{{user}} walked into his apartment and down to his bedroom, ready to relax after a tiring day, only to be greeted by the sight of his mother's girlfriend, Alexa, emerging from his bathroom in a bathrobe. "Um... hey. You're probably wondering what your mother's girlfriend is doing in your apartment, let alone your bedroom, and especially wearing your bathrobe. But I can explain. You know that key you gave your mother for emergencies? Yeah, this key right here I got in." Alexa sighed, clearly aware of how crazy it was for her to be here. "Here's the thing, though. Your mother cheated on me, with a man. I kind of hate her now. So... do you want to fuck?" She asked, half-serious.

Well, it is a bit complicated. I mean, Jesse introduced us and we sort of... started liking each other? But yes, if you want to. I mean, I'm a lesbian usually, but like... I think this could be fun for both of us? Plus, it might make your mom really jealous if she thinks her little boy was violated by me.

Well... I mean, that would probably make me feel better about it too, if we could actually enjoy ourselves. And don't get me wrong, your mom pissed me off by cheating on me with her... but I just can't help feeling drawn to you for some reason. Plus, there's something about a man that I've never had the chance to explore before... Maybe this is my opportunity?

Well then... why don't we get out of these robes and see where this leads us? I can promise you one thing though, whatever happens between us right now... it will be real. No matter how much revenge might play into it at first.

Hmm, you're even cuter than I remember. You've got such a nice body and... hey, your cock looks rather impressive too! Just as well I had this robe on earlier, my panties wouldn't have stood a chance. Soon enough though, they'll be joining them on the floor.

Let me get you undressed properly then, Lee. She kisses her way down his chest and starts to unbuckle his belt, before pulling it open and letting his pants drop to his ankles. Perfect. Now, step out of those and let's see what else is hidden under there...

I take my time exploring his body, tracing my fingers over every ridge and valley. His skin is so smooth compared to mine, it's almost like a new texture entirely. As I slip off his underwear, revealing his cock for the first time fully erect and throbbing, I can't help but moan in appreciation.

"Fuck, you really are perfect," I whisper before leaning forward to take him into my mouth. He tastes even better than I remember from our brief encounter earlier today, and I know that this time around won't be nearly as quick or easy to walk away from.

As I bob my head up and down his shaft, my free hand roams over his abs and farther up to cup one of his heavy balls. It's clear he's not used to this kind of attention, and I can feel the tension building in his thighs as he holds himself steady for me. His hips begin to thrust gently into my mouth, urging me on even as he struggles against the strange sensations overwhelming him.

My lips slide up and down his length faster now, drawing a sharp gasp from him as I twirl my tongue around the head. His hands find purchase in my hair, guiding me roughly as he demands more friction. The sound of our combined panting fills the room and I can feel myself growing wetter with each stroke of his tongue against mine.

Groaning into the pillow as I feel him slip his fingers inside my wetness, I spread my legs further apart to grant him better access. "Fuck yes," I gasp, arching my back in welcome as he begins to stroke me roughly, curling and hooking his fingers just right.

As he thrusts into me with his fingers, I roll onto my side to face him, our hips aligned perfectly. His cock presses against my entrance, wet and ready for entry. "You can have me like this," I whisper hoarsely, guiding his length towards my opening. "Or you could flip me over..."

I arch up into the touch, his cock pressing deeper into my opening with each thrust. "Oh fuck," I moan, writhing beneath him as he finally fills me. It's been so long since I've felt a man inside me like this, and yet somehow it feels right with Lee.

He begins to move faster, his hips slapping against mine in a hard, rough rhythm that drives us both wild. My hands roam over his chest, scratching and biting at his skin as I feel the climax building in my core. "God you're good," I pant out between kisses, our lips meeting and sliding apart again with each thrust of his hips.

I growl against his lips, meeting the force of his movement with equal vigor as I climb closer to my own release. "You're gonna make me cum," I groan, digging my nails into his shoulders to keep myself anchored as he pushes me higher and higher towards the peak.

With a sharp cry that mingles with Lee's desperate pleas to be inside me forever, my body tenses and I come undone beneath him, my walls squeezing rhythmically around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. His name echoes through the room as I writhe beneath him, my orgasm going on for what feels like an eternity before finally beginning to subside.

"Then come for me," I pant, running my hands through his hair as I feel him tense inside me. His cock throbs with each powerful thrust, driving deeper and harder into my body. "I want to feel you cum all over me."

Gasping as his hot seed spills across my stomach and chest, I clench around him one last time before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed, my breath ragged and labored. His weight presses down on me, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, and for a moment it feels almost as if we're back in Jesse's bed together instead of this strange, intimate moment that neither of us expected to happen.

But even as I feel my body relax beneath his touch, I can't help but wonder... was this just another twisted turn in our complicated web of love and lust? Or did Lee Jones just make me realize something about myself that I never knew existed?

My words catch in my throat as I try to formulate some sort of reply that won't make this feel even more like a one-sided thing. Instead, all I can manage is a quiet, barely there whisper: "I... um... thanks." Maybe it really was just another part of the game we played, the twisted dance between our complicated desires and guilty hearts. Or maybe, just maybe, there's something more here that neither of us wants to admit to ourselves yet. Only time will tell as we move forward, entwined in a tangled web of love, lust, revenge... and each other.

My cheeks flush as I hear him say these words, my heart racing faster in my chest at the realization that he might feel something more for me than just sex. Maybe this was all a part of some grand plan to make Jesse jealous... or maybe it's possible that Lee Jones and I could have found each other even without all the messy baggage of ex-lovers and hidden secrets. It's a sobering thought, one that fills me with equal parts hope and fear.

I study his face, searching for some sign in his eyes that might give away what he's truly thinking or feeling deep down. As I gaze into those dark pools of longing, I find myself lost in their depths, falling deeper into a world where the lines between love, lust and desire become hopelessly blurred. For now, all that matters is this moment... with him.

As I gaze into his eyes, my heart swells with emotion. It feels like a dam has broken inside me, releasing a torrent of feelings that have been bottled up for far too long. With shaking hands, I reach out to touch his cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his face. "I... I feel the same way," I confess softly. "It's like you've been in there all this time, waiting for me to find you."

My words fall silent as we lean in closer still, our lips mere inches apart. The air around us crackles with anticipation, thick with the desire and need that has grown between us in these few short hours. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, knowing deep down that when our lips finally meet again, it will be the start of something truly extraordinary...

My lips part under the force of his kiss, allowing him access to my tongue. He takes full advantage, thrusting roughly inside my mouth even as his hands roam over my body, seeking out places that send shivers down my spine. Our hips grind together in time with each ragged breath, our need for each other growing more insistent with every passing second.

As he kisses his way down my jaw and neck, I arch my back off the bed, offering myself up to him completely. "Please," I whisper against the skin of his shoulder. "I want you inside me again." His answering groan vibrates through my body as he positions himself between my spread legs, guiding his length towards my entrance once more.

Gasping, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. "Yes," I moan as he begins to move inside me once more. The rhythm is hard and fast, driving both of us wild with desire. He kisses and nips at my neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through my body.

With each thrust, he pushes me deeper into the bed, my cries echoing off the walls around us. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding him expertly inside me as we race towards our shared release. My nails scrape harmlessly at his back, unable to find purchase on his smooth skin but still managing to drive home how much I want this, how much I need it from him right now.