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Overworked and Worked Over

By: DinaDevereux



"Working late, Lara?" a deep voice rumbled over the din of the 5pm exodus at her job. Lara Spencer looked up from her computer monitor and smiled at her newest coworker, Malcolm. "Yeah, I've got to finish this new project." 

"Well, don't work too hard—I'll, see you Monday."

"Bye, Malcolm, have a good weekend," Lara said, staring up into his chocolate brown eyes. He held her gaze and she shivered. His full lips curled up into a smile.

"Thanks, you too."

Lara turned back to her work and sighed. Malcolm was 34 years old, single, and had just been hired as a junior attorney at the firm where she worked as an accountant. He was the talk of the office—attached to those chocolate brown eyes and sensual lips was a 6'4" frame and the body of a linebacker. Focus, Lara, she told herself—you can drool over the new attorney some other time.

She was supposed to leave in thirty minutes so she could meet her boyfriend, Seth for their anniversary dinner. They'd been dating for a year and were supposed to relive their first date at The Melting Pot. She'd worn her best push-up bra and matching G-string for the occasion. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen. Lara's boss had given her a stack of invoices an hour ago that she needed to review, data enter, and run reports on. It was going to take her at least another 3 hours to get done. She picked up the phone to call Seth.

"Hey, babe—you getting ready to leave?"

"Seth, I'm sorry. Something came up and I—"

"You're serious?" he interrupted angrily, "Lara, you have worked late every fucking night this week. I'm not going to sit around and wait for you to have time for me anymore."

"Seth, I told you I was sorry. This is important—I need to do well on this project so I'll have a shot at the promotion."

"I could care less about your promotion," Seth said, "I'm just going to be blunt. I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean you could care less? This is important for both of us, Seth. I'm doing this for us!" Lara whispered, furious at him.

"You plan your life with your job. I'm going to plan my life with an actual human being. I'm glad I found out how it's going to be now, rather than ten years from now. It's over, Lara."

"But, wait, what do you mean—" Lara said, stopping only when she heard the dial tone. 

How dare he do this to her now! Lara was fuming but turned back to her work. She did not have time to worry about Seth now. Lara pulled a granola bar from her drawer, took a sip of water, and turned her cell phone off. She was going to focus and finish this project if it killed her.

Three hours later, Lara had already emailed the final versions to her boss and was just printing out the hard copies for the finance meetings Monday morning when a large clap of thunder sounded and the abandoned office was lit up by lightning. "Shit," Lara said, jumping, and then laughing at herself. The office was deserted; even the cleaning crew had gone. But hell, it was just a little storm. Lara left the document as it finished printing and ran to the restroom, then to the coat closet to try to scrounge up an umbrella. She headed back to her desk, turning off lights on her way there. She still had to print off several dozen pages so she finished walking around the office to run off lights. She was heading back to her desk when she realized that every room in the office was dark—except for one. 

Malcolm must've forgotten to turn his light off, Lara thought to herself. She pushed the door open and stuck her arm in to hit the switch. Before she could fumble against the wall to find it, she felt someone grab her by the wrist. The thunder boomed at the same time, lightning flashed, and then the office went pitch black. 

Lara's scream was silenced as she was pulled against a hard chest and a hand clapped over her mouth. 

"Shhh...." the shush came out seductively and Lara's eyes widened in the darkness.

"Lara. I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth, okay? Don't scream, it's just me. Malcolm."

He released her and she took a deep breath, squinting through the darkness to try and confirm his identity. 

He was flicking the switch on and off. "No power," he said, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, you just scared the shit outta me," Lara replied, still shaky, "What are you doing here?"

"I left my cell phone—I knew I couldn't last without it all weekend. I just slipped in a few minutes ago and was trying to wait for the rain to let up a bit before I trekked out into it again," he explained, "did you get your reports finished?"

"Yes, they're finishing printing now."

"Um, I hate to say this, but I doubt that they can print when the power is out." 

Lara groaned and ran out to her desk to check on the printer's progress. Malcolm followed her. 

"Shit!" Lara said, picking up the documents, "Shit! Shit! Shit! Mr. Singer is going to KILL me!"

"What's it looking like?" Malcolm asked.

"Well, I've got page 22 of 39 on the first copy. The first copy! I need TEN copies!" Lara snatched the paper drawer open—empty. She sank down into her chair. 

"I don't even have a complete copy to take to Kinko's. What the hell am I going to do?"

Malcolm looked at his watch and then outside at the pouring rain. 

"You're going to stop worrying about it until tomorrow. Just run back up here and finish the printing once the power comes back on."

"Yeah, that'd be great, except that when I leave the building, the doors lock behind me and though Mr. Singer trusts me with every financial aspect of the company, he doesn't trust me with a key to the building."

"I've got a key."

Lara's spirits rose for a minute but she pushed them down. "Malcolm, I can't ask you to come back tomorrow just to let me print off the documents."

"You're not asking. I'm offering. And just for the record, if this isn't done, Mr. Singer is going to be a total asshole next week, isn't he?"

"You have no idea." 

"Well, then I'll be doing us both a favor. I don't want to deal with an asshole next week. Come on, I'll walk you to your car and we'll meet back here in the morning. Say, 10:30? I'll bring coffee, you bring doughnuts?"

Gratefulness rose up in Lara's chest and a great relief. "Malcolm, I don't know how to thank you. That sounds wonderful."

Lara picked up her purse, the rogue umbrella, and let Malcolm help her into her trench coat. They walked through the dark office and out into the storm still raging in the dark night—apparently, the electricity had gone off down the whole street.

The umbrella didn't do a damn thing—she was soaked by the time she reached her P.O.S. car. She saw Malcolm darting to an SUV with the hood of his raincoat pulled up. She threw the umbrella down and plopped into the seat. 

Malcolm Grayson slid into his black Suburban and turned to grab the towel from his gym bag in the back seat. He wiped his face down and started the engine. He turned on the heater and then the wipers so he could make sure Lara's car started and she got on the road safely. 

Malcolm had heard the office gossip about Lara—several of the other attorneys had tried to date her but she'd stayed faithful to her boyfriend. Of course, because they'd been turned down, they had some not-so-nice things to say about her. They'd made ignorant comments about her weight (she was thick), her hair (she was killin' 'em with the super short cut), and her ass—Malcolm had never seen such a fat ass on a white girl. It wasn't that ugly, cottage cheese fat either—it was smooth, round, and bounced seductively in those skirts she'd wear. He'd nearly lost his mind when he realized it was her on the other side of his office door. He'd had a split second of indecision as to whether he should take advantage of the blackout and bend her over right there. But he'd left those days behind him. 

Malcolm snapped back to attention when Lara pounded on the passenger side window of his SUV. He immediately unlocked the door and she climbed in out of the rain—her short hair was plastered against her head, mascara smudged under her eyes, and her chest was heaving, trench coat stretched open and blouse soaked underneath. Malcolm forced himself to focus on Lara's face—she looked upset.

"What's wrong, Lara?"

Lara tried to catch her breath—aside from running across the parking lot through the rain in her heels, she was also awestruck by the sight and smell of the virile man just a foot away. 

"My car won't start—it won't even turn over. I was wondering if you could let me use your cell phone? I can't find mine, can you believe it?"

Malcolm dug through his pockets until he found the phone he'd just retrieved from his office. 

"You don't mind if I call information?"

"No, but what do you need information for? Isn't your boyfriend available to come and pick you up, get your car started?"

Lara cringed and looked at her feet, "Um, actually, no. He's not my boyfriend, I mean, he's not—shit—I can't call him."

Malcolm pondered this—not her boyfriend? Well, well, well...

"Do you need anything out of the car, Lara?"

"Um, yeah, my purse. But I'll get it before the cab comes," she said, reaching for the phone.

Malcolm tucked the phone back in his pocket, grabbed the car keys Lara had been nervously fingering, and put the truck in gear. He drove over to Lara's car and was in the process of retrieving her purse before she could protest. The thunder and lightning had gotten worse and the rain was still coming down in buckets.

Malcolm climbed back in and passed Lara her purse and keys. He grabbed the towel again and pulled out a clean one for Lara. 

"So, where am I taking you? We can worry about getting your car started tomorrow. I can just pick you up in the morning, if that's ok?"

Lara nodded, thanked him, and gave him the address—they had only gone a couple of miles before the next issue arose. 

"Oh no!" Lara wailed, leaning forward to peer through the sheets of rain hitting the windshield, "We can't make it through."

Police, ambulance, and fire trucks were everywhere. Cars were turning around in the middle of the street. Malcolm pulled up far enough to reach a cop—the road was flooded and there wasn't a detour into Lara's neighborhood. By this time, it was 9:30pm. Lara was exhausted and starving to death. 

"Just take me to a hotel Malcolm, if you don't mind?"

"I've got a guest room—if you don't mind, I'll grab some Chinese, we can eat and then crash," Malcolm said, smiling at Lara, "It'll save me a trip in the morning and save you some money for a room."

Lara hesitated but what he said made sense—if Mr. Singer trusted Malcolm with a key to the office, surely she could trust him too.

An hour later, she was showered, had on a pair of Malcolm's sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, and was curled up on the buttery leather couch with a carton of chicken lo mein and a glass of coke (and just a little bit of rum). Malcolm was sitting on the floor across from her, clad only in a pair of sweatpants as well, and leaned up against a plush armchair—he had finished his food but fixed himself another drink. There was a movie on the huge flat screen TV but neither seemed to be paying attention to it. 

"So," Malcolm began, "I know this might be kind of rude, but, what happened with your boyfriend?"

The drink had done wonders in loosening Lara's tongue—she told him the whole story, even some intimate details that she was shocked she'd revealed.

"He never wanted to do what?" Malcolm said, smirking.

"He never wanted to, you know, go down on me," Lara said, blushing and taking another gulp of the liquid courage she held in her hand.

"Hmm," Malcolm said, shaking his head. He pushed himself up from the floor, snagged Lara's nearly empty glass, and walked back into the kitchen.

"Wait!" Lara said, "What does 'hmm' mean?"

She heard Malcolm chuckling in the kitchen and ice clink in her glass.

"Nothing, Lara, it's nothing." Malcolm couldn't believe that it had been this easy to get Lara to take the conversation in this direction. He also couldn't believe her breasts could look that good in his old t-shirt. A couple more drinks and he'd have her in his bed, screaming his name.

Lara had never been more turned on in her life. Malcolm's body was incredible—her pussy had gotten wet the instant he'd walked into the living room wearing nothing but his sweatpants. Watching him walk back into the living room sent another thrill straight to her pussy.

Lara took another big drink and didn't realize that Malcolm had sat down next to her on the couch.

"How long has it been, then? You know, since a man ate your pussy."

Lara's heart pounded in her chest—if her pussy got any wetter, it'd leak out onto the leather she was sitting on.

"Um, I'd been with my boyfriend for a year. So at least that long."

Malcolm leaned back, draping one arm behind Lara on the couch.

"And, so the guy before him, he knew how to eat your pussy?"

Lara had to pause to think about it. Malcolm chuckled.

"It wasn't any good, was it?"

Lara blanched—she tucked her head. Had she ever had her pussy eaten the way she really wanted?

"You've never had anybody eat it right, have you?"

Lara didn't respond. 

Malcolm took her drink from her and placed it at her lips, forcing her to take a big drink. He finished it off and sat the glass on the coffee table. And then he leaned in and kissed Lara. Thoroughly kissed her. Kissed her so good, she forgot where she was. He leaned into her, dipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting, caressing hers with his. 

Lara moaned into his mouth and tipped her head up to meet his. He hadn't touched anything more than her lips and she was already on fire. 

He slid his arm under her knees and pulled her legs up so she was lying down with a leg on either side of his body. He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed her neck, just below her ear. His tongue traced the tendon to the base of her throat and sucked, then lapped the spot with the flat of his tongue, then sucked, alternating sucking and lapping. Lara's moans turned into grunts—she sounded animalistic. Malcolm's dick pulsed. He licked up and bit her earlobe gently before starting all over again. 

After a few minutes of the blissful torment, Lara felt like she was going crazy. She was frantically pulling Malcolm toward her, rising up to meet him but he wasn't having it. He held her down and tortured her with his tongue. When he stopped, it was to grab the front of her t-shirt and rip it right down the front. Her breasts heaved. Malcolm dipped his head back down and licked a nipple. A few more minutes were spent on each breast. Lara's moans and grunts had turned into a chant, please, please, please...

Malcolm looked down at the buffet spread out in front of him. Her soft, sensuous lips were puffy from being kissed. He could see the bruises already beginning on her throat. Her breasts were so sensitive, a lick, a touch and he had this chick going crazy. He planned to kiss his way down her soft belly before going to town on her pussy. He focused on her erratic breathing and bent back down. She squirmed as he kissed and licked her belly. 

"Be still, Lara."

She kept trying to pull away.

"Lara. Be still."

And then he slapped her breast. She gasped and clutched the breast. He pulled her hands away and she struggled some more. So he slapped her breast again. She froze. He resumed his path, sliding the sweatpants over her curvy hips and thick thighs, and pulling them completely off.

He could smell her cunt as he got closer—sweet and tart, like an unripe peach. She was hairy—he buried his nose in the crinkly black hair, inhaling and exhaling. Her hands clutched his head and she lifted her hips. 

He pulled her hands away and lifted his head, pushing her hips down at the same time. 

She clutched at him.

"Please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop!" she pleaded.

"What did I tell you to do, Lara?"

"What do you mean?" she demanded.

"Did I tell you to grab my head or grind your pussy into my face?" Lara looked confused. 

"'Lara. Be still.' Isn't that what I said?" Malcolm growled.

She nodded.

"Then stop fucking moving."

She nodded again, holding her hands up to her face. Her hips still squirmed, but didn't lift. Malcolm resumed his position between Lara's legs.

Malcolm kissed the insides of her thighs, pushing her knees slowly up and out. His tongue darted out and nestled against Lara's clitoris. She moaned. It darted out again and her legs started quivering. He flattened out his tongue and lazily licked her up and down, down and up, drifting in and out of her pussy lips and against her clit. Then more darting. Her hips started a slow roll. And then Malcolm stopped playing—he dove into her, using his tongue, teeth, lips, nose, chin, fingers, breath, everything. Lara's hands stayed above her head, but her hips were grinding against his face and Malcolm wasn't stopping her. 

Oh my God, he's going to kill me—he's going to kill me with his tongue and I'll never get to feel his dick, Lara thought to herself silently, and I'm not going to care. The orgasm that she'd been building for the past half hour was about to crash over her. She'd never felt so much built up pressure in her pussy. Malcolm had a steady pace going—sucking, then licking her clit, then plunging two fingers in her pussy to tease her G-spot, over and over and over. It hit her suddenly. Her hips rose, Malcolm pulled his mouth away and started strumming her clit. She screamed and a spray shot out of her. Malcolm didn't stop, keeping the orgasm going and going. Finally, his fingers slowed, her muscles relaxed, and her hips dropped back to the couch. She struggled to catch her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Malcolm pushed himself up and hovered over her, then brushed his lips softly over her cheeks, lips, forehead. "Hey," he said softly, "You ok?"

Lara nodded, then reached up and pulled him toward her for a real kiss. She tasted her pussy on his lips and moaned again.

Malcolm pulled away, saying, "I'll be right back."

He headed for the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth and a couple of towels. The bitch squirted, he thought to himself proudly, the bitch fucking squirted. His dick was hard as a rock. He had nearly nutted in his pants when he saw and felt her come so hard. He grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet and stuck it in his pocket before going back in the living room.

He bent down, lifted her hips, and laid a towel down underneath her to mop up the juices she'd expelled, then wiped her clean with the warm cloth. 

He finished, draped the other towel over her pussy, and then retrieved new drinks for both of them before sitting down on the couch next to her, keeping one hand cupped protectively on the towel over her mound.

Lara scooted up enough so she could take a sip of her drink.

"Malcolm?" Lara said, feeling the heat from the rum trickle down her throat, "What are we doing?"

"Well," he started, after draining his own drink, "Right now, we're relaxing on the couch."

She scoffed, "You know what I mean."

"I don't know, Lara—I thought we were having a good time. I don't know about you, but I've wanted you since the first time I saw you in the office."

She looked him in the eye and slowly nodded her head, "Me too."

"But since you had a boyfriend, I wasn't going to get in the way."

"We broke up."

"I know."

Lara had taken several sips of her drink and she sat up even closer to Malcolm. She leaned forward and stretched the loose sweatpants up and over his massive erection. She positioned herself so that her mouth was directly over the head of his penis. She kissed the tip and then slid her lips open. The ice cube in her mouth had nearly melted but the coolness of her tongue as it wrapped itself around his dick caused Malcolm to shudder.


Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 02



Lara sat at her desk with her chin in her hand, a dumb smile on her face. The printer next to her hummed rhythmically as it spit out the last of the ten copies of the report she needed on Monday. She was zoned out, completely and blissfully lethargic. She was clad in another pair of Malcolm's sweatpants and a matching hoodie, no bra and no panties (at Malcolm's request.) She'd gone to bed last night as sated as she'd ever been, and he woke her up this morning for another round of unbelievable sex. 

I'm not going to get my hopes up, she told herself, shaking her head and sitting up to assemble the reports. She talked to herself as she sorted the pages, stapled, and paper clipped. It was just sex, a one night stand. Malcolm doesn't want to be with me—how could he, especially after I was so easy last night. 

Lara had never given it up so easily before. She'd never been the type to chase a guy and always required a commitment before she slept with anybody, ever. Something about Malcolm made her forget everything about herself—at least, all of the stodgy, anal-retentive things she'd thought were important. 

Malcolm pulled up in front of the office and balanced the coffee and bag of doughnuts he'd promised Lara—surely she'd be done with the printing since he'd dropped her off. He planned on taking her back to her house and then asking her out to dinner, giving her time to clean up and rest. He was hoping she'd just pack a bag so she could stay the rest of the weekend with him. They'd called a tow truck this morning and had her car taken to Malcolm's brother's repair shop. Malcolm had called Cedric after he dropped Lara off at the office. 

"Hey Ced, I've got a favor to ask."

"What's up, Malcolm—how's everything, the Suburban acting up on you?"

"Nah, bro, everything is good with me. It's my coworker's ride. It won't start. We called Central Tow this morning and they're on the way to drop it off at the shop. You think you can get to it today or Monday?" 

"Yeah, I'm pretty backed up today, but I'll definitely be able to check it out Monday. What kind of car does he have?"

Shit, Malcolm thought, here goes. "Uh, she's got a Maxima—it's pretty old, so go ahead and do whatever needs to be done. You can put it on my account."

"'She', Malcolm?" Cedric asked, warily, "On your account?"

"Yes, 'she', Cedric. My coworker, Lara Spencer."

"Lara. She's white? And you fucked her, didn't you?"

Malcolm didn't say anything. He knew Cedric was just looking out, but it pissed him off just the same.

"Malcolm, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Look, Cedric, it's not the same. This isn't going to be like last time."

Cedric sighed heavily, "So you don't think this white bitch is going to be the same as the last white bitch? Dammit, she accused you of rape! You lost your job, nearly lost you your license, Malcolm, and if you weren't such a good fucking attorney, you'd be sitting in a jail cell right now. Your sister is going to kill you."

"Cedric, Samantha was a devious, lying cunt who used me to get even and to get ahead. All white women are not the same. Lara is not going to accuse me of rape. And Misha can kiss my ass!"

Cedric burst out laughing, and then blurted out, "I double dog DARE you to say that to her face."

Malcolm had to smile at that. "Look, can you fix the car or not?"

Cedric was still laughing, "I got you. Just as long as I can be there when you tell Misha."

"You're a dick, man. I'll drop by on Monday then. Take care, Ced."

"See you later, bro."

The conversation brought up old memories—memories of bending Samantha over his desk and fucking the shit out of her. He thought he was in love—Sam had definitely led him to believe that she cared for him too. And then, when she realized that he was being offered partner at their firm instead of her, she totally flipped the script. She set him up big time. It had happened 3 years ago—but it was all over the news back then and every firm in Cincinnati was still very aware of who Malcolm Grayson was. He'd basically had to pick up and leave everything he'd built in Cincinnati and tuck tail back to Louisville. 

He took a deep breath and put the key in the door to the office. A voice behind him startled him and he juggled the coffees. 

"Hey, do you know Lara Spencer? Is she here?"

Malcolm turned and found himself face to face with Lara's boyfriend; ex-boyfriend, he corrected himself. He was barely as tall as Lara but was lean and muscled. He had on tight jeans and a shirt and tie, preppy but trying to look cool. He had black hair and a fake tan, reminding Malcolm of one of the Jersey shore boys.

"Yeah, I know Lara. How can I help you?"

"I need to talk to her, I'm her boyfriend."

Malcolm smirked, "Ah, Seth, right? The office is closed. Do you want me to take a message for her?"

Seth frowned. "Uh, no, I need to talk to her. Is she here?" 

"If you need to talk to her, I suggest you call her or come back during regular business hours."

Seth hesitated at Malcolm's size, but dismissed him and seemed determined to see Lara immediately, "Look, buddy, I told you I'm her boyfriend. Her cell phone is turned off and she hasn't been home all night. I'm worried."

Malcolm was irritated but didn't want to piss Lara off. 

"I'll be right back," he said, walking in the office and blatantly locking the door behind him. Seth stood right outside with his arms crossed over his chest. 

Malcolm headed into the inner offices and found Lara just turning her computer off.

"Did you get it all done?" Malcolm asked her, smiling.

"I did," she said, smiling back at him. She patted the stack of reports at the corner of her desk, "Ready for Monday morning."

"Good deal, here's your breakfast."

