by Ally Nelson
“Shh,” he said. “No noise. Use your energy to come for me.” He began to suck her harder, pressing his fingers into her. She felt the itch of her orgasm, heat building, and he paused for a moment with her right on her edge, then he gripped her clit tightly with his lips and she dove over into her climax. It washed through her, heat and wet and echo, and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out. He was right; the soundlessness gave her an even more intense orgasm.
He stood and, with April watching with glazed-over eyes, he reached into a cabinet and pulled out two pieces of rubber band. April recognized them as what nurses used to tie around a patient’s bicep when they were drawing blood. Dr. Goodfreid, however, began to tie her ankles to the stirrups. April’s excitement grew—she had an affinity for being bound lightly, which was exactly what Dr. Goodfreid was doing. How he guessed that, April didn’t know, but she smiled widely, wordlessly, giving her approval.
“Lay back,” he commanded as he began to undo his belt. “I very much enjoy having you all to myself,” he said, more to himself it seemed, than to her.
He stripped his coat, shirt, and pants, then he walked over and locked the door. He walked to April and stood at her breasts. He smiled, then continued walking. He reached into the cabinet again and grabbed a condom. Prepared, April thought. He unrolled it over his erection and smiled at her. He entered her, and, as April strained gently against the restraints, she felt his enormous cock fill her. She longed to moan, to show her pleasure, and she found that she could communicate her arousal and desire for him with her hips, grinding them against him slowly. He put his hands on her hips to assist her as well as to brace himself, and he groaned as she tightened the muscles in her vagina, gripping his cock tightly within her.
“Bad girl,” he whispered. He slapped her thigh lightly, leaving a small blush of pink on her light skin. April responded by tensing the muscles a few more times. “What are you doing,” he said. “Morse Code?”
“Once for yes, twice for no,” she replied, breaking her silence.
He looked at her, his head cocked, and she closed her mouth. He nodded and closed his eyes, focusing on thrusting against her, the fronts of his thighs slapping against the backs of hers. His breath and pace quickened, and, when he tightened his grip on her hips, she drew her muscles against him one more time, sustaining the hold.
“Oh God!” he groaned as he came. He thrust several more times, the force of him against her strong and fierce.
He pulled out slowly and dumped the condom in the trash.
“April, you are the best fuck. You don’t even know how good you are.” He kissed her, first on the mouth, then his lips trailed down to her neck, between her breasts, and he kissed her once more at the top of her pussy.
April did, in fact, know how good she was, but she didn’t say anything. She smiled, still blissed out by her orgasm and the fucking she’d just been given.
Chapter Four
April drove home from her appointment with Dr. Goodfreid as if she was floating on a cloud. She had the entire weekend off, and though she had been extremely tired from her late shift the night before, now she was full of energy and ready to take on the rest of the day. Maybe she’d go shopping, she thought, or maybe even pack a lunch and take a day trip. Go for a hike. She gripped the wheel gently, and, after just a few blocks, pulled over to a bistro at which she was a regular customer. They had a killer happy hour and April frequented the place for their cheap wine and free Wi-Fi. Today, she was starving after her exam.
She walked in and greeted Carlos, the manager, then sat at one of her favorite tables and ordered a glass of wine. She looked at her watch—a little after ten o’clock. No matter; it was five o’clock somewhere, and she’d already accomplished everything she’d planned for the day.
She was poking around on the internet on her phone, sipping her wine, when she saw someone out of the corner of her eye standing close to her table, facing her. She looked up; she couldn’t hide the look of surprise on her face at the sight of Raul standing beside her.
“Hi gorgeous,” he said.
“Hi there!” she exclaimed, then apologized. “Sorry, I’m just surprised to see you here, after…” she trailed off and felt herself blush.
Raul grinned, and his smile lit up his face, making him even sexier than he had been a moment earlier. “I’m running an errand for Dr. Goodfreid. Can I sit?” he asked.
“Sure,” she kicked the chair across from her an inch with her toes. “Please do.”
He sat and looked at her eye to eye.
“I’m really glad I ran into you; I was trying to figure out if I was to get your number from your file, exactly how creepy you would find that…”
April was still blushing. She ducked her head and took a breath, trying to calm herself down.
“Not super creepy. Just a little. It would more depend on what you were planning to do with my number once you go it.”
“I wanted to ask you out for dinner tonight,” he said evenly. His eyes never left hers; they gazed deeply into her and she could swear he was trying to not just undress her, but fondle her, lick her, arouse her, with his eyes.
“You don’t know anything about me.” Of course April was going to say yet, but Raul didn’t need to know that. She liked to have fun with the men who were attracted to her. “I could be married.”
“I have a feeling you’re not married,” he said. “And, you’re not wearing a ring.”
“I could be a lesbian,” she countered.
“I’m fairly certain you’re not a lesbian,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in the beginnings of a smile.
