02-05-2018, 09:50 PM
Ceara was in her little red Cooper. The windows were down and the music was blaring, and as she drove, she felt a slight pricking in her head as she drove faster, the trees pushing, once again becoming sticks, the color retreating until there was nothing left in front of her but the road. Blank pages turning until finally the familiar blaring of a pencil pushing to paper. The story was changing, and although Ceara could feel it, she just kept driving, the tears falling from her eyes slowly drying, the story ending.
The road stretched on before her, and she put on her red-rimmed sunglasses, turned up the music even more, and pushed her foot down on the accelerator, and she kept driving.
And eventually, the color came back into her world. Imposing mountains teetering to the sky, cut off by the clouds and the blue green of the pine trees that took over her landscape overwhelmed her. The smell of the evergreen assailed her senses, and she inhaled greatly, closing her eyes in satisfaction. It was a beautiful sight, and she smirked a smile of knowing. When the road curved, the landscape opened up to reveal a small town, and Ceara settled herself deep in her seat, placing her hands firmly on the steering wheel, her trunk loaded full of cookies; the thought of which triggered a note for Ceara to stop off at the children’s hospital on her way to donate the sugary treats. It was a momentary stop, but one that would make a lot of sick kids very happy.
Ceara didn’t get up this way too terribly often, but when she had been a kid, she remembered spending her summers up her grandparents, enjoying small town life. At Christmas time, she’d hit the slopes - she had learned to ski before she could really run. Such happy memories here for her and her baby brother, whose life in the city was much more busy than hers was. She owned studio apartment in Georgetown, and as an award winning baker had enjoyed some success having a reality television show that showed her ability to bake fantastic cupcakes. However, cookies were where it all had started, and without the holidays spent at her grandmother’s side learning to bake, she would not be where she was. So each trip was laden with a carload full of goodies to the ones who most deserved it - and likely would most appreciate it. This trip was different though. This time, she would not be meeting her grandmother on the other end for a massive baking session.
This summer was to be different from all the rest, and with a heavy heart, Ceara tied her hair back in a messy bun, all smiles as she handed out her cookies. Chocolate chip were always a favorite, and among hugs and and smiles and chocolatey little faces and dirty fingers, the young baker was able to forget for a short moment why she was there in the first place. Job done, She waved goodbye to the nursing staff, promised a new batch on her way out of town. She put on her red wool coat, placed the hood up over her head, her hands in her pockets, and went back out to where her bright red Mini was waiting. Turning the ignition, she reversed gear, and careened out of the parking lot, heading out of town and towards her grandmother’s cabin.
Aerabella Smythe had had stage 4 lung cancer - stubborn to the end, she had refused to go to the doctor until it was too late. She had enjoyed many years with her husband, who had been a two pack a day smoker - and after contracting COPD and emphysema due to second-hand smoke, had eventually died; ironically in her kitchen, in the middle of baking a batch of brownies. Aerabella’s attorney called her family, but as Joash claimed to be too busy to make his way up the mountain, the duty had fallen to Ceara, who had dropped everything, closed her bakery, and come to settle affairs. Months had passed since the funeral. After all the flower arrangements had died and all the hot dinners had been eaten, it was time to settle the affairs of the will, and it was what had brought Ceara back to the mountain for the second time this summer season.
Ceara’s grandmother had always had an eye for things that glittered. After her grandfather died, Aerabella had never let that settle her down, and her “people” - gardener, handy man, and delivery man - always seemed to get younger, and more beautiful with every batch that rolled through. A chuckle resonated in Ceara’s throat when she thought about her 80 year old grandmother having designs on a man in his mid-thirties, but she smiled with remembrance that Aerabella had known what she liked, and had lived long enough to demand nothing less than exactly what she desired.
Her lawyer was no different.
