A Legal Trap Ch. 17

March 22st 8:13 PM

The day had gone by in a blur and I was mentally drained, but happy to be heading out with Paul to his townhome rather than back to my place on the bus. Getting out of work two hours earlier than I expected was certainly a bonus, though I'd fully expected another 9PM exit given the prep we needed to get done before Thursday. Gina had knocked off at 7 PM due to needing to attend a family function and told me to wrap it up also - she didn't get any argument from me!

We'd been pretty much been attached at the hip all day except for bathroom breaks. She ordered lunch in for us, which was a relief because I hadn't packed anything to bring after staying at Paul's last night. I was pretty much a prisoner most of the day in her office. And as usual she was tough, stern, and prickly - but I admitted to Paul as we made our way out of the city I was actually learning stuff. As a mentor, which I doubt she knew I saw her that way, she was very good about explaining her thought process for solving the legal challenges of this ethics case. I told him I could see why Jacob put so much trust in her.

On the way home we stopped for dinner at a teriyaki joint down the street from his place - I got spicy chicken teriyaki and he ordered Kung Po chicken with spicy / crispy noodles. I might have insisted on sharing after he offered me a taste. He was a good sport about it and I might have eaten more of his offering than my own - which was decent, but his Kung Po with those spicy noodles! Lordy it was good or maybe I was just really hungry?! I did have another hunger I was hoping he'd help satisfy I thought taking a quick peak in his direction as he drove.

"You gonna want to go for a run tonight," he asked as we were pulling onto the street he lived on.

"I should, but I'm..."

"Oh crap," he interrupted me, concern dripping in his voice.

He'd startled me and my head snapped back towards him, "What! What is it?!" I couldn't see anything in the road or...

"Look, ah... That's my mom's car in my driveway." He pulled over to the curb about half way down the block from his townhouse.

"Your mom?!"

He was looking at me, "I was not expecting her to be here. My dad might be with her even..."

I didn't know what to say and just looked at him blankly. This is not what I wanted to be doing tonight after a brutal day mentally and my mind resigned to a long hot shower, maybe a little extracurricular activity, and crashing hard to do it all over again tomorrow. And besides that - HIS MOM! and possibly his DAD! might be in his house?!! No... No, not what I wanted to be dealing with.

"This is unplanned? Like do they drop in often?" I know I sounded like I was complaining, but I was really beginning to feel panicky. Then I thought - what if I had been here alone and they had come over!

"Liz, I did not ask her to come over. If she's here she's just checking up on me or dropping something off."

"Like what, your laundry," I asked trying to chuckle and make light of what I'd quipped

"Of course not! I have no idea what she's doing here. This is a complete and total shock... Like I can't even fathom what or why she'd be here!"

"They have a key to your place," I asked.

"Yeah, but it's not like they drop in unannounced or barge in very often," he said chuckling.

"Very often?"

"Look, stay here, I'll walk up and see what's up," he finally said a little exasperated that this was happening.

"And if they don't see your car? Then what?"

"Shit... Okay, good point, I'll just call her," he said reaching for is phone.

Ah! "Just go... I was bound to meet them sooner or later, right?" I wasn't too sure of myself having asked that question and it seemed to hang longer out there than...

He took my hand, "Of course, but this wasn't how I envisioned it happening."

"Promise me, this is a quick, 'Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kline, I'm Elizabeth and I work with Paul' kind of meeting. Promise me...," I pleaded.

"I promise..."

March 22st 8:22 PM

The introductions were pleasant, but awkward for all parties loitering in Paul's living room once we entered. His parents were embarrassed to be there unannounced - though his mom said she'd texted Paul they were stopping by. He told her he didn't get any text messages from her, so she checked and showed us she'd typed it out, just forgot to hit send. Of course Paul and I were doing our best to make it look like them being here wasn't a big deal and we had nothing to hide - like the fact I was staying with him or maybe we were an item. Which, might be kind of a gray area yet - but after last night I had better be considered more than a fling! Augh!

