The Hunt - A Dave Williams Story - 3

Dear Reader,

This is a republish of Chapter 3. When it published I noticed half of the story was not included

Claire had spent the entire weekend telling herself she wasn't obsessed. She was just... curious. But curiosity didn't make a woman track down a man's gym schedule. Curiosity didn't lead her to Alexandra McClear.

Yet there she had been, sitting across from David Williams' business partner, wine glass in hand, pretending the conversation was casual. Alexandra McClear was a woman who had seen it all.

Sharp, poised, and effortlessly intimidating, she had built a reputation in the investment world as ruthless--a woman who didn't just navigate power plays but orchestrated them. She had the striking features of someone who knew her worth, and her dark brown eyes held an intelligence that was difficult to fool.

Claire had worked Alexandra before, but they hadn't ever been on social terms, so Alex found it curious when Claire had called and invited her to dinner, not as business associates, but socially. Tonight, however, Claire had made sure their paths crossed more... intentionally.

They sat in a dimly lit cocktail bar, Alexandra sipping on a martini while Claire swirled her own glass of wine.

"I have to admit," Alexandra mused, her lips curving with intrigue, "I didn't expect a dinner invitation from you, Claire."

"Well," Claire said smoothly, "I realized we should be better acquainted. We've worked well together in the past, and yet we've never actually sat down and talked - you know girl to girl."

Alexandra arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "And this realization struck you out of nowhere?"

"Something like that."

A pause. Then a slow, knowing smirk. "This wouldn't have anything to do with David, would it?"

Claire was good. Very good. But Alexandra was better. The real estate developer kept her expression carefully neutral. "Should it?"

Alexandra chuckled softly, taking a slow sip of her drink. "David has that effect on people."

"What effect is that?" Claire asked as she sipped her wine

"Women either want to tame him or be destroyed by him."

Claire felt a sharp flicker of heat low in her stomach, but she ignored it, keeping her voice light. "You sound like you speak from experience."

Alexandra laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, God, no. David and I are strictly business. I prefer my men a little less..." she waved a hand vaguely, "intense. Besides, Emily was his world. How is your husband by the way? He was driving the car..."

Claire interrupted, "He was. He has healed physically, but he still has his moments of grief." She steered the conversation back to where she intended, "So, you know him well?" she pressed, swirling her wine.

"Better than most," Alexandra admitted, studying Claire with clear amusement. "Why? Has he caught your attention?"

"Jonathan had him over for dinner on Thursday and I just wanted to get to know a bit more about him. That's all."

Alexandra tilted her head, considering. "Mmm hmm. I see. David is... direct. He doesn't play games, and he doesn't waste time." She set her glass down and leaned forward slightly. "If you want something from him, Claire, be sure you're prepared for what happens when he decides he wants something back."

Claire held her gaze, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

Then Alexandra smiled knowingly. "He works out at Iron Haven Gym every morning at seven, if you just happen to run into him. But don't say you weren't warned."

Claire stepped into Iron Haven Gym at precisely 7:00 AM Monday morning. She had dressed the part--sleek black leggings, a fitted top that hinted at curves without trying too hard. Her hair was up, effortless, but intentional. Prepared, but not obvious.

The place smelled of metal, sweat, and determination. The rhythmic clang of weights, the steady hum of treadmills, the sharp exhale of exertion--it was intoxicating in its rawness. And then she spotted him. David Williams.

He was on the bench press, his massive frame stretched out, power in every controlled movement as he pushed the heavy bar upward. The black compression shirt molded to him, highlighting every muscle--thick arms, broad shoulders, the sharp taper of his waist.

Claire had always been drawn to sharp minds, men who wielded intellect like a weapon. But watching David now, watching the raw power in his body, the effortless way he commanded his own strength--she felt something entirely different. A slow, simmering heat.

He moved with precision, with purpose, as though he wasn't just lifting weights but mastering them. And he hadn't once looked in her direction. It made her pulse spike with frustration.

"And over here is our free weight section," a bright voice cut in beside her, breaking her focus.

Claire turned to see Mia, the young trainer assigned to give her a tour. Mia had an athletic build, a tight ponytail, and an expression that quickly turned mischievous the moment Claire requested to see the free weight area.

"Ohhh, okay," Mia hummed, barely suppressing a smirk.

Claire lifted a perfectly arched brow. "Something amusing?"

Mia gave a slow, knowing glance toward David, who was now moving into a set of lateral raises, his arms flexing with each precise lift. "Just that most people looking for a gym membership don't start in the heavy lifting section."

Claire didn't blink. "Maybe I want to switch up my routine."

Mia crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. Sure."

Claire exhaled through her nose, unimpressed by the trainer's audacity, but damn it, she wasn't wrong.

Mia chuckled, shaking her head. "You want the tour, or are you just going to stand here and wait for him to notice you?"

