Physical Therapy

“Hey baby, how was your day?” The couch dipped as she leaned over to kiss me, her ponytail falling onto my shoulder when she let her head rest for a moment.

“It was fine.” I kept my eyes trained on the screen in front of me and she kissed my cheek before popping up. I heard her pad into the kitchen, rifling through the fridge before closing the door and coming back.

"Any idea what you want for dinner? Where’s Diedre?“

"She’s at the store.”

"Did we need anything? I could’ve run while I was out.“ She dropped next to me with a bottle of water, offering me a sip that I quickly rejected. I could smell her perfume, the delicate scent mixed with her coconut conditioner rolled over me like a soft wave and I tightened my grip on the remote. "You alright?”

She reached for me, her fingers warm on my wrist, and I pulled away with a nod. Lately her brows had been knit in concern, always reaching out like I would fall apart if she squeezed my hand too hard. My mind flew to the last time she’d touched me like this, with that look in her eyes and her cheeks flushed.

“Oh, Shay! What are you-” She shut me up with her lips on the corner of my mouth and her hands tugging at my belt buckle. I felt the cool concrete of the parking garage through my suit jacket and I pushed her back. “Shay, we can’t do this here!”
Her smirk said otherwise as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding excitedly. “Reilly, baby, we definitely can. This is the only row in the garage with no cameras and you-” she tugged open my pants and traced her fingers over the bulge in my boxers, “look way too good in that suit.”
She slid down my body, her knees resting on the hard concrete while she braced herself with hands on the passenger door of my jeep. Looking at me with a coy smile, her palm grazed my cock through thin fabric. “Shay, what if someone sees?”
She licked her palm and pulled my cock out, her lips ghosting over the tip in a gentle kiss. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, my protests growing weaker the more she pumped my shaft.
“Shay, my teammates are going to be her any mmmother of god, don’t stop!” She’d traced her tongue along the underside of me before pulling me into her mouth, softly sucking while she looked at me through long lashes. One of her hands wrapped around my hip, pulling me closer with her nails digging into my ass. The other trailed between her breasts, dancing down to settle between her legs.
A guttural groan bubbled from her throat as my head nudged the back of it, tears brimming in her eyes while she held me there. The vibration of her hum was insane and my own moan echoed off of the hard walls.
“Earth to Reilly! Where’d you go?”
I dropped the remote on the couch and stood up, avoiding her gaze as I made my way upstairs. Her footsteps were soft behind me and I kicked open the door to our bedroom with her following suit. “How was lunch with Jillian?”
She dropped onto the bed and watched me as I puttered around. I could feel her eyes on my back while I busied myself folding a t-shirt. “It was good. She says hi, by the way.”
“Was Jason there?”
“No. Why?” I turned towards her and set my hips against the edge of the dresser, watching her toy with a loose string on the edge of our comforter. She looked at me, eyes wide and innocent with her hair hanging over her shoulder, and I softened a little.
“Just wondering... he’s such a good guy.” She nodded, a blush creeping down her neck and onto her chest. Her eyes dropped to her lap and I pushed forward. “I mean, he’s so funny and sweet- and he speaks french. And those blue eyes... kinda makes sense you’d want to fuck him.”
Her head shot up like she’d been slapped, one lip tucked between her teeth. She chewed it nervously before opening her mouth to speak. “Reilly, I-”

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