“I’m game.”
“You free tonight? I have this brand new teddy I bought and no one to wear it for.”
He moaned. “I can't wait.”
“Pick me up at seven?”
“Sound good, baby. I’ll see you then.”
A smile spread across my face. That’s what I loved about David; he didn’t judge. No matter what was going on, he could always give me what I needed- no questions asked.
Instead of worrying about the trouble I was in, I thought about how I was going to cover up my black eye. I had a man to get sexy for that night.
My apartment was quiet when I returned to get my clothes for my date with David; I guess the reporters figured out I wasn’t coming back any time soon. It was unfortunate; seeing me with a new man might’ve gotten them off my case. Or it just would’ve made me out to be a bigger whore than I already was.
As I slipped a leopard print dress over my lingerie, my cell phone beeped. I scowled as I read the message:
Hey babe. I’m going to have to reschedule. Talk to you later.
Mark never rescheduled; what was up with that?
“Well, screw him.” I mumbled to myself.
I snatched my purse and keys and headed back to my car. I was all dressed up. I may not have had anywhere to go, but I wasn’t going to waste my outfit. I drove to a sports bar downtown, one of my usual spots.
I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. A few heads turned my way, but people quickly went back to their conversations. I sighed loudly; maybe things would get back to normal quicker than I thought.
Halfway through my drink, a man sat next to me.
“Can I buy you another?”
I shrugged. “Sure.”
He flagged down the bartender and ordered me another beer.
“You look incredible, by the way.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
I wished I could say the same thing about him, but I was definitely lowering my standards by engaging in conversation with him. He was short, scrawny, and in need of a haircut. When he passed me my fresh drink, a gust of his musty odor assaulted my nose. I was going to have to drink something a lot stronger than beer if I was going to take him home- and he was going to have to hop in my shower.
“So, are you meeting anyone tonight?” he asked, leaning closer to me.
“No. What about you?”
He chuckled, his cigarette-stained teeth a major distraction. “Looks like I’m meeting with you. What do you say we get out of here?”
He was mighty forward. I was curious as to where he got all of that undeserved confidence from. “Aren’t you moving a little fast?”
He snorted. “Come on, baby. You don’t need to act shy; besides, I already know what you’re working with under there. And it’s nice.”
I rolled my eyes before slipping out of the seat. “Goodbye, asshole.”
I headed back to Monet’s; the night was a bust. I guess I was going to be dealing with jerks until my fifteen minutes of fame passed.
“Nay, you here?” I called out as I used my key to step into her apartment.
She stepped out of her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her freshly showered skin. Her eyes widened as she looked me up and down.
“Hey, check you out! Wait… you didn’t meet with him, did you?”
I shook my head and dropped my purse on the couch, sighing deeply. “No, I tried to get my mind off of him, but the pickings were slim tonight.”
“Well, I have a drink with you. Let me throw on some clothes.”
*
I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. Monet and I were sprawled on her couch, passed out. I slowly turned my head and looked at the two empty bottles of wine we downed the night before. Thank God neither one of us had to work.
She groaned as my movements stirred her awake. “Morning.”
“Hey.”
She got off the couch and grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen. “Breakfast?”
I shook my head. “I can't even think about food right now. I think I’m going to head home, though. I stopped by there last night and there weren’t any reporters. I should be good.”
I grabbed my belongings and hugged my best friend. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
She scoffed. “You know my house is yours. Any time, boo. Call me if you need me, okay?”
I nodded and headed to my car. When I got back to my apartment, I saw a long white box in front of my door. I bent down and opened it, gasping at the fresh bouquet of red roses. I picked up the card and read it.
Thinking about you. Call me when you have a chance. -Greg
I smiled at the card; why didn’t I think to call Greg the previous night? My newsworthy antics obviously hadn’t scared him off. Maybe there was hope for me yet.
“Are those from Governor Allsworth?”
I jumped and turned my head in the direction of the voice. A reporter. Where the hell did he come from? I ignored his question and quickly went into my apartment. I texted Greg to thank him for the gift, and he took that as a sign to call me. I felt rude not answering, so I picked up.
“Hello?”
“There she is. How are you, Steph?”
I sighed, surprised that his voice soothed me. “Everything just feels so surreal. I am mortified.”
“Maybe you should’ve come home with me instead,” he laughed.
“Yeah, I’m so sorry about that. Luke and I have- had- a complicated relationship. But I really did enjoy your company.”
“So things are over with him?”
“Definitely.”
“I know you need time to heal, but keep me in mind when you start dating again. Despite everything, I’d love to continue getting to know you. In the meantime, if you need a friend, just give me a call.”
I smiled into the phone. How was a man like him still single? “That means a lot, Greg; it really does.”
“Do you want some company tonight?”
“I think I’m going to stay in tonight. Maybe curl up with a book. But I’ll call you in a couple of days; I’d love to meet up for coffee or something.”
“Sounds good. Talk to you soon.”
