by J. S. Cooper
“Henry,” I squeaked out. I didn’t know men like him really existed. So confident, so sexy, so dominant. I loved it. I loved feeling like I was the most desired woman in the world. I loved feeling and seeing his hardness next to me. I had done this to this handsome man. I was the one that was turning him on. It made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I was on top of the world.
“Are you ready?” he said as he slid his fingers inside of me. I gasped as my eyes closed and I felt him groaning as he nibbled on the side of my neck as his fingers slid in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I felt him grinding his hard cock next to my leg and I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thickness.
His cock moved at my touch and I could feel it growing harder as I squeezed. I moaned as I felt his fingers moving in me faster and my body buckled as he rubbed my clit softly.
“Oh, Henry,” I moaned and sighed as he withdrew his fingers from inside of me. I moved his hardness down between my legs and he rubbed it against me before his hips crashed down on mine. His tongue entered mine as the tip of his manhood rubbed my wetness and I rocked back and forth next to him, loving the feel of him, hard and horny pushing into me.
His hand reached up and squeezed my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples. His mouth left mine and he reached down and pulled my right breast into his mouth. His lips sucked on my nipple as his teeth nibbled gently. I cried out in ecstasy at the feel of him touching me. His breath and mouth were warm and teasing on my body. He pushed me back down, flat onto my back and then he kissed down my stomach. My body stilled as he made his way down to my sweet spot slowly. I reached down and grabbed his hair, running my fingers through his wild silky tresses. I gasped loudly when I felt his tongue on me.
“Scream for me, Lacey. Tell me how badly you want me.” He grunted as his tongue entered me deliciously, feeling even better than his fingers had previously.
“Henry, don’t stop.” My body moved involuntarily on his bed and I felt my legs trembling as he brought me to orgasm with his tongue. “Don’t stop,” I screamed as I felt my body buckling as his tongue moved in and out of me quickly.
“Oh baby, I won’t.” He looked up at me and I watched as he jumped off of the bed quickly to grab a condom. I was about to moan out at his leaving me, but he made his way back to the bed in record time and before I knew what was happening, he was entering me and I felt like my body was on fire.
“Ooooh,” I cried out as he slid in and out of me, his cock reaching and touching places inside of me that I didn’t even knew existed. I wrapped my legs around his back and held on tightly as he slammed into me, his groans and grunts turning me on more than I’d ever thought was possible.
“Henry,” I cried out as his eyes met mine and his movements became slower and slower. “I’m going to come,” I whispered slowly and he grinned at me and started moving faster again.
“Come for me, Lacey.” His lips moved down onto mine and I felt myself exploding in an orgasm as his tongue entered my mouth. He grabbed my hips and started moving even faster for a few minutes and then I felt his body stilling as he too exploded. He collapsed on me for a few seconds and then kissed me on the cheek and jumped off of the bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked him confused as I watched him walking away from me.
“Just to clean up. I’ll be back.” He gave me a quick smile before walking quickly to a door. I tried to smile back, but I didn’t know what to say.
I lay back in the bed, feeling satiated yet empty inside. Maybe it was the way he’d jumped out of the bed so quickly to go and shower and just left me there, feeling desolate and somewhat alone. Almost like a whore. Like he’d gotten what he wanted and now I was of no use to him. I knew I wasn’t being fair. It had been an amazing experience. He was a perfect lover. The best lover that I’d ever had. Yet, a part of me felt hollow inside. I wanted to be with him again.
