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#Picture 2 #Jack's Belt Buckle
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Ang Lee, Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal - behind the scenes of Brokeback Mountain
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More Posts from Caffeineplusmypen
Rewatched Presumed Innocent again.
Had to reread and repost Blurred Lines 2 again!
Blurred Lines Pt. 2
Part One Here:

Summary: What was a one time thing is turning into a full fledged affair
Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI. some choking, p in v, creampie, more cheating, handjob, spitting
Notes: AHH ok part 2 is here! Please enjoy, I may make a part 3 i have some ideas.....
2750 words
Getting away with cheating is not a humbling feeling. It boosts your ego without even realising it. And then suddenly youâre taking risks you never would have before. You think youâre untouchable. Especially in this case when thereâs two parties involved who have so much to lose. It doesnât get any better with time either, the longer you arenât caught for the less careful you become about hiding fleeting glances, small, overlooked touches. Then thereâs after work. Going back to your respective homes, playing a husband and father or playing a dutiful fiancĂ©. You think it wonât catch up to you, but it always will.
The immediate day after you were with Rusty, you called in sick â something you had never done. You were sick to your stomach that day, you couldnât even be at home. Dom was at home sleeping in the same bed you let Rusty fuck you in, worse in the same sheets. Your absence was met with a slew of texts from Rusty, get better soon, hope youâre in tomorrow, whereâs the link to my google calendar?, please sweetheart Iâm useless without you. It was honestly a bit overwhelming. You spent most of that day in your car, driving past the office about ten times like a maniac. Once evening hit and you knew Dom would have left for work you went home. You collapsed once inside, relief rushing through you at being alone. You breathed deeply and smelt the dinner Dom had cooked and left warming in the oven for you. despite the rough patch you were having, he still made time for you like this, it made you sick thinking about it. You frowned, a twinge of guilt coursed through you as picked at the food, not very hungry. Your phone vibrated, filling the silent void you had cocooned yourself in. you felt even worse checking the message, from Dom sending his love and hoping you enjoyed dinner. Sending back a message with love hearts you shut your phone and cringed. But as you sat there longer, chewing slowly on the potatoes your loving fiancĂ© had cooked. You made a decision. A decision to not let this effect you. Evidently you had gotten away with it. Everything would be fine so long as it remained a one-time thing.
The next morning you walked into the office with your head held high. Rusty had beat you into the office, not many people had filed in this early. You marched into his office locked the door and leaned against the door with your arms crossed.
âThe other night was a one-time thing.â Your stern voice almost echoed in the room.
âJesus. Keep your voice down!â Rusty looked suspiciously out the little window, not a soul was around besides the two of you. Ignoring him a little you continued; âI donât regret it, god, I donât regret it, but we have lives we must maintain.â
âI agree. We work so well together is all. We got carried away is what happened. For the record, I donât regret it either, I should but I donât. Shall we begin the day? Coffee?â Rusty had already made you a cup, it sat next to his on the desk. And just like that. It was swept under the rug, nothing more needed to be said.
A week passed uneventfully; more prep work was done for the woman whose body was found in the dumpster. The trial really was only another few weeks away and at this point it seemed cut and dry, open and closed. All thanks to your hard (very hard) work with Rusty that night. It wasnât until you felt yourself staring at Rusty again when you shouldâve been working that you felt concerned again. You felt an invisible tug towards him, a shudder in your lower stomach when you studied his lips for too long. You were reminded how good they felt on you, how good they felt on your neck â no. You shook your head, trying to snap out of your daydream, or more memory of Rusty.
The next week was full of late nights in the office with Rusty, the case now was too sensitive and confidential to work on anywhere else. Most of your team was in the office until about 8pm. It was the Friday before the trial was set to start, the following Monday. It was now approaching 8:30pm, everyone had already vacated, under the impression that we wouldnât discover anything new this close to trial. But Rusty was insistent, he was beyond thorough and would not stop until he was satisfied there was nothing else to find. You had organised food for the two of you and stood in the break room, dishing up a plate of chicken and rice. Rusty was standing over his desk when you took it in, his hand catching yours as you placed his food.
âYou know I really appreciate you. Youâre the best assistant anyone could ask for.â His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, smiling.
âIâm much more than an assistant you knowâ You whispered, sliding your hand away.
âYouâre so much more.â Rusty said quietly, you looked back at him. Without thinking, you tilted your head up and kissed him, eyes closing briefly. He kissed back, leaning into you. But it was all over too quickly, you pulled away, scurrying back to the break room to grab your food. You stood there with your hands on your hips, staring at the ground in disbelief. Another decision was made in that moment. The true point of no return.
