Oh, goodness. What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Fourteen
Tobias
I hardly slept at all last night. Waking up in Amber’s bed and seeing the glory of her beautiful body next to me was enough to make my mind race and cock hard for the rest of the night. After I got home I tried to calm myself down. I took a shower. I rubbed out the massive case of blue balls all over the shower wall but still couldn’t shake the intensity of the night with her. I ended up lying in bed staring at the ceiling until the sun came up.
I replayed her comment to me over and over in my mind. “I’m not going to sleep with you.” So much about that sentence haunted me. It bothered me that she thought that was all I was after but it made me happy to know that she wasn’t going to just give it away. I loved that it challenged me to show her how I really felt about her. I wanted to know the reasoning behind her decision. Was it directed specifically toward me? Was it all men in general? Was it forever or just until marriage? Maybe she’s really a lesbian! Oh for Christ’s sake, Tobie. She’s not a lesbian. Be logical!
I know you’re not going to believe me, but despite all of the women I was with during college, I actually slept with very few. To me, there was so much more I was looking for and I was always disappointed to discover that so many girls were just looking for a quick lay. But worse than the ones looking for a one night stand were the girls who thought they had to have sex to be worth anything.
You know what? The more I thought about it, I was glad she said it. It meant that she had standards. It meant that she was looking for the real deal. It meant that she had respect for herself. And I’ll be damned if that isn’t one of the biggest turn-ons on its own. A woman who knows what she wants. That’s a woman I want.
I was disappointed to see that my dad had already left for work by the time I finally went down stairs. After my parents divorced and my mom left, Dad and I became pretty close. He remarried two years ago. I liked Susan. She was really good for my dad. After seeing the chaos that was otherwise known as his marriage to my mom, it had been an eye-opening experience for me as a young adult see a man determined to find happiness again. He had been very open with me about the situation with my mom and also made sure that I saw all of his efforts to do things right with Susan. My dad is a good man. I hope to be like him someday.
I took my time getting some breakfast - cold cereal - and plopped down on the couch. I didn’t start working until next Monday, so I had a few days of binge watching streaming TV until then. Hopefully that would help me keep my mind from going completely crazy thinking about Amber. Her perfect ass. The way her nipples hardened against my tongue. The hot silky wetness of her depths. The sound of her sighs and groans in my ear as she came against my hand.
I threw the remote against the couch next to me. There was no way I was going to be able to focus on anything else. I needed to figure out a way to see her again. Soon.
Amber
Work was a complete shit show. A day that had started out so incredible had taken about eight thousand turns, twists, and dives and it wasn’t even lunch yet. My brain had become just like that damn egg on those 80s public service announcements. “Here’s your brain. Here’s your brain on Tobie.”
Fried.
Just this morning, I’d managed to spill one cup of coffee, daydream through two conference calls and devour three chocolate truffles that someone left in the break room and all in the span of four hours. I was an emotional roller coaster of elation, terror, excitement, and anxiety. I felt like my reproductive system was on fire and I might very likely start to hyperventilate. Or throw up. Or both.
I really needed to get my shit together. You’re a thirty-two year old woman, Amber. Get it together! I closed my eyes and tried to sort out my thoughts. Did all that really happen? Was it intentional? How long had he been planning all of this? Did he even plan it? Then I remembered the things he said…
“This isn’t only about today…You have been the standard in my life... I have been infatuated with you since before I even knew what that meant.…”
He had planned this. But I couldn’t ever remember Tobie acting anywhere close to flirtatious with me before, so why now? There were so many conflicting thoughts flying through my brain that I could hardly think straight. I pulled out a notepad and set it out on the desk. There’s only one way I knew how to organize my thoughts to make a well- informed decision: Make a list of pros and cons:
Pros: Fun, Practice for real dating, His amazing body, His muscles, Butterflies in my stomach, Orgasms, LOTS of orgasms
Cons: Age difference, It’s TOBIE, Hannah's best friend
Surely there were more cons here, right? I had to be missing something… I stared at the paper. Nope. I couldn’t think of any other reasons not to keep this up. The pros outweigh the cons - although those are pretty heavily weighted cons. Wow. I underlined “orgasms” and smiled. I tore the paper off the pad and sent it through the shredder. I knew what to do.
Tobias
It hasn’t even been twelve hours.
I knew the rule was three days to call a girl you’d just met, but technically I hadn’t just met Amber, and Google didn’t have any helpful information about how long to wait to call a girl you’d known for several years but just recently become intimate with. Fuck you, Google.
So I waited.
And waited.
Hannah texted this morning to see if I wanted to hang out again. We ended up spending the day catching up on streaming shows. It was really cool to hang out just the two of us. For a few hours, I was able to push Amber to the back of my mind. But not completely out of it. During the third episode of a show, my phone buzzed. My stomach wrapped itself around my throat. It was her.
AMBER: Hey.
ME: Hi.
AMBER: Thank you for the penguin. :-)
ME: You’re welcome.
ME: I can make you more if you’d like ;-)
A few minutes passed. Shit. I probably took it too far. I set my phone down on the couch, trying to bring my attention back to being with Hannah. Five minutes later, my phone buzzed again.
