by Adela Knight
“These are great.”
“Thanks. I took them.”
He looked over his shoulder at me. “Wow. You have quite an eye.”
I smiled and felt my cheeks pink. “Thanks.” I handed him his drink. He took a long pull before putting it aside.
Oh, wow, he even uses coasters. I think he’s perfect.
“So…what do you usually do when you bring a guy up to your apartment after a date?”
“Ah, I usually don’t bring guys here. But then again, I usually don’t have sex with them on the subway when I don’t even know their name, either. So I made an exception.” I shrugged a shoulder.
“Okay, then we’ll have to establish our own set of rules.” He plopped down on the couch, flipped off his shoes, put his feet on the coffee table and crossed them at the ankles. He squirmed down into the pillows and crossed his arms behind his head. “Yeah, this is comfy. Bring me the remote, woman!”
My mouth dropped open. “What?”
He started laughing and sat up. “I’m kidding.” He patted the seat next to him. “Why don’t we just talk?”
I placed my pop next to his on the table and sat down. He pulled me close and I snuggled into him. We stayed that way for hours and talked. He’d run his fingers up and down my arm or down the side of my face. I’d run my fingers through his soft black hair, but otherwise we didn’t do anything but talk. About everything and nothing. We talked about our jobs and our families. And debated whether pizza with pineapple on it can really be considered pizza. I’m pro pineapple, Rivers isn’t.
“You’re exhausted. I should go.”
I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him. “No I’m not.”
“Julia, I’ve been sitting here for the last five minutes watching you sleep on my chest. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sight. But you should be in bed.”
“Fine. I’ll go to bed.” I uncurled myself and stood, grabbing Rivers’ hand and pulling him up with me. “But only if you come to bed with me.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth my face flamed in a blush and I looked down at the floor. I don’t know why. It was stupid. I’d had sex with the man twice…once without knowing his name and with an audience! But we were alone, in my apartment. It made me feel vulnerable somehow. And I’d never asked someone to come to my bed before. I’d always stayed at Jackass’s apartment so I had control of when the night ended. He never stayed at my place.
“Julia,” he murmured close to my ear. I could feel his breath against my skin. “Don’t look down at the floor. Look at me.” I lifted my gaze to meet his. “Why are you so unsure of yourself? Can’t you tell that I’ve been sitting here worried you wouldn’t ask me to stay? Do you really think I could tell you no? Or that I’d want to?”
“I’ve just never done this before.”
“You’ve never had a man stay at your place before?” I shook my head. “Was it your choice they didn’t stay?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve never asked anyone to stay here, but you’re asking me? Now?” He framed my face with his hands.
“Yes.”
“Aw, hell, Julia.” His lips touched mine softly, just a whisper. I sighed. He pulled back a fraction of an inch, just far enough to say, “I love the sounds you make and I fucking love I’m the one you’re making them for.”
His lips caressed mine, brushing over them once, twice, three times before his mouth took mine and moved over it. His tongue working its magic as it made its way into my mouth and found my tongue to intertwine with. I moaned and fisted my fingers in his hair.
I walked backward through the apartment and pulled Rivers with me. When we came to my bedroom I led him inside. The room was dark and he started to turn on the light. “No! Not that ugly florescent lighting thing. I’ll turn this on.” I flipped on a small decorative lamp on my dresser. It gave off just enough light that we could see, but kept the room dark enough it was sensual, erotic.
Rivers walked toward me. He reached behind his neck and yanked his pull-over over his head and I sucked in a breath.
“Shit,” I whispered. He was ripped. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on all of him.
He undid the button of his jeans before he got to me and I could see his erection already straining against his jeans. “C’mere.”
Rivers pushed buttons through their button holes on my shirt. He worked slow and deliberate on each one. When my shirt was finally unbuttoned his pushed it off my shoulders. I let it flutter to the floor at our feet. He gazed in my eyes when his fingers undid the clasp of my bra and pushed it away. It fell next to my shirt.