And when Ceara pulled up the drive, it did not surprise her in the least to see her grandmothers lawyer turn toward her, drink in hand, clad head to toe in a well-cut Armani. His hair was swept back from his face in a way that showed he tried containing his thick locks, but the way it still held to its wild roots and the way that his dark green eyes almost went black in a predatory gaze as he saw Ceara get out of her car, put her hood up over her head, and walk up the stairs slowly, showed that he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Liam Parker saw what he wanted, and as soon as he had seen Ceara that first time, he had known exactly what he wanted. It was nobody’s secret that Aerabella’s granddaughter and the young attorney dealing with the old woman’s estate had sparks firing off for each other, but in the course of dealing with the funeral and settling affairs, seeking anything resembling a relationship would have been extremely inappropriate, and with a small mountain town watching virtually their every move, it had been hard to act on anything… or on each other. Ceara did not fall easily, and when she had first met Liam, shortly after Aerabella had been diagnosed with cancer, Ceara had found it hard to think of anything else the entire time she was visiting her grandmother. And since she spent 3 months at the cabin, it was not hard to find time to see each other in such a confined space. There were only so many places to go.
Liam Parker was a successful attorney who had grown up locally, and had made his name as a defense attorney in the city. But he specialized in small town law (or so he told his clients, who hired them to take on their local cases). He was a local darling, but in the courtroom, he was a cut-throat bastard who only knew how to win, and how to charge $600 dollars an hour for his services. Aerabella had hired him to settle her estate in the event of her death, and Liam, who had known of Ceara for years, had joined for exactly one reason.
He wanted to devour her.
And now, standing face to face in the aftermath of Aerabella’s death and all they’d experienced together, it was finally time to enact the last part of the old woman’s wishes - that Ceara would inherit the cabin.
Liam had arrived before her, and had already gotten a warm fire going. Pouring himself a 3 finger brandy, he went out to wait for his conquest on the porch, knowing she was not long in coming. And when he raised his glass at her in lieu of a hello, she looked directly at him, but said nothing as she got out of her car and headed up those stairs.
“Hello, Ceara,” he said, most welcomingly.
“Hello yourself.”
Ceara said nothing as she moved passed him, opening the door to an open concept log mountain retreat with a roaring fire and exposed beams. The kitchen was a baker’s dream, but Ceara only had a moment to place her red-hooded coat on the back of the couch before she turned around, seeing Liam placing his empty tumbler on the banister, and closing the door, latching it behind him.
And that was when he started for her.
She said nothing but a groan as Liam approached her hungrily, like a wolf devouring his prey. His lips and tongue found her mouth, begging her for kisses as she groaned into him. Her arms went around him as she immediately instinctively removed his jacket, his fingers playing in her hair as he took down her messy bun, throwing her hair tie into the fire. Liam whispered hungrily against her as his hands delicately wrapped around the back of her neck moving up and cradling her head. “I want your hair down. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I <i>need</i> to feel my fingers in your hair.” Ceara pulled away from him, her busy hands whipping his belt off him, before going to the closure of his trousers. “She the fuck up, Liam, and just kiss me.”
A flood of clothes peels away from their bodies until the glow of naked flesh is highlighted by the fireplace. Liam reaches for Ceara, grabbing her by the ass and picking her up. Instinctively her arms and legs wrap around him like a second skin as he walks across the livingroom before sitting down on the couch, placing her in his lap. His hands caress the warm, rounded globes of her bottom, and the lust in his eyes is palpable as he pulls back and stares at her, glowing, naked goddess of perfection, her black hair rolling off her delicate shoulders in a way that mesmorized him. “You’re perfection, you know that?” His voice was much more gentle than usual, his eyes raking over her body with satisfaction.
Those full, plumped bruised lips that had been kissed feverishly. Her chest was heaving as she dragged in her breathes, leaving her perfect breasts to dance before his hungry eyes. And her eyes, almost glowed red with lust, looking at his perfectly sculpted body as she rocked her most sensitive places against him, feeling his hardness between her thighs. The action caused him to roll his eyes and groan, and she got off his lap, got on her knees, and placed his long shaft inside her mouth. Her tongue made long stroking movements that were expertly crafted to drive man wild, and Ceara was on fire as she moved one finger from him, and placed it between her own legs, feeling her wetness. She smiled darkly, refusing him his purchase, not allowing him to climax as he thrust his hips toward her face. Pulling back, she smiled. “You may be a wolf in the courtroom, but in here,” she said, squeezing his member. “I am the predator.”
