by E. L. Todd
“Like you’ve never had a terrible song stuck in your head,” I jabbed.
“Oh, I have,” she said. “But I don’t sing it out loud.”
I didn’t hand her the Nyquil. “You know, I can just keep this.”
“And I can wait a lifetime until you admit that’s a good song.”
I set the Nyquil down. “Then I guess you’ll be awake all night.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and didn’t budge. “Fine by me.”
I changed the channel to ESPN.
“I’m telling your parents you like that song.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” I narrowed my eyes on her face.
“Just admit it and that secret will stay between us.”
I sighed and shook my head slightly.
“Come on, Ash.”
“Fine…it’s not that bad.”
“That’s what I thought.” A triumphant look was on her face.
“Let’s move on now.”
“If you can stop singing to yourself.”
“I’ll manage,” I said darkly.
We watched TV for another hour and Alessandra started to doze off. Quiet sighs escaped her lips every few minutes, and a cough erupted here and there. I turned off the TV then scooped her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. She stirred slightly and released a yawn.
I tucked her in the sheets then put the Nyquil by her bedside.
“Thanks for taking care of me…” Her eyes were closed.
“No problem.” I moved my fingers through her hair and watched her relaxed features.
“I guess I’ll see you later.” She pulled the sheets further over her shoulder.
“I assumed I was sleeping here.”
“Really?” She cracked her eyes open. “And sleep in a bed with a sick person?”
“I’m immune to everything.”
“I still have a bad cough.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“You aren’t a germaphobe?”
“Nope,” I said. “Believe me, I’ve seen worse. And you might need me for something later.”
“I feel like I have a nanny…a hot one.”
“Butler is a more appropriate name. And thank you.”
“Wow…you were humble for once.”
“Shut the hell up.” I stripped my clothes off and got into bed beside her. She was warm from her fever but I didn’t mind being close to her. I pressed my chest to her back and felt her body struggle to breathe normally. I kissed the back of her neck before I wrapped my arm around her waist.
“Good night, Ash…”
“Good night, baby.”
She didn’t protest to the nickname for once, but I wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t mind or because she was already asleep.
Alessandra
I was paying bills at the kitchen table when Ash walked inside.
“Yo.” He immediately headed to the fridge and grabbed a beer.
I looked up from my checkbook and glared at him. “Uh…come in?”
He downed half his beer in a single drink. “There’s nothing better than cold beer.”
“Did you forget how to knock?”
“I didn’t see the need.”
“Well, I could have been walking around naked or something…”
“Like I haven’t seen that before.”
“Or doing something else private.”
He grinned. “Like masturbating? I would have loved to walk in on that. But I doubt you touch yourself now that you have me around.”
I chucked my pen at him. “God, you’re annoying.”
“Me?” he asked innocently. “It doesn’t seem like you’re annoyed when I’m thrusting inside you.”
“Because you aren’t talking.”
He sat in the chair across from me and continued to drink his beer. “What’s up?”
“Paying my bills.”
“Exciting…”
“Can I help you with something?” My pneumonia was gone and I felt a lot better.
“Are you free tomorrow night?”
“Depends…”
“My parents want to have dinner. I need you to play the perfect woman.”
“You better rock my world when we get home.”
He grinned. “When have I ever disappointed you?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Thanks for helping me out.”
“Thanks for making me come.” I grabbed my cable bill and wrote a check.
“I don’t mind in the least,” he said. “My dick loves that tight pussy.”
I shoved everything inside the envelope. “Do you need to be so crude all the time?”
He shrugged. “I’m just honest. My dick really does love your pussy. It’s a fact.”
I moved on to the next bill.
“Do you have plans for the evening?”
“Nope.”
“So, I can chill?”
“You already make yourself welcome so do whatever you want.”
He finished his beer then left the bottle on the table. “Does that include anal?”
I flinched then stared at him. “What?”
“You’ve never done it?” he asked. “It’s when I stick my dick in your asshole—”
“I know what it is,” I snapped. “My pussy isn’t good enough for you?”
“No, it’s great,” he said. “But I’m always open to new things.”
“Well¸ I’m not.”
He gave me puppy eyes. “Come on. You know they always say to go for the new experience.”
“Who are they?”
He shrugged. “Society?”
I turned back to my work and tried to ignore him.
“So…is that a yes?”
“A yes to what?”
“Anal.”
Fire came out of my eyes. “I said no.”
“No…you asked if your pussy wasn’t good enough.”
“Well, I’m saying no now.”
His shoulders slouched in disappointment. “I bet you would really enjoy it. I know what I’m doing.”
I held up my hand. “Can you be quiet for five minutes so I can finish this?”
“Why can’t I just talk and you do that later?”
“You aren’t the center of my universe, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I’m not?” he asked in surprise. “Hey, I took care of you when you were sick. I even took you to the hospital. You owe me some sugar now that mucous isn’t spilling out of…everywhere.”