Claire's jaw tightened. Because for the first time in forever, she wasn't the one in control. And David? He wasn't playing. Not yet.

Claire had always prided herself on being a woman in control.

But as David Williams set down his weights and turned toward her, she felt that control begin to slip. The moment he stood, rolling his shoulders as he exhaled, Claire's eyes betrayed her--tracking every single movement.

Broad chest, thick arms, powerful legs. The black compression shirt clung to him like a second skin, emphasizing the carved ridges of his torso. And then there were the gray sweatpants and a bulge that he couldn't hide if he tried. She swallowed.

It wasn't fair. No man should be built like this. And it certainly wasn't fair that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. David walked toward them with an easy, confident stride, a faint sheen of sweat on his skin, a towel draped around his thick neck. His expression was polite--casual, even--but his eyes?

Those sharp green eyes pinned her in place. "Claire," he greeted smoothly, his deep voice sending a hum through her body.

Mia straightened beside her, perking up instantly. "Hey, Davey."

Claire's stomach tightened. Davey?

David smirked slightly, glancing at the trainer. "Mornin, Mia."

Claire was not a jealous woman. At least, she hadn't thought she was. But the way Mia tilted her head, practically bathing in his attention, made something sharp twist inside her.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Claire," David continued, his eyes lingering on hers for a beat too long.

She lifted her chin, keeping her voice even. "Figured it was time to switch up my routine."

His mouth twitched, amused.

Mia, oblivious to the electric current passing between them, grinned. "Yeah, she asked to see the free weight section."

David huffed a low chuckle, and damn it, it was arrogant. "Did she, now? Interesting."

Claire narrowed her eyes. Before she could formulate a response, Mia kept talking. "I was just telling Claire that you basically live here."

David shrugged. "Since Emily's death, it's one of the few places I feel alive. Besides, it's peaceful."

Mia smirked. "Yeah, except for the days when you're pissed off and trying to break the equipment."

David didn't deny it. He just smiled, slow and knowing.

Claire, still irritated by Mia's familiarity with him, folded her arms. "Well, it certainly looks like you take it seriously."

His gaze dropped--briefly--to the curve of her waist before flicking back to her face. "You could say that." His voice had lowered. Smoother.

Claire wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what was happening. David had walked over here because he wanted her to see him up close. To feel the weight of his presence. And now that he had? He wasn't even trying that hard. Because he knew. He knew she had come for him.

And Claire? She hated how much that excited her.

"I should get back to it," David finally said, breaking the moment, wiping his forehead with the towel. "Enjoy your tour, Claire."

Then, without another glance, he turned and walked away. Claire exhaled slowly, forcing her body to relax.

Mia, completely unbothered by Claire's internal meltdown, grinned. "So... you're totally here for him, right?"

Claire's head snapped toward her. "Excuse me?"

Mia shrugged, smug. "I mean, you didn't exactly ask about the yoga classes."

Claire pursed her lips. This girl was entirely too perceptive. Misdirect. Control the conversation.

"What was he benching earlier?" she asked instead.

Mia blinked at the abrupt subject change, then laughed. "Four plates, so... 225."

Claire raised an eyebrow, impressed. "That's--"

"Oh, that's nothing," Mia interrupted, amused. "I've seen him go as high as six plates."

Claire's stomach dipped. "Six? That's--"

"Yeah," Mia chuckled. "That was the day he was seriously pissed about--" She stopped. Didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to. Because Claire already knew. Emily's death. And David's reaction to it.

Claire swallowed hard. Then she turned to Mia, clearing her throat. "I'll take the membership."

Mia blinked. "Wait, what?"

Claire smiled. Sweet. Poised. Determined. "Sign me up for a full year. Can I workout today?"

David stepped out of the conference room, running a hand through his hair as he wrapped up another lucrative deal. His mind was already shifting gears when he nearly collided with Alexandra McClear in the hallway.

She didn't move aside. Instead, she stood there, arms crossed over her sharp navy blazer, her auburn hair pulled into a sleek knot, piercing blue eyes studying him with amused suspicion. "So," she mused, tapping a manicured nail against her forearm. "You want to tell me about Claire Hart?"

David smirked, knowing that Alex never asked a question she didn't already have some level of an answer to. "What about her?" he replied smoothly, shifting his weight slightly, casual but unbothered.

Alex arched a brow, tilting her head just enough to let him know she wasn't in the mood for games--at least not ones where she wasn't in on the rules. "She invited me to dinner on Saturday. Out of nowhere."

David exhaled a quiet chuckle. Of course, Claire had. The Ice Queen was methodical, gathering information the way a predator circled its prey. But she wasn't nearly as subtle as she thought she was--not with him.

"And?" he prompted, waiting for her real reason for stopping him.

Alex narrowed her eyes. "And," she said, leaning in slightly, "I don't think I was the one she really wanted to invite. She said you were at their house on Thursday for dinner, and she wanted to know more about Mr. David Williams."