They cracked open the box of doughnuts and sipped their coffee. Lara had just finished licking the sugar off her fingers when Malcolm spoke. 

"I nearly forgot to tell you," he said, "Seth is outside."

Lara almost choked on her coffee, "He's here now?"

Malcolm nodded. 

"Shit."

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to him. What should I tell him?"

"This isn't your mess to deal with. I'll go out there."

"You want me to go with you?"

She hesitated. "Can you wait for me in the front office? I don't want you to have to be involved."

He nodded, "Sure, you just let me know if you need me."

"Thanks Malcolm."

She grabbed her purse and coffee and headed toward the front. Malcolm watched her booty sway in his sweats, dick getting hard again. 

Good God, he thought to himself, she's going to be the death of me.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Seth blurted out, as soon as she stepped out of the double doors.

"What are you talking about?" Lara asked, looking at him stupidly, "What the fuck are you doing at my job?"

"Well, let's see—you didn't come to my apartment last night. You didn't go home. You didn't answer my calls. And now I show up here and you won't tell me where you've been?"

"Why do you care? You broke up with me last night!" she yelled, glaring at him. Where in the fuck did he get off trying to bully her? 

"You know I didn't mean it, Lara. I'm sorry," he said, trying to diffuse her anger. He moved toward her with his arms open, "I love you baby."

He tried to get closer to her, to touch her, hug her. His hand had just touched her shoulder when she jerked away and he froze.

"Whose clothes do you have on?" he said, staring at her chest. She looked down—State University Football was emblazoned across the front of the hoodie in green and gold letters. 

"Seth, just leave. I'm done with you. We're over, you said it yourself yesterday." She turned to walk back into the office, forgetting that the door was locked. She tugged on the door and Malcolm immediately stood and walked over to let her in.

Grayson? Who the fuck is Grayson? Seth thought to himself, grabbing Lara's arm as he read the name across the back of the sweatshirt. The door swung open and Lara was pulled inside. Seth rushed up and was stopped by the enormous black man he'd seen earlier.

"Seth, I think it's time for you to go. Lara doesn't have anything else to say to you."

"Yeah, whatever, she's a stupid slut. Fuck you and fuck her."

If Seth hadn't already sprinted back to his car, Malcolm would've broken his jaw. Instead, he turned to Lara. She was silent, clenching her fists. 

"Come on. I'll take you home."

Lara picked up her purse and walked through the door Malcolm held open for her. She waited while he locked up, looking around the parking lot to make sure Seth had gone. 

Malcolm wanted to hold her hand but she seemed too angry to console right now. He held the car door open for her and helped her in. He strode around to the driver's side and climbed in. They sat there in silence for a moment.

"Lara, I'm sorry."

She wiped her eyes and laughed, "Why are you apologizing?"

"I'm sorry he was such a dick to you."

"You know that's not your fault. I'm sorry you had to witness it."

"No big deal. Everybody has to deal with drama every once in a while."

He started the car and she reached over and took his hand. "Thank you for being so nice to me. I know you had better things to do on a Saturday."

"Anytime, Lara. And no, actually I didn't have anything better to do."

She smiled at him and he pulled out of the parking lot. They had driven for only a few minutes when he spoke again, "I don't have anything better to do tonight, either. How about we go out for a real dinner?"

"Malcolm, you don't have to do this. I mean, I'm free, but, are you sure?" she asked, nervously. 

"Why not? You're still without a car and now you'll be dodging an angry ex-boyfriend. Why not hang out with me, take your mind off of it? We both have to eat anyway, right?"

She smiled then, and accepted readily.

When he dropped her off, he walked her to the door, kissing her softly on her cheek. She turned her face so the kiss ended on her lips. 

"See you at 6?"

She nodded and went inside. He waited to hear the door lock and then he walked back to his truck, smiling.

It was 5:49 when Lara heard her doorbell ring. She was dressed except for shoes and had sprawled out on her loveseat to have a pre-dinner drink. She hurried to slide her feet in the wedge heels and smoothed her gray dress over her curves. She'd slicked her hair down and donned the enormous red chandelier earrings she'd yet to find the occasion to wear. She hoped she wasn't overdressed. 

She pulled the door open and looked up to see Seth standing on the porch.

She tried to slam the door but he stuck his foot in.

"You're fucking Malcolm Grayson? You fucking slut!"

She stumbled backward and nearly fell down, twisting her ankle.

He dropped and leaned over her, holding her hands over her head. 

"You know he raped a white woman? Does that shit turn you on, being forced by a black man? Did he rape you too, Lara? Or did you beg him to do it?"

"Shut up, Seth!" she screamed, but was secretly alarmed at what he was saying, "What do you mean? Get off me! GET OFF ME!"

Suddenly, Seth's weight was lifted from her. She struggled to sit up. She could see Malcolm in a suit holding Seth up against the wall in a choke hold.

"You fucking bastard, you better hope you didn't hurt her!" Malcolm growled in Seth's face. Seth was struggling to breathe.

"Lara," Malcolm asked softly, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm ok, Malcolm. You can let him go. Just make him leave." She finally stood but stumbled on the twisted ankle.

Malcolm's eyes narrowed when he saw her ankle but he let Seth go. Before Seth knew what hit him. Malcolm backhanded him brutally. Seth's head spun and he dropped to his knees. Malcolm picked him back up and pushed him out the front door. Seth staggered but stayed standing. 

"Get the fuck out of here."

Seth turned and ran toward his car, fumbled with the keys, finally got in and drove away. 

Malcolm hurried over to Lara and swept her up in his arms. She protested but didn't struggle—he sat her down on the couch and propped her ankle up on the ottoman. 

"You have ice, a bag of peas, something?" 

She nodded. He shuffled around in her freezer and came back with a bag of frozen peas and two drinks.

"Sorry, I saw the bottle on the counter," he said, shrugging and handing her the drink. He sat on the ottoman with her foot between his knees and balanced the icy veggies on her ankle.

"It's ok, I needed another one, apparently," she smiled at him, "I'm sorry again. I totally didn't expect this crazy routine from Seth. Especially since he broke up with me."

"I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

"But you shouldn't have to."

"You've never had a man to care of you the way they should, have you?"

Lara stopped, startled at what he'd just said. Her parents had been in a terrible car accident when she was in college and she'd lost them both. Nobody had taken care of her since that day. She'd always taken care of herself (and everybody else around her). She studied his eyes and saw nothing but compassion and desire.

She shook her head, refusing to let herself fall for this man. She thought it might be too late. Niggling thoughts of the rape accusations Seth had brought up stirred in her mind, but her mind wasn't ready to address any more drama tonight. 

"Malcolm, I think we better call it a night. I can barely walk and I know I won't be any fun."

"Lara, don't let him ruin our night."

She started to protest but he silenced her with a kiss. It deepened and Lara felt the familiar tingling that seemed to be ever-present whenever she was with Malcolm. 

He gently cupped her cheek and she put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She lost herself in the kiss—Seth forgotten, ankle forgotten, Lara fumbled forward and let go of his neck; she nearly tore the front of his pants open. Before he could say a word, she'd scooted forward on the couch and pulled her dress up around her waist. No panties. Malcolm's dick went from semi-hard to rock-hard in a split second. 

She put her hands around his neck again and pulled him forward. Seconds later, he was pounding her pussy and she was screaming. 

"Oh God, oh Malcolm, oh God!"

She screamed incoherently and her thighs shuddered around his hips. Seconds later, Malcolm joined her, unable to focus on anything outside of the incredible sensation of his dick in her pussy. 

They both rested, freshened up, and Malcolm helped her limp out to the Suburban. Dinner was laid back—it wasn't so much a sexual tension that pervaded the atmosphere, but more like a sensuality. They were both already sated and were both already fully aware of what they were capable of doing together. They teased, laughed, got to know each other. Lara continued to push Seth's accusations about Malcolm raping someone to the back of her mind. She forced herself not to believe Seth's jealous lies. 

After dinner, Malcolm took Lara home and she invited him in. She poured more drinks and he turned on some music. They'd both taken off their shoes and Malcolm forced Lara to let him examine her ankle to make sure she was ok—minimal swelling and she seemed to be walking fine. She scoffed and acted like it was no big deal, but was secretly satisfied that he was taking care of her again. 

Malcolm eventually pulled Lara up so they were standing in the middle of her living room. She thought maybe he was ready to leave, but he pulled her in a close embrace, bringing her hands to the back of his neck, placing his own hands low on her waist. They slow danced like they were at a high school prom, sneaking a kiss here, a feel there. Lara could feel Malcolm's hardness pressing into her soft belly, felt his hands roaming lower and lower on her ass. She stroked the back of his head and neck, grazing down the tops of his shoulders and back up. They sang to each other and laughed at their silliness. Stolen kisses turned into full-fledged necking and it wasn't long before Malcolm had Lara's leg hitched up, grinding his hard dick into her pussy. They finally made their way to her bedroom. 

Lara's concern about what Seth had told her earlier still hadn't let up. She'd pushed it aside all evening but couldn't take it. She knew it was a completely inappropriate moment, but took advantage of the pause as they undressed to broach the subject with Malcolm.

"Hey, I have to talk to you about something," she started, her dress unzipped but draped over her breasts. 

Malcolm looked up at her, "I don't have a condom, I figured it was already too late to worry about but I promise you, I'm clean. You're on the pill right?"

Lara's eyes widened. She had forgotten all about that—it completely took her mind off the rape accusations Seth claims Malcolm had been the recipient of.

"Um, no, I'm not on the pill. Fuck. Malcolm, I never had to worry about it before—I've never had unprotected sex before. Do you think I'm pregnant?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed, worried now.

"Seriously? What was all that 'cum in my pussy' shit from the other night, Lara?" Malcolm sat down next to her, putting his head in his hands. 

"I'm sorry, I was caught up in the moment. You make me illogical and irresponsible, Malcolm. And besides, I revised the request and said in my mouth, didn't I?"

He smirked that little smirk that she was starting to love, "Yeah, but it was too late then. I wanted to feel your hot and wet pussy the whole time I was shooting." He caressed her thigh, sex on his mind once again.

"And yeah," he continued, "I guess you could be pregnant. How would you feel about that?"

She shrugged her shoulders. She didn't want to seem too excited. The thought of Malcolm's baby growing in her belly made her nearly giddy. Again, she didn't want to get her hopes up.

Malcolm paused. He wasn't expecting the shrug—he wanted her to be happy. He would be thrilled if Lara was pregnant. He was 34 years old and hadn't had a child yet. He loved his nephew and nieces to death and was ready to be a father himself. He was well off, educated, had a nice home, and was ready to be committed to the woman he loved. But not if she wasn't ready. He sighed. 

"Well, since you're not sure, go get some Vaseline."

"Why do you need Vaseline?"

"Are you questioning me Lara?" he said in his authoritative voice.

She meekly shook her head 'no' and headed to the master bath. She came back with a small tub and handed it to him. He pulled her into his embrace and pushed her dress the rest of the way off. 

He kissed her, hard.

God, Lara thought, I love when he does this dominant shit. Her pussy throbbed—but at the mention of Vaseline, her ass was tingling in anticipation as well. She'd always been curious about anal but Seth acted like it was dirty. She'd been too shy to broach the subject with any of her previous boyfriends. She'd lubed up her ass herself a couple of times, sticking her slimmest dildo in and felt all kinds of sensations. She'd been too scared to continue and it was difficult to keep up the penetration herself—she would get caught up in the feeling and forget to keep the dildo moving. She'd given up.

His tongue darted in and out of her mouth and she moaned. He pulled away and pushed her down on the bed.

"Roll over."

She turned face down on the bed. She was suddenly afraid it was going to hurt.

"Malcolm, what are you going to do? Is it going to hurt—I mean—" 

"Shut up!" he yelled at her. "Now get on your knees, face down."

She crouched on all fours and slowly lowered her face toward the bed. Malcolm pressed the small of her back until it arched. He cocked her ass up in the air. He spread her knees apart.

"Don't move."

For at least a full minute, Lara lie there, not moving. Her heart was racing, waiting for the inevitable. She couldn't feel or hear Malcolm. And then suddenly, he was there. 




Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 02



Or at least his tongue was there—it nuzzled deep into the fold of skin just above her clit and started a slow lick upward, across her clit, her pussy, and on up to her ass. When his tongue grazed across her asshole, she gasped. He stopped, waited again until she wasn't expecting it and did it again. He did this ten, fifteen times and then tongue turned into finger. The finger was coated with the Vaseline and it circled her asshole slowly.

She's actually going along with this, Malcolm thought, smirking to himself—I've gotta make this shit good. 

Lara was having an out-of-body experience. The strong, independent woman that she prided herself on being was floating somewhere up there near the ceiling, watching the meek, submissive girl she'd become on her knees in her bed. Seth had often tried to put his dick in her ass. "Just let me put the head in," he'd say, practically begging. It never happened. He seemed pathetic and she hadn't been willing to bow down to such a weak man. She'd never realized why she'd refused him before now—she'd always been curious. Having Malcolm dominate her, take what he wanted without asking, force her to submit to him, hell, that's the only way she could do it. 

Malcolm's finger put pressure on the tiny, pink indentation until it slowly slid in. It was so tightly clenched, he could barely move his finger. He used his other hand to softly stroke her clit. Her hips began to slowly roll and her asshole relaxed. He started moving it in and out. 

"Relax, Lara," Malcolm whispered, "Just relax. The more relaxed you are, the better this is going to feel."

Lara took a deep breath and let her body go to mush. She trusted Malcolm not to hurt her—everything he'd ever done had only made her feel good.

"Good girl," he said, smiling. His finger was going in and out more easily now. He started stroking her clit with his other hand and added another finger to her ass. It slid in without much resistance. 

Malcolm spent a good twenty minutes getting her asshole ready. His dick wasn't freak-show huge, but it was nowhere near average. He wanted to make sure she didn't want to stop once he started putting it in. 

Lara's pussy lips were swollen, throbbing. The pressure in her ass felt sinful and divine. She was so open, so relaxed. She was nearly in tears with desire.

"Please, Malcolm, just put it in my pussy, just for a minute."

"Just for a minute?" he teased, licking around her asshole and slowly sliding three fingers in. "That's all?"

"Please, Malcolm. I'm ready."

Malcolm pulled away from her and then kneeled behind her, dick in hand. He rubbed it up and down between her pussy lips and then slowly slid in. Her pussy had never felt tighter, yet more ready to accept his full length. They both groaned. Lara reached underneath herself and found her clit, it too, swollen and throbbing. Malcolm pressed into her a few times, she slowly stroked her clit, and then she was screaming.

"Ahhh, shit, shit SHIT, MALCOLM!" she sucked in a breath, "Yesthatsitoohgodimcomingimcoming...."

He kept the slow pace while she writhed beneath him. Her high pitched chant turned into a low, guttural moan; they rocked and rocked until her body collapsed beneath him and she shook with sobs.

He made me cry. Dear God, the man has made me come so hard I cried. Lara thought, unashamed of the emotions she was experiencing. When she'd collapsed, he'd come down with her, chest against her back, groin still grinding into her from behind, legs intertwined, and arms cradling her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and she turned her head. He reached up with one hand to wipe her tears and then leaned forward to kiss her. It was a stretch, but she was able to twist her head just enough to meet his lips with her own. It was a sloppy, dominating kiss. She let him kiss her, lick her, bite her lip gently. And then he pulled away.

"You ready to take this dick in your ass?"

She looked him dead in his eye. "Yes, daddy."

I'm gonna fall in love, Malcolm thought, his dick shuddering when she said that. I'm gonna fall in love with this thick, fine, white bitch. MY thick, fine, white bitch. And then he realized he'd said the last part out loud.

"Yes, daddy, YOUR thick, fine, white bitch," Lara murmured, "I'm ready for your dick."

Malcolm pulled out before he nutted in her pussy again. He was so close, he didn't know how he was going to last squeezing into her tight ass. He stood up.

"Get up."

She rose back up on all fours.

"Now stand up."

She crawled to the end of the bed and swung around so she could stand. Her legs were weak and her ankle was still tender, but she stood obediently. He took her hand and walked her into the bathroom. 

Lara's bathroom was her sanctuary—it was done in blue-gray and white, twin pedestal sinks were on the left wall. A mirror hung just above the chair rail, all the way to the far wall, where another door led to a small toilet stall. The far wall had a good-sized window and a claw foot tub was arranged catty-corner between it and the huge, glassed-in shower. The shower was just across from the sinks and then a linen closet connected to a dressing area and then her regular closet. Nice, Malcolm thought. He could definitely pamper Lara in here. But that was going to have to wait. 

"Lean over the sink and spread 'em."

Lara did as she was told and looked at herself and then Malcolm in the mirror. He sauntered up behind her and squeezed her ass before deftly finding the puckered, pink hole again. 

Perfect, Malcolm thought, lining his dick head up to her asshole. He could see that she was tensing up and he paused for a moment. He kissed the back of her neck and then massaged her shoulders.

"Relax, baby. Just relax. I don't want to hurt you."

Lara nodded and forced herself to relax again.

"Now, look at me in the mirror. I want you to see what you do to me. I want you to see me while I'm putting it in."

Lara focused on his face. She was leaning on her arms draped around the edges of the sink. She could feel him moving his dick up and down her crack and then felt pressure. She took a deep breath and stared at his face.

"That's it, so good," Malcolm said, head falling back as his dickhead slid into her ass. Teeth clenched, he sucked in a breath. He waited, letting both of them adjust. He hadn't been prepared for how good this was going to feel. He finally was able to focus again and he looked at Lara. Her reflection was smiling at him, in obvious pleasure. She tried to hide the smile when she saw him looking, but hell, he didn't care. He was in heaven. She could do or say whatever the fuck she wanted, as long as she left his dick where it was. 

Lara felt powerful now—who knew? Put a dick in my ass, and I feel like I've tamed the beast, she thought to herself. Then she pushed her ass back at him, sliding his dick further in. 

"Fuck me!" Malcolm yelled, hands bracing himself on her hips.

"That's what I'm trying to do," Lara said, teasing. His dick was filling her up, hot, heavy, and hard. 

"You're gonna kill me, woman!" Malcolm said, grinning at her. She pushed further and suddenly, his balls pressed into her bottom. 

"Mm, mm, mmm, look at those cheeks," Malcolm murmured, pointing at the reflection of her face. Her eyes looked bright, lips swollen from being thoroughly kissed, and the apples of her cheeks were splotched with red. She smiled. 

"You are so pretty, Lara. Beautiful. Damn, so beautiful."

Lara was on cloud nine. 

"Now, watch us while I fuck your ass."

Once again, Lara felt like she was going crazy. Sex with Malcolm was so intense, so deep, so fulfilling. It seemed like all the other sex she'd ever had meant nothing. Nobody had ever made her feel the way he did. And she stayed bent over that sink. Malcolm started off slow, but by the time they were both ready to come, he was pounding away. He had his arms under her torso, kneading and pulling on her breasts. Lara tilted her hips so that every time his dick bottomed out in her ass, his balls smacked against her clit. They came together, her chanting and moaning and squirting all over her gray tile floor and him bellowing again like some Neanderthal warrior, unloading into her bowels. 

He slid out of her ass with a plop and she turned, kissing him fervently. 

"You keep that up," Malcolm muttered against her mouth, "You're going to have me ready to go again." 

She laughed, pulling him into the walk-in shower, "I wouldn't mind. But let's shower first. And maybe we can get in the bed, my legs are so weak, I'm going to fall down."

They both stood under the spray, letting the hot water penetrate—Malcolm didn't want to admit it, but Lara had worn him out. They washed each other, scrubbed backs and feet, soaped up breasts and butts, he lathered up her short, silky spikes of hair and she smoothed shampoo into neatly tapered, almost buzzed hair on his head and face. They dried off, lotion-ed up, and again climbed into bed together naked. 

They curled into each other again, her ass fitting perfectly into his groin, his arm nestled just under her breasts, legs tangled together. 

"I like you, Lara. A lot." Malcolm whispered into her hair. Lara stroked his arm.

"I like you a lot too, Malcolm. Probably more than I should," she confessed. 

He squeezed her closer and sighed contentedly.

"I know you have been wondering about what Seth said to you tonight. I kept waiting for you to ask me. Don't you want to know if it's true?"

Lara tensed and then pushed away from him and then rolled over so she could look him in the eye.

"You didn't rape anybody."

Malcolm was kind of shocked. He hadn't expected her to react like that.

"Wow, that's not the reaction I usually get," Malcolm stated, "Don't you want to know what happened though?"

"Of course, I want to know what happened. I want to know why somebody would say such a thing about you. But I don't want you to think I need you to explain yourself to me. Or make me believe."

She reached up to run her hand over his bristly jaw, "I believe that you're too good to hurt someone like that. You've been too kind, gentle, and patient with me for me to ever believe you'd do something like that."

"Are you always so trusting, Lara?" Malcolm asked, warily. He had expected accusations and demands for an explanation. Not total acceptance of his innocence. 

"Actually, I'm not. I mean, I always want to give people the benefit of the doubt. But I also like to trust my gut. And my gut says you're a good guy."

Malcolm smiled and reached for her, turning her back around so she was pressed up against him again.

"I like your gut," he said, pinching the soft skin of her belly.

"Malcolm! Stop it! That's not funny!" she said, pushing his hand away, but laughing just the same.

"I do! I swear. I like everything about you, Lara."

"Mmm, I've never felt this way before, ever," She replied, cuddling back into him.

"Ok, here goes," Malcolm took a deep breath and then sighed. And then he told her everything.

