Time to drown my sorrows, time to come up with a new plan.
Four
Cole
I sat down at the bar of my favorite pub and ordered a whiskey.
“On the rocks, as usual.”
The bartender, an older man with graying hair nodded to me as he put down the glass that he was cleaning and picked up a short one to fill for me. The place was practically empty, it was the middle of the day. I was actually surprised that they would even serve me this early, I had never been in here at this time before. But after the discussion with my uncle yesterday I had a completely awful afternoon. I spent the entire day going through my phone book to see if there were any girls would even consider going on a date with me. And I had hundreds of girls in my book, and those were just the girls whose names I could remember. The ones I liked enough to get their phone number. Most of the numbers were disconnected, or some of those girls I hadn’t talked to since before I left the military. A couple had been the girls I would sleep with when I was home on leave but surprise surprise a few of them were married already.
I was totally screwed.
Just as the bartender set my drink down in front of me I noticed a girl at the end of the bar setting up a laptop. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and began typing furiously, she was pretty but not in a way that I usually was interested in.
She looked smart, it wasn't that I didn't like smart girls, but that wasn't what I was looking for. No brilliant girl who brought a laptop computer to the bar was going to be my fiancé. That would never happen. She would never agree to it.
I nursed my whiskey and continued to scroll through my phone to see if there was anyone I had missed. Any other calls I could make. But as the afternoon turned into evening and the bar got more popular I realized I had downed three whiskeys and made no phone calls. Occasionally I would sneak a glance at the girl at the end of the bar, but she seemed to be only drinking beer and typing away. I found myself wondering what she was working on.
Suddenly she slammed her hands down on the bar and made me and four other guys have to grab our drinks so they didn’t escape the ledge.
“God dammit!”
She got off the barstool and began searching underneath the bar for an outlet. Apparently, her laptop had died. The other guys at the bar started murmuring about her wondering if something was wrong with her. I didn't know if there was something wrong with her or not but clearly, she wasn't having a good day.
“What's the girl at the end of the bar drinking?”
The bartender held up a bottle of some hard cider. A total girly drink. “Great put on my tab.” He cracked open the bottle and passed it to me. I grabbed my whiskey and sauntered past the mumbling men and set it next to her laptop.
“You look like you could use a drink.” Then I survey the three empty bottles in front of her. “Another drink,” I remedied.
She looked up at me from her spot on the floor and pushed her glasses up on her nose. “You're buying me a drink?”
“Actually I think I already bought you a drink. You just have to accept it.”
I set my drink down on the bar and offered her hand. She grasped it gently and stood up staring right into my eyes. Reflected back at me was a girl I hardly understood. Perfectly green pools with golden flex swimming around in them. Her skin was pale like she wasn't out in the sun very often and she had a bridge of freckles that went just across her nose. She was adorable. With a cute little body to match. Perfectly pouty lips and breasts that were just a little too full for the top that she was wearing. My eyes continued down to a black pencil skirt and matching black pumps. In between, she had perfectly sculpted legs. I thought she wasn't my type.
I was wrong.
“Thank you. It's been kind of a shit day.”
She hopped back up on the barstool and took a long swig from the bottle. I perched on the stool next to her my body still facing hers. “Tell me about it.”
“I was fired this morning. I got fired and I have been spending all day looking for new coding jobs and I can't find any! Which is total bullshit because I'm in a major metropolitan area. That was the whole reason I moved here so that I would never have to worry about a job again. But here I am looking for a job in a bar no less. And now I'm telling my entire life story to a complete stranger. I’m Addison by the way.” She stuck out her hand and I shook it, smiling at her my most charming way.
“I'm Cole. Nice to meet you Addison, sorry about the job.”
“Yeah me too. And now I am three beers in and I just feel like I need to burn off some steam. I'm in heels, not really ideal running footwear. And I don't feel like I can go home because my sister is going to have that “I told you so” face. And she'll be totally right. I can't believe I let the security software get hacked! That was my whole job. I only had one job! And I ruined it.”
She took another swig from a bottle and chewed on her lower lip as her eyes grew wide like she suddenly realized I was sitting there hanging on every word. “Why the hell have you been in a bar most of the day? You don't look like the unemployed type.”
“Yeah. And what type do I look like?”
“Well, you have some type of military tattoo creeping out from underneath that tight shirt of yours. So I'm guessing your ex-military?”
I nodded. “I spent some time in the army. And I actually do have a job, thinks my uncle.”
“You think you can get me a job too?”
I laughed. “Unless you want to be cleaning bedpans, I doubt it. Because I'm pretty sure that's all I'm going to be going.”
Sure he said I was going to be donating my time at the Children's Hospital but he made it very clear that he could give me any job he wanted. Just because I was an MD didn't mean I was going to get some great position. Besides they may not even like my background, starting as a medic in the military wasn't as glamorous as people made it out to be. Amputating legs in the field when a bomb went off? Doesn't look so good on your resume.
“Bedpans huh? You were a medic then. Good for you! We need more people saving lives in this world.”
She was so brutally honest, there was no façade with her whatsoever. I found it refreshing, and intoxicating.
