The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 26

Your wife.

Acting on his desires, on his urges, on his impulses was wrong, so why in the hell did it feel like it would be so right? Pamela texted me earlier and said she wouldn't have any objections if I had sex with Lindsay during our hike. Frustration and uncertainty battled with his arousal. And he hated it. Colt was so accustomed to being in control at all times, but he had zero control over the feelings Lindsay inspired in him - and the constant prodding from Pamela concerning the matter. Fuck her for me... a direct quote.

His own wife texted him that!

Beside him, Colt noticed Lindsay struggling with her footing.

"We can take a break if you like," he suggested for the third time as they slowly made their way down the trail.

She inhaled a steady breath and closed her eyes. When Lindsay opened them, there was a steely resolve in her gaze. Squaring her jaw, she shifted the strap of her backpack up higher on her shoulder. "I'm fine."

Colt shook his head and they forged on.

He'd never been more thankful for the Lasik procedure he had done in 2017 that afforded him twenty/twenty vision. Keeping an eye on Lindsay for her safety seemed far more essential than any explicit notions with each passing second. And in the process, Colt realized something. The instant she noticed he was watching her, Lindsay would put up a façade that hid any discomfort she may be experiencing. It happened so seamlessly that Colt tested his theory several times before he was convinced he was correct.

While alternating between blatantly staring in her direction and casting covert glances, Colt concluded that Lindsay was struggling. Isn't she supposed to be this expert, seasoned hiker? Of course, Lindsay wasn't complaining. She barely said a dozen words since they left the waterfall and half of those were to inform him that she was fine. Yet her body language suggested otherwise.

Her breathing was labored, her skin glistened with perspiration, and the strain of the backpack was evident by her posture and form. Despite all that, he could see in her demeanor that she was going to go the distance and sure wouldn't complain about it.

"At least let me carry your bag."

"No."

This girl was tough. She was strong. She was determined.

And stubborn.

Damn, she really is morphing into the second coming of Pamela like Jim says. But another troublesome thought dawned on Colt and gave him pause. Is her pain from something else? Had she hurt herself during a party, with a monger, and kept quiet about it? Seeing her now reminds me of when Pamela injured her back last summer.

"Truth or dare."

Colt's eyes dilated in trepidation as he glanced her way. What? We're speaking again? "Truth."

Lindsay's gaze never left the trail. Her words were cool and collected as she asked the question that she'd been wondering about since the possibility of a triad first came to fruition in June. "What do you think about having a baby with me? Not now, but in the future?"

The sun was high in the sky as they emerged from the vast, pined forest and into a temporary clearing. "Aww, hell. You know what? I don't want to play."

"Why do you always do that?" More than a twinge of anger laced Lindsay's voice. "Gosh darn it, Colt, there are times I feel like I'm walking through a minefield when I'm with you. Seriously, you insinuate one thing, and a minute later, it's something else. You're so hard to read. One wrong step, it seems, and it could be game over for me."

"It's so easy for you to say that, Lindsay. But you don't know what it's like to be me, to be in my shoes. I've been trying to convince Pamela to have a baby for the past five years, yet she keeps deflecting, keeps putting it off. There is nothing more I want in this world than to finally be a father, but I want it with Pamela, and Pamela only. Yet here you are throwing out silly little comments - ignorant comments - like they mean nothing. You get these... flights of fancy, and it drives me up the fucking wall."

"Did you just call me ignorant?" Her hands dropped to her sides to form clenched fists.

"Oh, you're young, and the thought is so casual, it's so flimsy. Do you have any idea of the responsibility, the enormity, it takes to have a child? To be a parent? The commitment? How can you? You're only nineteen. You can't even balance your weekly budget yet, for Christ's sake!" Colt's deep voice vibrated long and far. "And you're asking if I want to have a baby with you?" His expression grew turbulent. "Good God, woman. You and I haven't had our first kiss yet." With that, Colt stampeded down the trail. "So fucking immature! Why do I even bother?"

"Colt!" Lindsay stopped dead in her tracks. She tried to speak again but huffed out a shaky breath first. "Colt, wait. I said not now, but in the future! I'm sorry if I'm going too fast. See, that's the thing. I don't know what I'm doing. I care about Pamela so much, and I care about you too. You have no idea how much. But I'm scared of hurting one of you, maybe both of you, and ruining any chance we have of being together. I know I'm young, but I'm trying. I really, really am. And we kissed at the baseball game!" She heard her voice squeak and held out her hands as if her heart was breaking. "Didn't we?"

Colt turned around. "What are you talking about? That wasn't a kiss; it was a friendly little peck."