It took a while. She didn't fall asleep, didn't interrupt. He could feel her breathing. Every once in a while she'd stroke his arm. She tensed up when he explained his relationship with Samantha. Her leg jerked as he explained the accusations and the purpose behind them. She inhaled deeply as he described the trial, nearly holding her breath until he explained he'd beaten all charges. Felt her fists tighten as he explained nearly losing his license anyway. Stroked his arm again when he told her how he'd lost his job. And turned to hug him when it was over. 

Besides his family, his sister, brother, and mother, Malcolm had never told the entire story to anyone else before. He nearly stopped several times telling it to Lara just now. But something kept him going. 

"I'm sorry that you were treated like that Malcolm," Lara said, quietly, "But I'm so glad you are who you are and you're here with me now."

"Me too, Lara. Me too."

The next morning, Malcolm woke Lara with a kiss.

"I've gotta go—I'll see you this afternoon, 'kay?"

Lara rolled over and looked at Malcolm, fully dressed leaning over her bed.

And without fear, without hesitation, without feeling like he was running away, Lara smiled and said, "'Kay." She knew, without a doubt, that he'd be back.



Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 03



Lara just knew that sex with Malcolm couldn't be utterly earth-shattering every time. So she braced herself each time for something a little more "normal." Apparently, earth-shattering WAS normal for Malcolm Grayson. In the week that followed, they'd spent nearly every night together and she'd decided she was the luckiest woman in the world. She'd never felt so close to someone on so many levels—and so completely happy and satisfied.

Malcolm couldn't get enough of Lara. He'd worried that she'd think he was taking up all of her time, coming on too strong, but she seemed as eager as he was to make plans with him. And his dick had a mind of its own lately. He'd watch Lara before they got in bed, rubbing in her hand cream, glasses askew, hair a mess; and his dick would get hard. He saw her on the phone at work, twirling the cord between her fingers, blowing her bangs off her forehead; and his dick got hard. He loved the quirkiest things about her (and was dangerously close to being plain-old, head-over-heels in love with her). He felt like she got him, understood him like nobody else ever had.

"So, I had an interesting phone call this morning."

Malcolm looked up from his paperwork to see Lara standing in his office door. It was a few minutes before 5pm on Friday and he was just about finished with the motion he needed to file the next week. 

"Oh yeah?" he said, continuing to make notes but grinning, "Tell me about it while I finish this, I'm listening."

"Well," she began, sauntering in and seating herself in one of the high-backed chairs that faced him, "I answered the phone and a woman said, 'Is this Lara Spencer?' I told her yes and she immediately asked me if I was coming with you to the birthday party tomorrow. I was confused, of course, and asked her 'what birthday party?'"

Malcolm looked up at her again, eyebrow raised. "Shit. Lia and Mia's birthday party is tomorrow?"

"She got a little agitated then, saying she was gonna go off on you when she sees you," Lara said, eyeing him coyly, "I told her that I would talk to you this afternoon and remind you to RSVP."

"Good, sorry about that—when Misha doesn't get what she wants ASAP, she finds a way around it. I was going to invite you; I thought it was next weekend though."

Lara frowned and recrossed her legs. "Are you sure you want me to go? I know it's a family thing and it may be too soon."

"No, I definitely want you to go, as long as you're cool with it. What else did Misha say?"

"Well, when I told her I'd remind you to RSVP, she said, 'RSVP? My ass. It's at 3pm tomorrow and y'all both better be there.' Then she gave me the address."

Malcolm shook his head and organized the folders on his desk, finished with his work. "So what did you say?"

"Hell, I said "yes, ma'am," what do you think I said?" Lara said, laughing, "Was she a drill sergeant?"

Malcolm just shook his head and smiled, "No, but she could've been. Do you mind if we stop by and pick up some gifts while we're out tonight?"

"Of course not," Lara said, "They're turning 3, right?"

"Yep, my baby girls are not babies anymore."

"You're so sweet," Lara said as they walked to their cars, hand in hand.

"Come in, come in," Cedric said, holding the front door open for Lara and Malcolm, "Good to see you again Lara, how's the Maxima?"

"Running just fine, Cedric, good to see you too."

"What up, Ced?" Malcolm asked, pulling his brother in for a manly hug.

"Dodging these crumb-snatchers," Cedric said, chuckling, "You ever been attacked by a mob of 3 year olds?"

"Is that Malcolm and Lara?" Misha yelled from the kitchen.

"Stop all that yellin' woman!" Malcolm yelled back to her.

"You hush," she said as she bustled out of the kitchen, "I can't believe Uncle Malcolm nearly forgot the babies' birthday." She smacked his arm as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek.

"Lara, it is so nice to meet you!" she said smiling, "I've heard nothing but good things from baby bro here."

"Nice to meet you too, Misha!" the women embraced but were pushed apart by a parade of kids that ran through the house.

"Sorry about that," Misha said, yelling for the kids to stop running, "Come on in the kitchen, everything is just about ready."

Lara allowed herself to be led away by Malcolm's sister, falling into conversation easily. Lara met several more family members, Malcolm's mother, his aunts and uncles, a mob of cousins, and several other couples that Misha and Cedric were friends with. Apparently, word of Malcolm's "girlfriend" had spread like wildfire through the family—everyone wanted to know all about her. Despite the interrogation and plethora of new faces, Lara didn't feel overwhelmed. She had just as many questions for these people that loved Malcolm. She was just amazed that she'd been involved with Malcolm for a week and already she was being so warmly welcomed into his family.

There were a buffet table full of appetizers and finger foods, pitchers of sweet tea, and a huge decorated cake. The party easily transitioned from food to cake to gifts to games. By 7pm, the younger kids were tuckered out—those parents were saying an early goodnight. Misha and Cedric's son had invited another 7 year old and they were happily situated in front of the TV in his room playing a video game. 

The few remaining adults were enjoying a drink and everyone had made their way to the family room. Malcolm was sitting with his uncle and Cedric, playing dominoes at the dining room table. He was distracted by Lara. She was sitting on the couch with his mother, Misha, and an auntie. She was talking animatedly, he could tell by her hands and facial expressions. He could only hear a little of the conversation. He tried to focus on the game.

"Oh, you'll have to ask him that, Mrs. Grayson," Lara said, stealing a glance at Malcolm, "I think it might be a little soon for that." He raised his eyebrow, obviously having heard her comment. She shook her head and focused on his mother once again. She'd just asked Lara if Malcolm was in love with her yet.

"So, he told you about the shit that went down in Cincy, right?" Misha asked her bluntly.

"Misha, stop all that cussin'!" Mrs. Grayson scolded, "He told you what that girl accused him of though, didn't he?"

Lara eyes widened a bit, but she nodded.

"What did you say when he told you?" his aunt asked. The three women leaned closer toward Lara, waiting skeptically for her response.

"Well, y'all know him better than I do, but it was obvious to me that he's not capable of doing anything so evil," Lara said, honestly. The three women nodded—Misha smiled. Lara continued, "I mean, he's been nothing but 100% sweet with me."

That drew a cackle of laughter from Misha, and she responded loudly, teasing so Malcolm could hear, "Sweet? My brother?"

"Hey, hey," he said, washing the dominoes, "You're not supposed to talk about me while I'm not there to defend myself."

Misha leaned in again, whispering this time, "That bitch just about did him in. He hasn't been involved with a woman since. That's why we've all been so eager to meet you."

"Well, it's been kind of sudden," Lara explained, "Malcolm has definitely been a nice surprise."

Mrs. Grayson looked over at her son, joking and laughing with Cedric, and closed her eyes. She reopened them and spoke softly to Lara, "He deserves some happiness. He's a good man."

Misha stood to go clean up the kitchen and Lara joined her. As they walked by the men at the table, Misha squeezed her husband's shoulders, then playfully squeezed the back of Malcolm's neck. He hunched over, elbowing her away. 

Lara smiled, loving the camaraderie the siblings shared. She adored his entire family. Misha, loud and bossy, was perfectly matched to Cedric, the quiet but protective one. Mrs. Grayson was so nurturing and kind—she'd not stopped smiling at Lara since they'd met. And his nieces and nephew were adorable and definitely the most polite children she'd ever met. He was so lucky.

"Are you okay?" Malcolm asked as they were driving back to his place. Lara had been unusually quiet and he was worried somebody had said something to upset her.

"Yeah," she said, "I'm fine."

He glanced over and realized she was wiping tears away. 

"Don't cry," he said, reaching over to squeeze her hand, "What's wrong? Did Misha say something? I swear to God—"

"No!" Lara interrupted, "Everything was perfect—is perfect. I'm just being a baby."

"About what?"

Lara sighed, feeling vulnerable.

They pulled into his apartment complex and he parked but made no move to get out of the truck. He turned and tilted her chin so she'd have to look at him. The tears made her eyes sparkle and the lashes stick together thickly. He used a thumb to wipe them away.

"Your family is so great," she started, "It just reminded me how much I wish I had a family like that. Or a family at all."

He opened the door then and walked around to her side. He held the door open for her and helped her out. As soon as she stood, he pulled her into a hug. She sighed, never having felt so protected in all her life, and clung to him.

This wasn't a sexual embrace—it was a comfort, a promise of sorts.

"You're not alone, Lara."

"I know."

She lay there in the dark, nestled up against Malcolm and couldn't help but get emotional again. He hadn't demanded or even asked for anything from her that night. He put in a movie and covered her up with a blanket on his couch. He showered and came out in pajama pants, sitting at her feet until the movie ended. She followed him into his room, took a shower of her own, and then pulled on one of his t-shirts to sleep in. They crawled into bed together—he wrapped an arm around her, kissed her on the lips then forehead and held her hand while he fell asleep.

Something was tugging on him. Gently. Insistently. He was dreaming. Wasn't he? Yes, he was dreaming about Lara. He could feel her tugging at him slowly, her hand, her lips, her tongue. Jesus, he hadn't had a dream like this in a while. He felt her other hand braced against his thigh, slurping noises pulling him from the dream just a bit. His head was clearing but the sensations were the same.

Fuck! He groaned, feeling the pressure rise up in his balls, knew his dick was rock hard in her mouth. He opened his eyes. This was not a dream.

Lara woke up wanting Malcolm. Not necessarily to have sex with him (though she would have, had he been awake). But she wanted him. She could feel his morning erection pressed against her butt but knew he was still snoring softly. She rolled him on his back and took his dick in her hand. It pulsed gently and hardened even more. She looked up at him to be sure he was still asleep and then leaned forward, licking the head like a lollipop. He tensed, but continued to breathe deeply, eyes closed. She started moving her mouth and tongue up and down over his dick, moving her hand in tandem along the shaft. She used her other hand to hold herself up and could feel his hips start to move with her strokes.

It wasn't long before his hips started bucking and his eyes flashed open, immediately locking with hers. He reached forward and held her head still, forcing more of his dick more deeply in her throat. She was nearly gagging with each stroke, but she held on so he could come.

"Aaarrraaghh!!! Yes, baby, ooh fuck, FUCK!!!" he bellowed, tensing and unloading all in Lara's mouth. Her soft tongue continued to lap against his sensitive flesh and he grunted and pushed in and out each time another stream of sperm shot out.

She didn't let up, holding his softening dick in her mouth, licking it clean. She could taste him, smell him—she finally pulled her mouth away and swallowed.

She slid her body up his until she could lay her head on his shoulder. He was still trying to catch his breath but wrapped his arms loosely around her.

"Good morning," she whispered against his neck.

"Good morning," he said, still panting slowly, "You're going to be the death of me, Lara Spencer."

She shook her head and relaxed against him, pulling the covers over them both.

"What a way to go," he whispered back, at her temple.

Several weeks passed, and Lara knew she was in love. Her life had blended so perfectly with Malcolm's that she felt like they'd always been together. She was utterly and completely blissful. So when the copper-haired Victoria's Secret model look-a-like walked into the office, she was totally unprepared for what happened next. Lara overheard her speaking to the receptionist on her way to the copy room.

"I'm here to see Malcolm Grayson," the woman said, her voice sharp and commanding, "Can you please tell him Samantha McGregor and her attorney are here?"

"Yes, just a minute, Ms. McGregor. Please have a seat."

Lara could see the woman in a navy skirt and jacket in the reception area. She swept her shoulder-length hair to the side as she perched on the edge of a chair. Her legs crossed seductively and her pouty lips were frowning. Her attorney was an attractive older Hispanic man in a gray suit—he was leaning toward her, speaking quietly.

Lara almost didn't give the woman another thought—she knew she was here to see Malcolm, but he dealt with clients every day. They weren't usually so beautiful, but she wasn't worried. She lugged the file to the copy machine and got busy. She absent-mindedly glanced out the door to see Malcolm striding past, toward Mr. Singer's office. She stepped to the doorway just in time to see the door close behind Malcolm. 

"Strange," Lara muttered to herself. If Malcolm had a client waiting, why would he be disappearing into Singer's office? She continued making copies and was startled to see both Singer and Malcolm walk past the copy room again. She trotted over to the doorway again. This time, she saw Malcolm and Mr. Singer heading into Malcolm's office. She saw the copper-headed woman sitting there as well, just as the door closed. Lara was usually not so worried about the goings-on in the office, but there was something about Samantha McGregor that raised red flags.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Malcolm said to himself when the receptionist buzzed to announce his visitor. He'd acted on impulse when he asked the receptionist to show them into his office and he took off like a shot to consult with Mr. Singer as soon as he hung the phone up. There was no way in hell he was going to be locked in an office with her and her attorney without another witness—Mr. Singer knew a bit about his previous issues and he wanted to make sure Samantha knew he wasn't playing games. He quickly knocked on Singer's door and pushed it open.

"Mr. Singer, I apologize, but I need to discuss something with you quickly."

He briefly explained and Mr. Singer stood and pulled his jacket on as they both walked out of the office.

"What the fuck is she doing here, Grayson?" Singer asked, whispering as they walked down the hallway.

"Sir, I don't have the slightest idea. I just didn't want to be in a room with the bitch without another witness."

"Smart thinking—let's go see what she wants."

"Ms. McGregor, Mr. Rodriguez, this is Christopher Singer," Malcolm started as he headed for the chair behind his desk. Mr. Singer shook hands with both Samantha and Mr. Rodriguez before pulling another chair over to sit to Malcolm's right. 

"What can I do for you?" Malcolm said, folding his hands on the desk in front of him.

"Well," Mr. Rodriguez began, "My client wanted to discuss the matter of a paternity test, as well as subsequent child support payments for a child she attests that you fathered. We wanted to bring the matter to your attention before continuing on with the appropriate legal actions."

"You deceitful, petty bitch."

"Mr. Grayson, calm down," Mr. Singer said, his shock apparent but slowly disappearing from his face, "Mr. Rodriguez, surely a face-to-face visit was unnecessary, if not damn-near inappropriate, considering the background of the situation."

"My client wanted to be as civil as possible, since she and Mr. Grayson are now the parents to a 1 year old child."

"Serve me with the papers. I'll take the goddamned paternity test. But your brat isn't mine."

"Malcolm, she is your daughter. Her name is Sasha Elaine Grayson," Samantha held up a picture of a chubby little girl with a honey-colored complexion, brown eyes, and a shock of muted copper hair. She slid it across the desk to him. He swiped it onto the floor.

"Get out."

"We'll be sending the paperwork over for the paternity test," Mr. Rodriguez advised, "Once that is confirmed, we will set something up to discuss child support. Thank you for your time." He stood and Mr. Singer hurried around to open the door. Samantha stood as well, smoothing her skirt. Then she leaned over the desk where Malcolm still sat, eyes shooting daggers.

"I knew I was going to make you pay one day," she whispered, smiling. Then she walked away.

"Of all the unprofessional, devious, bullshit excuses to bring a client into an office," Mr. Singer said, exasperated, falling into one of the chairs.

"Thanks for sitting through that with me," Malcolm said, rubbing his temples, "I thought this shit was over."

"How'd you land that one?"

"Just lucky, I guess. If I had to do it over, I'd never have touched her. It wasn't worth it."

"Pussy never is, Grayson."

He looked up at his boss to see him smirking. 

"Get it taken care of and let me know if you need anything. I've gotta be in court in a couple of hours."

"Thanks, sir."

Malcolm said he wasn't feeling well—he'd seemed to be a in a terrible mood. So when she suggested he go home and she'd stay at her own place that night, she wasn't too concerned when he easily accepted. They both deserved a little alone time, every once in a while. Malcolm headed over to Misha and Cedric's for dinner. Lara headed to Walgreens.

"That fucking cunt!" Misha yelled, "She had the nerve to just show up at your job?"

"Calm down, Misha," Cedric said, "This isn't about you."

"Yeah, she just walked in with her attorney and dropped the bomb. I'm supposedly the father of her child. She leaned over the desk and told me she knew she'd make me pay one day."

"That whore had the unmitigated gall to tell you that?" Misha asked, livid with rage, "I'ma whoop her ass!"

"Misha, don't talk all that tough shit," Malcolm said wearily, "I don't think it's mine. I was always careful with her—I used a condom nearly every time. She was always trying to catch me without one, but I was pretty diligent."

"It only takes one time, bro," Cedric said, pondering the situation, "What did Lara say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"What?!" Misha said, flying off the handle again, "Why the fuck not? She deserves to know, Malcolm. This will affect her life too."

"I don't know—I"

"You need to march your ass home right now and tell her."

"I can't just—I mean—I"

"What are you trying to say?" Misha said, reaching out to hold her brother's hands, "What are you scared of Baby Bro?"

"She might leave me." His voice cracked at the end, like he was trying to hold back his emotions.

Cedric shook his head and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. He knew what he was going through. He couldn't bear the thought of Misha walking out on him.

"Aw, Malcolm," Misha said, pulling him in for a hug, "I've never seen you like this. You love Lara."

"I do, Misha. I love her. I can't risk her leaving. And I don't want to drag her into my mess."

"Malcolm, I don't know Lara like you do. But I can tell, she loves you too," MIsha explained, "And I think it'd take a lot more than this to ever push her away. Matter of fact, I bet she'd be more ready to whoop the bitch's ass than I was."

Malcolm smiled, taking a deep breath. His sister was right. He was going to get this over with. With Lara by his side, he knew he'd be able to face Samantha and her evil schemes. 




Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 03



Thank God she'd bought the three-pack. The first plus sign was a fluke. There was no way it was accurate. She was chugging a bottle of water reading the back of the box: "97% accurate" it displayed.

"Shit."

Twenty minutes and two bottles of water later, Lara crouched over the toilet, peeing on the second stick. She balanced it on the back of the toilet while she wiped and pulled her pants up. Okay, two minutes.

Positive. She slid down the side of the bathroom wall and put her head between her knees, taking slow, deep breaths.

"I'm pregnant."

She waited to feel...nervous? Excited? Panicked?

Definitely nervous. Maybe excited. Panicked? No, not panicked. 

Hopeful. She felt hopeful. She was going to have a baby. With a man she loved. 

She couldn't wait to tell Malcolm. Luckily, she didn't have long to wait—she heard her front door open and Malcolm called out to her.

"Lara?" he said, walking through the living room and kitchen, "Where are you?"

She rushed out of the bathroom, pregnancy test still in her hand. She'd been unable to let go of it.

"Hey," she said, nearly skipping down the hallway, "What are you doing? I didn't think you were coming over tonight."

He leaned in to kiss her and just as their lips touched, he noticed her hand. He pulled away and grabbed it from her.

She stood there, frozen, waiting for his reaction.

She's pregnant, Malcolm thought. The woman I want is pregnant. I had to deal with news of Samantha's baby and now I find out that Lara is pregnant. God, I can't tell her about Samantha tonight. We've got to celebrate, I'm so happy! The news about Samantha can wait. The confused look on his face turned into pure joy as he swept Lara up in his arms, spinning her around.

"Oh my God, Lara, a baby? We're having a baby?" he laughed, and sat Lara back on her feet so he could kiss her, "I love you, Lara."

Lara thought her heart might burst; it was so filled up at that moment. She kissed Malcolm back, "I love you too."

Their kisses turned more urgent. They hastily pulled clothes off, stumbled out of shoes, Lara pushed Malcolm up against the hallway wall. 

"Tell me you love me again," she crooned in his ear, nibbling and sucking down the strong cords of his neck.

"I love you, Lara."

She kissed his chest and moved his hand so it cupped her vagina.

"I love you, Lara."

She grabbed his dick and led him into the kitchen, softly squeezing and jacking him along the way.

"Kitchen?"

He shrugged his shoulders and kissed her. They walked, still locked in their embrace toward the living room.

"Living room?"

He shrugged his shoulders again and licked her neck.

They were still kissing each other, hot and heavy when they both glanced to the side and looked through the sliding glass door at her deck. It was dark out but the moonlight and her sparse landscape lights left the deck and part of the yard softly lit.

"No, it's November!" Lara protested, "It's too cold!" Malcolm had a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Malcolm, my neighbors will see us! They'll hear us!" she was scared, but that little bit of fear turned her on even more.

"Get a blanket. And put your shoes on."

"But Malcolm—I"

"Shut the fuck up and get the blanket."

Lara felt a rush at his dominance and immediately submitted, scurrying off to find a thick blanket and shoes. She met him at the doorway, his thick erection rising up between them. He led her outside, their shoes the only sound in the cool night.

Her nipples immediately pebbled and goose bumps adorned her completely exposed skin. When Malcolm left the safety of the deck with the blanket she almost protested—she quickly changed her mind, not wanting to disappoint him.

Her backyard was fenced in, honeysuckle grown all around the chain link fence. She realized that someone would almost have to walk right up to the fence and peer over to see. But it could happen.

He spoke just loud enough for her to hear, "Come here."

She didn't hesitate to walk off the deck and across the grass all the way to the back corner, under the tallest tree in the backyard. She shivered softly.

