Everybody Finds Out

Part 11

It was getting late. Lindsey sat hunched over on his bed, mentally kicking himself. Stevie had locked herself in her room after they were finished for the day and he didn't see her again, not for five minutes not even in passing. It had to be his fault, he was sure about it. He kept insisting that she should come to his room. Given how their day had started, she probably thought that all he wanted from her was to get her into his bed. He did want that, but not just. He'd spend every minute of every day with her if he could.

Checking the time once more, Lindsey gave up. Stevie wasn't coming. He wasn't angry, he was disappointed in himself, in them, for ruining whatever progress they'd made. Standing up, Lindsey reached for the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it up over his head, tossing it aside. He gripped his belt buckle to undo his jeans, but he got interrupted by the door to his room opening. If it hadn't been Stevie, he would have yelled at whoever decided to just welcome themselves in.

"Let me take care of that." Stevie glanced at Lindsey's nearly unfastened belt.

He was unable to hide his surprise. "Huh?"

"Don't. Just... Don't question me, okay?" She approached him and pushed his hands away.

"I thought, you weren't coming." Lindsey, true to himself, couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"I was on the phone with Lori, but do we really want to talk about that?" Stevie asked, looking up at him. 

With one hand, she popped the button on his jeans open, the other went up and into his curls. She brought him down to her level and pressed their lips together firmly. 

"What's gotten into you?" Lindsey drew back, trying to catch his breath. 

"Is there something wrong?" She held his gaze, her nails scoring his chest, leaving slightly visible red marks. 

"Trust me, nothing is wrong about this." He showed with his hand between them. "But... I thought, you were mad at me or upset, or... I- I don't really know."

"I've experienced a lot of emotions today, Linds, but we can talk later." She pushed at his chest, causing him to fall onto the mattress. "I've been thinking about this since morning." She leaned in to whisper in his hear, once she climbed on top of him.

"My God, do I love it, when you take charge." Finally, putting whatever issues they might have aside, Lindsey grinned, his hands gripping her sides. 

With a smirk on her face, she sat up straight, beginning to feel the effect of her actions beneath her. "I can tell." 

The dimly lit room, just the bedside lamp on, gave her an extra boost of confidence. Taking off her top, she threw it away, without a care, where it would land. Naturally, his eyes fixed on her chest and he bit into his bottom lip, drawing in a sharp breath. Pulling her down to him, he captured her lips, instantly fighting for dominance. Something told him, she wasn't going to be the one to give in. With their lips locked, he reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra with one hand rather expertly. She helped him ease it down her arms and he sighed at the skin to skin contact as her chest brushed over his. 

He broke the kiss and gasped for air. "I'm sorry to do this, but..." Without any struggle, he switched their positions and grinned, hovering above her. 

"I thought, you liked me taking charge?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"What can I say, you've awakened the beast in me." He shrugged and attached his lips to her neck, making her giggle.

Rising onto his knees, he pushed his jeans, along with his boxers, down his legs then kicked them off completely, hating the material restraints. With his full focus on her again, he decided that she too was wearing too many clothes for his liking. Hooking his thumbs around the waistband of her pants, he pull them down, leaving her in nothing but very captivating black lacy panties.

"Such a tease." He shook his head, lowering himself down onto the bed, he lay between her legs. 

He felt the softness of her creamy thighs with his hand, before his mouth followed the same path, leaving small kisses up to mid-thigh and back again. She watched him in utter disbelief. The man had a wife, nearly half her age, but there he was with her. Her breathing quickened every time he got close, but not close enough. She knew exactly, what he was doing, and she wasn't about to start begging. He kissed along her hip bone until he reached just below her belly button. Lifting his eyes up, he slowly moved lower to catch the elastic of her panties in between his teeth.

"I'm the tease, huh?" She wasn't strong enough to keep quiet. 

Smugness written all over his face, he reached her lips again, her arms wrapped around him to hold him close. While engaged in a passionate kiss, he spread her legs wider apart with his knee. One of his hands traveled south and in between them. He lightly ran two of his fingers over her center and she bucked underneath him, then parted their lips, when he nudged the only material shielding her body aside and just barely pushed them inside to coat them with her arousal. 

"Christ..." He breathed out heavily, resting his head on her collarbone. 

He moved his fingers in slow circles without any real pressure, which only made her need for him grow stronger. She wasn't the only one worked up, he had to think of every possible thing he found unattractive, so the whole thing didn't end at foreplay.

At last, he released her from the last article of her clothing, catching the moan that escaped from her at the feeling of his length brushing over her with his mouth. He thrust his hips forward and entered her with slick ease. She had to bite into his shoulder from yelling out her relief at the contact she had craved for so long. Just like that, they were as one again. They fell into a familiar rhythm, moving together in complete sync. There were no sweet, tender kisses. She had her teeth sunk into his flesh, her nails dug into his back, while his arms were wrapped firmly around her, jaw clenched, doing the best to ignore the pleasure building in the pit of his stomach fast. Freeing one of his hands, he brought it down and the pad of his thumb pressed just above where they were joined. 

"Come for me, baby..." His low voice, his warm breath against her ear was all she could handle, throwing her head back into the pillow, her lips parted, her back arched and she stilled. The exquisite sight did it for him.

He collapsed on top of her, wiping the sweat off his forehead, his heart beating out of his chest. "Well, that one's for the books."

She laughed lightly, feeling completely exhausted. "Yeah, maybe we should wait another year or two, before we have sex again."

"No way." He shook his head, peeling himself away from her. Falling down heavily beside her on his back, he turned his head towards her. "I love you."

She forced a weak smile and waved it off. "You're talking gibberish." 

"Steph, I-" He was going to argue, but decided against it. "Stay with me?"

Without a word, she cuddled up to him.