by Adela Knight
I pulled his head to mine and kissed him. When I pulled back and looked into his eyes I said, “Tell me what you want.”
A small smile touched his lips. “I want you to sit in the chair with one leg over each arm so you’re spread open for me. I want to see you. All of you. Then I want to bury myself in you. I want to taste your juices. I want to make you come again until your juices are dripping from my lips. And when I’m done, I want to bend you over that table and take you from behind while I watch your face in the mirror. After you come again—tightening around my cock—I’m going to come inside you. And judging by the way my cock feels right now. I’m going to fucking explode. That’s what I want.”
I blinked at him a couple of beats. I wasn’t prepared for his very detailed and graphic answer. Then I smiled at him and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I love a man who knows what he wants,” I murmured.
I sat down in the chair and Rivers helped me put my legs over the arms of the overstuffed chair. He knelt in front of me and reached forward to grip my hips. He nudged me forward, until I was right on the edge of the seat.
He ran his fingers down the inside of each thigh before he touched my sex. Rivers touched everywhere, softly gazing at each inch of me. I watched him. His eyes were soft, liquid. He glanced up at me quickly and then bent his head forward and sucked my clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it and then sucked on it gently.
As soon as his mouth touched me an ache built. The familiar heat warmed me, heated me to a level I thought I’d internally combust. Rivers knew how to work his tongue. Between licking and sucking my clit and rolling his tongue around it, I was writhing in the chair in seconds, my heavy breathing loud in the room.
“Rivers,” I breathed and threaded my fingers through his hair.
His head lifted and he looked at me. His eyes were glassy and he had a dazed looked on his face, one I’m sure was mirrored on mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
“What?”
“You called my name. Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no! Don’t stop.”
He smirked and buried his head in my pussy again. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against my swollen pussy lips. His breath tickled in a way that made me squirm in a whole new way. I moaned and scooted closer to the edge of the seat.
Rivers pumped his tongue in and out of my slit. He flicked it against my insides and pulled sounds from me I should have been embarrassed uttering but didn’t give a hot damn about at the time. I just didn’t want him to stop. I was on the fast track to an orgasm and it was going to be huge if the heaviness in my belly and tits were any sign.
I held Rivers’ head to me with one hand. My fingers ran through his hair. Sometimes fisting and pulling with the feelings he created in me.
His tongue continued to flick in and out of my pussy when he reached up and massaged my breasts. He pushed his hands under my top and bra. He alternated between twisting my hard nipples and pulling on them and it drove me wild. My hips bucked. I moaned and my head rolled back and forth on the back of the chair.
“Look at me, Julia,” he ordered. I looked down at him between my legs. His lips glistened from my juices. “Don’t come.”
“I—”
“Are you close, baby?”
“Yeah,” I moaned.
Rivers pushed back on his heels. He kept a hand on me, or rather in me, the entire time he undid his pants. He stood and yanked them down one handed. His erection burst free, hard and ready.
With one arm he swiped the magazines off the table next to the chair. He took a little more care with lamp and potpourri. Then he helped me stand up. He held me close to him and kissed me deep and thoroughly. “Taste that sweetness, baby? That’s you. You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day.”
His words pull a moan from me and I fisted my hand in the front of his shirt. He loosened my hand and gently turned me around and pushed me forward so I was bent over the table. He kneed my legs apart. “Spread for me, Julia. I want to see myself going into you.”
“God, you’re going make me come right now if you don’t stop talking like that.”
He chuckled and pushed up my skirt. I watched him in the mirror in front of me. He guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy and let it rest there a beat while he glanced up to make sure I was watching. He gave me a half grin before he looked down where our bodies would join. He thrust hard and buried himself deep inside me. I gasped his name and came. The walls of my pussy tightened around him, squeezing and grabbing at his cock. My body tensed and I arched my back as the waves of excruciating pleasure rocked through me.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed when I could finally speak. I looked at him in the mirror. His face held a soft smile.
“For what?”
“You said…I tried not to, but you didn’t give me any warning—”
He chuckled and thrust inside me deep and hard a second time. I gasped and gripped the edge of the table until my fingers turned white. “I knew you’d come. That’s why I did it. I wanted to see you surprised. And you were beautiful, like I knew you would be.” He rammed inside me again and I moaned. “You like that don’t ya? A little hard? Just a little rough?” He thrust inside me to make his point.
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
He pulled almost completely out of me and then rammed forward, burying his cock as deep as possible. He raised an arm above us and rested his hand on the mirror for leverage as he continued to thrust inside me. I felt his body start to vibrate. The arm wrapped around my waist shook and squeezed me tighter to him. His fingers dug into my flesh.
“You gonna come for me, Rivers? Hmm? You feel so good ramming your cock inside my pussy. Does it feel good to you?”
He grunted an answer.
I looked at him in the mirror. The tendons in his neck were corded and his shoulders were tight. “You close? You gonna come? I want you to come for me. Look at me in the mirror. Show me your eyes. I want to watch you come inside me.” His gaze immediately snapped to mine and a tremor started in his body. I saw his teeth bite down on his full bottom lip to hold in a groan, but a deep growl ripped from low in his throat anyway.
