“Yes, you did.” Grabbing her by her long curls, Tom pulled her down for a deep kiss. “I have wanted to fuck you for so long,” he growled into her ear, “by the time the sun comes up there will be no doubt in your mind who you belong to.”
Gasping at his words, Mia grabbed a handful of his unruly hair and tugged on it hard, “That goes both ways, Teach.”
A slow, sexy smile took over Tom’s handsome face, “You are so fucking good for me.” Tom Sheehan was reveling in the fact that he had finally met his match. Mia didn’t just take it, she gave it right back, in spades. Flipping her on her back and getting on his knees he splayed her legs across his muscular thighs. Running his hand up the back of each thigh to her ass, he squeezed her butt cheeks, pulling them apart and watching her breath hitch.
“So tell me what you want, Jailbait.” His eyes were hooded and sexy.
“You know what I want.”
Tom shook his head slowly, smiling down at her. “I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. You’re good with words. I’ve read them. Now say them to me.”
Mia cocked her head, devil smile just touching the corners of her lips. So this is how he wanted to play it. If she wasn’t so turned on by what he was asking her, she would’ve been too shy to comply. But he was challenging her, she could see it in his eyes and the smugness of his smile and challenging Mia Silver was like giving her a dare.
“I want you to rub the tip of your cock up and down my pussy, but I don’t want you to go in.”
Tom smiled down at Mia and hoisted her higher on his thighs so that she was spread wide open and he could rub himself on her. Holding his cock in his right hand, he slowly stroked its head along her moist slit, back and forth, the crown becoming lubricated with her juices. As he stroked for the third time, Mia could tell how turned on he was by his ragged breathing. As he reached her entrance, the head of his cock dipped in slightly,
“Uh, uh, uh — I didn’t tell you that you could do that.” Mia could tell that he was dying to plunge deeply into her.
Tom looked up from Mia’s pussy to stare into her eyes. She smiled at the glazed over, heated look he was giving her. He was barely breathing. “You are killing me. I have never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you.”
She smiled and lunged at him, pushing him down on his back and straddling him. Before he could even speak, she began to do to him what he had been doing to her. Slowly rubbing herself along the head and shaft of his cock. But now she was controlling it — the speed, the pressure, the movement. When the head of his cock reached her opening she let just the tip dip into her warmth and then pulled off of him and she did it again and again and again.
Grabbing her by her hips, he looked into her eyes, “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Wuss,” she smiled, teasing him.
And he gave her his dangerous smile back and rammed her down hard on his cock, penetrating her fully.
Mia gasped, her eyes widening at the infiltration.
Holding her down tight, he continued to drive up into her, “Feel like a wuss to you?”
Mia shook her head no and closed her eyes to concentrate on the exquisite feeling of being filled by this beautiful man.
She heard her own moaning and smiled. Opening her eyes, she looked down at Tom, “What are you doing to me?”
“Fucking the crap out of you.”
They stared into one another’s eyes as he relentlessly pounded up into her, filling her, stretching her, then lifting her and pulling out, making her yearn to fill the void, to feel him deep, buried. His gaze was so intense that just looking into his beautiful brown eyes was turning Mia on and she was falling past the veil.
“What? Say it,” he demanded.
“Oh God, Tom. Oh God.” Mia’s head was back, she could no longer focus on anything but the exquisite feel of his cock pounding into her. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” She was whimpering as she called out his name. “Oh God, Tom, oh God, Tom, Oh God, Tom.”
“That’s right, baby. Come on, you can take it. You can take it all.”
And she wanted it all. With her feet underneath his ass, she pressed him as deeply into her pussy as she could get him, squeezing his cock tightly and making her own muscles quake around him. Mia’s moans turned into a scream and the only sensation left in the world was the delicious friction of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her pace was frenzied, riding him hard, caring about nothing but cresting the wave. She felt his hands at her waist driving her down on his cock, but she was lost and just wanted to make him come. She had waited so long to have him inside of her and now she wanted the control of making him lose control.
