by Claire Angel
“I hope this isn’t what you’re going to wear to dinner. Dig something out of your closet that is more appropriate. I’m sure I can convince Demetrius to dress to impress.” I was a sucker for a man in a tailored suit pressed to perfection without a wrinkle in sight.
“That is something I would love to see.” The garage my father owned was closed due to a lack of business.
I was doing off the book work for those of the neighborhood and whoever they were willing to send my way. My rates were more than reasonable. There were a few cars that made it worth my time to get out of bed in the morning. Shelley’s Mustang was one of them.
“Clean yourself up and come over at 6:00 PM. Dinner will be served at seven.” I thought about the last time I had seen Demetrius and I had to fan away the excess heat in the room.
“I’m sure I can find something to wear. I’m not a hermit. I don’t live in seclusion with 10 cats. There are moments I do like to socialize with a glass of wine and some good company.” I could listen to an engine and know exactly what was wrong with it in seconds.
Men were still this mystery I hadn’t been able to solve. They very rarely said what they meant. Their moods were unpredictable. Arguing with them was an effort in futility. It was all part of the game. I was out of practice.
Seeing Demetrious would give me a chance to bone up on my flirting skills. I had to find something that was going to knock his socks off.
Chapter 2
Demetrious
I was looking for answers in a sea of 10 faces. Handpicking my crew was a painstaking ordeal. I thought for sure they were above reproach. It was glaringly obvious one of them was playing fast and loose behind my back.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? You don’t have the same skip in your step that you did a couple of months ago. I know we’ve had some problems to iron out.” The one time my car blew a gasket in the middle of a race was one thing.
To have it happen four times with different things to push me to the back of the pack was sabotage. I was on the cusp of signing a deal with a multimillion dollar corporation. I couldn’t let anything jeopardize what had become my passion.
“Peter, you have been with me from the very beginning. You can’t tell me it’s not concerning. This fire was the latest in a long line of accidents. It was lucking I was here to put it out” It was a good thing I had gone to the garage early. I couldn’t sleep.
I ran my hand through my dark black hair. I pulled at the strands with this nervous energy surrounding me. My sister had called about having dinner with Angela. I thought I had gotten her out of my system. I wondered how I was going to react when I saw her.
“Demetrious, you can’t lose your head over these things. You’ve had more than your fair share of accidents. Signing this deal will put all of that behind you.” He had unruly brown curls, but it was a perfect complement to his fuzzy beard.
There was a long line of broken hearts. Girls thought that they could change me. They were wrong.
“I would get going and you know how your sister is about punctuality. Have a couple of drinks and relax. I’ve done my best to mitigate the damage. None of what you have gone through has gone to the press. Finley will be here to make things official by signing on the bottom line. He won’t do that until after the race tomorrow.” It bothered me that I couldn’t foresee every variable.
The racetrack was in walking distance of my house. It had become a guilty obsession every night growing up. Hearing the engines revving to life had me wishing I was in the driver’s seat. Angela was the only one who understood. I thought it was a pipe dream, but somehow, I was able to see that dream come true.
“I don’t know how you can be so calm. Everything hinges on that deal being signed. Somebody is purposely undermining me. I have no doubt it has something do with money. I can’t trust anyone. Present company excluded. I’m exhausted from trying to find those little things that could go wrong. I can’t keep up this pace for long.” Getting away from it was necessary for my mental health.
I felt the stubble of my beard and I couldn’t remember the last time I had shaved. It wasn’t like me to shirk my duties when it came to hygiene. Getting to sleep wasn’t easy when I was tossing and turning with worry.
“I’m reminded of something somebody said to me once. Let me know if you have heard it before. I fix the things I can, and I try not to concern myself with anything that is out of my control,” I punched him in the arm light-heartedly in a gesture of friendship.
“I believe I said something similar to you when I first hired you,” Poaching him from a rival was one of my crowning achievements.
I took one last look underneath the hood. It was definitely an inside job. I had a good understanding of the mechanics, but something small and significant could slip my attention.
I wiped my hands on a dirty rag. My sister had insisted I dress for the occasion. I was more comfortable in a pair of jeans. I was going to go along with this pony show for the sake of my sister. She was already in the kitchen when I got up in the morning. The medley of spices and different scents assaulted me from the kitchen when I had my coffee.
“You have a reason to have a preliminary celebration. I have hired additional security to keep an eye on the garage and the car.” I had a team of nine and each one of them was on the bubble of suspicion.
“I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but it’s not working. Money has the tendency to make people look the other way. A greased palm isn’t uncommon in this business. Everybody is trying to get ahead one way or the other.” I was taking this seriously and this wasn’t one of my fly by night adventures.
I didn’t have time for a love life. I had intimate moments, but they never lasted any longer than a cup of coffee in the morning. There were groupies throwing themselves at me after a race. It was mainly a way to get one out of the chamber. The excess adrenaline from being in the cockpit of a jet with wheels had to be burned off somehow. What was better than twisting in the sheet for a few hours of decadent delight?