“I could be annoying. Ridiculous. Terrible in bed.” She threw out each with an increase in the volume of her voice, keeping it just quiet enough so the tables around her didn’t stare, though, when she looked at the table behind her, April knew they were curious about what was going on.
“Are you going to be this difficult at dinner tonight?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
“Ah, so that’s a yes? You’ll go out with me?” His eyes, she realized, were almost two different colors. She smiled.
“I think that would be quite enjoyable,” she said. She batted her eyes at him in a way that she knew both looked completely natural and also drove men out of their minds with desire. “What time will you be picking me up?”
“Ah,” Raul looked like he hadn’t quite thought that far, bless his heart. “I’ll pick you up at 7:30,” he said. “Do you like Italian?”
“I find linguine to be one of the most sensual foods to eat.”
He leaned in, his nose just inches from her own. “I asked if you liked it,” he whispered. The sultry intensity in his gaze took her breath away.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I like it.”
* * * *
Several hours later, April was back in her apartment getting ready for her date with Raul. They had exchanged numbers and he had texted her to let her know he was still on schedule and would be picking her up at 7:30 for an eight o’clock reservation at Armada, the best Italian restaurant in town. April was excited; Armada was exclusive, for A-listers only. She was also confused; it seemed highly unlikely that a nurse, even a highly skilled one working in a private practice, could afford somewhere like Armada when it wasn’t happy hour. She wondered if there was more to Raul than what met the eye. Then, she smiled, because what did meet the eye was pretty damn fine as well.
She showered and shaved her legs and touched up her bikini area. She preferred a completely clean pussy and maintained it as meticulously as she did any other part of her body. The sensations were so much stronger and she knew that the men she was with appreciated it when they went down on her. She believed her shaved pussy was one of the reasons she’d never needed to ask a guy to eat her out; they did it voluntarily and, as far as she knew, enthusiastically.
She towel-dried her hair and rubbed lotion, lightly scented with lavender, all over her body. Walking int
o her closet, she selected a red lace G-string and matching lace bra. She paused before putting on her dress to look at her body in the full length mirror. She did, she agreed, have curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full, “more than a handful,” and her yoga classes had worked wonders to strengthen her abs. She didn’t have a six pack by any means, but anyone looking at her body would know that she was athletic, fit, and firm. She smiled and reached for her dress; it was a black jersey dress with a low neckline that it showed off the tops of her breasts, framing her pale peach skin with the black.
Finally, she selected a pair of black heels with straps that laced up to the tops of her ankles. They were a little daring, maybe even a little slutty, and they were her favorites.
At seven thirty, Raul rang her doorbell. He was prompt, to be sure. She answered the door and he whistled lowly.
“Have I mentioned how happy I am that I ran into you today? And how happy I am that I’d already kind of decided to jack your number from the system even if I hadn’t? Because if I haven’t mentioned that, please know that I am delightfully, exquisitely, undeniably, ecstatic.
He leaned in and kissed her. His lips on hers were not only surprising for their presence, but for their firm, warm insistence. She kissed him back, and he put his arms around her shoulders. She drew her hands into his hair, just above his neck, and he kissed her back into her apartment from the doorway. His tongue found its way into her mouth and prodded at her own. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hands explored everywhere else, her breasts, her waist, her hips, as though he had been mapping how he wanted to touch her all day long. He may have been doing exactly that, April thought as she kept her fingers firmly entrenched in his hair. She loved a man’s hair, especially when it was thick, soft, and slightly curly, just like Raul’s. She felt herself getting wet for the second? Third? She’d lost count…probably third time that day.
“You’re an incredible kisser,” she told him, and he responded by kissing her deeper, with more energy, tilting her head back, putting her off balance, but holding onto her so strongly she felt stable and supported.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
“Well,” she pulled away, smiling, “we should go to dinner, then.”
A look of mock disappointment crossed his face. “I guess,” he said slowly. “I guess I did say I wanted to take you out, not keep you in.”
“How about this,” she suggested, grinning flirtatiously at him. “We’ll go out, and then, if you behave, we’ll stay in.
Chapter Five
Armada was packed when they arrived, which was not a surprise. The restaurant was only open for dinner, and only from five o’clock until eleven o’clock, six days a week, because the food was just that good. The ambiance spoke of luxury, with dark, rich Italian tapestries on the walls, ornate fabric on the booths, and servers that were so well trained they could give you the entire menu if you asked for it, in English or in Italian.
Raul had handed the car off to valet, and a young man opened April’s door for her. She could tell by the way he looked her up and down, then back up again, that she had picked the right outfit. She smiled at him and winked; he blushed.
The host seated them at a private table in the upstairs portion of the restaurant, a small table for two in the corner. It afforded an amazing view of the restaurant, overlooking the downstairs seating as well as the bar.
April continued to be impressed, but she began to watch Raul carefully. There was something mysterious about him, something compelling. Beyond his gorgeous looks and his sensual energy, there was no chance in the world someone in his occupation could ever afford this table. The top level of Armada as reserved for people who had initials attached to their occupations. CFO, COO, CEO. Really, not even MD, though that was far more likely than RN.