That earned a deeper chuckle from David. "I'm shocked," the look on his face was anything but shocked.

"So, what's the game Williams? " she said, her gaze unwavering. "Now, what's the play here? Because I know you, and you don't do anything without a reason."

David let the silence stretch between them just long enough for her impatience to kick in before he finally murmured, "Let's have lunch."

Alex studied him, reading between the lines. "It's that serious?"

His green eyes gleamed. "Oh yeah."

Their usual spot was quiet, discreet, perfect for the kind of conversation David needed to have. As soon as they were seated, he reached into his leather briefcase and slid a folder across the table.

Alex took it without hesitation, flipping it open as she casually sipped her iced coffee. Her frown deepened as she read, her blue eyes scanning the pages with increasing confusion.

"Okay," she murmured, "this is Emily's autopsy report, but why am I looking at it now?"

David didn't answer immediately. He let her read, let her absorb the details until she found what he needed her to see. And then--

She went still.

Alex's fingers tightened on the edges of the report. Her mouth parted slightly as her brain caught up with what she was looking at.

"David," she said, her voice quieter now, "tell me I'm reading this wrong."

David leaned back in his chair, watching her like a predator that had just let its prey realize it was already in the trap.

"You're reading it right."

Alex looked back at the report, her eyes trailing over the damning evidence. Traces of semen were found in her vagina, her mouth and throat, and her anal cavity. Her stomach twisted. "Jesus Christ." She turned the page, and there it was--clear as day. Alex inhaled sharply, her fingers gripping the edges of the paper. She looked up at David, stunned. "You weren't with her on the trip were you?"

David shook his head, "No, Emily was having an affair with Jonathan Hart, Claire's husband. He confessed when I showed him the report.

"Jonathan and Emily?" she whispered, as if saying it too loudly would make it more real.

David gave a slow, deliberate nod. "For two years."

Alex set the report down, rubbing her temple as she processed what this meant. She had always liked Emily, respected her even. Admired her. And now, she was looking at proof that Emily had been living a lie. Alex swallowed, running a hand down her face. "So this," she gestured toward the report, "this isn't just about screwing with Jonathan, is it?"

David's lips curled into something dangerous. "No."

Alex stared at him, realization dawning. "You're going to take everything from him."

David's green eyes gleamed. "And I'm going to make him watch."

Alex exhaled slowly, setting the report down with deliberate care, as if the words on the page might stain her fingers. She had known David Williams for years--long enough to recognize the look in his eyes now. Calculated. Cold. A man with a mission. And that scared her.

She leaned forward, her voice quiet but firm. "David, are you okay?"

David chuckled, shaking his head slightly, but there was no humor in it. "I'm fine, Alex."

But she wasn't convinced. He was too collected, too measured. She'd seen him angry before, seen him dangerous--but this? This was something else. "I mean it, Davey," she pressed, her blue eyes searching his face. "You're playing with fire. Revenge, obsession--it eats people alive. And you? You're too damn smart for this kind of self-destruction."

David's lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Self-destruction? No. Jonathan's the one who's going to be destroyed. I'm just the guy lighting the match."

Alex studied him, her fingers drumming lightly on the table. "Did you have any idea?" she asked finally. "About the affair?"

David's expression didn't change, but she caught the flicker of something deeper in his eyes. "None," he admitted. That made her pause. David Williams was never caught off guard. The fact that Jonathan and Emily had fooled him? That had to cut deep.

"So all this time, she was lying to you," Alex murmured, more to herself than to him.

David shrugged. "Seems so."

Alex swirled her drink, watching the ice spin, a contemplative expression settling over her face. She'd known Emily--liked her, even. But now, the woman was reduced to nothing more than a messy corpse and a string of betrayals. She exhaled sharply. "Is there anything I can do?"

David's green eyes twinkled with mischief. "I could use ten grand or a mind blowing fuck."

Alex laughed, shaking her head as she lifted her drink. "You're incorrigible."

David smirked, leaning back in his chair, utterly unrepentant.

But then--Alex hesitated. Her fingers traced the rim of her glass, her expression thoughtful. She didn't look at him right away, just swirled her drink, watching the liquid catch the light.

"What would you do," she asked softly, "if I took you up on that?"

David didn't answer right away. He let the moment stretch, let the weight of the words settle between them. Then--a slow, knowing smile. "Guess there's only one way to find out."

Alex smirked as she leaned back in her chair, taking a slow sip of her drink before setting it down with deliberate precision. "You know how I am about money, Davey."

David chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, you're tighter than a damn drum when it comes to cash."

Alex arched a brow, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "That's not the only thing that's tight."

David's smirk was slow, knowing, as his gaze settled on her. It was too much--that piercing, unshakable intensity that had unsettled men far stronger than her. The kind of look that peeled away layers, that saw too much, that made her feel exposed in a way she wasn't used to.