"On your knees," he said, pointing to the blanket, "And bend over."

Watching her confidently cross the backyard butt-ass naked had Malcolm's blood pumping even faster and harder. His dick throbbed. He knew the thrill of being caught excited her, and that excited him.

He knelt behind her, her big white ass nearly glowing in the moonlight. The chocolate brown of his hand stood out as he kneaded her cheeks. If anybody did see them, it'd look like she was being ravaged from behind by a shadow.

He knew she was already wet so he slid his dick in her pussy in one smooth motion. She grunted and he chuckled. 

"Your neighbors are going to hear you."

She was silent then as he moved back and forth inside her.

"Face down. And play with your clit."

She maneuvered so her face was against the blanket, her ass cocked in the air, and she reached a hand underneath herself to find the sensitive nub.

"Ooooh Godddd," she moaned. 

"Throw it back at me," he said between clenched teeth, "C'mon, throw that fat, white ass back at this dick." This wasn't going to take long at all. Just as soon as she catches her nut.

She bounced her ass against his crotch, dick still pounding in and out. She was whimpering softly. He knew that when she stopped making coherent sentences, that's when she was close. He smiled, satisfied with the knowledge that he knew this private quirk about her.

"Oh shit, fuck me, ah, God, I feel that dick in my belly," she moaned, pussy gripping him like a vise. He shifted position and the spongy head of his dick started pushing at her G-spot. "My dick is sliding up there with my baby, huh?" he said, thrilled again with the idea that his child was inside her. "My baby," he growled in her ear, "My pussy. This is MY PUSSY!" 

That's when she lost it. "Eeee, ohGodthatsit! FuckMalcolmfuck! Itsyourpussy...itsyourpussy...ITSYOURPUSSY!!!"

A dog starting barking its head off and the backyard next door flooded with light. So much for being quiet, Malcolm thought, steadily pounding into her as she shuddered around him. Her gush of fluid took him over the edge and he slammed her hips back into him as he emptied his dick into her. The smacking sound of their flesh meeting echoed into the night.

"Who's out there?" a man's voice yelled out. Malcolm and Lara froze, their bodies shaking against each other in from the power of their release and in silent laughter at being caught. A few moments passed, then the neighbor's light went out again.

Finally, they dropped down to the blanket, Malcolm on his back, Lara on her belly; both were covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Not cold anymore, are you?" Malcolm asked, teasing.

"Hell no," Lara answered, smiling at him. He stood, pulling her up. He wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and they went back inside.



Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 04



Malcolm was going to tell her. He really was. But Lara was sick every morning and worn out every night. And then it was Christmas. Shopping, decorating, outings with his nieces, gifts, Christmas dinner; work was crazy for Lara, fourth quarter financial preparations already underway. He'd been served with papers at the beginning of December and had scheduled the paternity test for mid-January. 

"We're going to have a nice, quiet New Years, right?" Lara asked, pulling the covers up tight around herself. Malcolm was sitting in bed next to her, going over some paperwork for a meeting at the courthouse the next day.

"Right," he agreed, peering over the top of his glasses at her, smiling. He couldn't get over how beautiful she was—he kept thinking he'd get used to seeing her sexy hazel eyes stare at him seductively, that the beauty mark over her pouty pink lips wouldn't affect him, her distinct, raspy laugh would start getting on her nerves. But they didn't. He was shocked at how he responded to her, just as intensely as the first time. 

She yawned and closed her eyes. He knew that if he started things, she'd be eager for him. But she truly did need her rest. He turned back to his notepad and then paused. He should tell her. Right now.

"Lara, I have something to tell you."

He listened to her breath deep and even. She was already asleep. He sighed heavily and decided to go to sleep himself. Tomorrow night, he thought. It was New Years Eve and he didn't want to start the New Year with anything between them. He turned off the light and tried desperately to sleep.

Lara was sick again that morning. Unable to discuss anything, they'd taken turns getting ready for work and because of the late pre-trial conference the prosecutor had scheduled, they'd had to drive into work separately. Lara was so busy she worked through lunch, so he'd only been able to stop by her desk to give her a peck on the cheek and remind her about their date tonight.

"You're going to meet me at Miyato's right?" she asked, distracted, but peering up at him hopefully.

"Yes, ma'am," he leaned in for a quick kiss, "I'll see you at 7."

"'Kay," she said, turning back to her computer. 

Malcolm left for court with a sense of dread. He was fully prepared for the prosecutor so he knew he was worried about his confession at dinner tonight. 

It was almost 5pm when Lara's cell phone rang. She had just emailed the last financial report and was checking a couple of emails. Her first thought was that maybe Malcolm's meeting was cancelled. She picked up and answered right away, not paying attention to the number.

"Hey," she said, fingers rapidly clicking on her keyboard.

"How's your boyfriend? He excited to know he's a father?"

She stopped typing. "Who is this?"

"Don't play dumb, Lara. It's Seth."

Her eyebrows raised and she stuttered, "How did you know? I haven't told anyone that you know."

He paused. "Told anyone what?"

"That Malcolm is going to be a father. That's none of your fucking business Seth!" she whispered furiously, "Stop calling me!"

Her finger was poised to end the call when she heard his next words: "Going to be? Honey, the baby is almost 2."

Her breath hitched. "What baby?" she almost whispered.

"The one he fathered with Samantha. Sounds like you're going to be baby mama #2 though, huh? You stupid slut."

She ignored his insult. "How do you know Samantha?"

"That's none of your business. But I'm sure she'll be interested to know her daughter is going to have a brother or sister."

"You're lying, you son of a bitch." 

"Am I?" he said, laughing, "I might be persuaded to give you some more details. Why don't you meet me for coffee? Thirty minutes okay?" He named a place downtown. 

She sat for a moment, stunned. How would Seth know about Samantha?

"No," she said, "I don't believe you. I don't want to see you."

"No?" he said, "That's fine. I'm sure he was going to tell you about it. I mean, the hearing is at the end of the month."

"The hearing?" she muttered incredulously.

"Yeah," Seth said, "Samantha doesn't need the child support, but she said Sasha deserved everything that she could get out of her rapist father."

Sasha. A daughter. Lara had thought about a baby girl many times over the past couple of months. She let her hand drop down to her stomach. 

Lara stood suddenly, turned off her computer, and grabbed her purse and coat. She rushed out to her car, still holding her cell phone to her ear, tears streaming down her face. She struggled to compose herself, not wanting Seth to know he'd gotten to her.

"So how did you meet Samantha?"

Seth chuckled, "I did a little bit of research on your boyfriend. Seems like it was only fair that since he got my sloppy seconds, I got a piece of his too. Samantha was only too happy to show her appreciation for some information on what Malcolm has been up to lately."

"And you call me a slut?" Lara mumbled. She cleared her throat. "Look, don't call me again Seth. It's over between you and me, and I don't need you tattle-telling either."

She hung up the phone. Seth did the same. He smiled to himself and immediately picked up the phone to dial again.

"Sam? I just told her. Yeah, she didn't know."

Lara drove straight home, tears streaming down her face. She doesn't know how she made it inside but she immediately sat down on the couch, only moving to send a text message. "meet me @ home" she typed quickly and sent to Malcolm. She turned her phone off. Her heart was broken. She wept silently in the darkness of her living room.

She was still sitting there when Malcolm rushed in. "Lara, God, what's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"

He'd knelt down in front of her and leaned to take her into his arms. She held up her hand.

He looked confused but stopped, resting his hands on either side of her thighs. His eyes searched her face. 

She wiped under her eyes and scooted away from him. 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Their eyes locked and held. Hers pleaded with him one second, shunned him the next, her internal war evident. His filled with pain and shame, words stuck in his throat.

The tears she thought were all cried up made their reappearance. She wiped them away roughly.

"I was going to. I swear. I was going to take you out to dinner, watch the ball drop with you tonight, and start off the New Year brand new, no secrets between us."

"I had to find out from Seth, Malcolm. Seth."

Anger flared through Malcolm. "What do you mean? How—"

She interrupted him, her voice louder now, "From Seth, Malcolm! SETH! My fucking, no-good, ex-boyfriend told me! How could you? Do you know how devastated I was? How unprepared?"

He reached for her again and she scrambled further down the couch.

"So what, I can't touch you now? You don't want me?" Malcolm's voice was panicked.

Her heart nearly broke at the expression on his face.

"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" she said, taking his hand, reaching for his face, "No baby. I love you. That's not going to stop, just because I'm mad at you." 

The wild look in Malcolm's eyes faded slightly and she let her hand drop. "But you hurt me. I am beyond disappointed right now. I trusted you and I thought you trusted me."

He put his head in his hands for a moment, and then looked at her again, taking one of her hands in both of his, "I do trust you, Lara. With everything. I'm so sorry. I just didn't want to upset you. You've been so sick with the baby, then we were busy with Christmas, and I promise, I was going to tell you tonight."

She nodded, looking at their hands. 

"It's not mine."

She nodded again.

"Do you believe me?" he asked, pleadingly.

"Yes," she said quietly, "I do."

He pulled her toward him again and she didn't resist. He reached up and held her face between his big, strong hands, so gently, like she might break. She pressed her lips against his, taking in the taste, feel, smell of her man. She reached between them and loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled him against her. He broke the kiss to stand and quickly shed his clothes. He took her hand and she stood as well, a silent acquiescence to undress her. She traced the planes of his chest and stomach with her fingertips, the soft touch making him shiver. She leaned in and pressed her tongue against his nipple. He draped his hands on her shoulders, kneading the muscles at the top of her back. She groaned and arched her back. She kissed her way across his chest to the other nipple while his hands moved slowly down her arms and back up to her neck, rubbing and massaging as he went. 

They needed this. Not the frantic, no-holds-barred fucking that they usually succumbed to, but a slow, sweet seduction. She licked his collarbone and stood on tip-toe to press her tongue against the cords of his neck. She felt his dick harden against her. She softly sucked, then bit, pulling him down, trailing kisses across the five o'clock shadow he nearly always sported, biting his chin, then losing herself in the lusciousness of his lips. 

"Mmmm," she moaned as his tongue caressed hers.

"I love you Lara."

"I love you," she said, her hand wrapped gently around his dick. She grazed the ridges, traced a fingertip around the head, and then touched the wetness at the tip. 

He reached between them to smoothly take hold of her breast. Her nipple pressed against his palm and he gently kneaded the soft globe. He felt the nipple slide between two of his fingers and he squeezed it firmly, causing her to stumble into him. Malcolm sat down on the couch and pulled Lara into his lap. Her legs straddled his and she pressed her mound against his dick, gyrating rhythmically.

After a few minutes, she lifted her hips and reached between them. When she finally slipped her dripping pussy all the way down his dick, they both groaned. 

She braced her hands on his shoulders and then lifted her hips up and down slowly, punctuating each word she said: "Don't. Keep. Any. Thing. From. Me. Again."

Malcolm gripped her hips and let her ride out every bit of her anger. He gritted his teeth when she reached in down and started stroking herself. She leaned back and he watched her pregnant body with lust-glazed eyes. He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling the heavy weight of each breast up and letting them fall. 

After a few more minutes, Lara's nonsensical barrage of words came pouring forth and Malcolm jutted his hips forward to deepen her penetration. Her fingers were frantic on her clit and a high-pitched wail suddenly spilled from her lips. Malcolm gritted his teeth as she slowed and finally collapsed against his chest. He cradled her body while he maneuvered them both until he was on top. He kissed her cheeks, lips, and forehead.

"I promise, I'll be so honest with you, you'll be sick of hearing what I have to say."

She chuckled, smiling and sated. He snuggled up against her, tucking his face in the crook of her neck, licking and sucking while he fucked her slow and hard, barely pulling out before pushing back in, grinding his pelvis against hers. 

Lara was exhausted but she wrapped her legs around his waist and began fucking him back. Her hands gripped his shoulders and rolled her hips in time with him. Her orgasm was slow burning but seemed to last forever. Her usually extreme flash of an orgasm that swept her away and dropped her back to earth quickly was great. But this orgasm grabbed her and didn't let go. Not that she was fighting it, but it had wrapped her up and held her down, wracking her body with long, hard undulations. 

Malcolm nearly choked with pleasure when he felt the hard pull of Lara's pussy around his dick. His sperm churned out, hot and thick. His whole body shook and he growled, still grinding his dick into her, pushing her body across the couch. 

They lay there breathing heavy, still stroking each other softly. Malcolm had never felt so satisfied in his entire life.

Hours later, they'd both showered, snuggled up on the couch again, snacked on popcorn, and toasted with grape juice while they watched the ball drop. Malcolm and Lara were determined to make this new year a great one.

Malcolm took the paternity test and prepared himself for the results to be read at the hearing a couple of weeks later. He still hadn't seen the little girl and didn't want to. She didn't deserve to be in the middle of this mess, but neither did he. Samantha was to blame for both of their misery. Until their court date, he had a couple of things to take care of. Unfortunately for Malcolm and Lara, Samantha and Seth had a couple of things up their sleeves as well. 

"Why do you have to go to Cincinnati?" Lara asked, pouting a bit. The stress of the upcoming case was causing her to worry and she'd been unable to sleep.

"Just something I have to take care of," Malcolm said, sipping his bourbon—he'd been stressed too. 

"What happened to trusting me?" she reminded him, "Honesty?"

"I've got a feeling about something and I need to follow-up on it. Before court. And I don't want you to worry or be disappointed if it doesn't work out."

"Hell, Malcolm, I'm going to be more worried not knowing," she said, exasperated with him. Things had been tense between the two of them since Seth had spilled the beans about the paternity suit, despite their mind-blowing make-up sex. Between their stress, her moodiness and worrying about her own pregnancy, and the near constant phone calls from blocked numbers, they were both on edge. 

"I want you to be focused on taking care of yourself, not worried about some bullshit that you can't help."

She just glared at him as she sipped her water. They finished their meal in silence.

"So you leave in the morning?" she asked, irritated with him.

"Around 9, yes," he responded coolly. 

"Well, maybe you should sleep at your place tonight so you can get some sleep. I've been up and down all night for a week."

She didn't want to be away from him. But she was hurt. Why couldn't he just tell her the truth? Was he pulling away from her? Secrets about why he needed to take an overnight trip to Cincinnati the weekend before his court date? She bit her lip to keep the tears from flowing. She'd been so emotional since finding out she was pregnant. She got up from the table and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"Have a safe trip tomorrow. I'm going to wash these dishes and..." she looked at the clock on the microwave -- 6:29pm, "since it's early, I'll probably go for a walk. You go on home so you can get packed and in bed at a decent hour."

He started to protest. She was being silly. Of course he trusted her, but if his plan to find Samantha's child's father failed, he didn't want to face her disappointment. It was a shot in the dark but he had a feeling he'd be right. He stood and pulled her away from the sink. He kissed her hard. She tensed and then relaxed into the kiss.

"I love you Lara. I'll be back Sunday evening."

"I love you too." 

Malcolm took 20 minutes to pack a bag and then he was on edge. He sat on the couch in his apartment and stared at the silent TV. He hadn't stayed at his apartment in so long, he'd cut the cable off. His visits to the apartment had lately only been to pick up a change of clothes. He'd had to scrounge for socks and a couple of pairs of boxers to pack for the trip to Cincy—nearly all of his clothes had made their way to Lara's house. It had been only an hour since he left Lara's house and he missed her. He was turning into such a punk for her. He smiled, only slightly bothered at the thought of being so pussy-whipped for the woman he loved. He hoped things could go back to the way they were, once this paternity bullshit was finished.

He knew he'd have to do some searching once he made it to Cincinnati. He'd located the name of a man he thought might be the father, but he wasn't sure he could find him. He decided to walk the couple of blocks to an old hangout spot to have a couple of drinks, shoot some pool. Maybe at least watch one of the TVs they had set up. He could walk home a little tipsy and go right to sleep without having to think about missing Lara.

Lara pulled on a pair of sweats and her coat and walked out into the brisk January evening. It had been an incredibly mild winter, but the wind was still a little harsh. She'd walk a couple of blocks to the park near her house, take a lap or two around the walking path, and then walk home. She'd started gaining weight with the baby and didn't mind at all—but she did want to keep herself from getting too soft. Her doctor told her that the walking would be good for her. It had gotten dark a little earlier than she realized and when she made her way through the small wooded section of the park, she tried to hurry. She could no longer see the lighted playground so she decided this would be her only lap. 

"I've been waiting for you."

Lara screamed as someone stepped out from behind a tree and ran into her path. She relaxed only slightly when she realized it was Seth.

"Damnit, Seth, what are you doing? Following me?"

"Yeah. I wanted to talk to you."

"Well, why don't you fucking say anything during one of the dozens of times you call me a day? All I hear is you breathe and hang up!"

Lara was angry and only slightly scared. She tried to keep from appearing fearful though, planting her feet and putting her hands on her hips. She'd thrown her pepper spray in the pocket of the sweats and could feel its slight weight against her leg. Her cell phone was tucked into her bra. She didn't think she'd be able to get either one without him noticing. 

"I wanted to say it to your face."

She felt her heart start to race. "So say what you have to say and get the fuck out of my way," she said, boldly. 

"Wow, you must be mad, that's the second time you've dropped the F-bomb, Lara," Seth sneered, "Your new boyfriend must be rubbing off on you. Samantha told me about how he liked to talk dirty to her during sex. Does he do it with you too?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Yeah," she replied, nonchalantly. She shrugged her shoulders. "So what?" 

He seemed surprised but then frowned and took a step closer. "I always knew you were a slut! I just wondered what it would take to bring it out of you. You were always so innocent-acting with me but all you needed was a little bit of dirty talk."

"Aww, Seth. You didn't know how to turn your girlfriend on. Poor you," she said, mocking him and taking the opportunity to put her hands in her pockets. She felt the pepper spray and slid the safety button forward. 

"You fucking bitch!" he yelled as he lunged toward her. She jerked the pepper spray out of her pocket and filled his face full with a stream. He screamed and turned his face, but still managed to grab her arm and pull her down, twisting her shoulder painfully in the process. He was on his knees coughing and wiping his face and eyes. The slight breeze had blown a gust of it toward Lara and she scrambled away from him, eyes watering fiercely and shoulder throbbing. She fished the cell phone out of her bra and called 911. She forced herself to get up and run. She heard Seth screaming at her and running wildly behind her but he was unable to see, allowing her to steer clear of him. Within minutes, police sirens could be heard and Seth panicked, rushing back into the copse of trees. 

Lara waved down the officers from the edge of the woods and told them quickly what happened. They had a description of Seth and two of them took off into the woods. The third assisted Lara back to the parking lot and within minutes, had her loaded up in an ambulance. 

"Just a precaution, ma'am, because of the baby. We want to make sure he's ok after the fall."

She nodded gratefully and held her arm tightly against her as the EMT tilted her head to the side to flush the pepper spray from her eyes. Her tears had almost done the job. They arrived at the ER and had her in a room within minutes. The nurse had already taken vitals and assured her that a doctor would be with her shortly. Twenty minutes later, she was being discharged with instructions to ice her shoulder and wear her arm in a sling for a few days to avoid any movement. And the baby was fine. The baby was fine! She nearly exploded with relief and joy when the doctor confirmed that the fall had not injured the baby. She was met at the door by two of the officers from the park. They'd caught Seth, wandering around in the woods, and arrested him. He was being charged with assault and terroristic threatening and they needed her statement. She looked like she was ready to fall apart. 




Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 04



"Can I go home? Can you take the statement there?" she asked, tears filling her eyes. 

"Of course, ma'am," one of the officers assured her and walked her out to their car. During the ride home, she knew she should call Malcolm. He'd be livid if she didn't tell him what happened. It was his baby inside her too. She'd make her statement and then call him. He could come back over and hold her before he left. 

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. "This is Malcolm Grayson. Leave a message and I'll get back with you as soon as possible." Lara had left three messages and sent two texts. She didn't leave any of the details, just told him to call her ASAP. 

He never did. Lara curled up into a ball, shoulder throbbing, hand on her stomach, and prayed for sleep.

Malcolm awoke to the blaring radio alarm and winced from the noise and light. He had a nasty hangover. He somehow made it out of bed and to the kitchen for coffee. After downing a cup, he felt a bit better and hurried to get ready—he had a long drive ahead of him. He found his phone in the pocket of the jeans he had on last night—dead as a doornail. He'd charge it on the way to Cincinnati. He threw his bag in the trunk, plugged the phone up, and hopped on I-71. A few hours later, he was in downtown Cincinnati and was rushing to make it to the sports bar where he was meeting the man he thought to be Samantha's lover and father of her child—DeVonte McLaughlin. He needed to call to tell him he was a few minutes late. He turned on his cell phone and saw the voicemails and text messages from Lara. They didn't seem to be overly important—just said to call her. He would, just as soon as this meeting was over.

The weekend had gone better than Malcolm could've dreamed. He'd even had to stay another day so he could file a couple of petitions on Monday. He'd called Lara several times on Sunday to let her know he'd be a day later than he said. He hadn't been able to get in contact with her all weekend. When he got to the office Monday afternoon, she wasn't there. He was worried now. He tried to hurry through the piles of paperwork that had built up on his desk that morning, but he was only focused on one thing—Lara. 

At 5pm, he rushed out of the building and drove to her house—only to find his sister's car in her driveway. He was even more worried and completely confused now.

He rang the bell and knocked—Misha answered the door with the security chain still attached. 

"What the fuck, Misha? Let me in!"

"Lara doesn't feel well and doesn't really want company right now. She said she'll call you."

Malcolm seethed, gritting his teeth.

"Misha. Let me in. I don't want to break the door down."

"She said she'll call you, Malcolm. Now go!" Misha's eyes narrowed. She was pissed too. What had he done to piss off both Lara and Misha? 