“So Addison, if you don't want to go home, where are you going to go?”
She shrugged. “Hopefully somewhere I can find an outlet. I guess I need to keep job searching. I at least need to have applied to fifteen jobs before I go back to Elizabeth. Because that's exactly what she's going to tell me I should've been doing instead of sitting here drinking all day. I have to admit that drinking was way more fun.”
“I know we should go.”
She cocked her head at me, looking both adorable and confused at the same time. “Where?”
I took my fingertips and placed them on a laptop screen which was dark for the lack of power and shut it softly. “Come with me.”
Her eyes grew wide. “I'm sorry?”
“You, me, in my bed. One night, no strings. You can use any outlet you want to my house for a job search and I promise that if something comes available at the hospital I’ll help you get an interview.”
“I'm not trading sex for an interview.”
I leaned in close to her, my voice was barely above a whisper. “Darling, sex with me is worth way more than an interview. I promise, this is a winning combination.”
She considered it for a second, those luscious lips pursing in concentration. She held up her hand and waved to the bartender, “He is gonna pay my tab. He has an outlet I can use.”
Five
Addison
I swayed slightly when Cole pressed his lips against my neck, taking out his apartment keys out of his pocket. He smelled wonderful, and his cologne fragrance turned me on. His dark brown eyes were glimmering with lust as he looked at me, opening his front door.
I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this! I mean, I’d just met Cole, and here we were—about to sleep with each other. Just like that.
; He grabbed my head and brought me to his lips, immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth. His movements were hurried and rough—like he was desperate to have me—his hands roaming over my back and ass.
“Cole,” I breathed out, grinding against him. I felt so high on this.
“Get in,” he said and ushered me inside.
He flipped on the light switch and I halted mid-step, looking around his penthouse suite in awe. It was huge and it had the floor-to-ceiling windows that gave me an outdoor feel—they showed the lights of the city below and the hills surrounding us. Just the image of Cole fucking me against those windows was enough to make me wet my panties even more than I’d already had.
“Come.” He pulled me by hand and passed his living room. He didn’t stop, continuing through the hallway until he stopped in front of one of the rooms.
He started kissing me again, and this time he brought his hands to my back and started unzipping my skirt, taking his time as he played with my tongue. I was all hot and trembling, feeling the sculpted muscles of his chest through his shirt.
When he pulled the zipper down, he opened the door and pushed me inside the dark room. He pressed another light switch, and this time the room was bathed in dimmed light. This bedroom was expensively furnished like the rest of his place—all in white and expensive wood—but I didn’t even have time to admire it since Cole closed the door behind him and attacked my mouth again.
My laptop bag slipped from my hand to the carpet, and I took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
“I like this smart girl thing you have going on,” he told me, moving his hands through my curls and touching my glasses.
That was a first. Usually, guys were annoyed when they realized I was smarter than them. The fact that Cole could handle my intelligence was just another turn on.
He lowered his hands to the straps of my tank top, tugging it off and exposing my plump breasts since I wasn’t wearing a bra. The tank top had one built in. I chewed on my lower lip nervously, hoping he would like what he saw. I was shorter and a little curvy, and I loved my curves, but there were times when I wasn’t so confident about them.
His dark brown eyes became even darker when he saw my breasts. He grabbed them and buried his face in them, pushing them together with his hands.
“Your hard nipples were torturing me from the start,” he mumbled and inhaled my scent, nuzzling his nose against my skin.
My heart beat faster—half from the embarrassment, half from the excitement. “From the start?”
“Yeah.” He brought his lips to my nipple and sucked it into his wet mouth. I clutched onto his shoulders and arched my back, moaning in sudden pleasure. “Your tank did a poor job of hiding them.” He took the other hard bud into his mouth and stroked it slowly with his tongue. “It was so fucking sexy.”
My pussy clenched in response to his touches, and now I felt like my panties were completely soaked.
“I have to buy a new top then, huh? Or wear some bra next time,” I joked, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Definitely don’t.” He grinned and took off the shirt I’d unbuttoned just now.
I parted my lips when I took in his upper body. It was definitely sculpted and super hot. He had a few tattoos covering his arms and chest, and I noticed a scar on his left shoulder. I frowned and traced it with my fingers. It was long, but it was completely healed and barely visible.
“Does it hurt?” I whispered, moving my fingers gently over his shoulder.
He glanced at it and shook his head. “Not at all. It’s an old injury. Don’t worry.”
He lowered himself to his knees, not taking his eyes off mine, and helped me step out of my dress. His looked at my breasts and then at my red lace panties, and my mouth became completely dry.
“Addison, you’re driving me crazy. Red lace?”
I giggled and caressed his cheeks. “Only the best for you.”
He smiled and pressed his lips against my panties, and I immediately felt a throbbing pleasure in the pit of my stomach. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted everything with him.
He kissed me over the panties and then he took them off along with my high heels, staring at my shaved pussy. “Fuck me,” he hissed and covered my sensitive, hot flesh with his mouth.
“Cole!” I grabbed his head and pulled him to me, feeling the pleasure building quickly in me.