According to his dad, they'd just come over to drop something off and were just leaving. His mom piped up to expand on that, saying they were here to drop off a book of family recipes she had compiled for Paul, and got the idea for that after he'd ask for his Nana's lasagna recipe. We watched her go to the kitchen to retrieve it and proudly handed it to Paul. He flipped a few pages with her looking over his shoulder and she commented about the various recipes, pointing out tips she'd written in the margins. It was all very sweet and I could see the love she poured into the book, her son, and his love for his mom. They hugged and she returned to her husband's side after a couple minutes.

She certainly was excited about this compilation of recipes, getting them compiled, notated, and the book completed. She apologized for wanting to deliver it tonight - saying again she thought she'd texted they were coming by and how embarrassed she was. She added that she was not tech savvy in the slightest - which got a round of polite chuckles from everyone. She assured me they didn't just 'pop in' unannounced and that they weren't overbearing nosy parents or whatever. All that came out as a rambled run on sentence and Paul's dad, Adam, had to slow her roll - politely, but with enough oomph! to get her rambling under control.

To his credit Paul did his best to keep her in check too, right up until his dad asked to borrow back a tool Paul had borrowed from him. I watched in horror as the men walked out to the garage without giving his mom or me a second thought! I was barely able to contain my shock that Paul was leaving me alone with his mother! What the...

"We're really sorry to have intruded on you two tonight Elizabeth...," his mom said after the door to the garage clunked shut.

"Oh, that's alright. We'd just come back to pick something up and Paul was going to run me home..."

A lie, but what was I supposed to say? 'We're about to jump into bed together because I'm staying here temporarily?'

"Where do you live?"

"In Kent, an apartment on the east hill, nothing fancy...," I squeaked trying to sound confident, but likely failing miserably. I heard a clanging noise coming from the garage and hoped that meant the men were soon to return. It had only been fifteen, twenty seconds, so that hope was likely unrealistic.

"He seems...," she stopped speaking, studying my face, "Happier of late. I hope that's because of you."

I felt my throat tighten and chest constrict. Where was this going?! Is this the beginning of an interrogation, a grilling? Where the hell was Paul! I tried my best to smile and replied, "I'm... I really like your son Mrs. Kline..."

"Melissa, please... Mrs. Kline sounds so formal," she said soothingly, "She really did a number on him, I'm glad to see he's finally able to put that behind him."

Okay, this wasn't in the scope of how I thought this evening was going to go and certainly not where I thought any conversation between Paul's mom, Melissa, and I was going to take shape. I'd just met the woman and she was bringing up Paul's ex-wife?! Paul out of earshot for thirty-five seconds and she's laying that on me?!

"I'm," I tried to organize a response, "We really just work together, and..."

She stepped closer to me, put a hand on my shoulder as voices from the garage got louder, "He's told me about you and how happy you make..."

The door to the garage opened and Paul and his dad seeing us standing there as we were shut them up momentarily. Adam spoke first, saying to his wife they needed to get going, thanking Paul for the return of whatever tool he was holding, and ending that by saying it was nice to meet me. His mom got in line quickly with the exit protocol he'd just implemented, saying it was nice meeting me too and even gave me a little kiss on the cheek - which shocked me and Paul, judging by the look on his face. Paul walked them out after that and I just stood there alone in the living room baffled by the last couple minutes.

March 22st 8:39 PM

"Well that went better than I expected," Paul said as he came back in through the garage.

I could only stare at him. Was he crazy?! Seriously - 'better than I expected'? And what about his mom getting 'alone' time with me to grill me!? Or whatever that was!

When I didn't say anything he looked worried and asked, "You okay?"

"How much have you told your mom about me," I asked. My tone was borderline challenging, there was an edge to it and I felt bad for not being able to control myself.

"Nothing really... I told you, she grilled me when I asked about the lasagna recipe. All I said was I'd met someone and it was going really well. Nothing else, nothing, and I mean that," he said looking uncomfortable.

Paul hadn't told me much about his ex-wife and I didn't want to rehash the little he had told me or pass on that his mom had made it sound like there was a lot worse that went on between them prior to the divorce. Had he really moved on? Did I make him happy?

"Liz?"

Shit! "I believe you... Your mom was very sweet, she loves you, and I love that you've got that kind of relationship with your parents."

"But," he asked knowing there was probably some other concern I had yet to spit out.

"No but... I mean, this, us... It's new and we're," I stopped speaking as he came over to me and put his hands on my hips, "This is good right?"

