Gabi looked up at the ceiling, a deep groan of wanton pleasure escaping her lips. He had wanted to make love again, and now they were. She sat on him and enjoyed the feel of his hard cock filling her slicked pussy. It felt like it belonged there. She leant forward and began kissing him again while not moving. She didn’t need him to fuck her, she just wanted to feel him inside her and to draw wayward comfort from that.
“I’m lost…have become lost in what we’re doing!” he groaned, unable to resist what she was doing for him. He pulled her down onto him, fiercely gripped her neck and gasped through the kisses he sought from her. “I’m losing it again…can’t hold it back…want to do that for you!”
Gabi shuddered on feeling Oscar erupt, the spurts of his release, and she lay with her lips pressed to his throat and shuddered, felt overwhelmed by the raw pleasure he had brought to her once more.
“Darlin’…oh darlin’…I’m not being fair on you…will have to give up wanting this and let you go…let you live your own life!”
“Soon…let me…let us…get through these times…I’m hooked on it, what you bring to me…” Oscar tugged on her hair to make Gabi lift her face and look at him. “What we’ve had…what we’ve done…is wrong, I know that, and it’s taken us over…”
Gabi nodded, shivered as she felt him move inside her again, couldn’t stop the waves of her orgasm washing over her, his slow movements within her bringing them on, one after the other. She hadn’t been with a man for so long, her son becoming a surrogate for all that was normal between two people, his attraction to her as he matured meeting a need in her of being wanted. Love and dependency, in either of them, had become a raging sexual attraction.
She had lived it all out, every wayward moment, that she and Elena had often talked about in jest. Those times were gone and now the present, with Oscar, held her in its unrelenting grip.
As consenting adults they had pursued a relationship that, if discovered, would put them beyond society’s acceptance. No oner else was harmed by the secrecy of what they pursued, no one betrayed by the image that each of them held of the other and who they were, the only powerlessness that they felt was to confront the temptation of knowing each other again. They felt guilt, of that she was sure, but they had failed to give full voice to that when they were together. What they had done was conflicted by dismay that it had happened not only that first time, when she confronted his loss to a military life, but that it had again been pursued from the moment he had returned and the door had closed behind him, shutting out the harsh reality that refusing him would have led to.
She had to let go, and soon, for his sake as much as hers.
10
Elena felt her mobbie tremble in the breast pocket of her work shirt, stopped what she was doing and glanced quickly at Oscar who shrugged. They had exchanged heated words on the drive over to a customer’s place, the company with commercial properties scattered about Raleigh; the work contested and Verdant winning through. She needed him to be around all day, but he had told her that he wanted to fill the hours that remained of his leave doing something else than landscape work, pleasurable as it was to relax with her afterwards.
“It depends on who is giving the orders, is that it?” she had flared, the drive to the first call-in almost at an end. “You’ll do whatever Gabi asks…is that it, now?”
“No, it’s not and I said before, leave her out of this!”
“That’s not so easy to say now…”
The sudden and brittle mood, the change, was so different from the day before. He’d been later than usual getting home to Gabi, the tempo of Elena’s claims upon him ramped up and she stifling her cries against his chest as never before. She had become besotted with him and what he sought to share with her; to do that tempestuously, as if the frenzy that became their claims upon each other would finally bring their affair to an end; there would be nothing left to give or to take from each other.
She saw who was calling.
“Niall darlin’…!”
“Yeah, only me. I’ll be getting home by six…wonder if I could see Oscar?”
She heard the hesitancy in his voice, chose to put some distance between her and Oscar. “See him and not have supper with me…you’ve been gone a while?” It sounded pathetic, her wish to have him with her upon his return. “He won’t be here for much longer, so I guess…”
The hesitancy in her voice gave him the answer he sought.
“Great! I’ll make it up to you…work extra hard. The training course was great, and it got me thinking on how to make extra business come our way or to try for it!”
Elena heard the enthusiasm in his voice, could believe what he had said, his loyalty to her unshakable. “Oscar’s been of help…”
“I’m glad…will hear all about it, I’m sure, from both of you.”
And that would be the problem for her, not to get in the first word on how the days had passed by, and in his company, doing the work Verdant had been called in to do. She had fantasized about having an affair, something illicit and scandalous but had shied away from what remained a taboo to so many people. It now occurred to her, as she again looked Oscar’s way, that their affair would be brought to a sudden end and before it had run its full course. Maybe it already had. Niall coming home and Oscar’s leave drawing to a close, the sharing of the heat to be remembered as an interlude and no more. It wasn’t something that had been at the forefront of her mind, but Nall’s call had brought her down to earth…with a bump.
♥
Jack’s Tavern was the place they ended up, parking their bike’s alongside others who frequented the place just off the Parkway. It was rowdy, smokey and the lighting low, the music loud but not deafening. The waitress was attentive enough and soon brought them their meal, some ribs and fries, along with lite beers. They had sought out each other’s company but had no plans to get wrecked, only to be hauled over by the traffic cops if they were unlucky enough to meet them.
“Thanks for helping me out…Mom said you got through the work quicker than she thought possible…” Niall looked quizzically at him over his beer. “You’ve kept quiet on being with her…”
“It went okay, and I wasn’t goin’ to let her down…in any way,” Oscar replied somewhat evasively, meeting his buddy’s look for an instant only. “I don’t remember ever seein’ her in work clothes…saw another woman in her when that happened.”
“Meanin’….?”
“Meanin’ nothing…” Oscar shovelled food into his mouth, wondered how much more to say. “I’ve only ever seen Elena dressed in ways my mom does…when we all meet up, like we did a few nights ago. The dungarees she wore made her look different…from other times.”
“And you liked what you saw…took your chance?”
Niall looked at him. For the first time, in all the years they had known each other, his pal was being evasive; he wouldn’t look him in the eye and ate as if the clock was running down.