AMBER: I’m curious to see what other talents you have.
Amber
I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling. There was no way I was falling asleep tonight. Between having Hannah back home and my little encounters with Tobie, I should have been able to pass out in three seconds flat. But there I was, hot and bothered and staring at my ceiling. Memories of him floating through my mind. His sweaty body while we were unloading the trailer. The sound of his voice as he whispered against my neck. The sight of his naked body in the shower. The sound of his laugh during my bad date. The feeling of his hands all over my body. His lips crushing into mine again and again. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I reached into my night stand for my battery operated boyfriend when I heard two little taps on my window. I paused to listen again. What the hell was that?
Again, two taps. I flipped on the bedside lamp and cautiously went over to my window. I peeked through the blinds to find Tobie sitting on my porch roof on the other side of the pane.
“Are you serious!?” I laughed in a hushed voice, opening the window. “What in the world are you doing!?”
Tobie crawled in and grabbed me around my waist. “The damndest thing happened. I got in my truck to meet the guys but it drove me here instead.” He pulled me in for a deep kiss, taking me by surprise and stealing my breath.
“Oh!” I gasped in between kisses, “Well, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt trying to overpower such a big machine.”
“Let’s stop talking,” he growled in my ear.
His hands were all over me. Pulling me hard against his body, grabbing my backside and sliding all over my sides. He lifted me up the same way he had the night before and pinned me against the bedroom wall. His cock was like steel pressing against me. Grinding into me, making me want all of him. His kisses were like waves crashing over me, again and again they landed on my lips, my chee
ks, my neck. He pulled the collar of my shirt over my shoulder and began tracing my collarbone with his tongue.
“Oh…” I moaned, “so good.”
Tobie chuckled and moaned against my neck, “You have no idea.”
He pulled away from me. There was a wildness in his eyes that told me that this was the intensity he was trying to hold back last night. He wanted to possess me and there wasn’t going to be anything I could do about. Like I would have anyway. I wanted this just as badly as he did and he knew it.
He carried me over to my bed. My legs still wrapped tightly around his hips. My lips tracing all over his neck and jaw. The stubble from his face rough on my own. Sitting me down on the edge, he wasted no time taking his shirt off in one swift moment. I couldn’t keep from moaning at the sight of him. My hands instinctively reached up to touch his bare chest. Feeling the soft skin contrasted by his hard muscles.
He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of my hips and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I pulled hard on his shoulders to bring him down on top of me but his body remained solid. I whined in dissatisfaction. He smiled against my lips but continued to kiss me gently. Small licks against my tongue. A light nibble on my bottom lip. I was losing it and there he was, taking his time. Moving as if we had all the time in the world.
He pulled softly on the hem of my shirt, raising it up just enough for him to touch my sides. I raised my hands up to his face and laced my fingers into his hair, pulling him deeper into our kiss. My shirt came off easily, leaving my skin exposed to the cool air around us. My nipples tightened from the sensation.
Slowly, he laid me back onto the pillows and hovered over me. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating against mine. My hands roamed all over his strong torso, feeling every inch of skin that I could get my hands on. His kisses remained light. Unrushed. Passionate.
“Tobie.” I groaned trying to get his attention, tugging on his shoulders.
“I know, love. No sex.”
He allowed one hand to caress the tender skin over my ribs and slide up to my breasts. He lightly cupped one, then slid over to the other, moving his kisses slowly down my neck.
“Oh, good grief, keep going,” I encouraged him, arcing my hips off the bed.
He chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he whispered gruffly. “I’ll never stop trying to please you.”
Groaning, my head fell back against the pillows. I could feel his lips trailing down my chest, stopping at each breast. Sucking lightly, biting gently, lapping slowly with his tongue. I could feel myself soaking through my panties. My lips were swollen and begging for his kisses to continue south.
Kisses continued to fall over my chest, down my stomach, and slowly to the tops of my pajama pants. Just like last night, he looped his fingers into the band and pulled down ever so slightly. The tips of his fingers brushed against my skin as his tongue left a trail behind them. My hips raised and off went my pants. My body was aching for his mouth. I wiggled beneath him but he remained slow and steady. My hands pressed on his shoulders, grabbed at his hair, fisted at the sheets. He knew exactly how much he was torturing me and was loving it.
He kissed over the tops of my hips, down each thigh, back up to my center. He hovered for only a moment, but to me it felt like eternity.
“I can’t wait to know what you taste like,” he breathed against my skin.
He used one finger to trace over my lips spreading the wetness all over them. I moaned and shifted in an effort to feel those fingers deep inside me again. He slid just one finger inside this time.
“Oh...” he groaned, “you’re like silk.”
I could feel the heat of his words against my tender flesh. I was dying to feel his mouth against me.
“Please…” I begged.
“Please, what?”
“Please…. please kiss me.” I groaned the words.
I felt a light lick at the center of my folds that slowly slid up to my clit. The sensation of his finger deep inside me mixed with the softness of his mouth was enough to make me want to explode at that very second.
