by A. Gorman
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye.” My speakers go quiet. Why didn’t I invite him to come with me? Ugh.
As I walk to the entrance of the museum, I keep thinking about texting him to come join me but I don’t want to sound desperate. I turn the ringer off on my phone and put in my back pocket so I can feel it if my mom would happen to call.
I walk around the newer exhibitions that I haven’t seen yet and stroll to the contemporary collections. Something about these pieces of art pulls me in and my mind goes wild. I stop in front of Petah Coyne’s Untitled #1205, (Virgil), and I become oblivious to all around me.
“You’re a hard person to find.” His warm breath tickles my ear, causing me to smile. I turn my face toward Patrick, delighted to see him.
“I didn’t know you were looking for me.”
“I didn’t either until I found you.” Did I hear him right?
“Oh?” I turn my body to him and he pulls me into him, slamming his lips into me, kissing like there’s no tomorrow. I sway because he makes me lose all my senses. He pulls away, looking me in the eyes, and I know he meant every word of what he said.
“Tell me I’m not imagining this,” he breathlessly asks.
“No, I feel it too.” My heart hammers in my chest at his confession.
“I thought I was going crazy. From the first day I met you, you’ve been on my mind, in my dreams. I don’t even know how to put what I’m feeling into coherent words.”
“This is so…new…and so exhilarating. I enjoy spending time with you…being around you…being with you.”
“Are you finished here?” His eyes burn with passion.
“Yes…”
“Let’s go. I have somewhere else in mind,” he says as he grasps my hands and takes the lead.
How could I say no to this handsomely determined man?
I’ve been hard since she sent me the message to make sure to clean my balls. Her comment went straight to my cock, and it made it difficult to play the last three holes. Although, I think she was my motivation to hit two birdies and an eagle so I could get showered and downtown.
“Umm. Do you think my SUV will be okay here?”
“Let’s take it back to your apartment.”
“Okay. Do I need to change or grab anything?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Okay.” She smiles and the apple of her cheeks blush.
We walk to the parking lot in silence, and luck is on my side today and I’m parked a few spots down from her. She walks to her SUV and I open the door for her and make sure she’s safe and sound before I head to my car. She pulls out of the lot, and I follow behind her, making it to her apartment in twenty minutes.
I get out, opening the passenger door, but she says, “I’m going to run in and get a few things. I won’t be long.” I don’t think so. I shut the car door, locking it behind me, and meet her at her door before she can get it unlocked.
As she opens the door, I pick her up by her waist and carry her into the room, shutting the door with my foot. She giggles in delight and I place her down, turning her around to face me.
“Sorry, but I don’t want to wait…”
I quickly close the gap between us, placing both of my hands gently on either side of her head, running my fingers into her hair, and tug her into a kiss, shattering her as I push her up against a wall. She drops her purse and keys and runs her hands up my shirt, grabbing hold of my sides, pulling me into her. I can feel her heart wildly beating as our kiss deepens, and I become crazed with her intoxicating taste, pulling away from her slowly I know I need more than just a kiss.
Gently pulling her hair, tilting her jaw to expose her long neck to me, and I place kisses from her jaw all the way down to the neck of her shirt.
“This needs to come off…” She looks up at me, overcome with desire, and smiles seductively.
“Oh?”
She lets go of me as I remove my hands out of her hair and place them on the wall, trapping her in. Emily reaches for the bottom hem of her teal Dave Mathews Band tank and pulls it over her head slowly, teasing me inch by inch. In one quick move, she ducks under my arm as she pulls the shirt the rest of the way off. I just look at her, stunned that I didn’t see that coming and at her beauty.
Licking my lips, I think she wants to play a little cat and mouse, and this cat is ready to pounce on his mouse. I take a step toward her, and she takes a step backwards.
“Going somewhere?”
“Uh huh.” She winks and takes another step.
“Your bedroom?”
“Yes…”
She crooks her finger, begging me to come to her, and I go to her. Before I get to her, she turns and runs down the hallway, ending in her bedroom, and she spins around to face me before she gets to the bed, sliding her shorts down her tan legs as I come to a stop a few inches from her. My cock twitches, as she stands before me in a blue lacy bra and matching panties. Holy fuck. She is gorgeous.
“I think you need to catch up,” she breathes out, running her fingers down the side of my face, “you have too much on.”
I kick off my shoes, unfasten the buttons on my polo, and pull it over my head, tossing it on the floor next to the bed. She looks at me as I unfasten my belt, biting her lip as I take my time. I stop, leaning in to taste her pouty lips. They were begging me to kiss them.
She moves my hands out of the way and finishes unfastening my belt and pops the button on my shorts open, and languidly pulls the zipper down. Placing her hands on either side of my hips, she pulls the restrictive material down my legs. As she uncovers me, she gasps as the sight of my cock strains against the taunt cotton of my boxer briefs, and lets my shorts fall to the floor.
I hesitate for a moment, and she becomes the aggressor, pulling me into her, kissing me. She wraps her arms around my neck and leads us onto the bed, and I put my arm around her waist and lay us down on the bed, not stopping our kiss, leaning on my forearm. I move my arm from underneath her and caress her silky soft skin on her abdomen to her breasts, stopping at her breasts to tease her nipples through the lacy material as I move to my side.
