“I invited you here for dinner,” he said.
“Dinner and this,” she said. She gave his cock a quick squeeze through his jeans before kissing him again. Her fingers pulled his zipper down and fumbled with his belt. Once open, she reached her hand down into his pants, and pulled his cock free. Her hand stroked up and down his shaft until he was completely hard. Then she pulled her body upright to really get the first good look at him since they’d met this morning. Every time they’d had sex today, he’d been in control and she was either bent over or lying on her back. Her body laid in a perfect position for him to know her intimately, but poor for her. Now she was over him and his manhood was as magnificent as she expected.
From the way he stretched her, she knew his girth was impressive, but he matched it with equally well in length. Justin exceeded any man that she had been with before. She had accepted Gary’s far less impressive measurements because she thought he loved her. The idea that Gary thought he could be a multi-woman lover with his stats amused her. Gary was a child compared to this man in her hands.
She leaned down and lapped up the first drop of pre-cum shining on his cock. A shiver went down her spine at the taste and she knew she had to have him cum in her mouth. He tried to push himself up onto his elbows.
She gently placed her other hand on his chest. “This is all about you right now,” she said, and he relented. A low growl coming from him as he rested back onto the floor.
She looked back at his cock and hoped that she would be able to make good on her implicit promise. Was he too big for her? Sex had been no problem. But this was different. She cleared her mind of any doubts and leaned into him. No amount of debate would answer her question. She just had to do it.
Her mouth wrapped around the base of his head as she slowly guided him deeper. She pushed her head farther down on his shaft, her mouth naturally expanding to match his size. A low rumble moved through his body as she moved her head up and down. Slowly she became more confident in her ability to take more of him. She pushed down until the tip of his cock rested against the back of her throat and then pulled back up again, her tongue licking against the underside of his shaft.
The rumble in his body grew stronger. She ran a hand under his shirt and placed it on his chest. The heat from his body radiated through her arm and into her. Her own excitement at doing this increased. She increased the tempo of her sucking to match the growing explosion building inside him.
“Erica,” he grunted in a low, deep voice that delighted her. She pushed her head farther down on him, each drop taking just the slightest bit more of his cock into her throat. His hips began to buck off the floor. She met every thrust as he started trying to drive his cock further into her. For a moment she thought that he’d choke her, but her mouth and throat relaxed more and she took everything he gave her as she continued her suction on his shaft.
She felt it first in her fingertips resting on his chest, then the tremors moved throughout his entire body. Everything stood still in the instant before he let out a roar, and then he exploded into her. Wave after wave of his seed shot down her throat. He pressed her head into him and she took as much of his cum as she could until his climax subsided.
When he was done, she lifted her head up and looked down at his body. Aftershocks of what she had just brought forth, from deep inside him, left him speechless. He raised his hand and stroked her hair back behind her ears. Then his fingers brushed across her chin to clean up some cum that had dripped from her mouth and she licked them clean.
“Utterly amazing,” he said, his voice spent but still in the same deep tone that always left her breathless.
She laid her head on his chest and his arms circled around her, holding her in a tight embrace that made her want to cry from its warmth.
She loved him. The revelation shocked her more because she knew deep down it was true. No logical explanation of what had occurred throughout the day made any sense, but her feelings were so strong that she knew it was true. When they were together, pleasing each other, things felt natural and right. If it had just been her body, coming apart under Justin’s touch, then maybe what they experienced together was only the wild side of her coming out. But Justin reacted with as much abandon as she had. His body craved her touch, and somehow she knew that with another woman, he wouldn’t have responded so powerfully.
She ran her hand down his side with regret. One night wouldn’t be enough, but she had to live with what she could have. In the morning, they’d say their goodbyes and never see each other again. A long-distance relationship wouldn’t work. However much their physical chemistry together exploded her senses, it couldn’t be sustained across a thousand miles. Besides, it was only physical for him. Pleasure didn’t equal love, and she had placed her heart at risk for mixing the two when he wanted only the pleasure.
But there was no turning back. She came to his home, and she’d leave in the morning. If she left early enough, then maybe he wouldn’t be awake to see her. She could get dressed quickly and be gone before he noticed. Then there wouldn’t be a heart-wrenching goodbye. A quick escape out the front door. The she could get back to the vacation with her sisters.
She lifted her head up and sniffed. A burnt odor irritated her nose.
Justin’s eyes went wide and he sat up. “I think I burnt the fish,” he said.
She laughed. “It’s my fault,” she said. “I distracted you.”
He fastened his belt back together. “Don’t ever hesitate to distract me like that again,” he said, standing up. He held his hand out to help her up. A warm feeling flew through her arm when she took his hand. “The bathroom is around the corner to the right. I’ll get the food while you clean up.”
Chapter 8
Erica’s body curled against his in the bed. His arms wrapped around her and he felt the rise and fall of her chest. He always woke early, but the sensual woman next to him made him sleep in an hour later than normal. The fresh scent of her hair filled him and he wondered how he could ever say goodbye to her when she woke up. He didn’t want her to leave.