He smiled, "Yes, it's very good and I'm very happy. What? Did my mom say something about me being 'happier' lately?"

I nodded she had.

"Well, I can't help she picked up on that. She knows me, she's seen me in a darkened state for a while, and well she's a mom and it's her job to worry. I'm fine though, I know what I want, and I want to be happy with someone who makes me happy..."

He was watching for a reaction, but I could barely breathe. Slowly his lips were on mine and the kiss was what I needed to feel as though everything he'd said had come from his heart. He was happy, I made him happy, and I couldn't be happier with that.

March 22st 10:02 PM

It was late but something had clicked, comfortably seated, between us tonight. Maybe an understanding or a deep assurance that we - us - were viable? Or, maybe I was misreading it all. I wanted this to grow into something to be cherished, something more. Is that what he wanted? His mom's words keep replaying in my head, 'happier of late'.

Much as last night had gone, after all my various routines for getting ready for bed were completed, I was in bed first again - this time completely naked. Paul exited the bathroom wearing only a towel and a smile, maybe ten minutes after entering to take a shower. I could see that smile in my mind even after he turned the light off.

Tonight there was a difference, a mutual urgency to give of ourselves to the other and greedily take that which we desired in return. There was no slow spooning and gently working into the union of our bodies as last night had started. Instead, as soon as Paul had slid under the sheets I was pulling him on top of me, spreading my legs in acceptance of his position and stating my want. We immediately began kissing as if starved for the passions of the other.

I raked my nails softly over his back and dug them gently into his ass as he slid his manhood over my midriff, over my sex, and his raw want capturing my mind, turning it over, pleasantly guiding my lust as it built. Electric spark like sensations began to bubble deep within me as I fought to get more, to out maneuver his tongue nearly gagging me, spiriting desires his hips were bombarding my mind with. At one point I had to break the kiss to pant loudly, catch my breath, and I may have even cried his name softly into his neck. Everything was happening so quickly, desperately.

The full weight of his body on me, his hands at my ass pulling my cheeks apart as he tried to get his cock in line with my... It wasn't going to work as he was trying enter me and I was grateful he knew not to force the matter. I could sense his calm and he radiated that by delivering a deeply wanting kiss that I got lost in. I felt him shifting, his lips departing mine, rising to his knees between my legs, hands gently pushing at the back of my thighs, my hips being slowly rolled up, forward, him moving closer, his cock poised, positioned...

I could feel the warmth of his cocks head touch my tight rosebud. His right hand moving from thigh to guiding himself into me, which spiked pleasure within me as the pressure intensified. I tried to relax and breathe slowly, but there was discomfort, a dull ache. He pressed forward, inward, firmly, distinctly, pressure, pleasure, everything mixed and jumbled... Relax... A momentary flash of pain engulfed my hips as the swollen head of his cock fully entered me, sliding in a touch more after I offered only mild resistance to accept him.

Oh my fucking God! Ah! Breathe!

He was inside of me and waiting for me to adjust, acquiesce, to submit, and of course relax. Cautious, gentle, in tune to my giving in to having him within me - no animalistic rush, no aggressive taking...

"Paul...," I whispered.

I could see he was watching me, he moved slowing, glacially, gliding more of his cock into me. He didn't answer me. I wondered if he'd heard me and stiffened when the last of his manhood had bottomed out inside of me, gasping softly, exhaling slowly. His hips were against my ass, I felt a numbing pressure give way to fleeting glimpses of potential pleasures that rumbled through me like distant thunder.

"Paul...," I ventured again softly. I wanted him to know...

His reply was slow, softly spoken, "I know..."

Did he? Did he know I was happy, I was his, and I wanted him?

His hips slipping back slowly brought on a shimmering glow of warmth that moved deeply through me. I stifled yet another moan, shuddered gently and placed my hands over his now both on my low thighs. He reversed his course and I tried arching my back, to align myself with him so he could find that flickering spot within me that promised an internal release of pleasure, magic, of the joy this union offered. His full insertion though came quicker and a soft bump into my ass by his hips caused me to whimper my pleasure, my want aloud.