Emily squirms under my touch and I tug on her nipple, causing her to gasp, breaking our kiss. She moves her arms from my neck and runs her fingers across my shoulders, down the backside of my arms and back up the front side, stopping at my pects for a few seconds. She gets a glint in her eyes, like she’s thinking about teasing my nipples, but decides not to and rubs down my abs to the elastic of my boxers.
She dips her fingers in between my skin and the fabric, teasing me, making me needy for her touch. I look at her with a look of “are you sure you want to go there?” and she doesn’t hesitate as she puts her hand all the way in, grabbing my throbbing cock in her soft hand. My hips thrust into her, pushing my cock all the way into her hand. Her eyes widen as she feels the size of my manhood in her hand.
Two can play at this teasing game. I tease her nipples again and move my hand down her body to her clit, massaging it until she’s withering under my body. Her hold on my cock is tight and can’t wait to feel other parts of her around it.
“Please, Patrick,” she says breathlessly.
“Please what?” I play dumb as I continue to massage her.
“I’m almost there, please keep going…”
“I hadn’t planned on stopping, baby.” I lean down and kiss her, consuming her thoughts so she doesn’t know if she’s coming until she’s coming. She moves her hand from me and places it on my arm, squeezing it as she gets closer to her release.
She tenses under my hand and moisture coats my fingers as she starts to moan into my mouth, and I feel her body trembling next to mine. That will be the first of many orgasms. She pulls away from me, trying to catch her breath and she looks at me with a look of bliss on her face.
“Ready for another?”
“Um. I can’t come more than once,” she shyly states.
“I bet you I can make you come a
gain.” I wink
“I would enjoy you trying.”
“Challenge accepted.” I rip her panties from her body and she gasps. “I guess I should have asked if you liked them.”
“Let me take my bra off, because I do like this one.” She laughs and she raises up, but I help her take it off, and her breasts escape from the lacy material and I can’t stop staring the pertness of them, licking my lips wanting a taste.
“Do you need help with your boxers?” she asks after she cleared her throat.
“Maybe.”
She leans over, hooking her thumbs under the material and pulls down as I lift my hips up to help her get the boxers off my body. Her eyes widen as my cock springs to life after the fabric trapping it is gone, and she gets the material to my knees and I finish kicking it from my body. She timidly takes my cock in her hands and strokes it from base to the tip, making me groan in pleasure.
I move myself between her legs, pushing her back onto the bed, and kissing her as I fall on top of her, my hands stopping my body inches from hers. She raises her hips, wanting me to fill her. I line myself up to her and as I’m about to enter her, it dawns on me, I’m not wearing a condom and freeze. This has never happened.
“Um?” she says, confused.
“I forgot the condom. I have one in my shorts.” Idiot.
“Oh. Yeah, good call.” She smiles as I move off her and pick up my shorts off the floor, digging in the pockets for a condom, one of five I’d placed in there.
“Got it.”
I rip the package open with my teeth and roll the condom on before resuming my position. She is waiting for me, and I enter her in one fluid motion, filling her, stretching her, overwhelming her.
Thinking to myself, I don’t want this to be quick, but I don’t want it to last all night. I have plans that include her, and I pull out of her, languorously, and slam into her, causing a soft moan to pass over her lips. Making her come again will be fun as I fuck her into bliss.
A thin sheen of sweat covers our bodies, and I can feel her pleasure building, as mine is about to explode. I move my hand in between our bodies, finding the center of her desire, and massage it until she’s panting underneath me, about to come undone.
I remove my hand and she pouts a little, and I bite her lip, turning the bite into a deep kiss. Shorting my strokes into her, I pick up the pace as I put my hands under her ass, and she tenses—she’s on the edge of releasing. I can’t hold on much long, she’s milking me, making me want to come.
“Come, Emily. You know you want to,” I say, strained.
“I…I’m…” is all she can get out as I slam into her, coming as she comes on my cock. Her body’s trembling under me with a look of utter satisfaction on her face. She’s gasping for air, trying to catch her breath.
I pull out of her slowly, looking around for a trash can or something. I spot Kleenex on her nightstand and notice a trash can next to it, and I carefully get off the bed and make quick work of disposing of the condom. I return to the bed to lie next to her, caressing her body as she catches her breath from our passionate experience.
“I’ve never…” I kiss her, not wanting to hear about the others before me.
“Me too.” I’ve never had a connection like that to a woman, ever.
“Wow. I think I need a nap.” She says as she rolls over, grabbing a blanket on her bed and covers up. “You?”
“I think that sounds like a great idea.” I pull her into me, my sensitive cock stirs, but I will it down as I rest my head on a pillow that smells like Emily and I feel myself drifting to sleep.
Three long days since Patrick made love to me. Three days that I’ve wanted him to pound me like there’s no tomorrow. Monday and Tuesday, neither of us was off work in time to see each other before it got too late. Monday, I had a work emergency and had to go in after someone broke in, and yesterday, Patrick had a day trip to Vegas and I hadn’t talked to him since the plane landed there, but we had texted on and off until I fell asleep waiting for his call.