Tightly squeezing his cock and not letting up, she looked down at him, eyes locking on his, his gaze intense and she squeezed harder. Tom let out a loud moan and rammed her down hard on his cock. His eyes closed and Mia crested the wave, getting slammed. Collapsing on his chest, sweat drenching her skin and mingling with the moisture on his, she tried to steady her breath. He was still inside of her and she didn’t want him to pull out, to leave a void.
Tom moved the hair away from Mia’s face and taking her chin in his hand, he tipped her face up to his. With just a brush of his lips on hers, he whispered, “Happy Birthday, Baby. Was that ever worth the wait!”
Mia nuzzled her face into his chest. Tom Sheehan was the best birthday present in the world.
It was time to heal.
Sailing alone was the one thing that made him truly happy. He could think when he was out on the water. Put on music, watch a sunset, navigate by the stars. Being out on the water was the one place he could be honest with himself.
It was July 12th. He wondered if that day would always hold significance for him. Would there be years in the future where the day would pass and he wouldn’t even think of her? Part of him hoped so. Part of him hoped that day would never come.
Tonight, as he looked at the stars shining against a black sky, they seemed to be mocking him. They had laid on a blanket on The Quad looking at these very same stars and they had talked about July 12th. Not last July 12th — this July 12th. This very night. She had described The Statue of Liberty Lounge in the Windows on the World Restaurant. It was on the 106th floor of One World Trade Center. He remembered all the details. She said that she had always dreamed that would be the place a special night in her life would take place. It was then he knew he would ask her to marry him, up there close to the stars, on her eighteenth birthday.
But he was already engaged and she was nowhere to be found and the stars twinkling down on him on July 12th just felt like big, fat liars.
Chapter Seventeen
“Will your father let me pay for dinner?”
Mia looked up at Tom with an “Are you joking” look.
“I’m still going to offer.”
“He’ll appreciate that. It will go a long way.”
Tom and Mia walked up Second Avenue toward Murray Hill to meet Lois and Bob Silver for Mia’s birthday dinner at The Palm. It was quite a surprise to Lois when her daughter announced that “her boyfriend” would be joining them for dinner.
“Is this someone you’ve met this summer at the internship?” Lois wanted details.
“No, I’ve known him since September. I know him from school.” Mia hated inquisitions and she knew Lois would dig until she had every last detail. Mia also knew that the one thing her mother wanted to know more than anything else was “Is this boyfriend marriage material?”
“What’s his name?” Lois had immediately started the twenty questions routine.
“Tom.”
“Tom what?”
“Tom Sheehan.”
“Oh, so he’s not Jewish.” She could hear “the tone” in her mother’s voice and actually had to stifle a laugh because Tom not being Jewish was the least of the things her mother was going to hate about him. She was going to flip out when she found out that he was ten years older than she was and
had been her professor. Oh this is going to be classic, Mia thought.
Now walking toward the restaurant, hand in hand, with her hot as hell boyfriend, Mia contemplated that maybe this wasn’t going to be so amusing and she was starting to pray for the best, hoping someone ordered a bottle of wine or champagne or something immediately upon being seated.
Luckily, that someone was her incredibly suave boyfriend who had a bottle of Veuve Cliquot sent to the table to toast Mia’s birthday. With a bottle of champagne in them, the conversation flowed nicely.
Mia sat back and watched Tom successfully work both of her parents. His intelligence and education were both formidable and impressed the Silvers, and they were very interested in the TV writing he was doing in Los Angeles.
“Do you plan on staying out there?” Lois asked the question that had been on Mia’s mind.
“Not a moment longer than I have to.” Tom laughed. “I am not a California guy. There’s so much being produced out of New York these days, hopefully I’ll be able to end up back here sooner rather than later. I’d actually like to end up teaching at NYU’s film school.”
