R&R

I arrived home about 1am. I was tired, sore and oddly satisfied. I opened the door to the smell of home cooked food.

Alex had made dinner. He was seated on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, engrossed in his laptop. I paused for a moment, enjoying the peaceful ambience. The television was on in the background, soft sounds of laughter drifting through the air.

"Hey, Lily," he said walking over to me. "Dinner is ready whenever you're hungry." His voice held a gentle tone, devoid of judgment. "And, I've ran you a bubble bath" He added, placing a warm towel on my shoulders. "To ease those aches". I let out a sigh of relief, feeling my tension loosen.

"Thank you," I whispered, grateful for his understanding. I walked to the bathroom and discarded my clothes. They had a lingering smell of sex, sweat and cologne. I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering how I'd gotten here. I remembered how I had allowed James to take control of me, how his forcefulness had driven me wild.

I walked over to the tub. Stepping in, I lowered myself down, allowing the warmth to envelop me. The water cascaded over my skin, washing away the remnants of the day. Alex entered the bathroom, placing a glass of wine on the ledge.

"Take your time," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You must be exhausted."

"Thanks," I replied, grateful for his understanding. "This feels amazing."

"It's the least I can do," he continued, handing me the glass of wine. "You've been working so hard."

I sipped the wine, savouring its taste. "You didn't have to wait up for me"

I told him, my voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks, I wanted to make sure you were okay," he replied, pouring himself a glass of wine. "After today, I figured you might need some comfort."

His kindness touched me deeply, making me feel even more at ease. I looked up at him, his blue eyes filled with genuine care. "Thanks, Alex," I whispered gratefully. We sat there in silence, sharing the moment. It felt like we were connected, sharing a special bond.

"Well I'll go serve the food up, take your time" he kissed my forehead before leaving me to my own thoughts.

I could sense the tension slipping away with the warmth of the bath. I felt refreshed as climbed out and began towelling myself off. I wrapped it around myself and went to sit with Alex.

He handed me a plate with a steaming bowl of pasta, perfectly al dente, and a small salad. The aroma of the garlic, tomatoes, and basil mixed together, creating a delightful scent.

"Looks amazing," I complimented, taking a seat across from him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled, pouring himself another glass of wine. "You look incredible, how was work?"

I blushed. Trying to put my thoughts into words. "Tiring." We ate together sharing some light conversation, it felt like we'd gone back in time a few weeks and everything was less complicated.

We finished up and went up to bed. After brushing my teeth I sat on the edge of the bed, still in my towel. Alex climbed on the bed behind me and started massaging my shoulders.

"Your muscles are tight," he commented, his hands kneading gently. "Work must have been intense today."

"You have no idea," I sighed, relaxing into his touch. I leant back on him and felt a familiar hardness pressing into my back. I turned my head and gave him a deep kiss.

He gently laid me down on the bed. Then climbed around me until he was kneeling in front of me. I remained limp and allowed him to move me where he wanted me. He gently removed my towel, I was laying with my legs dangling off the side of the bed. He was kneeling obediently in front of me.

I laid with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. I felt him tentatively move my legs apart, allowing him better access. He now had an unobstructed view of my sore pussy. I hoped he wouldn't notice that I'd been well fucked by James earlier. As he moved closer, I felt his breath on my pussy, sending shivers down my spine.

He gently kissed around the tops of my legs, teasing me with gentle bites along my inner thighs.

His fingers traced circles around my entrance, slowly getting closer, building anticipation within me. His tongue dipped into my wetness, licking me gently. I felt a shiver run through my body, my muscles tensing slightly in response. His mouth explored my folds further, his tongue swirling around, tickling and teasing.

My hand found its way to his hair, encouraging him deeper. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, expertly moving his tongue to hit just the right spot. My hips bucked against him, unable to help but seek the pleasure he was providing.

My breath hitched, my legs trembled as the feelings grew stronger. His hand caressed my inner thigh, making my whole body quiver. He pulled his face away briefly, gazing at me with eyes full of lust. I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him back in, wanting more.

His tongue returned to its previous task, driving me insane with pleasure. My back arched off the bed, my fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer. His hand joined his tongue, both working in tandem to drive me crazy. I couldn't believe how much pleasure I was experiencing from his skilled tongue. I was losing control, my breath coming in short gasps.

Without warning, he pushed his tongue into my depths, causing me to cry out. His finger joined his tongue, stretching and teasing me.

My legs tightened around his head, signalling my desire for more. My hips rocked back and forth, meeting his rhythm, our bodies moving as one. His other hand reached down, finding the perfect spot to rub, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I felt the pressure build inside me, my muscles tensing with anticipation.

My hips moved involuntarily, grinding against him in time with his rhythm. He shifted his position, reaching down to pinch my nipple playfully. My back arched off the bed, my moans filling the room.

My legs squeezed his head, suffocating him as I came with a scream. He held onto me, his tongue still buried deep inside me, letting me ride out the wave of ecstasy.

