by Jessica Wood
Well, until now. I wanted to take back my words, to not let her have the last say. But I knew it was too late. The words were said and couldn’t be taken back.
But to my surprise, she stopped and turned back to look at me. The moment our eyes met, I felt a flutter against my chest that I hadn’t felt before.
“Why? Why should I stay?”
“Maybe we got off on the wrong foot.” I tried to think of something to say that would get things back on track, because I needed to make her mine tonight.
“If you say so.” She looked at me with a look that I couldn’t place.
“So my name is Dean. It’s nice to meet you.” I reached out my hand to her. The nice-guy approach never fails, I thought as I prepared to lay on the charm.
“Hi.” She looked at my outstretched hand for a second before finally reaching out her hand.
The moment we touched, I felt a rush flow through my body. My cock throbbed against my slacks and I knew I needed to have her—to claim her. I needed to feel more of whatever this was that I’d just felt.
“I’d like to see you again.” My statement was laced with promises of a fun time. I took a step closer to her and seductively moved a loose strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear.
“I’m sure you do.” She sounded amused. And interested.
Her words weren’t what I had expected but I kept my composure and smiled at her.
“Grab a drink with me.”
She met my eyes and studied me. “Are you asking me out?”
I smirked. “No.”
There was a flash of confusion in her eyes, and I knew I was breaking through her wall. “No?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I wasn’t asking. I was telling you what’s going to happen,” I challenged.
Then the last thing I’d expected happened.
She laughed. Not a girly giggle, but a hearty laugh.
“You sure are one cocky guy.” She looked me up and down, taking me in.
I flashed her a crooked smile. “I have a lot to be cocky about.” With only inches of air separating us, I felt the bulge inside my pants grow the longer I stood in front of her. It’d taken all my self-control to not pull down those skinny jeans and fuck her here and now until she was screaming out my name in pleasure.
She gingerly licked her lips and leaned an inch closer to me before whispering, “I’m going to put this as bluntly as possible so there is no confusion here. I’m. Not. Interested.”
Her words felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. “Why the fuck not?”
To my surprise, a grin spread across her face. “Because you can’t handle me.”
I heard the flirtation and challenge in her voice, and I knew there was still a chance. She was just playing hard to get.
Before she could react, I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me, closing out the few inches that separated us. “You wanna bet.” I pressed myself against her jeans so she could feel how hard I was for her.
She inhaled sharply as her eyes widened in surprise. “I’m not the betting type.” Her voice was firm and committed, but I knew she was cracking under my control.
“I was just being nice. It’s not really a bet when I know I can handle you.”
Her breath caught and her body arched against me as I lower my mouth against her neck and slowly traced my tongue from her collarbone to her earlobes. When I reached her ear and inhaled her scent, I was near my breaking point and was about to lose control. “Fuck the drink, you’re going home with me, and I’m going to show you just how I’m going to handle you. All the fuck night long.” My words came out hoarse as my breathing became ragged with each passing second.
Suddenly she pushed me away and her expression turned cold and distant. “My answer is no. Let’s not do anything we’d regret.”
Her response pissed me off. “I never regret fucking a girl,” I lashed back.
I thought I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. “Okay, I’ll be more clear. Let’s not do anything I’d regret.”
I reached for her hand, and against her resistance, I held it against the rock-hard bulge that was pulsing against my pants. “Trust me baby, you won’t fucking regret this.”
She finally yanked her hand away and backed away from me. “You’re bad news, and I’m not in the market for that.”
I saw the visible lust on her face, and I knew she didn’t even believe herself. But before I could convince her otherwise, she turned and walked away without another word.
“Aren’t you going to at least give me your name and number?” I called after her.
She waved her hand up as she walked away, dismissing my question. I watched as she strutted away, her hips swinging from side to side. God, she has a sweet ass.
***
I left the grocery story feeling annoyed, frustrated, and dejected. I needed a stiff drink tonight.
With a quick glance at my gold Rolex, I immediately pulled out my phone and dialed a number.
“Hey. What’s up, bro? Why are you calling at this time of the night?” Damian’s voice came from the other end of the line.
“Dude, it’s only 9:15 p.m. I wanted to see if you wanted to grab a drink tonight. I could jump in a cab and be at Damian’s in a couple of minutes.”
To my surprise, I heard Damian yawn. “Tonight?” I heard the hesitation in his voice. “I don’t know, man.”
“Shit, I’ve known you since we were pledges at Chi Omega and you’ve never turned down going out. What happened?”
He laughed. “Yeah, no kidding, I know. I can’t believe I’d ever say this, but I’m pretty happy staying in tonight.”
“Seriously?” I couldn’t believe that I was hearing this.
“It’s been a long day at the bar and watching Izzy while Alex is at work. Plus, Izzy has been a bit fussy lately, so we couldn’t get her to fall asleep until 8 o’clock. So we had a late dinner and just finished putting away the dishes. I’m actually ready for bed.”
“Fuuuck. Is this what happens?”
“Happens?”
“Yeah, when you get in a relationship? You become a completely different person?”
