Talk with Laura

Rex collected himself as best he could. He walked down to the kitchen and saw Laura with a man he hadn’t met before.

“Oh Rex,” Laura greeted him, cutting off whatever the man was talking about. “I’d like you to meet Charles. He’s a friend of Samantha.”

“Good to meet you Rex. Laura tells me you’re a consultant. What line of consulting?” Charles asked, shaking Rex’s hand. He appeared relieved to assume his business professional persona instead of the socializing one he had been trying to adopt in conversation with Laura.

“Financial risk management, pretty boring stuff. How about you?”

“I’m a junior partner at the biggest law firm in LA,” Charles replied, smug but not so much to make it unbearable. A phone vibrated. “Ah, speaking of, work call. Must take this. Excuse me.” He scuffled off towards the back patio.

“Wow, lucky Charles,” Rex winked at Laura and he could swear he saw the slightest blush.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well he somehow sweet talked you into coming back to your place. So he must be doing something right, or be very lucky by the sound of his… was he flirting with you before? Is that what he calls it?”

“Oh shut it Rex,” Laura playfully shoved his shoulder. “If you must know, the ladies sprang him on me in an ambush. They are of the opinion that I haven’t been trying hard enough to get back in the game. Charles is a friend of Tina’s husband from work or something like that. I tried to tell them I’m fine, but they insisted and what the hell. He’s not bad. A bit dull, sure. But he’s respectful. A tad self absorbed yeah but aren’t most men? I dunno. We’ll see where the night takes us. Maybe I could use a little action. Speaking of, how’s that girl you had over last night? What was her name again?” Laura perked up considerably as she changed the topic away from her **** date.

“Quinn. Yeah she’s great. Actually, she’s upstairs,” Rex blushed slightly. “Do you think that will be a problem? For you and Mr. Lucky?”

“Oh don’t you worry about us. And would you cut that out calling him that?” Laura laughed. “How’d it go with Kevin?”

“Great. Seems like a good guy. He’s in between jobs but has a lot saved up. It’s sort of a planned situation. He’s got friends in town. Down to earth. I think he’s a good find.”

“Oh great to hear. Thank you for covering for me,” Laura gave him a small hug. It was unexpected but it felt great. “Now does Quinn want to come down and join us for dessert? Or is she preparing dessert for you upstairs?” Laura grinned. She loved catching Rex off guard with how forward she could be about his sex life.

“Um, yeah, actually the latter. Which reminds me, I really shouldn’t keep her waiting too long.”

“Hell no you shouldn’t! Now get up there and don’t mess this up.” She gave him a hurried look and a smile as he made his way out of the kitchen. He bumped into Charles who was returning from his call. “Good luck Mr. Lucky!” Rex shouted as he hurried up the stairs before Charles could think of a response.

Rex opened the door to his bedroom and his jaw dropped. Quinn was lying on the bed looking at her phone with her other hand between her legs making circles on her clit. His cock twitched as he made eye contact with her.

“Finally!” She exclaimed, tossing the phone. She started to get up off the bed but Rex stopped her, pushing her back onto it.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? I need some dessert.” He laughed inside about using Laura’s line, but he did mean it. Seeing Quinn with her legs spread like that was incredible. He needed to taste her. He wasted no time sliding onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her legs, and then kissing up and down her thighs. After what felt like the longest tease ever, he began to kiss her pussy lips. He traced his tongue gently over her smooth skin. Her body shivered with anticipation. He explored her. Devoured her. He spent a long time enjoying himself down there. He varied the rhythm, but never too abruptly, and never when he felt like she was responding particularly well in that moment. And then when he got her there, she had such a hot way of orgasming. Her body would tense up, her breathe caught in her chest, and for a few seconds she was frozen like that before it all released. A gasp of air escaped as her limbs slowly began moving again. It was like she had exited her body and was being slipped back into it and waking it up. After her second one, Rex got up and slid his raging hard cock into her. She was beyond soaked. He fucked her hard. Her heavy tits bounced carelessly. Rex grabbed them as he felt like it, absorbed in claiming her body.

Quinn wasn’t usually this passive in sex. She was used to having to ride her partner fairly early on to make sure she got at least one orgasm out of their time together. But not with Rex. With him the orgasms weren’t the problem. Remembering her own name was the problem.

Rex fucked her in so many positions she lost track. She just let herself go and he took control and she never had to think about it.

At one point, Rex thought he heard a knock on the door but shrugged it off. He spun Quinn around onto her hands and knees, again, and this time he put one leg forward, planting his foot near her face which was buried in the blankets. Now when he slid into her glistening pussy, it was somehow even more dominant and powerful than before.

He slammed into her and they both lost themselves in the moment. The rhythm. The passion. The cravings. Rex went on for quite some time before finally erupting in her eager pussy.

As they were both finally spent, they collapsed into the bed. Quinn’s eyes were glazed as if she was on a **** trip of some kind. As she came back to reality, she kissed Rex and then got up to use the restroom. Rex realized he had to use it too so he got up to use the one across the hallway. He was so tired from that marathon fucking that he didn’t bother putting on any clothes. Laura was undoubtedly in her room with Charles.

He opened the bedroom door and Laura was a few steps away, turning to head down the stairs. Startled, Rex jumped back into the room. Was she? No. She was probably just heading downstairs for a snack or drink or something. But the direction she turned… she was coming from his hallway, not hers. Right? Was he imagining that? He couldn’t be right, not about this.