He dropped a few open mouth kisses across my shoulders before he moved my hair out of the way. He sucked on the back of my neck before he kissed it and laid his forehead on the spot. “What have you done to me?”
“What do you mean?” I turned to face him and pushed my skirt down while Rivers redid his pants.
“I’ve never…I don’t do…I’ve just never met anyone like you before. This is going to sound stupid and I’ll probably scare you away when I tell you, but I was raised in Louisiana. I had a nanny who was heavy in the voodoo arts. She told me I would go years looking for my other half only to leave behind a string of women. She told me I’d get to a place in my life where I’d give up on love and just use women for companionship. Then one day “The One” would walk into my life and everything would change like that.” He snapped his fingers in the air. “She said in one breath I’d feel like there was no such thing as love and in the next I’d know the true meaning.”
I looked at him and tried to understand exactly what he was saying. “Are you saying I’m “The One?”
He laughed. A deep rich sound that made butterflies swarm in my chest. “Hell, I don’t even know if I think my nanny was sane, forget about “The One.” I’m just saying, when I got on that subway car today I was done with relationships and when I got off it with you I’d changed my mind.”
“We hardly know each—”
“Yeah, we hardly know each other. Except I know you have a heart shaped freckle on your left ass cheek that can make me hard just thinking about it. And the way you sound when you come makes me want to make you orgasm again and again just to hear you.”
I pushed away from him. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know. But isn’t that what the whole dating, relationship thing is for? Getting to know each other?
I guess I’m trying to figure out if there’s a chance when I walk away from you tonight I’ll get to see you again.” When I didn’t answer right away one side of his mouth tipped up into a half grin. “Without resorting to stalking and private investigators.”
I laughed and pushed my hair behind my ear. “No stalking necessary. I was hoping this wasn’t just a hook-up for you, because this definitely isn’t my normal behavior. I generally get a guy’s name before I have subway sex with him.” I pursed my lips to hide a grin.
Rivers chuckled. “Duly noted. And just so we’re clear, tonight isn’t my norm, either. Um…I’m gonna,” he pointed to the door, “go to the room across the hall and let you do whatever it is girls do in here. It must be different than us guys. We don’t have a chair and table with this smelly wood stuff on it.” He looked at the potpourri and made a face before he put it back on the table. He picked up the magazines and spread them out on the table like they’d been before we ransacked the place. “Okay, I’ll, uh, meet you at the table.”
“Wait!” He looked at me over his shoulder. “Would you mind waiting in the hallway?”
“Julia, I swear to you, I’m not going to ditch you.” His voice was so soft it made my heart skip a beat.
I giggled. “That’s good to know. Thank you. But, actually, I’m more worried that we won’t have a table to go back to. We’ve been in here a long time.”
“Huh. Never thought of that. Nah, it’ll be fine. My friend knows I wouldn’t have left a whole steak behind.” He winked and walked out the door.
“That’s the ladies restroom,” a woman’s voice snapped at Rivers.
“I know. A lady is still using it. She’ll be out momentarily.”
Ugh. Really? He did not just say that.
Smiling I used the restroom and cleaned up. An older lady with orange-red hair that could only come from a bottle because there was no way a color like that came from nature, gave me a scathing look when I walked out.
She sniffed. “Hmm.”
Rivers grabbed my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist. “Ready to eat? Jesse, my friend who owns the place, ordered us two new entrees since our others were somehow delivered to the wrong table.” He winked and smiled at me.
“Oh, is that what happened?”
“Mm-hmm.” Rivers stood in the aisle while I slid into the booth and scooted in behind me. “Okay, let’s play a game.”
“A game? Hmm. That could be dangerous with you, I think.”
“Nah, I’m harmless.”
“Don’t believe him. Hi, I’m Jesse. You’re Julia, I’m guessing.” A blond man about my height held his hand out to shake mine. I place my hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his mouth and let his lips linger on my skin a little longer than necessary. It made my skin crawl.
Dude, I don’t even know you. Wait…that’s weird. I never really thought about that with Rivers and I would’ve already been having sex with him by now.
I pulled my hand from his and smiled. “You’d guess right.”
“Well, I hope you two enjoy your dinner as much as you did my ladies’ room.” He grinned.
“Actually, I found your ladies’ room a little overdone for my taste, but I did enjoy the person who was in the room with me.” I gave him a cool smile.
If you meant to embarrass me, buddy, epic fail.
He chuckled. “Touché. Have a great night. Nice to meet you, Julia.”
“Don’t mind him. He’s a douche.” Rivers dismissed Jesse and gave me all his attention.
“I thought you were friends?”
“Oh, we are. Guy’s just have a different friendship code than girls do.”
“Okay. I’ll take your word on that. So, this game?”
His eyes twinkled with a little mischief and a little excitement. “It’s easy. I say a word and you say the first word that pops into your head. Then I say the first thing that comes to mind when I hear your word and so on. I used to play this with my brother and cousins all the time when we were kids. I started using it as an ice-breaker on dates a few years ago.”
