Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... nightstand, where she used to keep the XL condoms, but then realized they had been moved to the Rekrap-held suite down the hall.

"I won't need those," Lauren shook her head as he cocked an eyebrow. "A guy like him, he's clean. If he wants to use one, that's his choice."

Closing the drawer, Corey sank onto the bed as if in a daze. Bending over, he felt the soft lips against his cheek as she gave him a peck.

"Will you text me?"

"Enough so you know I'm okay."

"And?"

"No," Lauren scoffed, "Alex won't go for pics and video. Not likethat anyway. I had to talk him into the phone thing last time. Besides, this night is for him and me alone. You'll hear from me when you hear."

Corey's chest heaved, his body trembling as the dagger pierced a place in his heart that had until then been unscathed. The dagger sank deep, leaving him reeling. This was different, then. Her telling him the different ways she was going to have sex with the cowboy would have hurt less than what her words just implied. This was not a fuck and suck meet up. No, it was a romantic rendezvous, a date that could have consequences far beyond one night. His wife's happiness would lay in the hands of another man that evening, not beside her husband, and that was a tough pill to swallow.

And yet, amidst all that pain, there was a perverse pleasure that fed Corey's psyche, a bitter-sweet feeling that he had grown to crave, like a junkie seeking his next fix. A tweaker that knew what he was ...

... mainlining could result in the destruction of everything he held dear, and yet he keeps depressing the plunger.

Laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Corey's pulse raced as Lauren's heels echoed through the small apartment on her way to the hallway door. Part of him wanted to leap from the bed and stop her, using his hands to guide her into his arms and not letting go. Instead, his hands involuntarily wandered down his belly, a palm cupping the bulge beneath the denim. The ratcheting sound of the jean's zipper mixed with the door closing behind her and the fading clicks of high heels.

It was going to be a long night.

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Shane Carson did a double-take as he straddled his Trek touring bike near the Solar Amphitheatre in Biscayne Park. Handing a street vendor a five-dollar bill for a vanilla latte, he peered through several rows of trees, trying to get another peek at a woman whom he had just had the briefest of glimpses.

There. Near the observation wheel. A brunette with long, straight black hair falling halfway down her back.So familiar...and gorgeous.

Ensuring the Styrofoam cup's lid was secure, the Rekrap IT guru began rolling again, one-handed, eyes darting up and down the walking path, past the tiki huts and toward the restaurants. Normally, he'd dismiss the sighting of a beautiful girl - Miami was filthy with them - but somehow the image of her backside and heavenly hourglass figure in a tight white dress had attached itself to the same brain ...