The urge to push my hard nipples into his hard body or kiss his unsuspecting mouth, makes me lay my hand on his chest and push away gently to keep the little gap between us safe. He reaches up and clasps it. "No." He drags it down his torso and holds it by our sides. Shivers run through me, reconnected. "Don't push me away." His commanding tone and words surprise me. Not because they are commanding, but because I melt with them. Those lips are made for kissing. His tongue sneaks out and touches the corner of his mouth. It slides over his lips to the other side, wetting them. He's thinking the same thing.
"Siri." My name sounds so sexy rolling off his tongue.
He waits for me to find his eyes. "You are …." He waits again until I focus on his words. "Simply…." He waits again until I'm listening to him. "Stunning." He puts his hand on my chin holding me captive, but there is no need. I am under his control. I squeeze his hand and bring my other one up to rest on his waist. I'm not going anywhere.
He gently tips my face backward as he steps up touching our bodies. My tits scream with delight and I arch my back pushing them into him. He forces my chin up until my neck straightens. He holds me steady as he repeats the words without hesitating, staring into my soul. "Siri, you are simply stunning." His deep voice drops on the word 'stunning' and I feel … deep down inside where no one has ever been before … I feel myself falling.
With each breath he takes, I feel his essence blow across my face. His eyes become my whole world. He vanishes the gap between our mouths. I can feel his breath caress my lips as I wait for his kiss.
He stops short … not touching them ….
My heart stops beating, listening, waiting, wanting. My lips tingle.
He waits.
All of my senses are on high.
He blows his breath very softly between my parted lips. I feel it caress my tongue. Fuck! I'm free falling! I gasp his name. "Aurei." He moans from his throat and a wild urge surges through me. Pushing hard against his hold on my chin, I force my lips to his as his hand slides down my jaw, around my ear, cupping it, controlling me, allowing me to place my lips on his.
His kiss is gentle, soft, and firm, all at the same time. He tastes as good as he smells. I hold my lips there drinking in the moment and the sweet sensation. When I release his lips, I lay my head back into his strong hand as my body collapses on him. I stare into his eyes vulnerable and sincere. I have been looking for you all my life. I had almost given up hope that I would ever find someone who could make me feel this way.
As he reads my expression, he moves his hands. One slides his fingers between my fingers, cinching us tight. And the other, he slides from my ear into the strands of my hair, pulling. You are a dangerous man, Aurelius Moore. There is pain and pleasure. Tears well up in my eyes from both. His eyes focus on them and his expression turns fierce.
Looking into the depths of his eyes, I see uncertainty. I stroke his waist as I smile, confident and unintimidated. I am not afraid of you. I can handle whatever thunder lies inside you. I whisper. "Thanks … for the compliment."
"Oh, Siri." He holds me tight with his hands, squeezing my fingers and my hair as he breathes on my face. He closes his eyes and we stand there, silent, quiet, still. I feel him relaxing, releasing his control. I move my free hand to his arm and he slides his hand out of my hair into it. I lean my head on his hand in mine and he cradles it. He sighs, then releasing my cinched fingers, he brings that hand to hold my head too. He tips my face down laying the same gentle, soft and firm kiss on my forehead. Leaving his lips on my skin, he stays to breathe. I rest my hands on his small waist and squeeze him. "You're welcome. I meant it." He draws back and looks at me as if he wants to say something else. I wait. I can see him trying to put the words together. He sighs. Looks away, then back. "You are so contagious." He takes a step back. The fresh air between us breaks the spell. "But we both have to go." He steps around me. I turn with him like a flower follows the sun unable to take my eyes off him. He smiles and winks at me. "Schiavo." At his truck, he reaches for the door handle and my eyes fall to his perfect, golden hand and I see it stopping the elevator again; I feel the power of his seduction; I hear him say, Aurelius and Siri, for the first time; I feel his kiss on my lips and my forehead. My heart starts to soar! Life feels pretty fucking fantastic!
"Ciao." He starts to climb in, relaxed, smiling that same beautiful smile he gave me the first time I laid eyes on him, but he stops, narrowing his eyes when he sees my mischievous twinkle. "What Wild Thang?" I love my nickname. "What are you thinking?"
