Reciprocity
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Would they come after us? Would I be able to protect Lila? What happened if I couldn’t?
My fist slammed hard against Jared, knocking him back. “Damn, Nate. Can you even hear me?”
My lungs were burning from harsh, labored breaths. “Sorry,” I managed to get out between pants.
“Man, what is wrong with you tonight?” he asked, undoing the straps on my gloves and pulling them off.
Sweat poured down my face, and my chest constricted until a strangled noise was released, tears filling my eyes.
What if I lost Lila?
My knees gave out, and I fell hard to the ground. I cried out in pain when I hit the concrete floor below me, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.
Fuck.
I couldn’t deal with a f**king panic attack, so I tried to calm myself.
Jared kneeled down next to me, his hand on my back. “What can I do?”
My airway was constricting. “M-my w-wife.”
The world was closing in again, the snake around my body squeezing tighter.
“Nathan?” Lila’s voice cut through the dark fog. She wasn’t there, and it took me a moment to realize Jared was holding the phone to my ear. “Baby, are you okay? Jared just called me. Do you have your meds with you?”
Hearing her voice was enough to halt the panic attack that was seizing me. My chest expanded, allowing for a deeper breath. It began to ease off—my vision started to clear and my muscles uncoiled.
“Nate, say something.”
“S-something.”
She let out a strangled giggle on the other end of the phone. “Is it getting better? Do you need me to come get you?” Keys jingled in the background.
“I just needed to hear your voice.” I took the phone from Jared and sat back on my haunches. Looking around the room, I found more than one person staring at me, aside from my trainer. “I’ll be fine.”
There was silence on the other end, and I knew she was worried. “Is it about what Noah said?”
I ran my free hand over my face. “Yes.”
“We’ll get through whatever happens,” she said.
“As long as we’re together, right?”
“Right.”
I blew out a breath. “I’ll be home soon.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I ended the call and took a bottle of water from Jared’s hand. “Thanks.”
“No problem. You good now?” He patted my shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“So, this is one of those situations you were telling me about?”
I nodded. “Sorry.”
He shook his head. “It’s cool, man. I’m just glad you warned me when we started and gave me your girl’s number. Fucking freaked me out.”
I scoffed. “And that was mild.”
He stood up and held out a hand to help me up. “We’ll call it a night. Go home and relax. Pick it back up on Thursday?”
I clapped onto his hand and hauled my ass up off the floor. “Sounds like a plan.”
I grabbed my stuff and headed out, driving as fast as I could, happy to get home to my wife. My hands ached to touch her. Only she provided the peace to calm the storm within me. The beast prowled back and forth, restless for her soothing touch.
As soon as I parked the car, I was in the lobby, waving hello to Mike and calling for the elevator. My hand tapped on my thigh, nervous energy coursing through me. I fumbled with my keys as soon as the doors opened and burst into our condo.
I threw my bag on the ground, locking the door behind me, and went running to find Lila. My foot caught on the floor, nearly tripping when I rounded the wall into the living room.
Standing in the middle of the room was my wife, wearing nothing other than the sexy little set I bought her for Christmas.
“Fuck.” My c**k immediately rose to attention. The black and purple lace of her bra contrasted against her pale skin. She turned, a little minx smile on her face, and showed off her f**k-perfect ass.
I groaned. Yeah, her ass would make me feel better. Tight and snug around me, squeezing me, pulling out every last drop I had to give.
It only took three steps to be on her. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back, hard. My mouth latched onto her neck, my teeth nipping at the skin beneath.
“You will do as I say, and you will f**king enjoy it.” Power poured through me as the beast took control, ready to take her, f**king pound her.
She moaned and pushed her ass back against my cock. “What do you want me to do?”
I pushed on her back with my hand and she leaned forward, resting against the arm of the couch. My fingers grabbed onto her hair and pulled. My sexy girl moaned. I f**king loved that I could let go, and she enjoyed it as much as I did.
“I want you to be my dirty little slut. I’m going to f**k you hard.” My free hand ran along her hip and over the curve of her ass. “I’m going to squeeze into this tight ass, and you’re going to milk all the come from my balls.”
I pushed the lacy material aside, and slipped a finger into her already wet pu**y. When I moved to press against the tight opening I was about to bust into, there was something blocking me. I leaned back and looked down.
“Fuck!” I got even harder at the image of the sparkling purple jewel on the end of the stainless steel butt plug I’d gotten her, sitting where her f**k-tight hole was. “Already worked yourself open a bit, I see.”
I’d bought it to go with the set she was wearing, and I’d eagerly waited to see it peeking at me from between her cheeks. Her timing couldn’t be more perfect.
It took every bit of restraint to not just pull it out and push my dick right in without prepping her more, but I wasn’t that kind of an ass**le. Just the garden variety with a hard dick and a craving for an insanely tight ass.
Fuck, I needed some lube, because I wasn’t going to get her as far as she needed. I pulled on the end, shuddering as I watched her stretch around the widest part. When the tip was on the verge of coming out, I drove it back in all the way. I stared down in perverse fascination as I moved it out again.
I looked down at my leaking cock, begging to be pressed between her ass cheeks. It was trying to get out of my shorts, dripping to be surrounded by her. She was so f**king tight that I couldn’t think about anything but the sight and memory of my head popping through her tight ring of muscles.