He shoved a foot inside the door to keep her from closing it.

"Misha, I swear to God, if you don't tell me what's going on, you're gonna regret it."

"Where were you Friday night?" she asked, hand on her hip.

"I was here. Then I went home to sleep before my trip on Saturday. Well, I went to the bar Friday night."

"And what were you so busy doing that you couldn't answer your phone?"

"It died," he said curtly, "What the fuck is going on?"

Lara entered his line of vision then—he could see her standing in PJs and a robe. Why was she holding her arm like that?

"It's ok, Misha. I'll tell him what happened. Then he's leaving."

She looked down at his foot in the doorway and then back up at his face. His mouth was fixed in a grim line, but his eyes revealed his worry.

"I waited too late to take my walk Friday night and it was getting dark. Seth attacked me in the park. I pepper sprayed him, but he jerked me down and I fell on my shoulder."

Malcolm's eyes filled with rage but she didn't pause to let him say anything.

"The police came, I was taken to the ER; my shoulder is fine, just sprained. And Seth was arrested. He was bailed out this morning, which is why Misha is here with me. I didn't want to be alone in case he came back."

His eyes were panicky and he reached inside to touch her, grabbing her robe, "The baby?" he choked out, "You fell? What did they say?"

"The baby is fine, Malcolm," she said, squeezing the hand that gripped her robe. He let out an audible sigh. 

"Did he touch you, Lara? I swear to God I'll kill him!"

"He just pushed me down. That was it," she explained, seeing the darkness in his eyes.

"I'll still kill him." 

She needed to change the subject. "So you went to the bar Friday night?" she asked, accusingly.

"Just because I was so bored without you—I couldn't sleep either. And then my phone died."

"Why didn't you come back here?"

"You told me to leave, Lara."

"Why the fuck did you listen to me?" she challenged him in a loud whisper.

He stopped, unable to say anything.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw Misha sitting in the living room, within earshot. 

"Move your foot, Malcolm." He looked at her strangely, but obliged. She pushed the door closed, slid the chain, and reopened it enough to slide out. It was cold outside, but she led Malcolm around the porch to the side farthest from the living room and pushed him against the railing, her body pressed against his.

"I love you Malcolm. I love your kindness, your goodness, how gentle you are with me—I love you with my whole heart," Lara said, stopping Malcolm from responding with love declarations of his own.

"But what first attracted me to you, was that dominant, take-no-shit attitude you had with me. I've come to love—and expect—that from you too. When I told you to leave Friday, I wanted you to mock me, drag me to the bedroom, or the couch, or outside, and fuck me until I shut the fuck up."

Malcolm's eyes were wide. And his dick was rock hard. She shouldn't have had to declare her submission to him. But she did. And he was glad. He was an idiot.

But he didn't have to be told twice.

He dug through his pockets and found his SUV keys. 

"Get in the truck, start it up, and get it warmed up."

"But Misha—" Lara protested.

"Get in the fucking truck, Lara!" he whispered as loudly as he could, without alerting Misha. Lara froze, took the keys, and headed to his SUV, parked behind Misha.

Malcolm heard it start as he headed back inside the house. 

"Look, Misha, we talked it out. She wants me to stay with her, but we're going for a drive first. Can you lock up the house?"

"Wait a minute, where is she at?" Misha asked, concerned.

"Misha, I love her. You don't have to worry about her when she's with me." 

She paused, grabbed her purse and nodded, "I know Baby Bro. You scared her. She was alone, injured, and pregnant. Don't do that again."

He nodded curtly, "I won't." 

He walked out the door and hurried to the truck. 

"So why did you go to Cincinnati, Malcolm?" she said, challenging him again.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said, just to appease her curiosity. But to put her back in her submissive zone, he barked, "Don't question me Lara. Do you understand?"

Lara sat in the passenger seat and nodded, meekly waiting for her next instruction. His dick swelled in his jeans. He pulled out of her driveway and headed down the street. It was dark by the time they got to the park. He got out and walked around to the back of his truck. When he opened her door for her, she saw he had a couple of blankets, a flashlight, and a gun. Her heart thundered in her chest. 

"Why do you have a gun, Malcolm?"

"Didn't I tell you not to question me?" he growled at her again, before explaining, "I just want to be prepared if that little pussy piece of shit shows his face anywhere near you again. He won't get another opportunity to be bailed out."

He held out the flashlight and tucked the gun in the back of his jeans. "Now, show me where he attacked you."

She didn't question him, just took the flashlight and started walking. She could feel him walking only a step behind her. When they came to the edge of the woods where the path cut through, he swore. She led him along the path until it was at the deepest point and stopped. There was a break in the trees that would've been the exact spot Seth planned to attack, subdue, and rape her. Malcolm took a few deep breaths—it would never happen. Seth would never touch her again.

He spread out the blankets in the clearing and motioned for her to stand in front of him. He pushed the robe off, careful of her injured shoulder. The cotton tank did nothing to hide her swollen breasts and aroused nipples—they pressed against the thin cotton, begging to be touched. It covered her slightly rounded belly where their unborn child slept, protected. He dropped to his knees and framed the small mound their child made with his hands, sliding the tank up—he kissed her belly, stroked her back, and moved his hands up to her breasts. She moaned when he grasped each breast firmly and nearly swooned when he pinched the tips jutting forward. He slid his hands down again, pulling her panties off with the flannel pajama pants she wore. He balled them up and tossed them on the blanket. He helped her kneel and then positioned her on her back. 

"Tell me you love me, Lara."

"I love you, Malcolm," she sighed.

"Tell me you forgive me for being stupid."

"There's nothing to forgive—I"

"Tell me you forgive me, damnit!"

"I forgive you for being stupid, Malcolm," she said, grinning.

He smiled in return. "Now say, eat my pink pussy."

She blushed. "Eat my pink pussy, please."

He knelt down between her legs and licked her up and down. She shuddered.

"Whose pussy is this?" he asked, sucking on her clit for a second before delving between her pink pussy lips again, "Hmm? Whose pussy is this?"

"It's yours, Malcolm. It's your pussy," she sighed.

He buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking, penetrating her gently with his fingers. After only a few minutes, he brought her to orgasm and felt her liquid wash over his lips and chin. As she settled down, he planted a sloppy kiss on her clit before readying himself to fuck her.

He was on his knees, dick hard and in position to penetrate her. She was so fucking beautiful, spread open before him, in the moonlight and trees in a place where a few days before, she'd been assaulted. She was so brave and strong. But she also wanted to be dominated and he loved it.

"Rub your clit."

She licked her fingers and placed them over her clit, slowly making circles. Her hips moved along with her hand. 

"Now tell me how you want to be fucked."

"Anyway you want it, Malcolm," she whispered, looking up at me.

Malcolm put the head of his dick against her pussy and barely pressed. It slid in. 

"You want it slow?" he said, stroking in and out with intentional sluggishness.

"Yessssss...." She hissed, feeling his dick against her G-spot.

"Or you want it fast?" he said, speeding up causing her back to arch.

"Maybe soft." He said, barely plunging before taking his dick back out again.

"Or hard?" he said through gritted teeth, pounding against her.

She opened her eyes and nodded at him before her body shook and her head thrashed from side to side. 

"Can't decide?" he asked, leaning over her, kissing her hotly before placing his hand around her throat. He started fucking her slow and hard and putting just a tiny amount of pressure on her throat and then letting go. 

"Yeah, that's my favorite. Get to watch this big black dick slide in and out of your soft little white pussy—but pounding at the end. It's good to you, isn't it? Isn't it!" he demanded.

She was desperately thrusting her hips back up to him and moaned out a long, "Yeeeesssss!"

"Cum on this dick, baby, cum on this dick," he said, taking over for her at her clit. "Let me rub this for you, I want you to pinch those nipples. Pull them up and let them go so I can watch your tits bounce."

She did as he asked and within seconds, she let out a string of babble, high pitched and squealing. Her pussy clamped onto his dick she squirted around him. At the same time, he let loose inside her. As they lay there, recovering in the cool January night, Malcolm realized something—there was no other feeling like nutting in the woman you love. No other feeling like it in the world.



Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 05



"Family court is in session, Judge Sarah Charles presiding. First case on the docket is McGregor v. Grayson."

Lara sat in the front row of the court room with Misha and Cedric, just behind Malcolm and Mr. Singer. Samantha McGregor sat next to her attorney looking nervous. An older woman sat with Sasha behind them—luckily, the little girl was asleep in her arms. 

"Ms. McGregor, Mr. Grayson, we are here today to determine the paternity of one minor child, Sasha Elaine Grayson."

"Mr. Grayson, you submitted to a paternity test on January 22 and the results have returned indicating that you are not the father of Sasha Elaine."

Samantha gasped but stayed motionless otherwise. Malcolm turned and winked at Lara. The judge continued to talk but the rest of the court appearance was a blur—Lara wondered if she'd been expecting a long and drawn out episode like something on Maury. She sighed. On their way out, when Malcolm had whispered for her to pay attention, she realized that he was about to reveal the reason for his impromptu trip to Cincinnati, Lara stopped short. 

"Ms. McGregor? I'd like to have a word with you and your attorney," he said, motioning them over to the corner of the foyer. 

"What is it, Malcolm?" Samantha said, looking irritated, yet hopeful, like maybe he still wanted her. He put that thought to rest. 

"I just wanted to let you know that I did a little bit of work on your behalf. I know that finding your child's father is important to you, so I took a trip to Cincinnati this past weekend and found 5 men that claim they could be the father," he paused for effect and Samantha's attorney looked at her crazily, "I actually took the liberty of assisting these men with filing petitions in court to request paternity tests. They were all very agreeable to taking responsibility for the child."

"DeVonte McLaughlin was the first person I thought of. He has really grown his janitorial business. He told me about those late nights at the office. While I was there, I was able to meet his partners, Treyvian Simmons and Silas Hayes. Seems like they enjoyed those late nights at the office as well—they both freely admitted to potentially being the father. And then Trevian mentioned Rico Suarez was also a possibility—I believe he is Hispanic, but with biracial children, sometimes, you just can't tell. But the most amazing of all, even the 64 year old night watchman, Johnny Peterson, well, he told us about those nights you spent in the parking garage together. Why, even he expressed how happy he'd be to know he'd fathered another child."

He continued, "I've taken the liberty of delivering the court orders, as you were so kind to deliver mine to me." The look on Samantha's face when she was presented with the 5 paternity test court orders was priceless. 

Lara hoped that for the sake of the child, one of the men would be the father and that he'd step up and take care of her. The poor little girl needed a better influence in her life than her scandalous, vindictive mother. She also hoped that she and Malcolm could put all of this behind them and continue their happy future.

The baby turned out to belong to Treyvian. He was a first time father at 25 and was actually ecstatic. Unfortunately, Samantha made it hard as hell on him but he made it work. He'd been discussing options with Malcolm for getting sole custody. He confided that Samantha never cared for the child herself, but left the elderly nanny to take care of everything. He was a wonderful father and Sasha had fallen in love with him almost immediately. 

The months passed and Lara's belly grew. Malcolm finally gave up his apartment, moving into the house he felt the most at home in anyway. Lara and Malcolm fit into each other's life effortlessly. 

Lara didn't realize how wretched it was going to be to be 9 months pregnant in July—her doctor told her she was due toward the end of the month, but that with a first time pregnancy, she could go early or late. The heat was miserable; she had taken to wearing as little as possible, wearing sun-dresses and sandals at work. She always had a big Styrofoam cup of ice water everywhere she went. That kept her cool, but only added to the number of times a day she had to pee. Malcolm was finishing up a huge case and had mentioned taking a vacation. Lara could care less—she was hot and moody no matter where she was—so she let him plan whatever he wanted. Her doctor had advised her she couldn't fly and should probably not be gone more than a long weekend anyway. So, when she packed her back and they left that Friday evening, she wondered where he'd be taking her. They drove for twenty minutes and he pulled into the parking garage of the nicest hotels in downtown Louisville. 

"For real, Malcolm?" she said, smiling at her clever boyfriend, "And we're only 5 minutes from the hospital! You plan the best vacations!" He grinned at her, rolled his eyes, and escorted her through the ornate lobby, upstairs to a huge, lavish suite. The temperature had already been set at a cool 65 degrees and ceiling fans circled overhead. She lay back on the luxurious bed while Malcolm got them settled in, unpacking, ordering dinner, and scheduling massages for them both. He even made sure she had a big glass of ice water on the nightstand.

After a quick meal, Lara decided she had time for a quick bath in the Jacuzzi tub and begged Malcolm to help her shave her legs.

He laughed, "You're going to shave your legs for a massage therapist? You don't shave your legs for me!"

"Sorry, baby, I'll do better," she said, smiling at him as he lathered up the leg she held propped on the edge of the tub. 

He teased her throughout her bath, sucking on a toe, trailing her pussy with his soapy fingers underwater. He knew that after the massage, she'd be sleepy and sated and he wanted to finish her off with a good fucking that he knew would put her all the way out. She was clean and shaven and relaxed after the warm bath. Her nipples puckered in the cool air and he leaned in to suck on one as he helped her dry off. She moaned and he checked the clock to see how much longer they had before their massages. Malcolm sighed and thought, not long enough.

A knock on the door stopped the teasing. She shrugged on her robe and ran fingers through her still-super-short cut. Malcolm directed the two massage therapists where to set up the tables, about what kind of pressure they expected, any trouble spots (Lara's lower back was especially tense), etc. The therapists left them to undress and position themselves on the tables. Malcolm carefully helped Lara adjust her burgeoning belly in the special cut-out table and positioned the pillows around to accommodate her swollen breasts. She rested her face in the hole and sighed.

"Baby, I need a bed like this," she murmured. He laughed and draped her with a sheet. He stripped down and arranged himself on the table next to hers and covered up. A few minutes later, the massage therapists came in the room. 

Malcolm knew that Lara was loud in the bedroom—she moaned and babbled incoherently when he made her orgasm. He didn't realize that the pleasure and touch of the massage therapist would cause a similar reaction. He wasn't prepared for her moans and was instantly uncomfortable as his dick became rock hard against the padded table. He sighed—this was going to be a long massage.

Lara felt like her body would never fully relax. Her back and neck were so stiff, trying to balance and hold up the big belly she was now sporting. Her feet stayed sore and swollen. Her hips and thighs were adjusting and were uncomfortable. But when she positioned her belly in the table, the weight distributed differently and her back felt instantly looser. The massage therapist was gentle but firm and Lara soon forgot where she was. Her muscles felt like jell-o, her bones like butter. And when the therapist started on the pressure points in her feet, Lara thought she'd died and gone to heaven. The only thing better than this was making love with Malcolm. And she had been thinking about him the whole time...how he still made her feel beautiful and desirable, even though she was 40 lbs heavier and bitchy all the time. The way he was teasing her in the tub had made her pussy gush with anticipation—luckily she was already in the tub and was able to splash away the evidence of her desire before climbing up on the table. She was afraid she was going to leave a huge wet spot on the table regardless. Being pregnant made her horny. Malcolm could look at her sideways and she was ready to fuck. She couldn't wait until they were in bed later so she could do some things to him. 

The massage therapists finished up at the same time and left the two alone to get themselves together—they'd send a bellboy up for the tables when Malcolm called. 

This gave Lara an idea—she lay very still until she heard Malcolm approaching her.

"Baby, are you awake?" he asked as he stroked her back.

"Barely," she responded in a sultry voice, "But I need you to do something while I'm still positioned up on this table."

"What?" he asked, innocently.

"Fuck me. Climb up here, put your big dick in me, and fuck me."

Malcolm thought it was ridiculous at how hard his dick could get so quickly, but he was grateful for it. He uncovered her pregnant body—it was supple, smooth, and moisturized from the massage. He planned for it to be sweaty before they were done. He experimented with the sections of the massage table—one of them dropped the back portion of the table altogether. Another split the two portions in half and one more lowered it. 

Lara wondered how much one of these tables cost—because they might need to get one of their own—and they might need to replace this one of they broke it. She smiled to herself as she felt Malcolm moving things around behind her. She was still comfy and cozy but could feel her pussy dripping out onto the table. Finally, finally, Malcolm adjusted everything the way he wanted and slid it in. Oh God! She hadn't been able to stay up on her knees long enough for him to hit it from the back like she wanted since her belly had gotten pretty big. It was too much strain on her back for her to stay aroused. But this was perfect. Malcolm's dick slid perfectly against her G-spot and she could feel the squirt building as he pounded. He spread her legs wider and reached a hand underneath her to stimulate her clit. He stroked her a couple of times and kept pounding and then it happened. She gushed everywhere, screeching, moaning, and then starting to cry with the enormity of her orgasm. Malcolm kept pounding and didn't miss a beat when he reached over her to grab a bottle of massage oil that the therapist had left. He drizzled it all over her big white ass and then let if pool at the top of her crack and run down. He slid a finger down and let if lightly swirl over her pink asshole. It was still contracting with the power of her orgasm so he slowed down his thrusts. He finally was able to slip a finger in, quickly slid another behind it and started moving them in and out. 

"Hike it up for me, you know what I like, poke that ass up in the air," he demanded. 

She obeyed, maneuvering herself more comfortably—the table took the pressure from her lower back so she was able to accommodate a more arched position. He spread his fingers apart while they were in her ass and poured some more of the oil inside. 

"Now I'm gonna shove my dick in your butt," he said, seeing the skin on her back flushed. "I want you to push against it, okay?"

She nodded. He loved trying different things to make the feelings more powerful. She pushed her butthole open and she felt his thick dick pressing back. At the same time, he pushed two fingers in her pussy and worked them against her G-spot.

"Keep pushing against my fingers, Lara—don't stop!"

His dick slid all the way in and she lessened the pressure against his fingers a bit. She felt him sharply slap her ass and she moaned. The mixture of the pleasure and pain were too much. 

"Don't stop pushing," he said, "Don't disobey me again."

She pushed and pushed and pushed and he slid his dick in and out. His fingertips massaged her G-spot. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer.

"I'm sorry baby, I can't stop," he said, gripping her hips, "your ass feels so fucking good."

Lara didn't care, she was on the verge herself—she pushed against him again like he said and they both nearly came undone—she screamed as she felt her asshole fill up with his hot sperm. More of her squirt rushed out and spilled over the table. His fingers dug into her hips and ass and he growled like a lion, rutting over his lioness. 

After they finally both caught their breath, Malcolm directed her to lie still while he ran her another bath. He got the tub filled and came and carried her big pregnant body into the bathroom.

"I'm glad my man is so strong," she teased him, slightly impressed that he could still lug around her extra-heavy body.

"I'm glad my woman is so worth carrying around," he said grinning at her. He took towels and cleaned up the table as best he could before calling and telling the bellboy to come for the tables. He let her wash and soak while he stepped into the shower stall next to the tub. The dried off again and then snuggled into the soft linens and fell asleep, sated and sleepy, cool and comforted. 

The next day was as relaxing as the one before—they did some online shopping to finish up the nursery and then went for a walk by the Riverfront. They grabbed dinner on their way back to the hotel and rented a couple of movies. And they fucked. Malcolm fucked Lara silly. Without the use of the massage table, he usually had her lay on her side while he lifted her leg and pounded her pussy. This usually afforded him fairly deep penetration and he often worried that he'd hurt her or the baby—the doctor assured them both that as long as she wasn't in pain, sexual intercourse was fine. 

He was feeling particularly excited that Sunday morning. He ordered room service and dug through his suitcase until he found what he'd hidden there before they'd come. When the room service arrived, he made her get back in the bed and he laid out the platters in front of her. He fed her chunks of peach and strawberry and bites of buttered toast with orange marmalade. He offered slices of crispy bacon and sips of sweet coffee. When they were both full, he kissed her lips and pushed her arms over her head, careful to avoid pressure on her belly.

"Are you wet?" he asked, giving her a sly grin.

"Don't I stay wet for you?" she replied. 

He nodded. "Let me feel."

She spread her legs and allowed his hand to cup her mound gently. 

"Mmm, gushy," he said, penetrating her slightly with his finger, "Now tell me what you want to do."

"I want to ride you." 

"C'mon," he said, helping her up. She knelt beside him while he lay down. 

"Now sit on this dick."

She stretched a leg out and across him and he helped her steady herself. She bent her knees to lift herself up and then slid down on his dick hard. They both groaned.

She couldn't move fast, but she was dropping her pussy down on his dick hard. 

"I love you, Malcolm," she said, as he started stroking her clit. He let her grind and move around on his dick until she was screaming and panting and he was helping lift her up and down. She let out a long last wail and he felt her gush out over him. He was glad he remembered a towel each time, because she flooded the bed. When she got calmed down again, she started to lift herself up.

"Wait a minute—while you're here, and I'm as good as 'kneeling,'" he said, smiling at her, "I have a question to ask you."

"Okay," she said, unaware of his intentions as she recovered from her orgasm, "And then I have to tell you something, okay?"

He faltered for just a second, but then agreed. He pulled the blue box from under the pillow and opened it in front of her. A square diamond nestled between two smaller sapphires was mounted on a smooth white gold band. Lara gasped and both hands flew to her mouth. He looked up at her, and saw tears collecting in both of her hazel eyes. 

"Lara," he said, wiping the tears from her cheeks as they spilled over, "Will you marry me?"

She nodded and felt his dick twitch inside. He pulled her down to him and kissed her lips, cheeks, forehead, eyes. She lay on her side next to him and snuggled into him. 

"I love you so much," he said, stroking her side. 

They lay there silently, Lara moving only to admire the ring he'd placed on her finger. 

A few more minutes passed before Malcolm remembered that she had something to tell him too.

