Author's note: Many thanks to Jill, for her ideas, motivation and support all these years. Also, big thank you to friend and fellow Lit author aimingtomisbehave33 (go check out his stories when you can), for keeping me sane and focused and for reading early drafts without complaining.
Previously in the series: Taylor, frustrated by the lack of sex life with her fiancé Jim, gave in to the charms of Brad, the hot guy that lived next door.
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Chapter II - The Feeling
It was Thursday when Jim worked through the night and Taylor had the best sex of her life - in somebody else's bed. Friday morning crept up on the engaged couple and gave them no chance of reconnecting, as Jim rushed to the office for his presentation and Taylor barely caught the subway to work.
As stressed out as he was, Jim was no fool; he was aware of the growing space between him and his fiancé. He refused to believe it was due to the lack of sex. He kept telling himself he'd fix it once the pitch was over; then he'd have the time, as well as the money if he got the promotion, to win her all over again.
Which is why Jim texted Taylor, saying they should go out for a proper date night, fancy dinner and all.
"I know you've been wanting an excuse to wear that black dress, so here it is darling," he wrote. In his head, it sounded endearing and thoughtful, because he remembered the dress and he deserved points for that.
He hadn't included the aftermath of the presentation in his calculations. The advertising campaign pitch went well; Nicholas delivered the campaign effectively and won over the client. Jim's name was mentioned multiple times, which meant he got due credit for his work.
After the meeting, Jim went back to his office to put stuff away. His plan to slip out quietly was foiled, when Nicholas burst in, asking him for ideas on a follow-up campaign. One idea led to another and before Jim could say he had plans, he found himself going out for a beer with his supervisor.
All he managed to say was "Let me call my fiancé and let her know I'll be late."
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Taylor hung up the phone and looked at herself in the small mirror by the front door. She actually had been looking forward to date night with Jim, despite her "slip-up" the day before. He had promised to make it up to her, work less and give her more attention.
She wasn't expecting sex, because he was still using his old back injury as an excuse, but being a priority in his life would be nice. Then maybe, staying faithful to him would be easier.
She would have been OK with kicking back at home with a bottle of wine; he had been the one insisting on going out for a nice dinner, only to get her hopes up for nothing. He had canceled on her, because he had to stay and work, yet again. The hour she had spent getting ready was now wasted and anger rose in her. Her career in law was doing just fine without her canceling plans, why could Jim not manage the same?
"He wouldn't be able to get me off anyway, the wimp," she thought to herself. There she was, her blonde hair done into a messy chignon, her 38DD's and luscious ass barely contained within her tight black dress and her baby blue eyes highlighted with the carefully applied makeup. What kind of a man would put her second!
"A man who can't keep it up for long enough," was the dark internal admission; 15 minutes of sex was like a marathon to Jim in his prime and hardly passionate enough to get her close to an orgasm. Then she thought back to how it had taken Brad barely a few minutes to have her squirming on his massage table.
Brad, the tall, dark, handsome devil living next door... Her mind flashed back to his swimmer's body, all rippling muscles and pure lust dripping from every pore, and how he had driven her to orgasm after orgasm with his fingers, mouth and that delicious cock, until she had been unable to take anymore.
Taylor had gone over, expecting a decent fuck, since the loud moans of women she heard every night indicated he must be doing at least some things right. She hadn't been ready for the possibly life-altering chemistry she'd felt with him.
There was just something about him that appealed to her less well-ordered thoughts.
When she went into the bedroom to start undressing, she heard him moving around next door. Without any conscious effort, her feet took her to her door and out to knock on his door, not knowing what she was hoping for.
He opened the door quickly and surprise showed on his handsome face, making his hazel eyes light up. The easygoing and warm smile on his lips was all she needed to make up her mind.
"Oh, heey..." was all he managed to say before Taylor locked lips onto him right there in the hallway. Her initial kiss was fueled by anger and frustration with her current relationship, maybe also mixed in with revenge and confusion.
As he melted into the unexpected kiss with her, her ferocity died down a bit. Her mouth softened and her eyes closed. Finally and willingly, she closed the distance between their bodies and pressed herself fully against his chest. She could feel a knot loosen deep in her core, followed by a warm sensation between her legs, as his tongue explored every corner of her mouth.
When Brad picked her up in his arms, she hugged his waist with her legs and realized he was moving them against her apartment door. She could already feel his erection start to push through his pants and lost no time in letting them both into her place.
The door was slammed shut. He pinned her back against the inside of the door, before one of his hands moved up her thigh under her dress. His hand roughly grabbed her panties and slid them aside, only to find her pussy soaking wet. Brad moaned appreciatively against her lips and Taylor felt a flurry of movement that was him unzipping his jeans.
The incomparable rush of being desired overwhelmed both of them. Their conscious minds currently sidelined, their bodies were puppets to pheromones, being pulled towards each other in primordial attraction. No etiquette, no morals, no foreplay - just the desperate urge to become one.
She felt the smooth head of his massive erection move over her folds and find the opening. Her breath caught when he pushed himself in deep and he groaned with the pleasure of being inside her. The warmth engulfing him was wet and welcoming.
All Taylor could think about was how good it felt to be impaled on his giant cock. Her entire body was screaming with every thrust, unconcerned with how rough he was being with her. She gave in to him without resisting, trusting him to return the favor once he was done.
Brad nuzzled her neck as he dove into her repeatedly with force. It was difficult to tell where his groans ended and her moans started. He felt her hold onto him for dear life and didn't slow down one bit until he was on the edge. Her tight pussy gripped him deliciously with every thrust, milking him to within an inch of his sanity.
He wanted to stay buried deep within her. The smell of her blonde hair, now all messed up and falling over her gorgeous face, was intoxicating, and the only thing that existed was the hot junction where their hips connected, sending one jolt of pleasure after the other, until his synapses were full of her pheromones.
Then he remembered where he was and what time it was.
As close as she was, Taylor couldn't spare a hand to play with her clit. When she felt him slip out and lower her to the floor, she hoped it was her turn to get attention, but he pushed her down on her shoulders until she was kneeling on the floor.
With those blue eyes staring up at him in anticipation, he only had to stroke himself a few more times. Then, before she could say or do anything, he came all over her ample cleavage, coating the tops of her voluptuous breasts.
She smiled. If she was worried about ruining her dress, it didn't show, as she eagerly reached for his dick, her pouty lips already parting to bring his dick back to life as soon as possible. However, Brad quickly tucked his member back inside his jeans.
"I really have to go, babe. I'll see you Monday, OK?"