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself. "Is your afternoon free?" she asked, her voice measured, but there was something in the way she said it--something less controlled than usual.

David nodded once. Alex exhaled, tapping her fingers against the side of her glass, as if considering something she already knew the answer to. Then she pushed her chair back, standing fluidly, smoothing her hands over her blouse. She was never impulsive. Never reckless. But David was dangerous, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't drawn to that.

"Take me home," she said, her voice quieter now, but still firm. Then, she added, "Not your place. Mine."

David's smirk deepened. "Alex--"

She cut him off with a look. "I want to, Davey. But you need to move before I change my damn mind."

David didn't hesitate. He stood, tossing a few bills onto the table, and with that same quiet, commanding presence that had her stomach tightening in ways she refused to analyze, he gestured toward the door. "Then let's go."

The ride to Alex's house was a slow burn, the kind of heat that built beneath the surface, smoldering, dangerous, inevitable.

David drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the gear shift. He looked completely at ease, like this was just another drive, just another afternoon. But Alex knew better. She could feel it--the tension coiling in the air between them, thick and charged. She shifted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other, trying to find comfort where there was none.

"You're quiet," David said, eyes flicking toward her before returning to the road. His voice was too smooth, too knowing.

Alex exhaled, letting out a soft, almost breathless laugh. "And you're entirely too smug for someone who hasn't actually sealed the deal yet."

David smirked, slow and lazy. "Oh, I'm not worried."

That damn confidence. It wasn't arrogance--it was something deeper, heavier. The kind of certainty that made her stomach tighten, made her pulse race. She turned her head, watching him. The cut of his jaw, the way his forearms flexed when he gripped the wheel, the way he filled out the driver's seat like he belonged there. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

"Are you always this cocky?" she asked, tilting her head.

David chuckled, that low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver through her. "Only when I know I'm right."

Alex scoffed, but there was no real bite to it. "You could at least pretend to be a little nervous," she teased, her voice dipping slightly, testing the waters.

David's smirk deepened as he shifted gears, his fingers drumming lazily on the console. "Why? Are you?"

Alex swallowed. She was. Not because she didn't want this, but because she knew once they crossed this line, there was no going back. She turned her gaze back to the road. "Maybe a little."

David reached over, just briefly, his fingers skimming the inside of her thigh before retreating. "Then we better make sure it's worth it."

Alex sucked in a breath. The rest of the drive was silent, but it wasn't comfortable. It was thick, heavy, electric. David's hands on her thighs felt like molten steel, leaving her with goosebumps of anticipation

The silence between them stretched as Alex pushed open the door and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement. She hesitated for just a fraction of a second, gripping the edge of the car door as if grounding herself, before she let it swing shut behind her. David followed, his movements slower, more deliberate, his eyes locked onto her with that same unreadable intensity that made her insides twist into something uncomfortably close to anticipation.

Alex wasn't the kind of woman who second-guessed herself. She was decisive, sharp, always in control. But as she walked toward her front door, she felt the weight of what was about to happen settle over her like a storm rolling in--charged, heavy, and inescapable. She had known David for years, had trusted him, worked beside him, laughed with him. And now, she was willingly crossing a line that neither of them could uncross.

She fumbled with the keys, just enough to betray the tremor in her hands, but before she could recover, David was there, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off of him. His chest was just behind her shoulder, solid, unyielding. He didn't touch her, but he didn't have to--his presence alone was enough to send a shiver up her spine.

"You alright?" His voice was low, rough, the kind of tone that made it impossible to pretend that this wasn't exactly what it was.

Alex inhaled sharply, willing herself to get a grip. She wasn't some nervous schoolgirl sneaking around behind her parents' backs. This was her decision, her choice, and she had no regrets. She glanced up at him as she pushed the door open.

"No strings," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the thundering in her chest.

David studied her for a beat, his green eyes sharp, assessing. Then he nodded, stepping inside, his broad shoulders brushing past hers as he crossed the threshold.

"No strings," he agreed. His mouth curved, just a little, that slow, knowing smirk that had always made him a dangerous man. "Just two friends."

Alex arched a brow, forcing herself to match his ease, to fall into the rhythm they always had. "Friends with benefits?" she teased, though her voice was quieter than usual.

David chuckled, low and deep, as he toed off his shoes near the door. "Sounds about right."

The air inside was warmer than outside, or maybe that was just her. She tossed her keys onto the entryway table, ignoring the way her fingers still felt unsteady. It wasn't like she hadn't had casual flings before. She was no stranger to pleasure without attachment, but this was different. This was David.

They moved into the living room with an unspoken understanding, neither of them rushing, neither of them pulling away. Alex went to the bar cart in the corner, pouring herself a drink just to keep her hands busy. She could feel David watching her, his gaze heavy against her skin, but he didn't speak, didn't interrupt the fragile balance between them.