He moved his tongue all over my mound, stroking my clit and reached my wet entrance. He pushed it inside, reaching my most intimate place.
“Cole!” I cried out, already breathless. His long tongue was quickly working in me, bringing me an immense pleasure that was quickly building into an orgasm. “Please, don’t stop. Please, that is so good. Right there...” I was grinding against his face, holding his head tight as he continued his fast rhythm. Just as I was about to come, he moved away, smirking at me. “No! Why did you stop?” My pussy was throbbing hard now, denied of its release.
“I want to drive you crazy, get rid of some of your stress. You’re in for a long ride here.”
He pushed me to the edge of his king size bed and made me lie down. He knelt in between my legs and held them separated as he buried his face into my pussy again, this time attacking my clit directly.
“Yes, Cole. Oh, you’re so good.”
“I’m the best, baby.”
Cocky much? He was sucking my swollen clit fast, bringing me close to my orgasm again, and I began writhing beneath him when the pleasure became too much to bear...
“Cole! Right there. You will make me come...”
He pressed his fingers against my pussy and stroked it as he sucked on my clit. I was already panting, bucking my hips continuously when it became almost unbearable. The next moment he slipped his two fingers into me, and I was coming, my pussy gushing hard.
“Yes,” he hissed and continued moving his fingers in me, prolonging my orgasm.
“Cole, I... it’s so intense...” I cried out loudly, unable to think about anything but the pleasure that filled every part of my hot body.
“I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you.”
He went to his nightstand and took the condom out of the top drawer. He took his pants and underwear off in no time and grabbed my hips to move me to the center of his bed. My eyes grew huge when I saw him in full erection and smiled seductively.
He put the condom on his big cock and came above me, slamming his lips against mine again. He brought my arms above my head and pressed them on the mattress with one of his own. He moved his other hand over my neck and chest, reaching my needy pussy that was throbbing painfully again.
He hissed and grinded against me. “Fuck me, you’re so hot. I will rip your pussy apart.”
His eyes ate me alive as his cock probed my entrance. I arched my back, desperately wanting to touch him, but he didn’t let me move my arms at all, his strong hand still trapping them above my head. He got inside in one swift move, and for a moment the pleasure became too strong for me.
“Cole!”
“How does this feel, baby?”
“You’re so big... it’s so good...”
He covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside roughly, and drank my moans as he started moving inside of me. He felt so good, making me drenching wet. I’d never been so wet. He grabbed my breast with his free hand and held it tight, his thick cock stretching me completely.
“Your pussy is so tight. It’s perfect,” he grunted, increasing his tempo. His thrusts were fast and wild, and I was already close to another orgasm.
“You will make me come again, Cole...” I screamed when he pushed into me, and I felt like I was being ripped in two. It was so good that I was already losing myself in ecstasy. “Ah!” I came hard, thrashing beneath him.
“You are so sexy, Addison. Ride me, baby.”
He lay down on the mattress and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him and impaled myself on his pulsating dick, enjoying having the control this time. I supported myself a
gainst his rock hard chest as he brought his hands to my boobs, taking my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger.
I moved fast, going up and down in a crazy rhythm as everything burned in me. I was screaming from these hot sensations, unable to think about anything but the pleasure and this sexy stranger beneath me. I’d let all my inhibitions go, not caring about whether this was wrong or not. This was a one night stand and I would never see him again, so I could get the most out of this.
“Faster, baby,” he growled and gripped my hips with his strong hands, moving me as fast as I thought I could go. After several moments the pressure in me burst, and I arched my back as I reached another climax.
“Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze that cock.” He hissed. “I’ll cum, baby, don’t stop.” A few moments later he pulled me to his mouth and kissed me, groaning loudly as he came hard in me.
He didn’t release me immediately. He kept me on top of him as we tried to catch our breaths and enjoyed each other’s nearness.
I couldn’t believe I just had a sex with a stranger and it was amazing! It was unbelievably good, and now I was so glad that I’d accepted to come here.
“Don’t even think we’re finished here,” he said suddenly, stirring beneath me. “I’m already hard again, and I need you to do something about it.”
Six
Cole
I flipped a pancake and I heard it sizzle as it fell to the griddle one more time. Addison was still sleeping, probably because she was a little bit hung over. I was too. Her bloody Mary was sitting on the counter while mine was nearly gone. I picked up the phone again as I sat down at the island. I'd been calling every one of my ex-military buddies to see if anyone knew of a girl I could to bring home to my uncle. Someone I could convince to play a part in my ruse. I had a plan laid out, I would convince her to marry me at the end of the month. Then we would stay married for three months, convincing my uncle that I had really settled down. Then he would let me be done at the hospital and I could move back into the pharmaceutical company make my millions and at the end of three months, she could leave with a nice little severance package. It was a job, and someone would be happy to have it. They could live here in the penthouse with me and take advantage of any opportunities that present themselves as being with me. Including sex every night. This was a win-win. But so far out of the four guys I called I was striking out with each one. My last hope was John. I clicked on this picture on the screen and began calling on speakerphone.
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