Well, that was a lovely start to my day. My hangover quickly overrode the pleasantries I felt from Greg’s conversation, though. I took a few sips of water before changing into my pajamas and curling into my bed. I covered my head with my pillow to try to stop it from spinning, fighting away the nausea.
I was out cold in a matter of minutes, sleeping so deeply, I didn’t even dream. The sound of my cell phone shook me awake hours later. It was Monet.
“Hello?”
“Get up! I have a date for you tonight.”
I wiped the drool from my lips. “What?”
“This guy I know. He’s fine as hell, and he’s down to meet you later. Go out and have some fun.”
“I don’t know…”
“Just do it. Shave your legs and put on some sexy panties; you’re getting laid tonight. He’ll be there to pick you up at eight.”
She hung up before I could object. I lounged around in bed for a few more minutes before getting in the shower to prep for my blind date. Monet had good taste in men- much better than me- so if she said he’d be a good time, I believed her.
Eight o’clock came and went, and my date was a no show. I was fuming. Bailed on two nights in a row? Not happening. I texted Monet at nine.
He didn’t show. What’s this guy’s address?
She texted back a few minutes later.
What?!?! What a dick. He lives on Cherry Street downtown. Don’t remember the house number, but it’s the brick one at the end. Get him, girl!
I jumped in my car and drove to his street. He had the only brick house on his block. I parked in front of the building and walked up to his porch; his lights were on. I banged on the door until he opened it.
“Uh, what’s up?”
He certainly was a looker. Damn, if he’d actually picked me up for our date, I would’ve made
sure we had fun. Instead, I folded my arms. “What’s up? You stood me up tonight and I want a damn explanation.”
He sighed. “Look, I told Monet I’d hook up with you, but I don’t get involved in other people’s drama. I don’t know you well enough to get in a fistfight over you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Some big, bulky guy came by here and threatened me. Told me you were off the market.”
“Who was it?”
“I don’t know. But I told him I‘d back off. Sorry.”
He shut the door, leaving me on the porch. On a whim, I pulled out my phone and texted David.
Hey, did someone tell you to cancel our date last night?
I waited for a few minutes, but he didn’t answer. I went back to my car and heard my phone beep.
Yeah, some bodybuilder looking guy knocked on my door and told me to call it off. Hit me up when you’re single again, babe. No drama.
The men’s descriptions didn’t fit Luke’s, but I knew instantly that he was behind the threats. He was the only one who would do something like that. I was trying to move on with my life, and he was playing games. I sped down the highway to his gated community. The gate to his driveway was open and I pulled right in front of his house.
I didn’t care if his wife was home; I’d fight her again if I needed to in order to talk to Luke. I was sure that once I explained to her that I was trying to get him to leave me alone, she would back me. I pounded away on the door, and my ex-lover answered soon after.
Despite my anger and my desire to move on, seeing him still took my breath away. He was only wearing a pair of faded gym shorts, and I could easily see the outline of his cock through the fabric. I was momentarily paralyzed as I laid eyes on him, but then I remembered why I was there.
“What the hell are you doing? Are you keeping tabs on me?”
He bit down on his bottom lip and looked me over. “You look incredible.”
I stomped my heel against the porch, my fists balled up. “Luke!”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. “You’re acting irrationally right now, making rash decisions to get your mind off of what’s happening; I just want to make sure you don’t make any mistakes.”
“Oh, like getting caught having sex with a married man in the back of a car? How did you even know I had dates the last two nights?”
He shrugged and walked deeper into his mansion. “I have a few surveillance items at my disposal…”
“So, you’ve been spying on me?”
“Yes.”
I stormed after him, following him into his kitchen, watching him as he nonchalantly pulled out a container of ice cream from the freezer.
“Look at me, Luke. This has to stop. We need to stop.”
He pulled out whipped cream and chocolate sauce from the fridge. He removed the cap from the sauce and popped up the top, completely ignoring me.
“Luke. Luke!”
He looked up at me and squirted the bottle in my direction, splashing me with a stream of the brown sauce over my neck and chest.
“Whoops,” he whispered before bending down to clean my skin with his mouth.
I allowed his tongue to trail over my collarbone and breasts before I pushed him away, his lips and chin were I dirtied with chocolate.
I looked around the empty kitchen, whispering. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Relax, no one’s here.”
I winced when he squirted me again.
“Stop it. Luke!”
I grabbed the can of whipped cream and shot it in his direction to defend myself. Streams of white and brown topping flew through the air, splattering on the floor, counters, and our skin. He chased me around the island counter in the middle of the floor, both of us giggling like children.
I ran out of ammo sooner than he did. I tossed the can aside and he pulled me towards him, our lips melding together as we smeared the sticky sweets between us.
“I’ve missed you,” he said as he nuzzled his face between my tits, kissing my sweet skin.
“I’ve missed you too, but we can't keep doing this forever.”
“I already told you that Amy isn’t going to be a problem for much longer; why don’t you believe me?”
I stepped away from his embrace and sighed. “I want to believe it; being with you is my dream. I just don’t see how it could work out.”
“You have to trust me. In the meantime, I don’t want you fooling around with other men. I’m just asking you to wait a little while longer.”