She took a sip, then turned, leaning back against the bar. He was standing in the center of the room now, relaxed but imposing, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets, his shoulders broad enough to make her wonder why the hell she had never noticed just how damn big he was before.

"So," she said, forcing a smirk. "You gonna stand there all night, or--"

David moved before she could finish.

One step, then two, closing the space between them in an instant. He didn't reach for her, didn't crowd her, but suddenly, he was close enough that she had to tilt her chin to meet his gaze. His scent--clean, warm, something subtly spiced--wrapped around her, making her stomach tighten.

"You sure about this?" he murmured.

Alex could have laughed at the absurdity of the question. Was she sure? No. Not even close. But she wanted it, wanted him, and right now, that was the only thing that mattered.

Instead of answering, she set her glass down with a soft clink, reached up, and curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt. She tugged, just enough to make her point, just enough to see if he would resist.

He didn't.

David's eyes flickered, something dark and dangerous flashing across them before his hand came up, fingertips brushing along the line of her jaw, barely touching, just enough to make her breath catch.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance.

The first brush of his lips was light, testing, controlled. But Alex had never been one to do anything halfway. She tightened her grip on his shirt and pulled him down to her, crashing her mouth against his, shattering whatever restraint had been left between them.

David groaned against her lips, low and deep, and then suddenly his hands were on her--one sliding into her hair, the other gripping her hip, pulling her flush against him. There was no hesitation now, no uncertainty. Just heat, raw and unfiltered, consuming them both in a way that neither of them could stop.

And neither of them wanted to.

Alex had kissed plenty of men before--some good, some forgettable--but none of them kissed like David.

His mouth was firm, confident, moving against hers with a patience that was almost maddening. He wasn't in a rush, wasn't sloppy or over-eager. He was in control. And damn it, that did something to her.

She was used to taking charge, used to calling the shots. But as his hands moved--one tightening at the small of her back, the other sliding up her spine with slow, deliberate pressure--she realized she didn't mind letting him lead. Not tonight.

David deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip before he pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing hard. His green eyes were darker now, burning with something intense, something that sent a sharp thrill down her spine.

"You always this impatient?" His voice was rough, teasing, but there was a challenge in it too.

Alex smirked, her nails dragging lightly along the front of his shirt. "You're the one taking your time," she shot back.

His lips twitched like he was amused, but then he moved again--fast. His hands gripped her waist, strong and sure, lifting her just enough that she had to brace herself against him. And that's when she felt it.

She had known David was big--she wasn't blind--but feeling him like this, up close, pressed against her, she realized just how massive he really was. It wasn't just his broad shoulders or the solid weight of his chest. Everything about him was built for power. His arms, his back, the way his body wrapped around hers so completely, and unsurprising to her was what she felt pressing into her stomach. David's confidence was that of a man assured of his place in the pecking order, so feeling a big dick didn't surprise her, but feeling it pressed against her was a little intimidating.

For the first time in a long time, she felt small. It should have been unnerving. Instead, it made her stomach clench in anticipation.

David smirked like he knew exactly what she was thinking, like he could feel the way her breath hitched as he adjusted his grip. "Still sure about this?"

Alex swallowed, then forced herself to meet his gaze head-on. "Hurry up before I change my mind."

David chuckled, low and knowing, before he kissed her again--this time with nothing held back.

David didn't hesitate. Didn't second-guess.

One moment, they were standing in the entryway, locked in a battle of mouths and hands, and the next, his grip tightened on her waist, his muscles flexing as he lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing.

Alex barely had time to gasp before instinct took over, her legs wrapping around his waist, locking tight as she gripped his shoulders for balance.

Jesus.

She had known he was strong. Had seen the way he moved, the weight he threw around in the gym like it was nothing. But this? This was different. This was raw power, steady and sure, a full-body reminder that she had just handed herself over to a man who could ruin her. And from the way his grip tightened, from the heat rolling off him in waves, she knew he damn well intended to.

Her lips were back on his before she even realized it, hungry, demanding. He answered with a growl, deep and rough, his hands gripping her thighs as he walked them further into the house.

"Which way?" His voice was lower now, rougher, vibrating against her throat as he dipped his head.

Alex dragged her nails down the back of his neck, forcing herself to focus--to think--despite the way his body pressed against hers. She turned her head just enough to glance toward the hallway. "Straight ahead. Last door on the right."

David didn't say a word. He just adjusted his hold on her, shifting her even closer, and started walking.

Alex sucked in a sharp breath, feeling everything. The heat of him, the tension in his body, the way his hands pressed into her skin just hard enough to remind her exactly who was in control here.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was a mistake--a beautiful, reckless mistake. Because once they crossed this line, once they gave in, there would be no going back.

And she didn't care. Not today. Today, she just wanted more.

