Playing Dirty(116)
Lining myself up at the apex of Keira’s thighs, I rubbed the head through her wetness, teasing her again.
She hooked her feet behind my back, desperate for me to fill her, and I let out a groan as I eased myself inside of her. Jesus, she was so tight and warm, and I had to try not to surrender to the need to lose control and bury myself balls deep inside her. I drew out and then inched my way in further, building momentum each time I slid into her perfect pussy, and I grazed the pad of my thumb against her clit with each movement.
"God…Andrew…” Keira moaned as she began to shudder with pleasure.
Her breath came out raw, her eyes burning with need, and I picked up speed. That was enough to push her over the edge, and the cries of bliss leaving her mouth drove me forward, pushing me closer to my own climax.
“Yes…more!” she moaned, her hips thrusting up into me again and again.
I fucked her harder and harder, and she whimpered softly, taking all that I gave her while still begging for more. The snugness of her pussy finally became too much for my worked up state, and I knew I was about to come. Keira must’ve been able to read the look in my eyes, because she gasped out a few words.
“Do it,” she said. “Come.”
Letting go, I felt my balls tense up, and a hot sensation flashed through me as I continued to pound into her, thrusting once, twice, and then a third time before exploding inside of her with a deep groan.
We lay there in the hay, our bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat, trying to catch our breath. Five minutes later and careful not to be seen, we sneaked back into the small tack room and kissed goodbye.
“I get off work at six,” Keira said tentatively, as if she was making a comment and not necessarily suggesting anything.
“Do you know the old linen closet on the third floor?”
“I’d have to find an excuse to go up there.”
“Can you?”
She smiled. “It’ll give me something to think about this afternoon.”
***
The linen closet proved to be less romantic than the hay loft, but much more comfortable, although a sense of hygiene and guilt prompted us to add the sheets we’d borrowed to the outgoing laundry.
“We can’t keep doing this,” Keira said.
“We can’t?”
“It’s wrong, isn’t it? Although saying that actually makes me want it more.”
“Why’s it wrong?” I asked. Nothing about the last hour had seemed ‘wrong’ to me. Sure, there’d been a few grey areas, but nothing actually wrong.
“You’re my boss.”
“Technically my mother’s your boss.”
“Well, that makes it even worse!” she replied. “I don’t like to feel like I’m betraying your mother’s trust. Especially given my last conversation with her, where I tried my hardest to convince her that I wasn’t hooking up with you.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“We’re lying to people.”
“Only by omission.”
“We’re sneaking around behind people’s backs.”
I shrugged. “Well, if we didn’t, then we’d have to start lying directly to people rather than by omission. Everybody’s better off this way, right?”
Keira raised an eyebrow. “I think you might be rationalizing.” She stood up. “This has to be the last time. And we both know that.”
I nodded. I hated to admit it, but Keira was right. It wasn’t fair on the other people in our lives and in the long run it wasn’t fair on us. We couldn’t have a real relationship this way, sneaking around and having sex in strange places. No matter how incredible the sex was, it would have to stop.
It just had to.
***
Eighteen and a half hours later, Keira flopped on the back seat of the Rolls Royce Phantom, exhausted, and she gasped out a sentence.
“Okay. That was the last time.”
I nodded as I tried to get my breath back. “Absolutely. Everyone’s entitled to one little back-slide and this was ours.”
“Exactly. But no more.”
“No more.” I paused. “Could I ask a question?”
“A question?”
“Sort of an enquiry about the rules.”
“Sure. What is it?”
“Well,” I began, “when we say this is the last time, do we mean the last time in general, or just this session?”
Keira bit at her lower lip. “I wasn’t aware that this was a session.”
“I suppose what I’m saying is: it could be, so is that allowed or has our last time come and gone? So to speak.”
Keira considered the question. “I think calling this our last session remains true to the spirit of what we agreed.” She kissed me, drawing me back down on top of her.