by Mia Ford
My attention was drawn back to the kitchen when my mother mentioned bath time to Seth. I told her I would do it, glad to get my mind focused on something else. As I bathed Seth, looking at his sweet smile and amazing curiosity, I smiled, knowing everything was just as I wanted it to be. Dex coming back, for a short of amount of time, shouldn’t affect my life in any way. I decided right then that I was not going to reveal to Dex that Seth was his child, there was no point. Dex was not the kind of man who would ever be okay with being tied. I knew that about him and I was okay with it, I’d always been okay with it. Still, I couldn’t allow him into my son’s life in such an important way when he was only going to leave town again soon.
The chaos of getting Seth out of the bath and in his pajamas occupied my mind for the next hour. But after two bedtime stories and a kiss goodnight, I tiptoed from his bedroom, down to the living room, and plopped down on the couch. I ran my hand over the cushions, remembering how good Dex felt inside me that night, how he filled perfectly. I thought about the earth-shattering orgasm he give me and at that moment, I almost wished he would knock on the door again. I hadn’t been interested in any other man since that night and it had been a really long five years alone in this apartment. I made my mind up that I wasn’t going to tell Dex about Seth but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy his comfort while he was in town. At the most, he was going to be here two weeks and instead of worrying about feelings, I needed to worry about how to get him in bed during those two weeks.
There was nothing wrong with me putting aside my feelings and actually enjoying something, or someone, for once in my life. I went through a lot over the last five years and I thought that maybe, I was allowed to enjoy myself a little bit. Sure, there were plenty of men out there if I just wanted to get laid but there was something exhilarating, passionate, and lustful about Dex. His amazing body sent shocks of desire shooting through me every time I saw him. So, then and there, I made a promise to myself that I would enjoy every bit of him and then, when he left, I would go on with my life.
Chapter 7: Dex
After leaving Casey’s in a complete haze, I sat through my meeting but I couldn’t pay attention. When I got home that night, I couldn’t sleep so I went to the gym and then came home and crashed. I needed to process what I saw. By the next morning, my head wasn’t as hazy but I was still semi-shocked by what I found out at Casey’s. When I walked into that kitchen, the last thing I expected to see was a little boy with Casey’s gorgeous hazel eyes and shy sensibility. No wonder she acted so strange at the wedding and no wonder my sister told me Casey didn’t need someone who wasn’t going to stick around. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to her house but after a week of being completely useless, caught in a mix of daydreams and distractions all centered around Casey, I finally gave in, wanting to see her, touch her, and just be near her.
Even after I got back to the city and immersed myself in work, visions of that night five years ago and our dance at the wedding played over and over in my mind. I tried to banish Casey from my thoughts but it was impossible. I never knew a girl so arousing and sensual that I couldn’t shake her. It was starting to mess with my psyche. So, knowing I had been defeated by my own dick, I grabbed some flowers and went over to Casey’s place. However, as those shy hazel eyes blinked up at me, I panicked and immediately made up some story about having a business meeting. By that point though, it was too late and I was now forced to share a dinner with her.
I spent the entire day thinking about Casey and her little boy but now, it was time to get ready for dinner. A million things were floating through my mind at that moment, the biggest being learning to control my cock so I could think with my brain for once. To avoid the awkwardness of the drive, I sent a car to pick her up, telling her I would meet her at the restaurant. By distancing myself from her as much as possible I thought I would be able to resist my desire to have her again. If we spent half an hour alone in the car, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control my urges. Instead, I would meet her at dinner, be polite, gracious, and charming as always but when the night was over, I would give her a kiss on the cheek and go home alone. It sounded like a great plan but as thoughts of her heaving tits ran through my mind, I knew I was going to have to fight my cock on this decision. I could only hope she was thinking the same thing and didn’t want to fall into bed with me either.
I went downstairs and jumped into my town car, watching as we pulled down the street toward the restaurant. When we got there, I recognized the car in front of us as one of my own. I sat and watched as Casey stepped elegantly from the back-passenger door, straightening her dress and pulling her shawl around her shoulders. She looked amazing with her dark brown curls lying over shoulders. Her dress was simple but sexy as it hugged every curve of her body perfectly. It was black and tight and the bottom rested just below her knees. She was wearing black stockings that smoothed down to her nude six-inch heels. She looked back, obviously recognizing my driver and stood with her arms crossed in front of her. I could have sat there all night just watching her.
I met her at the door and opened it, placing my hand on her lower back as we entered. Sparks ignited in my chest as my hand slid over her soft back. I took a deep breath, remembering what I promised myself and followed the hostess to our table. I ordered a bottle of wine and appetizer and stared across the table at Casey, whose cheeks were flushed. I wanted to ask her about her son but I didn’t want to be rude. Apparently, a lot had happened since I left, and I wanted her to feel comfortable talking to me about it.
“How was your trip?” She sipped her wine and smiled.
“It was amazing,” I said. “There were so many beautiful places, I just wished I hadn’t been stuck in the office so much. I didn’t get to do very much sightseeing.”
“I would love to travel and see the world.” She sighed, looking down at her plate. “But with Seth and my mom, it’ll have to wait.”