I lean my head over, drop my eyes to the ground and let them travel up his physique like he did mine in the elevator, stopping at each point of interest, making him feel me. When I look into his face, he is still grinning and also has a mischievous twinkle. "We have unfinished business, Aurelius. A bottle of Merlot to open and enjoy, and rainchecks to cash."
"I can't wait to open and enjoy that deep, full body with its enticing flavor. And I've already been dreaming up ways to cash in on those rainchecks."
Walking away, I flip my hand in a wave. "See ya! Aurei."
I'm halfway to TD when I hear. "Hey Wright!" I stop and turn back to him. "Have a good time on your not hot date."
"Have a good time giving 'em hell at your farewell."
He laughs as I turn and strut my stuff to TD's car for him. My ass isn't the only heart beating for you, Golden God! Umm. Umm. Umm.
TD is pacing when I walk up. He doesn't recognize me until I say, "I'm ready. Let's go."
"Fuck Siri! You clean up good! But Goddammit, you're late. Get in. We have to go."
He opens the driver's side and gets in. I walk to the passenger side to open my own door. Knowing the Raptor is still there and that Aurei is watching me, I bend over at the waist keeping my legs straight and flash him a shadow glimpse of what lies between and beneath. As I slide in, I turn my face to look at him. He is sitting with the window down watching me. He whistles an old fashioned cat call, making me laugh. I give him a twinkling finger wave as I close the door. I don't think either of us will hold out until Sunday. Tomorrow is the day.
The car smells of smoke. "I didn't realize that was you with that guy. Who is he?" TD starts the car.
None of your business. I ignore his question. "I thought we were in a hurry. Let's go."
"We are." As he backs out, he looks at my tits and grins, but doesn't say anything. When we pull past Aurei, he is smiling and toots the horn a quick tap. My heart flutters.
Aurei pulls out behind us. He rides TD's ass down the drive and the truck headlights flood the car. I can feel the Alpha Male domination and I have to cover my smirk by looking out the window.
TD keeps checking the mirror, feeling the intimidation too. "What the hell does he want?"
Me! Which makes me grin, but I don't say anything. I continue to stare out the window while Aurei continues tailing us. When TD slows down to make a right turn, Aurei cruises past, hitting the horn three quick toots. Tomorrow is definitely the day!
I stare out my window not seeing anything, thinking instead about Aurei. Aurelius Moore. That name suits him. Fuck yeah! Now I can check him out on FB! I take my iPhone out of my purse, open my app and search 'Aurelius.' He should be easy to find. And there he is! I hit 'Add Friend,' then I send him a private message. "Here's my digits. 334-###-####. "Call Me Maybe." LOL! ;D" I hit send. I hum the tune as I see my reflection in the window. That smile is Siri-ously crazy wild!
TD starts to talk. "I'm a little uptight about tonight. I've been trying since I moved to bum-fuck Alabama to get an invitation to this party. Do you mind if I smoke?"
"Yes, I do. Can you wait?"
"Sure. You look sexy as hell, by the way. I love the dress." He reaches over to touch my cleavage and I slap his hand away.
"No touching. That's Rule #1! Remember?" I state firmly.
"I thought you were just playing hard to get." He attempts to be charming and sexy.
"I am serious, TD. No touching. I'm not on a date wi
th you. I thought I made that clear. I'm only attending this party because you were in a jam. Don't make me regret it."
"Or what?"
I lean up and over so he can see my face clearly in the lights from the dash board. "Listen Bubba, I can either make you the toast of the party tonight or I can ruin whatever chance you have of getting in … ever. Chew on that!" He cuts his eyes at me. "I don't give a shit what these people think of me, but you do. You need me."
"I understand what you're saying."
"Tell me. What's Rule #1?"
"No touching. Got it."
"Good. So, who's attending this late cocktail party?"