“Okay. I’m game. Go ahead and start.” I angled my body toward him.
“Remember, this is supposed to be a fast game. Say the first thing that comes to mind.” At my nod he said, “Jesse.”
“Perv.” I wrinkled my nose.
Rivers laughed. “Me.”
“Sweet.”
“Julia.”
“Easy.”
“Wait, time-out. I say your name after sweet and you say ‘easy’ after your name?”
“Yup. Aren’t you supposed to say the first thing that comes to mind? We aren’t supposed to be discussing our answers are we?”
“No, but—”
“It’s your turn, Rivers. The word is ‘easy’.” I looked at him.
“Over.”
Over, really?
“Um, under,” I said.
“You.” His lips twitched.
I looked down and tried to hide a smile. “Hot.”
“Sex.”
“Orgasms.” I arched a brow.
He smirked. “Multiple.”
“Thank you.” I grinned.
“For coming,” Rivers answered.
I burst out laughing. I laughed so hard I snorted. I covered my face with my hands until I could take a breath again. Rivers sat watching me sipping his Coke and grinning.
“Just to be clear,” he said when I finally calmed down from my laughing fit, “I meant thank you for coming to dinner with me, but I suppose the way you took it applies, as well.”
I started laughing again. He chuckled and shook his head. “Okay, okay. It’s my turn,” I said. “Since you mentioned dinner, that’s what I’m thinking about now. So I’ll say ‘dinner.’”
“Tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not playing the game anymore,” Rivers said as the waitress slid his meal in front of him.
“Neither am I.”
Rivers held the door open for me and I stepped outside. The late September air was brisk, chilly. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to warm them. Fall had settled in, and while the days were still warm, the nights were growing cold. An ominous prelude to the normally brutal winters we suffered.
“I wish I had a jacket on so I could be all gallant and offer it to you.” Rivers smiled and wrapped me close to him. I soaked up his body heat.
“That’s okay. This feels good too.”
“Let’s grab a cab. It’s too cold to walk all the way to the subway.”
“Okay. Where are we going?”
He’s going to invite me to his place or ask to come to mine. Sex. That’s what tonight is about. I have to remember that. Just because he seems like a nice guy—this is still just about sex.
“I was hoping you’d go see a movie with me?”
Huh. Not what I was expecting.
“A movie sounds good.”
Rivers hailed a cab and we drove to the nearest theater in blessed warmth. Even so, he kept his arm around my shoulder and my body pulled against him. I wasn’t complaining. The guy was built. He wasn’t big by body building standards. He was lean, but he was defined, all hard lines and taut muscles. I didn’t mind being up close and personal with his body. Not. At. All.
“What do you want to see?” He studied to board of movies showing. “The new romance?”
I looked at him and grinned. “Are you a chick-flick guy? Because, you don’t have to watch a mushy love story to get me into bed. We’ve done that already.”
“Actually, we haven’t done it in a bed. Yet.”
The word yet sent electrical currents through my body. Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream. Yet. Oh damn. I couldn’t wait to get into bed with him. If he was that good in a subway seat, I could only imagine how incredibly awesome he’d be in a bed, on the floor, the kitchen table, the couch, the—
“Does that sound good?” His words pull
ed me back to the present and away from my X-rate fantasies of him and me having sex on every surface in my apartment.
“Huh?”
“The comedy?”
“Oh, yeah, that sounds great.”
We got our drinks and popcorn and found some seats in the theater. I was glad he didn’t beeline it to the back row. I kind of wanted to watch the movie, not have sex in the theater…although, having sex in the theater would have been great, too. Either way it was a win-win.
We sat holding hands through the movie. He didn’t once try anything inappropriate. I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or not. Happy, I decided. It proved we could spend time together without banging each other’s brains out.
It was late when the movie was over and even though it was Friday and I could have stayed out partying, I was zapped. We stood on the sidewalk in front of the theater.
“Well, I guess this is goodnight, then?” He put his hands in his pockets and straightened his elbows. His shoulders rose and he reminded me of a teenager asking his crush out on a date. He was so damn adorable.
“Yeah.”
“Where are you headed?”
“Midtown.”
“I’d share a cab, but we’re going opposite directions. But I don’t want you to ride the subway so I’m going to pay for you to go home in a cab, ‘kay?”
“No—”
“Yes.”
He hailed a cab and handed the cabbie a hundred dollar bill. “Take the lady anywhere she wants.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rivers started to shut my door when I yelled, “Wait!’
He ducked his head inside the car and looked at me with an arched brow. I reached for him and he grinned. “I was hoping you wouldn’t just leave.” He slipped in next to me and the taxi merged into traffic.
“Nice place”
I smiled. “No it’s not.”
Rivers chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. “I’ve seen worse.”
“Do you want something to drink? I’ve got the hard stuff.” I held up two Cokes.
He nodded. “Thanks.” He wandered around the living area and looked at photographs I had haphazardly hanging on the walls in a sort of eclectic, shabby chic fashion.
