Jordyn rushed to the lobby and plopped down on the first bench she could find. She felt so stupid! She’d trusted Wyatt way too much and much too soon. Working at ZHI was so important to her, and she was sure this entire snafu had completely ruined it. Jordyn’s mind began to spiral; had Wyatt only asked her out to get intel about her job to use in a court case? Had she been played this entire time? Was anything they had even real? She felt tears sting her eyes.
Just then, the doors to the courtroom opened and Wyatt came out, looking around. He sighed when he saw Jordyn and approached her.
“Get away from me,” Jordyn said, turning away. She was so angry at him, and didn’t want him to see she’d been crying.
“Jordyn, please,” said Wyatt. “Let me explain.”
“Did I mean anything to you?” Jordyn asked. “Or were you just using me to help build your case? What, you figured you’d get laid in the process of spying on the competition?”
“What?” Wyatt asked. “No, of course not. I didn’t-”
“You used me to get ahead in your career, and almost certainly ruined mine in the process,” Jordyn said. “Hope you’re happy.” Wyatt crossed his arms.
“I didn’t use you,” he said. “I didn’t even get assigned to this case until this morning.”
Jordyn laughed and stood up, crossing her arms too.
“Stop lying, Wyatt,” Jordyn scoffed. “I already figured out your master plan.”
“I’m telling you the truth!” Wyatt said. “There’s no plan here, Jordyn.”
“Please!” Jordyn exclaimed. “This case has been on the books for months! You expect me to believe you’re only just now finding out your firm was the one taking this on?”
“My firm handles thousands of cases,” Wyatt said, his shoulders sagging. “There’s tons of lawyers working on different things all the time. I’m only here in place of my colleague who couldn’t make it. I have nothing to do with this case, Jordyn. You have to believe me.”
“I don’t have to do anything!” Jordyn said, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I told you about this job, about how much this place means to me. I told you how predatory companies were looking to destroy everything me and my family have built. I trusted you! And now it turns out you’re the real enemy.”
“Jordyn, please--” Wyatt reached out for her, but Jordyn pushed him away.
“No,” she said sternly. “Don’t touch me. I can’t even look at you.”
“I swear on my life, I’ve never disclosed anything you said to me in confidence to my job,” he said pleadingly. “I’ve never shared that with anyone!” Jordyn looked deep into Wyatt’s eyes; she wanted to believe him. But...
“I can’t,” she sighed.
Jordyn took a step back, then turned around to leave. Wyatt looked after her, unsure of what to do.
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ponytail
words: 1k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, blowjob, face fucking a bit, hair play?, mentions of thigh riding, public sex
“can i join you today rafey?” you ask, plopping down on his lap.
“join me for what?” he questions, dropping his phone onto the couch, the weather app still opened up, checking the radar and wind direction.
“golf, duh.” you say like it's obvious. he does usually go on fridays, so it's no surprise that he would be going today, especially since it was pretty sunny out
“oh.” rafe says, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “you really want to go with me?”
“mhm.” you nod. “i bought a new golf skirt.”
“ah, now it makes sense.” rafe laughs, pulling you into his chest when you pout. “of course you can come baby.”
“yay!” you press a kiss to his lips, your hands coming to rest on his strong jaw. “im gonna go get ready.”
you hop up off of rafes lap, but not before giving him another kiss. you head upstairs, excited to get dressed in your new golfing outfit. you apply makeup, figuring you'd get rafe to take some cute pictures of you for instagram.
you tie your hair up in a ponytail before adjusting your skirt and putting on your golf shoes.
“all ready, rafey.” you bound back down the stairs. rafe perks up instantly when he sees you in your tiny skirt.
“you look hot.” rafe says as he stands, coming over to deliver a kiss.
“thanks baby.” you smile, rafe still managing to make you blush even after you've been together for over a year.
“come on, let's go before it gets too busy.” rafe says, taking your hand in his as he leads you out the door.
--
“rafe, cut it out.” you say with a laugh as his hands find a way to your waist again.
“i can't help it baby, you look so good.” he groans, pulling your body against his, not letting you swing your club and hit the golf ball.
“i know, but i gotta hit this! don't you wanna move on to the next hole?” you question. it's an easy putt, which is all you really like to do. you always start your turn from where rafes first hit lands, it makes golf easier and more enjoyable for you. rafe even lets you drive the cart from time to time.
“wanna move on to your next hole.” rafe says, making you lean against him as you howl with laughter.
“that was so stupid!”
“shut up.” rafe groans, burying his head in your shoulder, glad that you wore a tank top today that didn't cover too much of your skin as he kisses where your neck meets your shoulder.
“you are corny, rafe cameron.” you say with a roll of your eyes, pulling away from his grabby hands so you can finally make your putt.
you line up your shoot before tapping the ball into the hole, letting out a whoop in happiness at getting it in.
“good job.” rafe says, giving you a high five.
you retrieve your ball before heading to the next hole, frowning when rafe turns the golf cart the wrong direction.
“uh… rafe?” you question as he pulls behind a patch of woods.
“wanna suck me off baby?” he questions as he puts the cart into park, looking over at where you are perched on the golf cart next to him.
“oh!” you squeal, now understanding why he took you to the one secluded part of the course. “yes!”
rafe laughs, stepping out of the cart and moving to the other side. you get on your knees in the cart, not wanting to dirty them in the grass.
rafe tugs his zipper down as you work the button open, mouth already salivating.
you pull his pants down to his thighs, his underwear coming with it as his cock perks up, already hardening. rafe glances around, double checking that no one is around as you grasp his cock.
you open your mouth, stroking over his cock as you rub the head against your tongue. rafe lets out a quiet moan, his hand moving to grip your ponytail.
“gonna fuck your mouth, yeah?” rafe questions. he wants to let you take your time, but he also doesn’t want to get in trouble with the country club if he gets caught.
you nod, opening your mouth as rafe pushes your head down on his cock, his hips pushing forward at the same time. you place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady as he uses your ponytail to guide you up and down.
rafe only takes it slow for a minute before he begins to snap his hips forward, his cock growing inside your mouth.
he wraps your ponytail around his head for a better grip. you squeeze your eyes closed at the pain of your hair being pulled, you panties flooding with wetness.
“good girl.” rafe praises you, pumping faster. you moan around his length, glad that you have enough practice on his cock to accommodate him easily, remembering when you first blew him and was unable to take him all the way into your mouth.
you whine as rafe yanks on your hair, using your mouth to get himself off. your throat constricts around him as you resist the urge to cough, managing to squeeze your fists tightly and avoid gagging.
rafe picks his head up from looking at you to glance around again, but he sees no carts or players nearby.
“gonna cum in your mouth baby.” rafe warns, imagining if you did get caught, if someone saw you being such a good slut for him, your jaw slack as his cock pulses in your mouth.
rafe releases quickly after his warning, cum spurting into your mouth. you moan around his length, sucking gently as you help him ride out his high.
rafe pulls you off by your ponytail, tucking his cock back into his pants and redoing them.
“you messed up my hair.” you pout, trying to smooth out your ponytail.
“sorry, baby.” rafe says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. you wipe your mouth and move to sit back on the seat of the cart, stretching your legs out.
“wanna ride my thigh to make up for it?” rafe asks, sticking his leg out.
“oh, yes!” you squeal, sliding over to push your crotch into his thigh, straddling him.
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