by Sweet, Izzy
Even the people walking are different. Sneakers and jeans give way to heels and designer dresses. Everyone has a phone and everyone is talking on it or looking at it.
I don’t belong here. What was I thinking?
The cab comes to a stop. It would be so easy to tell the driver I’ve changed my mind and to give him the address to my apartment. It would be so easy to tuck my tail and run, to stand up AJ and give him a taste of his own medicine.
I hand the driver enough cash to cover the fare and a small tip. I step out of the cab, it takes off as soon as I close the door behind me. Now there’s no going back.
I turn to look at AJ’s building. I have to tip my head all the way back to glimpse the top. Pulling out my phone, I double check the address. Yep, this is it. He lives in the penthouse. It’s going to be a long elevator ride up.
With my heart in my throat, I approach the building. A doorman greets me, holding the door open for me. I feel underdressed as I enter the building. I’m in my jacket and black dress. I’m just a lowly file clerk. The guy who just held the door for me probably makes in a day what I earn in a week.
There’s a security desk, but I must be expected. I wonder if the guard’s note says to look out for the poor girl, the one who doesn’t belong. Send her right up. The guard waves me on towards the elevator.
I walk up to the elevator and push the button for up. It’s starting to feel surreal. The doors open right away. It’s as if destiny is doing everything in its power to propel me forward. I step in. The button for the penthouse sits above the rest. I push it.
I knew AJ was well off but this…
What’s a guy like him doing on online dating sites? Especially ones that are free. What’s a guy like him wanting to do anything with a girl like me?
The elevator ride isn’t long enough. I’m not ready yet, I’m so not ready.
I step out when the doors slide open. Now I’m in a tiny hallway. There’s a security door in front of me. It’s unlocked and open a crack. I’m unsure of how to proceed.
“AJ?” I call out.
I can’t see anything through the crack only darkness. There’s no answer. Maybe that’s just another hallway.
I push open the door a bit more but beyond is only more darkness. The elevator dings behind me, it’s leaving.
“AJ?” I call out again.
First, I check my phone for any messages. There are none. Then I shoot AJ a quick text.
Me: Do you hear me?
I hear a phone ding. Is it his? That’s really weird. It came from somewhere in the darkness.
I send another text to see what happens.
Me: I think I’m lost?
A phone dings again. It must be his.
“If you’re trying to freak me out, you’re doing a very good job,” I say.
None of this makes any sense. Did he lure me here as a prank? Is he taking video of me or something to post for laughs on the web?
I turn, I’m done with this. I’m going to push the button for the elevator and go home.
My phone dings and vibrates. It’s a text from him.
AJ: Come in. I have a surprise for you.
Me: No way. This is serial killer type of stuff.
AJ: You know I’d never hurt you. Trust your heart.
My heart can’t be trusted, but I guess if AJ really wanted to hurt me, he could come out and grab me before the elevator makes it back up.
Dammit. Here goes nothing. YOLO
Chapter Six
I step into the darkness. My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid it’s going to bust right through my chest. I’m taking slow, steady breaths, trying to keep myself calm. I really want to hyperventilate. What am I doing?
I’ve never had the best night vision. The light of the hallway is casting enough illumination that I can vaguely make out the shapes of furniture but not much else.
“AJ?” I call out.
Why is it dark? With the kind of money he seems to have surely he can afford to keep the lights on. Maybe there’s a light switch around here?
I step to the left and feel up the wall. My fingers slide across the grainy plaster but find nothing to flip or push.
“AJ, this isn’t funny.”
What kind of surprise could he possibly have? Are a bunch of people going to jump out and shoot confetti at me? I don’t hear anyone, it’s deathly quiet.
It’s stressful enough meeting him for the first time without having to play silly games on top of it. And knowing that he’s somewhere in the dark watching me is starting to seriously creep me out.
If this is a horror movie, I’m totally screwed. I’m not a virgin. I’m so going to die.
“AJ, I’m going to leave.”
I haven’t moved more than a step inside the door. I don’t want to abandon what light I have.
Something moves at my right. I turn my head to see it. A surge of adrenaline roars through my veins. My muscles tense. My fight or flight instincts are kicking in.
I’m grabbed and spun. I shriek. The door slams shut, my purse falls from my hand. Just as my eyes were starting to adjust there is now only pure and total darkness. I’m blind.
Lips touch mine. Warm, soft, full lips kiss me. They taste of mint and taste of man.
The kiss is electric. I’ve never felt anything like this. This must be what it’s like to have your world rocked. To feel the earth move beneath your feet.
I never thought I’d taste him before getting my first glimpse of him. I reach out and grab hold of crisp linen, I deduce it must be his shirt. Beneath the fabric, I can feel a hard warm chest.
The lips are insistent. Pushing, pressing, seeking, they’re urging me to open. They want me to part my lips and let him in.
By the kiss, he guides me backwards until I’m up flat against a cold wall. I feel an arm touch the wall on either side of me. Now I’m trapped.
He’s taller than me. He’s bending down to reach me. I feel so small. He seems so huge, a towering mass looming in the darkness.