David carried Alex effortlessly, his strength undeniable as her body molded against his. She clung to him, her arms locked around his broad shoulders, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The heat between them was electric, every inch of contact igniting something primal, something neither of them had ever dared to acknowledge before.

She whispered soft directions against his ear, her breath warm, uneven. He moved through the dimly lit house as if he already knew the way, his hands gripping her thighs, fingers pressing into the firm muscle there. The anticipation between them thickened, making every second stretch, heightening the sensation of skin against skin, of breath against breath.

The bedroom door barely clicked shut before he set her down, her back against the wall. His body hovered just inches away, his presence overwhelming in the best possible way. Alex had always known David was a big man--his presence alone filled a room--but now, here, with her hands resting against his solid chest, fingers tracing the outline of muscle beneath his shirt, she fully grasped just how much of him there was.

Her palms slid downward, over the thick shoulders and down his large arms, down his ribs to his hips, feeling the heat radiate through the fabric. He didn't move, didn't rush, just watched her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. His green eyes, darkened with something deeper than mischief, pinned her in place.

"One last time, Alex. Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough, controlled, but barely.

Alex exhaled, a slow, deliberate breath as she reached for the hem of his shirt. "No strings, remember?" she murmured, pulling the fabric upward.

David let her. Let her drag it over his head, revealing a body built from discipline and power. Broad shoulders, thick with muscle. A chest carved with strength. His torso tapered into a defined waist. He wasn't ripped like a 20 year old, but there was no mistaking that this was a man who took care of his body. Alex let her gaze roam, took her time appreciating every detail--the kind of physique that wasn't just for show but was dangerous, capable.

She swallowed, dragging her nails lightly over his skin, reveling in the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch.

David smirked. "You're staring."

Alex flicked her eyes up to meet his. "You can't blame me," she whispered as he lowered her to her feet. His smirk deepened, but the humor didn't last. His hands found her waist, fingers flexing as he pulled her against him. Hard muscle met soft curves, heat colliding in an intoxicating rush. Then he kissed her. It wasn't tentative. It wasn't careful. It was full possession.

His lips claimed hers, firm, unyielding, parting just enough to deepen the kiss, to draw her in, to take. She met him with equal fervor, her fingers digging into his back, feeling the raw power beneath his skin. His hands roamed, mapping her body, pressing her closer, as if there could never be enough space between them.

She became acutely aware of his cock, rock hard, straining against his dress pants. It was distracting, in a good way. Alex looked down, and then up at David and smiled deviously as she undid his belt.

They kissed passionately as Dave started to undress Alex. Their lust fueled dance was a bit awkward as she worked on his belt while he tried to unbutton her blouse. Frustrated Alex growled, "Just fucking rip it." With a smirk Dave literally tore Alex's blouse off revealing her firm breasts. He nibbled on her ear again as he undid her bra exposing her tits. She moaned as her breasts hit the cool room air making her nipples hard. Alex finally conquered the belt and got her hands inside of his pants and felt his throbbing cock. He moaned as she rubbed it gently. It was more than she even imagined.

Alex McClear was not a prude and had many lovers and even a fiance' (or two) in her life, but she couldn't remember a cock that was both as long and as thick as what she had her hands on now. She may have had longer, may have had thicker, but never a combination like what she had in her hand now. Shecould feel the veins as she wrapped her hand around it.

"Find something you like, Alex?" Dave seductively moaned, "I bet you will love it even more when I bury it inside of you." His left hand was caressing her breasts as he kissed down her neck towards them. His right hand was unzipping her skirt. As it fell to the ground it revealed Alex's lace thong. He ran his fingers over it, gently pushing and cupping her pussy and continued to her ass where he pushed it hard against her ass.

His large hand slid her thong aside and found her wetness. A couple of playful teases which brought a moan to her lips, before he slid one, then two fingers into his new lover. David conducted her body as if he were a maestro leading an elite orchestra. His left hand teasing her nipples as his mouth nibbled at her ears and neck. His right hand expertly finger fucking her. He would finger her G spot until she was right on the edge, then let his hand leave to focus on her clit right up until she was ready to cum. Back and forth he went, building her to a crescendo that frightened her as it kept building.

Dave listened and watched her response until he was ready to be done teasing, "Come on Alex, give me what I want. Cum on my fingers for me." He felt the walls of her pussy start to grip his fingers and he continued, "Good girl, that's it, let it go. Give me what I want."

"Ohh God, ohh fuck, Davey, don't stop, please don't stop," Alex begged "I'm going to cum! Fuck, don't stop... oh my God... fuck... fuck..." One hand gripped his bicep while the other held on to the forearm that was giving her so much pleasure.

