by Naomi Niles
“I don’t really drink,” I told him.
“Okay, how about sweet tea?”
It was refreshing to be able to say that out loud and not be ridiculed. Dylan always gave me a hard time about it. “I’d love sweet tea, thank you.” We ordered a six course tasting menu and as we plowed our way through the delicious food, we got to know each other a little better. “Have you always wanted to be an architect?”
“Not really. I like to draw…I have…sorry, I always have.”
“So, when did you decide on architecture?”
“Michael and my sister have been together since she was sixteen. He was already in college…he got me interested.”
“And now, you work for him.”
“Right. What about you?”
“No, I never wanted to be an architect.”
He grinned. “When did you want to be a therapist?”
“When I was in high school, my best friend and I were supposed to go out one Saturday night. It just happened that I got the flu and I couldn’t go. She was driving home from a party and she had another one of our friends with her. She was drunk and ran a stoplight. They were t-boned and the girl in the passenger seat died. My friend was thrown from the car and had a head injury. When she woke up from her three week long coma, she had to have therapy every day. I used to go visit her all the time and it fascinated me to watch what they did for her.”
“Wow…you dodged a bullet.”
“Yeah. It’s weird because I always felt guilty about that. I went to Bobbie’s funeral, and I kept thinking it should have been me. I would have been in that seat, and I would have been just as drunk as both of them.”
“Is that why you don’t drink?”
“Mostly, yes. So, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course.”
“Greg…what’s the deal there? He says he’s your best friend, but it doesn’t seem that way sometimes…”
“Hard one,” he said.
“Oh, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s just a long story. Hard for you to understand me.”
“Well, you don’t have to talk about it-”
“It’s fine…bear with me though.” I liked listening to him talk, even though he was self-conscious about it. He took a deep breath and said, “I met Greg in the second grade. We became buddies right away. From that point on, we did everything together. He stayed at my house, and I stayed at his. In college, I met this girl and fell in love with her. I’d always been kind of a serial dater, so the love thing kind of took me by surprise. We dated for a couple years and I proposed. She accepted, and I asked Greg to be my best man.
“One night, we were all at this party and I was the only sober one because I was driving. I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find them. There was this girl there that for whatever reason, she hated my girl. She told me to check the shed in the backyard. I doubted they would be in there, but I’d checked everywhere else. They were in there and they were…pardon my French, screwing their drunken brains out.”
“Oh no!”
“Yep.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “It was bad. For the first time in my life, I beat the snot out of someone and it was my best friend. I told both of them I never wanted to see them again. I would run into Greg sometimes, but avoided him for the most part. He weaseled his way back in through Sarah when he found out I was sick.”
“Sarah…hmm…”
He laughed. “Hard to believe my sister could be the forgiving one, right?”
“Well, not that I wouldn’t think she could forgive anyone, it’s hard to believe she would forgive anyone that hurt you. She’s really protective of you.”
“Yeah, she forgets she’s not my mother.”
By the time we finished our meal, had dessert, and walked out of the restaurant, it was after ten o’clock. I didn’t want the night to end and Kyle acted like he didn’t, either. When the valet brought the car around he said, “Do you want to see my place?”
“I didn’t see it earlier?”
He smiled. “That’s Dad’s place. I have a loft not very far from here. I’ve just been staying with Dad since I got sick.”
Alone in a loft with Kyle. It was a terrible idea. “Sure, okay.” I’m ridiculous.
CHAPTER NINE
KYLE
Do you want to see my place? I can’t believe that worked. I was just desperate for the night to go on and I couldn’t think of anything else. It’s not like I can take her on a long walk in the moonlight…or horseback riding…or other things that “normal” people do. She seemed okay with it, though. God, she's beautiful.
“It’s the building there on the left.” She looked at me like I was crazy and then thinking it was the brain surgery she said,
“Um…no, that’s the JC Penney/Sears building.”
“Well, technically, it was built in 1913, but it wasn’t used for JC Penny and Sears until much later. First, it was strictly office space and then A. Harris & Co. moved into it in the 1930s. After that came Penny’s and Sears. Now, it houses a few apartments and lofts. One of which, I live in.”
Her mouth was hanging open. “Really?”
I laughed. “Really. Is it my humble background that is confusing to you?”
“No…I mean…isn’t it really expensive? Shoot, I shouldn’t have asked you that…”
“It’s okay, really. The answer is yes, but not for me. The man that owns the loft I live in is a
client of Michael’s. He bought it for his daughter and she ran off to Italy with some rich guy. He rented it to me. Cheap.”
“You’re so lucky!” she said. “I love this building.”
“I do, too,” I admitted, “And yes, I am lucky.”
I held her hand as we went through the lobby. I liked the sound of her sexy high heels on the hardwood floors as we made our way to the elevators. We took it all the way to the top and I realized I missed my home as soon as we stepped off. “You know what; I think I’ll have you leave me here tonight. I miss my home.”
She smiled. “I haven’t seen the inside of the loft yet and I already love it.”