I was 6 feet of muscles I had sculpted in the gym with dedication and perseverance. I wanted to be proud of what I saw in the mirror. It gave me confidence with this cocksure grin to bag any woman I set my sights on.
“You haven’t exactly hidden the way that you feel about Angela. You talk about her all the time without even realizing you’re doing it. I don’t know why you don’t see it. Tonight, might be your one and only chance to tell her how you feel.” He didn’t know the extent of how much I had thought about her over the years.
“She’s my sister’s best friend. I can’t in good conscience make things awkward by putting the moves on her. She was like family growing up.” My thoughts revolved around obscene acts of depravity unfit to print in penthouse.
“You’re not related to her. You’re letting your sister have too much power over you. Just between you and me, I believe that you are using it as an excuse not to be happy. It’s interesting to see you acting gallantly. You’ve never had that problem with one-night stands after drinking too much at a bar.” He had seen me at my best and at my worst.
“I need to get home to take a shower. I still want you to get the financial records of everyone who works for me. I’ve learned from different cop shows it’s all about tracking the money. A significant windfall will determine who can’t be trusted.” It sounded easy, but those records were sealed away from the scrutiny of the public eye.
“I don’t know what you take me for. It would be nice to have people in low places to do that kind of dirty work. Unfortunately, I don’t have the necessary resources to make it happen. It doesn’t matter how many times you say it.” I was grasping at straws trying to find an inkling of proof to make the accidents stop.
“Going above the call of duty is something you’re good at. Don’t underestimate the influence you have over others. They all signed a nondisclosure agreement. The fine print states clearly that their life is an open book. Use that against them. I
really don’t care how you do it. Get it done.” My Greek temper was raising its ugly head.
It had the tendency to do that at the most inopportune moment.
“Don’t talk to me like I’m an underling. We are partners. I’m going to forget what you said to me. I can see how your nerves are frazzled. Have fun tonight and get some rest. We have less than 24-hours before the race.” I felt bad for using my authoritative voice on a friend.
“I apologize. This is very important to me and I don’t want to leave anything to chance.” I needed somebody I could trust implicitly to make sure there weren’t any problems with my car.
The number of 35 stencilled on the car was in honor of my parents being married that long.
I couldn’t even bring myself to go to Angela’s father’s funeral. I didn’t want the stark reminder of how life was over within the blink of an eye. I did send my condolences, but it seemed a pale comparison to being there in person.
Tonight, was going to be my way of making it up to her. I could still remember the way that her eyes were bugging out of their skull when she saw me naked from the shower.
It was a look that I was never going to forget for as long as I lived. The fire burned between us and time stood still until she giggled like a schoolgirl and ran down the hall.
Chapter 3
Angela
I arrived on time with the same bottle of wine that Demetrious sent me after the funeral. The note was sweet and told how much he was thinking about me. I was a little disappointed he didn’t make it to the funeral. We did talk one night after the funeral for hours on the phone. It was easy to talk to him without judgment.
“I’m going to be in the kitchen. I’ll open the bottle of wine and come out to visit for a bit. Make yourself comfortable. Demetrious will be down in a little while. He better be, or I’m going to kick his ass all around the house.” Shelley disappeared behind the closed door of the kitchen leaving me to peruse the family photos on the wall.
Each one was a progression of their age. My main focus was on how Demetrious had grown up to be a specimen of man. I swallowed hard looking at those muscles underneath his tee shirt at the beach. It was a bonus to see him in his colorful Speedo.
Two summers ago, changed everything after we got back from the beach. I had sand everywhere in places I didn’t think was possible. I took a nap upstairs in their guest room. I woke up feeling grungy in desperate need of a shower.
I looked up to where it happened and my legs began to carry me up the stairs. This was the present and not the past. Going down the hall made those vivid images come to life before my eyes.
“Take a picture…it will last longer.” I was engrossed in living in the past but blinking my eyes into focus was better in the present.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say.” His door was open and he was standing in profile with nothing on.
“I double dare you to come in here and close the door.” I looked up and down the hall.
I took a few steps forward. I was soon standing in the threshold of his bedroom.
“You know better than to dare me to do anything.” I was biting the end of my thumb and watching the bobbing presence of his manhood.
“I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t go out of my way to let you see me like this. Now that it has happened, I have to say that I’m not the least bit ashamed.” There was no embarrassment.
It felt perfectly natural to stand there within reaching distance of his projected arousal.
“Demetrious, I would very much like to get a better look.” I dropped to my knees with the red dress floating around my frame.
There were different pieces of sports equipment scattered around the room. The only baseball bat I was interested in was the one between his legs. It was bigger than I remembered it. 9 inches of solid pipe was prominently displayed. I thought there should have been some kind of spotlight on what he possessed.