I only heard laughter on his end. “Dean. I know it’s a bit shocking. If you told me two years ago that in two years’ time, I’d meet a woman I actually wanted to spend time with, and that I’d fall in love for the first time, and have a baby, I’d probably punch you in the face and say you’re fucking crazy. But here I am, and it’s just been great.”
“Oh my God.” I just could not believe that the Damian Castillo, my fraternity brother from college, the guy who was like my perfect wing man, the guy who didn’t do relationship, my brother from another mother, was telling me this.
“What?” His voice shook with mirth.
“You’re a fucking pussy now.”
“Love you, too buddy. But seriously bro, one of these days, when you least expect it, you’re going to fall for someone hard, and the next thing you know, you’ll be making her breakfast in bed, and you’ll be loving it.”
“Are you fucking try to jinx me here. That’s wrong, man. Just wrong.”
Damian laughed. “Anyway, I actually need to get going. Alex is about to fall asleep, and I want to kiss her goodnight before she does.”
“Ugh! I’m about to gag over here.”
He hadn’t seemed to hear my comment. “Hey, we should catch up soon. Alex wants to see you, too. We should meet up sometime. We’re at the Ferry Building every Sunday for the farmer’s market, and can meet you somewhere around there for brunch one coming Sunday. Just pick one and we’re there. Okay, gotta go. See yah.”
Before I could answer, the line went dead. Damian had hung up on me.
“What the fuck. Some friend. And what kind of man does brunch?” I asked aloud as I stared down at my phone in confusion. I’d always known Josh when he’d been in a relationship, so I’d accepted his pussy-whipped status. But Damian? Damian used to be more anti-relationships than
I ever was. He’d told me once that he wouldn’t even go down on any girl because that’d come too close to a potential relationship. So seeing that Damian was now pussy-whipped too, that was something I wasn’t sure I was ready to accept.
Feeling more irritating and out of sorts, I needed to get my head straight. I hadn’t planned on going out and getting laid tonight. In fact, I had the 9 a.m. meeting with Parker, Inc. tomorrow. But for some reason, the idea of being alone tonight was too much to handle.
I pulled up my fuck buddy contacts on my phone and scrolled through my option. I texted Red Delicious to see if she was free tonight. I then texted Veronica, the blonde from last night. She seemed pretty eager.
And sure enough, I was right. Seconds after I shot off the text, her reply came through:
Veronica: I’m free tonight. You seriously left me hanging last night. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Now come on over so I can suck that throbbing cock of yours until you cum all over my face.
I smiled at the text and replied: One throbbing cock coming right now.
As I jumped into a cab and headed toward Veronica’s place, I vowed that I wouldn’t change for any woman. I was never going to make the fatal mistake of getting into a relationship.
CHAPTER THREE
For some reason, I woke up frustrated and anxious this morning. My thoughts immediately went to the girl from last night, and while my cock twitched in excitement, I felt frustrated and pissed off. I could still smell the way her perfume teased me, I could still picture the way she bit her lips, and I could still hear the way she taunted me when she said,“because you can’t handle me.”
“Mmm.” Veronica shifted in her sleep as she laid on top of me.
Why the fuck did I stay over last night? Annoyed, I immediately moved her off of me.
This was one reason I tried not to stay over at a woman’s place after a late night fuck session. I hated cuddling. After an intense fuck session¸ I was hot and sweaty, and so was the chick. I didn’t want to feel another over-heated body on top of my own. It was completely irrational to me how anyone would want to cuddle after sex.
But sometimes sleep outweighed that annoyance, and after the three hours of intense fun last night after a long day’s work, I’d accepted the consequences and crashed over.
I looked at my Rolex. 6:55 a.m. I groaned. I had the 9 a.m. meeting with the Parker, Inc. people. I needed to get home to shower and change. But before I could get out of the bed, I felt a warm, wet tongue move along the shaft of my dick.
“Good morning to you, too.” I chuckled as I closed my eyes and enjoyed her lips.
“Mmm, you’re already so big and hard.” Her voice was full of lust and hunger.
“Gotta love that morning wood.” I smiled at how unbelievable the blonde’s mouth felt on my cock as she licked and sucked on it with growing speed.
Just then my phone beeped, indicating that I’d just received a work email. Fuck, what is it now? I can probably guess who that is!
“Baby,” I grunted as she sucked on my balls, “can you hand me my phone?”
“Oh, sure. Is something wrong?”
“No, just work emails. I probably need to send out a real quick response.”
She handed me my phone.
“Thanks.” I paused and noticed that she was just standing there. “No need to wait on me, baby. You just continue using those gorgeous lips of yours.”
She giggled and began working on my cock again.
I pulled my work emails up and wasn’t surprise to find an email from B. Parker. Does this fucker ever sleep?
I clenched my jaw and felt my body tense as I read his email, and it had nothing to do with the blow job I was getting from Veronica.
To: Dean Chase
From: B. Parker
Re: Parker, Inc. - Acquisition & Escrow Draft Contracts
Mr. Chase:
Attached please find a number of comments and suggested changes to the draft contracts you circulated yesterday. Incorporate these changes and have a response to each of the comments for our meeting at 9 a.m. Also, print out paper copies of the revised drafts for Trent and I so we can discuss them at the meeting.