Liam looked at her, but said nothing as she got up from her place on the floor, settling herself squarely on his lap again. Leaning down to kiss him headily, their tongues meeting and mingling as she lowered herself onto his shaft, riding him. She moved her hips, thrusting down to met his motions as he began rocking his body to meet her ministrations, impaling her upon his throbbing phallus. He groaned, his hands instinctively going to cradle Ceara’s behind once more.
The peaks of Ceara’s breasts grazed against Liams chest as she rode him, the sensitive parts hardening into rough nubs that elicited a groan out of her, ripping her lips away from his in a moment of frustration, their movements becoming more frantic as they fought to seek release. He pounded into her, and she rocked into him, the hardness and the wetness clashing in animalistic, primal ways. The glow of the fire was slowly dying, as Ceara’s crys of satisfaction and desperation slowly escalated.
Liam grunted, grabbing Ceara and standing up again, flipping her on all fours as he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back into him. She met him thrust for thrust, until they both crescendoed at the same time. A final grunt, and a groan, and Liam’s release was imminent, his seed spilling inside her. He did not stop, though, he kept on, feeling the quivering of her nether regions as she convulsed around him, crying her own climax before her knees buckled underneath her, falling into the couch with a satisfied groan. Liam slowed, before finally releasing her, sliding from her easily. Their skin glowed with the sheen of satisfaction, and the air smelled of sweat and sex.
A nake Liam grinned wolfishly as he walked - stalked - across the living room, before grabbing a stack of papers from his leather briefcase. He plopped down on the couch beside her, and pulled down a blanket over their nakedness. Placing a satisfied kiss on her fully on her waiting lips, they both smiled as she settled down next to him, cuddling his naked form by the embers of a dying fire, her voice sleepy, satisfied. “Okay, counsellor, let’s get to work.”
It was the perfect way to start to what would otherwise be a rather <i>boring</i> weekend of litigation.
Between fucking sessions, of course.
The road stretched on before her, and she put on her red-rimmed sunglasses, turned up the music even more, and pushed her foot down on the accelerator, and she kept driving.
And eventually, the color came back into her world. Imposing mountains teetering to the sky, cut off by the clouds and the blue green of the pine trees that took over her landscape overwhelmed her. The smell of the evergreen assailed her senses, and she inhaled greatly, closing her eyes in satisfaction. It was a beautiful sight, and she smirked a smile of knowing. When the road curved, the landscape opened up to reveal a small town, and Ceara settled herself deep in her seat, placing her hands firmly on the steering wheel, her trunk loaded full of cookies; the thought of which triggered a note for Ceara to stop off at the children’s hospital on her way to donate the sugary treats. It was a momentary stop, but one that would make a lot of sick kids very happy.
Ceara didn’t get up this way too terribly often, but when she had been a kid, she remembered spending her summers up her grandparents, enjoying small town life. At Christmas time, she’d hit the slopes - she had learned to ski before she could really run. Such happy memories here for her and her baby brother, whose life in the city was much more busy than hers was. She owned studio apartment in Georgetown, and as an award winning baker had enjoyed some success having a reality television show that showed her ability to bake fantastic cupcakes. However, cookies were where it all had started, and without the holidays spent at her grandmother’s side learning to bake, she would not be where she was. So each trip was laden with a carload full of goodies to the ones who most deserved it - and likely would most appreciate it. This trip was different though. This time, she would not be meeting her grandmother on the other end for a massive baking session.
