by Melinda Minx
He shrugged.
"Well, now your nipple is bleeding through your shirt."
"I'll live, Nurse Emily. But thank you for your concern."
"Thank you for defending my honor. It was kind of juvenile, but it was a lot more sexy than anything. That guy was being a huge jerk to me before you even got here."
"I should have hurt him even more then."
"I think you did just the right amount. What was all the Kung Fu shit?"
"It was Jiu Jitsu," he said.
"Why does you knowing Jiu Jitsu somehow not surprise me?"
He turned me around and helped me with my coat. His fingers ran gently across the nape of my neck after he got the coat on. I shuddered—the good kind of shuddering—and bit my lip. My mind was racing. He'd just told me we should "get out of here" which was almost as explicit and asking someone to come up for coffee at 2:00AM.
"Speaking of surprises," he said, "what happened to your Socratic oath?"
I snickered and turned around to face him. "Do you mean the Hippocratic oath?"
He nodded. "The thing where you swear not to hurt people, right? You sure seemed okay with me hurting that guy."
I grinned wide at him. "I'm a nurse. Nurses don't have to take that oath, so if anyone ever tries to fuck with me again, you are free to let loose that Jiu Jitsu shit on his ass. As long as you don't hurt him too badly."
He straightened his tie and smirked down at me. "I was thinking we could go get coffee. At my place. How does that sound, Nurse Emily?"
I knew he was a billionaire, but I hardly expected a limo to be waiting outside for us.
I stopped him just short of the car. "So you just, like, pay this driver to sit in his car and wait for you wherever you go?"
Silas shrugged. "I couldn't spend all the money even if I tried. I may as well pay David to chill in his car and listen to podcasts or audiobooks."
"Isn't that...wasteful?"
"I don't always have him wait for me, Emily," he said, running a finger along my cheek, "but tonight, I didn't know how long we'd be in the bar together. So I told him to wait. Do I sense that you are getting nervous? Cold feet? If you don't want to have coffee at my place, then we can save it for another time."
"Like in the morning," I said, but my voice croaked.
"Coffee, in the morning?" he said, a boyish grin filling the hard and chiseled planes of his face. "That is quite kinky of you, Nurse Emily. At least for our first time having coffee together."
"At which point during this conversation did we both just agree that 'coffee' meant sex? I feel like that euphemism is in place for a reason."
"I'm not big on euphemisms," he said, opening the door for me.
I saw the sleek leather interior of the limo in front of me. There were dim mood lights illuminating the seats and the space, and I felt like if I stepped inside there, I'd be entering another world. A world not really meant for people like me. I was a nurse, and I had big ambitions. I'd taken the USMLE Step 1 already, and I wanted to be a doctor. What happened if I stepped into this limo with this man, let him sweep me completely off my feet, and we fell madly in love with each other?
Maybe that was a stretch, or me being optimistic, but I felt somehow deep down that it was a real risk. If I ended up with Silas in the long-term, how could I fight my own battles? How could I consider myself an ambitious woman who wanted to earn her own place in the world, if some billionaire just handed me everything?
"I'm going to kiss you now, Nurse Emily," he said, "it can be a goodbye kiss, or it can be the start of something amazing. I'll leave that decision up to you, but I will kiss you."
I shut off the annoying part of my brain. The part that was thinking about being a doctor or thinking about being a strong, independent woman, and I started thinking with my vagina. At least just for the time it took to let him kiss me.
He grabbed hold of me. His hard, calloused hand touched the bare-skin of my back, and he pulled me up against his body. Our eyes met briefly, but then his lips crashed against mine.
I loved the way he took such possessive hold of me, and when his tongue touched my lips, I welcomed him in with a hunger I never even knew I had. We kissed there for a long time. It was a kiss that existed outside of time. Maybe we kissed for two minutes, or maybe it was nearly an hour, I would have believed either of those. Probably the only person who knew for sure just how long we kissed was David, because the "door ajar" sound was chirping through the limo the whole time we kissed, and it was probably interrupting whatever podcast he was trying to listen to.
The kiss was a lot more than just our lips and tongues, it involved a lot of hands too. My dress was good for this, and Silas was able to touch my body with very little obstruction. I did my best to make things even. I undid one of the buttons on his shirt and slid my hand in. I ran it across his abs, and then up to his chest. I giggled when I almost forgot and touched his wounded nipple. I moved my hand around and touched the other one instead. In that moment I felt his hard cock through his wool trousers, it pressed into my stomach, and I knew in that moment that I definitely, 100% was going to have coffee tonight with this man.
We finally broke the kiss and looked up at each other. It was as if we'd both stepped off some kind of long journey, like one of those old-timey ones where it used to take days or weeks to travel from city to city. We looked at each other as if we were two people who had gone through something immense and epic together, and now we were taking stock of how it had changed both of us.
"I told you that it could be a goodbye kiss," he whispered, "but—"
I put my finger against his lips, which were still wet from my tongue, and shook my head. "It's the start of something special."
We got into the car together. I entered his world, and I let any worries or anxiety I had about doing so melt away. It helped that the moment we entered the limo, he grabbed my thigh. That melted things quite faster than normal.