**
âFuck!â Rusty yelled after a few more hours of meticulous reading and frustrated re-reading of the case files.
âThereâs just nothing else. I canât find anything to fortify our case further.â Rusty slumped in his office chair, rubbing his temples and frowning.
âMaybe thatâs because its already foolproof.â You offered, throwing your stack of papers back on the desk.
âNo, it has to be better.â Rusty almost snapped, frustration overcoming him. You rolled your eyes, not appreciating the tone.
âCome on. Grab your things.â In a moment you were up, handbag and laptop in hand.
âWhat, why?â Rusty slowly got up, grabbing his things and attempting to tidy up before leaving for the weekend.
âWeâre going to clear our heads.â You headed for the elevator; Rusty followed behind chuckling after you. Rustyâs arm brushed against yours the entire lift, he didnât seem to want to move, and you were trying to stop yourself from moving closer to him. You looked at him again, his tie still tight from this morning. You placed your bag on the ground and reached up to his tie, dodging his gaze.
âIts now after work, got to loosen up a bit.â You loosened his tie, hands lingering on his chest, his warmth radiated up through your fingertips. In an instant, he backed you into the lift wall and kissed you deeply. You gasped as his hands pulled at the bottom of your shirt from your skirt, rucking it up and sliding his hands under. You felt his fingertips working upwards, running across your ribcage, feeling his way. He pulled his hands out and fiddled with the buttons up at your chest. The lift pinged as he undid two, exposing your cleavage to him, he looked smug as you walked to your car.
You drove the two of you to a cliff top lookout, it overlooked the whole city. At this time of night, you expected local teenagers with beer getting drunk, but it was thankfully deserted by the time you got up there. Rusty had asked many questions along the way, not a man who liked to be surprised. You had answered all of them, with Rusty kissing your hand. The city lights twinkled in the distance, feeling a lifetime away from the lookout. You sat in silence for a moment, both looking ahead at the view. It was you who broke the silence, sighing deeply and looking at Rusty.
âFuck it.â You whispered, more to yourself and hiked up your skirt, climbing over the centre console, and into Rustyâs lap. He was amused, a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.
âI donât want it to be a one-time thing, Rusty. I want you. I have craved you ever since that night. I canât stop thinking about you.â You knew you sounded obsessive and a bit crazy. You knew it was a lot to be asking of him, of anyone but that longing desire you had burned for him. You tried to be a head strong person, but you had somehow almost girl-bossed your way into an affair.
âI donât like keeping secrets from my wife.â Rusty was already playing with the buttons on your shirt, teasing you.
âSo, Iâm sure you told her about the other night then?â You stared him down, lifting his chin and forcing his eyes to meet yours.
âYeah, I didnât think so.â
âJust shut up.â Rustyâs voice was harsh as he snaked his hands around the back of your head, pulling you down for a kiss. It was rough, all teeth nipping at each otherâs lips. You let him kiss you, your hands snaking down to play with the buckle on his pants. Rusty let out a deep sigh as your hand brushed against him. He was rigid as the back of your hand stroked him, pulling his cock out of his pants. You eagerly spat, it landed on his cock, Rusty hissed at the contact. He bucked his hips when you touched him, a soft whine escaping his lips as you jerked him up and down with lazy strokes. You leant forward, lips connecting to his exposed neck, you felt a low warming in your stomach as you licked a stripe up his neck, stopping at his jawline and kissing him along it finally reaching his mouth. You licked his lower lip, begging for entrance, whining when he waved a hand through your hair pulling back, his grip firm. You locked eyes as your hand continued to stroke him up and down, now painfully hard, the tip blushing pink as you ran your thumb over the slit. Rusty grunted your name, his head falling back against the seat. Taking the opportunity, you kissed him, pulling him in and biting his lower lip, running your tongue against his now swollen lip.
Rusty took the chance and pushed you back, landing against the dashboard, your legs spread for him, pussy covered only by sheer stockings. You started pulling them down awkwardly, attempting to shimmy them off you when Rusty put his hand on yours to stop. His wicked smirk returned, hands grabbing on the material at the apex of your thighs, gripping tight and ripping a hole in them. A surprised gasp left your mouth as you stared at him through half closed lids, lustfully enjoying the way Rusty kneaded at your exposed thighs. His hand grabbed your thigh dangerously high, his thumb swiping over your underwear, brushing your clit. His thumb hooked under the band, feeling the warmth of your cunt as he inched towards your dripping entrance. A mix between a moan and a dark chuckle left his mouth when he felt how wet you were for him. How all it took was a hand-job to get you aching for him. He looked at you then, and you felt powerful, eyes following your hand down and gripping his dick as you leant forward and grinded your hips down onto him, his tip flicking against your clit.