I reached out and unzipped his jeans and pushed the waistband down. He quickly stepped out of them and kicked them away. It was my first look at Rivers completely nude. I thought I was going to hyperventilate. The man wasn’t just ripped. He was gorgeous. His body was toned and tight. He was all lean muscle. Defined shoulder and arm muscles, tight and rolled abs, and his oblique muscles…just wow. Taller than me by a good five inches, he easily topped six-foot. Next to his olive skin, my fair skin looked paler. Aside from an armband tattoo around his left bicep, his skin didn’t have a mark or blemish on it. He was male perfection and it made me completely self-conscious.
When I realized I was staring I shook my head a little and looked away. “Sorry.”
He cupped my chin and pulled my face back to his. He placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth. “What have I said about looking away?” Our breath mingled when he spoke. His smelled sweet and my mouth watered at the thought of how his mouth tasted. “Please don’t do it. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed with me.”
I looked in his eyes and nodded. “Okay.”
Rivers tried to undo my skirt. He fiddled around but wasn’t able to find the opening. “Um, Julia?”
I smiled and undid the side zipper and let the skirt fall. Rivers backed up a step so I could step out of the skirt.
“A side zipper. That’s cruel.” His thumb caressed my cheek and I leaned into it.
We were both naked. We stood in the middle of my bedroom so close to each other our chests were crushed together. I could feel Rivers’ heart racing and I knew he could feel mine. Our gaze never left each other’s.
I’m not sure how long we stood there, our hands roaming over each other while we murmured to each other. Rivers told me I was beautiful, sexy. I told him I thought he was the same.
I traced his tattoo with my fingertips. “I lost a bet,” he told me when I asked why he got it. “Not the coolest answer.” I smiled and traced the pattern again, this time with my tongue. “Although if you’ll do that to every tattoo I get I’ll cover myself in them.” His voice was husky and a little shaky.
“No need. I’ll do it on uninked skin, too.”
“Good to know.” Rivers guided me to the bed and lay me across it.
He crawled up next to me and leaned over me, supporting his weight on his forearms, and kissed me. It was different than our other kisses, but, oh, so good. It wasn’t hurried. He took his time and kissed me slow and thorough.
His hands moved over my body, but he avoided any sexual areas. I was burning for him to touch me. But his hands would graze my stomach without venturing down to the knot of nerves that screamed for his attention.
I ran my fingernails softly over his skin. It made me even wetter when I felt his muscles flex and contract under my touch and goose bumps follow the path my fingers took. But when my hands reached for his cock, he brushed them away.
“Not yet, baby. I want this to be right. I want to make love to you.”
I swung my leg over him and shoved his shoulder. Rivers lost his balance and fell to his back with me straddling him.
“Hmm. I could get used to this view.” He reached up and cupped my breast in his hand. He squeezed the nipple between his thumb and finger. It hardened and he rolled and tugged on it.
I bent forward and kissed him. He fondled my breasts and I ran my fingernails lightly over his c
hest. I kissed down his body. I started at his mouth, and then moved to suck and kiss down the side of his neck to his collarbone and down his chest.
I found each nipple and flicked it with my tongue, nipping at it and then sucking it. I did this several times, earning a deep moan from Rivers. He tangled his fingers in my hair and curled and uncurled them as I worked my tongue over his erect nipples.
I kissed and teased with my nails farther down until I was just below his navel. His cock was hard and ready…waiting. I turned my head toward it. Rivers felt my breath and tensed.
“Shit, Julia. You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock and he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.
“Fuck. Really, you don’t have to.” He tried to pull me away.
I leaned back and looked at him. “You don’t like it? I thought guys—”
“What? No. I mean, yes. Shit. I love it. I’ve just never been with a girl who liked it. I don’t want you doing anything you don’t like.”