"Sorry about the wait," Silas shouted to David.
"It's cool," David said. "I'm gonna shut the privacy window now."
The window started going up, and I felt very self-conscious.
"He knows what we're going to do?" I asked.
"I mean, he saw us making out in front of the car for like...God, how long was that?"
"Not long enough," I said, taking him by the wrist and urging his hand further up my thigh.
"How do you like your coffee?" He whispered into my ear, so close that I felt his lips touch my earlobe.
I almost said "black," forgetting the euphemism. I giggled thinking about it.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm trying to think of a way to say that I like my coffee that sounds witty and smart."
"I already know you're smart," he said, "so you don't have to try to prove it to me. Why don't I set the stage. I like my coffee doggystyle."
I burst out laughing. "Okay, so the bar for 'witty' is very low then."
"Laughing and making fun of me doesn't get you out of answering the question."
He kissed along my neck, and I threw my head back and let out a breathy gasp.
"That doesn't get you out of it either," he said between kisses.
"I like all kinds of coffee," I said, "as long as you're making it."
He laughed. "That was too witty. Now you're making me look bad."
"You can't look bad, Silas."
I kissed him back, and it was like picking up from where we left off. I don't know how long the drive was, but the kiss ended when the car stopped.
He stroked his fingers along the contours of my face. "Ready for that coffee?"
His apartment was more like a house. A very large house. I guess it was technically a "penthouse." He basically owned the top of a skyscraper, which I suppose was to be expected, but actually stepping inside of that space and realizing that he really lived here was somewhat disorienting. It took me out of the moment and had me second-guessing everything—at least until he pulled me by the hand toward what
I assumed was the bedroom.
We turned a corner and were in a huge kitchen.
"Alright," he said, "you good with a mug? I've got two different kinds of beans. One is a dark roast, the other is an espresso. I can—"
"Wait," I said, stopping him. "What happened to the doggystyle coffee?"
He cocked his head at me. "That's the name of the bean."
"Are we really going to have coffee, Silas?"
"Are you asking if we're really going to have sex, or if we're really going to have coffee?"
"Sex."
"Hmm," he said, setting two mugs down onto the counter. "If you really would rather have sex, then I suppose we can do that too."
"Are you just trying to make me wait? Is this a 'hunger is the best spice' kind of thing?"
"We can have coffee after the sex," he said, looking up at me with very hungry eyes.
"Then we won't be able to get to sleep."
He shook his head. "I'm not planning on sleeping. By the time we're done having sex, it will be morning, and you'll be ready for that coffee, so I'll just leave these mugs here."
"You're not going to just come really fast, fall asleep, and sneak out when I'm still sleeping?"
"Why would I sneak out? It's my house, Emily."
"Oh."
He stepped closer to me and touched my chin, bringing my gaze up to face him. "Is that what you're used to?"
I frowned.
"I'll make sure you never forget tonight, Nurse Emily."
He took me to the bedroom. Well, it was technically a "bedroom suite," and the bedroom suite was several times larger than my apartment. It even had a free-standing bathtub in front of a large window overlooking Central Park and the entire Manhattan skyline.
I wasn't really looking at the skyline though, I was looking at Silas. Soon we were at the foot of his bed—the view from the bedroom was even better than from the tub—and he kissed me again.
I stopped him when he tried to get my dress off. "Wait."
"What is it?" he asked.
I pointed to the big window overlooking the city. "There must be like...10 million people who can see into this window right now."
"We're very high up, and I doubt anyone is looking. Even if they were, they'd need some high-powered binoculars."
I pointed to one of the other skyscrapers. "They could be watching."
"Would you like me to lower the shades?"
I nodded.
"So you're not into voyeurism then."
"You are?" I felt a bit shocked. Did he really want people to watch us?
He shook his head. "I'm into a lot of things, Emily, but right now, I'm only into you."
He hit a button on a remote control on his nightstand, and some kind of mechanical shades started to roll down from outside the window. He threw the remote down and went to take off my dress. I didn't stop him this time.
"God," he said, looking down at my mostly naked body—I still had panties on—"I knew when I first saw you that you were beautiful, but this is something else.
I reached up and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He undid his tie as I undid the buttons, and soon we had his shirt off.
There was dried blood on his nipple.
"Where is the bathroom?" I asked.
"Come on," he said, "it's nothing."
"I'm a nurse, as you keep reminding me."
He relented and showed me to the bathroom. With both of us shirtless, I pressed my body up against his muscular back. My breasts rubbed up against him as I worked, but I swabbed the blood away with a clean towel soaked in warm water.
"Where is your disinfectant?"
"I'm a man," he said. "I don't have that kind of stuff."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Get me some liquor from your fancy bar thing."
He had a full bar in his bedroom suite, which I'd seen on the way in. He came back with a bottle of Vodka. I splashed a little bit onto q-tip and rubbed it on the wound. He hissed from the pain, but bit his lip and grinned at me.
He started rubbing my breasts and kissing my neck as I worked.
"I'm trying to save your nipple," I told him.
"And I'm trying to suck on yours."