Mia sat back and smiled. She liked the sound of that, although she knew chances were he’d be long gone from her life before ending up back at NYU. But you never know, she thought.
At the end of dinner, Tom tried to take the check and Bob would have none of it, insisting the champagne was enough of a contribution.
They walked for several blocks together and Lois slowed her pace. Mia knew exactly what her mother was doing. She wanted the men out of earshot to grill her daughter.
“He’s very handsome, Mia.”
Mia smirked, “Yeah, he’s pretty hot.”
“Were you in a relationship with him when he was your professor?” Here it comes …
“No, Mom. He was a perfect gentleman when he was my professor.”
“He’s very charming.”
Mia laughed, “That, he is.”
“So, what was it, you had a crush on him?”
“Believe it or not, he had a crush on me. I’m just that irresistible. Smart and irresistible.” Mia kidded.
“He’s very handsome.” Lois repeated.
“Wanna tag team him, Mom?”
“Mia! You’re terrible.”
“It’s part of my charm. You know that.” Mia hugged her mother. She also knew Lois well enough to know that the Tom Sheehan discussion was far from over.
As they parted, Lois reminded Mia that they had the opening of the Hudson River School painters at the Metropolitan Museum on Wednesday night.
Tom shook Bob’s hand and kissed Lois’ cheek and they were off.
“How’d I do?” Tom smiled down at Mia as they walked downtown.
“Pretty good, I think. My mother wanted to know if I was seeing you when you were my prof. I told her you were the perfect gentleman,” she smiled at Tom, “which is mostly true, except for your slight lapse in judgment.”
“I’ll never live that down, will I?”
Mia shook her head. “So, were you serious about NYU?”
“Very. I’d love to teach screenwriting at their film school.” Slinging his arm over her shoulder and pulling her close as they walked, “You’re not going to get rid of me so easily, Jailbait, so Bob and Lois need to get used to me.”
Looking up at him, Mia couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
“What’re you thinking?” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“My boyfriend.”
Letting out a hearty laugh, Tom looked pleased. “You’ve got that right. So, where should we go, Girlfriend?”
“Well, since it’s my birthday weekend, I think it should be my choice.”
“Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”
“Let’s go back to the apartment and fuck like wild animals.”
Tom turned to an elderly man who was walking next to them on the sidewalk, “I have the best girlfriend in the whole world,” and with that, he grabbed Mia’s hand and started running toward the apartment on Sixteenth Street.
Tom’s soft kiss on her lips woke Mia in the early hours on Monday morning. The room was dark and outside the Trade Centers were still lit up against the pre-dawn sky.
“I have to leave for the airport, Jailbait.”
Mia just nodded. She knew if she spoke, her voice would crack.
“I had one of the best weekends of my life,” he brushed her hair from her face, “and I wish I wasn’t leaving you. I think this bi-coastal thing just became very hard.”
Mia took his hand from her hair and brought it to her lips. “Thank you for the best birthday ever. You are the best gift in the world.”
With those words, he took her face in his hands, his gaze serious and sincere, “I promise I will find a way back to you soon.”
“Good, because I miss you already.”
Tom Sheehan truly was an elixir.
Chapter Eighteen
Mia bounded up the stone steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Met was Mia’s “happy place” in New York City and she could not wait to get through the doors. Not only did it hold some of the world’s greatest antiquities and art, it also held a treasure trove of memories for Mia of many “Girls’ Day” outings with both her mother and grandmother.
Lois was waiting just inside the main entrance, impeccably dressed for the night’s exhibit opening in a sleeveless peach shift dress and oversized white framed sunglasses.
“Oh, you are totally channeling Jackie O. tonight.” Mia kissed her mother’s cheek.
Lois laughed, “Except she’s smarter than the rest of us. We’re in the city on a hot night in July, and she’s off in The Vineyard.”