His phone rings. "Excuse me, I have to take this." He picks it up and answers it. "Rachael, you fucking bitch!" He laughs at something she says. "Are you back? … No it's too late this time. Maybe next month … I found a suitable replacement … No, there wasn't time … They'll get over it … I wasn't waiting another month before getting to fuck her … I'm so horny for her now I whack off in my damn office while I listen to them fuck …" He laughs at what she says. "Yeah, my boners back the minute I lay eyes on those giant tits …. If she wasn't a red head, I would have let it go, but I haven't fucked a red head yet, and those tits are downright fuckable themselves." He laughs again at something she says. "Hell yeah, I'm gonna fuck them too … Yeah, yeah, I'll give you the low down tomorrow.… Sure… I'll call you when I get up." He ends the call, grinning and turns to look at me.
"So, I take it Mandy and Charlie will be here tonight?"
"Yeah, and you can bet your ass, I'm going to drool over her red tipped tits tonight."
"TMI, bro, TMI!" I roll my eyes. My iPhone FB notification dings. So soon? I snatch it up grinning. There are 2 red dots. I open it and sure enough, Aurei has accepted my friend request and answered my message. "Wild Thang! You are SO CONTAGIOUS! Here's my digits, 334-###-####. There ain't no maybe!" I laugh out loud at that. I quickly enter Aurei's digits in my phone. First name: Aurelius. Last name: Moore of him! Company: Golden God!
"What's so funny?"
"Private joke." We ride in semi silence. I hum "So Contagious," and see the runway in Vegas. Seary opens the show with it. It's one of my favorites to dance to. The music is slow and allows for dramatic dance moves as I strip down to my G-string, teasing the men on the edges of the runway about how unexpected this is, falling in love at first sight with them. Then I pick one lucky one out, a birthday boy if I get wind of it ahead of time, and individually seduce him, saying he is the only one I will break it down with, giving him a shot and hanging on him. "So Contagious" is an all-time favorite of mine. Crazy that Aurei would say that to me.
TD slams on the breaks. "Damn, I almost missed it." There is a little dirt road just past the golf course entrance. He turns down it.
"Where is this cocktail party anyway?" The hair on the back of my neck stirs.
"It's down here behind the golf course another mile or two. It's super, secluded for privacy, but it's in a restored turn of the century plantation home."
"Well, that's cool! I thought of majoring in Architecture briefly."
"Really? You haven't always been a simple secretary then?"
Ha! If you only knew, who I really am. Your jaw would drop. "No. I haven't always been a simple secretary. My degree is actually in accounting."
"Really? I'm not sure which is worse a boring accountant or a simple minded secretary."
"Yeah, really!" I shudder.
We roll out of a sharp curve to see a row of trees planted to form a secure hedge. When he drives through the opening, my mouth drops open and I gasp. There in front of us is a beautiful, restored, 2 story, southern style, plantation home. Complete with columns on the full length front porch with a Cinderella style full length stairs leading to a circle drive, which is lit by carriage lamps. The yard is landscaped and manicured to perfection. It is absolutely amazing.
"WOW!" I say in complete awe.
"Wow!" TD says too. "Score a big one for the home team!"
TD parks the Porsche next to a BMW convertible which is parked next to a Mercedes Benz, which is parked next to a Jaguar, which is parked next to a Cadillac XTS. "Shall we?" He gets out, walks around the car and stands at the back.
I open my own door and walk to stand next to him. "This is spectacular! I had no idea this was here."
The house is fully lit, looking every bit the mansion it is. There is piped music from hidden speakers. As we walk to the porch, an uneasy feeling comes over me. "TD, are you sure of the time? It feels like we are crashing a party already in progress and we are very late."
"I'm positive. Why?"
"It's strange that there isn't any help or staff to greet us."
"Super secluded, private party means super secluded, private party."
On the porch, TD takes a cigarette out, lights it, and takes a heavy draw. He looks at me. Grinning, as smoke comes out of his mouth and nose. "I am going to have one hell of a time tonight." He leans his head back kinking the pony tail while he pulls another long draw. He laughs looking over the driveway. "And you are going to get the surprise of your life."
"Surprise? Of my life?"
"Yep." He exhales smoke straight up into the air.
I ball my fist up tight, push my middle knuckle out, and frog the fuck out of his arm, right on the point of his shoulder. THUD!