“Seth is really adorable,” I said, watching her shift in her chair. “He looks just like you.”
“He is amazing, that’s for sure.” She chuckled.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t keep in touch,” I said, putting my napkin in my lap. “I didn’t realize you had a child or were in a relationship. I kind of feel like an ass.”
“Oh,” she said, swallowing her wine hard. “No, I’m not in a relationship. Seth’s father isn’t around.”
I waited for a moment, hoping she would continue but I could see she didn’t want to talk about her son’s father. I didn’t mind, I just wanted her to know I noticed. I changed the subject back to my travels, explaining the different places I went and how they will be hosting our new resort line. She shook her head, amazed by how big the company was.
“It’s crazy, when you first walked into my house five years ago, I did not look at you and think, this man owns an empire.” She laughed.
“What did you think?” I gave her a coy smirk and sipped my wine.
“I thought you were handsome,” she said shyly. “And that you looked like a complete idiot during charades.”
“Oh, God.” I laughed. “I forgot about charades. Hey, I didn’t look as dumb as Natalie trying to imitate a blimp.”
“That was amazing,” she said, giggling. “But I can’t really hold it against you, we drank an entire bottle of hazelnut liqueur that night. To this day I can’t smell hazelnut without thinking about it. It went down so smooth.”
“It should have, the bottle was like over five hundred dollars,” I replied, watching her choke on her bite of food.
We spent the rest of dinner, relaxed, happy, and laughing. I felt so comfortable with Casey and I didn’t want the night to end just because dinner was over. When we left the restaurant, I motioned to the park on the other side of the street and she smiled at me, nodding silently. We strolled across the concrete path that led through the large oak trees, staring out at the lawn that was usually full of dogs, exercise classes, or frisbee throwers. Tonight though, in the chilled Oct
ober air, it was just the two of us and I couldn’t help but feel my lust for her rise up into my throat. I looked over at her as she rubbed her arms. I pulled my jacket off and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled at me, her green eyes glistening in the lights that lined the trail.
Just the feel of her shoulder brushing across my hand ignited every sense in my body and immediately, I could feel myself turning on the charm. I didn’t know how I thought I would get away with just brushing her off but I knew now that was not going to happen. Desire was pumping through my veins as we walked along and all I could think about was getting her home and in my bed. But how? I knew she was really against anything happening, since I was leaving again. I listened to her talk about her job, tuning out halfway through as I tried to devise a plan to convince her to come home with me for a nightcap. I reached down and grabbed her hand, hoping she wouldn’t pull away. She looked up at me and smiled, her heels clicking against the cement walkway. As she took another step forward, she wobbled and screamed, her heel snapping from her shoe. I reached out and caught her, stepping forward and sweeping her into my arms.
“Damn,” she said, looking at her half heel hanging from her foot.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I own a hotel right down the street. We can go there and get you a new pair of shoes.”
She looked at me for a moment, running something over in her mind before wrapping her arms around my neck and nodding her head. I reminded myself to send a thank you letter to whoever made her shoes. I carried her down the block and into the hotel, nodding at the front desk so they knew I was taking the suite upstairs. It was usually held for me or any guests I had coming into town. As we stepped into the elevator, I set her gingerly down on her feet and put my key in the lock. The doors closed slowly and we moved toward the top floor.
Once we were inside, I picked up the phone and called down to the concierge. I glanced over at Casey who was wandering around the suite with her eyes wide. I told the concierge that we needed a pair of size 8 nude pumps and added that we needed them fast for good measure. However, as I hung up the phone and looked over at the bottle of champagne in the glass front mini fridge, I knew they could take their sweet time bringing those shoes up. I walked over and pulled the bottle from the fridge, grabbing two glasses from the bar. Casey turned toward me and I waved the bottle at her with raised eyebrows. She oohed dramatically and laughed as she walked over to the sofa that faced the picture windows. She sat down and crossed her long legs. I poured us both a glass and sat down next to her, taking in a deep breath.
For several moments, we sipped our bubbly in awkward silence, the tension between us thick and sultry. Slowly, I reached my hand down and ran it across her leg, unable to control myself any longer. She turned her head and looked at me, her eyes darkening. I leaned in slowly, pressing my lips gently against hers, feeling her breath catch in her throat and her knees begin to tremble. I set my glass down on the table in front of us, not disconnecting my lips from hers. I reached up, doing the same with her glass. Once our hands were free I didn’t waste any time, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to me. Our bodies leaned in toward each other and as my tongue parted her luscious lips, her shoulders relaxed and she fell deep into my kiss.
Our tongues rolled against each other and I groaned softly into her mouth, tasting her once again. My cock was already rock hard in my pants and I reached over, grabbed her hand, and laid it in my lap. She already knew what I wanted and from the feel of her hand tightening over my shaft, I knew she wanted it too. Her perfume wafted around us as I pushed my mouth harder against hers, kissing her passionately against the city backdrop. It may have been five years but our attraction was still just as strong as it was that Christmas Eve night. I was ready to take her again, all night long.