Raul looked at the menu, and April looked at Raul. What’s your secret? She thought to herself.
“What do you like here?” she asked, pretending to examine the menu. She had studied it extensively that afternoon, figuring out exactly what she wanted, so she didn’t have to think about it at the restaurant; she’d wanted to spend that time concentrating on her companion.
“I like almost everything,” he said. “But my favorite appetizer is the spicy thruster.” He looked at her as he said this, his eyes slightly narrowed, his lips wet as he fixed his gaze on her.
She looked at him and took a deep breath. However, he did it, he managed to nearly undo her with just his eyes.
“The spicy thruster, huh?” she asked, not breaking eye contact. She dropped her shoe off of her right foot and bent her knee, lifting her toes to touch his inner thigh. His upper body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and he moved his leg to press into her foot.
“It’s a hot piece to put in your mouth,” he said.
April licked her lips. “Sounds like the perfect appetizer.”
They ordered the spicy thruster, their entrees, and a bottle of wine. Raul ordered the wine, and they toasted.
“To casual encounters,” he said.
“To casual encounters,” she replied, and felt a small amount of relief mixed with confusion. As she gazed at Raul and sipped her wine, she felt stirrings in her stomach that suggested at least a small part of her thought of Raul as something possibly worth more than just fucking. She tried to shake the thought, but the more she pushed it away, the more insistent it became. No, she thought. He’s not boyfriend material. But, the voice, the insistent one, came back to her. Why not?
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Just savoring the flavor of this wine,” she responded. “So, can I ask you something?”
“What’s a poor guy like me doing in a place like this?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Something like that, if that’s not too offensive of a question.”
“Not at all. I came into some money awhile back. My father passed away,”
“I’m sorry,” April interrupted.
“It’s okay,” Raul said. “We weren’t that close. It was sad, of course, but most of my good memories of him are from my childhood, and that was a long time ago. Anyway,” he reached down and massaged her foot with his hand. It felt divine. “He left me the majority of his estate. It wasn’t enough to make me a millionaire, but it was definitely enough to give me the opportunity to enjoy some of the finer things in life, like good meals and good company.”
April watched him as he spoke. There was something in his story, or in the way that he told it, that suggested he wasn’t telling her everything. She thought about whether or not to call him on that, see how he reacted, but she didn’t want to risk him ending the evening early, before she could find out more about him. Besides, she reasoned, it was very possible he was telling the truth and she was just misreading him. Though, she thought, that’s rarely ever the case.
They talked easily throughout dinner. They actually, to April’s surprise, had quite a bit in common. Raul practiced yoga as well, and had even gone through a teacher training program nearly ten years earlier, though he didn’t teach. They had both moved into the city at around the same time, neither had ever been married but both had been close, and they seemed to have the same perverted sense of humor about the silliest things, like the fact that their server’s hair looked like he’d stuck his finger into an electrical socket.
“Do you want dessert?” he asked when the server cleared their entrée plates.
“Of course I want dessert,” she responded, reaching across the table and taking his hand. Stop that! She thought to herself. Stop acting like you’re actually on a date here. This is foreplay, and to think of it any differently is a mistake.
“Do you want dessert from Armada’s menu,” he paused, squeezed her hand, “or from mine?”
“That sounds like a trick question,” she said, not taking the bait. “You know what my best friend always tells me?”
“What’s that,” Raul asked with a “this ought to be good”
smirk.
“That our lives would be greatly enhanced if we deleted the word ‘or’ from our vocabulary and, instead, replaced it with ‘and.’”
“As in, you want dessert from Armada’s menu and mine?” he chuckled.
“Exactly,” she said, putting her fingertip to her nose.
“That sounds a little greedy of you, April dear,” he said. The smile on his face said he was teasing her.
“I’m a greedy girl, Raul darling,” she matched his tone.
“You also appear to be a girl who knows what she wants. I like that.” He signaled for the waiter to return. When he did, immediately, Raul ordered a chocolate gelato for them to split. “Extra cherries,” he said, looking at April. When the server walked away, he continued. “Because I know there are no other cherries at this table.”
“You’re terrible,” April groaned. “A cherry joke? Really?”
Raul laughed and shrugged. “We’ve been here for nearly three hours! I only have two hours of good material. We’re down to potty jokes and cherry jokes.”
Three hours! April looked at her watch for the first time that night to see that he was right; it was nearly closing time at Armada. She took a sip of her wine and smiled.
“Well, as long as you don’t whip out a whoopee cushion,” she warned. “I think I can still agree to be seen with you in public.”
The chocolate gelato was absolutely delicious. There were some foods that put April in the mood to fuck not because they were necessarily aphrodisiacs (though chocolate certainly was), but because the sensory experience of eating them was so acute, so distinct, she felt as though she could just as well be fucking someone.
“You’re… enjoying your dessert,” Raul said as she moaned quietly around her spoon.
