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Not that she would.
No one questions Matt Connover.
The Atlanta trip was eye opening. Yes, I got my case settled at mediation and yes, I was happy with that. So happy, in fact, I decided to hook up with a woman that I’ve f**ked on a few occasions. She’s an attorney I had a case against in the past and on at least three trips to Atlanta, we have gotten together to tear it up between the sheets.
No, that is not a breach of my rule against monogamy, because Lydia doesn’t do monogamy either. She likes sex and likes it varied, so I always make sure my package is wrapped with her. She doesn’t fall within the strict medical guidelines that One Night Only adheres to.
Lydia likes it so varied, in fact, our first time together another woman was involved with us. Let me tell you… that took the cake for the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Me drilling one woman from behind while she went down on another.
Yup… hottest thing ever, that is, until Mac peeled her dress off for me in the hotel that first night. Yup, just dropping that dress so I could see what was underneath… that then became the hottest thing ever… until I f**ked her on her desk. Then that became the hottest thing ever.
And then… well, you see the pattern.
And I wasn’t liking the pattern, because I was getting away from my true nature. So I decided to break said pattern by hooking up with Lydia and breaking this tie I have with Mac. Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to f**k Mac again, because I would. I’d tell her the truth about Lydia, and then I’d f**k her again.
Then I’d be me again.
Except… it didn’t work out that way. I met Lydia for drinks in the lobby of my hotel. I took one look at her as she walked into the bar… tall, beautiful, confident… sexy, sexy, sexy woman.
And I knew in that first glance that I couldn’t do it. Not because of any guilty feelings of what it might do to Mac, but only because of the crystal-clear realization that I only wanted to get it up for Mac. In fact, not sure I can get it up for anyone but her—a fact that bothers me, but what’s a man to do?
So I had a drink with Lydia and told her that I had to get up early for my mediation, and we parted ways with a friendly hug.
The cab driver pulls up to Mac’s apartment building and my eyebrows rise. This is pretty swank and not what I would have expected for a first-year lawyer that graduated with Columbia law school debt.
After I pay the driver, haul my carry-on case into her elevator, and make it to her door, I’m itching. Itching to see Mac, itching to f**k her, and yeah, itching to hold her.
I’m such a pu**y.
When she opens the door, my breath hitches and yup… she topped the “hottest thing ever” scale again. She looks young with her hair in low, braided pigtails that hang over her shoulders and her face scrubbed fresh. She’s got on sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but they hug her form perfectly, although I bet she’d rock a school girl look in a short, plaid skirt and Mary Jane’s. That thought has my dick perking up interest.
“What are you doing here?” she asks in surprise.
I run my eyes up and down her body, realizing that she would probably be the sexiest woman ever in anything she could possibly wear. I’d get a woody if she wore burlap, I bet.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you for two days,” I tell her as if she asked the most ridiculous question. “Why wouldn’t I be here?”
Walking across the threshold, I lean down to nuzzle her neck with my lips and wrap my arms around her waist. She smells like flowers and maybe a hint of ice cream.
Mac’s arms come up, not to return my embrace but to push me away. “Matt… I look a mess. I wasn’t expecting you. ”
“You look beautiful,” I tell her while holding her with my gaze, so she knows I’m not messing around with her. “And you’re going to invite me in so I can f**k you senseless. ”
That’s all it takes, and Mac is on board with me. Her eyes fill with heat and longing, and then she’s in my arms and I’m walking back to her bedroom. I did take a moment to notice the rich appointments of her apartment, which is luxury by any standards. Expensive hardwoods, supple leather furniture, custom drapery. No way could she afford this, but she tells me it’s her roommate’s apartment, who is a socialite heiress or some shit.
I don’t give a f**k.
Just want inside of Mac.
Rather than slake my lust instantly, I end up stripping Mac and pushing her into the shower with me. I want to get cleaned up and hopefully refreshed a bit so I can go at it all night with her. It will take that long, in my opinion, just to make up for not being with her the last two days. She ends up trying to entice me into shower sex, but I don’t think I could hold her up for that long as tired as I am. So I tell her to finish up, because she has a lot more hair than I do, and I head into her bedroom to wait for her.
I dry off, throw the towel on the floor, and lay back on her bed. My eyes instantly start to close with fatigue, so I drop one foot to the floor to ground myself.
That’s the last thing I remember.
***
Saturday morning shower sex.
Hottest thing ever.
So yeah, if you haven’t noticed, it just keeps getting better and better with Mac.
Apparently, I fell asleep last night while waiting for her to finish her shower. She didn’t wake me up, but rather crawled into bed and joined me in slumber. Just like in Chicago, I woke up with her pressed against me.
Just like in Chicago, I put my hand between her legs and started working her.
She woke up fairly quickly, and reached a hand behind her back to palm my cock. That’s when I growled, “Playtime’s over” and rolled her on to her stomach.
Then I was pumping away inside of her, and we both got off quickly.
Too quickly to satisfy either one of us, so we made it back into the shower, and here we are.
We make pretenses of actually wanting to get clean by washing our hair and then washing each other’s bodies. But you can’t expect people like Mac and me to put our hands on each other and it remain chaste.
