Author's note: Big thank you to fellow Lit authors and friends aimingtomisbehave33 and petitmort for their continued support and feedback. Thanks to Jill for co-creating the universe. And thanks to you, reader, for being here -- hope you enjoy the ride.
Previously in the series: Taylor confessed to her fiancé Jim that she'd slept with someone, aka their sex god neighbor Brad. Following an emotionally abusive day from all angles, she finally crashed on Brad's couch, having nowhere else to go, effectively ending her engagement.
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Chapter V -- The Closure
Brad yawned and stretched in bed, before looking over to the person lying next to him. It wasn't a sight he was used to waking up to and that was by no means a negative thing.
His new lover Taylor was sleeping face down, her shiny blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow, with her naked upper back above the covers. He vaguely remembered ending up in bed with her the night before, after he'd interrupted her shower and fucked her brains out right there.
In the morning light, her breaths were slow and even, indicating she was still asleep. Brad snuggled up to her without putting his weight on her. She stirred somewhat. He could swear her legs had just come apart a bit.
She'd been at his place for a few weeks now, yet he showed no signs of tiring of her. That feeling of having her come in his arms was completely irresistible and addictive, and it made him want her like he'd wanted no one before.
His hand sneaked under the covers to caress down her body. Her ass was naked, since they rarely bothered to put clothes on for bed, allowing him to cup a gentle feel before moving down her cheeks.
Taylor's legs definitely moved further apart at his initial contact with her slit.
Smiling, he let his hands graze back and forth across her pussy lips. With each round, she got a little wetter. He simply collected the wetness and went back to gently rubbing her pussy, until he was happy with how wet she was to push his finger inside her.
He heard her inhale sharply and then relax, as he started to penetrate her slowly.
Taylor was half awake at that point, enjoying being woken up by Brad's gentle yet sensual touch. The attention and affection he'd been showing her the past couple of weeks was unprecedented for her, most likely because of the type of men she always seemed to end up in relationships with.
What had started out as her crashing with Brad for a few days had somehow turned into them wordlessly reaching an agreement that she'd stay, and she and Brad were slowly falling into a rhythm, a much easier rhythm than she'd found with her ex-fiancé Jim, who still lived next door.
That break had been anything but smooth, but in hindsight, Taylor knew it had been inevitable. The traumatic events of a few weeks ago had merely accelerated the process of her finally coming to grips with her desires and making the right choices for herself.
Barely noticeably, she shook her head, intentionally and consciously pushing away all thoughts of her past to focus on the very present.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he whispered in her ear, which made her tingly inside and she couldn't hold back a smile.
She turned around to face him and kissed him, pressing her naked body to his. She could feel how hard he was and yet he patiently waited for her to make a move.
As she draped a leg over him and reached down between them to stroke his shaft, Taylor watched her lover groan and close his eyes from the pleasure. He soon opened them back up to look into her eyes, right before he nudged her onto her back and climbed on top of her.
With her legs wrapped around his taut ass, Brad slowly invaded her pussy, listening to her moan as he sank balls deep into her. He leaned down and worshipped her large breasts with his hands and tongue, while his cock enjoyed having her pussy wrapped so tightly around it.
It was a morning quickie, but still one that left both Brad and Taylor satisfied, as they got up to start their workday.
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Jim awoke from a fitful night of sleep. He stumbled into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. The past couple of weeks had taken a hard toll on him; it was kind of hard to fall asleep when the sounds of his ex-fiancé getting fucked hard by her new lover next door echoed through the walls of his bedroom each night.
He knew he had to move out, if not for his wallet, then for his sanity. However, with the lease terms being what they were, he was stuck in that mess for another 3 months, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.
Their own sex life had been perfectly fine. Their relationship had been based on mutual respect and trust. They were supposed to get married and live happily ever after! Yet, she had thrown it all away. Jim still didn't understand why, but he didn't have the guts to go next door and confront her.
Turning away from the sad image in the mirror, he took a quick shower, not even bothering to shave.
He needed to get to work, but had to drop off rent first, which made him drag his feet even more. He was a bit late paying this month, but everything in his life was a mess and it was hard to keep up with all the little things that Taylor used to take care of.
On top of everything else, he was about to get started on a new project and he was anxious to find out whom he would be working with over the next couple of months.
He knew the new client was an art institute, looking for a big launch campaign, some social events, and advertising for residency positions. Jim figured they were probably tight on money and patience, and wasn't surprised that Nicholas, his supervisor, had assigned both him and another junior colleague to wrap up the project on time.
What he wasn't expecting was legal to get involved.
When he and his colleague entered the meeting room, Jim's heart skipped a beat to find Taylor there, already engrossed in a discussion with the clients. She was wearing her power suit with a peach colored blouse peeking through.
Her body turned further away from the door upon Jim's entry. He could see her continue the discussion until after he and his colleague were seated.
Her nonchalance bothered Jim and he said the best thing he could think of to regain some semblance of control in the room.
"Should we wait for Helen to start?"
At that, Taylor turned to face him.
Helen was a senior consultant at the law firm and he knew Taylor would get the insult; she was smart enough. He couldn't help himself.
With her blue eyes narrowed, she replied in a neutral tone, "I'll be handling this case alone as it falls under my particular expertise, but thank you for your consideration, James."
His colleague leaned in to whisper, "Don't antagonize the lawyer chick, Jim, you know how much their fees are and those will come out of our pockets if they can help it."
Jim squirmed in his seat. He needed to brace himself and stop making a fool of himself in front of Taylor. It wasn't going to be easy.