Again, he slowly slipped back, but this time completely out and it rocked me to my core the change of pressure within me being released, the momentary relief, the empty... And before I could comprehend, gather my thoughts, or recover - he was sliding back in with barely any resistance. Oh fuck! He had popped into me with ease and I could feel every... Him... Wait... Again gliding out completely and quickly in with another gentle slap of his hips into my ass!

FUCK! Fuck!! fuck! I gave a strained groan that wouldn't be mistaken for anything other than a desire for more. I wanted more, to feel his building release, as he was building my own. Fuck me already... GO! I tried to move my hips but he had control of them through his grip on my thighs pressing then down and into me. I felt restrained while participating, but... FUCK!

He leaned into me with even more of his weight on my thighs forcing my knees to roll closer to my shoulders. Did he sense my want, that spot to hit, or that I felt as though I was being contained? A harder thrust was my answer, another purposeful thumping into my ass. I tried to ease the grip of his hands off my thighs, but he was lost in his own pleasures. His hips pulled back, then quickly moving forward until his hips rest against my ass and I got another pleasant bumping of our bodies together. I could feel my breasts jiggle each time he did that, the movement we made together felt exotic, shimmering...

Then time slowed to a crawl as a heavy, slow, meaningful grinding began. He was on a plain of his own, seeking pleasures or maybe he was trying to heighten mine... His hips moved away after those gyrations, but slapped immediately back into my ass again. It was unexpected, a jolt of pure lust, and I couldn't help but let out another soft cry of the pleasure I was receiving. Something...

Something was... Fuck! He... His pace was, was increasing, his hands no longer pushing my thighs down, but now lifting up my... Holding my ass as his cock plunged into me hard... He had my attention, my breath, my... Another bolt of... Again, a noticeable thumping of his hips into my ass and my insides felt the pressure pulse through me and I saw twinkling lights momentarily behind my closed eyes. Stillness, no motion, feeling his heart throbbing through his cock inside of me, then everything gave away to a slow grind into me! Sparks traced everywhere, circular movements of our hips giving into each other's lusts gave way to... To something...

Something bigger... I could sense, feel the fringes of, he thrust and it hit me! Fuck! I couldn't help but to buck against him, feeling all of him deep inside of me and then he was retreating to almost losing our connected bodies. No! I... I was chasing what he was unraveling inside of me, my own desires, but he was.... His desires, I was... I was giving into him, the satisfaction he craved, his wanting was, his want, his fucking me... Fuck! 'I feel you!' I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs! You're... Yes! YES!! Oh fuck! Don't stop!

"Aaaa... ah, awk," he began to cry softly between heavy huffs of air drawn through flare nostrils. His voice rose, I could feel his body straining, fighting the snap of his release! Plunging into me...

"Shheeeahh.... F'awk... Li...zz..."

There's a certain satisfaction to having one's lover speak or cry your name as they plateau, explode within you - and I was sucking in all that satisfaction as if delivered by a fire hose. Paul had cum hard the first of his releases, I could feel his body shuddering deep within me, and I was trying my best to coral it, bend that energy for my gain also, to meet him in the wash of ecstasy he was enjoying.

He wasn't through getting got, getting more, and the second burst of his seed into me felt equally as powerful, charged, and brutally delicious after he bottomed out hard within me. That crash into my ass was harder and caused me to whimper as I walked the edge of pleasure and pain. I felt energized, wasn't thinking straight, and absently wrapped my legs around his body, to hold him inside of me, to limit his cocks thrusting into me by keeping him fully buried inside of me so I could feel all of his cocks energy.

It felt like his cock was against my belly as I did that! My back was aching, complaining for any momentary relief, ass numb and pulsing while we both squirmed for control. I was willing my control onto him any further release. I was holding him tightly with my legs and it gave me the chance to tease his climax and to further milk those releases as I chased that micro-flash of pleasure he'd unleashed in me moments ago.

He cried out loudly twice, and again another moan escaped my gapping mouth as I tried to lift my hips fully off the bed. He may have begged me to stop, I could feel his hands trying to break my legs hold on him - but I wanted just a little bit more of feeling him deep inside - I could feel my release was within... My own pleasure, reward... It was within... And as if having been hit unexpectedly by a car, the my tightening of my muscles around his pulsing cock, our own mutual bucking of bodies going off the rails - I got it! I got flattened, run over, blown away... Warmth, glowing... Breathe... Huffing breaths...