they smiled at the conspiratorial nature of their activity. Then she reached in with her fingers and slowly pulled his manhood out. Here at last, her secret needs were being played out with the man she had wanted for years. She slid the tip into her mouth and grinned with satisfaction as he leaned back with a loud sigh. She put her left hand up, covering his mouth while she lapped and sucked at his cock with the care only true lust can provide, as he leaned against the wall and tried not to say her name too loudly. Every vein, every twitching inch was covered in her saliva and bathed with her tongue, and he only got harder as her ministrations continued. He put his hand on the back of her head, and she nodded swiftly in approval as he forced her head down onto his shivering dick, past her tongue and down into her throat. His toes curled as she worked with her throat muscles to bring him to higher and higher levels of pleasure. Eventually she felt his balls move and knew something was going to happen. She looked up into his eyes as he gritted his teeth and jerked upward, hard. Suddenly, warm, sticky liquid filled her mouth, her throat, her cheeks. Tears came to her eyes as she struggled not to choke, and she gasped when he accidentally bit her hand that was stifling his groans. After what seemed like an eternity, he slumped down, releasing her head as she tried not to cough too loudly. She had swallowed as much as possible, but some had still leaked out onto her chin. "It tastes good," she mused. She thought that he would need a couple of minutes and maybe another sucking to get back into readiness, but her hopes were lifted higher than she dared when she felt him put her down onto her back. He loomed over her, sliding her skirt up to her waist and pulling her panties to the side. The anticipation was so good, as she hardly dared even to breathe until he leaned down and mouthed, "My turn". As he entered her, she could not help but release a sigh of sheer contentment. He had not suffered much slowdown for having just came, and her tiny pussy immediately protested. He moved slowly, then stopped altogether, letting her walls adjust to the new invasion they were now undergoing. She reached up, locking her fingers around his neck, and tried not to scream as he pushed deeper and deeper, teasingly slow. When he finally stopped with one inch left hanging out of her, she could take it no more. "Damn it, if you're going to do this here, then don't tease me." she whispered fiercely. She ground herself against him, burying his hardness all the way inside her, and his resolve vanished. He started planting himself all the way in, then pulling out until the tip was stretching her outer labia, then back in again. She thought she would go crazy once he started speeding up, and his moans told her that he was feeling her tightness all the way down and enjoying it immensely. She tightened up on him again and again, the contractions coming closer together, until her wetness flooded and she knew what was coming. She bucked and shuddered, whispering "Oh Daddy..." as she came and covered both of them in her sweet juices. In the dim light, she could see the moisture sparkling in his pubic hairs and knew that she would come again. As he rammed her even more fiercely, she once again succumbed to the trembling ecstacy as her consciousness focused down to the one area between them where they combined in a heated haze. When she once again knew herself. she was on her hands and knees, and he was behind her. His left hand pushed down firmly on her shoulders, putting her on a first name basis with the carpet, while his right hand caressed her ass slowly, lovingly. He patted it slowly, and it seemed like a long time before he slid himself into her from behind. This was what he liked, she knew, and she arched her back to offer up her ass to him. He took the same left hand and curled it deliberately into her hair, and she trembled in delight as her hidden desires. He tried watching the hallway for any telltale shapes coming from the bedroom, but his attention quickly reverted to Anne, and her thrusting back on him to push him ever deeper into her. The taboo nature of their lovemaking only pushed him further into unthinking lust, and it was only a matter of time before he tensed again. She felt him, and reached under herself between her legs, stroking his trembling balls with her fingertips as she urged him on, to come inside her like they both wanted. He groaned and spasmed, pulsing load after load into her tight pussy as they trembled together in the early morning darkness. She leaned close to his ear. "You're a bad boy." "Well, yeah...but I have an idea that you like it that way." She sat against his chest, looking down. "So what now?" "Now, I get you home." "And later?" He smiled. "Later can be whatever