It had been a long day, a longer week and an even longer month.
It was for that reason he'd decided to head into Port Angeles for a bit of alone time at a bar somewhere instead of going home to his wife and kids.
Sitting at the bar nursing his second glass of whiskey, the sound of conversation mingled with the music, the atmosphere comfortable yet mysterious, what with the dimmed lights and tucked away tables in dark corners.
Taking a sip of his drink, he enjoyed the feel of the smooth alcohol burning a path down his throat as he turned his wrist to look at his watch –it was a no moon night which meant he had all night to sit here and get drunk, something he hadn't done in years, instead of going home and dealing with the drama that came with having eight children under one roof.
It wasn't that he didn't love his children, his wife or the life he had with them…it was just, sometimes, all he seemed to be was a father and a husband, nothing more. And that's where the weight of it all came down on his shoulders. There were moments when everything got so damn heavy on him he missed the man he had once been –a man who was able to enjoy the woman he loved without having to fend off all those needy little ones seeking her attention.
Was it wrong of him to occasionally want his wife to himself, without the children dividing her attention? He loved all those little brats of theirs, he really did but at times, he had to wonder if she loved him as much as she loved them…if he was alone in this maelstrom of love and desire he felt for her.
"You look like you need a friend."
Looking up from the amber liquid of his glass, which was running low, he encountered a dark pair of eyes as she leaned against the bar next to him, signaling the bartender for a refill of her drink, "A friend…that's one way of putting it."
She had a beautiful smile that highlighted the exotic lines of her face, dark hair falling in straight lines to her jaw, long silver earrings skimming her bare shoulders.
"Bad day?"
Taking a swallow of his drink, he swallowed before shaking his head with a sigh, "No, just long…a never ending day on top of more never ending days."
"Mhm," shifting her weight had his eyes dropping to the floor, landing on black four inch stiletto heels and following up to the longest, sleekest legs he'd seen on a woman, the hem of the tight black dress she wore at least five inches above her knees. His mind stuttered before it zoned in on what she was saying, "A statement like that can only mean monotony in life. Work, kids or wife?"
He took another swallow of his drink, feeling decidedly uncomfortable with the thoughts going through his head –Zeus, but the woman was built for a man's pleasure and he couldn't keep his thoughts from going down that road no matter how much he tried, "Try all three."
Facing him, she leaned back against the bar, resting her elbow on the surface as she lifted her vodka sour up to her mouth to take a sip, a perfectly arched brow rising up in a mocking gesture as his eyes flitted to the high full breasts straining against the clingy material of her little black dress, "All three? Seems to me you need to find yourself something different…perhaps new…and fun –definitely fun."
He let out a scoff of amusement as he emptied his drink, placing the empty glass on the bar as he stood up, pulling out his wallet and leaving enough to cover his drinks as well as hers and a generous tip to boot, "Sounds like good advice which is why I have to go –thanks for the company."
"Whoa, wait," she set her glass down, reaching out to place a hand on his arm, her perfume tickling his nose, making him think of lush hot thoughts he had no right to think of, "Where's the hurry?"
"Look," he placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin of her collarbones without intending to, "I'm a married man…a happily married man –"
"A bored married man," she gave him a smile that smacked of lust and sex and everything carnal and erotic, "See, many wives don't realize what boredom does to a man's ability to remain faithful…"
"I won't cheat on my wife."
Her full lipped mouth, looking wet and delicious, stretched a bit at a time as she moved into his space until her breasts brushed his chest, her whispered words moist against his mouth, "You already have."
He was drowning with no way of finding the surface, his will crumbling to the bottom of an ocean of lust and desire as he slid his hands down the smooth curves and lines of her body, their mouths sealed in a deep, wet kiss tasting of lush sweetness, making him drunk faster than any amount of whiskey ever could.
Moving his hands down her back to cup a heart shaped bottom, he gently bit down on her bottom lip, whispering into her mouth, "You shouldn't be allowed out in public wearing this thing."
She hummed into his mouth, her tongue teasing his top lip as she pulled him further into the hotel room, her fingers tugging at the loose tie around his neck, "It's a good thing I don't have anyone at home to allow or disallow, don't you think?"
"Haven't made up my mind yet," he growled, pulling her hard against his body, the effect she was having on him hard against her lower stomach, "You could give a man a heart attack with this dress…and paired with those fuck me heels, there's no way he'd survive."
"And yet, here you stand," she teased, successfully pulling the skinny end of the tie out of the knot and tossing it aside before going for the buttons of his shirt, stopping halfway to push his jacket off his shoulders, wanting to get him naked and mindless so he wouldn't talk himself out of this, "You must be made of stronger stuff."
Shrugging out of his jacket, he spun her around, placing his big hands on her round hips as he ushered her towards the bed, "Very much so but apparently, not strong enough. If we're doing this, we're doing it my way."