This summer was to be different from all the rest, and with a heavy heart, Ceara tied her hair back in a messy bun, all smiles as she handed out her cookies. Chocolate chip were always a favorite, and among hugs and and smiles and chocolatey little faces and dirty fingers, the young baker was able to forget for a short moment why she was there in the first place. Job done, She waved goodbye to the nursing staff, promised a new batch on her way out of town. She put on her red wool coat, placed the hood up over her head, her hands in her pockets, and went back out to where her bright red Mini was waiting. Turning the ignition, she reversed gear, and careened out of the parking lot, heading out of town and towards her grandmother’s cabin.
Aerabella Smythe had had stage 4 lung cancer - stubborn to the end, she had refused to go to the doctor until it was too late. She had enjoyed many years with her husband, who had been a two pack a day smoker - and after contracting COPD and emphysema due to second-hand smoke, had eventually died; ironically in her kitchen, in the middle of baking a batch of brownies. Aerabella’s attorney called her family, but as Joash claimed to be too busy to make his way up the mountain, the duty had fallen to Ceara, who had dropped everything, closed her bakery, and come to settle affairs. Months had passed since the funeral. After all the flower arrangements had died and all the hot dinners had been eaten, it was time to settle the affairs of the will, and it was what had brought Ceara back to the mountain for the second time this summer season.
Ceara’s grandmother had always had an eye for things that glittered. After her grandfather died, Aerabella had never let that settle her down, and her “people” - gardener, handy man, and delivery man - always seemed to get younger, and more beautiful with every batch that rolled through. A chuckle resonated in Ceara’s throat when she thought about her 80 year old grandmother having designs on a man in his mid-thirties, but she smiled with remembrance that Aerabella had known what she liked, and had lived long enough to demand nothing less than exactly what she desired.
Her lawyer was no different.
And when Ceara pulled up the drive, it did not surprise her in the least to see her grandmothers lawyer turn toward her, drink in hand, clad head to toe in a well-cut Armani. His hair was swept back from his face in a way that showed he tried containing his thick locks, but the way it still held to its wild roots and the way that his dark green eyes almost went black in a predatory gaze as he saw Ceara get out of her car, put her hood up over her head, and walk up the stairs slowly, showed that he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Liam Parker saw what he wanted, and as soon as he had seen Ceara that first time, he had known exactly what he wanted. It was nobody’s secret that Aerabella’s granddaughter and the young attorney dealing with the old woman’s estate had sparks firing off for each other, but in the course of dealing with the funeral and settling affairs, seeking anything resembling a relationship would have been extremely inappropriate, and with a small mountain town watching virtually their every move, it had been hard to act on anything… or on each other. Ceara did not fall easily, and when she had first met Liam, shortly after Aerabella had been diagnosed with cancer, Ceara had found it hard to think of anything else the entire time she was visiting her grandmother. And since she spent 3 months at the cabin, it was not hard to find time to see each other in such a confined space. There were only so many places to go.
Liam Parker was a successful attorney who had grown up locally, and had made his name as a defense attorney in the city. But he specialized in small town law (or so he told his clients, who hired them to take on their local cases). He was a local darling, but in the courtroom, he was a cut-throat bastard who only knew how to win, and how to charge $600 dollars an hour for his services. Aerabella had hired him to settle her estate in the event of her death, and Liam, who had known of Ceara for years, had joined for exactly one reason.
He wanted to devour her.
And now, standing face to face in the aftermath of Aerabella’s death and all they’d experienced together, it was finally time to enact the last part of the old woman’s wishes - that Ceara would inherit the cabin.
Liam had arrived before her, and had already gotten a warm fire going. Pouring himself a 3 finger brandy, he went out to wait for his conquest on the porch, knowing she was not long in coming. And when he raised his glass at her in lieu of a hello, she looked directly at him, but said nothing as she got out of her car and headed up those stairs.
“Hello, Ceara,” he said, most welcomingly.
“Hello yourself.”
Ceara said nothing as she moved passed him, opening the door to an open concept log mountain retreat with a roaring fire and exposed beams. The kitchen was a baker’s dream, but Ceara only had a moment to place her red-hooded coat on the back of the couch before she turned around, seeing Liam placing his empty tumbler on the banister, and closing the door, latching it behind him.
