Chapter 15

Lance breezed into the restaurant and made straight for the kitchen, patting one of the waiters on the back as he went. He closed the kitchen's door behind him and moved further in. He saw the chefs hard at work - steam, aroma, and sounds of boiling, frying and roasting coming from every direction.

He made his way over to a far end and sat down on a chair in front of a clear table near the window. He didn't have to wait long. The co-owner of the restaurant, his friend Rex, came over in his white chef attire and slammed down a tray of food on the table.

"Munch," he said as he took a seat beside Lance, who then drew the tray closer and inhaled the aroma. It was mushrooms prepared in an unfamiliar but delicious looking way, with stew and chunks of meat. He picked a fork and threw some pieces into his mouth.

"Hmmm. Real nice," he complimented as he chewed.

"Glad to hear. Thanks for coming."

"My pleasure," Lance replied between mouthfuls.

"Something I'd like to ask."

"Shoot."

Rex breathed deeply and then suddenly said, "I need another loan."

"How much?"

"Not much. A couple thou'. Four to be exact."

"No problema. Gimme a day or two."

"Thanks, man," Rex sighed, giving him a friendly slap on the back as he left him to finish his food.

Lance only responded with a nod as he continued with his savage mouth and fork attack. The meal was delicious and he was immensely proud. His first loan was what had helped Rex build this place up. He never asked how and with whom he did it; he was just happy to help. What were friends for? He made more than he could spend, it only made sense that he would help others with it.

He'd have loved to not get refunded, but Rex would never agree to receive money on such terms, so he played along and referred to it as a loan while preparing for the inevitable fight that would happen when Rex would seek to repay it.

When he was done eating, Lance picked a bottle of water from a rack close by and gulped down its contents. Then he removed from his wallet the amount he imagined the food was worth and folded it neatly before putting it under the empty plate on the tray.

If business was to get better for the hardworking co-owner, friends and family would have to pay for whatever they eat. He dropped the empty bottle on the tray and then breezed out of the restaurant the same way he had come. He didn't see Rex on his way out; maybe he was busy somewhere else? With a shrug, Lance got into his car and made straight for his next destination.

***

Cara opened the shutters a little wider to let in the sunlight and fresh air. Due to the slightly cold air, she wouldn't have done this if Lisa was around, but the girl had just gone off to school, so she was free to do whatever she liked. As she turned away from the window, she thought she heard the sound of a car. She already had an idea who it might be, but still she pushed the curtain aside and looked. Sure enough, it was that dangerous lover of hers!

Within seconds, she heard a knock on the door. Not knowing what exactly she would say, she went over and pulled the door open. But before she could open her lips, he slipped past her into the house. With a resigned sigh, she closed the door and turned to face him. But she was taken completely unawares as he suddenly grabbed her hand and rushed for the stairs like a wildfire.

"Lance, what's going on?", she asked in semi-panic as she stumbled after him up the steps.

"A lot's going on," he replied, kicking open her bedroom door and marched in with her in tow. Suddenly, he whirled around and held her face in both hands.

"Hmm!", Cara gasped in surprise as his lips captured hers in a heart-stopping kiss. His back was facing the bed and he promptly fell back on it, taking her with him. But she was faster than he was.

The moment they hit the sheets, she swiftly rolled off him and jumped down from the bed.

"Come on, it's very unfair. You've been denying me this for a long time now," he moaned as he turned to lay face-down on the bed.

"You have no right to demand sex from me," she shot back. "I'm neither your wife nor a paid escort."

"Then what are you?", Lance asked as he jumped up to a sitting position, startling Cara. "Or rather, what am I to you?"

"Well," she shrugged, "boy toy, pet, boyfriend, something like that."

"So..."

"So the sex is supposed to be on my terms. And I think I remember telling you that I won't let you touch me until you get tested for STDs. And I really don't wanna get pregnant too, you know. If only you'd use condoms..."

"Okay then."

"You'll use them?", she asked, blinking in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Okay," she sighed. "Look in the top drawer."

Lance did as he was told and pulled open the first drawer of the small bedside cabinet. He saw an unopened pack of condoms and grabbed it. Then he turned to Cara and showed it to her. She gave him a blank stare, even though she was smiling inside. Lance opened the pack and pulled out a sachet.

"Come on," he beckoned.