"And what way is that," she murmured, giving him a heavy lidded look over her shoulder, a soft yelp escaping her when he pushed her shoulders forward, his hand at her waist keeping her standing as she planted her hands on the edge of the mattress to keep herself from falling into the bed, "Oh!"
She let out a laugh as he used his foot to spread her own, four inch heels still in place, the tight skirt of her dress riding dangerously high up the back of her thighs, "Okay…you just want to get right into it, don't you?"
"No point in foreplay when this is obviously just about sex," smoothing his hands over her bottom, he slipped one between her thighs, a growl caught in his chest when he encountered nothing but slick skin, "As your lack of underwear can attest."
She let out another hum, the feel of his fingers teasing her clit causing her lower stomach to tighten even more, a sensation she'd been dealing with from the moment she'd seen him sitting at the bar, "Well, then, if you'd rather just skip to it so you don't have time to think about what you're doing, I'm all for it."
His hand stilled where it was, realizing he was so far past a line he had no business crossing. The feel of her slick flesh rubbing against his fingers as she pushed her hips back brought his thoughts back to what was presently taking place, which really meant he stopped thinking with his brain and just let his cock have control.
A high pitched moan escaped her as he thrust himself into her wet heat as soon as he unzipped his slacks, intense pleasure swirling inside her as she let her head drop, relishing the feel of him, thick and hard and stretching her to the max.
Pulling out, he slammed right back into her, again and again, taking his own pleasure from the tight wet heat of her body, the fleshy softness of her hips giving in to the grip of his fingers as he held her in place.
She let out a moan, more than half past the point of no return. Had she not gotten all hot and bothered the moment she laid eyes on him, this quick hard fuck wouldn't have been as enjoyable for her but as it was, she felt the tight knot right behind her navel give a vicious twist right before it snapped.
She let out a scream, her orgasm washing over her as he thrust hard into her, pulling her ass tight against his pelvis. She felt him come inside her, her womb trembling with the force of his orgasm as well as her own.
Collapsing onto the bed, she let out a satisfied hum as she stretched and rolled onto her back, much like a lazy cat soaking up the sun. The tight black fabric of her dress stretched over breasts clearly unfettered by a bra, the rest of it bunched around her waist where he'd shoved it out of the way. Stretching a long, sleek leg, she ran her heeled foot up the inside of his leg, giving him a lazy smile as she stretched her arms over her head, "You got any more of that animal tucked away somewhere? I wouldn't mind being ravished once more before you go home to your…very…boring…life."
He lifted his eyes to meet hers –they were darker than the ice blue that had caught her attention the moment she looked into them –his hands already pulling up his pants, "I don't think that's a good idea."
Easily sitting up, she grabbed the open sides of his shirt, pulling him down and onto her as she fell back into the bed, "Just one more time…it won't hurt –at least not anymore."
Holding his upper weight with hands on either side of her head, he looked into her dark eyes, knowing she was right –the damage was done, there was no going back from this. Lowering his head, he captured her lips in a kiss, tongue dipping in for a taste of her mouth, the addicting sweetness going straight to his head.
Pulling the shirt off his shoulders, she let her nails drag down his arms, the shiver running through his body making her own vibrate.
She hummed into his ear, tugging at the lobe before whispering, "How do you want me this time around?"
Gently scrapping his teeth along her jaw line, he reached towards the back pocket of his slacks, pulling out his wallet. Taking her left hand as he supported his weight on his elbows, he removed something small and slipping it into her ring finger, the smooth gold settling over the faint line it had left behind, "I'd like to make love to my wife."
She smiled, her brown-green eyes bright as she took his left hand, her thumb rubbing over the matching ring, "Well, then –I'd very much like to make love to my husband."
Rick chuckled before dipping his head to capture her lips, the kiss slow and sweet yet so hot it had both of them moaning as it fanned their desire into flames.
It was a slow merging of bodies and souls but no less hot as the quick fuck they'd already have.
Breathing hard as she slowly came down from the high of their shared orgasm, she snuggled into his side, smiling softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, "Told you it would be hot to role-play."
Rick hummed, turning his head to press a kiss against her forehead, rubbing his finger in that spot behind her ear, the one he knew would have her purring like a kitten, "I don't know why we couldn't do this at home, in our bed."
Leah laughed as she leaned her head back, "Because you wouldn't have an affair in the bed you share with your wife. Part of role-play is making it as believable as possible…it makes it hotter, don't you think."
"Oh, it was definitely hot," Rick rolled until she was under his, burying his hands into her hair as he slowly, gently, sucked on her bottom lip, "But next time you walk out of our bedroom dressed the way you were tonight, I'm spanking you."
Leah laughed, wrapping her arms around his back, her fingers slowly tracing the rippling muscles found there as her expression turned serious, her eyes searching his face, "Would you ever cheat on me, Rick?"
Rick kiss her swollen lips, whispering against them, "Only with you, agape mou."