âPlease.â He whispered, hips meeting your grinding, breathless moans leaving him. You slipped forward, tilted your hips and sunk down slowly onto his length. Rusty was big, there was no way to put it lightly and you hissed at the burn sinking further onto him. He knew it too, he chuckled once you took him all the way, pausing to breathe deeply. You moaned as he bucked up impatiently, pulling you towards him and gripping your hips tightly urging you to move on him. Settling yourself, you placed your hands on the car seat for leverage and began moving your hips up and down. You felt his cock sliding in and out of you and you relished the feeling, short panting moans as your pace quickened. Rustyâs fingers kneaded and bruised your hips as you rode him, helping you move as he bucked in shallow thrusts from below. He felt so deep inside you, his cock nudging against the spongey spot making you mew for him. You ground yourself down on him, your clit rubbing back and forth over his neat patch of hair, and you released a moan, feeling yourself getting closer and closer.
âFuck, you feel so good.â You whined as he tangled his hands in your hair, pulling you forward to kiss you. His thrusts deepened and quickened as you rested yourself on his shoulder, panting and moaning as his cock pumped in and out of you now almost harshly. He pushed you back against the dashboard, hand travelling up to your throat and holding you in place as he thrusted upwards into you, still seated in the car. His fingers wrapped around your throat, and he squeezed, testing the waters. Rusty groaned hotly, chuckling darkly as he felt your cunt clench when he squeezed. He did it again and you moaned, it came out high pitched and strained as Rusty kept his hand on your throat.
âOh, you are a little slut for me, arenât you?â Rustyâs voice had changed, he sounded rugged as he egged you on.
âMy own personal stress relief. Isnât that what you wanted, to âclear my headâ?â Rusty felt his ego inflate ten-fold when he looked at you, mimicking your words from earlier. You met his eyes, cock drunk and watering as you held onto his hand, choking you. He tore his hand away from your throat, grabbed your leg and hitched it up higher, resting on his shoulder as he inched forward, fucking you deeper. You couldnât answer him, you were too fucked out and teetering on the verge of an orgasm, eyes fluttering shut.
Rustyâs hand made its way to your cunt again, his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. You jerked against his touch, suddenly becoming too much as your orgasm built in your stomach.
âRusty, its too muchâ you attempted to move his hand, but he gripped your wrist and held it away, his thumb moving quicker against you.
âYou can take it sweetheart.â His thrusts quickened, his pace becoming erratic and sharp.
âFuck.â You breathed out, immediately whining as you spasmed. A hot and cold feeling washed over you as Rusty kept on fucking you through your orgasm. Your cunt pulsed, over stimulated and Rusty wasnât stopping, he was chasing his own high. He grunted and pulled you closer to him, feeling him everywhere. He was too deep, he smelt too good, his arms wrapped around you possessively as he thrusted the last few times. He nestled against you, burying his head in your neck and breathing in deeply as he grabbed you tighter against him, moaning into your hair, his warm cum spilling into you. You eventually relaxed into his tight grip, too tired to move. Rusty felt too good in your arms to move as well, his hand stroked your hair, you could feel his cum dribbling out of you. Rusty made no attempt to move, just stayed locking you in his arms. The rush was subsiding, and you both enjoyed each otherâs silent company. You both felt it thought. The pull towards one another. You could hear his mind turning over like cogs, both coming to another decision. It was another night spent with the wrong person. Another night spent with each other, but now he was your arms, feeling far too intimate to be just sex.
You were the first to break the silence, âRusty, I donât want to go home, yet.â Your hand snaked in behind his neck, tilting it up so you could look at him.
âI donât want too either.â His voice was soft, almost as though he didnât want to admit it to himself.
You donât know how long you stayed up there, embraced in each otherâs arms, but you knew something had changed. There was no going back after this.
Rusty looked hot even when he was arrested. I am grateful for his commitment to serve.










I still felt so bad for him though!










Well, Well, Well, If It Isn't The Consequences Of His Own Actions