In Too Deep

𝟝-𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤'𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜

When I get out of work I text Micheal telling him I'll be home later than usual. I walk to the parking garage and go up to the 9th floor, finding a black, running car, alone in the .

I look around and make sure no one is there and get to the car quickly.

I can't even see into the car because of it's tinted windows.

Marshall roles down his window and says, ""Get in," and I hear the car doors unlock.

I open the passenger door and sit down. Closing the car door behind me.

"So, Where are we going?" I ask.

"The backseat, go." He orders.

I kick my shoes off then climb into the backseat. He follows and sits beside me.

He places his hand on my bare thigh and lightly squeezes. His other hand goes behind my neck and pulls me into him. I kiss him and every second the kiss deepens. I feel his hand move up to my hip and he pulls me over him. Snow straddling him, both of his hands move my hips back and forth on his.

"We really shouldn't do this Marshall," I say between kisses.

"Then why aren't you stopping,"

He's right I wanted him, badly.

His hands ran down my thighs and he pulled up my skirt to my mid-drift.

I run my hands down his chest to his belt buckle, and start to undo it. He watches as I do it and I feel the pressure from his eyes on me.

I smirk and bite the inside of my check, trying to hide it.

He pushes his pats just enough, so he can take his dick out. I look down and I see how big it is and I look back up at him.

I raise my eyebrows and he takes a condom out of his pocket. I watch as he rips it open and takes it out of its package. He takes it and rolls it down his hard dick and he kisses me again.

His hands return to my hips as and he lift them above him, and I feel his tip slightly touch my inner thigh.

"Fuck I want you," I tell him.

His grip on my hips hardens and he take one of his hand and moves my underwear to the side.

I place my hand onto his shoulders and he moves my hips down and I sink into him slowly, taking him all the way in. I feel my self adjust to him and I start to move up and down, continuing the kiss.

The sensation of him going in and out of me makes my knees and thighs week. I can barley keep myself from collapsing on him.

He realizes and he lifts my hips and starts to pound me from the bottom. I rest my head on his shoulder and the noises of pleasure start to leave my mouth, directly in his ear.

"Lay down,"

I crawl of for him and lay on back against the leather car seat. He gets on top of me and re-enters me.

He groans into my ear as his thrust go deeper and more steady.

"You feel so fucking good, Cal." He groans into my ear.

He speeds up and I cum around him, becoming more and more sensitive the more he pounds me.

He covers my mouth with his big, warm, and veiny hand. "Shh"

"Oh fuck," Marshall says as he slows down and cums. His hand is removed from my mouth and moved to my waist, pulling out of me.

"That was great," he says, pulling up his pants and re-buckling his belt.

I agree and sit up, adjusting my under and pulling down my skirt. That was the best sex I've had in a while.

"Alright I have to get home," I say opening the door.

"Make sure you have all your shit. And when are we doing this again?,"

"This'll never work,"

"Probably, I'll see you Friday." He says.

I get out of the car and get back over to the elevators.

I hear Marshall's car tires move across the concrete, out of the parking garage.

What am I supposed to do know? Go home and act like I didn't just cheat on my husband with motherfucking Eminem, my client? And act like I didn't have amazing sex that wasn't with my husband? Fuck me. This is not going to end well.

I pull into the driveway and Michaels car in there. I reach down and grab my perfume and spray it all over me, making sure I don't smell like another man.

I take a deep breath before opening the door and I see Micheal making dinner.

"Hey babe," I say, setting down my purse and car keys.

"Hey beautiful, how was work?"

"Tiring,anyways whatchu makin?" I ask him, leaning over the kitchen island.

"Cheeseburgers,"

"Sounds good,"

He turns off the stove and walks over to me. I stand up and turn to face him. He presses me against the kitchen island and holds my hips, kissing me.

His hands move down to under my ass, picking me up and placing me on the counter.

"Just gonna let the cheeseburgers get cold?" I ask.

"They can wait." He says in buttoning his shirt. I smirk and take off top. Our shirts fall to the ground and and Michael takes my breast in his mouth, pulling me closer with his hands.

My hands find his belt and I unbuckle it, un zip his pants, and let them fall to the floor.

"Fuck I love you," he tells me moving back up to my mouth.

"Show me how much you live me then,"

His index finger hooks onto my panties and guided them down and off. He pulls me to the edge of the counter and aligns himself up with me. He slowly pushes into me and I hold him into a hug as he does. Michael starts off slow and speeds up.

I can't help but close my eyes and fake the noises he wants to hear. Marshall was way bigger and a lot better than this. I'm never going to be the same, knowing what I could have.

When he finishes, we both get dressed and I go to sit at the dinner table.

"The burgers cold?" I joke.

"I'll warm them up," he says, with a chuckle following.

We finish our dinners and head up stairs.

"I'm going to get in the shower," I tell him, making my way into the master bathroom.

"Alright I'm going to watch my show,"

I step into my shower and I don't know what I feel.

I'm thinking about Marshall and I in the car earlier. I don't fell regret but I know it's wrong. He's meeting me again on Friday he said. For now I need to make sure I leave no tracks.