"It was a kiss to me." Lindsay shook her head. "I've already talked to Pamela about this and she said she'd be in favor of it. If things work out and we all get married one day, I mean, wouldn't you want to have a baby with me? I'd want one with you. A few, even. I don't think it's that crazy of a question for me to ask. I wouldn't deflect you the way Pamela has either." Lindsay studied the earth before again raising her gaze. "I know you may not believe me, but I don't want to be a whore forever. I come from a big family, you know, and I certainly miss them, but I want my own family one day too. I want what was ripped away from me, taken from me. What I was robbed of. I want it more than anything, and I want it with you and Pamela. I assure you, this is no flight of fancy on my part. Look, I'm sorry; I know I need to grow up more. I'm so sorry."

Colt stared at her, his eyes full of chaos. But he didn't say anything, and that was all the response Lindsay needed.

She whipped her smartphone out and began typing with conviction. "Okay, then. Fuck this. Thank you for going hiking with me today. Send my regards to Pamela. I guess I'll queue up an Uber and stay at a hotel tonight. Hopefully, I make it to the airport in the morning on time. Though, I have no idea what I'll do about my fucking luggage."

"Ask me again."

A tear streaked down Lindsay's cheek as vengeful eyes flashed up. "What?"

"The game. Ask me again."

"Truth or dare?"

"Yes."

Lindsay sniffed. "Fine. Truth or dare."

"Dare."

Lindsay hesitated for an instant before swishing her hand through her long, silken ponytail bundled by an elastic band. The strands were a brilliant, golden blonde and fell to the midway point of her back. "Kiss me."

This time, Colt left zero doubt. He made a beeline and didn't stop until his lips were on Lindsay's with his arms encircling her torso, reeling her in. Their mouths came together in such a natural, wonderful way; not too fast, not too timid, but easy, relaxing, fitting. They each borrowed a moment to allow the significance of their intimacy to sink in. Lindsay lifted on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. His thumbs caressed her jawline as he kissed her with gentle authority. Lindsay allowed him to set the pace. No matter how much pent-up desire raged to be set free within him, Colt kept the kiss slow and languid. Exploratory and considerate.

But he could only contain himself for so long, and soon the kiss intensified, and Lindsay relished the warmth of their combined heat. Breaths shared more often than stolen, became shallow. His arms tightened as her body writhed against his. This was the moment she had been fantasizing about for so, so long, and it lived up to every expectation.

But just as quickly as it had started, the kiss was over. Colt held Lindsay's face in his hands. His breathing was heavy and he stared into her eyes.

"I want things to work out for us too," he said. "You, me, Pamela, I do. Believe me, I do." His thumb stroked Lindsay's cheek and swiped over her lips. "And I want to make all your dreams, sweetheart, all your aspirations come true... but in due time. It would be my honor. But you must realize that these things won't happen right away." He turned, not allowing her a response.

* * *

Struck, mesmerized, and dumbfounded by what had just transpired, Lindsay stood there motionless, rooted to the grass. With two fingers touching her still swollen lips, she relived the kiss she would be up all night thinking about. Because that was the type of kiss you didn't forget. It was the kiss you compared all other kisses to for the rest of your life. The kind that left you wanting so much more yet satisfied you immensely at the same damn time.

Fuck me now.

Acting on her own impulses, Lindsay raised her hands and explored Colt's powerful, rugged back and she found herself rubbing her entire body against him like a cat against a scratching board. Fuck me, dammit! An intense need swirled through her and multiplied exponentially. Lindsay wanted to feel more of this man. She wanted to touch every inch of his body. Her hands drifted lower, sought the waistband of his shorts, and began tugging.

He took a step away and turned to face her.

Lindsay stared at him, wondering if she'd done something wrong. Read his signals wrong.

"Before we go any further, I need to be one hundred percent certain that you want to do this." His chest rose and fell in anguished breaths. "This isn't the brothel and I'm not a client. This is real, it's different, and a major, major step. Let's not cross any lines that we can't come back from." He tilted his head. "Do you really want to do this?"

"God, Colt, yes. Don't you too?"

Instead of offering a verbal answer, Colt shoved his chinos down and stepped out of them, revealing just how much he wanted this too.

His dick was thicker than anyone she'd been with in the past (and that was saying something). It appeared to be growing even larger under her watchful stare, too, twitching and jumping about, demanding her attention. It had it. As did the rest of his body.

Lindsay allowed herself to take in the chiseled expanse of Colt's shoulders, arms, chest, and abdomen. Tingles of desire cascaded through her as she nudged closer and traced the lines of his frame. Lazy fingers caressed his collarbone, the swell of his shoulder and bicep. She took her time, cataloging every inch of the forty-five-year-old's upper body before circling him, slowly, pausing at his wide, muscled back.

His breaths were coming more rapidly as she laid the palms of her hands flush against his shoulder blades. We need to get you out of that shirt, for sure. She stepped closer and peppered the exposed portion of his neck with kisses, loving the way his whole body shuddered.

