by Iona Rose
Ella uttered some incoherent words as I plunged in again and again. Her breathing became ragged and so did mine. Ella’s moans deepened and I knew she was close to coming.
“Oh, yes… fuck,” she cried.
“I want you to come hard,” I said, afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold on until I had satisfied her first.
In the next moment, her body convulsed as she whimpered like she did when she came.
My cock seemed to get the memo and it exploded into her pussy, shooting cum into her. I held her tight as our orgasms rocked us both. When it was over, I grabbed some napkins off the table and pulled my cock out. I wiped and tucked it back into my pants.
Then I cleaned Ella up, knowing she would be ultrasensitive at this point. I pulled down her dress and arranged it around her hips.
“What about my thong?” she asked, turning around to face me. Her hair looked messed up while falling in gorgeous red curls around her face.
I arranged it back as well as I could. “I like the idea of you going back bare. Make sure you stay that way until I get back.” I picked her thong off the floor. “This belongs to me now. I’ll keep it in my drawer and sniff it whenever I miss you too much.”
“Ooo… I like the sound of that,” Ella purred.
On a whim, I turned to her. “How about dinner tomorrow night?”
She raised an eyebrow at me.
I knew what she was thinking. We weren’t about that. I knew it too, but this was different. I felt a need to thank her for everything she’d done for my daughter. She had gone beyond what had been expected of her and I felt grateful.
Is that the whole truth? A voice in my head asked. Of course, it was the truth. No one knew how to keep their feelings in check like I did. After Penelope, I’d locked away my feelings and thrown away the key. I was a man and wasn’t averse to the company of a beautiful woman. And Ella certainly was beautiful. “I want to thank you for taking care of Molly so well,” I finally spoke.
“You don’t have to and besides, who would watch over her?”
I liked that just-fucked look in her eyes. The look that no other man would feast his eyes on. I caught myself. What is the matter with me? Ella did not belong to me and even if she did, I wasn’t the clingy possessive type of man.
I wasn’t a Neanderthal. I was an educated, sophisticated man.
“You could ask your friend Ruby,” I suggested. “I also meant to tell you that you can have a friend over anytime. I know it can get lonely with just myself and Molly for company.”
Ella smiled suddenly, her whole face lighting up.
It felt like a ray of sunshine was shining directly into my heart.
“I’d love to go for dinner with you. I’ll ask Ruby.”
Ella
“I think it looks better up,” Ruby said, holding my hair at the top of my head. She turned to Molly. “What do you think Molly? Up or down.”
“Hmmmm,” Molly said thoughtfully.
Molly and Ruby had taken to each other almost instantly, but it wasn’t hard to like Ruby. She knew how to be silly and fun. A child’s dream babysitter. Her green hair helped too. She had recently dyed her hair with streaks of green.
Molly’s eyes had widened when she first saw her. “She has green hair. Is she a witch?” she had gasped when Ruby jumped out of her car.
“No, she just likes colors. Last week her hair was pink.”
“I like colors too. Can I have green hair too?”
“Um… let’s see what your father thinks about that first, okay?”
Molly smiled and hadn’t stopped smiling since.
“Molly thinks up, and that’s what we’ll do,” Ruby announced seriously.
“You can’t read Molly’s mind,” I pointed out.
“Am I right, Molly?” Ruby asked.
Molly nodded a huge grin on her face.
I stared at my reflection as Ruby heaped hair at the top of my head and pinned it into place. The end result was a sexy ruffled look that made me look quite hot.
“I love it! Thanks. What do you think Molly?”
“It’s nice,” she said approvingly, as she picked Bean off the floor and cuddled him in her arms.
I got up and smoothed down the turquoise off shoulder dress I had decided to wear. One of the few designs I owned that was long and flowing. Feeling suddenly nervous, I grabbed my clutch bag from the bed, and turned to face my audience of two. “I’m ready,” I told them.
Ruby turned to Molly. “Shall we take pictures of Ella and your dad?” When Molly nodded, Ruby turned to me. “You heard Molly, phone please?”
I let out an exaggerated sigh, clicked open my clutch bag, I handed her my phone. We left the bedroom and headed downstairs to the living room.
Luke stood at the French doors, his back to us when we entered. He turned around when he heard us.
My heart stopped.
He wore a black dinner jacket over a white casual shirt, made to fit over his very masculine physique. As my gaze hungrily raced down his body, he’d already stripped me with his eyes.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice thick and husky.
His voice told me what he would do to me if we were alone. My panties became damp as I imagine him closing the distance between us and taking me into his arms.
Ruby coughed, breaking the sexual tension in the room.
I laughed to cover up for my embarrassment. For a minute there, it had just been Luke and me, lost in our own bubble.
He came to me and offered his arm. “I wish we were alone,” Luke whispered into my ear. “I’d have you right here and now.”
His husky voice trembled through me, heating my blood, leaving me incapable of rational thought.
“Pictures, please,” Ruby said.
“Pictures?” Luke asked, looking at me.
I laughed. “Yes. Let’s pose.”