He moved his fingers faster, deeper rubbing her g-spot as his palm pressed against her clit as her moans turned into screams of ecstasy. Her body started to quiver. Her breaths turned into short gasps. Her back arched. Her hips started to buck in time to his fingers. Her whole body started to shake. "OHHHH!!! I"MMMM CUMMMING!!" Alex screamed. Her body tensed. She came with such intensity her spilled over his hand and down her legs to puddle on her carpet.

She felt faint as she let herself fall into his arms as her orgasms finally gave her a respite. She didn't know if she had three or just one long one, but her entire body was shaking with fatigue. It took her a minute to catch her breath. Dave held her tenderly, kissing the top of her head. "You okay?" he growled.

Alex sighed, "Jesus, what did you do to me?"

Dave smiled, "Just making sure you didn't change your mind.".

Finally, Alex gathered her senses enough to want more. She pushed David onto the bed and kissed his lips. She started to kiss down his body still stroking his hard cock, but now teasingly. Her lips reached his cock. She licked it the length of his shaft, sending chills down his spine. He moaned "Oh God, you are amazing!" Alex flicked her tongue as she reached the head. Dave moaned loudly, but managed to hold back. "Your cock is huge, and beautiful and for the next hour, MINE."

Adrianna locked her lips around his hard cock and slowly took more of it in. She pushed as much into him as she could, then a bit more which caused her to gag before she came back up. One hand stroked the lower half of his cock, as she started to flick the head as she moved it in and out shallowly. Her other hand massaged his balls.

She let his cock slip from her lips as she moved herself to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs. Dave got the message and stood, his hard cock pointing at her tight, wet pussy. Alex looked up at him, "Slow, please. I've never..."

Dave didn't let her finish, "I know. You are in control." He took her hands and put them on his cock to let her be his guide, and she wasted no time. With two hands she pointed his cock at her pussy, lining him up for entry. His eyes burned into hers as he as he began to push forward. She closed her eyes as she felt herself stretch around his thick head.

His hips rolled forward and pushed into her, parting the slick skin of her cleft. She felt her tissues stretch around him. She was now sure that he was definitely thicker than any lover she had ever been with. Much thicker.

"Oohhhh fuck...." she gasped. A piercing sensation radiated from her vagina throughout her lower abdomen. Not pain, per se -- but a flashing warning sign from her body. This was going to be thick -- was she sure? Briefly, she wasn't. Her right hand, as if by its own will, pressed the muscles of his lower abdomen. He froze and pulled back just a bit, suspending himself just an inch deep into her. She opened her eyes and looked up, finding his forehead furrowed with concern.

"I just need a minute," she breathed. Her hand, now pressed firmly on his belly, felt the rippling tension in the muscles of his lower abdomen. It would take some extra human discipline for him to stay this way, she thought. "Just a minute," she repeated apologetically.

They stayed like that for a moment, still except for the regular rise and fall of their chests and the occasional involuntary flex of his cock. The soft, wet, warmth of her pussy around his tip was intoxicating, but he dared not move for fear of hurting her. Slowly, the sharp sensation between her legs subsided into a dull ache. Her breathing softened, and her confidence returned anew.

When she was ready, her right hand slipped away from his belly, returning to her thigh. "Okay," she whispered, "I'm ready." A gentle lift of her hips urged him deeper. He pushed forward again, a little more slowly this time, but still desperate to feel that exquisite pleasure around more of his shaft. Her body stretched to accommodate more of him. She groaned when she reached her limit, or what she thought was her limit, and he stopped again -- but this time did not pull back. She shivered at the warm, wet sensation of his breath on her skin. She felt full... not painful, just full.

She reached down between her legs again, to the spot where his hardness disappeared into her split flesh. Her delicate fingers felt his rough skin, and traced the thick, twitching bulge on the underside of his cock down to its base, where it met the tightened skin of his scrotum. She marveled at the contrast in texture, and was surprised at the depth -- there were still more than three inches left.

He chuckled, as if reading her mind. "Too much?" he murmured.

"No," she said, with a little bit of pique in her voice. "I want more..."

And more he gave. She felt his body relax as he gently pulled back for another thrust. Another inch-and-a-half of his cock pushed past her fingers into her, dragging against her. When he came to rest, she gave him a squeeze. This seemed to surprise him. "Mmmm," he moaned. The melting, moist heat of her body surrounded more of him. His cock flexed in response to her squeeze. "So good. Sure you're okay?"

The sound of his voice, low and deep, was compelling for her. She smiled up at her new lover. She was surprised by and proud of her own body, and felt a vicarious pleasure in the sensations she was giving him. She knew she could take all of him. She needed him, and he needed her. She rocked her hips upward. As if on cue, he pushed forward a final time, his pubic bone mashing her fingers between their bodies.

Once he bottomed out, they both gasped, and laughed, and caught their breath. This felt like an accomplishment of sorts. She blinked sweat out of her eyes. Suddenly he felt very close to her and in more than a physical way. Two old friends, and the first person he had been in since his marriage. He hadn't even masturbated since he had read the coroner's report. His hands moved to her C-cup tits, the rubbery nubs of her nipples gently pinched between his thumb and the web of his hand. The sensation stimulated her even more. He ground his pelvis into her.