“Oh. Then don’t worry.” I slipped out of his grasp. “I like it. Just tell me what you want.”
“I think you’re the perfect woman.”
I slipped the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked on it. I got it good and wet and then slowly started to slip the shaft into my mouth.
“Fuck. Oh, Fuck, Julia.”
I shifted on the bed and used one hand to massage Rivers’ balls and the area between his asshole and ball sack. Each time I ran my finger over that area, he’d shudder. My other hand grasped his cock and held it steady while I moved my mouth over it. Finally I’d gotten it wet enough that I let the entire length of him sink into my mouth and down my throat.
“Holy Fuck!” Rivers lifted his hips off the bed and his hand fisted in my hair.
“I want you to grab my hair and move my head how it feels good to you. Go as deep as you want and as fast or slow as you want.” I started to lean forward when he stopped me.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You might gag or—”
“You’ll know when I need you to stop. You’ll feel me pull away. You’re not going to hurt me. I promise.” I smiled and twisted my hair and put it in his hand. “You were the one who said I liked it a little rough sometimes, remember?”
He gave half a chuckle. “Ah, yeah.”
I took him into my mouth. I lowered all the way down until he was down my throat before I rose up and sucked and nipped at the tip. My hand slid down and massaged his balls while I lowered onto his shaft a second time. This time I felt a little pressure on my head from Rivers guiding me, but he released it too soon and I rose up, letting my teeth skim the length of him as I did.
I took my hand and pressed his hand against my head. “Come on, show me what you want. Show me what you want or I’ll stop.”
The next time I started to lower my mouth on his cock his hand pressed harder. He pushed my head further down and held it there while he moved his hips. He pulled my head up by my hair just as I needed to take a breath. As soon as I’d taken a breath, he pushed my head back down. His hips lifted off the bed meeting me. He thrust into my mouth several times before he yanked my head back so I could breathe.
“Shit, baby, this is incredible. Are you okay?”
“You’re making me so wet. Keep fucking my mouth.”
A deep groan sounded low in his throat and he shoved my head down on his cock. He used both hands to move my head up and down the length of him. His hips thrusting harder and faster.
I had to flatten my palms on his thighs and push up to get a breath. He immediately stopped. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” He pulled me up to his face and cupped my cheeks before kissing me. “Are you okay?”
I laughed. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to stop.”
“I wasn’t letting you breathe!”
“Rivers,” I kissed him, “every guy gets so into it they forget to stop. It’s okay. That just means you liked it.”
“Liked it? Shit, I never felt anything like it before.” He rolled over so fast I let out a small gasp. He was on top of me, between my legs. Our faces level with each other. His gaze was locked on mine. His hand moved down my body to my slit. He slipped in two fingers and groaned. “You’re soaked. You weren’t lying.”
“No.”
He moved his fingers in and out of me while his thumb moved over my clit. He kissed me slowly, gently. He took his time and let the tension build. The more my orgasm coiled in my stomach the more intense I kissed him and the faster he rubbed my clit.
“Wait!” I shoved his hand away. “I don’t want to come like this. I want you inside me. I want to come together.”
He positioned himself over me and rocked forward until he filled me. And soon the room was filled with soft moans and deep groans until we’d both reached our climax and fell exhausted on the bed.
The morning sun shone through the windows. I stretched and felt a peculiar soreness between my legs. I smiled when I remembered what caused it. I hadn’t had sex like that…well, ever. Rivers was insatiable. And he was an incredible lover. But more than that, as the night went on, I realized I liked him for more than what he could do with his hands and mouth. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
I rolled over to see if he was awake yet. His side of the bed was empty. A piece of paper lay on the pillow. Bile rose in my throat when I saw it. I knew what it’d be, a thanks-for-the-good-time-see-ya-around note. I picked it up by the edge like it’d burn me if I touched it. It was hard to read what he’d written my hand shook so badly.
Oh, no, no, no! The number in the home phone is wrong!
