by Clara James
Allie nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. He’d articulated precisely the way she’d been feeling; and explained more eloquently than she ever could why things with Reece had become so painful so quickly. They knew each other too well, they were too close.
“Anyway,” he quickly sighed, shaking his head and breaking the reflective mood that had descended over the pair of them. “What about you?”
“Hmm?” she asked, finding it difficult to follow the sudden change of topic. “Oh,” she added, her brain making the connection. “Oh, no. I’m still very single.”
“Too busy for all that, huh?” he asked, with a half-smile. “You weren’t letting anyone near even for a short time, were you?”
Leaning forwards, Allie wrapped her fingers around the stem of her champagne flute and lifted it to her lips. She quirked an eyebrow at him, as she sipped slowly on the drink. “I was very focused,” she argued good-naturedly.
“Don’t I know it,” he countered.
“I made a decision,” she added. “It wasn’t that I didn’t feel tempted,” she stated, regarded him closely. “But I’d convinced myself that other things were more important.”
“Tempted, huh?” he grinned warmly.
His expression and the timbre of his voice stirred up sensations she’d spent hours fighting at one time in her life. “Yes,” she confirmed, in a whisper.
“How tempted?” he probed, leaning forward in his seat and resting his elbows on the edge of the table.
“I used to think about you when a laid in bed at night,” she admitted, surprising herself with the brazen way she could make that profession and the complete lack of inhibitions she felt in doing so. “I’d touch myself thinking of you,” she added, her voice growing more sultry. “I’d imagine they were your fingers and when I came, it was your name I called out.”
Patrick looked very pleased with himself, as he settled back in the chair. Despite his smile, he shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you, Allie,” he said. “And I don’t think I can give you what you want.”
“How do you know what I want?” she countered, unfazed by his change in demeanor. She already knew that he was still attracted to her, everything up until that point suggested it and the broad grin and sparkle in his eye when she’d mentioned masturbating left her in no doubt.
“I’m selfish Allie, I can’t be in a relationship.”
“You think that’s why I got in touch?” she chuckled. “You think I had some great romance in mind, followed by marriage and children.”
He tilted his head, watching her features and realizing that she was genuinely dismissive of the suggestion. “What did you have in mind, then?” he asked.
“I was hoping you’d be able to show me how the real thing rated against my fantasy,” she hummed, toying with the strap of her dress, and running her fingers along the edge where it caressed her cleavage.
Again, he shook his head. “I mean it, Allie,” he argued. “I can be a total asshole. We do this and I probably won’t ever call you. If you call me, I’ll do my best to avoid you, because I’ll panic that you suddenly want more from me.” Flashing her, his best smile, he shrugged. “It would be a complete fucking mess.”
“No it wouldn’t,” she insisted. “Because I want exactly what you want. Nothing too close, just one night; just sex.”
His eyebrows knitted together. “I’ve known women say that,” he commented, “but they never mean it.”
“Well, I do,” she stressed. “Have you ever known me to say something I didn’t mean?” she challenged him.
“Just sex?” he echoed, cynically.
“What can I do to prove it to you?” she giggled, reaching out and covering his wrist with her perfectly manicured fingers. “All I want is to spend a couple of hours screwing,” she whispered, lifting his hand from the table and dipping her face towards it. Carefully, she parted her lips and guided his index and middle fingers into her mouth.
“Jesus,” he gasped, his whole body jerking, as she began to suck on them.
Allie ran her tongue along the length of his index finger, pausing when she reached the knuckle and rubbing a small circle. She flicked her eyes to his face and watched a muscle twitching in his jaw. Slowly, she pulled her head back, allowing the pads of his fingers to linger on her lower lip, before finally leaving her mouth. “I want these fingers inside me,” she murmured.
Patrick struggled to swallow. “There’s a different side to you, Allie McLaren,” he huskily stated, fidgeting in his seat as he suddenly found his pants too tight.
