Confessions of a Litigation God

Not that she would.

No one questions Matt Connover.

The Atlanta trip was eye opening. Yes, I got my case settled at mediation and yes, I was happy with that. So happy, in fact, I decided to hook up with a woman that I’ve f**ked on a few occasions. She’s an attorney I had a case against in the past and on at least three trips to Atlanta, we have gotten together to tear it up between the sheets.

No, that is not a breach of my rule against monogamy, because Lydia doesn’t do monogamy either. She likes sex and likes it varied, so I always make sure my package is wrapped with her. She doesn’t fall within the strict medical guidelines that One Night Only adheres to.

Lydia likes it so varied, in fact, our first time together another woman was involved with us. Let me tell you… that took the cake for the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Me drilling one woman from behind while she went down on another.

Yup… hottest thing ever, that is, until Mac peeled her dress off for me in the hotel that first night. Yup, just dropping that dress so I could see what was underneath… that then became the hottest thing ever… until I f**ked her on her desk. Then that became the hottest thing ever.

And then… well, you see the pattern.

And I wasn’t liking the pattern, because I was getting away from my true nature. So I decided to break said pattern by hooking up with Lydia and breaking this tie I have with Mac. Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to f**k Mac again, because I would. I’d tell her the truth about Lydia, and then I’d f**k her again.

Then I’d be me again.

Except… it didn’t work out that way. I met Lydia for drinks in the lobby of my hotel. I took one look at her as she walked into the bar… tall, beautiful, confident… sexy, sexy, sexy woman.

And I knew in that first glance that I couldn’t do it. Not because of any guilty feelings of what it might do to Mac, but only because of the crystal-clear realization that I only wanted to get it up for Mac. In fact, not sure I can get it up for anyone but her—a fact that bothers me, but what’s a man to do?

So I had a drink with Lydia and told her that I had to get up early for my mediation, and we parted ways with a friendly hug.

The cab driver pulls up to Mac’s apartment building and my eyebrows rise. This is pretty swank and not what I would have expected for a first-year lawyer that graduated with Columbia law school debt.

After I pay the driver, haul my carry-on case into her elevator, and make it to her door, I’m itching. Itching to see Mac, itching to f**k her, and yeah, itching to hold her.

I’m such a pu**y.

When she opens the door, my breath hitches and yup… she topped the “hottest thing ever” scale again. She looks young with her hair in low, braided pigtails that hang over her shoulders and her face scrubbed fresh. She’s got on sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but they hug her form perfectly, although I bet she’d rock a school girl look in a short, plaid skirt and Mary Jane’s. That thought has my dick perking up interest.

“What are you doing here?” she asks in surprise.

I run my eyes up and down her body, realizing that she would probably be the sexiest woman ever in anything she could possibly wear. I’d get a woody if she wore burlap, I bet.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you for two days,” I tell her as if she asked the most ridiculous question. “Why wouldn’t I be here?”

Walking across the threshold, I lean down to nuzzle her neck with my lips and wrap my arms around her waist. She smells like flowers and maybe a hint of ice cream.

Mac’s arms come up, not to return my embrace but to push me away. “Matt… I look a mess. I wasn’t expecting you. ”

“You look beautiful,” I tell her while holding her with my gaze, so she knows I’m not messing around with her. “And you’re going to invite me in so I can f**k you senseless. ”

That’s all it takes, and Mac is on board with me. Her eyes fill with heat and longing, and then she’s in my arms and I’m walking back to her bedroom. I did take a moment to notice the rich appointments of her apartment, which is luxury by any standards. Expensive hardwoods, supple leather furniture, custom drapery. No way could she afford this, but she tells me it’s her roommate’s apartment, who is a socialite heiress or some shit.

I don’t give a f**k.

Just want inside of Mac.

Rather than slake my lust instantly, I end up stripping Mac and pushing her into the shower with me. I want to get cleaned up and hopefully refreshed a bit so I can go at it all night with her. It will take that long, in my opinion, just to make up for not being with her the last two days. She ends up trying to entice me into shower sex, but I don’t think I could hold her up for that long as tired as I am. So I tell her to finish up, because she has a lot more hair than I do, and I head into her bedroom to wait for her.

I dry off, throw the towel on the floor, and lay back on her bed. My eyes instantly start to close with fatigue, so I drop one foot to the floor to ground myself.

That’s the last thing I remember.

***

Saturday morning shower sex.

Hottest thing ever.

So yeah, if you haven’t noticed, it just keeps getting better and better with Mac.

Apparently, I fell asleep last night while waiting for her to finish her shower. She didn’t wake me up, but rather crawled into bed and joined me in slumber. Just like in Chicago, I woke up with her pressed against me.

Just like in Chicago, I put my hand between her legs and started working her.

She woke up fairly quickly, and reached a hand behind her back to palm my cock. That’s when I growled, “Playtime’s over” and rolled her on to her stomach.

Then I was pumping away inside of her, and we both got off quickly.

Too quickly to satisfy either one of us, so we made it back into the shower, and here we are.