“Where are you parked?”
“The ground floor of the ramp,” I say.
“I’d like to make sure you get to your car okay.” He looks at me with those brilliant clear eyes. He looks like a weight has been lifted.
“I’d like that.” A smile plays at my lips as I lead him to my car. The night air is cool; it’s a bit of a shock to me and I pull my coat tighter to guard against the wind.
“Fall’s on the way,” he says. He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me across the walkway. Once we’re into the ramp, his hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me closer.
“I need to see you again, but I really don’t want it to be here,” he says when we reach my car. “It was a perfect place for us to start, but we’re beyond it now.”
“What do you have in mind?” I hate how anxious I sound, but I can’t help it.
“Don’t worry. We can keep things just between us. For now.” I lean with my back against the car. He stands in front of me and boxes me in, extending his arms around me and resting the palms of his hands against the car.
“Why don’t you come over to my place?” He leans in and kisses along my neck. “And for the love of God, please don’t make me wait until next weekend.”
“Fair enough.” I nuzzle my face in his hair and breathe deeply.
“One other request.”
“Feeling bold, are we?”
“I want to taste you next time. More than I’ve wanted anything in a long while.”
“I’m pretty sure that can be arranged.”
My cell phone rings in the evening while I’m grocery shopping, and when no number displays, I know exactly who it is. I can’t keep the smile out of my voice as I answer.
“Hello?” I tuck the phone between my neck and my shoulder as I reach for a box of Wheat Thins.
“Is this Evelyn?” His voice is deep and raspy and my heart speeds up at the sound of it.
“You can call me Evie,” I say. “Everyone does.”
“Evie it is,” he says. “Am I mistaken, or do you actually sound a little happy to hear from me?”
“Well, I’m dead on my feet after a long day of work, but I still had to stop and get groceries on the way home. I’m stumbling through the aisles like a zombie right now, and I could use a distraction.”
“Is that all I am to you, a distraction?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“You’re far more than a distraction to me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week.” He pauses. Maybe he’s uncomfortable with the honesty of his statement. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into it. Hearing what I want so desperately to hear. “Tell me everything you have in your cart right now,” he says, instantly lightening the conversation.
“No.” I laugh. “Why?”
“I want to know everything about you.”
“And you can’t think of a better question?” I lean against the cart as I go slowly up and down the aisles.
“I figured I better start with a slow pitch. Why don’t we start with that and see where things go?
“Alright,” I say. “Get ready for some excitement. I have ground turkey, pasta, frozen waffles, cranberry juice, Cheerios cereal, 2% milk, a loaf of bread, an avocado, and a box of Wheat Thins.”
“I have to hand it to you, Evie. That’s all pretty boring.”
“What were you hoping for?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a giant pack of condoms. A guy can dream, right?”
“Keep dreaming, pal,” I say. I think of something and tilt my head. “Have you ever even gone grocery shopping before? Or does food magically appear in your cupboards. I don’t know how things work for the super rich.”
“Touché”
“Do you have anything else you want to ask?” I turn the corner into the frozen foods aisle. “You might as well keep going while you have a captive audience.”
“Do you play any sports?”
“Not a one.” I grab a few frozen meals from behind the frosty glass and toss them in my cart.
“How about hidden talents?”
I have to think on that one. “I can name all 50 states in alphabetical order.”
“I’m happy if I can name all 50 states, period. I was never very good at geography.” I have a hard time imagining him not being good at anything. He keeps pummeling me with questions as I wander through the nearly empty rows.
“Favorite Movie?”
“Night of the Living Dead. Or Shakespeare in Love. I can’t choose.”
“Favorite Book?”
“To Kill a Mockingbird.”
“First crush?”
“Lion-O”
There’s dead silence on his end of the line.
“Didn’t you watch Thunder Cats when you were a kid?”
“I did. I’m just trying to come to terms with the fact that your first crush was animated.”
“He had an animal magnetism.”
“That’s probably because he was an actual animal.”
I giggle into the phone. “I guess it is kind of strange, huh?”
“Who was your first crush?” I ask.
“Sarah Jensen. She sat next to me in third grade math class. I told everyone I was going to marry her. Which, it turns out, did not make me a big hit with her.”
“You never had a chance.”
“Even less than I thought. She lives on the coast with her wife and their four kids.”
“Do you have any strange habits I need to know about?” I ask.
“I squeeze toothpaste from the middle of the tube like a total savage,” he says. “But toilet paper has to unroll from the top. End of story. I’ll change it if I’m at somebody’s house and it’s the wrong way.”
“Sometimes a man has to take a stand,” I tease as I approach the checkout line. “This has been lovely, Nash, but I’m at the register . . .”
“I let you go. For now.”
I’m so damn excited to see her that I pull the door open when she reaches forward to knock. I take her into my arms, close the door, and then mash my lips against hers as my hands roam over her body. She returns the favor and caresses my chest and shoulders as I slide my tongue into her mouth and lick the inside of her lips.
“It’s nice to see you, too,” she says as she takes a step back.