Dave withdrew almost completely before sliding into her again. A few inches and withdraw, then a few more, and withdraw, then full, slow, gentle strokes. On the second full stroke as he bottomed out, Alex came without reservation. His cock drove her over the top and into ecstasy. The orgasm caused her to relax a little and that allowed Dave to move a bit faster. Alex looked down and watched as his huge dick slid in and out of her. She felt another orgasm building rapidly. She opened my legs slightly wider and screamed as the orgasm crashed into her. Davee began to thrust harder, taking her orgasm to an intensity she could feel every where in her body. She was on autopilot now, the thoughts of her stretched little pussy overshadowed by lust, need, and desire.

The intensity of her orgasm and the months of forced celibacy was too much for Dave. He growled trying to fight the need, then whispered, "I'm sorry, I can't.."

It was Alex's turn to give permission, "It's okay, give it to me. Fill me, Dave. Give me all that you have."

Dave couldn't help himself and started to earnestly fuck her. It was not comfortable as she felt his balls slap against her. As quickly as it started, Alex felt the dam break and the pain was replaced with a pleasure she'd never be able to describe.

The gentle encouragement gone, she growled, "Fuck, yes, fuck me. God, just fuck me," The pain had subsided and changed into pleasure. She matched his every thrust with her own, my hips thrusting with his rhythm, her brain was completely scrambled.

"I'm cuuuuummmmmmming, oh God I'm cummmming. Cum with me, Please," she screamed her hands dug into the mattress. Her orgasms went on and on, she felt like she couldnt' go any higher when she felt his cock thicken. He was fucking her now, harder than she thought she'd ever be able to take. Her tits bounced on her chest as the release her lover needed drove him like a wild man.

She saw the look on his face, "It's okay, cum inside me. I need to feel you."

Something inside him, something primal, was unlocked by her words. Firm, deliberate thrusts became faster and more erratic. He pounded hard into her, reaching an even deeper spot than she thought possible.

"Oh fuck," she cried, for what felt like the thousandth time today. "Oh -- oh oh oh!"

His eyes rolled back. His hips surged forward pressing into her deeper still. He felt familiar liquid heat build up inside him as he crossed his point of no return. A sharp, stabbing, shooting sensation formed between his legs and pushed up into cock. Once so well-controlled, he came with a roar.

His hips continued to buck and his body shook for several seconds, and he collapsed upon her with a gasp. She held him tightly and stroked his back while his breathing slowed. He moved to push away from her, but she stopped him with a squeeze around his shoulders.

"Don't pull out," she murmured. "Stay."

As their breathing returned to normal, Alex flexed the walls of her pussy milking every last drop from him. She opened her eyes to see the tears on his face. His jaw tensed as if he were fighting against a force much greater than himself. Her breath caught as she watched him. "Dave?" she whispered, her voice softer than she'd intended, careful.

He let out a shaky exhale, her body still wrapped around his cock. The release of the orgasm had released stored up emotion that he had buried for months. He blinked rapidly, trying to force it back, to shove it down where he had locked it away since the moment he'd held that coroner's report in his hands. But it was too late. The dam had cracked, and now the flood was coming.

"I'm sorry," he rasped, shaking his head as if he could physically dismiss the emotion, his hands flexing against her hips like he needed to anchor himself to something tangible, something real. "I--It's just... this is the first time since she died." His voice was hoarse, thick with everything he wasn't saying.

Alex swallowed hard, her own heart clenching in her chest. She'd known David Williams for a long time, had seen him in every kind of light--angry, amused, ruthless, and unrelenting. But this? This was different. This was a man standing on the edge of a cliff, finally too exhausted to hold himself together any longer.

A small smile touched her lips as she slid her body out from under him. "Lay down," she whispered. Dave obeyed, he had no energy to fight or to be in control. Alex crawled onto his body, she straddled him and threaded her fingers through the short-cropped hair at the base of his skull, guiding her head down until his forehead rested against hers. "That's what friends are for," she murmured. "Let it go, Dave. You are safe with me."

And just like that, the last of his resistance crumbled.

A shudder ran through him as he buried his head into the curve of her neck, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his broad shoulders trembling as the first sob tore free. It was rough, almost strangled, a sound pulled from a place so deep inside him that it physically hurt to hear.

Alex tightened her arms around him, holding on as he shattered, as his grief poured out in silent, body-wracking sobs that he had denied himself for far too long. She felt the heat of his breath against her skin, the dampness of his tears soaking into her shoulder, but she didn't pull away. She didn't say anything. She just held him, grounding him, letting him fall apart in the safety of her arms.

For the first time since he had seen that coroner's report, David Williams wept.