Nope. It turned into an inferno.
Now I have Mac pressed up against the tile wall, and I’m on my knees in front of her. I have my mouth between her legs, rubbing her cl*t with my nose, then my chin, then my tongue and I could drown happily right here. She has her fingers tangled in my hair and is pulling me hard against her, grinding back against me. She’s demanding, and I f**king love it.
Love it even better when she comes hard on my tongue, her body trembling viciously.
Standing up, I find my own legs a little shaky, because you guessed it… hottest thing ever, and Mac just makes me f**king weak with lust. But I rally like a champ, pick her up, and wrap her legs around my waist. Her arms slide tight around my neck, and we just stare at each other a moment. Her eyelashes have droplets of water on them and her green eyes are sparking at me, hot with desire. Her lips are soft and wet, and I have to have them.
So I kiss her… deeply, but with care. Tilting my head to the side, I angle in just a bit deeper and as our tongues are slowly dueling, I slide into her with one, easy push. Mac’s breath stills, and her mouth goes slack against mine.
“Oh, Matt,” she breathes against me. “If I could freeze this moment…”
Her words f**king slice into me, not in a good way, but not in a bad way. In a slightly uncomfortable way, and I don’t know what to do with that feeling. I pull back slightly and see Mac’s eyes are closed in rapture and her top teeth are embedded in her lower lip.
She looks sweetly sexy as she waits for me to move within her.
So I do. Short, slow strokes… because the angle I have only allows for short but I can make it work, especially because I can grind my pelvis against her… at just that spot. She groans with every thrust and when she lays her cheek against mine, the moment actually become a little too intimate for me so I pick up the pace. How I maneuver my arms under her thighs, I’ll never know, but I rest them in the crooks of my elbows and lift her higher, spreading her a little wider.
There… that angle right there. That gets me in deep. Now Mac’s head falls back and thunks against the tile wall as I’m able to go harder and deeper, but she’s feeling no pain. Which is good… because I only want her to experience pleasure from me. Trying to one up myself, trying to make her moan a little louder, a little longer, I ease one foot back to give myself more leverage. I pull my h*ps back, prepared to slam deep.
Except that foot slips on the soapy tile and we start to go down. I know it’s going to hurt… maybe even break something, so I tighten one arm around Mac’s waist and unhook the other from under her leg, throwing it straight up in the air. I grab onto something… the showerhead, yes, that’s what I have, and I hold tight.
My legs scrabble for traction, and then stick… to what I don’t know, but we’ll chalk it up to good balance. Just as I feel steady and have Mac safe with no fear of falling, the damn showerhead pops off under my grip and falls… slamming into my shoulder… right on whatever that f**king bone is on the end, before clattering to the floor.
“Fuck, f**k, f**k,” I grit out between my teeth as water starts pouring down on us from the headless spigot, and yet I can’t help but pull back out of Mac and slam into her again, because as much as my shoulder hurts, it still feels better when I’m moving inside of her. “Fuck, f**k, f**k, f**k that hurt. ”
But I keep on pumping, pushing her right back up against the wall and keeping to a slower, safer pace.
Mac giggles with her lips resting against my shoulder, kissing away the hurt. I slam in and out, pissed I broke her shower and needing a good orgasm to set things right.
“Kiss me, baby,” I pant against her cheek.
And she does. Pulls back from my shoulder and locks her lips with mine. Her tongue is so sweet and the way she pushes those little noises into my mouth?
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
When Mac comes… I follow after her. It’s not even a choice for me to wait, because I find it’s hotter… sexier… just better when I go with her.
We come down off our post-coital high, and she giggles some more as I turn the water off and kisses the red spot on my shoulder. It really hurts, too.
“How about you make us some breakfast?” I tell her as I hand her a towel. “I’ll fix your showerhead. ”
She grins at me. “You are a man of many talents. ”
“Yes, I am,” I agree with her.
“You have one talent I like best,” she teases.
I snort, because I know what my best talent is.
I ask anyway. “What’s that?”
“You’re the best damn litigator I’ve ever seen,” she says with pride. “You’re like a litigation god. ”
I stare at her, just blinking… like a f**king owl… all wide-eyed and blank. “You like my litigation prowess the best? After all the things you’ve seen… after all the things I’ve done to you… after all the orgasms I’ve given you… you like what I do as a lawyer the best of all my talents?”
I’m slightly miffed.
She grins big and snaps the towel at me, catching me on my ass. “Just kidding… your best talent is your oral skills. You give the best head. ”
My ego puffs just a bit as I return her smile, rubbing the spot where the towel just rained fire on my skin. See, I told you I was great at giving head.
Mac gets out of the shower and, while I dry off, brings me their toolbox. It’s not much, but it has the wrench that I need. I’m able to get the head back on, but it really needs some plumber’s tape to make sure the seal stays tight. I make a note to remind myself to bring some over the next time I’m here.
Then I freeze.
Because I’m contemplating coming back. Am I coming back?
Have I signed up to become an official card-carrying member of the monogamy club?