My fist slammed hard against Jared, knocking him back. “Damn, Nate. Can you even hear me?”
My lungs were burning from harsh, labored breaths. “Sorry,” I managed to get out between pants.
“Man, what is wrong with you tonight?” he asked, undoing the straps on my gloves and pulling them off.
Sweat poured down my face, and my chest constricted until a strangled noise was released, tears filling my eyes.
What if I lost Lila?
My knees gave out, and I fell hard to the ground. I cried out in pain when I hit the concrete floor below me, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.
Fuck.
I couldn’t deal with a f**king panic attack, so I tried to calm myself.
Jared kneeled down next to me, his hand on my back. “What can I do?”
My airway was constricting. “M-my w-wife.”
The world was closing in again, the snake around my body squeezing tighter.
“Nathan?” Lila’s voice cut through the dark fog. She wasn’t there, and it took me a moment to realize Jared was holding the phone to my ear. “Baby, are you okay? Jared just called me. Do you have your meds with you?”
Hearing her voice was enough to halt the panic attack that was seizing me. My chest expanded, allowing for a deeper breath. It began to ease off—my vision started to clear and my muscles uncoiled.
“Nate, say something.”
“S-something.”
She let out a strangled giggle on the other end of the phone. “Is it getting better? Do you need me to come get you?” Keys jingled in the background.
“I just needed to hear your voice.” I took the phone from Jared and sat back on my haunches. Looking around the room, I found more than one person staring at me, aside from my trainer. “I’ll be fine.”
There was silence on the other end, and I knew she was worried. “Is it about what Noah said?”
I ran my free hand over my face. “Yes.”
“We’ll get through whatever happens,” she said.
“As long as we’re together, right?”
“Right.”
I blew out a breath. “I’ll be home soon.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I ended the call and took a bottle of water from Jared’s hand. “Thanks.”
“No problem. You good now?” He patted my shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“So, this is one of those situations you were telling me about?”
I nodded. “Sorry.”
He shook his head. “It’s cool, man. I’m just glad you warned me when we started and gave me your girl’s number. Fucking freaked me out.”
I scoffed. “And that was mild.”
He stood up and held out a hand to help me up. “We’ll call it a night. Go home and relax. Pick it back up on Thursday?”
I clapped onto his hand and hauled my ass up off the floor. “Sounds like a plan.”
I grabbed my stuff and headed out, driving as fast as I could, happy to get home to my wife. My hands ached to touch her. Only she provided the peace to calm the storm within me. The beast prowled back and forth, restless for her soothing touch.
As soon as I parked the car, I was in the lobby, waving hello to Mike and calling for the elevator. My hand tapped on my thigh, nervous energy coursing through me. I fumbled with my keys as soon as the doors opened and burst into our condo.
I threw my bag on the ground, locking the door behind me, and went running to find Lila. My foot caught on the floor, nearly tripping when I rounded the wall into the living room.
Standing in the middle of the room was my wife, wearing nothing other than the sexy little set I bought her for Christmas.
“Fuck.” My c**k immediately rose to attention. The black and purple lace of her bra contrasted against her pale skin. She turned, a little minx smile on her face, and showed off her f**k-perfect ass.
I groaned. Yeah, her ass would make me feel better. Tight and snug around me, squeezing me, pulling out every last drop I had to give.
It only took three steps to be on her. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back, hard. My mouth latched onto her neck, my teeth nipping at the skin beneath.
“You will do as I say, and you will f**king enjoy it.” Power poured through me as the beast took control, ready to take her, f**king pound her.
She moaned and pushed her ass back against my cock. “What do you want me to do?”
I pushed on her back with my hand and she leaned forward, resting against the arm of the couch. My fingers grabbed onto her hair and pulled. My sexy girl moaned. I f**king loved that I could let go, and she enjoyed it as much as I did.
“I want you to be my dirty little slut. I’m going to f**k you hard.” My free hand ran along her hip and over the curve of her ass. “I’m going to squeeze into this tight ass, and you’re going to milk all the come from my balls.”
I pushed the lacy material aside, and slipped a finger into her already wet pu**y. When I moved to press against the tight opening I was about to bust into, there was something blocking me. I leaned back and looked down.
“Fuck!” I got even harder at the image of the sparkling purple jewel on the end of the stainless steel butt plug I’d gotten her, sitting where her f**k-tight hole was. “Already worked yourself open a bit, I see.”
I’d bought it to go with the set she was wearing, and I’d eagerly waited to see it peeking at me from between her cheeks. Her timing couldn’t be more perfect.
It took every bit of restraint to not just pull it out and push my dick right in without prepping her more, but I wasn’t that kind of an ass**le. Just the garden variety with a hard dick and a craving for an insanely tight ass.
Fuck, I needed some lube, because I wasn’t going to get her as far as she needed. I pulled on the end, shuddering as I watched her stretch around the widest part. When the tip was on the verge of coming out, I drove it back in all the way. I stared down in perverse fascination as I moved it out again.
I looked down at my leaking cock, begging to be pressed between her ass cheeks. It was trying to get out of my shorts, dripping to be surrounded by her. She was so f**king tight that I couldn’t think about anything but the sight and memory of my head popping through her tight ring of muscles.