“I have dreamed of this day. It doesn’t seem possible this is real.” His statement was met with my hand touching his heated missile.
It was hot to the touch and jerked with a spastic motion in my fist. I was getting intimately acquainted with something I had never forgotten. It had risen from the ashes of my memory to become lifelike. His life essence was flowing freely down the length of his shaft.
I scooped the sticky mixture onto my finger. He was looking at me with fascination. I teased him by bringing it close to my lips without actually touching. He sighed deeply when I ran my finger around the oval shape of my mouth. My tongue came out to get a sample. It wasn’t near enough to satisfy my sweet tooth.
“I like you in this position. This moment is ripe with sexual tension in the air. I don’t want you to think that I’m forcing you into doing anything against your will.” I was exactly where I wanted to be with my mouth salivating with a thirst that only he could quench.
“Perish the thought. I wanted to do this since the moment I saw you coming out of the shower when I was 16. You became an unhealthy image in my head. I’ve been looking for any reason to be in close proximity to you.” I opened my mouth and let him feel the hot breath on the head of his sensitive anatomy.
“I don’t want you to think you’re just another notch on my belt. The other women I have been with meant nothing to me. They were a substitute at best for what I really want.” I delivered him to the tightness between my tongue and the top of my mouth.
It squirted a little bit from the heat of my oral embrace. I reveled in the flavor dancing on my palate. His balls were full and looked ready to explode.
“Angela, I have a proposition for you, but it can wait.” I was curious to learn more, but my mouth was currently occupied doing something more pleasing than talking.
I slithered my lips down along those inches. I was a little concerned I wasn’t going to be able to measure up to the image of what he had of me in his head. It did fuel me into acting like a wanton whore. I could feel the long vein down the back throbbing with this desperate need to release the burden in his balls.
“This is by far better than anything I’ve ever fantasized about. You’re going to have to give me a chance to reciprocate. My god, keep doing that and I think you know what’s going to happen.” The blistering skin of his shaft was slurping in and out of my mouth.
The feeling of going down on him was an aphrodisiac.
I could feel the trickle of my excitement running down the inside of my thigh. I was soaking wet and my panties were sticking to me like a second skin. I could smell the sex in the air. I was tapping into the 16-year-old girl and letting her live vicariously through my eyes.
“You really do know how to suck cock. Your tongue is a lethal weapon. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” The thrill was building with pressure between his legs.
I gave his family jewels a little more attention. The spot I was pressing underneath the head made his cock head begin pulsating with a life of its own.
“I can’t explain to you what I’m feeling. It’s like you know what buttons to push. The very sight of you on your knees is giving me a shot of adrenaline. The way that you look with my cock in your mouth is inspiring. I don’t think that I can keep this up much… longer.” The gravel of his voice confirmed my suspicions.
It gave me enough time to draw the head and the first few inches out of my throat.
His balls had risen and his sizzling release sprayed indiscriminately in streaks all over my tongue. My lips were sewn shut. Not one drop was wasted.
I swallowed the evidence and licked my lips clean after I was done. Squeezing him from the bottom to the top got what was left inside. He bucked uncontrollably and tried to pull my hair away from him to no avail.
“Dinner is ready.” Shelley’s voice shocked us back to reality.
I sheepishly got to my feet and realized he was the appetizer before the main course.
“Fuck me… I plum forgot she was even in the house. Don’t think for one moment we are even. You certainly do know
how to take me out of my comfort zone. If sucking cock was an Olympic sport you would be getting the gold.” I backed away not taking my eyes off of his depleted member.
“You’ve created a monster. How do you expect me to leave you alone after that? This was a tease with the unspoken promise of more to come.” I had given him my best using every trick in the book to release the white-hot seed from inside of him.
“Angela, I don’t know what you intend to do for an encore.” I was biting my bottom lip with visions of different positions running through my head.
He closed the door behind me and I leaned back against it with my hand to my wildly beating heart.
I touched my lips with my fingernail tracing the very spot his cock had just vacated. It was surreal to be in the vulnerable position of servicing him with a smile. I was looking forward to how we were going to take things to the next level.
I had to hold onto the railing going down the stairs to steady myself. The perfection of my skills with a certain obscene act was well received. I wanted to get him alone to explore every inch of his body from his toes all the way up to his head.
One night was all that I wanted, but one night was never going to be enough.
Chapter 4
Demetrious
“I have something I want to run by you. It’s an opportunity that you would be a fool not to take.” My sister was sitting at the end of the table with Angela across from me.
“I would like to hear this,” I didn’t really notice the dress she was wearing when she was on her knees.
It was a temptation and she purposely bent over to let me see the plunging neckline. Her breasts were one of the natural wonders of the world. I thought for sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her headlights were on high beam.
“I’m sure my sister has told you about my foray into racing cars. There’s nobody that knows more about cars than you do. I will take it as a personal offense if you refuse.” The suit I was wearing was covering up the lipstick ring around the base of my cock.