we want it to be." One Room Away Ch. 02 "Later can be whatever we want it to be." Those had been his words, but clearly the fates had conspired to make "later" more of a concept than a definitive time. After their meeting that night in his apartment, they had not gotten to see each other again for quite some time. He had made sure to get her number, however, and their brief messages to each other, usually promptly deleted on Dom's part, were all that kept him stable. His marriage wobbled along, and his minor successes at work were quickly deflated by yet more work. He went for walks more and more often, his way of reducing stress, and the miles washed past his consciousness as he thought more and more about Anne. Why could she not have appeared before, he thought as he hurried across an intersection. What was going to happen now? He had promised another time, but so far that was not going to happen. In the meantime, he felt like he was going to explode with all the stuff happening in his life. His parents would not let him forget that he was now an outcast, and would often send him letters berating him about his supposedly poor life decisions. He didn't open the letters anymore, but they sat on top of his closet, annoying him with their very presence. Something had to be done, or he was going to snap. The coming week did not fill him with a sense of hope, either. It was his company's scheduled get together week, wherein much slapping of backs and fake grins were to be had. To make it out there, one had to be a very good (read: overwhelmed) employee who played ball. Once again, Dom had made it on the list, and it was with difficulty that he smiled and thanked his manager for the 'wonderful opportunity'. A stay in a luxurious hotel one state over was nothing to sneeze at, but his reluctance stemmed from the fact that his wife would have to come with him. As he came back from outside, he slammed the door, sending the glasses sitting atop the microwave into a clinking, chiming frenzy. Leann, his wife, was of course sprawled on the couch, a rerun of Grey's Anatomy on the television as she devoured a German chocolate cake. "Maybe we should get packed? The trip is pretty soon," he ventured. "Oh, it can wait. We have time." He rolled his eyes, sure that she would not see them, which of course she did. "What the hell was that?" "We always 'have time' until the morning of the trip. I just want to get out ahead of this." "Don't roll your eyes at me, you're not my father..." Twenty minutes of high volume later, he went back out into the cold and sat in the car, staring at his reflection in the rear view mirror. His phone sang the first chords of the Mad Men theme, and he jumped involuntarily. It was her. Across town, Anne had deliberated, tossing the phone up and down in her hand. Should she just go over there? It wasn't that far, and they definitely had some stuff to talk about. They had fallen for impulsive emotion the first time, and there were a lot of factors involved, but how would it happen the second time? If, in fact, it happened at all? Who knew what his brain had decided on in the weeks since they had spoken? He's married. I want him, and he wants me. Is that true? It has to be, unless... I must have him. He's not mine. I want him to be mine. I WANT HIM. As her thoughts did their dizzy eagle spirals inside her mind, her hand moved on its own, and she was as surprised as he was when the phone started ringing. She whipped it up to her ear, partly hoping that it would hang up of its own accord. "Hello?" "Hey Dom, it's me.'' "Oh hey, what's going on?" She allowed herself a small giggle. He always said those exact words without fail at the start of every phone conversation. The same intonation, as well. She figured it would be a while before she clued him into another one of his unconscious habits. "Just calling to see how you're doing, and to see if you're going to have any time free," she said. Outside her window, a stray cat stalked a plastic bag being whipped around by the breeze. "Well.....not this weekend. I have to go on a business trip..." As he detailed the plans for the weekend, she could sense his hidden annoyance like the buzzing of bees obscuring everything said. After he described the supposedly awesome bar and buffet, there was a brief silence. "You're not going to be alone, are you?" she pressed gently. There was a long, defeated sigh from the other end of the line. Outside, the cat's neck spun as the bag was caught in a dust devil and spiraled endlessly around the tom. "No, spouses have to come along. Company regulations. Besides, how could she miss an open bar. It's too bad, I'm going to be pretty close to you." "I know, that hotel is..."