Slowly, she approached the bed, trying not to look so eager. But Lance took her hand and pulled her in. He made her lie on her back and then climbed on top of her, slowly running his foot up and down her leg. Deftly untying her robe, he grabbed her panties and pulled them off her in one sweeping move. He wasn't blind to her efforts to control her breathing and he made it worse by slowly running his fingers down the insides of her thighs.

She squirmed and pulled up her knees, her legs open wider than before. Lance quickly got rid of his trousers and underwear and prepared to penetrate her.

"Put it on," she croaked in a voice she could hardly recognize as her own. So he picked the condom sachet from where he had dropped it and tore it open. He knew she was still putting so much effort in self control, just to make sure he wears the rubber, but she didn't look down as he fumbled with it.

In a few seconds, he was done and he slowly slid up her body, making her shiver. She mewled in pleasure as he sucked in her nipple and bit on it. She couldn't do anything with her arms since he had them pinned to the bed with his hands. Then suddenly, she felt something on her leg!

"Wait. This doesn't feel right. Did you put it on?", she asked, panting. She stared into his eyes and he averted his gaze, a guilty expression on his face. Cara didn't bother to scold.

Thwap! She delivered a sharp knee to his balls.

"Shit!", Lance shouted and fell off her. "Why did you fucking do that?!"

By now, Cara had again rolled off the bed and was standing beside it, watching him. "I told you to put on the condom a..."

"And I told you I never slept with those girls. I swear it! I called my friends who were there and they confirmed it! Oh my balls," he moaned as he gingerly cradled the assaulted body part.

"Come on, I didn't hit you that hard. So what about the possibility of me getting pregnant?"

"Well, I.. I forgot about that part, but..."

"Put it on."

"Fine. I'll do it," he said and tore open another sachet of condom.

Cara watched as he slowly rolled it over his length, but when he looked up at her, she quickly turned her face away and plopped down on the bed, far away from him.

Lance waited until she had lain down with her back to him. Then he slowly approached her like the husband of a black widow approaching its bigger and deadlier wife. Cautiously, he ran his fingers up and down her calf and lightly traced his way to her butt.

"You're wasting your time. I'm not horny," Cara murmured as he massaged her backside. But she hoped he wouldn't reach between her legs and find that she was lying. Lance didn't. He simply turned her on her back and climbed on top of her, latching onto her nipple immediately. Cara gasped. She couldn't resist the temptation anymore. She grabbed his head and pressed it to her chest and began pinching her free nipple with her other hand.

"Oh fuck," she moaned as he bit her nipple and flicked it with his tongue. She was getting wetter and wetter and began to hump her crotch against him. Lance sensed her need immediately. He let go of her breast and she quickly replaced his tongue with her fingers.

"Ohhh," she moaned in satisfaction, pinching and pulling her engorged teats as her lover licked his way down her belly. He was heading for her pussy and she quickly raised her waist in anticipation. But Lance stopped and grabbed her legs, pulling them up and holding them in place. Her crotch was now totally exposed to him and she was entirely at his mercy.

Lance blew a whiff of warm air on the dripping pussy, making her shudder involuntarily. He raised his head and winked at her with a saucy smile on his face. Cara knew she was in trouble.

"Lance please," she begged. But his smile only widened. He could see her pink hole contracting and expanding and slowly releasing her fluids. With one swift move, he swept his tongue all over it.

"Fuck," Cara hissed in pleasure. And that was it. Lance went back to grinning at her.

She tried to free her legs from his grip, but his hold on them was unshakable. She was desperate, wanting... needing to be touched... sucked... fucked... anything!

"Lance please," she whined.

"Please what?", Lance grinned.

"Just eat me."

"Okay."

He dove in again and captured one of her pussy lips in his mouth, chewing softly on it and pulling it with his lips.

"Ohh yes," Cara breathed and leaned back her head to enjoy the treat.

Lance sucked harder on her nether lips, occasionally reaching down to slurp up the juices leaking from her pulsing hole. Cara wished she could hump his face and rub every inch of her sex against it. "Oh fuck... right there, right there."

He was caressing and teasing her clit with his tongue and her eyes were screwed shut... wishing... hoping that he would suck harder on her love button.

"Yes... that's it... suck it hard! Oh don't stop, don't stop... aaargh... shit!"

She climaxed heavily on his face and a giant shudder wracked her body as she lay limp, struggling to catch her breath. But Lance was still at work, licking up her release and scratching her thighs softly and slowly, making her shudder and moan with even more pleasure.