“You can stay here, too,” I told her with a wink. I unlocked the door and flipped on the light. She literally gasped.
“Oh my goodness, I just might stay forever!” She looked around at the hardwood flooring and the brick work, running her hand across the smooth wood of the built-in bookcases along the wall. The ducts overhead were all exposed, too…that was one of my favorite parts. My other favorite part is the big windows that look out across downtown. At night when the city is lit up, it’s gorgeous. “This is exactly where an architect should live,” she said.
“I’m glad you like it.” She almost literally ran to the window and looked out.
“Oh, Kyle…it’s just incredible.”
I thought she was incredible. She was this perfectly professional woman one minute and the next she had this child-like wonder in her eyes as she looked out on the city at night. “Do you want some coffee or…something?”
“I’m good right now,” she said. “Can I see the rest of the place?”
I held my right arm out and said, “That’s the kitchen.” It consisted of a stove, refrigerator, and a stackable washer and dryer. The cabinets were open and cut into the brick. When I first moved in here, Sarah and I found some old 1930s kitchen prints at a flea market and I hung them in there. “This is the living room, and the bedroom is over there.”
“Oh, you don’t want me to see the bedroom…”
“Well, if I’m being honest, I’d love for you to see the bedroom.”
She giggled; it was the first time I heard her do that. I thought she was nervous. “Well then, show it to me.”
“Wait a minute…tours aren’t free you know.”
“Oh, they aren’t?”
“No, ma’am.”
“What is it you want? Money?”
“Nah, I have a job.”
“Hmm…
jewelry?”
“No use for it.”
“The deed to my car?” I laughed. I didn’t mean to. “What’s wrong with my car?”
I laughed again. “Nothing.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and said, “Well, I can’t think of anything else.”
“Come here, I’ll tell you.” She came towards me. “Closer…closer still…” She was standing next to me and I reached up to pull her down in my lap. She squeaked, and I caught the sound with my mouth. She was a little stiff at first, but she relaxed into me and let her lips part so my tongue could slide all the way inside. I took my time tasting every inch of her mouth and letting my tongue tangle up with hers. Her own tongue was doing plenty of exploring of its own, and her soft, warm hands just made their way underneath my shirt. It was honestly the sexiest kiss I ever experienced.
With her still on my lap and our lips still together, I rolled us into the bedroom. When we broke for air, we were both gasping and panting. She looked around and in a breathless voice I said, “The bedroom.”
“It’s nice,” she breathed out. She sounded like an asthmatic who forgot her inhaler. She pressed her forehead into mine and looked into my eyes. Bringing her hands up, she took my face between her palms and drew me towards her for another kiss. With her lips on mine and her silky hair draped across the sides of my face and my hands on her hips – and her sexy body in my lap – there was no way my cock wasn’t going to swell under all of the pressure. I felt her grind her hips down into me and that’s the second I knew we were going to do this. My heart felt like it was going to explode. I rolled up to the bed and lifted her off my lap and onto the side of the bed. Her cheeks were flush, her lips were red and swollen, and all of that sexy dark hair was in her face. She looked like a model out of one of those fashion magazines.
“Do you want this, Amber?” I asked her in a breathless voice. She nodded. My heart beat faster. “Yeah?” She leaned down and kissed me again.
“Yeah,” she said. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of that sexy little black dress, pulled it up over her head, and tossed it aside. I heard myself make a sound I’d never heard before…it was like a whimper. She had on a black lace bra and her breasts were swelling up over the top of it. Her smooth belly made its way down to a pair of sexy black lace panties, and those thighs –fuck! Those thighs may well be the single most sexy body part I’ve ever seen.
I moved forward again and pressed my lips to the swell of her breast. Her skin there was warm, soft, and fragrant. I kissed across it one way and licked back across the other. I could feel her body trembling, and it turned me on even more to know I was making her feel that good. I brought my mouth back up to hers and while we kissed, she slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it back off my shoulders. I shrugged it the rest of the way off, and then I put my hands on either side of her and pulled myself to my feet. She unhooked my belt and pants and then she held onto me while they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and my shoes slowly. She wriggled back on the bed as I pivoted and sat down. She reached up and put one of her warm hands on my back and the other on my chest, pulling me down next to her.
I pulled her into my bare chest and kissed her again, hard. While we kissed, I let my hands and fingers play up and down her sides, feeling every curve and undulation. She had plenty of them. Her skin was so soft and she smelled so good. I pulled out of the kiss and brushed the hair out of her face so I could see her beautiful eyes. I saw lust in them and when I leaned back down to kiss her again, she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and ran her tongue back and forth across it. I moaned into her, and she let go of my lip, but kept her tongue moving in and out of my mouth, dancing against my tongue and then pulling out to lick my lips. God, I love kissing her.
I let my mouth drift down her jawline and to the smooth curve of her long, sexy neck. I kissed across it and then up to her ear on one side. I blew my warm breath into her ear and felt her body shiver and then I took her earlobe between my lips and licked and sucked on it. She was making sexy little moaning noises and rubbing her body against me. I reached up behind her and unhooked her bra. When her breasts fell out, I thought my head would explode. They were perfect. I’ve seen a lot of them and these were the most perfect pair I’ve ever seen.