He was supposed to return to Reno last night, but I haven’t heard from him since eleven thirty last night. Since I have some comp hours from Monday, I’m taking off before lunch. I’m planning to surprise him at his office, but I had better call Kristin to see if he’s in today. I pick up my cell phone and dial the number that I saved as Patrick’s office.
“Patrick Matheson’s office, this is Kristin. How may I help you?”
“Hi, Kristin, it’s Emily. Is Patrick in today?”
“Hello, Ms. Janes. Yes, he is. I’d transfer you to him, but he’s in meetings at the moment and it would be voicemail.”
“Oh, good, I was worried. Will he be finished by noon?”
“I would think so.”
“Fantastic. I’ll come see him at lunch, don’t tell him though.”
“Your secret is safe with me. When you get downstairs, have security call me and we will get you up here.”
“Thank you so much, Kristin.”
“No worries, dear. See you in a bit.”
“Bye.”
I hang up the phone and smile, thinking that I can’t wait to kiss him and feel him close to me. My next client should be arriving in a few moments, so I try to focus on work instead of replaying Sunday afternoon in my mind.
“Come, Emily…”
I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that and made me hotter, turning me on hotter than I’ve ever been, and desire builds in my body. I find a piece of paper on my desk and fan myself with it, trying to cool myself down.
A knock at the door pulls me out of my lust for Patrick as I see my client waiting at the door for me. I stand up and show her in as I close the door behind her, and I hope work can refocus my attention.
“Hello, Ms. Orhe. How are you?”
“I’ve been better,” states the elderly woman. “I have my grandchildren living with me now. I need some assistance until the state gets their paperwork straightened out.”
“Okay, let me see what I can do. Do you have everyone’s birth certificate or documentation that they are living with you, income verification, and utility bills?”
“Yes, ma’am. I included all the paperwork I’ve received from the state too. That way you would know where they were in their process.”
“Thank you. That will be a big help.”
“Let me get this info entered into the computer and then I’ll have some questions for you, okay?”
“Yes, thank you.”
I look through the paperwork and the sixty-eight year old grandmother has custody of her eight grandchildren. Their parents are in various stages of the Nevada corrections system. She decided to adopt them instead of them having to deal with an unstable life with their parents if she just fostered them. She works full time as a pharmacy tech at a small drug store not too far away.
After inputting all her information and all the children’s, it’s evident that I would be able to offer her most of the services that we have here. She’ll receive food, clothing, assistance with her utilities, and afterschool care.
“I can offer you help with everything you need help with. Also, we have before and after school programs and a summer program too at no cost to you.”
Tears well in her eyes, she wipes them away, but more come and fall down her cheeks.
“Oh, bless you. I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to get help. Oh, God bless you,” she says over and over.
“You’re welcome, Ms. Ohre. Let’s go get you some food to take home. You can come twice a week for food, and if you see you’re running out, please call me.”
“Thank you. You’re very kind.”
We walk to the pantry and I help her get enough food to last a few days. I make a mental note to call my friend at another pantry to get her on the list as well. This food won’t last too long with eight growing children.
I help her take the groceries to her older van and load them in for her.
“Thank you again, Ms. Janes. Bless you.”
“You’re welcome. See you in a few days, Ms. Ohre.”
She drives away, and I feel amazing that we were able to help someone make sure that children didn’t go hungry. I walk into my office and finish my notes with her case, but my throat dries out and I need a drink.
I head to the Coke machine and purchase a Coke, and as I return to my office, a florist walks in with a beautiful bouquet of creamy yellow and red lilies.
“Delivery for Emily Janes,” says the rushed driver.
“That’s me.”
“Sign here, please.” He hands me a clipboard and I sign. “Thank you, enjoy the flowers.”
“Thank you,” I say as I look for the card to figure out whom they are from.
I take them to my office, sitting down at my desk opening the tissue paper around them so I can see the entire bouquet. Even the vase is gorgeous. In the center of over two dozen blossoms is a white envelope that simple states Emily. I open the small flap, pulling out the heavy cream colored cardstock, and read the message.
Dearest Emily,
I’m sorry I haven’t called—phone mishap.
Please accept this as my attempt at an apology.
I’ll call as soon as I can.
P.H.M.
Dearest? Did he write this himself? Him referring to me as dearest is romantic and his handwriting, I am stunned as it puts mine to shame. I wonder when he did this? He would have had to do it early this morning to have them delivered before noon.
Noon! I was going to leave by noon. I hurry up and get my paperwork done, and turn off my computer. I leave the flowers on my desk so I can enjoy them, if I take them with me, they will wilt in the SUV when I go see Patrick. I grab my purse and briefcase from the drawer and head out the door, locking my office behind me, deciding that Mr. Matheson deserves a kiss, a long sensual kiss that leads to sex!
The drive to CUGC is a short one as it’s on the other side of the interstate a few blocks over. Traffic is moving at a good speed and I make up time. I pull into a garage next to the building and park as soon as I see an unreserved spot. I take my time walking to the front of the building, trying not to make myself a sweaty mess since it’s so hot outside.