“All right,” Luke agreed. He arranged himself behind me and slipped his hands around my waist.
“I like that pose,” Ruby said and proceeded to take pictures. Then she gave my phone to Molly and showed her how to capture images. We took several more pictures with Molly standing between us then a few of her and her dad.
Then we were out of the door and we were alone again. The night air felt warm as we walked to the car. I felt a strange burst of excitement. We were officially on a date. Like a real date.
Luke opened the passenger door for me.
I thanked him and slid in.
He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
His aftershave filled my nostrils. I turned to him. His face was lit by the light coming from the dashboard. I felt my heart contract. Whoa! What the hell was this sensation? I turned away quickly. “Where are we going?” I asked him, trying to keep my voice normal. Casual. As if I wasn’t all out crazy about him…I was just a woman going on a date with a man.
Luke navigated the car onto the road. “I thought we’d check out this new Japanese restaurant. I think you’ll like it.”
I smiled. “I’m sure I will.”
Luke went on to tell me about the owner of the restaurant, a Japanese chef who had won top awards in restaurant competitions in Japan. He’d since opened an exclusive restaurant in the States and people were loving it.
It felt so nice to be out with him.
After parking the car, quick as a flash Luke was around to my side. He opened the door and helped me out.
I shot him a grateful smile. It would be easy to fall in love with Luke. Once you got to know him beyond his cold exterior, you found a gem underneath.
Another warning bell rang in my head.
We could never be anything more than lovers. Luke had made that very clear. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be in a real relationship with him.
In the low-lit restaurant, Luke gave his name to the hostess, a Japanese lady with a gentle manner and welcoming smile.
“Please come with me,” she said after checking the
reservation. She led us to a private cubicle with a low table on a highly polished wooden platform.
Luke slipped off his shoes and I followed suit before we went in. We sat on cushions around the low table.
“Someone will be with you in a moment,” the hostess said with a nod. Then she withdrew, sliding the screens shut.
We were once again, alone in our own little world. “Wow! This is the real thing, isn’t it?” I said looking at the gorgeous black and pink paintings of lotus flowers on the screens.
“Yes, very authentic,” Luke agreed.
“Thanks for bringing me here. I’ve never been to a place like this,” I said, meeting his eyes. In the soft glow of the lantern over us, he seemed beyond beautiful. A god almost.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “I hope you like the food.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll like it. I’m not fussy about food. I usually eat whatever’s on the table,” I told him with a laugh. Then I leaned closer to him. “I’m only fussy about the cock I swallow.”
Luke’s eyes widened.
Before he could answer, a faint knock came on the door, and a waiter opened the screens to take our order.
Luke recommended the hot sake for our drink and I was more than happy to try it. Luke’s idea was to order a variety of meals, so we could sample a lot of their dishes.
It sounded fun but terribly expensive. “Isn’t this going to cost the earth?”
“This is the reason why I work hard. Relax. Enjoy it. What’s life without enjoyment?”
He was right. He did work hard and he deserved this. We fell into an easy conversation. Luke made me feel like his equal, asking my opinion about important things and making me feel as if he genuinely valued my thoughts.
As we were sipping our warm sake, Luke leaned on the table and stared at me. “Tell me something about you I don’t know.”
I cocked my head and searched my memories. Laughter bubbled up my throat as a memory came to me. “I can pole dance, or at least I could.”
His jaw dropped. “Really?”
“Yes, Ruby and I took pole dancing classes when we were younger. Before we became boring,” I told him, a wistful note in my voice.
The screen doors were opened again by a woman and two waiters appeared bearing our food. They arranged the various dishes around the table.
A laugh escaped my mouth at the sheer quantity of food for just two people.
“Dig in,” Luke said when the waiters left.
I didn’t wait for a second invitation. I tasted every single dish, making a face at one.
Luke laughed. Darn it, I loved his laugh. It relaxed his face and made him look younger and carefree.
“That is octopus. It tastes horrible by itself, but you have to dip it in this sauce here.”
“No, I think I’ll pass, thank you.”
“It’s delicious,” he insisted. “Here try it.” He picked up a piece of the meat that had made me want to gag between his chopsticks, dipped it into the brownish sauce, and held it out for me.
I leaned forward and opened my mouth. The sweet and sour flavors mixed with the meat and burst in my mouth. “You were right. It’s delicious,” I agreed.
“Here’s another one,” Luke said and fed me again.
It felt weird but fun and scary how much I enjoyed Luke’s company. It would have been far easier if his company had been dull. But no, he had to be charming and attentive. He would always go out of his way to ensure I was kept entertained and tantalized. No man had ever paid such attention to me.
“You were telling me about pole dancing,” Luke reminded me.
I laughed. “You’re not going to let me forget that, are you?” I told him about the lessons and how terrible we were in the beginning.
“Did you ever practice on a boyfriend?” Luke asked, the laughter gone from his voice.
I didn’t know what to make of his question. “Once, but it didn’t go down well. Stan accused me of behaving like a slut.” Why the hell had I said that? I hated talking about Stan to anyone.