“I’ve been going crazy for this body.” I grab her ass and pull her tight against me. She pulses her hips against the rapidly growing bulge in the front of my pants. I slide one hand down to the back of her knee and hitch it over my hip, so we can grind against each other properly.
“Why are you still wearing your clothes?” I tease as I pull the knit shirt over her head and toss it to the floor.
“I might ask you the same thing.” She works at my belt buckle. I pull down her jeans, but they get stuck around her knees.
“I need to get you spread out somewhere proper,” I say as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom. She keeps working on my zipper and I slide my hand to her perfectly plump ass and let my fingertips explore under her lace panties. She groans when I reach her slick warmth.
“If you think my fingers feel good, wait until I use my tongue.” I deposit her on the giant king bed and quickly strip off my clothes. She writhes around on the bed below me. I grab her ankles and tug on her jeans, pulling them off easily. She reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra and her perfect tits are free.
I slide onto the bed next to her, push her gently onto her back, and toss her lacy bra across the room.
Then I feast on her.
I start with her breasts, because I’ve always been a boob man. I take one in each hand and knead them as my mouth alternates between her nipples. I take turns licking them, nibbling them, and sucking on them. I move my mouth to the soft skin on the inside of her elbow and kiss and lick there. I run my tongue over her ribs and plant kisses along her torso. More of the same along her thighs and calves. I run my hands along her warm skin as
my mouth tastes her sweetness.
“You taste amazing.”
“It’s just soap,” she says with a squeak. Her arms are rigid at her side and her fists are balled.
“Relax, beautiful.” I crawl between her legs and part her thighs with my own. I sit back on my heels as I rub her pussy with the flat of my hand through her wet panties. “Do you need me to slow down?”
“Just be gentle with me.” She shakes her arms out and crosses them over her head. “I’m out of practice.”
“Out of practice being worshipped? Not while I’m around, love.” I lower my head and lay the flat of my tongue against the wet lace. I don’t move; I just rest my mouth on her and let my senses take her in. Her sweet tangy juices seep through the fabric and I’m iron hard in an instant. Her sweet musk fills my nostrils and I inhale deeply, wanting more. I feel how swollen she is under my touch, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I pull her bikini to the side and lick the length of her pussy. She squirms against me and I nuzzle her, rubbing my face in her perfect sex until I’m totally drunk on her. Her hand is in my hair, pulling me closer. I reach up and pull the panties from her hips, over her legs, and throw them over my shoulder. I spread her soft pillowy thighs with my strong hands and lower my eager mouth to her drenched cunt.
“Please suck my pussy, baby” she begs.
I take her meaty labia between my lips and suck. First the pale outer lips and then the silken pink inner ones. All I can hear are her groans and the wet sounds as I work between her legs. I fasten my mouth over her swollen clit and pull it into my mouth. Her hips buck against me.
“Oh God, it’s so good, I’m going to come.” My hands rest on her hips, holding her down. She places her hands on top of mine and I interlace our fingers. She looks down at me and I look up at her as my tongue batters her tender nub of pleasure. I thrust against the mattress with my thick cock and I can feel the wet stain of pre-cum that has pooled there. Her legs start to shake and then she cries out and crosses them behind my neck. She lifts her hips off the bed but I don’t stop. I keep my mouth fastened to her sweet pussy until she has collapsed back on the bed. Even then, I don’t stop. I just slow things down. I massage her with the flat of my hand and plant soft kisses along her inner thighs and mons.
She lies back with her forearm over her face until she catches her breath. I slide up the bed and lie next to her, stroking her breasts and kissing her neck. She rolls on her side to face me and snuggles against my chest.
“Something’s poking me,” she teases.
“I can’t imagine what.” I reach down and stroke my thick cock.
“Maybe we need to do something about it.” She pushes me onto my back, gets on all fours, and crawls down to my cock.
She’s as much of a tease as I am. She takes me in her firm grip and plants prim kisses along my torso and thighs. My cock bobs and jerks as her kisses come closer and closer to my throbbing manhood, but she moves south at the last second.
It feels so good I could weep.
She massages me with her fingers as she nuzzles my sac and licks the sensitive skin there. It feels divine, but what I really want is to bury my throbbing cock between those pretty lips. I take my cock, resting flat against my belly, and point it toward her in a silent offering.
“Suck me off, Evie.”
She doesn’t miss a beat.
She draws me into her warm wet mouth and takes me as deep as she can before releasing me with a wet pop.
“Oh Christ.” I curl my hand in her hair and point my cock at her mouth again. She opens her mouth eagerly. She bobs up and down on my dick and I thrust against her. I’m trying like hell to keep from blowing my load in two seconds, and it doesn’t help when I see her hand furiously working between her legs as she pleasures me.
“Does sucking my cock make you hot, love.”
She looks up at me. Our eyes connect and the raw lust in her gaze is intoxicating. We find our rhythm together. She keeps rubbing her clit; I ease a thick finger into her tight pussy each time she sucks me deep. I run my hands over her body as she fucks me with her mouth and I admire her soft skin, her perfect breasts, and her silky smooth hair. My balls tighten and I thrust faster. She indulges me for a few strokes before she pulls back and releases me from her mouth.