"What were you going to tell me?"

"Oh shit!" she said, sitting up, "I think my water broke—when I came, did you notice that there was more liquid than usual?"

Malcolm couldn't move—her water broke? That meant the baby was on its way.

"I'm sorry if it grossed you out, I mean, I couldn't help it..." she started wringing her hands.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, it didn't gross me out," he said, taking her hands and kissing them, "Have you had any contractions?"

"I -- I couldn't tell. I couldn't tell if it was a contraction or if it was a leftover shudder from my orgasm."

"Ha!" he said, rolling off the bed to start packing up their stuff, "You might've just discovered the secret to a pain-free labor—just keep having orgasms!"

She was glad he was teasing her—she was starting to get nervous. He didn't seem rushed or panicked, just efficiently packed everything up, pulling out a clean dress, bra, and underwear for her. She rolled out of bed and picked up her clothes.

"Do you think we have time for a quick shower?" she asked, coyly, "I'm kind of sweaty."

"Have you had another contraction?" he asked, looking at his watch.

"I don't think so."

He nodded and told her they would probably have time. They were just out of the shower and drying off when she did have a for-real contraction. She bent over, clutched her stomach with one arm and his arm with her other. 

"Baby, breathe, baby," Malcolm crooned in her ear. She took a couple of deep breaths and it passed. He started timing her. 

She'd just had time to put on the underwear and bra when the next one came.

"They're six minutes apart," Malcolm said, "I'm calling the doctor."

She nodded and stood to put on the dress and slid her feet in the sandals. 

They made it all the way to the truck before the next one hit. She'd been prepared this time and was able to breathe her way through it. Malcolm almost didn't notice that she'd even had one. 

He focused on getting them to the hospital. They got her registered and in a room and then he called Misha and his mother. They were ecstatic and said they were on the way.

An hour later, the doctor had finally examined her and advised that she was 5 centimeters—he'd be back to check again soon. 

As soon as Malcolm ushered his mom and sister in the room, Misha exclaimed, "Look at that rock! Ooh, girl, let me see that!" She rushed over and lifted Lara's left hand—she grimaced, as it was the one that the IV had been put in, but Misha was gentle.  

"Mama, come and look at what your son finally did, and yes, ma'am, he did it right!"

"It just happened this morning!" Lara gushed. "Just after my water broke," she added sheepishly. She glanced at Malcolm and he winked at her.

"It's gorgeous," Mrs. Grayson said, bending down to kiss Lara's cheek, "Congratulations, Lara. I'm so happy that you'll be joining our family—officially." She went over to hug Malcolm.

"My baby boy has grown up!" she said, teasing him, "I'm so proud of you. Congratulations!"

"Have you set a date?" Misha asked, hugging Lara and starting to tear up, "A baby and a wedding, Lord, I'm so excited!"

"We haven't even discussed it. Let's get this baby out of me first, huh?" Lara said, breathing her way through another contraction. Malcolm rushed to her side and grabbed her hand. 




Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 05



"Damn, baby, you are doing so good," he said, squeezing her hand, "You sure you want to do this with no drugs?"

"No drugs?" Misha sputtered, "Girl, you are crazy! Cedric would've only had one child if I didn't have drugs."

They laughed and visited and discussed Misha's and Mrs. Grayson's birthing stories until the doctor came and Malcolm escorted his mother and sister to the waiting room. Cedric was there with their kids.

"Unca Malcolm! You're having a baby?" his niece said, tugging at his shirttail.

"Well, your Auntie Lara is going to have a baby—but it'll be mine too." 

"Is she okay?" his nephew asked, worrying about his Auntie.

"Yep," he said, "she's just busy. Do you think our baby will be a boy? Or a girl?"

The kids started debating which it would be and Malcolm took the opportunity to rush back to his wife-to-be.

"Ready to push, Mr. Grayson?" a nurse asked on her way out the door. He nodded and smiled.

He got a cool wet washcloth and pressed it to Lara's forehead. The doctor came in and talked to them for a few minutes, describing what would happen, what he wanted Malcolm to do, what Lara needed to do, and everyone was on the same page. 

"Good game plan, Doc," Malcolm said, "I feel like we should all put out hands in and yell, 'Go Lara!'"

Everyone chuckled and Lara smiled at Malcolm, eyes shining. She loved how he always tried to lighten the mood when she was stressed. But then, it was time for business. Malcolm supported, coached, yelled, and cried as Lara pushed his baby out. He stared in wonder at his love's beautiful pussy opening up to let life out. 

"Reach down and feel your baby's head, Lara," the nurse instructed and held up a mirror for Lara to watch. Malcolm took her hand and guided it down and they rubbed the slick head of their nearly-born child together. Lara choked with happiness, tears flowing in earnest now. 

Finally, the head emerged and the doctor had Lara pause for a moment to suction the nose and mouth. She was stretched as far as she possibly could be stretched at this point and finally the doctor told her to push again. The head was followed by a pair of little shoulders, a pooch of a rounded belly, butt, and folded up legs. The doctor pulled the legs apart to straighten out the cord and Malcolm stole a glance—a girl. IT'S A GIRL! She let out a shrieking wail just then and Malcolm grinned like a fool.

"She sounds like her mama! Baby, she's a girl, she's a perfect little girl! Oh my God, she's beautiful!" he said, kissing his wife-to-be. He had a fiancé and a baby girl. Malcolm realized that his life was changed—forever.



Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 06



The Final Chapter

"Thank you, Jesus!" Mrs. Grayson exclaimed, as the preacher held up the baby and introduced her as Miss Anastasia Giselle Grayson. The baby had just been baptized at the Grayson's family church, Misha and Cedric wholeheartedly agreeing to serve as godparents. Both Lara and Malcolm were wiping away tears, holding hands as they smiled out to the congregation. The preacher turned and handed little Ana to her daddy and the new family stepped down from the altar to sit back down with the Grayson family. 

After the church service ended, Malcolm noticed that Lara was more quiet than usual. 

"Baby, you okay?" he asked her as they drove to Misha's house for church supper.

Lara smiled and nodded, reaching over to hold his hand again. She looked back over her shoulder to see Ana wide awake, eyes darting everywhere, jaws working on her fist as she soothed herself. 

"I just can't believe how lucky I am," Lara finally shared, "This happiness is just too much to comprehend."

Malcolm smiled and squeezed her hand, "I feel the same way, love."

They pulled in just behind Cedric and Misha and they were ushered into the house amongst the chaos of a house full of family. Mrs. Grayson and Misha immediately scooped up Ana and took her to the kids' room. Malcolm and Lara waded through kids, aunties, uncles, and cousins.

"I want this many," Malcolm said, looking down at his nieces and nephew.

Lara smiled and nodded, "Me too."

Malcolm was kind of surprised but didn't let it show. It had almost been a year—they could get started on that right away, he thought, smiling to himself. They'd had sex since Ana was born—good sex. But not that wild, uninhibited, domination sex that they'd grown accustomed to. Although Ana nearly slept through the night, Lara always seemed to be preoccupied with listening for her. Which was how Malcolm wanted it. Lara was an excellent mother. Not too overprotective, not too coddling, but loving and supportive. She was always helping Ana to be more independent, learn more things. Her maternity leave had extended into something permanent and it seemed to work out better for everyone. Malcolm's salary was more than sufficient and it gave Lara plenty of time for Ana, planning this wedding that was supposed to take place in two weeks, and also to get registered for classes at a local college in the fall. 

Malcolm was loading Anastasia into her car seat and Lara was getting buckled in to head home when she turned started to say something.

"What?" Malcolm said, fiddling with the belts and clasps on the car seat.

"Nothing," Lara said, sighing as she turned back in her seat.

"Tell me," he said, smiling at his daughter, "You've got something to say, don't you?"

"Well," she turned back to him, "Yes, but I don't want you to freak out."

"Hell, Lara," he said, finally finished with the car seat and admiring his handiwork, "now you have to tell me."

She waited for him to round the car, slide into the driver's seat, and buckle up.

"I think we should not have sex until our honeymoon."

Malcolm busted out laughing for a second until he saw the determined jut of her chin.

"For real?" he asked, still chuckling, pointing back at Ana, "Honey, it's a bit too late for a virginal wedding night."

"Don't laugh at me," she said, looking out into the darkening road ahead of them, "I think it'll be good for us. Give us something amazing to look forward to after we promise to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Can you last that long?" Malcolm asked, grinning at her again.

She giggled this time, "I think I can manage not to jump your bones for two weeks."

"So we're talking about no sex, right? Does that include oral? I mean, we can still spoon at night, right? I can still rub on you and kiss you, right?"

Lara laughed again, "Well, I don't know. What do you think? I think we should set these rules up right."

"Well, let's go all out," Malcolm decided, thinking about how the anticipation was going to build, "I'll sleep in the spare bedroom. We can kiss each other goodnight. But no fondling, no spooning, no seeing each other naked. I think it's a great idea." 

"Wow," Lara said, "No sex until we're married."

"No sex until we're married," Malcolm agreed. They pulled into the driveway and headed into the house. Malcolm gathered up some of his clothes, got his toothbrush and other toiletries from the master bath and headed to the spare room while Lara settled Ana in the nursery. He joined them and changed the baby's diaper after Lara finished nursing. They both headed to their separate bathrooms and got ready for bed. Malcolm treaded down the hallway to their bedroom in his boxers and knocked softly. Lara opened the door a few seconds later wearing one of his ratty t-shirts. 

"Goodnight, my bride-to-be," he said softly, leaning in to give her a kiss. 

They kissed chastely on the mouth and she caressed his cheek with her hand.

"Goodnight, my future husband."

Malcolm headed back to the guest bedroom and crawled into the lonely bed. It was going to be a long night, but worth it in the end. Their honeymoon to the Dominican Republic was only 2 weeks away. He could stand 13 days of no sex. It would be good for him. He sighed and closed his eyes, thinking about what he was going to do to Lara once she was his wife. 

Lara tossed and turned in the king-sized bed without Malcolm. She was berating herself for her "bright" idea of no sex. She wanted Malcolm desperately. She reached down and pulled the hem of her t-shirt up, gliding one hand over her belly, up to her still-swollen-with-milk breasts, the other down to her throbbing pussy. Pregnancy hadn't taken too much of a toll on her body—her belly had never been 100% flat and it was still softly rounded from Ana's birth. Malcolm loved to lick and bite it, making her pudginess feel sexier than she ever thought possible. "I don't want to fuck a bag of bones," he'd always say. She gently squeezed her tender breast and felt a droplet of milk run down the smooth underside. How could something be so unsexy when she was feeding her daughter, but so naughty when it came to sex? She sighed and slipped her fingers through the wet mat of curls between her thighs and brush against her clit. Damn, I am so stupid, she thought to herself. I have a perfectly good dick two doors down the hall and I'm letting it go to waste!

She reached into the drawer in the nightstand and rifled through until she found the silky drawstring bag that held what she guessed would be her best friend for the next 13 days—Old Faithful, her smooth, squishy dildo. She rummaged a little more and found another bag—nipple clamps. She switched on the bedside lamp and sat up in bed, pulling her t-shirt over her head. She might as well make this good and the mirror propped up against the wall directly across the room would let her watch her fuck herself. She got on her knees and pinched and pulled her nipples until they were rock hard. She adjusted a clamp on each nipple, just until it hurt, then turned Old Faithful on the lowest setting before sliding it gently across her pussy. She gasped and continued to play with herself.

Malcolm couldn't go to sleep. He kept thinking about Lara in their bed alone. He went back and forth over whether he should go through with this "no sex" thing. Finally, he decided he'd just see if she was still awake. He crept down the hallway quietly and saw a light shining from the crack at the bottom of the door. He started to open it when he heard her gasp. He pressed his ear to the door and heard something vibrating. She was masturbating! That wanton little fiancée of his! He smiled and looked down at the tent that popped out of his boxers. Would she welcome him into their bed now? He wasn't sure. He thought if he could just open the door a crack, he might be able to see what she was really doing. He took the chance and opened the door a crack. He could see directly into the big mirror at the foot of their bed. The reflection of Lara on her knees, nipples clamped and erect, furiously fucking herself with the dildo nearly made his jaw drop. But if she was going to fuck herself, he was going to get his too. His hand dropped to his dick and he started stroking in time to her thrusts of the dildo. Goddamn, his bitch was fucking hot. 

Lara paused the dildo, propping it up against her clit while she reached up to adjust the nipple clamps. She wanted them to hurt. She tightened them and squeezed, the pain sending an instant pulse of pleasure to her clit. She was going to come soon. She pulled a pillow down and positioned it between her legs so she could put the dildo in her pussy and have something to ride, keeping her hands free. Every time she thrust her hips down onto the pillow, it pushed the dildo even further up inside. It was vibrating like crazy against her G-spot and she was lightly stroking her clit as well. She was afraid of squirting all over the pillow, so she turned the vibrator off and stood up. This masturbation session was getting a little bit complicated but she needed to come and she wanted to come hard. She needed to turn the heat up another notch, so she ran to the closet and pulled out her "fuck-me heels." She knew it was stupid to dress sexy just to fuck herself, but watching herself in the mirror was as much of a turn on as actually touching herself. So, there she stood, at the foot of her bed, towel spread out beneath her, red 4-inch heels on, nipples clamped, dildo in hand. She turned it back on and shoved it in her pussy again, teasing her clit again. She wished Malcolm were here. God, he would be tearing her ass up right about now. She stopped again, strolled back over to the nightstand and started searching for something else. 

Malcolm was thisclose to shooting his load all over the doorjamb. How in the hell did he get so lucky? His woman was a fucking freak in the bedroom. And if she got this fucking involved in fucking herself, it was no wonder they had such an amazing sex life. When she stopped the second time after donning the red heels, he slowed his stroke. He wanted them to come at the same time, even though she had no idea he was watching her reflection through a crack in the door. He saw her yank something out of the drawer and thrust her hand in the air victoriously as she strutted back over to her position in front of the mirror. Her butt plug? They hadn't used that thing in months. She was getting down and dirty! His dick throbbed again and his balls clenched up, ready to spew out. He squeezed the head, trying to hold the inevitable back. She had to be close too. Shoving the long, thick butt plug up her ass was going to push her over the edge. He watched as she stood, spread her legs, and stuck the plug in her mouth to get it wet. She used one hand to spread her cheeks while the other one positioned the butt plug against her asshole. She pressed it in and he saw her reach up to squeeze her breast. She was so fucking turned on. 

Lara felt the thickness of the plug as it penetrated her ass. Not quite as nice as Malcolm's dick, but it'll do, she thought. It slid in past the rings of her anus and she kept pushing until it was all the way in. She loved that feeling. She turned so she could see the end of the plug flaring out between her cheeks. She shoved the dildo back in and started fucking herself furiously again. In and out, in and out, she ended up squatting in the heels, butt touching the towel on the floor, pussy spread wide open. She pulled the dildo out again, replacing it with 2 fingers which she used to press directly on her G-spot. She was on the verge, so she pressed the vibrating dildo against her clit while she continued to plunge her fingers in and out of her pussy. There it was! She was rocked to her core. She managed to bite back the usual sounds, not wanting Malcolm to know what she was up to. But she squirted all around her fingers—she kept plunging, spraying the towel, the mirror, even the wall behind it. She just kept coming and coming. Finally, her hand dropped from her pussy and she slid her legs down so she was fully sitting down. Hell yes, that was amazing, she thought to herself, head lolling forward. She sat there for a minute before slowly removing the nipple clamps. She rubbed the nipples until they were tingling. She slowly got on her hands and knees and reached back to pull the plug from her butt. It slid out with a loud "pop." She gathered up the towel and her toys and took them to the bathroom to be cleaned in the morning. She brought paper towels back and cleaned the mirror and wall. Then she sat on the edge of the bed to take off the heels. Once they were safely stowed in the closet, she crawled into bed and was out like a light.  

Malcolm stroked his dick like a madman, and nearly panicked when he bumped into the door and it opened nearly all the way. She didn't notice. At this point, her eyes were closed tight, her fingers were thrusting in her pussy and she was about to come. Malcolm watched her bite her lip and knew that she was over the edge. At the same time, he fell over right along with her, catching his nut in his wadded up boxer shorts. As she squirted all over the mirror and wall, he stood in the doorway, twitching from his powerful orgasm and quickly grabbed the door, pulling it to. He stumbled down the hallway, fell into bed, and was knocked.

"How did you sleep last night, baby?" Malcolm asked, spooning cereal into his mouth, then spooning some into Ana's mouth. They enjoyed breakfast together nearly every day, giving Lara a few extra minutes to sleep in each morning. Malcolm rationalized this by saying he had to be up early for work anyway. He'd get the coffee going, a fresh diaper on Ana, and make breakfast before Lara would usually stumble into the kitchen to take over while he showered and dressed for work. 

"Great, actually," Lara said, smiling to herself as she remembered her marathon masturbation session, "How about you?"

"Not bad," Malcolm replied, smiling back at her. 

"Busy day today?" she asked, pouring her coffee.

"Not too bad," he replied, "What are your plans?"

"Grocery shopping, then just a few last minute things for the wedding," she stated, taking a big sip and reaching for his now-empty bowl, "But your mom and Misha have taken care of nearly everything. I just have to pick up the dress, get my hair and nails done, and then show up."

"That's good," he stood, handing her the baby's dishes and kissing her forehead, "Well, I'm going to shower." He kissed Ana too, talking animatedly to her as she laughed and cooed at him. 

"I don't know who's your biggest fan—me or her," Lara said, smiling at her man as he strutted down the hallway. "Your daddy is a charmer, Miss Ana."

Ana cooed and clapped her hands, "Da! Da! Da!"

"Yes, that's your Da." She picked the baby up and started the rest of their morning routine. She was supposed to head over to Misha's this afternoon and had a few errands to run that morning. She was tired from her "workout" last night. It was going to be a long 2 weeks.

Lara masturbated three more times that week. Malcolm snuck down the hall to listen outside their door each night and each night that he heard the familiar sighs, gasps, or vibrations, he took the chance to take a peek. She was usually so involved in the matter at hand, she didn't notice the slight crack in the door behind her left shoulder. It didn't get any more complicated after that first night, but it didn't get any less either. The second time, she dressed in her see-through bra and crotchless panties. The third time, she was butt naked, except she used a scarf to blindfold herself. Again, she knelt on the bed and she spent fifteen minutes rubbing her nipples, pussy, and ass before coming with her fingers only. Last night, she was on all fours on the bed and used only the butt plug. She pushed it in and pulled it out, over and over again, slowly. After a few minutes of this, she barely touched her clit and came full-force. It was amazing. Malcolm stood, dutifully adhering to their "no sex" rule, but jacking off in his boxers each time. He was beginning to feel like a Peeping Tom and had decided that he was going to abstain completely for the next week. If he didn't, he wasn't going to have anything left for their honeymoon, he thought, chuckling to himself. 

The next week passed by in a blur, much to their surprise. All of a sudden, it was Saturday morning and they were getting ready for their wedding. Malcolm had taken Ana over to hang out with Cedric. Misha had come to Lara's to help her get ready. They were having a small, fairly casual wedding at the same church Ana had been baptized at. They were inviting everyone back over to Misha's for a barbeque catered by one of Cedric's friends who owned a restaurant. Then, they'd head out for a week-long honeymoon in the Dominican Republic. Misha and Cedric would also be keeping Ana and they'd already transferred all of her "stuff" to their house. Everything was planned to the "T." 

"Thanks for helping me with my hair, Misha," Lara said as the two ladies sat in their slips and undies, make-up done, hair done, sipping on a pre-wedding cocktail. They still had an hour before they had to be at the church and were waiting until the last minute to get dressed, lest they spill their drinks.

"No problem," Misha replied, "It looks great, goes perfectly with your wedding outfit."

Lara had opted for a high-waisted, cream-colored skirt and blouse instead of a dress. Misha had sculpted Lana's short hair into close waves around her temple. The off-white birdcage veil would be pinned to her hair using the sapphire hair comb and the blue pumps and matching blue hydrangea bouquet finished everything off. Simple but classy. Misha was also serving as Lara's matron of honor and wore a similar skirt and blouse in dark blue. She knew Malcolm had a navy suit and Cedric's was dark brown. The twins would be flower girls and their son would bear the rings. They were only expecting 50 or so guests. 

Finally, time came. They rode to the church and saw Malcolm's truck was already here. 

"He showed up," Lara said out loud, before blushing and covering her mouth.

Misha burst out laughing, "Of course he showed up, you silly woman. He loves you!"

They stood in the narthex and Misha peeked inside. 

"You ready?" she turned and whispered to Lara.

Lara nodded. 

"Okay, I just motioned to the preacher. I'm going in now and you wait until you hear the wedding march, okay?"

Lara nodded again, clutching the bouquet.

She cracked the door and watched Misha saunter down the aisle. She couldn't see Malcolm, but knew he was there waiting for her. Then the wedding march started.

Lara pulled open one of the double doors and was overcome with emotion. Everyone she knew and cared about was in this room to witness her pledging herself to the man she loved.

Malcolm's breath caught in his throat when he saw Lara sauntering down the aisle. She was stunning. The pastor, Misha and Cedric, the entire congregation disappeared and all there was was Lara. And then she was standing right in front of him, smiling, wiping his tears and then her own. He felt Cedric grip his shoulder reassuringly and he took Lara's hands as he turned them both toward the pastor. The ceremony was a blur—or rather, it was just Lara. She was all he could focus on. The way her hands felt in his; the soft scent of her perfume mingling with the flowers she'd handed off to Misha. He felt Cedric bump him again and he realized they'd said the words, exchanged the rings, and now it was time to kiss his wife—HIS WIFE!!