I’d gotten a new cell phone number after I broke it off with Jackass and never got around to programming it into the home phone. There really wasn’t any real reason to do so…except for occasions like this.
He knows where I live. He’ll stop by when the phone number doesn’t work.
But he didn’t.
I waited all day for him, like I was a teenager. Jenny called for me to go out to dinner. I said no.
“Why?”
“I just don’t feel like it.” I chewed on my nail.
“Since when don’t you feel like Mexican? Okay, who’s the guy?” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“No one.”
“I knew it. I’ll be there in ten.”
“No, wait, Jenny…crap.” She’d already hung up. I was hoping Rivers would show up and if he did I didn’t want Jenny around. I loved her. She was like a sister. But Rivers was new and I planned on spending most of the night in bed. I didn’t even have plans for dinner. Eating was for pussies.
True to her word, ten minutes later a knock sounded on my door. My heart flew to my chest and my stomach dropped to my toes. I looked out the peephole and prayed it’d be Rivers, but Jenny smiled back at me and held up two white bags. I unlocked the door and she pushed her way in.
“I brought dinner. I figured we’d need privacy for this convo.” She pulled out a burger and tossed it to me. “Sit and talk.”
I plopped in the chair and unwrapped my burger. I’d already decided I wasn’t going to tell Jenny anything about the day before…well, at least not about how Rivers and I met. So imagine my complete and utter surprise when the whole story tumbled out of my mouth.
“Damn, Julia, you’re a slut!” She laughed so hard she fell onto her side on the couch. “It’s about time. I was beginning to wonder about you.”
“What?”
“Jackass has been gone for months. It’s time to get out there.”
“Yeah, but I boned the guy on the freakin’ subway!” I tossed my half eaten burger on the coffee table.
“Yeah, that’s the slut part. But I bet it was fun. What a rush. I’ve always wanted to do it in public.”
“Whatever. I think I was just a one night thing for him. He seemed so different, though. I guess I’ve been out of the game too long. My man-whore radar is off kilter.”
“You might hear from hi
m. Don’t be so pessimistic. So he has the wrong phone number. He was here last night, right? So he knows where you live.”
“I thought of that, too, but I can’t remember if I gave the cabbie my address before or after Rivers got into the cab. And it was late when we got here. Unless he knows the area, he wouldn’t have known where he was.”
“So give it a couple of days and see. Then if you don’t hear from him, call him. Look him up in directory assistance.”
“Yeah, um, I don’t know his last name.”
Jenny just looked at me. Finally she said, “He must really be something special. You never act like this.”
I sighed. “I know.”
Four days later I called Jenny. “Hey! You want to go to dinner tonight?”
“Sure. What’s the occasion?”
“Remember I said that Rivers took me to a friend’s restaurant but I couldn’t remember the name? Well, I did some searching online and I found it. I want you to go with me and be my wingman, or whatever.”
“Okay. Seven? I’ve got meetings all afternoon.”
I practically jumped up and down in my office. “Sounds good. Just meet me at my apartment whenever.”
It was twenty after seven that evening when we got to Jesse’s restaurant.
“Wow, he brought you here? Nice.” Jenny looked around.
“I know, right?”
“Can I help you ladies?”
I turned toward the voice and smiled. “Hi, Jesse.”
“Ah, the subway girl.”
The freakin’ what? Subway what?
“Actually, subway girl is my alter-ego. By day I go by Julia.” I smiled.
He returned my smile with a cool one of his own. “How are you ladies today?”
“Great. Um, Jesse, meet Jenny.
Jesse did the same kissing the hand thing he did when he met me and it grossed me out all over again. Something about the guy just made me go ‘ick.’
“So, what do I owe the honor of your visit?” His eyes never left Jenny when he spoke. I answered anyway.
“I was hoping you could tell me if you’ve seen Rivers? I, um, gave him the wrong phone number the other night.”