The former First Lady’s apartment was located directly across the street from the north end of The Met at 1040 Fifth Avenue, and Mia thought that Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis was probably the only other person who found as much solace in the cavernous museum as she did. As with most New Yorkers who lived or spent time in the East 80’s, Jackie was a fixture. You saw her walking down the street, sashaying about in top salons, squeezing fruit at Gristede’s on Lexington Ave. and 89th St., or as Mia did, wandering The Met and enjoying its treasures.
Over the years, they’d developed a smile and nod relationship. Mia remembered the first time she saw Jackie at The Met. Her face broke into a huge grin, because Jackie was someone she’d recognized and “known her whole life.” It took Mia a moment to realize that Jackie didn’t actually know her. Her first thought was, “Wow, she’s really thin.” They’d seen each other so many times over the years that Mia thought that Jackie had actually seen her grow up. There was a cardinal unspoken rule amongst New Yorkers and that was never to approach the former first lady and Mia respected that rule.
The first (and only) time they would ever interact was a week after Mia had returned from California. A devastated Mia stood before the bust of Augustus Caesar in the Roman Antiquities room. She had been drawn to this marble statue from the time she was a small child. Visiting Augustus had become a family joke. Mia never understood why she was always pulled to the bust, but she liked to think that maybe she had known Julius Caesar’s nephew, Octavian, in another life.
Standing before the statue, she didn’t even realize that she was quietly crying, although she was wiping tears away with the heels of her palms. She heard a click and saw a beautiful Mykonos Blue Hermès Kelly Bag being opened; the owner removed and handed her a white linen handkerchief trimmed with purple embroidery. Jackie was looking straight ahead at Augustus as she handed the delicate fabric to Mia.
Eyes trained on the handsome Roman, she observed, “I’ll bet he was a heartbreaker.” It was a voice she’d known her entire life.
Mia sighed, “I’ll bet he was a tennis player.”
Jackie nodded her head and smiled, “You’re probably right.” And she gracefully floated away, leaving a tear-stained Mia, linen handkerchief in hand, to her Augustus.
As Mia and Lois made their way through the museum toward t
he Hudson River School painters exhibit, Mia veered off to the left toward Augustus. Lois was used to indulging her daughter’s obsession which had been on-going since the age of four.
“So, have you heard from Tom now that he’s back in LA?” Lois was pretending to look through the new exhibit catalogue, but Mia knew better. The Inquisition was about to begin.
“Yeah, we talk a couple of times a day.” They began to walk toward The Great Hall again to head upstairs to the opening.
“Is this serious?” Mia could tell from her tone that Lois was seriously worried.
“Define serious?”
“Do you see a future with him?” They entered the elevator with several other people, so Mia did not immediately answer.
As they exited onto the second floor, she answered her mother’s question, “Short term, yes. Long term, no. I don’t think he’ll ever be your son-in-law, Mom, or that your grandchildren will bear the surname Sheehan.”
Mia almost laughed aloud at the relief on her mother’s face.
“So, what is it, just physical?”
“No, it’s not just physical, but he is one damn fine specimen.”
White-gloved waiters in short cut jackets were circulating about with trays filled with crystal champagne flutes. Mia grabbed two. She did not hand one to Lois. The first one was gone in two sips and she immediately began on the second. She could feel the alcohol hitting her bloodstream. The last time she’d eaten was seven hours before and it had been a yogurt.
“I’m very concerned about the age difference.”
Ta-da, there it was. The age difference. Mia knew this was coming.
Standing before Jasper Francis Cropsey’s Autumn on the Hudson River 1860, Mia was astounded by the perfection of Cropsey’s composition. Looking at it with her photographic-trained eye, she noted that the horizon was beautifully placed about one-third of the way up the canvas, a small pond on the lower left and a stream leading in from the right toward the center of the painting led one’s eye around the canvas. Brilliant, Mia thought. Why had she never noticed before that the Hudson River School painters compositions were like perfect photographs? She was having an epiphany moment, fueled by the champagne on an empty stomach.
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