Her fingers ran over Colt's abs until the tip of his erection bobbed up and brushed her wrist. Batter up! Slowly, she crouched like a baseball catcher in front of him and coiled her hand around his shaft. I'm going to blow you off right here in the park where anyone - whether it be a hiker or a family of four - could stumble across us at any moment. His dick pulsed in her grasp, setting off fireworks in her body. Let's give whomever it is the show of a lifetime. Lindsay never imagined she could be this turned on perched in front of a man, fully clothed, preparing to give him pleasure. Kenzie and Scarlett weren't lying when they said that you're hung like a horse.

Colt stared down at her, an intoxicating mixture of sensuality, dominance, and vulnerability that Lindsay found irresistible as passion raged in his milk chocolate eyes. He lifted an arm to wipe his brow and she couldn't help but notice the tattoos on his bicep, and an electric current of desire slammed into her. OhmiGod. I bet he has tattoos all over his chest too! Colt's dark hair was short but still held a slight wave. He had a defined jaw sprinkled with a sexy scruff that gave his all-American good looks a dangerous edge that aroused Lindsay even further.

She promptly launched an all-out oral assault on his unsuspecting, but thankful cock. Lindsay licked and stroked and sucked and licked again like an expert. Colt's feelings still confused him. A slash of desire tightened his gut as he realized this new forbidden romance he had taken on with an oversexed teenager to complement his bombshell bride was going to be quite a monumental challenge to physically (let alone mentally) pull off.

Lindsay gazed up at Colt's fierce face and saw delight in his eyes, and the delight made her hands slide beneath the hem of her t-shirt and pull it up and over her head, revealing a white lace bra. Her hair fell over her face and down her shoulders as she released the clasp in the center of her chest and bared the plump, round mounds of her breasts, which were topped by dark pink, stiff peaks.

Yet the desperation within her demanded that she move forward, and faster, faster, faster. She bowed her head and took Colt's cock into her hungry mouth yet again.

"Lindsay, sweetheart." His hand went to her head, stroking her hair and tangling in the thick spools. "Oh, that's good. Oh, Lindsay. My God, sweetheart."

She sucked harder, deeper, her cheeks drawing inward as she bobbed back and forth with rapid-fire movements.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he said, gulping his throat.

"Good. This isn't meant to make you last. I want your cum, and I want it now."

Without warning, Lindsay changed things up, gripping his dick and cocooning the swell of her breasts around it.

Surrounded by soft, warm flesh, Colt was spiraling out of control as his cock accelerated between the slippery vise of her cleavage. Lindsay's ponytail ricocheted on her shoulder and she titty-fucked him with all the force and vigor she could muster. She made certain his dick stayed imprisoned, too, her hands applying maximum pressure.

"I want your cum." Lindsay's voice was coarse with possession as she dropped a fresh string of spit into her cleavage. "Give it to me."

She bounced harder. Adrenaline exploded deep within Colt's core and refused to subside. His heart zoomed into supersonic speed.

Lindsay's eyes remained locked and loaded as she guided him to the precipice, continuing to deposit fresh spittle every five to seven seconds. When he grabbed at her, clawing to keep hold of his sanity, the luscious embrace of cleavage disappeared but was replaced by her mouth.

"I said give it to me!"

Colt roared out and held Lindsay's head so tight that the veins strained in his forearms. Filthy sounds of throat fucking filled the calm air. His cock spasmed into her mouth and Lindsay felt, and tasted, the fruits of her labor. She didn't pull back. She didn't even flinch. Lindsay steadied herself and kept her lips sealed as Colt's hips bucked on sheer impulse, her spit-covered fist milking away, and she vacuumed up everything he had to offer.

Lindsay purred with triumph once the cascade of semen reached its conclusion and withdrew her head from Colt's dick, her hands still latched around his hips. Her eyes sparkled for a beat before she spread her lips wide, showcasing a thick pool of sperm resting atop her tongue and in her mouth. Colt closed his eyes and summoned a deep breath, holding it in, and looked heavenward.

Lindsay smiled and let the gooey mess funnel down the back of her throat. I wish I could suck all my mongers off without a condom, too, and swallow their cum. And when she popped her lips open seconds later with an exaggerated sound, joy overtook Lindsay's features, and she demonstrated to Colt that her mouth was empty.

"Jesus Christ," he said.

Lindsay stood and crushed her mouth to his, entering his mouth with her incessant tongue, exploring every inch of its wet, rugged recesses. Colt groaned at the initial contact, the kiss reigniting his fire within. She broke it off long enough to say, "I want this, Colt. I'm not going to deflect you. I want to have your babies."

"Fuck," he rasped.

She grinned and her eyes twinkled. "Yes, please...."

(End of Chapter Twenty-Six - to be continued)