“Doesn’t everybody have different sides to them?” she asked, extending her tongue and lapping at the tips of his fingers.
“Fuck,” he exhaled. “Yeah, I guess so,” he added, answering her question with no small degree of difficulty.
Smirking to herself, Allie released his wrist. She had him now. “Let’s do it right here,” she suggested, pushing her chair back and rising to her feet. Saucily, she swayed her hips as she made the short journey around to his side of the table and lowered herself into his lap. “Let’s fuck,” she whispered, wriggling her hips and feeling the warm bulge of his groin pressing into her buttock.
“Not here,” he whimpered, staring at her, as though he was suddenly mesmerized by her.
“Why not?” she countered, placing her face within an inch of his and breathing in the clean scent of his cologne.
“For one thing,” he whispered. “The sound will travel downstairs.”
“Let them listen,” she announced, flicking her dark hair from her shoulder as a sign of her abandon.
Patrick laughed deep in his abdomen. “For another thing, I probably wouldn’t ever be able to come up here again without getting a painful erection.”
Allie giggled at the thought, as she dipped her head to his shoulder and began to nip at the thin skin to his collarbone. “So what do you suggest?” she mumbled between kisses.
“My place,” he stated. “And I think we need to go right now.”
CHAPTER FIVE
ONE NIGHT STAND
Patrick pushed her against the door, kissing her thoroughly as he smoothly reached into his pocket and retrieved his keys. Allie’s lips parted in invitation and she was instantly overwhelmed by the size and forcefulness of his tongue. Although she’d never had a relationship with an older man, she’d always assumed they would be more patient in their sexual style; capable of savoring the moments. It became apparent that this certainly wasn’t true of Patrick. His tongue quested deep into her mouth, thrusting in and out like the kiss of a man thirty five years younger. While part of her felt uncomfortable with the adolescent fumbling of his mouth over hers, another part thrilled in how much he wanted her. His excitement was palpable and knowing that she was causing that in him was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Allie pushed lightly on his shoulders, silently requesting that he back off a touch. “We’ve got plenty of time,” she hummed, smiling up into his pale brown eyes.
He groaned, as he pulled his upper body away from her entirely. His eyes jerked to the lock, as he hurriedly slipped the key into its home, then twisted it. He chuckled, as he pushed the door open. “I need you,” he announced, his voice rumbling deep and dark. “I want to fuck you right now,” he added, dipping his head to hers and whispering the words into her ear, before urging her inside with a shove of his hips
The soft Champagne scented breath prompted tiny goose pimples to pop out all over her neck and chest. She was propelled back by the pressure of his nudge and took two paces into the room. Still staring at him, she didn’t bother to turn around and examine the décor or the size of his apartment. Instead, she focused on the broad, strong figure before her, while her tongue swiped frantically at dry lips.
Patrick slipped off his jacket and tossed it uncaringly on the floor, while he kicked the door closed with a flick of his right foot. “Damn,” he mumbled, shaking his head while a broad grin stretched across his face. “You’re even sexier than you
were eight years ago.”
Tossing her small clutch purse to her left, she beamed back at him. “Really?” she asked coquettishly. “Why don’t you come over here and show me?”
Needing no such encouragement, Patrick quickly took a stride forwards, closing the gap between them. He reflexively wrapped one arm around the small of her back, pulling her tightly to his solid form, while his free right hand stroked down the soft, silky fabric of her dress. When he reached the hem at her mid-thigh, he took the return journey beneath the dress; caressing her smooth, naked flesh. He locked his eyes on hers, a smirk of pleasure distorting his mouth, as he watched the tiny alterations on her face. “What were you saying about these fingers?” he muttered sexily.
Being a little shorter than average, Patrick was of a very similar height to Allie in her high heels. So, they stood looking directly into each other eyes, as his fingers danced lightly over the crease of her groin, before teasing aside the thin elastic of her thong. He groaned, when he found her freshly waxed sex, completely naked and smooth to his touch.
