“We should shower,” I said and pulled myself towards the tub. I turned on the water and pulled the lever to send the water spraying out of the shower head.
Without letting go of me, we climbed over the edge of the tub and stood in the spray. We took turns sudsing each other up. I paid special attention to his beautiful cock, and it hardened under my touch. I grabbed it and stroked as he leaned and found my mouth with his lips. His tongue explored my mouth, languorous and unhurried, like he was drinking me in.
His cock swelled even harder in my hand, and I broke off our kiss to look at it. Huge and beckoning me, I looked up at Jay and smiled before kneeling. Water pelted down on my head, splashing into my eyes and mouth as I kissed and licked the shaft but I didn’t care. I opened wide and took it into my mouth, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down over it. Jay ran his fingers through my sopping hair and held my head to guide my pace.
I wanted nothing more than to taste him, to have his cum fill my mouth. I moved faster, willing the cock’s eruption.
“Easy,” Jay said. His hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me up.
“Why did you stop me?”
“So I can bury my cock in your pussy.”
He flicked off the water and lifted me over the side of the tub. Water dripped from our bodies, and I reached for a towel. But he pushed my hand away from the towel and nudged me along until I was standing back in front of the mirror.
As he had done before we’d gotten into the shower, he stood behind me. Though this time he was fully erect, and in no time he was spreading my lips and guiding his cock into me. My hands flew up and rested on the glass to keep me upright.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
I opened my eyes, and looked to his eyes, but they were busy roaming over my wet body. My nipples had hardened from the relative coolness of the air, and he reached a hand around to squeeze them.
All the while his cock kept thrusting into me, my pussy began to jitter, another orgasm was about to overtake me.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice loud and forceful. In the same breath, he’d ripped his cock from me and now clutched the end of it in his fist.
I watched for a few moments, assuming he had cum. After a few breaths, he let go of the cock and picked me up carried me into the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. The condom box was still sitting on my bedside table, and he took one out and rolled it down his erect cock. He laid on the bed, nudging himself between my legs. Once again, his cock was at my entrance, and he guided it in, pushing with his hips until he was deep inside me.
I rested my hands on his ass and filled with delight each time his ass muscles clenched and unclenched as he pushed into me. Sensations of joy filled my body, and I tilted my pelvis to make his public bone grind against my clit.
I moaned as orgasmic waves washed over me. He grunted and groaned and thrust deep into me before collapsing in his own orgasm. Once again we found ourselves laying side by side and staring up at my bedroom ceiling.
“So much for the shower,” I said.
“I thought it was a pretty good shower.”
“But then we got all sweaty again.”
He looked at me, grinning and said, “I guess we’ll have to have another one.”
Jay was so gorgeous I couldn’t help but trace my finger along his face. He let me, and stayed motionless while my finger moved over his chin, his cheekbones. I ran it along the bridge of his nose. A sense of deja vu gave me goosebumps. My finger ran along each of his dark eyebrows until it reached his hairline.
18
“Thanks for coming over,” I said after a few breaths.
“I’m glad I did.” He stayed staring at the ceiling.
“I guess that’s the benefit of dating someone without a job, weekday sex.”
His crinkled eyes shone as he chuckled, “Good thing, huh?”
I laughed with him though my insides were still in disbelief at the sight of the man in my bed. Even though we had finally had sex, that I finally gotten what I was after, I couldn’t help but feel something more for him.
Eventually we got out of bed and dressed. I pulled on jeans and a fresh t-shirt and Jay put his suit back on, but left the jacket and tie hanging on the doorknob. I poured us each a stale cup of coffee. We sat in our old seats at the dining table.
“Was I the only reason you were upset?” he asked.
“No. Yes. I don’t know. Normally I can bury my head and ignore Calvin, but It seemed like with everything going on with you, that I lost my ability.”
“Sorry.”
“Or maybe Calvin’s just getting closer and closer to forcing me out.”
“Did you give that folder to his boss?”
“No,” I admitted.
“I’m telling you, do it." He said in his stern voice.
“I sent my resume out, that’s positive.”
“Not from your company’s perspective, I’m sure they’d hate to lose you.”
“Tell that to my boss.”
“Your boss sounds like a real dick, I wouldn’t be surprised if his boss was working on a way to fire him with cause.”
“Heh, that’d be awesome.”
“You would help them by giving over the file.”
“That’s too much dreaming, I can’t take the risk.”
“What’s the risk if you plan on leaving anyway?”
“Maybe,” I hesitated, “I’ll think about it.” Maybe he was right, I had thought about it, but I always chickened out.
“Good.”
Another thing I was chickening out of, all afternoon I’d been wondering why was Jay so nearby my condo? And why was he wearing a suit? But did I dare ask him after what happened last time we’d sat at this table? I took a sip of my coffee, debating. In the end, like the email file, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind.