With his head still between her legs, his hands crawled up her body and found her breasts. He grabbed both nipples at once and began pulling on them like he was milking her.

"Ohh don't stop," Cara moaned as she felt her lower belly begin to heat up again. He was fanning a fire inside her and her insides were melting in the blaze.

Lance kept pulling faster and harder on both teats as he got up on his knees. His dick was rock hard and already dripping precum. Wasting no time, he plunged it into her rapidly humping crotch.

"Yes!", Cara shouted in pleasure as his cock found its mark in one deep thrust. Lance began moving slowly in and out of her and still pulling on her nipples non-stop.

"Harder... faster," Cara panted as she jerked up to meet his thrusts. He obeyed immediately and started pounding into her, holding onto her breasts for support.

"Yes... don't stop... harder!"

The pounding reached a fever height. His waist was a blur as he slammed thrust after thrust into her at a reckless speed. Slam slam slam! The sounds of their sweaty bodies colliding and of his balls slapping her butt filled the room like music.

"Ohhh Lance!", she whimpered as her second climax hit her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body tingled with pleasure. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she knew the morning would be a very long one.

**

After their marathon sex, the lovers spent over an hour cuddling in bed before getting up to take their baths together and barely avoided having one more round under the shower. Then Cara got herself into a robe and went to the kitchen where Lance soon joined her.

He sat at the dining table and watched her as she moved about with ease and confidence in a kitchen she had spent less than two years cooking. And this was a feat he still could not achieve in his mother's kitchen where most of the food he'd eaten in the last five years had come from.

"What would you like to eat?", she asked without looking at him.

"Nothing. I'm good."

"You should always eat after sex. I don't want you losing any of that strength. Need it for my personal use," she said and bit her lip immediately, wondering when she started talking so naughty.

"Seriously, I'm not hungry. I had enough at my friend's restaurant."

"Your friend has a restaurant?", she quickly asked.

"Yep. A co-owner actually."

"Wow. That's nice. Does he have a vacancy for an assistant chef or something? I love cooking and I'd like to have something to do other than staying idle and alone."

"No," Lance said firmly and emphatically.

"No what?", she demanded, turning to look at him.

"No, you'll not work in Rex's restaurant."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you to. Rex has stolen my girl before and..."

"Look here, Lance," she cut him off. "You're neither my husband nor my father. And it's my life, I can do whatever I like with it."

"But I am your boyfriend, right?", Lance whispered in her ear as he came up behind her, sending tiny sparks through her body.

Cara couldn't offer a reply. She was breathing faster than normal as he ran his tongue up and down her neck, and softly scratching her thighs in tandem. She thought her body could not respond to any sexual advances at least for several hours, but she was clearly mistaken. She could feel herself getting wet already.

Lance quickly rucked up her robe and in the next second, she felt his turgid manhood poking at her over-used sex. He sank in slowly and deeply, grabbing her big breasts through her robe and pinched the already hard nipples, making her moan in delight. She leaned back in his arms and allowed him manipulate her anyhow he wanted. His thrusts became stronger and more urgent and she moaned to the rhythm, knowing what was coming soon. But hers came first.

She shuddered as she experienced yet another orgasm, perhaps the 5th or 10th in the last few hours - she had since lost count. Lance quickly followed with a low grunt and a powerful shot of semen inside her.

He exhaled loudly and kissed his not-so-conscious lover on the cheek. Cara looked drained and was still leaning heavily on him. She staggered as he pulled out of her and he knew immediately that she could not stand on her own. So he led her to the dining table and helped her sit down. He rushed to the fridge and retrieved a pack of juice, any juice he could find, and brought it to her. Instead of pouring it in a glass, he set it down and made her drink from it with a straw. She exhaled deeply after a few sips and shook her head slowly.

"You'll kill me one of these days," she said in a weak voice. "In fact, you damn near killed me just now. I haven't eaten at all today, you know."

"Sorry," Lance apologized with a smile, certainly not feeling sorry. "But about working at Rex's restaurant, I'm really serious.. you shouldn't do it."

"Whatever."

"I mean it, Cara," he said in a firm tone. "'Cause I'll kill him if he so much as look sideways at you."

"Fine. Don't go killing anybody."

"Good girl! Now, let's see if I can't cook you something real delicious."