He stood up slowly, his hard cock standing to attention. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that it wasn't James' impressive member about to enter me.

But then, I realized, it was the man who had spent the evening comforting me, caressing me, taking care of me – Alex.

He took hold of my hips, steadying them as he aligned his erection with my entrance. With a push, he entered me easily. My wetness and James stretching me out earlier meant that his cock slid in smoothly. His groan filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and relief. His fingers gripped my hips, guiding me to his pace.

I couldn't feel much, I put it down to the soreness from James. I imagined it was him taking me as Alex continued his inexperienced thrusts. His cock kept slipping out of me due to my soreness, which caused my frustration to grow.

The taboo nature of the situation - the thought of having sex with Alex while thinking about James, made me feel incredibly dirty. I was in too deep to stop, though. I pushed him out, and we flipped over so I was on top of him.

I straddled him, taking control of the situation. I leaned down and kissed him passionately, reveling in the power of being on top. My breasts pressed against his chest, and his hands caressed my sides, encouraging me to continue.

I positioned myself, feeling my wetness against his hardness. I looked at his cock, disappointment evident on my face. With slow deliberation, I lowered myself onto him, feeling him try to fill me. He moaned, his arms circling around me, holding me close.

I started to move, riding him, controlling the pace. "Deeper" I commanded as I ground my hips against him. Alex complied eagerly, pushing further into me. His hands clutched my ass, guiding me to meet his thrusts. He groaned loudly, his excitement evident. I felt powerful knowing that I could control this.

"Deeper!" I cried out again, impatient. He looked lost as he tried to please me. His uncertainty meant that he was losing his hardness. He popped out of me again.

"Come on Alex, Fuck me harder," I demanded, my voice laced with frustration.

He nodded, trying to please me. His cock managed to slide all the way in. His face reddened, his eyes wide with discomfort. I grabbed him round the throat and began riding him for my own pleasure.

His face turned beet red with effort. His eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a primal moan. I felt his manhood twitch within me as his body seemed to reach its limit.

I ached for James, the one I truly desired. My mind wandered to him, imagining him thrusting into me.

Alex began to lose control, swearing under his breath, struggling to maintain his composure. "Fuck! I can't..." His body tensed and I felt his warm seed

flowing into me. He threw his head back and groaned loudly. I continued riding him, **** for my own climax. His cock not quite enough to push me over the edge. It was almost as if he knew, because his own thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated.

I needed release. I lifted up off of him, a trail of cum dripping from my pussy down his cock and I climbed up his body, lining my pussy up with his face. Without a word I pushed my pussy into his face and began grinding.

He knew what to do, his tongue darting out to lap at my wetness. His lips sucked and nibbled, while his tongue traced my entrance.

Desire coursed through my veins, making my heart race and my blood boil. "Make me cum Alex"

I whispered huskily, my breath hitching. He complied without hesitation, his tongue diving eagerly into my pussy once more. My body arched violently, seeking more of his talented tongue.

I smeared his face with our combined juices, feeling his lips and tongue continue their relentless ****. My orgasm built up with each stroke, threatening to consume me.

The room echoed with my cries, the walls reverberating with my ecstasy. The intensity of my climax washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me weak and shaken.

Feeling empty, I slowly removed myself from his face, my breath ragged. His face showed obvious signs of his enjoyment, flushed with arousal.

We cleaned up and went to bed.

I lay there for an hour or so, sleep escaped me. Alex had fallen asleep right away, satiated. But I needed something else. Like an itch I couldn't scratch.

My phone buzzed. It was a message from James. It was the picture from earlier, I was laid across his desk, legs open, lust filled my eyes. My hand wondered down to my breast, playing with the nipple, sending a thrill through my body.

I looked over at Alex, he was sleeping soundly. I moved the covers down and snapped a picture of me, my breasts exposed, and sent it to him. "I need more" I wrote. I lay on top of the covers. My fingers began idly rubbing my clit, almost as though I had no control over them.

I was nearing another orgasm, the proximity of Alex and the lingering thought of James were bringing me dangerously close. My body hummed with pent-up energy, waiting for an outlet. Another message came through. This time is was a video. It was taken from behind. I hadn't seen him taking this one. It was his huge cock thrusting in and out of my tight pussy from behind. The contrast of his large cock and my tiny ass send me over the edge, I bit my lip, trying to contain my moans as the wave of pleasure built up inside me.

I came hard watching the video of James fucking me, my body spasming uncontrollably. My mind drifted to James, his commanding presence, his large cock. The thought of him claiming me, dominating me pushed me over the edge. I gasped, trembling as I came.

I took another picture of myself, laid on the bed, next to Alex. I wanted him to know that it was him who made me cum. I wanted to feel him inside me again. I send it to him, "I hope there's more training tomorrow" I wrote.

He texted back immediately, "Don't worry, there will be."