A far larger, more important thought took over. I loved being with him. It was difficult to imagine a better way to spend my time than sitting with him drinking coffee. I should be wary. I should keep my guard up. But every time his eyes caught mine I melted.
My stomach grumbled, and I realized it was almost two. “Hungry?” I asked.
“Starved.”
I threw a frozen pepperoni pizza in the oven. When I bent over to put it in, Jay grabbed my hips and dug his groin into my ass. I wiggled my hips, and his cock twitched. As I closed the door, I stood, but he kept a firm grasp of me. I leaned back into him, and he reached around me, placing one of his hands on my breast and the other on my crotch.
The thick material of my jeans lessened the impact of his touch, but before too long I was sucking in my stomach and he slid his hand down the front of my pants.
“The pizza won't take very long, you know.”
“I’m amusing myself while I wait.”
I closed my eyes while his fingers worked through my matt of hair and down to my now hypersensitive mound. He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Being in his presence was electrifying. For the first time in a year, my body felt alive. I moaned in approval.
My breath quickened, and I inched my feet apart willing his fingers in. His hand left my breast and traveled up to my mouth. His fingertip ran over my lips before I opened and sucked his finger into my mouth. I could have stayed there all day, in his arms and leaning against his strong frame.
But he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go sit down.”
He pulled his hand from my jeans and led me to my sofa. I sat beside him, snuggled close against his body, my head leaning on him. Jay wrapped an arm around me, I felt at home. Like I could spend all eternity right here, right now. Part of my brain was screaming at me to get away, to make it only about the sex. That he, like all men, couldn’t be trusted. But the comfort his presence instilled in me eclipsed the screaming.
We didn’t even talk as we waited for the pizza to cook. Only sat against each other, content with all the world. The timer buzzed and toge
ther we took it from the oven, sliced and plated it and went back to my dining table.
Completely relaxed, I smiled at Jay and said, “I wish you could stay here all day.”
“So do I,” he replied, “but I have dinner engagement to attend that I can’t get out of.”
“Oh. What kind of dinner engagement?”
“A meeting with,” he paused and looked up from his pizza, searching my eyes, “just a meeting with someone about a job.”
“That’s great news!”
Jay nodded and went back to eating his pizza.
“What job?” I asked.
“Something in IT. Just a plain old boring normal job.”
“Is that why you’re wearing your suit?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I was being prepared.”
“Like a Boy Scout.”
“I never made much of a Boy Scout.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter now that you’re a man.” I raised my eyebrows at him. Then cursed myself, I am such an idiot.
“A man who’d like to bend you over that chair and fuck you senseless.”
“I think you’ve already achieved that today,” I said giggling.
Jay’s eyes shone as he flashed his big smile at me. “I don’t like to leave a lady disappointed.”
“I don’t see how you could.” Not with that body or that smile.
“Are you up for more tomorrow?”
Hell yes. “Sure, what time?”
“I'll come here in the afternoon, then we can go out to dinner.”
“And come back here afterwards,” I said hopefully.
“Absolutely.” His eyes twinkled, sending my pulse racing.
We finished our pizzas and sat at the table chatting.
Jay looked at his watch. The watch that, until now, I hadn’t noticed was chunky and expensive looking.
“I have to go,” he said, standing.
I stood up and ran my hands down the front of my jeans. “Shame,” I said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grasped my hand, and I didn’t want him to let go.
“See you tomorrow.” My lips longed to be against his.
He bent over and kissed my lips, my cheek. When his mouth reached my ear, he lowered his voice and said, “Wear a thong.”
I blushed, envisioning what we would get up to tomorrow. I struggled to reply, and only managed to say, “Okay.”
“Good, I’m looking forward to seeing you in it.”
My cheeks burned as he turned, put on his jacket and tie, and walked the few steps to the door. He opened it, and I watched him walk to the elevator from my doorway.
While he was waiting for it to arrive I called, “And Jay, thanks for coming. I was really upset, and, well, now I’m not.”
The elevator doors opened. He reached out his hand to hold them open, turned to me and said “It was a pleasure.” Then he stepped inside and was gone.
19
After he left, I picked up my phone. Five texts from Calvin, three new voicemails that are no doubt from Calvin and seven texts from Sam. Unable to face dealing with Calvin, I texted Sam.
All okay, had to get out of there. Spent the afternoon in my condo being ravished by Jay ;)
I picked up the bits of my work outfit I’d shed for Jay in the hallway, tossed them in the hamper and walked into my bedroom to straighten the bed. I chucked some towels on the bathroom floor to soak up the remaining water. My phone beeped.
Need to know more, get your ass to the bar for Friday drinks!
She always made me laugh. I glanced at the phone’s clock, Sam would still be at work for another thirty minutes, meaning I had plenty of time to meet her and Jenny at the bar. As much as I’m dying to share my afternoon with them, I can’t face a conversation with Sam about how Calvin reacted to my absence.
No way, Calvin might find out, besides my legs too wobbly to walk
My phone beeped a second later.