"SHIT!" He yells and drops his cigarette. "What the fuck did you do that for?" His arm hangs limp. Tears from the pain well up in his eyes.
"Here's an important fact about me. I don't take no shit from nobody, motherfucker."
His face visibly pales as he stares at the daggers in my eyes. "Just be cool. Don't go all ballistic on me now. You don't have to participate."
"You better pray I love the surprise of my life, you son of a bitch!" I say between clinched teeth.
He stares at me and a bead of sweat pops out on his forehead.
The alarm on his phone goes off. It's 10 sharp. The front door opens slowly. "Listen, Siri, before we go in. I'm sorry. Really. I should have told you what kind of party this is but you wouldn't have come. I only need you for the first part. After that, you can leave. Here's my key. Take the Porsche home." He hands me his key.
I slip it in my purse. What the fuck kind of cocktail party is this?
CHAPTER SEVEN
What I see when I enter the house leaves me speechless again. It's incredibly beautiful. There is not one but two spiral staircases on each side of the grand room with a huge chandler in the center. There is a balcony at the top with an elegantly carved banister that runs down both staircases. The landings at the bottoms are flared. Dramatic and classy. The entire floor appears to be black marble that reflects the chandelier. This is really exquisite! Wow!
My heels click as we walk in. The first thing I notice after taking in the house is that no one is breathing. Everyone has frozen right where they were when we walked through the door. I'm used to making a dramatic entrance, but not one like this. Shock and tension fill the air. They obviously didn't know I was coming in place of Rachael. I cut my eyes at TD. He looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar in a candy store. Too excited to be really worried about the consequences.
Standing in the center of the room between the staircases are four other couples. There are 3 men to my right in what appears to be a receiving line and their corresponding women are on the opposite side. Darren Martin stands in the middle holding his wife Angela's hand. They must be hosting the party. I look at the men in line. I know each of them from my association at work. They are all friends of Mr. Connors.
Darren, who looks like Christian Bale, owns a chain of restaurants, nationwide. I don't know Angela but she must be a model from her looks and carriage. She reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. There is Mac Duckworth, who inherited a nationwide transportation company. I smile because Mac reminds me of Matthew McConaughey, and who doesn't love Matthew? He has on his Tony Lama cowboy boots and Stetson Hat with a tuxedo. Next is
Brad Copper, who could be Matt Bomer's brother, very handsome and sophisticated. He inherited his money from his dad who sold Grapevine Communications for a fortune. Brad hasn't worked a day in his life. And last but not least, is Charlie Parks from work.
Darren turns to speak to Angela, who nods and walks over to the ladies where they huddle up, watching us and whispering. The men stand stock still, tense, staring at us as Darren walks over and speaks directly to TD. "Why isn't Rachael here?"
"She had a last minute emergency at work and had to cancel."
"You should have postponed this until next time. This is highly irregular."
TD's eyes dart to Mandy over Darren's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I brought Siri in hopes that she would be acceptable. I know y'all already know her and she is quite beautiful, isn't she?"
Darren looks at me. "Yes, you are quite beautiful. Forgive me for ignoring you. I don't mean to be rude, but this has never happened before. We have never allowed a surprise visitor to attend our swingers meeting."
My jaw almost drops open, but I hold it, putting on my poker face. However, I couldn't stop the blink of astonishment and the blood draining from my face. Holy Fuck! Swingers! Shit! Darren's eyes register my surprise but he continues as if he hasn't noticed. "I'm afraid you must sign a confidentiality agreement immediately. We will have to ask each person if they will accept you. It has to be unanimous. I'm sorry. If any one person doesn't approve, you will have to go home."
I nod. "I understand." I shoot TD a dart with my eyes. God damn you, TD!
He rubs the point of his arm and offers me a sly smile, knowing I'm not pleased about this surprise.
"Siri, please follow me. The form is simple. Nothing complex." Darren turns and walks away. I follow him while my mind whirls around the seriousness of my situation. Swingers are all about fucking each other. It's one thing to be confident I can handle TD, but another to handle 4 more who all expect to fuck. Rule #1 is in serious jeopardy.
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