Chapter 8: Casey
Desire pulsed through my body and dripped into my panties. The man, who five years ago had done the most memorable things to my body, was here, pressed against me and ready to go again. I knew I shouldn’t but that made me want to even more. So many nights, I laid in bed just thinking about his body, his touch, and the way he felt inside of me. I knew I could never walk away from a chance to be with him again, to remember exactly what it was like to feel him. I leaned forward, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He pushed my legs apart and ran his hands up my thighs, stopping and touching the clasps holding up my stockings. He bit down on my bottom lip, obviously aroused by what he felt there.
I stood up and stared deep into his eyes as I circled around to face him, straddling his legs between mine and pulling the skirt of my dress up to my hips. I reached down and took his hand, sliding it between my legs. I purposely didn’t wear panties, just in case this exact thing happened. I was so glad I wore those old nude heels tonight. When they broke, I felt like the entire universe was aligning to get Dex and me back in bed together. His breathing increased as he felt my hot wet pussy against his hand. I spread my legs wider and looked down at him as I reached back and unzipped the back of my dress. I felt his fingers begin to move and moaned softly as he pressed firmly against my mound. I reached back and pulled the dress over my head, letting my firm breasts bounce out in front of me. His gaze was deep and he was drinking me in with his deep blue eyes.
I went to move but he grabbed my hips with a small smirk and slid two fingers inside of me. I gasped at the feeling but stood frozen as he slipped through my juices with ease. With each push, I could feel the tips of his fingers flicker against the walls of my pussy and it sent waves of pleasure through me. He pushed in deep again, this time taking his thumb and rubbing it hard against my clit in a circular motion. I threw my head back and grabbed his wrist out of reflex. I didn’t want him to stop but God, it felt so good. He reached both hands up and pulled me forward, forcing me to straddle him. I thought he wanted me on his cock but he kept pulling until my wetness was resting on his chest. He looked up at me and bit his lip as he slid his body downward and pressed his mouth into me. I grabbed onto the back of the couch and moaned loudly as he ran his tongue through my slit, massaging my clit before closing his lips around it.
My hands met my tits and I massaged them hard as my hips began to roll against his face. I loved this feeling of control. Even though the grip he had on my ass proved he held the power, I still enjoyed the illusion I was under. I pulled my hands down to the top of his head and started to grind hard against his lips, fucking his face and gasping with pleasure. I looked down and I could see his erection pulsating through his black dress pants. It was bursting to get out and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. However, at the moment, I was happy to let his tongue slip in and out of me before running up through my mound and circling my clit. As I continued to grind downward, he pulled back a bit and looked up at me.
“You like that?” He whispered the words but his low growling voice echoed through my chest. “You taste so fucking good. I want you to come for me baby.”
“No.” I gasped. “I want to come with you inside of me.”
“We have plenty of time for that.” He chuckled, pushing forward and burying his face back in my wetness.
As my hips moved like a wave against his smooth face and his tongue did laps around my wetness, I felt the sting of orgasm pushing forward with a fury. At that point, there was no going back so I grabbed onto his blonde curls and moved faster, feeling his groan vibrate against my clit. I arched my back and threw my head back, screaming and laughing as the waves of the orgasm flowed through me. I could hear his tongue lapping up my juices and I could feel a smirk pull at the edges of his lips.
When my body stopped shaking from the ecstasy, I moved off his face and stood up as he rose before me, taking my hand, and leading me toward the bedroom. The room was dark and the bed was huge. I didn’t know if I could keep myself upright with my quivering thighs. I turned back to Dex and watched as he pulled his clothes off with speed. I knew as soon as he was naked, he was coming for me. He grabbed his pants off the floor and pulle
d his wallet out, taking a gold wrapped condom from the bill and tossing it back on the floor. I sat down and moved backward on the bed, watching him stroke his hard erection. Before he could rip the top of the condom off, I reached forward and grabbed his shaft, licking my lips. His eyes went wide as I pulled him closer and licked him from the bottom to the top.
I could feel his knees tremble and I smiled, glancing at his face before taking his cock in my mouth. Immediately, he reached his hand up to the back of my head and groaned as his erection slid down my throat. I paused, eyes watering, and swirled my tongue wildly around before sucking hard and lifting back up. I could feel his hips start to roll toward my face and I reached up, cradling his balls and moaning from the feeling of his fingers tangled in my hair. I opened my throat and grabbed his ass, pulling forward and then back, deep throating his cock over and over. I looked up at him through watery eyes and ran my tongue across his engorged tip. His cock was red and pulsating and I knew he didn’t have much longer. I was still desperate to feel him inside me.
“You want me?” He growled as he pushed me backward on the bed and hooked my legs over his arms.
“Mmhmm,” I said, biting my lip and nodding my head yes.
He flashed that amazing smile and dove down, setting the head of dick on my wetness and pushing just slightly inside me. He chuckled as I squirmed, wanting to feel it all. He pulled back out and then slid just partly inside again. I gritted my teeth and reached for him but he shook his finger at me and pulled back out. He reached down and grabbed the condom, tearing it open, and rolling it down his long shaft.