My cock was pulsing and throbbing against the cotton of my shorts and I could feel the tip swollen over the elastic and laying wet against the lower part of my stomach. I reached up almost in awe and ran the backs of my fingertips along the outer edges of her breasts, caressing them without touching those amazing nipples just yet. I teased my way around them a few times, enjoying the way she’d squirm underneath me and arch her back up off the bed. I finally let my tongue glide along the outer edge of her hard nipple, working my way around it with circles that got smaller and smaller until I reached the nipple. When I did, I licked across it, and she moaned loudly. I did it again and again and then finally, I sucked it into my mouth. While I sucked, I let my tongue continue to play with her engorged nipples. I held her tightly around the waist, and she held onto my shoulders and dug her fingers into them as I made love to first one and then the other. “So…fucking…beautiful,” I told her in a raspy voice.
She reached down and let her fingers play on the lower part of my stomach, just above my pulsing cock. She was scraping her fingernails lightly across my skin and I didn’t think my cock or my balls could get any fuller. I literally felt like I had no choice but to explode. When she finally slid a hand down into the front of my boxers I cried out, kind of like a girl. But it felt so good…
She took it in both hands and began to stroke me up and down as her lips sought mine out and we kissed again. I felt her slide her thumb across the tip and wipe away the silky drop of pre-cum and then use it as lubrication to stroke me harder and faster. My head was buzzing. I couldn’t put together a coherent thought. I didn’t want her to stop – ever. I broke our kiss and positioned myself on my side where she could still reach my cock and I could get her breasts back into my mouth. Fuck…she feels so good…she tastes so good… She makes me feel so fucking good.
With my mouth pressed into her chest, I suckled one of her nipples into my mouth and let my tongue devour it. With my fingers, I pinched and pulled on the other one and then, I let my hand slide down her belly and to the crotch of her soaking wet panties. I wanted those panties off, but I didn’t want her to stop touching me the way she was. My cock was so hard and so hot that it felt like it was about to explode into flames.
“God, Amber…you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I began kissing down her belly as she let go of my cock and brought her hands up to the back of my head. She held me into her as I licked and sucked on her belly and at the same time took the elastic of those panties in my hands and began to work them slowly down her thighs. I kissed down low, across her mound, and when I had her panties down to her knees I reached back up and pushed her beautiful thighs apart. I reached underneath her and cupped that sweet ass with one hand as I brought my face down to her pussy and tasted her. Fuck…she tastes as good as she looks.
I slid my other hand underneath her and cupped her other ass cheek and used my hands to lift up her pelvis and bring her pussy to my face. I held her tightly and began running my tongue up and down between her inner lips, licking and sucking as she squirmed and pressed into my face.
Her body tensed and relaxed as I ran my tongue back and forth and all around the outside, but when I put my lips around her clit and sucked that into my mouth, she literally bucked up off the bed and cried out my name at the top of her lungs. I held it there between my lips and swirled my tongue around and across it; occasionally I’d suck on it again and bite and nibble on it. The whole time, she was thrashing back and forth and mumbling incoherently.
I let my tongue move in and out of her as deeply as it could, and then I brought my right hand around front and I slid a finger inside of her. “Oh, Kyle…fuck…” I slipped a second finger inside of her and k
ept them both in just a little ways as I pressed into the walls of her smooth pussy. Then, I began to stroke them in and out steadily, pressing upwards and circling around inside of her. While I was doing that, I kept my lips and my tongue moving. I sucked on her clit relentlessly. I swirled and sucked and practically fucking devoured until suddenly the walls of her pussy clamped down like a vice on my fingers and she screamed out my name as the orgasm hit her hard. I had one hand on her belly, and I could feel it tense and convulse as the waves washed over her again and again.
CHAPTER TEN
AMBER
I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know orgasms like that existed. Dylan was the only man I’ve ever been with and he was not the “generous” lover type.
“Kyle…Jesus fuck… What was that?” I felt him smile into me before he kissed each one of my outer lips and slowly pulled his fingers out of me. I shuddered hard. I was still trying to get my breath under control when I felt him slither like a snake on his belly, down to the bottom of the bed and pull off my panties and my shoes. He slithered all the way up then and lay next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was still smiling.
“You’re amazing,” I told him, reaching down for his cock. I felt him push the top of his boxers down so I grabbed them instead and helped him. Once they were out of the way, I had his beautiful cock in my hand again, only now I could see it. He was so perfect it was unbelievable. I bent my head down and licked across the tip. His body convulsed. He had his eyes closed and his head pushed back into the pillow. I licked him again, and that time, he whimpered. He reached down and pulled me up so that he could kiss my lips.
While he was kissing me and I was licking and sucking the taste of myself off of his lips and tongue, I reached back down for that cock. I held it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head and he said, “Baby…God, you have to stop…fuck…you feel me so fucking good.”