I’d gone out on a lot of dates since Luke and I started seeing each other, and he knew I did. He also knew that I wasn’t sleeping with any of the men; it was just for show. None of the men compared to him.
I looked over his half naked body, lost in thought as my mind raced trying to figure out what to do. I sighed. I knew it was wrong, but I just wasn’t ready to give him up.
“Okay, but we need to be careful.”
He reassured me that Amy would be gone soon, so I only had to deal with my guilt for a little while longer.
He nodded, and my skin heated when he flashed me that wide smile of his. His eyes sparkled, and I immediately knew that waiting for him was the right decision.
“Since we have that settled, let’s focus on more pleasurable things. It seems that I’ve dirtied your dress; let’s get this off of you.”
I turned around and he unzipped my dress, peeling it off of my sticky skin. He hugged me from behind, kissing the back of my neck as one of his hands slid over my panties. I leaned into him and he slipped his hand inside of my panties, grazing his fingers over my sex.
His fingers penetrated my slit, slicking over my wetness. “Mmm, you’ve missed me a lot, huh?”
My wetness grew as he rubbed me and continued kissing my back. I felt his bulge growing behind me, and I reached around to grip his swelling member. I stroked him to full length, his throbbing cock rock hard and hot in my hand. He spun me around to face him and grabbed my hips, lifting me up and propping me on the island countertop.
He removed my bra and panties, and spread my legs wide as he stepped between them. Our mouths met once more and he parted my lips with his tongue, darting it wildly as he tasted me. His lips placed gentle kisses on the racing pulse in my throat before he licked away the chocolate on my collarbone.
He firmly massaged my thighs, and I arched my back into him as his mouth covered my already hard nipples. His hands continued upwards towards my sweet spot, my body tensing in anticipation. I gripped the back of his head and he lowered it down to my belly.
I spread my legs wider for him, a moan ringing in the room as his mouth made contact with my pulsating cunt. He kissed me up and down my slit before parting my fleshy folds with his tongue. I leaned back farther as his tongue entered my warm opening, grinding my hips against his face as my clit rubbed against the tip of his nose.
He reached a hand under his face, and I felt his finger begin to gently probe my asshole. I moaned as his finger slowly entered the tightness, gripping the back of his head to press him deeper into my sex. He moved his tongue to my clit and lightly sucked on the engorged nub, sending hot jolts of electricity throughout my entire body.
My thighs quivered with the direct contact, and I felt an orgasm swelling. He inserted two fingers from his other hand inside of my pussy, curling his fingers to tickle my sensitive flesh.
“Oh yeah, just like that baby.”
I gripped his head harder and rocked against the motions of his mouth, crying out as my body seized. I jerked roughly against him once pleasure overcame my senses and I exploded.
“Mmm, I love the way you taste,” he mumbled as he continued licking my trembling body.
I came down from my high, and I was already ready for more.
“Fuck me now, Luke.”
I reached to him and yanked down his shorts. He kicked them to the side and grabbed my hips, pulling my lower half to the edge of the counter. I opened wide for him as
his cock easily penetrated my slippery pussy.
He propped my legs on his shoulders and guided my ass off the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly as he bounced my body up and down his thick shaft. My long breaths became hoarse gasps as he stroked me deeply. He reached up to my nipples and lightly tweaked the nubs before covering them with his mouth once more.
He dropped my legs and helped me regain my footing before spinning me around and bending me over the counter. He snapped my legs shut and pressed his cock into my tightness, easily slicking in and out of my soaking cunt. I flattened the upper half of my body on the cool granite counter as he rammed my pussy from behind, my harsh squeals floating in the air as he occasionally gave my ass a firm slap. I arched my back and rolled with his thrusts, jolts of pleasure shooting through me with each stroke as his balls smacked against my tender clit.
My arousal was coming back to a peak, and I could feel wetness dripping down my legs as he fucked me just the way I liked it. My legs fought to stand as my body began quivering once more. Luke held onto my ass tightly and pounded me even harder, my hips slamming against the corner of the counter with each thrust. The pain from my hips hitting the counter felt strangely pleasurable when combined with the sensation of his dick stretching me open. I bit down on my lower lip, a low groan erupting from my chest as my nerve endings scorched in ecstasy.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I called out, and he gripped me harder and fucked me faster.
I reached out to grab onto something, to clutch onto anything- but all there was in front of me was the cold counter. My body locked in place and I clawed at the smooth surface before me as my walls tightened around his member, an orgasm overwhelming my body once more.
With a few more deep pumps he filled me with his load, a single, long grunt coming from his lips upon his explosion. I shivered when he pulled his spent cock out of my still throbbing pussy, and I stayed bent over the counter until I calmed down.
He took a few bites of the half melted ice cream and I remained motionless, my body a breathless, sweaty, sticky mess.
When I looked up at him, he offered me his hand. I took it and he led me upstairs to his bathroom, where we stepped in the shower together.
He helped me rinse the dried chocolate from my skin, a look of content on his face. “You’re everything to me, do you know that?”
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