She rustled under his arms and he knew she was waking. He didn’t move. One hand lay over her and on her belly. Her breathing deepened slowly as she became more aware of her surroundings. Slowly she tried to lift his hand off her and wiggle out of his arms.
“You’re not trying to leave, are you?” he asked.
Her body tensed under his hands, then relaxed.
“No, of course not,” she said, and he frowned at the lie. “I wanted to get more comfortable.”
His fantasies were foolish. She wanted to leave and he was holding her back. For what? Some sort of relationship that was never going to happen. With her trying to escape so early in the morning, maybe he should just let he go, and lessen whatever pain he had coming?
“I know you have to get going,” he said.
He felt the tension build in her muscles again. Her voice cracked. “You’re right. I’m sure you have a busy day. I should let you get to it.” She started wiggling out of his arms again.
He held onto her and spun her so they were face to face. “No, that’s not what I meant,” he said.
Erica had her roll in the sheets with him. Now it was time for him to let her have a graceful exit. But he wasn’t that willing to give up, and if there was even the slightest chance he could have more time with her, then he intended to take it. “I meant that I know you have to get going. But, I would really like it, if I could see some more of you today. I have to attend a charity event this afternoon. It’s usually a lot of fun, and I’d love it if you came with me as my guest. Then maybe we could have an early dinner somewhere in the city.”
He saw the conflict in her eyes. She was struggling with an answer.
Probably trying to figure how to cut me loose without a scene, he thought. He kept his gaze on her until the stress in her face subsided. She didn’t answer. “What kind of charity event?” she asked. “Is it some sort of environmental group?”
Keep her talking and maybe he could win her over for one more day. He smiled. “No and yes,” he said. “It’s the tenth annual Environmental Celebration lunch. It functions as an umbrella event for several charities in the area that focus on the Louisiana and Gulf area. So some people come from parts of Texas, Mississippi, and Alabama too. Individual charities will set up tables, but the event is set in the park. Lots of activities and an excellent BBQ. I have to go because of all the work I do for many of the groups.” He paused and waited while she digested what he said. Then he had an idea. “It might even help your story,” he said.
Erica cocked her head. “How so?” she asked.
He had to think quickly. “Well, I can’t be there to run the camera, but the heads of several local charities, and the regional directors of a few nationals will all be on hand. I’m sure they’d love to speak with a New York reporter and maybe offer a quote. Reporters from stations in New Orleans, Houston, and Birmingham will be there. But your station is by far the biggest, and most of your stories go national, so I’d imagine people would be more interested in talking with you.”
The more he said, the worse his reasoning sounded. He had just gave her the perfect excuse to go to the event and spend all her time working, instead of with him.
Erica expression darkened and he held his breath waiting for the rejection. “I’d be happy to go with you,” she said. “What should I wear?”
“Business casual,” he said. He had another afternoon with her, and later tonight, if she went to the dinner he promised. The start to what promised to be a bad day of saying an early goodbye had suddenly turned better.
“I do have to head back to the hotel before going,” she said. “I want to get my own clothes, and I have to apologize to my sisters for abandoning them this entire weekend.”
“How much time do you need? I should pick you up by 11AM.”
“I should get going now. I have some shopping to do. A few calls to make. And sisters to appease,” she said while untangling herself from his arms and out of bed.
He laughed. “I understand. I know how family can be,” he said.
“How so?” she asked.
“I’m the youngest of three. Two older sisters. God help me if I ever let them down on a promise,” he said, and then reached for her hand. She stepped away and raised her finger.
“If you want me to go with you then I have to get cleaned up. We’ll have time again later,” she said, a weak smile crossed her face. His stomach twisted up with desire watching her stand next to his bed naked. She rushed out the door to the bathroom before he had a chance to pull her to him again.
“I need to shower,” she said, and then she locked the door.
She slipped a note under Sara’s door, and then headed back to the elevator. Where her sisters had run off to was a mystery. Hopefully they weren’t out looking for her. But how she ended falling in love with Justin was the bigger mystery. Why had she agreed to another day with him? Going to his home last night for a private dinner left nothing hidden to their motives: sex in an actual bed. But going on an actual date, in a very public way, made no sense.
She wanted to say yes anyway, but wavered when she considered all the ways she could get hurt even more when the day ended. Then he threw her a lifeline with his excuse that she could get some work done. She might go through a few motions, but getting quotes like that was outside of what she was asked to do, and the station had someone assigned to gather information like that. No, Justin had just wanted to make the choice to be with him easier, so he had said what he said.
What started as a simple assignment had morphed into something complicated. Her heart was dancing on very dangerous ground. Tonight she needed to pack for a redeye back to New York. Her flight was less than twenty hours away, and her goodbye with Justin even closer. So the plan for the day was to go shopping, head out on a date with Justin, maybe one more round of wild sex; then she needed to say goodbye and pack. How unromantic. And she didn’t care, even if she dreaded leaving him.