He groans with pleasure as I part my lips for him. I feel immense satisfaction that I’m affecting him. But he’s affecting me as well, I’m growing damp.
I wish I could see him. I wish I could see the beautiful man who seems determined to have his way with me. It must be AJ. It feels like him. My body is responding to him like he’s a magnet. Humming, vibrating, I’m pushing myself against him. He’s so warm, the wall is so cold. I shiver at the difference.
My blood seems to be rushing downwards. The more I touch him and the more I kiss him, the more aware I am of myself. A throb is pulsing between my thighs, a wanting ache is awakening in my belly. I can’t get enough air in my lungs. I feel so lightheaded.
He smells so good. It’s a crisp, clean scent that reminds me of the ocean. My hands tighten in his shirt. Over our smacking lips, I hear a button pop off. Then another. Oops. I’m ripping his shirt open. I want to touch his skin. I want to explore his grooves and ridges.
My fingers travel downwards, the tips brush against the smooth leather belt in his pants. He leans into me, pushing his body against mine. His hips push into me. I spread my feet, practically inviting him.
Then I feel him. Hard, long, and thick. His hardness grinds into me, grinding my soaked panties against my sex, against my throbbing clit.
I moan into his mouth and feel him shudder. Suddenly his kiss becomes frantic, becomes hungrier. It’s as if he’s trying to consume me.
His arms move then his hands are slipping behind my back. He grabs me by the ass then lifts me off my feet. We’re moving. I find myself clinging to him, clutching and grabbing the shirt I ripped open.
I still cannot see a thing with my eyes open. The air is rushing past. I’m afraid we’re going to crash into something, he’s moving so fast. How can he see? He must just know where everything is.
I start to drop. I’m falling and he’s coming down with me. I cry out, this is going to hurt. I land on something soft, I bounce against it. It mu
st be a bed.
My heart can’t take much more of this. The way it’s racing, the way the blood is surging through my veins. The way my sex is throbbing, my core is aching. I might very well die of a heart attack.
“AJ!” I exclaim.
His weight nearly crushes me. He readjusts. His warm breath pants against my neck. His hard chest is pushing me into the bed. His hard cock nestles between my thighs. I squirm. I want it.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs and kisses my neck.
Oh, I like that.
Strong fingers cover my breast. He squeezes, I love the constriction.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his hot breath washes over the wet spot he left where he just kissed.
I shiver and break out in gooseflesh.
“Yes,” I breathe out. I like it. I like everything he is doing.
His hand leaves my breast. It travels down my stomach, between us. Then he lifts my dress, pushing it up to my waist.
I hold my breath with anticipation. I even spread my thighs for him. He touches me, there, and cups my sex.
He groans that scratchy, sexy groan of his, “You’re so wet.”
My hips lift off the bed, pushing my sex against the palm of his hand.
Now I know I’m dreaming. I expected awkwardness when we first met. I assumed it would be a little difficult, gluing together what I knew of him, his voice, his thoughts, his consciousness, and making it stick to the real life person.
But I still haven’t seen him.
He’s still the voice, he’s still the entity I’ve mentally created. So far, I don’t have to adjust my perception of him to match the reality of him. I don’t have to suffer any disappointment.
I’m going to enjoy every minute of this.
I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex once. It was an awkward, painful, fumbling affair after senior prom. It was two teenagers doing it without knowing what the hell they were doing. I think, at least, it was good for him.
“I have to taste you.”
I’ve never done oral before. I’ve never had oral done to me. I’ve never had a guy with his face down there. I’m horny as hell but freaked out about it. I rather just have him inside me in the way I know.
“Wait, what?” I say but my butt is lifting off the bed and he’s sliding my panties off me.
I feel weight against my thighs, spreading me, opening me wider. My eyes strain in the darkness, trying so hard to see. What is he doing down there? Should I stop him?
His tongue drags along me, hot and wet. His tongue travels along my folds then across my swollen clit.
Oh. My. God.
Intense and extreme sensation. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I didn’t know pleasure like this even existed.
Then he’s doing it again. Slowly, his tongue drags against me. I’m dying. This must be what death feels like. It’s way too much, way too intense. I can’t handle it.
I want to push him away, I feel like I should push him away, but my hands have their own ideas. My fingers tangle into his hair. They grab, they try to pull him into my sex.
His tongue moves faster. First, it laps at me. Then it’s flattening, pressing, savoring. He sucks me into his mouth. I cry out and shudder. He’s sucking my clit.
He has to stop, I’m going to die. My mind knows I can’t handle much more of this. My body doesn’t care, it can’t get enough of it. Overloading, overwhelming me with burning, liquid sensation.
There’s pressure, so much pressure. It just keeps building and building inside me. Am I expanding? How much more of this can I withstand?
I don’t understand what’s happening. This is so different than what happens when I’m alone, exploring myself on my own time. It feels as if I just jumped off a cliff. I’m free falling. Falling, falling, I’m going to crash. I’m going to break. I explode.
