Lance is sitting on a wooden chair, packing up everything in his apartment area of the club, so focused on trying to fit things in his box, that he doesn't hear me come in. The water damage was worse in here, as there was more items nearer to the ground.
Water logged, law books, stacks of newspapers and other papers that were soaked all sat in an soggy pile by the door. He had one table full of pictures with a battery operated fan on low, in an attempt to dry them out and salvage them.
I approach him, my hands running through his hair to massage his scalp, making him groan. "There you are... Mmmm... that feels amazing."
I work my hands through his hair, his head resting against my stomach as he enjoys the attention. He takes a deep breath and turns in his seat, wrapping his arms around my waist, letting me continue on.
"Thank you, Lirael, for coming to help. This has been a little overwhelming to handle by myself today. The good news though is, I'm not liable for the damage." He moves his chin up to look at me, a weak smile on his lips. "The plumbers that installed the two new water heaters, used the wrong size and type of pipe according to the inspector. That's why they burst and there was so much water so quickly. The inspector and insurance took all the pictures and I gave them copies of the invoice and work done by the company. Now, I just have to wait and see what the other company's insurance does and says."
I give him a tight but warm smile, "See, things are not as bad as you thought last night. Are you going to have someone come in and repair the water damage?"
He nods, "Yes. I'll need that to move forward with the insurance company so we know how much to add to the total amount of damage caused for recompensating me."
I feel his hands slide down over my hips, finding the edge of my knee high skirt.
"You know, I can't help but think about that face you made this morning, as you came on my face." His husky voice deepens as the hungry darkness enters his eyes, making me shiver at the memory.
"Oh?" My voice goes an octave higher, as one hand slides up between my legs caressing the moist spot already forming at the apex of my thighs.
He slides his hand in between, forcing my legs apart to grip my moist panties completely in the palm of his hand. My jaw drops as he palms my pussy, causing little jolts of pleasure to warm my core up. His touch is doing more than just warm me up, it's making me ache to feel him deep inside me, my heart rate increasing at the thought of riding him, right now.
I slide one hand down the side of his face, dragging my thumb over his lips, letting him suck it into his mouth, tongue flicking and moving around it. His fingers slide in around my underwear, gliding against my slick lips, to push inside of me.
"Mmmmm..." I close my eyes, my head falling back as he thrusts up inside me and his thumb presses against my clit.
"Fuck, Lance. I want you." I whisper out loud as his hand continues to build up the ache and desire in me. His finger curls inside of me, eliciting a soft cry of shock from me.
"Yeah, you want me? You like the way I pleasure your pussy?" He asks with a smug grin on his face.
With a nod and widening eyes from his sudden withdrawal from my pussy, I remark, "Yes.... Why did you..?" My question trails off as he undoes his slacks, sliding them down far enough for his erect cock to spring out.
"Then take what you want." He leans back, his hands going up to grab my hips and pull me down to straddle him.
He slides my underwear off to the side as we line ourselves up. He sighs and groans as he slips in to my wet folds, me bouncing lightly to work him farther into me, taking him to the hilt.
"Fuck, Lirael, how do you feel better every single time?" His breathless question has me smiling and making my confidence rise.
"Shhh..." I place my thumb on his lips, and begin to rock on top of him, slowly, making him grit his teeth and grip my hips. I know he's holding back, instead of holding my hips and fucking me like a wild beast.
I lean down and kiss those lips that show me how badly he's controlling himself, forcing my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply.
"Hey, Lance.. SHIT!" A familiar voice cuts through the air and the sound of Lances door being slammed shut forces us to look that way.
"Uh... Who was that?" I inquire, hoping it was Simon, Jack or Big Daddy.
Lance groans, a battle going on in his eyes, to tell me or to keep going. Sighing, he admits, "My uncle Jim...." grumbling, "who still doesn't know how to fucking knock on a damn door."
I pale, instantly losing all that built up lust like it was dropped from the top of a tower bridge.
I stand up and pull my skirt down, running to the bathroom, feeling like I am about to die from embarrassment, AGAIN.
Only this was worse! We were actually having sex!
OH GOD?! How am I going to look him in the eye at work from here on out?!
A gentle tapping at the door has me cracking it open. "Yeah?" I ask weakly.
Lance pushes the door open a little farther, whispering, "He didn't see anything, he thought we were making out. Your skirt saved the day, I do believe. I don't think that's what he will keep believing though, if you keep hiding in here." He gives me a knowing look, his lips pinched together.
"Okay..." I meekly open the door, walking out of the bathroom with Lance.
Jim is standing facing away from us, in Lance's doorway to the apartment. I clear my throat and blush heavily, as he turns around with an awkward smile, his eyes avoiding ours as well.
"Sorry to intrude on you two lovebirds. I was just wanting to check on you, for your mother. You know how she is. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help out. I'll see you at work tomorrow, Lirael." He glances up to see me nod in response and shrugs to Lance as he leaves.
Once his footsteps wander off, Lance goes and shuts the door, locking it with a click.
He turns back to me and chuckles darkly, "Now, where were we?"