She checked the time. The hotel boutique had taken enough of her money already. This time she intended to hit a store downtown to buy her next outfit. She would change at the store, and Justin could pick her up from there. This was his city. Justin would be able to find any address she gave him.
She walked past the doorman and waved. “Enjoy your Sunday,” he said, waving back. New Orleans had such a different feel than New York. She had lived in New York so long, that she had become accustomed to the less desirable attitudes of its inhabitants. She took big strides and headed toward the shopping district. After the workout she’d had with Justin, more exercise was overkill, but she wanted to take in the sights and sounds of the city during the day. Plus the walking let her think better. She hoped.
She made another turn and spicy aromas filled her senses. The smell of gumbos simmering made her mouth water, and she took a moment to look into many of the restaurants as she walked. Most restaurants had only a few patrons. Too late for most breakfasts, and too early for lunch. But each one had their specialty soups they were brewing and the smells tempted her each time she past a door to just go in and have a taste.
She had to stay focused on her shopping. She needed yet another outfit. Her fun-money budget for the weekend had been spent on clothes, but she didn’t care. She needed them. A smile crossed her face as she imagined Gary watching the raw footage that Justin had shot. Would he even notice that she had changed her wardrobe? Her style? Even if he did, what would he make of it? His narcissism probably left him too narrow minded to notice. If he did, would he recognize it as a sign that she intended to leave, if need be, her career at the station.
The strength of her certainty surprised her. However Justin would hurt her later when they parted, he had taught her that she could never go back to Gary. It might cost her a job she enjoyed, but she’d be able to live with herself the next morning. And she’d find another job somewhere. She didn’t know where, or how, but she had to believe it was true.
A sax player stood on a corner and she tossed a few bills into her case as she passed. Three clothing stores clustered next to each other a few doors down and she went into the most promising. She’d find something to wear, a new job in New York, and eventually her one true love.
Twenty minutes and too much money later, she walked out in her new outfit. She opened her purse and pulled out her phone.
“You’re not at the hotel,” said Justin.
“I wanted to get out of the hotel botique, and decided to do my shopping downtown instead. Do you know where the Starbucks is?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“I’m almost in front of it. I’ll wait for you there.”
“Be there in five minutes,” said Justin. “So how sexy is your new outfit?”
A wicked smile crossed her face. It was a pointless gesture since he couldn’t see her, but she did it anyway. “You’ve got four minutes, thirty seconds until you find out. Don’t be late.” Then she hung the phone up on him.
She placed her purse under her arm and picked up the pace. She wouldn’t allow him to beat her to the pickup spot. The restaurants were getting busier now. More people relaxed around tables and nibbled on appetizers. The variety of smells increased in proportion to all the extra dishes that were being served. Her stomach growled and she rubbed her belly.
She’d skipped breakfast. Dinner last night was good, even if a little burnt, but she eaten only a bit and ended up back in bed with Justin before finishing. She made a promise to herself not to pig out at the picnic. For their first time eating out in public together, she didn’t want to come across as the type of person who stalked all-you-can-eat buffet tables for hours.
She stopped in front of the Starbucks and peeked inside. A healthy line six deep waited for the barista to finish making their drinks. She turned to the street and checked the time. Justin had less than one minute to make his five minute deadline. She scanned the street for his car, then
realized that she didn’t know what kind of car he had. He picked her up in the boat yesterday, and when she got to his home, it was parked in a closed garage.
With his obvious concern about the environment, she imagined him driving some type of hybrid.
A horn honked behind her, and she turned to watch Justin pull up beside her in a Ford F-150.
He whistled. “Can I give the lovely lady a ride?” he asked.
She smirked back at him and walked to the passenger door. “So where’s your electric car?” she asked, locking the door and fastening her seatbelt.
Justin gave a sharp, low laugh. “Have you ever tried to haul a four thousand pound trailer with a Prius?” he asked. “Trust me. It doesn’t work so well.”
“So you’re not into making a statement? Striking a first and trying to go electric?” she asked. Justin eased back into traffic and turned north. “It’s one thing to care about the environment, quite another to be impractical. When they make affordable, high horsepower trucks that run on nothing but electricity, then I’ll have a look. Until then I’ll stick with my truck and make my contribution in other ways.”
“Like helping charities?”
He gave her a quick smile that warmed her blood and put his hand on her knee.
She pushed it off and waved a finger at him. “You’re driving,” she said. Then she softened. “Let’s get to the picnic and mingle a little first. Then we can leave early if you like.” She said the last sentence in a sultry voice that she hadn’t realized she possessed.
Justin’s pressed his lips together, a low rumble echoed through him before he smiled. “I have to wait that long?”
She wanted to say no, and have him take her on the side of the road, but she decided to play with him and make him want her more. “Yes, you have to wait,” she said, then added quickly. “But only for a little while.”
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