Allie noticed the flash in his eyes; the heightening of his excitement. “Good?” she purred seductively.
“So soft,” he muttered, the pads of his fingers gently stroking between her labia and finding her moist. Unable to resist the urge, he slipped his index finger into her tight channel and was delighted to hear her gasped intake, of breath in response. “Nice and tight, too,” he continued softly.
Her eyes reflexively closing, Allie released a breath and shuffled her feet a little further apart. “Oh, God,” she whispered when a second finger was added and his thumb rubbed purposefully over her clitoris. His fingers were short and stocky, meaning there was no depth to his probing, but he was stretching her. And as it turned out, depth was unimportant, because he knew exactly what he was aiming for and found it with an ease that caught Allie off guard. Crooking his fingers he found the spongy flesh at the front wall of her sex and pushed hard against it. Allie yelped, jumping in her skin. Unbidden, her hips began bucking, as she started to lose all control over her body. Her hands fisted the shirt at his shoulders, twisting the cotton until it was on the verge of ripping. Her lower half undulated wantonly, moving with the rhythm of his stroking fingers.
“Fuck, I want to bang you so hard, Allie,” he grunted, increasing the pressure of his fingertips and beginning to rub wildly over her G spot. His wrist was twisting and jerking rapidly between her thighs as he altered his angle. “Come on, come on,” he urged, feeling her muscles begin to tighten.
“Shit,” she hissed, before her mouth drifted open and only puffs of punctuated air were forced from her lungs. She felt a warmth spreading in her abdomen and then came an explosion of warmth as she ejaculated over his hand. “Oh, my,” she panted, “God.” Her cheeks flushed, partly from the force of the orgasm and partly from embarrassment. Allie had never experienced anything quite like it and was entirely unprepared for the gushing that came with her climax. She’d heard of ‘shejacualtion’ and knew the theory was prevalent enough that there must be some truth to it. She didn’t for one moment think that she was capable of it though, and certainly did not realize how much fluid would be expelled.
A low, guttural chuckle came from Patrick, as he slowly slipped his fingers from her. “You look incredible when you come,” his voice rumbled, as he lifted his hand to his face and turned it to her.
Allie gulped, while she stared at his hand coated in a glistening clear fluid. She could also feel the stuff dribbling down her legs. Her face flushed with another wave of shame. “I...I...” she muttered.
Patrick’s grin widened, causing tiny wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes. “Never done that before?” he asked rhetorically. Her shock made it clear to him that it had been a first.
“I don’t...” she began, stumbling. “I’m sorry,” she added, glancing down and noticing that some of her ejaculate had splattered onto the carpet.
“Don’t be,” he huskily announced, opening his mouth and beginning to lick the stuff from his fingers and the palm of his hand. “You’re fucking amazing, Allie,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on her, ensuring that she watched every last drop of her fluid lapped from his skin. “Come with me,” he urged, the arm around her waist slipping away and his fingers looping through hers.
She moved in a blur, glancing back at the splattering she’d left on Patrick’s floor, while he hustled her through a hallway and then opened a bedroom door. As he guided her through, he was already pulling the zipper down on the back of her dress. Her thong, which was still slightly askew, edged up her sex and she noticed that too was soaked.
Patrick’s hands were at her arms, slipping the thin straps of her dress down, it quickly bunched at her waist and his head immediately sank to one of her breasts.
They were smaller now, at least a cup size less than they’d been before her diagnosis, but he didn’t seem to mind that the mounds were petite. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the fact that her bosom was small. He seemed to try to take as much of her right breast into his mouth as he could. As he did so, he guided Allie back to the bed. She happily allowed him to take her, wondering what more he could teach her about the power of her own body.
He eased her down onto the edge of the mattress, carefully pulling her dress off her hips, as he continued to lap hungrily and aggressively at the globe of flesh beneath his lips. When the dress reached her thighs, he had to break from her chest and whip the garment off her legs. Leaving her shoes on, he went back for her thong, peeling that off just as quickly.