[Over on my side of this town] she thought. "Pretty good," she finished. The germ of an idea started pushing at her resolve to do this. "Well I got a corner room on the first floor so if I need to get out of there I can just run," he laughed "You might need to," her mouth agreed while her mind came to a decision. "Well, Ill talk to you soon....I miss you." "I miss you too." In the void of the dial tone, the cat finally sprang up and was able to snag the bag off a nearby bush, and Anne started planning. The Friday pushed its way into everyone's life, and with it came the trip. Much as he had expected, packing had been staved off in favor of TV watching, so their last minute bustle was a hurricane of annoyed accusations and belligerent personal defenses. By the time they made it out to the hotel, Dom was tired, physically and mentally. Headphones cranked as loud as possible, he let Filter and Sia bring his temper down from boiling point as they struggled through the door with their bags. A loud argument at the staircase with the manager of the hotel barely caught his attention, as he was looking forward to just getting out of the clothes he was in. At their room, he opened the door and stood for a second, smiling appreciatively. This....was not bad. The room was of a decent size, with furnishings commensurate with the room cost, and afforded a view that could not be ignored. The housekeeping staff had left the windows open for maximum stun value to whoever had opened the door, and so far, it was working. Then they turned to unpacking, and the moment disappeared. As he made his way over to the bed, he let his wife go wild with her picture taking, and she stepped out onto the balcony. He stayed in and sat down hard on the bed, a loud sigh escaping his lungs. What a day. He would be happy enough to just have the damn conference now and bail out. He would lose face in such an event though, and perish that thought. He sneered inwardly. These guys were not even likable.....but they had the money and right now that was what he needed. He placed a call for room service for some baked chicken and lay down on the bed fully dressed. Sia's "Numb" came on, and he closed his eyes and swam in the notes for an all too brief couple of minutes before the inevitable knock came at the door. "Room service," the voice sang, and his subconscious started clanging a bell immediately. He silenced it quickly. [ Have to be someone I know who got a job out here I guess] he thought dismissively as he opened the door. Then all thought fell away into the abyss of shock. A cart with a silver dome on top sat in the hallway, and behind it was Anne. Now, at the first moment of truth, she faltered. She had worked so hard to get to this point, and she relished the look on his face so hard. She had always been proud of her ability to silence such a glib individual who had an answer for everyone, and now was no exception. In his eyes she read a commingling of reactions; delight, dismay, pleasure, confusion, panic and hope all steeped in one moment of realization. Then she realized that the "room service lady" was standing in the hallways staring at the customer who was standing in the door. She had to do something. She mouthed 'back' as she pushed the cart into the room and nervously adjusted her skirts. [Do not fuck this up now!] she yelled at herself mentally. "Dinner is served. Baked chicken with black bean salad for the gentleman, and chicken tenders with ranch for the lady," she said with a forced nature only Dom was able to pick up. His wife picked up her plate absently and went back to the balcony, chatting merrily away at her phone. Dom stared holes into Anne as he turned away, food now inconsequential. "How?" he whispered, stepping closer. She knew the answer, had thought about doing something like this ever since that night in his living room. Now, she had driven here, persuaded the maid for this floor to switch clothes with her after convincing her how funny it would be to surprise her "friend from high school". It didn't seem entirely real to her either. Now that she was here, she remembered, as his scent gently bathed her and she closed her eyes involuntarily for half a second. There was no doubt, this was the man she wanted. Their world shrank to the few inches and miles of emotion sandwiched between their eager bodies, and she felt her body reacting to the proximity and the danger. She did not even think of what she was doing, or of how much time they would have. She stared into his dark eyes as she kissed him, and his arm held onto hers as they shared air, lust and secrecy for a seemingly endless second. When she stepped back, she was breathing hard, and she remembered the last time she had kissed him like that how he had pleasured her body. She reached down between them and ran her fingers over his pants. She knew how dangerous this was but this was all she could think about as her nipples grew stiff. She watched with