The Secret Life of Blythe

2. Leo

I enter the tower on time and make my way toward the elevators. A group of secretaries scuttle past me giggling and fluttering their lashes in my direction.
"Fuck I'd smash him" I hear one of them say before the others cackle along with her. It makes me laugh internally, before Blythe I would have offered to rail them all in a closet before the day was out, but now, I don't think I could even get hard for another women. I see it for what it is though and it spurs me on to know that I'm desirable for Blythe. I've spent long enough hating what reflects back at me in the mirror.

By mid afternoon I've been to the court house no less than three times. It's tedious, and the petty crimes I'm dealing with will be nothing like the kind of illegal shit I'll be dealing with in New York. Sure, I've got the hang of most of the procedures now but I could really do with handling something a bit more of a true reflection to the familia's sort of crimes. No sooner have my thoughts left my head does the phone ring.  I press the speaker button for my secretary to announce the caller. 
"It's Mattia's on line 2", she says in a bored tone.  "Thanks, push it through please"
I pick up the receiver and within 5 seconds my anxiety has spiked for the second time today as the rush of adrenaline near cripples me this time.
"Back to New York" I hear him mutter, "two week's and then you can return"
I suck in the elusive air that seems to have thickened inside my office and nod as my reply, not thinking about the fact that he can't see me. "Leo, did you hear what I said? Mattia drawls in his Brooklyn accent.
"I did, sorry I'm surprised is all".
"Look, it'll be nice to have you back for a week or two"
"I've missed you brother and it'll give you a chance to see what's happening around here, plus there's the small detail of Marcel wanting to retire before the end of the year".
"The end of the year?!" Jesus Mattia talk about throwing me in the deep end!"
"I had no fucking idea it was on the cards so soon, so you need to get to grips with it asap, Sorry bro" he adds knowing he's stressed me the fuck out now.
I nod and clear my throat because I'm afraid to say anything else right now.
"Look, I'll send you the flight details for Friday and I'll pick you up".
"It'll be like old times" he says.
Internally I'm cringing, I hope to god it won't be like old times, in fact there's no hoping involved, it won't be like old times because that's not me anymore. If I have to go then I have to go, I always knew this time would come.
"They won't be here"
"it'll just be us in the mansion" I hear him say as an overwhelming amount of relief floods my body and after chatting shit for another five minutes I'm somewhat calmer as the call ends.  I rest my forehead on the desk, wondering how Blythe will take the news. No time like the present to tell her I guess as I pack up and head home before I lose my shit.

I'm early today so she'll likely be using the Gym in the pool house. I walk through the main house toward the sliding doors loosening my tie as I go, I feel clammy and restricted and a little on the frantic side. I need Blythe to calm me down and as soon as I step through the pool house door her eyes meet mine, and she knows. She knows exactly what's happening right now.  I need to fuck. Hard. It's toxic but it's how I deal with things when I'm angry or stressed.  Without a word she unclips from her Pel bike, kicks her training shoes off and rushes towards me. I envelope her in a crushing embrace, drawing on her energy as I always do when this happens.
"In the shower baby" she says whilst unfastening my tie. She's peeled off my suit by the time we've reached the far side of the pool house. She reaches for the door handle behind her without taking her eyes off of mine. I stand naked before her as she removes the last of her training outfit, I take a deep breath and look down at my raging hard on, she does too and licks her lips. She's pulling me back toward the huge shower room as I'm about to combust. She flips the rainfall shower on and urges me to stand under. With my back resting against the cool tile she sinks to her knees and grabs my shaft pumping a couple of times before taking me in to her mouth. I've shown her exactly how I like it and she's a fucking pro at this. She gags as I grip the back of her head and thrust over and over again. I take a step back before I shoot my load too early. She's staring in to my eyes, still on her knees and she's the most beautiful thing in the world right now. I need to taste her, so I grab her under each armpit and hoist her up so she sits on my face far above my own head height, her back now resting against the tile and her head only a few inches from the ceiling. The pressure of my mouth on her pussy from below is delectable, I'm moaning as much as she is right now as I eat her out like she's my last meal.   She screams her release as she thrashes on my tongue but I keep her positioned above me so I can clean her up and pepper kisses on her puffy folds before the urgency to fuck comes back. I lower her down forcefully on to my cock and we both hiss at the sensation.
"Take me hard, I know you need to" she moans her plea as I thrust up and pull myself out nearly all the way before repeating the process over and over again.
"Harder Leo" she begs and it's my undoing. I can't fuck her how I'd like because of the baby so I meet her somewhere in the middle and it only takes a few thrusts to feel my balls tightening, "come with me Blythe, all over my cock", I ask. She moans at my words as I thrust in harder and pull all the way out as she slams back down on me screaming her release and sending me in to meltdown. filling her with ropes of my seed spurting out like jets deep in to her pussy.