Get your ass to the bar
I shot one straight back.
Can’t, I’ve been used up and getting ready for more
The last thing I needed was for them to show up at my doorstep, demanding a tell all. I had to find myself a thong for tomorrow.
I sat for a moment, tapping my finger to my teeth. Contemplating. I texted Jay.
I want you to fill me with your cum
After I hit send I threw myself onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow. I can’t believe I did that. A nanosecond later my phone beeped, and my heart raced. I was almost too scared to read the text. Almost.
Is this supposed to mean no more condoms? J
I released my breath. Yes Jay, that is exactly what it means. Jenny would kill me. I didn’t care, I was on the pill. I trusted he was clean, and I wanted to feel the silkiness of his cock against my pussy walls as he exploded into me.
Absolutely
I dug deep. Any hint of sexy panties had sunk to the bottom of my drawer. I piled utilitarian underwear onto the top of my dresser until I reached the long forgotten layer.
What would Jay like? He’d said a couple of things to make me think he’s a lingerie man. Matt never much cared, and I’d long ago abandoned any attempt at looking sexy in favor of comfy wear.
But I managed to find a cheap black thong I’d forgotten all about and held it up to my hips to see if it would fit me. Surprisingly, it would. And I had a lacy pink balcony bra to pair it with. Happy I had a solution, I crammed everything else back in the drawer.
Giddy, I plunked myself on the couch and flicked on another old romance movie.
20
I showered, put on my thong and bra then looked at myself in the dreaded bathroom mirror. The memory of Jay fucking me in front of it sent heat coursing through my veins all over again.
I blushed at the memory and worked up the nerve to survey myself. The bra is okay. A pretty thing, but not necessarily a sexy one. The thong. Yeah. I'll have to do a bit of trimming down there, as it is it’s a black triangle sitting on a bed of curly straw. As long as Jay approves. I’d run out right this minute and buy something nicer, but I don’t have the cash to spare.
I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth. Brushed my teeth again then dug out a bottle of long-forgotten mouthwash. I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear. Jeans seemed boring. Plus they limited his access to down there. But every dress I pulled out seemed either too formal, too work-like, or too dowdy.
My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the bathrobe draped over the chair. Could I? What would he think? I guess I’ll find out. I put on the thong and bra, pulled on the robe and plunked myself in front of the television to wait for his arrival. He didn’t give me an exact time; the afternoon was a big range, and I hoped he meant sooner rather than later.
Just past two, I buzzed Jay in.
I stood beside the intercom, took my robe off, put my robe back on. Took it off again. When I’d come up with the idea, I’d envisioned myself greeting him like Marlene Dietrich but now it became apparent I could never be so sultry. Through the condo door, I heard the elevator open. Jay would be here in seconds. I whipped my robe back on and was in the process of tying it when he knocked.
I opened the door, and my heart stopped. Jay stood in the frame, smiling and holding a large bouquet of white lilies up in front of him. He was wearing fitted jeans and navy dress shirt that clung to his muscles. How did he get better looking each time I saw him? “Abbie, whoa,” he said, a smile sprang across his face, “What have we here?”
Beginning at my neck, he ran his hand along the edge of the robe. My heart pounded, and I swallowed as he moved it lower. I fiddled with the robe, holding it shut over my hips. This was a stupid idea, what must he think of me?
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what time you’d get here and was just getting dressed.” He pulled opened the top of the robe, revealing my bra.
“And here I thought you’d intentionally given me the best welcome.”
I laughed. “Maybe that’s exactly what I was doing.
”
“Whichever it is, I like it.” He leaned over and kissed me, careful not to crush the flowers between us.
I took the flowers and reached over to set them on the kitchen counter. The action caused my robe to fall all the way open. His hands went across my skin, around my waist until they reached my back and pulled me tight against him. Jay pushed me a couple of steps into the condo and shut the door.
We kissed, our tongues darting around each other's. His hands moved down, onto my ass, caressed and squeezed my cheeks before finding the fabric of my thong and traced his fingers over it, running them between my ass cheeks.
Jay’s hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. He put me down on my feet and took a step back.
“Lose the robe.”
I pulled it off my arms and tossed it towards the chair. Jay’s eyes raked over me, and I stood motionless, my heart a flurry in my chest.
“Spin.”
I turned to face away from him. In a combination of embarrassment and arousal, I felt the heat of his eyes on my ass. He came up tight against my back and dug his hardness into me.
“See what you do to me?”
My entire body quivered, and I stood a little taller. I loved turning him on. I loved the effect I had on this gorgeous man. Most of all, I loved the way he made me feel.
I turned around to face Jay, and our eyes met. His usual warm eyes looked devious. I tilted my head and scrunched my eyes, challenging him to take me.
With one hand, he pushed me onto the bed, and I landed sideways across it. Without undressing, he climbed over me, kissing my thighs, my belly. He ran a finger under the strap of my bra and tickled my neck with it when he reached the top of my shoulder.
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