I sighed then set the bills aside. “I’m obviously not going to get anything done with you here…”
He rubbed his palms together greedily. “Okay, I’m going to get the lube.”
“Lube?” I asked. “When have I ever not been soaked for you?” Sometimes I was embarrassed by how strongly my body reacted to him. There was no way for me to hide how much I wanted him.
“For anal,” he said. “You need lube for that. Saliva isn’t going to cut it.”
I threw my checkbook at him.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“I said no. And I know I said no.”
“Give me one good reason why you don’t want to try it out.” He picked the checkbook off the floor and set it on the table.
“Because I’m a woman and like it in the correct hole.”
“Dude, it’s good the other way. Trust me.”
“Maybe for you,” I argued.
He leaned over the table. “Baby, when have we ever done something that you didn’t enjoy immensely?”
I was drawing a blank.
“We’ve done a lot of things you’ve never done before, and you’ve loved all of it. Trust me, I’m a pro when it comes to this stuff. You will love it. Scouts honor.”
“You were in the scouts?” I asked in surprise.
“Yeah…it was a long time ago. Long story.”
I didn’t want the short version or the long version.
“Just give it a chance and see how you li
ke it,” he said. “If you hate it, then we’ll never do it again. Problem solved.”
I couldn’t believe I was considering this. But Ash was so experienced and he never let me down. Not once did we have sex and he finished first. He always pleased me before letting himself go. “I guess…”
He broke out in a smile. “Excellent.”
***
Ash picked me up the following night.
“Holy Toledo, you look hot.” He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.
“Thanks…” I tried to act like his compliments didn’t mean anything but they did.
He stepped further inside the apartment then walked around me so he could get a good look. “And your ass looks great.”
“I’m sure your parents will appreciate that.”
He chuckled. “I think they will.”
I turned to the table and grabbed my clutch. “So, where are we—”
Ash bent me over the table and held me down. One hand yanked my dress up and pulled my panties aside.
“What are you—”
He thrust himself hard inside me from behind. “So tight…” He gripped one shoulder then gathered my hair in his other hand. “I’ll make this quick. I can’t go out unless I get this done.”
I wanted to protest but he felt so good inside me. I gripped the table and arched my back so he’d have a better view of my ass.
He pounded into me hard, shaking the table slightly. Sometimes it would skid across the floor a few inches because he packed so much power into his thrusts. His thick cock stretched me every time it moved inside me.
Now I didn’t give a damn if we were late.
He breathed hard and panted from behind me, giving me everything he had. Feeling the aggressive way he took me made my legs burn. I clenched them tightly together so my channel would be even more constricted.
Ash noticed. “Fuck.” He tightened his grip on my shoulder.
I reached one hand behind me and grabbed his hip. I pulled him into me harder, wanting everything and a lot more. I moaned and couldn’t stop. Every time we screwed, I couldn’t hold on. Then I exploded down below, making my legs shake and my throat hurt from my screams.
Ash moved even harder when he realized I reached my climax. Then he stilled and released inside me. He filled me, and I could feel the warmth of his seed. He quickly backed out of me then pulled up his pants. “Alright. Let’s go.”
I stood up straight and my muscles screamed in protest. Then I adjusted my clothes and hair so it wouldn’t be obvious I just got rammed by a bull. I cleaned up then grabbed my clutch before I headed to the door. “Ready?”
He smoothed out his shirt then adjusted his watch. He acted like nothing just happened. “Yep.” He walked out and waited for me to shut the door and lock it.
He and I left the building then walked down the sidewalk to the restaurant. Ash kept his hands in his pockets as he walked beside me. He seemed a little tired from our rendezvous.
I was too.
“I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked.
“Nope.”
He grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. “Good. Sorry I sprung on you like that. Honestly, I wasn’t really thinking.”
“I could tell. And I didn’t mind.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I could tell.” He pulled me closer into his eyes.
Ash didn’t show me affection outside closed doors unless his parents were present. But now he did it like it was natural. His thumb brushed across my knuckles. His hand was much larger than mine so sometimes handholding was difficult. “So, what did you do today?”
“Just worked.”
“Any decent clients?”
I shrugged. “They’re all the same.”
“Meaning?”
“They need the approval of others when all that really matters is their own.”
“That sounds shitty,” he said.
I shot him an incredulous look. “You’re doing the exact same thing.”
“Uh, no,” he snapped. “I’m trying to get my money. The second I have it, I’ll go back to being myself. Opinions are irrelevant to me. Couldn’t care less.”
I faced forward and continued walking.
“All they all losers?”
“Loser is a strong word.”
“Well, if they have to pay for your time, then they aren’t cool.”
“That’s not really the case,” I said. “But I admit you’re the first attractive client I’ve ever had.”
That put a grin on his face. “I bet.”
“And the youngest.”
“Shocking,” he said. “You must have been thrilled when you saw me walk into that coffee shop.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that.”