When I finished, he lifted me up, threw me over his shoulder, and tossed me down onto the bed. I laughed, but then he grabbed hold of my panties from both sides and pulled them down.
Before I could even say another word or get another thought in, he was between my legs.
He kissed my outer lips, and I realized that I was already soaking wet. It felt somewhat embarrassing, mostly just because he saw how horny he’d gotten me. I liked to think that I could have made him work a little bit harder to get me there, but I'd basically been feeling like I wanted him since I’d first seen him, and we had been making out and touching each other for quite a while.
I reached down and pressed my fingers through his hair and into his scalp. His tongue worked me with expert precision, and soon I was clenching my thighs against his entire head.
"No need to squeeze so tight," he said, "I'm not going anywhere."
I laughed, but the laugh turned into a moan when his tongue pressed against my clit. I ignored what he said and squeezed my legs even tighter against him.
He ate me out like no one had ever done it to me before, and unlike our first kiss, I knew almost exactly how long this took, because I saw the clock on his nightstand. Less than one minute. He was eating me out for less than a minute before I felt my throat close up, and an ecstatic and surprised gasp escaped through my lips. My thighs quivered, and I found my hands clasping my breasts. I came hard. I screamed. It was probably the first time I'd been in a nice enough place that I didn't have to worry that neighbors on the other side of cheap, thin walls would hear me. So I screamed loud, for all I was worth. I wasn't embarrassed anymore. I wanted Silas to know exactly how good he was making me feel, because fuck, if we were going to be at it all night, then I wanted him to do this again. And next time, I wanted to last longer than a minute.
He kissed up my body as I trembled—as the aftershocks of orgasm rocked through me. He kissed up my soft belly, and then he kissed my softer breasts. I cradled his head as he kissed me, realizing that even if I just fell asleep right now, it would have been one of the best nights of my life.
That wouldn't do though. I wasn't the kind of woman who could leave a man like Silas unsatisfied.
I slid down to his belt. I kissed his hard abs as I struggled with the belt, but finally I got it off. I threw it down onto the floor. The metal buckle hit the ground, and I expected to hear that tell-tale sound of cheap metal hitting cheap laminate flooring, but instead it sounded deep and resonant as his expensive belt hit his expensive, polished wood floor. Rich people truly had every aspect of their lives enhanced. Even little things like throwing a belt down onto the floor were better for them.
I undid his pants and pulled them down, but left his briefs where they were. He was hard. And big.
My eyes widened, and I looked up at him with my mouth hanging open. He just smiled, and I looked back down and started rubbing him through his underwear.
His muscular thighs clenched the moment I touched him. It felt empowering to make such a strong man's body react from such a gentle touch. I squeezed him through his briefs, and the warmth of his thick cock set me off. I needed to feel more.
I pulled his briefs down, and his cock sprung up to attention. It slapped against his hard abs, and I cupped his balls and gripped him by the shaft.
I fell to my knees and swallowed him down. I usually didn't like going down on men, but God, did I want to make Silas come. I wanted to swallow and suck him and make him tremble like he did to me.
I looked at the clock. It changed from 12:03 to 12:04 just as I looked up at it. I decided I wanted to make him come in less than a minute. Just so things were even.
I went as deep as I dared. My lips were air tight against his skin. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deep with each stroke. He g
rabbed hold of my hair, forcing it into a ponytail with his hands. He pulled enough that it hurt. I never thought I'd like to have my hair tugged, but I liked it when he did it.
I moved faster, my eyes glancing at the clock. 12:05. He'd already lasted longer than me. I swirled my tongue along his cock, deciding to take my time now. It shouldn't be a race. I should just try to make him feel as good as I could for as long as I could.
He started to move his hips in rhythm with me, his cock swelling in my mouth. Soon he grunted, and his hand pulled my makeshift ponytail even tighter.
I had him now. He was going to come. I usually didn't let men come into my mouth, but I wanted Silas to. I wanted to swallow everything he had to give me.
He grunted and pressed my head down. He pumped me full of everything he had to give, and I swallowed it all down. I pulled his dick out of my mouth with a wet pop. I looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to give him the most innocent smile I could muster.
He shook his head at me, and he surprised me by falling down onto his knees to meet me face-to-face, both of us on the ground. His fingers ran across my brows, and then into my hair and scalp. He moved in as if he were going to kiss me, but then he stopped himself and shook his head.
"What is it?" I asked, suddenly feeling nervous.
"You're too perfect," he said. "I'm not supposed to like you this much."
"What does that mean?"
"Forget it," he whispered. "It's nothing, I'm just very much enjoying this, Emily. I'm enjoying you, and I don't want to stop."
He pressed his forehead against mine. We were so close to each other that our eyes couldn’t even focus on each other’s faces. His perfect features were a blurred collage in front of me, but I needed only to close my eyes to see him clearly in my mind’s eye.
It felt intensely intimate to be down on the floor together like this. I liked how cocky and sure of himself he was, and a man who doubted himself would never fall to his knees like this. He knew who he was, and he knew showing a moment of vulnerability like this did nothing to diminish his manhood.
He helped me to stand up, and we fell together onto the bed. We kissed until he was hard again, and then he opened his drawer and pulled a condom out.