There are quite a few changes, so I would advise that you start these changes as soon as you can to ensure they are done prior to our meeting.
See you promptly at 9:00 a.m.
B. Parker
Acting Vice President
Parker, Inc.
In a fit of rage by his demands, I immediately shot back an email.
To: B. Parker
From: Dean Chase
Re: Parker, Inc. - Acquisition & Escrow Draft Contracts
B. Parker:
I will review your comments and changes as soon as humanly possible. Since my dick is currently in and out of a girl’s throat, I am a bit indisposed at the moment. I will turn to the contract the minute I’m free.
Thank you in advance for understanding.
Regards,
D. Chase, Esq.
Associate
William & Sutter LLP.
I waited for a reply, knowing that it was going to come, knowing that I’d gone too far, knowing that he was going to rip me a new one.
But to my surprise, nothing came.
That’s odd.
“I really love giving head in the morning,” Veronica purred from below.
Shit, I almost forgot that she’s there!
“I’ll bet.” I smiled down at her, refocusing my attention on my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. “Gotta get your morning vitamins.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned in agreement as she took the entire eight inches of me into her warm inviting mouth.
“Fuck, baby! Those lips and my cock are like a match made in Heaven!” I threw my head back as her lips and tongue moved up the length of my shaft. “I’m about to come!” I warned.
Taking my cue, she released me from her mouth and began to move her hand up and down my cock. With her mouth open and tongue out, she waited hungrily for my release as her fingers began to take me over the edge. Within seconds, I lost control and came all over her face. I smiled in satisfaction as I watched her lick up and swallow every last drop of my cum.
“My cock. Breakfast of champions.” I laughed.
“Best. Breakfast. Ever.” She grinned up at me in delight.
“Thanks for a fun night, baby.” I got up from the bed. “I gotta run though. Got some work to do.”
“Really?” I saw the disappointment in her eyes as she watched me get dressed.
“Next time I’m in need of those incredible lips of yours, I’ll give you a call.” I walked to the door.
“I hope it’s soon. Thanks for breakfast.”
I laughed, turning back to her as I walked through the doorway. “Everyone’s gotta take their vitamins.” I gave her a wink before I closed the door behind me.
***
“Hi Dean, same thing today? Latte with a double shot of espresso?” The cute barista behind the cash register beamed at me.
“Morning, Jane. Great memory there! You’ve been working here for what? A week?”
“Four days.” Her eyes were wide with eagerness as she couldn’t take her eyes off me.
“You’re looking extra pretty today.” I saw the freshly applied lipgloss on Jane’s lips and the light black t-shirt that hugged her breasts. She’s wearing a padded bra today, I snickered to myself. Jane was new at Peet’s Coffee & Tea, the coffee shop across the street from my office. I knew she had a crush on me, but as much as I’d love to fuck her, I wasn’t going to. I liked going to this coffee shop in the mornings, and I didn’t want to have to deal with seeing Jane every morning if I fucked her and left her.
“Yup, I’ll have that latte.” My stomach growled in protest and I looked at my Rolex. 8:29 a.m. “And let me also get a chocolate croissant.” I flashed her a smile and wink, and watched her face flush pink in response. I won’t fuck her, but doesn’t hurt to flirt with her.
As I waited for my coffee and croissant, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. “Latte with a double shot of espresso.”
I looked up to see who had just ordered the same thing I did. My chest instantly tightened when I saw that it was none other than the girl from the grocery store, the one who I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind.
How was it that she was here at the coffee shop I frequent every morning, ordering my exact drink, and standing right in front of me? This must be a sign—a sign that I will fuck her and own her.
“Hey gorgeous.” I walked up to her as she finished paying. She looked up and I saw her tense up when she saw that it was me.
“Oh. It’s you.” Her words were short, but I could tell that a part of her desired me.
I raised my eyebrows at her. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I licked my lips as my eyes moved down the curves of her body, lingering at the delicate flesh peeking through the opening of her blouse.
“My eyes are up here, buddy,” she barked as she folded her arms.
“And what beautiful eyes they are,” I replied smoothly, not missing a beat. I flashed her one of my smiles that usually caused women to melt at my feet.
But, once again, my charms seemed to have no effect on her. Instead, she went to grab her coffee that sat ready on the counter and turned to walk away.
“Hey, hold on!” I grabbed my coffee and croissant and ran after her out of the coffee shop. “Give me a minute.”
To my surprise, she stopped and turned to face me.
“I’m sorry,” I heard myself saying. “I didn’t mean to be rude.” I wasn’t sure what came over me and why I had just apologized, but somehow, those words just came out.
“Well, that’s putting it mildly.”
“Okay, so I can be a bit blunt,” I admitted.
“A little?” She gave me a doubtful look.
I chuckled and shrugged. “What can I say? I see a gorgeous woman that I want to take out, I go for it. So maybe sometimes my approach is a bit off.”