“Mmmm... you taste even better than I thought you would,” he moaned. “Can I have some more?”
“Oh, God, yes!” I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back down on me. There was a knock at the door. I froze. Tobie kept licking softly.
“Amber?” Hannah called from the other side of the door. “You awake?”
“What the fuck!?” I hissed, completely annoyed. “Uh, yeah?” I called out to Hannah.
“This better be good,” Tobie spoke softly into my pussy. “Because I can’t think of much better than this right here.”
“Can I talk to you?” Hannah said through the door.
“Uh, sure… just um… give me a second… I was just about to get in the shower.” I stalled. I reluctantly pulled Tobie up. He continued to kiss me the whole way up. I nuzzled my face into his neck.
“To be continued?” I pleaded.
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
Five minutes later, I very irritatedly met Hannah in her bedroom.
“What’s up?”
She looked up from her computer. “You ok? Your face is all red.”
I checked my reflection in her dresser mirror. I looked like I had just been tossed around. “Uh... I was doing some pilates before I took a shower.”
“At ten at night?”
“Yeah, well, when the mood strikes, I guess.” I waved my hand in dismissal. “What did you want to talk about? You alright?”
“I got an email back from that company in Silicon Valley. They want to set up the interview for next week.” Hannah’s eyes were dancing with excitement. “Next week, Amb!”
“Holy shit, Han! That’s fantastic!”
Chapter Fifteen
Amber
TOBIE: I’m here.
Tobie was five minutes early. I was almost ready. I had desperately been dodging side conversations all morning so that I could stay on track at work. I was trying to make sure I had all of my morning “to-dos” completed so that I could take a long lunch and not be distracted.
I was extremely relieved when Tobie had been the one to suggest we actually sit down together and talk. I was terrified of coming across as a clingy, desperate girl who needed validation and attention, so when he asked if he could take me to lunch, I immediately agreed. There were things that we needed to talk about.
ME: Be down in 5.
I organized the papers on my desk and put the finishing touches on a few last emails. I grabbed my purse from under my desk and slung it over my shoulder. One last look into the tiny mirror I had stuck onto my cube wall. “Where you headed to?”
It was Sarah. She popped up over the wall we shared, resting her crossed arms on the ledge. I was suddenly reminded of that whack-a-mole game I use to play as a kid.
“Just out to lunch,” I said, smoothing my ponytail. Her eyes narrowed at me and her head tilted to the side.
“Oh, really?” She questioned. “Never seen you primp and prime before a work lunch before. Is this another guy from the dating site?
“No, just an old friend.” Not exactly a lie. “He just got back into town last week so we’re going to Luis’s.”
“He?!” There was a combination of shock and speculation in her voice.
“Yes, Sarah. HE. And it’s no big deal, so you can call off the wedding planner.” I shot back. “I’ll be back soon”.
“You can’t blame me for wanting you to find Mr. Right.” She grinned and sunk back down into her cube. The whac-a-mole retreats. “See ya in a while!” I heard her sing over the wall.
I was expecting Tobie to be waiting for me in the parking lot, but when I stepped out of the elevator, I saw his handsome figure standing in the lobby reading the directory sign. My heart did a little happy dance. He was wearing dark denim jeans and a button-up collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Casually sexy. When he turned to face me, I lost my breath. M
y stomach flip flopped and my cheeks flushed. He smiled at me, that little dimple showing. He held his hand out as I walked toward him. I lightly placed my hand into his.
“Hello, beautiful.”
He pulled me in close to his warm body and kissed me lightly on the lips. His tongue poked out ever so slightly and grazed the sensitive line of my crease. I wanted to wrap myself in his arms and never let go. Everything around us ceased to exist.
“You look fantastic,” he purred into my ear. Small flames were licking up from my stomach. How does he do this to me?
“I didn’t expect you to be in the lobby.” I managed to breathe out.
“A gentleman always picks his date up at the door.” He nuzzled his face against my neck. He smelled like heat and fresh soap. He leaned his body away from mine, but kept his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. “You ready for lunch?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Ok,” he grinned. “Let’s go.”
Tobias
As we walked toward my truck, Amber moved toward the passenger side but I made sure to get there first. I opened the door for her and reached over to buckled her in myself. After fastening the clip, I allowed my hand to brush against the soft tops of her knees. She was wearing a casual linen skirt and sleeveless blouse. Her dark hair was pulled off to the side in a low ponytail. She was wearing a small amount of makeup which suited her perfectly. I was surprised to see how absolutely stunning she could look without even trying. So many girls I’d taken out had gotten dressed to the nines, full-on makeup plastered all over their faces. It was ridiculous. This is what I liked. Simple. Pure. Perfect.
“Alright, beautiful. Where’s this taco place you were raving about?” I asked as I climbed into the driver’s seat. “And it better be good. I’ve had my share of amazing tacos from all the food trucks at work sites.”
Amber grinned. “Oh, you’re going to like this place. The owner, Luis, is a great guy and an even better cook. He immigrated ten years ago and opened up shop a little more than a year ago. It’s a real hole-in-the-wall, but I swear I’ve never had better authentic Mexican food.”
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