“Not yet, love,” she says as my cock dances in frustration.
She takes me in her hand and makes love to me with her mouth. She plants hot kisses along every inch of my throbbing cock and then trills her tongue along the ridge of my swollen head. She scoops the drops of precum from the slit of my dick like they’re a precious treat and swallows them eagerly. She alternates sloppy wet kisses with thick licks of her tongue.
“Do you like my hot little mouth on your fat cock? Taking your big dick like a good girl.” All I can manage is a ragged nod. I realize every muscle in my lower body is clenched tight.
“You’re making me crazy,” I say.
“That’s the idea.” She opens her mouth and slaps the sensitive head of my cock against the flat of her tongue.
“Suck me off with that dirty little mouth while I finger fuck your sweet cunt.” My voice is a hoarse whisper. I hardly recognize myself right now.
She redoubles her efforts and it’s so good I’m afraid I’ll pass out. Her perfect little pixie nose hits my pubic bone every time she takes me deep. Her legs are trembling; so are mine. We’re both so close. I reach down and take a perfect tit in each hand and knead it. She moans and shudders as I tug on each nipple, and then she leans into me and explodes. I feel her hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into her, and I explode, too.
Christ, I forgot how good it is to come in a woman’s mouth. My orgasm rolls through me for a solid minute. The electric waves of pleasure course through my legs, my spine, my hips, and my cock. She milks me with her mouth as I empty myself into her. She finally releases me to take a deep breath, but she keeps stroking my ass and my thighs, and keeps sucking my rapidly softening cock into her mouth until every last drop of my cum has been consumed.
She collapses next to me and rests her head on my thigh. I suck her sweet juices from my fingers and reach down and give her ass a playful spank. She bites my thigh in return.
“I love the view, but I’d love it even more if you flipped around so I could hold you for a while.” She pushes herself up on her hands, crawls on her knees in a circle, and collapses next to me, face to face.
“You look very happy,” she says. “I like to see you like this.”
“Haven’t I always looked happy when you’re with me?”
“Yes . . .”
“Yes, but?”
“You always looked a little tortured before. Now you just look happy.”
“It’s because you make me feel fucking fantastic.” I reach out and cup her perfect breast, running my thumb back and forth over her puckered nipple.
“I’m so glad.” She pats the back of my arm.
“And I want to share you with the world,” I say.
She shakes her head and raises herself onto one elbow.
“I’m not ready for that.” She drops her head back down with an exhausted sigh.
“Why are you being so silly about it?”
“I’m not being silly about anything.”
“You’re just so confident in every other aspect of your life.” I roll on my side and curl into her, nuzzling her neck and licking at her collarbone.
“Well, I guess this is my area for growth, then.”
“I guess it is.” I slide my hand down the baby soft skin of her tummy until I reach the perfect patch of red curls. I run my fingertips through it before sliding my hand lower, cupping her sex. “You know you’re spectacularly beautiful, right?”
“That’s very sweet of you to say.”
“It’s the truth. And that’s why nothing would make me happier than taking you to the Lux Gala.” I slide a finger deeper between her warm cleft, but she pushes my hand away and sits up.
“The
Lux Gala? The one where every press outlet in the US sends a reporter? The one where they do a fashion recap on E! the next day? Are you kidding me, Nash?”
“You aren’t sounding as excited as I had hoped you’d be.”
“That’s because you’re not listening to what I’m saying.” She lays her hand on her chest and pounds in frustration.
“I am,” I say. “But at some point, you’re going to have to leave the house with me.”
“I know.” She hangs her head down. “I’m just scared.”
“Of what?” I reach out and lay my hand on her thigh.
“How do you know I’m the one you want? Maybe you should take some time and play the field.”
“I don’t want to play the field. I’ve been playing the field my whole life. I want you.” I squeeze her leg.
“But what if some gorgeous woman comes along, a total ten, and you have regrets.”
“You are my perfect ten. You’re all I want, Evie. You need to deal with this.” Then something dawns on me. “Unless you don’t want me.”
“Are you insane?” She cuddles next to me and kisses my chest. “Of course I’m crazy about you.”
“Where is all this coming from? You know why I was at Body Heat doing what I was. What led you there?”
“I just had a bad experience, ok? Nothing horrible, no big deal. Just something I had to deal with that took a while to recover from.” She pauses and I sense she’s ready to open up to me, but then she pulls back. “I feel bad even mentioning it - it pales in comparison next to whatever you went through over there.”
“That doesn’t make it any less real. Or any less traumatizing for you.”
“I can’t-” She starts to move away again. I grab her arm and pull her closer.
“Just get it out. Once you talk about it, it loses its power over you. That’s what the shrinks at the VA tell the guys, anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Did you ever talk to anyone there?”
I shake my head. “My parents would have had a fit if I talked to anyone outside the approved family network.”
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