“He was a fool,” Luke said. “Some men can’t tell their good fortune when it’s right in front of their eyes. How long were you together?”
Stan and I were together for too long. “One year one month and five days. It was good at first, for maybe six months. Once he persuaded me to give up my apartment and move in with him, it then went downhill all the way.”
He nodded at this answer, a strange expression on his face.
Curiosity about him came over me. I knew that he’d been married then his wife had left him and Molly. “Do you date at all?” Surely, a handsome man with such a voracious appetite for sex like Luke had, couldn’t stay alone for long.
He shook his head. “No. My life has been about work and Molly. This is the first time I’ve been out on a date since my wife left.”
My face heated up and my heart took off on a wild gallop.
He held my gaze. “You’re the first woman I’ve been interested in in a long time.”
I tried to smile and stopped when my lips felt like they were held together by glue. I didn’t want to look any deeper at the meaning in his words. We’d already had that conversation, and we had both agreed what we had was just fun and games.
I steered the conversation to safer topics. Like his family. From what I gathered, Luke had grown up in quite a privileged household, but with a father who was too busy for his kids.
“You’re different with Molly,” I told him when he expressed a hope to never be like his father. “I don’t think it’s a deliberate choice on the side of the man. But work has a way of consuming you. Before you know it, your child’s all grown up.”
Luke ordered another little ceramic bottle filled with hot sake. We sat talking and drinking it. By the time we finished it, I was sure we must be the last customers in the restaurant.
“I’ll bet they’re happy to see the last of us,” I laughingly said to Luke as we walked to the car.
Luke opened the car door for me but before I slipped in, he hooked a finger under my chin and kissed me deeply.
When he broke the kiss, I felt quite dizzy with happiness. I slipped into the car seat feeling almost high with joy.
Luke started the car and we were on our way home.
I couldn’t wait to get home. The heady combination of the wine and Luke’s company had made me desperate to feel him inside me again. Or at least, to taste him. “There is only one thing I’ve truly missed tonight.”
He glanced at me. “What?”
“Cock,” I said and casually placed my hand between Luke’s legs.
He inhaled sharply, and his cock jumped, but he did not look at me.
I stroked his cock, enjoying the feel of it as it grew and swelled to crazy proportions. Growing braver, I edged closer, unzipped his pants, and pulled it out of his boxer briefs. I loosened my seat belt and lowered my head to his pulsing cock. I loved the musky masculine scent of him. I blew hot air over the tip and was rewarded with a stream of expletives, muttered under his breath.
“Should I stop?” I asked innocently.
“Don’t you dare,” Luke growled. He shifted in his seat but his concentration remained on his driving.
I grinned, knowing how hard he tried to ignore what I was doing. I wasted no time in taking his whole cock in. It jerked in my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I let go of his shaft and dipped my hand further down to cup his balls. They were big and tight. I massaged them softly as my mouth sucked on his cock.
I slowly built up the speed with which I was sucking his cock. Each time I raised my head, Luke raised his hips, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I sensed a change in his driving before the car came to a stop.
“Let’s finish this inside,” Luke growled.
I gave the tip of his cock one last lick and withdrew my mouth. “Couldn’t concentrate, huh?” I teased.
“No. I thought I could, but I can’t,” he admitted, and started the car again.
My panties
were soaking wet and my pussy was on fire. I couldn’t wait to get into the house and have Luke put out my fire.
Luke
My anticipation of exactly what I intended to do to Ella disappeared at the sight of a blazing red BMW parked outside my house. It couldn’t be, I told myself.
She couldn’t just turn up like this, could she?
Even Penelope in all her denseness knew better than to show up after two years without warning me first. Except I knew that car well, after all I’m the one who’d bought it for her. Obviously, she hadn’t found a sucker to replace it. While she was married to me, she wanted a new vehicle every year.
Rage rose in me that she would actually come to my house without warning me. I could feel my insides clench as if in the grip of a cold hand. I broke into a cold sweat at the thought of what she might have told Molly. Penelope was a terrible liar. She told some of her friends I used to beat her up. I was shocked when one of them cornered me at a party and started to scold me for being such a prick to her.
I jumped out of the car. If she had tried to ruin the progress Ella and I had made with Molly now… progress that even therapists had been unable to make. All Molly had needed was stability and people who loved her. She had found that with me and Ella.
And now Penelope was back to spoil it all. My fury was such I even forgot Ella was in the car. All I could think of was getting rid of the poison in my house before it infected everything good in my life. I could barely contain my rage as I strode to the house. The door flung open before I even touched it.
Ruby stood there, her brow creased, her face tight with tension. Penelope had that effect on people.
“Hi,” I said and tried to smile. I touched her shoulder. “Everything will be fine. Where is she?”
“In the living room. She told me who she was and then went to the playroom to see Molly,” Ruby said in a low tone. “I couldn’t stop her.”
I stiffened. “What did she tell Molly?”
Ruby shook her head. “I don’t know. She closed the door on me.”
“Where is she now?” I asked urgently.