infinite satisfaction as his eyes closed and he shuddered in joy as she stroked his cock through his pants, firm fingers feeling him throb beneath them. He soon found it hard to stand but held out for as long as they both dared. She took a breath and held it, then dug in past his loosened belt and into his boxers. Ahh, much better. The sensation of flesh on flesh was more than he could stand, and he let out a groan. They both hesitated, and then froze as Leean came back into the room. "What was that?" For a man coming off of a surprise hand job, his reactions were commendable. He only fumbled for words for a second, then grunted. "I was going to tip the housekeeping, but I guess I forgot the wallet in the car." He made for the door, squeezing around the cart to hide the obvious stiffness in his pants. Anne followed his lead. "Thank you so much sir, I could really use the money." She followed him through the doorway. As they closed the door, she leaned into his shoulder and giggled furiously. She looked at his grin and had to smile. [He really wants this.] "You like living dangerously, do you?" He murmured into her ear. The reaction in her was an intense spike of lust, and she decided to jump the gun on what she had planned for the next day. She looked around to verify that they were indeed alone in the hallway, moving the cart to block her, and dropped to her knees. She wanted to play off of their mutual attraction to the thrills of being discovered. She saw his surprised look turn to pleasure as she fished his cock out of his pants and began to furiously worship it. Her head slid back and forth as she took him into her mouth, feeling him thicken and throb against her tongue as it swirled around his length. She began to drool and looked up worriedly, hoping that this didn't turn him off, but he placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed, eyes rolling back in satisfaction. She felt her pussy begin to moisten, then drip as she thought about what she was doing, and reached a hand under her skirt. Her nylons already had a wet path going down the sides, and she started to finger herself as she bobbed back and forth on his meat. Above her, he was trying not to gasp too loudly, and he kept looking down the hallway, but eventually his restraint lessened and he was thrusting his hips forward to meet her mouth sliding down to the root of his dick. The thrill of it all got to him, and he felt his balls getting ready to empty their contents into her throat. He looked down at her to warn her but her eyes were closed and ready. They popped open when she felt the first blast all the way at the back of her throat, and didn't close again for a while. His spasms felt like they would never end, and it was a while before he trusted his legs rather than leaning against the door. Which was very timely, because Leean opened the door that he had been leaning against. "You coming inside soon or wha-hey!" she sputtered as he yanked the door closed again. He needed a second to think, and he pulled the door open to mutter "sorry, private business call." "But I'm your wife, for Christ's sake!" she yelled. "Principle!" he yelled back as he closed the door again. He laughed, deep and throaty, as she stood up. "What in the hell did we just do?" he murmured, fingers brushing at her hair. She held onto one of his hands, feeling the roughness of the palm and the tender deliberateness with which it moved. "Just wait until tomorrow..." Then she and the cart were gone, right as the elevator dinged. He shook his head and went back into his room. Tomorrow promised to be a crazy day. So it was. The conference went on for roughly four hours, and through it all his mind was adrift. Set adrift on memories of bliss, he thought ruefully. [That would be a winning line. Sure to pull her in.] [Do I want to? It's nice and all to fantasize but the reality is....] [Fuck the reality. ] [So is she what you want?] "Dom?" He looked up from the empty notepad on the table to meet the eyes of his boss. "Is this plan what we want?" Still slightly buried in his own thoughts, the decision he came to finally was more for himself than anything else. "It may not play with everyone concerned, but I think we should go for it. These situations can go any way, and we should push for it as far as we can so it tilts for us. Yes, I-we should definitely go for this." The CEO raised an eyebrow. "Well, I admire your fervor, sir. I'm sold. Casual Fridays are back on." Dom wanted to rush out of there, but he held himself in. Just a bit more. After the meeting, he floated around the bar, the pool, the receiving area, but nothing. [Too good to be true, I guess] he thought, slouching back to his room, where Leean no doubt was waist deep in Kahlua and Murder She Wrote. Real hot date, that one, he thought to himself. No sooner had he