Allie shuffled back on the bed, nestling somewhere in the center of the mattress, while she waited for him to join her. Her inner thighs were still clammy and she felt some of the moisture rubbing off on his coverlet. She fought the sensation that it was ‘dirty’, reminding herself that Patrick certainly didn’t seem at all fazed by whatever substance had so suddenly and violently left her.
Meanwhile, he was grappling with his belt and zipper “I’m so fucking hot for you,” he told her, as he pushed his pants and his underwear off his hips. They sank to his knees and remained there, as he began to clamber up onto the bed. He didn’t even bother to unbutton his shirt; it remained exactly as it had been, albeit slightly creased from Allie’s tight grasp.
Allie watched his swollen penis, as he crawled between her parted legs. She found herself comparing it with Reece’s and instantly reprimanded herself for those thoughts. And yet, she couldn’t manage to stop the unwanted musings. Patrick’s pubic hair, just like the hair on his head was flecked with gray, somehow that made him seem even more worldly, although Allie could see the nonsense of that assumption. His manhood meanwhile, was smaller than Reece’s in every way. And despite the rigidness, there was still just the slightest sag to its skin. The head of Patrick’s cock was incredibly dark, and she realized that look wasn’t quite to her tastes; she much preferred the soft pink of Reece’s. ‘Stop it!’ she silently insisted.
Blissfully unaware of the workings of Allie’s mind, Patrick placed his hands on the mattress and carefully lowered his upper body until he was covering her. His mouth immediately swooped down, capturing her lips, before forcing his tongue between them.
Again, there was adolescent desperation in his kiss; a need to mimic with his mouth what he was about to do with his member. Allie had experienced much better kisses, ones that curled her toes, set her skin aflame and made her weak in the knees; the way Reece always kissed her. Mentally shaking herself, Allie tried to focus on Patrick. She had to admit, there was something exciting about his kiss. The primal urgency was thrilling.
Patrick, meanwhile, was reaching to his right. Blindly, he grasped the top drawer of the bedside cabinet and yanked it open. One handed, he reached in grabbed a corner of square foil and pulled it free. Leaving the drawer open, he was forced to lift himself briefly, so he could use both hands to rip the condom packet open.
It became very obvious to Allie that this was something he was highly practiced at, bec
ause as soon as a small rip had been made, he went back to removing the rubber one handed. She then realized he probably hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d spoken of infidelity and a propensity for casual relationships, and she was glad that he’d had the presence of mind to think about protection. Although an STD wouldn’t make a difference to her, given the circumstances, she certainly didn’t want to infect her next lover.
Patrick reached between their bodies and grasped the hard rod that was held captive against Allie’s hip. He slipped the condom over it and rolled it down quickly, before maneuvering the head of his member to her soft, yielding entrance. With a grunt, he jerked his hips to hers, causing their bodies to bump together with a sharp collision of pelvic bones.
“Ahh,” Allie squealed, arching instinctively as he hurriedly filled her. She quickly noticed that size really isn’t everything. Despite the fact she’d had much bigger men than Patrick and more sex than she’d had in her lifetime within the preceding months, his rapid entrance was uncomfortable, making it seem as though she was being penetrated by something much larger than Patrick was actually in possession of. She wondered briefly, whether that was something he was aware of, or if he simply enjoyed fast, rough sex. It was only a flash of thought though, as she closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the sensation of his thick, coarse hair on her outer lips. She writhed against him, trying to stimulate her clitoris, but Patrick was already pulling back.
“Ugh,” he groaned, plunging back into her. “Your cunt feels so good,” he gasped.
This time, she was more receptive to him. The latex was becoming slick with her arousal and ejaculate, so his second thrust was less abrasive. He still seemed to reach deeply within her, though and she bucked when his balls slapped the cheeks of her ass, signaling that he had sheathed himself completely.