“Horny?”
I smacked his arm. “No.”
“In love?”
“Get over yourself.”
“Seriously,” he said. “What did you think when you first saw me?”
Was he really going to put me on the spot like this?
He nudged me in the side. “You can tell me, baby.”
He already knew what I thought anyway. “I thought you were hot.”
“No way.” His voice was full of faked surprise. “You don’t say?”
I smacked him with my clutch. “You’re being a dick.”
He chuckled. “I’m kidding. When I first saw you, I thought the same thing. I thought about beating off in the shower while thinking of you.”
It was so disgusting but so hot at the same time. “Really?”
“Cross my heart.” He made the gesture with his hand.
“That’s…intense.”
“A buddy of mine has a buddy who used your services. He said he beat off to his escort in the shower. When I saw you, I understood why.”
It was a compliment, albeit a disgusting one. “Uh, thanks. I wonder who it was.”
He chuckled. “Probably you.”
“What’s your friend’s friend’s name?”
He shrugged. “I don’t have a clue.”
“Well, it could have been Shelly or one of the other girls.”
“Eh…” He shook his head.
“You don’t think Shelly is pretty?”
“Of course I do,” he said quickly. “But I think you’re way hotter. You’re, like, super hot. If you were a super hero, your name would be SuperSexy and you would fight crime by seducing men with just a look.”
“As flattered as I am, I think that’s a little excessive.”
“I don’t,” he said seriously. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles. He did this in stride, like his actions weren’t affectionate. Ash spent most of his time with me. Come to think of it, he spent all his time with me.
We approached the restaurant and Ash glanced at his watch. “We’re ten minutes late. They’re probably already here.”
“Whose fault is that?” I gave him a pointed look.
He opened the door for me. “Hey, I don’t have any regrets. And if they ask why we’re late, I’ll tell them.”
I stopped in the doorway. “Whoa…hold on. You better not.”
“What?” he asked in confusion. “My parents know I’m a horndog.”
“But do they need to know I’m a horndog?” I snapped.
“Well, you’re with me.” He winked. “I think it’s implied.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t say anything.” Then I stepped inside. There was a crowd around the entryway as people waited for their tables to be ready. The sound of clanking glasses and silverware filled the air. People sat at the tables covered in white tablecloths. White candles were on each one.
I searched the crowd as I tried to locate his parents when my eyes landed on the person I least expected to see. He was sitting at a small table with a beautiful brunette across from him. He wore a dark blazer and a nice watch. He only had eyes for his date, who he was clearly smitten with. And I didn’t blame him because she was the definition of perfection.
She
grabbed her wine glass to take a drink, and on her left hand was a sparkling engagement ring. It was so bright, and clear and flawless. She set the glass down then fidgeted with it, like she wasn’t used to wearing it because it was new.
Tony reached across the table and held her hand. Their fingers interlocked, and she released a gentle smile.
Oh. My. God.
“Where are the old people?” Ash stood beside me and looked around. “Oh, there they are.” He pointed at the table directly next to Tony’s.
Damn, I had to get out of there.
I turned around and hauled ass. I pushed through the large doors then got to the sidewalk. Then I quickly walked past the windows so I couldn’t be seen. The last thing I wanted was for Tony to see me. That would just make it worse. My eyes welled with tears but I commanded them to stop. He wasn’t worth crying over.
“Alessandra?” Ash came out of the doors. “What the hell are you doing?”
I kept walking.
Ash jogged then caught up to me. “Whoa, baby. What’s up?” He grabbed my arm and held me still.
“I’m sorry…I can’t. I don’t mean to bail or let you down but I just can’t.” I pulled my arm and stepped back. “I’ll make it up to you. But I have to go.” I wouldn’t make eye contact with him. I stared at the cars in the street instead.
“What?” he blurted. “You were fine just a second ago.”
“I have to go.” I held up my hand to silence him. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Hey, just calm down.” He grabbed my hands and placed them against his chest. “If you aren’t feeling well or you flat-out don’t want to do this, that’s totally fine. I’m not mad. It’s okay.”
My eyes finally found his.
“But tell me what’s wrong. When we walked in there, we were joking around. Then you spun on your heel and took off quicker than Runaway Bride.”
“I…” I didn’t want to say. It was humiliating and heartbreaking.
He cupped my face and forced my look on him. “Baby, you can tell me anything. What did you see? What’s wrong?”
Why was I hesitant to tell him? He already knew everything else.
“Tony is in there…”
“Oh…” Understanding came into his eyes. “I guess that’s awkward.”
“That’s not the bad part,” I said. “He’s in there with a woman.”
He nodded his head. “Everything is coming together.”
“And they’re engaged…” My voice came out as a whisper because I was so devastated. “There’s a ring on her finger and I saw the way he touched her. We’ve been broken up for six months and he’s already getting married?” My eyes watered again.