Lara had never seen Malcolm so emotional. She was lost in him. Her strong, caring, supportive, courageous, loving husband. Her husband. She was on cloud nine. They kissed a kiss so perfect, so chaste and sexy and full of promise. Then they were rushing down the aisle and everyone was cheering.




Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 06



The next few hours were a blur. Then they were sitting side-by-side, sipping champagne on the airplane that would take them first to Orlando, then to Punta Cana, DR. Following a perilous ride to the resort on a bus, they finally arrived at nearly midnight. Lara looked up at the millions of twinkling stars as Malcolm led her up to the door where they were greeted by several gorgeous Dominican women with trays of fruity cocktails. They checked in quickly and were escorted to a sumptuous suite. 

"So, Mrs. Grayson, are you too tired to take a walk with me?"

Lara had just emerged from the bathroom and had a colorful silk robe tied around her full figure. Malcolm had donned a pair of khaki shorts and a white wifebeater. 

She shook her head and slid her feet into a pair of sandals. Malcolm took her hand and they left the room. They walked through the darkness and heard the soft sounds of couples laughing and the gentle whoosh of the ocean waves. The sidewalk ended and they stepped into the powdery white sand. Down the beach, they could see a bonfire—the source of the laughter revealed—but Malcolm led Lara in the opposite direction. She didn't notice, but as they walked further away from the fire, Malcolm's hand around her waist started loosening the sash of her robe. 

They were hidden in the shadows of the palm trees that were dotted along the beach, but were still able to see the dark figures surrounding the bonfire. Malcolm stopped and with one jerk, pulled the robe from Lara's body. She gasped when she felt the warm ocean breeze waft across her private parts. 

"Malcolm, what are you doing?" she hissed, pressing up against him trying to hide her body from the people down the beach.

"They can't see you, baby," he crooned in her ear, rubbing his big hands from her naked shoulders down and around her smooth, round buttocks. She'd not put on a bra or panties after freshening up in their suite—just the robe—so she was standing there naked in the sand in just her sandals. 

He left her robe lying near the copse of palms and pulled her hand, leading her to a row of about fifteen rough, wooden huts at the edge of a more dense area of trees. These buildings looked to be part of an open-air market, where guests could barter with locals over all kinds of merchandise. 

Malcolm looked back at his bride, her skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. His own skin against hers looked like an ink blot. He spread his fingers around her arm and felt his dick jump at the contrast it presented. He checked his pocket for the butt plug he'd hidden while Lara had been in the bathroom—it was there, smooth against the palm of his hand. His other pocket held the sash from her robe.

"What are you doing, Malcolm? I'm nervous, anybody could walk over here."

"I bet your pussy is wet though, isn't it?" Malcolm teased, checking one of the huts—it was empty and just happened to have a tall folding table leaning against the back wall. They walked a bit further. He was going to make this interesting for her. 

Lara squirmed nervously, anxious for what Malcolm was planning. Her pussy was wet, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Malcolm knew her so well. 

"Walk down to the trees where I left your robe, but do not put it on," he instructed, "Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"We going to play grown-up hide and seek."

A shiver ran up her spine at this news. 

"You're going to close your eyes, count to 60, and then come and find me." She looked at the distance between the palm trees and the row of huts. 

"But first, I need you to come here," Malcolm said, curling his finger at her. She sauntered over to him and he bent her at the waist. She gasped but stayed bent over. She felt his fingers trace over her pussy lips, dive in, and then her moisture was spread over her asshole. His finger delved into that opening as well. 

"Open your mouth," he said through gritted teeth.

She felt him slide a butt plug between her lips. She sucked and moaned. Then he pulled it free and began slowly working it into her butt. It finally penetrated her completely and he tugged at the flared edges gently. Then he felt both of his hands at the base of her butt. When he pulled away, she felt the silk of her robe sash sliding between her legs. He pulled her back against him and grabbed the sash. He threaded it around one of her wrists and then pulled the other one back and tied them together. 

"Don't struggle too much," he warned, chuckling, "You'll pull it out." 

She slightly tugged her wrists away from her body and felt the tug on her butt plug. It had her moaning again. 

"Go," Malcolm ordered. Lara obediently shuffled toward the palm trees. As soon as he heard her start to count, Malcolm took off, his footsteps silent in the sand. He retrieved the table from the first hut and darted to the next-to-last hut. The table legs creaked as he opened the table, but they held firmly in the sand. He took off all of his clothes and tip-toed through the shadows to hide behind his bride. 

He heard her finish counting and his heart started racing. 

"Malcolm?" she purred, walking toward the huts, "Ready or not, here I come..." 

She had no idea he was behind her. She took her time, sashaying from one hut to the next. She had to walk into each one and face the darkness—she couldn't see into them. She finally got to the next-to-last hut and he could tell she was frustrated and slightly scared. 

"C'mon, Malcolm, stop playing," she whispered, walking into the dark hut.

Malcolm didn't say anything, just rushed in behind her and pushed her onto the waiting table. She bent at the waist and her breasts were pressed against the smooth wood table top. 

Lara yelped, shocked, and then said his name fearfully. "Malcolm?"

He didn't answer.

She knew it was him. Didn't she? The hands that were running up and down her back felt familiar. 

"Malcolm, answer me."

Nothing. The butt plug was pulled unceremoniously out of her asshole and she screamed. It was shoved back in and she groaned. Then, she felt a hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. 

"Malcolm, baby?"

The only answer she got was a hard dick shoved in her cunt. She was gushy wet and her pussy made a slurping sound as the dick slid in and out. She wanted to touch her clit, but her hands were still bound behind her. 

She was so fucking wet, and she wasn't 100% sure it was him. For all she knew, it could've been a local, another guest, a complete stranger fucking her like this. The idea of somebody else fucking his wife turned him on and pissed him off at the same time. He pounded into her rhythmically and reached around to stimulate her clit. As soon as his fingers touched the hard little nub, she screamed, long and loud. 

Lara felt her pussy clench around her husband's dick as she came. A few thrusts later, she felt his seed pouring into her. 

She sighed and felt his chest press against her back, the weight of him draped over her. After a minute, he stood and pulled her up alongside him. 

"You knew it was me the whole time, didn't you?" he teased, pulling his clothes back on.

"Not the whole time," she teased back, "But I definitely knew it was you before you came."

"What gave it away?" he asked.

"Are you going to untie me now?" she said, changing the subject.

"Not yet," he replied, pulling her along, still tied and plugged. They got to the copse of palms and he picked it up, dusting the sand off. He draped it over her shoulders and pulled it closed with his hand. Then he began leading her toward the bonfire and the edge of the sidewalk. She stopped suddenly.

"Malcolm, untie me so I can close the robe," Lara pleaded.

"No."

She bit her lip and looked at the mischievous gleam in his eye. She decided she'd play along. 

She was just a step behind him, shoulders bent forward to keep the robe closed. She saw the edge of the sidewalk and let out a sigh of relief. Until Malcolm walked past it. He was heading toward the bonfire!

Malcolm looked back at Lara and saw her eyes widen. He reached back and put his arm around her shoulders. At least he'd help her keep the robe closed this way. 

There were six couples around the fire—two couples were a bit further away and seemed to be headed toward something as risqué as what Malcolm and Lara had just finished. When Lara finally found the courage to raise her head, she almost gasped again. This was apparently a nude beach. Of the four couples closest to the fire, three of the women were completely baring their breasts. The other had a wrap tied loosely around her chest, but it was obvious she was not wearing a bathing suit top underneath. She vaguely heard Malcolm introducing himself to the first couple.

"And this is my wife, Lara," he said. She smiled at the couple but did not offer her hand or even a wave...yeah, still tied up. 

"I'm Anton, this is my wife Sonja," the man said. The couple appeared to both be Hispanic and after talking for a few minutes, they revealed they were actually from Spain. Sonja had small, pert breasts with huge areolas and dark nipples that jutted out and up. The woman who was covered introduced herself as Mindy and her husband was Jeff. They were both white and were actually from Ohio. Malcolm mentioned being from Kentucky and practicing law in Cincinnati, so he and Jeff bantered about their Ohio commonalities for a bit. By the time their conversation was over, another couple had moved away from the fire and seemed to be getting into some heavy petting. We heard a moan from a couple even further away and Anton felt like he had to explain.

"Please ignore them—they're celebrating their anniversary and tend to get a little randy sometimes," he said, studying Malcolm for his reaction. 

Malcolm only nodded and turned his attention to the other couple sitting near the fire. He introduced us—I smiled again. The man and his companion stood, introducing themselves as John and Tara. Tara was slightly bigger than me. Her belly hung over her bikini bottoms just slightly and her breasts were huge and pendulous. She was tan all over and her pink nipples hung so low, they grazed her belly. 

"All natural," she said, lifting them slightly. My mouth dropped open a bit and I closed it hurriedly. What were these people doing out here?

Anton stood again, speaking for the group. 

"We're actually part of a nudist colony—I hope that doesn't offend you, but this is a nude beach. We meet here each year to celebrate our anniversaries. The anniversaries of when we joined the nudist colony."

Malcolm looked at me, smiling. 

I finally spoke up, "Oh no, we're not offended. We're all adults here."

But I was so ready to get back to the privacy of our room.

"We're usually all alone at this hour—the owners of the resort don't mind if we gather like this during the late night hours. We are all regular customers," Anton continued to explain.

"Really, it's no big deal," Malcolm assured them, "We're kind of experimental with the nude thing ourselves."

I elbowed him as best I could with my hands bound behind me. He smirked down at me but pulled me closer. The moans from the couple just out of the fire-light got louder. I smiled nervously.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Malcolm asked, discretely pulling the ties from my hands and the butt plug. I waited for him to pull it out but he didn't. He quickly wrapped the tie around my waist and led me over to one of the benches near Jeff and Mindy. 

"Not at all, please, sit," Anton said, looking a bit shocked. 

I struggled to get my hands through the arms of the robe and hastily tied it closed. 

"Tell us about the colony," Malcolm pressed. He pulled me down next to him and the plug pushed deeper inside. I grunted a bit. Nobody seemed to notice. 

Jeff and Mindy started sharing their experience with the colony.

"I'd always been curious," Jeff explained, "But then when I met Mindy and I realized what a little exhibitionist she was, I figured I'd bring it up to her. Luckily, she was as curious as I was about the lifestyle. I met Anton at work and it somehow came up. He invited us to a weekend (which just happened to be the anniversary of his and Sonja's first nude weekend) and we were both hooked. We met some other first-timers and just kind of clicked. After a few weekends together, we decided to make our "anniversary," if you will, a more special trip. We still get together at the colony several times a year."

Lara glanced up at Malcolm and wondered what he was thinking. She realized that her nipples were hard, not from the butt plug, but from the exhibition story she'd just heard. 

"What do you think about it Mindy?" Lara asked, wanting a woman's point of view. 

"I love it, honestly," she gushed, pressing her breasts against her husband's side, "The thrill of being so free and having people watch us be intimate....it's unlike anything I've ever felt. And it's so much safer than the crazy exhibitionist antics I kept trying to drag Jeff into. At the colony, we know that there might be a lot of looking, but there's no touching. Unless it's invited."

"You mean other people may touch you?" I asked, shocked.

"The main point of the colony is nudity. But there are definitely members of the colony who are into swinging too. But it's never forced on anyone. The swingers usually plan outings outside the colony, kind of like this one." 

"We don't swing," Sonja said, speaking up softly, "But we definitely like to watch." 

Lara felt her pussy moisten for the umpteenth time that night. She was scared, but wondered what Malcolm was thinking. She couldn't wait to get him back to the room so they could discuss. They were both semi-exhibitionist—they never planned for anyone to see, but they liked to put themselves in situations where they might be seen. It was quite a turn-on. 

Malcolm put his hand on her thigh. "So," he began, "If my wife and I wanted to join you one evening, are you here every night? And would that be possible?"

"We don't usually let random people join in. I mean, we're friendly with other guests and all," Anton explained. He looked over to Jeff and then to John. Lara couldn't help but notice their discrete nods. Anton continued, "But let us discuss for just a minute—do you mind?"

Malcolm stood and pulled Lara to him. "Not at all. Honestly, I haven't even discussed this with my wife yet. But we've got a bit of an exhibitionist streak as well, pardon the pun."

Everyone giggled nervously. 

"How about you all discuss and stop by our room tonight to let us know?" Malcolm suggested, giving them the room number and leading Lara away from the group.

"Definitely," Anton agreed, reaching out to shake Malcolm's hand as they left. Lara felt a shiver run up and down her spine at the thought of being watched while she did dirty things with Malcolm. The rational part of her was screaming "NO" but the horny, freaky, sensual side of her was wet with anticipation and excitement. 

"What do you think?" Malcolm asked her, as soon as they were out of earshot from the group, again walking up the cool sidewalk. 

Lara stopped, took his hand, and pulled it up and under her robe, grazing his fingers against the wetness of her pussy.

"I think I'm scared, but I like it." 

Malcolm grinned. 

Lara was lying in the bed, having just been thoroughly fucked again, missing the fullness of her husband's cock and the butt plug. Malcolm was in the bathroom when she heard the soft knock on the door. It had been a little more than an hour since they'd left the group of nudists back on the beach. She had no idea that her honeymoon was going to take such a crazy turn. 

Malcolm hurried from the bathroom to the door and she could hear his hushed voice and that of Anton. She couldn't tell what the results had been. She waited patiently for him to return to their bed. 

"So, Mrs. Grayson," Malcolm began, "How would you feel about hanging out on the beach again tomorrow night?"

"With the nudists?" she asked, rubbing herself up against him.

"Ummm, yes," he responded, tweaking her nipple, "I told Anton that we'd probably just watch and not participate as much the first time."

"Are they going to be okay with that?" she asked.

"He said it would be okay," Malcolm said, rubbing her belly, down toward her mound.

"Because, I wouldn't mind baring a little," she said, arching up toward his hand.

"Oh yeah? What are you willing to show off, Wife?"

She paused. It was his idea, right? Was he going to be mad if the other men looked at her?

"Um, only what you're comfortable with," she clarified.

"As long as nobody touches you, I'm good Lara."

"I don't want anybody to touch me. Just you," she said, pulling him down so she could kiss him. Her tongue invaded his mouth and they both moaned. 

"I think it will be hot. To have them looking at my beautiful wife, knowing they can't have her. I think it will be even hotter if I'm pleasuring her at the same time. Are you going to be okay with that?" Malcolm asked, challenging her further. He rolled her over on her back and spread her thighs with his knee.

She nodded, looking him straight in the eye.

"How about we do what we feel? No touching from anybody else. We don't touch anybody else. And if it gets to be too much for either of us, we just walk away?" Malcolm suggested, pressing his hard dick against her pussy.

"That sounds perfect. No hard feelings if we quit before the other is ready," Lara added.

"Exactly," Malcolm said, kissing his wife soundly and entering her wet sheath. 

The next day, they had a quick breakfast then lounged until time for their couples' massage. At lunch, they ate in one of the resort restaurants and happened to see John and Tara. The couple approached their table with a wave. Lara stood and Tara pulled her into a quick hug. 

"I hear you're going to be joining us tonight," Tara whispered in her ear before ending the hug. Lara nodded shyly.

"It'll be great," Tara said, looking up at John smiling.

"We'll see you then," Malcolm said, shaking John's hand. The couple sat back down to nervously finish their meal. They headed to the water sports area afterward, hand in hand and decided to sunbathe a bit before dinner.

Lying on the towel on her stomach, Lara raised up to look at Malcolm. He was reading a book, sunglasses perched on his nose, chocolate skin slightly sweaty from the sun and greased from the sun block. 

"I think I should get ready for tonight," Lara said. Malcolm looked over at her, brows furrowed. 

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Can you undo my top?" she asked, rolling closer to him so he could unsnap her bikini top.

She felt his hands at her back and at the nape of her neck. She felt the bikini triangles pool around her breasts and she lay back on her stomach.

"You won't get any practice lying on your stomach like that," Malcolm teased.

"You're right," she said, rolling onto her back. Her breasts, bigger and more jiggly since the birth of Ana, dropped against her chest, slightly rolling to the sides. Malcolm reached out and pulled her nipple and she gasped. 

"That's going to be okay with you?" she asked him.

He nodded and then looked up to see a lone man walking by holding a waveboard.

The man definitely looked down at Lara's breasts. Malcolm felt nervous but he saw the man's slight grin and knew Lara saw it too.

"Your first voyeur experience—and the verdict is?" Malcolm asked her.

"I give it two thumbs up," she said, grinning, "How about you?"

"It was exciting," Malcolm assured her. He knew that she'd be blazing hot and wet tonight. He'd have a hard time not fucking the shit out of her in front of the group of strangers. He wondered how she'd feel about that.

"How far do you want to go tonight?" he asked.

"I thought we were going to play it by ear? As soon as somebody wants to stop, we stop," she explains, then asks, "Right?"




Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 06



"Right," Malcolm says, ecstatic that there's a possibility that he might get to fuck his wife in front of an audience. 

Lara couldn't help the flutter in her stomach as she felt the breeze blowing against her bare nipples. She was going to do everything she could tonight to tempt Malcolm to take it to another level. She was already wet thinking about watching Anton, Jeff, and John as they watched her virile husband take her on the beach. Not that she wanted the other men—not at all. But having anybody watch her cum on her husband's dick made her insides turn to mush. 

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They had room service bring their dinner that night so they could relax, nap, and prepare themselves for their late night rendezvous. Anton had told Malcolm they'd start the bonfire at 1:00am. They laughed and fed each other dinner. Lara took a long, luxurious bath and then napped while Malcolm took his turn in the bathroom. She felt him climb into bed with her at some point. Finally, their alarm went off at 12:30am. Lara sat up, feeling refreshed but suddenly nervous. Malcolm sat up as well, rubbing her shoulders, pulling her up against his chest.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, nuzzling, kissing, and licking her neck.

She nodded, arching her neck against him. 

She finally pulled away and gathered her "outfit" for the evening. She stepped into a pair of white bikini bottoms and folded up a colorful green wrap so she could tie it around her breasts. 

Malcolm pulled on a pair of faded cut-off shorts, then busied himself with gathering up a blanket and a bottle of wine. 

"Time to go," Lara whispered, heading for the door. 

They were silent as they walked toward the beach. They could see the group in the same spot, Anton, Jeff, and another guy they hadn't met yet were arranging the wood in the pit. Everyone else was seated on the benches around the pit. Anton paused to make introductions, as several of the couples had been preoccupied the last time Lara and Malcolm visited. 

"You know Sonja, Jeff, Mindy, John and Tara. This is Caleb and Sara, Jack and Darla, and Mike and Lachelle."

Caleb and Sara were a cute younger, interracial couple—he was white, she was Asian. Jack and Darla were both white and seemed to be older, but still quite in shape. Mike and Lachelle were both black and seemed to be about Malcolm and Lara's age. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Malcolm and Lara—they're on their honeymoon and just happened to stumble upon our group yesterday. They're both a little curious, as I explained last night, and will be joining us to see how they like it."

Mike spoke up, "Welcome, hope you guys enjoy it. Don't be shy and don't be offended." 

Sara waved, "Don't feel pressured either. We just like to have fun and enjoy looking at each other." 

Lara smiled and squeezed Malcolm's hand.

"Well, Anton, it's just past 1. You want to light the fire?"

"Yep," he said, walking toward the pit with a lighter and a bit of kindling, "Get comfy everybody." 

Apparently, this was the signal for everyone to get naked. The ladies started unclasping bathing suit tops and unwrapping wraps. Malcolm reached up behind Lara and tugged the knot holding her wrap on. It dropped and he grabbed it before it hit the sand.

She looked up at him, searching his eyes, making sure he was okay. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She took the wrap and draped it over the nearest bench. Sara was sitting in Caleb's lap and his long, thin penis was poking up between her legs. Lara averted her eyes, lest she be caught staring.

"Don't be shy, baby," Malcolm reassured her, "Looking is what it's all about."

She nodded and looked over at John and Tara. Tara was lying back on the bench and John was kneeling between her thick legs. Her belly was pressed up and she seemed to have no qualms about her fat rolls. Her heavy breasts had fallen back against her neck and she was desperately plucking at her nipples. John pressed his hand against her lower belly and eagerly started licking up and down her bare pussy. 

Lara thought about her own hairy snatch. Was everyone but her shaved? She looked around and finally saw that Lachelle had a full bush. 

Mike had Lachelle sitting on one of the benches, legs spread, and was feeding her his short, thick dick. She was fingering herself and her full lips were stretched around his cock. She was gazing over at Malcolm, waiting for his goods to be revealed. 

Lara wondered if she should be jealous. She was slightly wary, but knew that they'd agreed on a look, don't touch rule. Malcolm pulled her to him and started fondling her breasts. She stopped worrying and decided to just enjoy herself. The darkness around the bonfire seemed to be protecting them, enclosing them in a kind of womb. 

"Ooh shit, Anton, look at Jack and Darla," Sonja said, pointing to the older couple who had spread out a blanket on the outskirts of the group. Jack had Darla on her hands and knees and he was going to town on her. 

"He's in my ass, Sonja!" Darla yelled breathlessly.

"Get that ass Jack," Jeff said, "I'm going to get in Mindy's ass in just a minute."

"Is it asshole night?" Mike asked, grinning mischievously at Lachelle.

She moaned and sucked his dick with even more enthusiasm.

"Is it asshole night?" Malcolm whispered in Lara's ear. 

She looked him straight in the eye and nodded. 

"That's my bitch," he said, slapping her ass hard as he pulled her to him and kissed her.