I cry out, my body convulses. His fingers are digging into my thighs, keeping my legs open for him. His mouth covers me, swallows me, and devours me until I’m done cumming all over him.
Floating back down, between the darkness and the mind-blowing orgasm, I’m disoriented. I don’t realize what he’s doing.
My dress flies over my head. Cool air hits my skin. I start to catch my breath, coming down. I hear him fumbling around. What is he doing?
“AJ?” I ask.
I sense him still, “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Putting on protection.”
“Oh.”
We are really going to do this, have sex the first time we’ve met. I still haven’t seen his face. My eyes are growing accustomed to the dark. He appears above me. I stare up at him, focusing on his face.
I know his voice. I know this is the man I’ve been talking to. But is that the face above me that he’s lead me to believe that is him. What is he hiding? Why are we in the dark?
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
He’s hovering above me. I sense him tense.
I reach up for him, my arms wrap around his neck. I pull his face down to me. My mouth answers him with a kiss.
I just can’t get enough. I’ve been so lonely on my own these past few months. I’ve been traveling a desert and he’s the blessed oasis.
I desperately need this human connection. I desperately need him. I’ve spent night after night fantasizing what it would be like to be with him. What it would be like to make love to him.
I want him inside more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.
His body follows his face. His weight settles on top of me. I gasp feeling his naked skin against my skin.
The kiss deepens. His tongue distracts me as his hairy thigh nudges my legs open once again. When did I close them?
Then I feel him, hard, thick, and pushing against me, seeking entrance. I’m so wet, he just slides on in. I moan into his mouth as he stretches me. I feel so full with him inside me.
He starts to withdraw. The friction, oh my God, the friction. He drives into me suddenly, hard and fast, stealing my breath.
He holds himself there for the briefest, most lovely moment. We’re completely connected now. I feel all of me wrapping around him, molding around him. He’s touching the deepest part of me. He’s touching me like no one else has.
He kisses me. His lips claim mine just as his body has, hard and fast.
Then he’s groaning, “I love you, Hailey,” and slamming his cock into me again.
My nails rake his flesh. I lose myself in the moment, let myself get swept away in the emotion, in the sensation. I let go again.
AJ is a man possessed, something has come over him. I cry out his name. I buck beneath him. The sounds of our skin slapping together becomes a melody to my moaning chorus.
There’s too much pressure, there’s too much pleasure. I can’t contain any of it. I’m exploding again.
It’s as if I’m dying, I’m reborn, and then I’m dying again. I can’t fight it. I can’t control it. I can only survive it.
I’m clutching at him with my hands and with my sex. My inner walls spasm and pull him deeper in. Wet, there’s so much wetness.
He grunts as he hammers away at me. Then I feel him swelling, pulsing. His thrusts slow and deepen. He rolls his hips, grinding against my clit. Then he’s grunting and telling me he fucking loves me as he experiences his own orgasm.
I hold him until the last tremor passes.
We catch our breath, he slides out. I feel cold as he leaves me. I hear him messing about and assume he’s discarding the condom. Then I blink and he’s back, pulling me into him, rolling until we’re now spooning in bed.
I fall asleep listening to him breathing. Sometime during the night he wakes me up by kissing my neck. We make love again with him behind me in the spooning position. We fall back asleep both blissfully sated.
Chapter Seven
When morning comes, I feel refreshed. I feel like a new woman. I can’t wait to get my first glimpse of him.
AJ is still holding me, he hasn’t l
et me go all night. His naked front is molded and sticking to my naked back. He must still be sleeping. He’s breathing deeply, slightly snoring.
I glance over my shoulder to get my first glimpse of him. At first I can’t believe it.
I gasp. Oh, my God. I muffle my mouth with my hand. I don’t want to wake him
Carefully I lift his arm, scoot away, and then gently lower it. Slowly I inch my way off the bed.
My black dress is on the floor, I grab it. I turn around, clutching the dress to my chest.
Please, let it be a trick of my eyes, please let it be a mistake I think before I look at him again.
A bright beam of sunlight shines in through the curtains. His face is clearly illuminated. Even asleep he’s breathtakingly handsome. It’s Andrew, there’s no mistaking it, but it doesn’t make any sense!
I have to get out of here. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to keep from running. I tiptoe out of his room as fast as I can. I left my shoes. Screw them. I only stop briefly when I spot my purse and only because I need my phone and my cash.
I make it to the elevator and start jamming the button. Come on, elevator come on. It dings and then I hear him.
“Hailey?” Andrew calls out.
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
The elevator doors slide open, I jump in.
“Hailey?” he calls out again and appears from around the corner.
The elevator doors start to close. I’m jamming the button. I don’t care if my finger breaks.
He starts running, he’s still completely butt naked. It’s such a silly sight, him naked, running for me through his extravagant penthouse apartment.
The doors close and the elevator starts to move. I let out a relieved breath.
After slipping my dress over my head, reality starts to set in.
I start laughing, hysterically laughing. The universe’s humor is seriously sick. The man of my dreams just turned out to be my stepbrother. I slept with him!
AJ is really Andrew. I totally got catfished.