And that was when he started for her.
She said nothing but a groan as Liam approached her hungrily, like a wolf devouring his prey. His lips and tongue found her mouth, begging her for kisses as she groaned into him. Her arms went around him as she immediately instinctively removed his jacket, his fingers playing in her hair as he took down her messy bun, throwing her hair tie into the fire. Liam whispered hungrily against her as his hands delicately wrapped around the back of her neck moving up and cradling her head. “I want your hair down. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I <i>need</i> to feel my fingers in your hair.” Ceara pulled away from him, her busy hands whipping his belt off him, before going to the closure of his trousers. “She the fuck up, Liam, and just kiss me.”
A flood of clothes peels away from their bodies until the glow of naked flesh is highlighted by the fireplace. Liam reaches for Ceara, grabbing her by the ass and picking her up. Instinctively her arms and legs wrap around him like a second skin as he walks across the livingroom before sitting down on the couch, placing her in his lap. His hands caress the warm, rounded globes of her bottom, and the lust in his eyes is palpable as he pulls back and stares at her, glowing, naked goddess of perfection, her black hair rolling off her delicate shoulders in a way that mesmorized him. “You’re perfection, you know that?” His voice was much more gentle than usual, his eyes raking over her body with satisfaction.
Those full, plumped bruised lips that had been kissed feverishly. Her chest was heaving as she dragged in her breathes, leaving her perfect breasts to dance before his hungry eyes. And her eyes, almost glowed red with lust, looking at his perfectly sculpted body as she rocked her most sensitive places against him, feeling his hardness between her thighs. The action caused him to roll his eyes and groan, and she got off his lap, got on her knees, and placed his long shaft inside her mouth. Her tongue made long stroking movements that were expertly crafted to drive man wild, and Ceara was on fire as she moved one finger from him, and placed it between her own legs, feeling her wetness. She smiled darkly, refusing him his purchase, not allowing him to climax as he thrust his hips toward her face. Pulling back, she smiled. “You may be a wolf in the courtroom, but in here,” she said, squeezing his member. “I am the predator.”
Liam looked at her, but said nothing as she got up from her place on the floor, settling herself squarely on his lap again. Leaning down to kiss him headily, their tongues meeting and mingling as she lowered herself onto his shaft, riding him. She moved her hips, thrusting down to met his motions as he began rocking his body to meet her ministrations, impaling her upon his throbbing phallus. He groaned, his hands instinctively going to cradle Ceara’s behind once more.
The peaks of Ceara’s breasts grazed against Liams chest as she rode him, the sensitive parts hardening into rough nubs that elicited a groan out of her, ripping her lips away from his in a moment of frustration, their movements becoming more frantic as they fought to seek release. He pounded into her, and she rocked into him, the hardness and the wetness clashing in animalistic, primal ways. The glow of the fire was slowly dying, as Ceara’s crys of satisfaction and desperation slowly escalated.
Liam grunted, grabbing Ceara and standing up again, flipping her on all fours as he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back into him. She met him thrust for thrust, until they both crescendoed at the same time. A final grunt, and a groan, and Liam’s release was imminent, his seed spilling inside her. He did not stop, though, he kept on, feeling the quivering of her nether regions as she convulsed around him, crying her own climax before her knees buckled underneath her, falling into the couch with a satisfied groan. Liam slowed, before finally releasing her, sliding from her easily. Their skin glowed with the sheen of satisfaction, and the air smelled of sweat and sex.
A nake Liam grinned wolfishly as he walked - stalked - across the living room, before grabbing a stack of papers from his leather briefcase. He plopped down on the couch beside her, and pulled down a blanket over their nakedness. Placing a satisfied kiss on her fully on her waiting lips, they both smiled as she settled down next to him, cuddling his naked form by the embers of a dying fire, her voice sleepy, satisfied. “Okay, counsellor, let’s get to work.”
It was the perfect way to start to what would otherwise be a rather <i>boring</i> weekend of litigation.
Between fucking sessions, of course.