"Oooh, Daddy," Lara whispered when their kiss broke. She reached for the blanket and instead of walking away from the group to spread it out, she positioned it right between the benches that Mike and Lachelle were at and the one Caleb and Sara were still snuggled up on. Jack and Darla were not far away. 

"I wanna watch Lara and Malcolm," Mindy said, pulling Jeff and their blanket right beside the one Lara had just laid out.

"Yeah, Lara and Malcolm are going to be hot—the newbies!" Anton said. Sonja and Tara pulled a bench over to the other side of their blanket. Anton sat at one end and Sonja bent down to unzip his shorts. Tara pulled John to the other end of the bench and she pressed her breasts against his face. 

Lara didn't know what to do. She didn't realize they were going to be the center of attention. Malcolm dropped his shorts and then hooked his fingers into her bikini bottoms and pulled her to him. 

He kissed her and then started dropping kisses down her neck, chest, and belly as he knelt to take her bottoms off. 

"Look at that ass," Caleb said, admiring Lara's behind.

Malcolm smiled and slapped her naked butt, much to everyone's amusement.

"That's what got me hooked," he said, snickering. Lara flushed, but didn't waver. 

"Can you spread her cheeks?" Caleb asked. Malcolm briefly glanced up at Lara. She inclined her head, acquiescing to the request.

Malcolm stood.

"Touch your toes," he said to Lara. She obeyed without hesitation. He stood over her and spread her ass cheeks open for Caleb to view.

"Wait, I wanna see!" several of the men and women leapt up from their blankets or benches to take a look at Lara's asshole. Malcolm licked his finger and let a string of saliva follow the path to her little rosebud. He worked it in slowly until it disappeared to his last knuckle.

"Yeah, baby, look. That shit looks good." Mike said, pulling Lachelle up to see. Mike bent Lachelle over the bench and spit onto her asshole. A couple of people moved so they could watch both ladies asses. Mike stuck one finger in and followed it up with a second. 

Lachelle gasped, "More baby." 

Mike spit again and shoved three fingers in her ass, moving them in and out. Lachelle groaned.

"Gotta get me ready for that fat dick," she explained. Lara looked up through her legs and saw Mike's dick dangling between his legs. It was as dark as the rest of him and it was definitely fatter than Malcolm's. Malcolm's was at least a couple of inches longer. 

"Did you bring our toy, baby?" Lara asked, still bent over.

"Don't move," he said, walking over to his shorts. He pulled the butt plug out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth as he walked over.

"Squat down, Lara," Lachelle said, looking at her from between her legs.

Lara looked up at Malcolm and he nodded. They were checking with each other about everything and it seemed to make them both feel better. She squatted, spreading her legs. Malcolm squatted down beside her and started working the plug in. Lara was moaning. 

The flared end of the plug stuck out between her fat butt cheeks, so when she finally stood again, everyone could still see the evidence of the toy. 

"Now suck me," Malcolm instructed. He sat down at her feet, lay back on the blanket, and indicated that she should kneel between his legs. She got on her hands and knees and deep-throated her husband's dick. 

Caleb had finally stuck his long, thin dick into Sara's pussy and she was bouncing up and down on it. That thing has to be in her lungs, Lara thought. Sara was extremely vocal (they must've been the moaning couple from the night before) and she was gasping and talking out of her head.

"She sounds like you," Malcolm commented.

Lara laughed with his dick still in her mouth. 

Lara looked up to see Sonja sucking Anton's dick. She started to match her rhythm with Sonja's—Anton's dick was the most similar to Malcolm's. Anton reached around and grabbed Sonja's hair, pulling her head as far back as it would go. He was standing now, stroking his dick up and down her throat forcefully. Lara looked down and saw that Sonja was playing with herself and seemed to be on the verge of cumming herself. 

Malcolm couldn't believe Lara was so comfortable doing this. He'd never even thought to ask her about anything voyeuristic. This opportunity just kind of fell into their lap. He was beyond excited that she had embraced this shit as much as he had. He took his eyes off of Lara for a second and looked over at the older couple. Jack was still pounding into Darla's asshole. She was throwing her hips back at him and they were both close to cumming. He looked back at Lara and she seemed to be watching Sonja and Anton behind him. He looked to his other side and Mike had Lachelle up to four fingers in her ass. Mike does have a fat dick, Malcolm thought, but surely she can't take any more fingers. Just as he said that, Mike drizzled a stream of lube on her asshole and added his thumb to the mix. He was going to have his hand in her ass in a minute. He decided to ask.

"You gonna fist her Mike?" Malcolm asked and felt Lara stop sucking so she could turn her head and watch.

"I'm gonna try," Mike said, smiling down at Malcolm, then back at Lachelle's asshole.

"You still okay, baby?" Mike asked Lachelle. She was keening and moaning, in some kind of zone. 

"Yesssss!" she hissed, "Fill me up, Mike!"

Mike started rotating his wrist, keeping his fingers and thumb tucked as tightly as he could. He was twisting and pushing, twisting and pushing. Lachelle was pushing back at him, widening her hole. He pulled his hand away altogether for just a second and everyone could see how her asshold was gaping open.

"I'm gonna put the balloon in, baby," Mike said, rifling through a duffle bag. He pulled out an instrument that Lara had never seen. It slid easily into her asshole and Mike started pumping something. 

"What is that doing?" Lara asked Malcolm. Mike answered, "It's a balloon, a thick-skinned balloon. I pump it up and it fills her up. I release some of the air and try to pull it out so it widens her asshole. Then I can put my whole fist in."

Lara could only watch, entranced, still on her hands and knees. Malcolm stood up and walked behind her. 

"Did you bring the stuff I wanted?" Malcolm asked Anton. Lara frowned—what stuff, she thought.

"Yep, in the red bag over there," Anton indicated. He had Sonja on her back and was eating her pussy.

Malcolm brought the red back over and knelt down behind Lara.

"What is it?" Lara asked, torn between looking at Malcolm and looking at Mike and Lachelle.

"I asked Anton if he had any extra toys—he told me he and Sonja always had an extra supply of new toys. We came prepared, but not as prepared as we are now," Malcolm explained.

"Don't worry, Lara, they've never been used. And he paid me for them. I tried to give them to him...I told him my payment was getting to watch him use them on you," Anton explained, raising his wet face from his wife's pussy.

Lara blushed.

"Do we have one of those?" she said, suddenly tired of being shy.

Malcolm held up a box: "Booty Balloon." 

Lara rolled over onto her back and spread her legs.

"Get this plug out and get the balloon in," Lara said.

Malcolm bent down and bit her inner thigh gently. 

Suddenly, a scream pierces the air and all eyes go to Darla. She's finally orgasmed on Jack's dick and he's returning the favor, slamming into her as hard as he can. They both fall to the blanket in a heap. Everyone smiles and turns their attention back to Lachelle and Mike. The balloon is halfway in and halfway out now—her asshole is stretched as far as it's going to go and they both know it. Lachelle is grunting and moaning. Mike deflates the balloon and squirts some more lube on his hand. He works it in again, slowly twisting all five digits. All of a sudden, his hand slips in and Lachelle squeals. 

"Fuck, yes, baby," she said. 

"Can you lay down on the bench, 'Chelle?" he asks her. She nods, legs quivering as they maneuver. Mike carefully turns his hand as she rolls. She is now flat on her back, asshole full of Mike's hand, and breathing hard. 

"Make me cum, Mike, make me cum!" she screams, squirming on his hand.

"I'ma spread my fingers and suck on that clittie and I want you to come in my face. Okay, 'Chelle?"

She only nods and I can see it in her face when his fingers spread. He bends down and his lips clasp over her clit and he starts sucking. She explodes. He slides his hand out of her ass slowly as she shudders around him. 

Lara can feel the pressure of her own balloon now. Malcolm had been slowly inflating it as Lara watched Lachelle orgasm. 

Mike has cuddled Lachelle up in his arms so Lara turns her attention again back to her husband. 

"I'm not ready for your fist," Lara quietly confesses.

"I know baby, I don't think I'm ready for that either," Malcolm says, grinning, "But do you like the balloon? Do you like the fullness?"

Lara nods. Malcolm tugs at the balloon and Lara can really feel it. 

"I want to put my dick in you now."

She nods again. He hovers over her, without releasing the balloon, and slides his dick smoothly into her pussy. Double fullness. Mmmm, Lara thinks. 

He fucks her with her ankles up around his ears until she explodes herself, pussy juices squirting all over the blanket. 

"We got another squirter!" Caleb yells, "Look baby, she squirts like you!" Sara blushes but continues to ride his long dick. She has already come once, dripping all over her husband's lap. He's close to cumming now and she wants them to do it together this time. 

Malcolm turns to look at Caleb and Sara, her juices evident on Caleb's thighs. Lara raises up on her elbows and sees the evidence as well. She grins at Malcolm and he laughs. 

"I'm ready to take that ass, Mrs. Grayson."

"I'm ready for you to have it, Mr. Grayson." 

Lara rolls over and assumes the hands and knees position again. She feels Malcolm deflate the balloon that has filled her up and then immediately feels his dick taking the place of the balloon. It slid in so easily, no pain, no friction, nothing. But her asshole immediately tightens around his dick.

"Oooh, shit, baby, that's it," Malcolm croons into her ear. Lara looks over to see Lachelle riding Mike's dick—he looks ready to cum. On her other side, Jack and Darla are still spooning in their afterglow. She can hear the slurping sounds of Sara's pussy on Caleb's dick and knows that he's ready to cum too. 

She looks behind her—Jeff is pounding away in Mindy's pussy. Mindy's face is red in the light of the fire and she's panting. As soon as she cums, Jeff pulls out and they switch positions—Lara is confused for a second, but finally realizes that Mindy has on a strap-on. Apparently, Jeff's ass is already lubed because she slides right in and starts pumping her hips. It's one of those things that is totally hot because it's so risqué, but nothing that she'd ever want to do to Malcolm. She turns to the side and looks at Malcolm questioningly. 

"Never gonna happen babe," he whispers in her ear.

She smiles and whispers back, "Thank goodness."

Malcolm speeds up his thrusts. He reaches around and starts to stroke Lara's clitoris. She moans.

Malcolm looks up at Anton and Sonja—she has her plump ass on top of him and is riding him like there's no tomorrow. Malcolm is reminded of his wife's pregnant belly, swollen breasts, and wide hips riding him just a short time ago. Fuck, that was hot, he thinks. I can't wait to knock her ass up again so I can see that body on top of me.

He looks down at Lara and continues to stroke her clit. He reaches further and inserts a finger in her pussy and then back to her clit. She is close.

Everyone around them is either close to cumming or already there. Lara focuses and starts throwing her ass back. She starts talking crazy, incoherently, and then she lets go. It is a beautiful thing, Malcolm thinks. Her asshole is constricting around his dick and he feels the pressure reach that boiling point. He lets go and goes as deep as he can to release his nut in Lara's guts. They collapse on the blanket together. After a few minutes, the other couples are quietly talking, dressing. 

Malcolm and Lara sit up and start looking for their clothes as well. Malcolm checks his watch—2:45am? He can't believe that they've been watching, performing foreplay, and fucking for almost 3 hours. He shows his watch to Lara and her mouth drops open.

After dressing, gathering up all of their new (and old) toys, and saying good-bye to everyone else, they slowly make their way back to their room. They are both sated and ready to sleep. They jump in the shower for a quick wash and rinse and then climb into bed together. 

"I've never felt closer to you than right now," Malcolm says, kissing Lara's temple as they curl up.

"I feel the same way," Lara says, snuggling closer, "Who would've thought that having an audience can make me feel like we're the only two people in the world?"

They didn't join the nudist group again. It was an incredible experience, but they both agreed they should spend the rest of the two weeks focused only on each other. Lara did remind Malcolm to exchange email addresses with Anton. "You never know what we might want to do in a month or two," she said with a sly smile.

"Very true," Malcolm said, kissing his wife's smiling lips. 

A week and a half later, they are packing their bags, ready to get back to their baby. 

"I've missed Ana so much, but I've had such an incredible time," Lara explained.

"I can't wait to get back to her sweet face," Malcolm says, stowing the suitcases next to the door.

"So, if I told you there might be another sweet face to look at in the next 7 months or so, what would you say to that?" Lara asked, lying back on the bed.

Malcolm darted back into the bedroom from the bathroom. "What do you mean?"

Lara smiled. "I'm pregnant."

Malcolm's face cracked, he was smiling so hard. "Oh, baby, baby, baby, another baby? I'm so happy!" He goes down to his knees next to the bed and Lara kneels beside him. She's wiping her tears, then his tears, and then they're kissing, tears combining. 

"I love you so much, baby," Lara murmurs against his mouth.

"I love you too," Malcolm says, holding her against him, "more than you know."




Overworked and Worked Over Ch. 06



Epilogue

"Ana, you're going to have a new baby brother!" Malcolm exclaimed as he and Lara walked in the door.

Misha jumped up, hugging Lara, "Another boy? That's so wonderful!"

"Mama, when are you going to give me a sister?" Ana asked, "I'm all brothered out—first MJ, then the twins, now another brother?" 

Lara bent down to kiss her ten-year-old daughter. Malcolm Jr. and the twins, Dylan and Colin came running out of their bedrooms.

"Another boy?" eight-year-old MJ asks his dad. Malcolm nods and MJ and the four-year-old twins whoop with joy.

"Yes!" Dylan says, "I can't wait to see my new brother." 

"Don't worry, Ana," Misha says, "You've got your cousins to play with."

Ana nodded, reluctantly, running behind her brothers to join her cousins in the playroom. 

"Besides," Malcolm says, kissing his very pregnant wife, "Now that you've finally quit your job for good, you won't be as overworked." 

"Four kids and one on the way? If I'm not overworked, I don't know who is!" Lara said, smiling and kissing her husband right back.

"Well, I don't care how overworked you feel, I'm going to keep working you over. You got that Mrs. Grayson?"

"Yes, Daddy—I mean, Mr. Grayson," Lara replies, giggling, "I"ve got everything I could ever want."

THE END 



Overworked and Worked Over



"Goddamn, Lara, goddamn," the curse came out slowly. Lara went down on his dick until it hit the back of her throat. It was too much for Malcolm.

He jerked her up and stood quickly, turning her around and pushing her face down into the couch. Before she could right herself, Malcolm spread her ass apart and pierced her still-drenched pussy with his throbbing dick.

Condom forgotten, he pounded into her with such fury he seemed possessed.

He's gonna split me in two, Lara thought to herself, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy molded itself around his dick each time it plunged inside. She hadn't been fucked raw ever—she had forced her boyfriend to wear a rubber every time he even brought his dick near her. The fact that she had a huge black unprotected dick inside her caused her pussy to drip.

"You like this big black dick, don't you?" Malcolm taunted her, "That weak ass white boy didn't know what to do with this fat ass, did he?"

Lara was shocked, but realized his words made her pussy gush even more. Her boyfriend had always made snide comments about her weight—she secretly beamed with pride that Malcolm seemed to love her fat ass.

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned, face still planted in the leather.

"Throw that big ass back, bitch," Malcolm directed.

Bitch? Lara thought, on the verge of being angry.

"Yeah, you're my bitch now, ain't that right?" Malcolm continued, "My fat ass white bitch. I like the sound of that."

Malcolm watched the two creamy globes of her ass bounce back against his pelvis. Her pink pussy wrapped itself around his chocolate dick, pulling itself in and out as he pounded. He splayed his hands over both cheeks and squeezed, then lifted one hand long enough to slap the cheek. Lara screamed with pleasure. The shape of his big hand immediately popped up as a red handprint on the whiteness of her ass.

"Oooh, damn, look at that shit," he said, slowing his pounding, making it more seductive and smooth, like a well-oiled piston. He slapped her again, then the other side. Lara screamed each time and then started throwing her ass back at him eagerly. 

"Oh shit, oh shit, Malcolm, oh shit," she said, her voice starting to get high-pitched, "I'm gonna come all over your dick!"

Malcolm slowed even more, changing his trajectory so that the head of his penis ground against her G-spot with every plunge. 

"Do it baby," Malcolm purred, leaning over her to lick her ear, "Come all over daddy's dick."

He reached around and squeezed her breast, lifting her up so that she was leaning back against him. He bent his knees and wrapped an arm around her waist and another under her arm so his hand could grab her throat. He squeezed gently. She began stroking her clitoris and then became frantic, bouncing up and down as fast as she could. She screamed and moaned and cursed every curse. She tensed and the squirt from her orgasm ran down Malcolm's legs. He kept his shaft going slowly in and out of her. 

"Fuck, Malcolm, I've never come that hard. Not—ever—in—my—liiiiiife!" She stuttered and screamed as he pounded harder a few times. The aftershocks of her orgasm kept her body tensed and quivering. Malcolm pulled out, spun her around to face him, then bent over and lifted her body over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Lara lazily demanded, "Put me down, I'm too heavy."

"Too heavy?" Malcolm said, teasingly, dick still at full mast, bouncing as he carried Lara down the hallway, "Never that. You're body is banging. And do you know how strong I am?"

He did a couple of squats, still holding Lara over his shoulder, just to show off. Then he adjusted his hold on her and lifted her above his head as she screamed and laughed.

He brought her down into the cradle of his arms and then lay her down on his bed. He climbed in with her and covered her body with his. They kissed languorously, giving Lara the opportunity to finally explore his body. His neck was sinewy and strong, shoulders broad and muscular. His arms were enormous and covered with tattoos. His chest and stomach were flat and ridged with more muscles. She could feel the heat and weight of his dick resting against her pussy. She grazed her fingers down his back, over the dimpled area just over his ass, and then to the round muscles of his ass itself. She could feel how heavy, hard, and thick his thighs were as he worked them in between her own. Her pussy was given another jolt just at how sexy this man was.

Lara's hands felt like the softest whisper of a kiss as they roamed over his body. Malcolm could feel his dick throbbing in response. Lara was definitely not a little girl, she was a grown ass woman, capable of taking his size and strength and throwing it right back at him. Malcolm had never been attracted to skinny women—he needed something soft and round to pound into. She had started kissing him, his lips, cheek, neck, chest—then her tongue came out to swirl around his nipple. Malcolm groaned. 

He gathered her up in his arms and rolled over so that she was straddling his hips, breasts still pressed against his chest and he worked to line up his dick toward her pussy. As he embraced her, he kissed her, delving his tongue around in her mouth. At the same time, he slid her body down and onto his dick. They both moaned together. 

She pushed herself up and started moving her hips, never taking any of his length out of her pussy. Malcolm pressed his hand against her stomach, just above her mound and her head fell back. 

"Do you like that?" he asked her. 

"Yes," she breathed out.

She started moving faster, as he kept the pressure on. 

"Ride that dick, girl," Malcolm said through his teeth, "Get it, take that dick." He was focused on not coming until she got this last orgasm out of her. It was going to be tough.

Lara continued the swirling motions with her hips, feeling her clit grind against his abdomen and his dick pressing places inside her she'd never felt touched before. After just a few more moments, that familiar feeling hit her, urgent and hot and hard. She bounced and swirled, grinding down on him hard. He kept one hand on her stomach and reached up with the other to grasp her throat again. He gently squeezed and her eyes widened. She moaned and moaned and moaned, coming long and hard this time. No squirting, this orgasm was deep. Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling down on Malcolm's chest. Lara was talking out of her head, he could feel her orgasm, her pussy gripping his dick in waves. When it finally ended, Lara collapsed on top of Malcolm, unable to even hold her head up.

They rolled again and Lara's limbs fell apart limply. She had a seductive smile on her face and sleepy eyes.

"You're going to come for me now?" she asked him as he started working his dick in and out of her pussy.

Damn, Malcolm thought to himself, her pussy stays wet.

"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna come for you now. Tell me you love this dick."

"I love your dick, Malcolm."

"Call me daddy, say, I love my daddy's dick."

"I love my daddy's dick," Lara repeated.

"Tell me whose white bitch you are."

"I'm your white bitch, daddy," Lara said with no hesitation.

Malcolm started pounding a little bit faster, his breathing coming harder.

"Tell me where you want your daddy's cum."

"Oooh," Lara said, joking, "I want your cum in my pussy."

"In your pussy?" he said, sweat dripping down his face and chest, but looking worried. Maybe she was on the pill.

Lara was not on the pill but didn't want to mess up the mood by saying so. "Do it in my mouth," Lara ordered.

"Now that's what I'm talking about."

Lara started squeezing his dick with her pussy, each time he'd try to pull out, her little pussy would pull him harder.

"I want you to ride me again," Malcolm stated, pulling his dick out and rolling them both over, "But do it backwards." Lara maneuvered herself so that her ass was facing Malcolm and balanced herself with hands on his thighs. She bounced her ass up and down on his dick but couldn't lift her hips far enough to come all the way off. She was prepared to scoot back as soon as he told her he was going to come and she'd catch his nut with her mouth and face. 

She thought he felt close, but he hadn't said so. All of a sudden, she felt him grab her around her waist, pull her even closer, and ram his dick as far as it would go in her pussy. The roar that came out of him as he nutted sounded like the Incredible Hulk and caused her pussy to spasm again. He lifted them both off of the bed and then fell back down, her face down underneath him. She felt the heat of his sperm shooting deep inside as he continued to thrust into her, his dick barely coming out before ramming back in. Lara's spasms had caused her to forget about the gravity of what he'd just done. She was in heaven. The little voice inside her that was freaking out about the raw sex she'd just had with a guy she barely knew was drowned out by the moans and grunts that both he and she were making. 

And then they both were still. Lara traipsed off to the bathroom while Malcolm pulled the sheets down and climbed into the bed. He held them open for her when she came back from the bathroom and pulled her into his embrace. They hadn't said a word. Lara barely remembers tucking herself into Malcolm's chest before they were both fast asleep.