closed the door and gotten undressed than that voice came through again to his consciousness. "Sir? The COO would like to see you as soon as possible." His heart got on a horse and started charging around his rib cage. The moment he had waited for had finally come. Behind him, his wife started up. "Don't they know that you're busy?" she said, twirling her body for his amusement. He was long past being pulled in by her, though, and he reached around her for his jacket. Her face fell, then twisted. "Fine. Don't get fired," she snapped over a retreating shoulder. Dom shrugged [Nothing new there] and went to the door. There at the door, in a slinky black and white dress with bright red heels on, was a nervous beautiful woman that he had grown attached to over the events of the past few months. Anne took his hand and led him into the hallway, a wink accompanying her throwaway "right this way sir." He started to speak, to ask her what her plan was for the evening, and once again, she rendered him speechless as she walked him into the open door right next to his suite. She had to exert a little more force to bring him in, as he was baffled by what was happening. She closed the door and pushed him against it, pressing her lips against his for a full minute before he held her by the upper arms and moved her back a few inches. "How did you get this room?" She shrugged, but a smile was on her face. " I got here not too long before you, and the maid that let me surprise you also let me know what floor you were on. I had to argue for the room next to yours, but once I made a public scene about being sidelined for some corporate guys even though I was here first, the manager was kinda shamed into letting me have the adjacent room. Which, of course, was the real plan." His mind flashed back to the raised voices yesterday. Then his eyes widened. "So that was YOU?" She seemed very pleased with herself, the nervousness quickly vanishing. "Yeah. When I saw you I ducked into the stairwell so that you couldn't see. Didn't want to ruin it so early." She hesitated before speaking again. "I missed you." "I missed you too, love," he said gently, running his hands from her arms to her back and pulling her close. This close to her, all the things he had wanted to say fell out of his mind, and he turned her so that she was against the door. He started kissing her, slowly at first, but after she moaned his name his fervor increased. He held her hands against the door, pinning her to the smooth wooden surface as his mouth ran wild on her cheek, her neck, behind her ear, down into the tasty zone between her shaking breasts. He moved her hands together so that he could grip both her wrists with his strong right hand while he pulled her top down to expose her breasts. "Oh yes...." she sighed as she felt his teeth gently nibbling at her sensitive nipples. This was what she had needed for so long, had wanted to feel again and again. So many lonely nights she had caught her fingers wandering between her legs while she thought about his smile, the way his arms felt coiled around her body, the scent of his aftershave lightly tickling her nose. As he picked her up and carried her to the bed, she could only sigh again and again. And yet....there was one more line that she wanted to step over, one more way into his mind that she wanted open to her. He laid her on the bed and she relished in the feel of the clean, silky sheets on her bare shoulders as he slid the dress off of her. She enjoyed him looking at her body, the wonder and lust in his eyes making her flush with excitement. He straddled her and started in on her again, murmuring to her. "Oh love....you feel so good..." This was her moment, and she took it, tingling. "Do I feel....better than her?" He stopped for a moment, examining her eyes, seeing what she needed to hear shimmering in her hopeful eyes, and made a decision. He grabbed her lacy blue panties by the top and tore them down, all while looking into her eyes. Then slowly, he lowered his head between her legs. She had been expecting an answer, but now she convulsed in ecstasy as his fingers parted her outer lips and his tongue, warm and wet, circled her entrance teasingly slow. He deliberately avoided touching her clit at first, feeling her legs close and open around him as she struggled not to crush him between her thighs as she spasmed. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations, feeling his warm breath brush at her clit and starting a low moan that only continued as he persisted. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she clutched at her breasts and rolled her nipple around between her middle finger and thumb, pinching them every time he stuck his tongue deep inside her. He kept one hand on the soft creamy inner thigh flesh and raked at it with the tips of his fingers while he suckled and licked at her clit, now pushing her to the edges of awareness. Her world had shrunk to his mouth and her pussy, and as she felt herself go over the edge, she said his name before shrieking in pure pleasure. Her pussy gushed wetness onto his face, and her legs shuddered and danced in the air as he finally came up for air. He pulled down his pants while she was still gasping for air and slung his shirt over his head. By the time her eyes had opened again he was on top of her, mouth close to her ear. One Room Away Ch. 02 "Of course you're better, baby girl..." As he said this, she reveled in the illicit nature of their meeting, and she could not deny the thrill that went through her as he said those words. She felt an immense satisfaction, and then soon after, a warmth between her legs. He was sliding his dick into her, one firm inch at a time. Fresh off of her first orgasm, she was still sensitive, so she squealed and grabbed at his neck, holding on for dear life as he impaled her. His manhood was not extremely long, he was no porn star, but he was thick enough to stretch her wide, and thus he took his time letting her get used to the new dimensions. Every time she sighed in contentment, he drove deeper, then waited. Eventually, though, she felt so good wrapped around him that he lost all control. He started plunging into her pussy, ass rising and falling as she was pinned to the bed. She lost herself in the moment, loving the feel of being taken roughly, fucked harder and harder while she raked at her lover's back.[HER lover]. He was all hers now, she thought. It made her lust explode inside her, and she started pumping back on his dick, anxious to take all his meat. He plunged it all the way inside, and her breath caught in her throat. Showing no pity now, he fucked her brutally, ignoring the cries and squeals she gave out. If this was what she wanted, she would get it. As she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper, he felt her walls flush with his skin, and his balls churned. He groaned, "Anne...." and came deep inside her, filling her wet pussy with cream at a pace that threatened to have his seed spill out and down her ass. Once again, feeling her man come inside her, she blacked out as she rode it and shuddered her way down to the root of his dick as he came. As he recovered, he nibbled on her earlobe and murmured, "You are SO much better. Look what you did. You fucked me right next to where she is, and she will never know. You cunning little girl. You like knowing that you're getting away with this so close to her, don't you?" "I...-it...-yes," she admitted. "It turns me on so much." "Well you should like this," he smiled. He picked her up, still weak from the two orgasms, and laid her flush against the wall. Right next door, she thought, his annoying wife sat, while Anne took care of her man better than she ever could. She felt him behind her, then a moist sensation in her ass. She started to turn around, startled, but he kept her facing forward. Then she felt a huge stretching feeling as he started sliding himself into her from behind as she hugged the wall. He was gentle at first, and over time she grew used to the rod in her behind. Just as she started wondering if he would move, he slid it all the way out before plunging in again. The tempo slowly rose, and by the end, he was fucking her brains out while she screamed again and again, every time knowing that Leean could hear, and the mischievous side of her enjoying it so much. He knew the way her body moved by now, and knew when to slow down and when to hammer her relentlessly. The fact that she liked being treated slightly roughly did not escape him, and he held her tight to the wall while he fucked her ragged. The sight of her body shaking in time with the collision of their thighs made him love every moment. At last, he felt the old sensation of her massaging his dick and knew that she was about to come, and his restraint vanished. As she came, he pulled out and spurted his cum all over her; her back, the curves of her ass, her shaking thighs. She knew that he was marking her, that she was now his, and she loved every second of it. Later, when they had cleaned up, he exhaled slowly. She knew what that meant...he was going to do something that he didn't want to do. "What is it?" she asked? "I don't want to leave," he said flatly, staring angrily at the door. "Then don't," she said simply, sitting back down on the bed. He looked at her in surprise, then thought. "Well, you know, these social events go for a long time," he smirked. "Oh yeah," she agreed, tugging at his buttons, "who knows who you could meet there." "Better company than the alternative," he said, with a meaningful glance at the wall separating the rooms. She followed his eyes and smiled. "Much, much better."