“Go for what you want, Lacey,” I mumbled to myself as I scrambled out of the bed to make my way toward the bathroom so that I could join him in the shower. Maybe we could bathe each other. In a romantic sexy way. I paused as I made my way there. Would that be too intimate? Would he turn me away? Tell me he didn’t want to bathe with me. For a second I felt nervous and shy, what if he turned me away? What if he told me that he didn’t want to be intimate with me again? What if he looked at me as if I wasn’t good enough? I couldn’t face that. I knew my feelings were unreasonable. I wasn’t sure why I was feeling so insecure. Maybe because I already felt connected to him. Maybe because I felt slightly dissed because he’d jumped out of bed to shower right away. Like he needed to clean his skin and me off of him as soon as possible. That hurt. Made me feel insecure. Made me feel cheap and dirty. Easy almost. There were no words of love whispered to me. No declarations of affection. It was just an act. Nothing special. Nothing special at all. That hurt. A lot more than I thought it would. But I knew that I shouldn’t have expected him to say anything special. I mean, if he had, I wouldn’t have even have believed him. What could I have expected him to say? What if he had said something like, “I love you, Lacey.” I would have looked at him incredulously and unbelieving. Though, I knew deep inside, I would have felt amazing as well. It would have been like something out of a romance book or movie. And as unrealistic and insincere as I knew it would be, I also knew that I still would have loved it and had great hope.
I continued toward the bathroom, ready to surprise him. I wanted to be confident. I wanted to be someone different. I wanted for everything to be sexy and fun. I didn’t want to be held back by my emotions. I wanted to be everything that I wasn’t. I was about to open the door when I heard Henry speaking. I paused with my hand on the door and listened to see if he was actually talking or if he was singing along to a song.
“I can’t meet you tonight.” His voice sounded urgent and I paused, my heart thudding at his words. Who was he talking to? “You know I care. You know I want to see you.” His voice was insistent. “I can make tomorrow work.”
Tomorrow? Who was he meeting tomorrow? And who wanted to know if he cared? I could feel my body growing warm and worried. Not a feeling that I enjoyed. At all.
“Claudia.” His voice softened and I gasped softly. So he was talking to a woman. I took a step back. I shouldn’t be listening to him. I shouldn’t be eavesdropping. It was really none of my business. Not at all. I didn’t even want to know. Didn’t want to hear. Who was Claudia? My throat felt dry. Who the fuck was Claudia? I wanted to scream out and ask him. Does she know you just slept with me? We just had sex. And now, now you’re on the phone with someone else? I knew I couldn’t say anything. Knew I had no right. No place. What we’d just done. It wasn’t special. Not to him. I had to remember that. I took another step back, but then stopped.
“Claudia, you know I proposed to you for a reason. My feelings were real.”
Proposed? My heart sunk faster than a ten-ton elephant in the ocean. I felt like I wanted to throw up. Was Henry engaged? Or had he been engaged? Who exactly was this Claudia?
“I’ll meet you tomorrow, Claudia. At Spasso’s. The coffee shop on the corner of Pine,” he said and my brain locked down on the name. “Let’s say eleven.”
I hurried back to the bed and gathered my clothes from the floor. I needed to go home. Now. I didn’t want to stay here. Feeling cheap. And used. Like some floozy. I pulled my clothes on quickly and ran my fingers through my now wild and frazzled hair. I stood there for a few seconds debating whether or not I should just leave or if I should wait for Henry to come out of the bathroom and make up some excuse for my departure. Did he really deserve a reason? Maybe he wouldn’t even care? Maybe he’d be happy for me to leave. I didn’t know. I hesitated one second too long and I realized my decision had been made for me when I heard the bathroom door opening and I watched as Henry walked out in all his naked glory, his body dripping with glistening drops of water.
“Why are you dressed?” He looked at me with a confused expression, hi
s eyes looking over my fully dressed body quickly as he walked over to me.
“I have to go home.” The words tripped out of my mouth rapidly. “I, uh, just remembered I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”
“So?” He frowned. “Why does that mean you have to leave now?”
“Because I have to get ready for it?”
“Get ready for it?” He stopped next to me and I could see that he was already hard. I swallowed and looked back up. I didn’t want his manhood to make me stay. I didn’t want to start questioning about what I’d heard on the phone.
“Women’s stuff.” I gave him an awkward smile, then leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. His lips pressed against mine and I melted into him, breathing in his musky masculine scent. My fingers ran to his wet hair and I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to let him go. I felt like an idiot for getting attached so quickly. What had I been thinking? I’d known that I wasn’t the sort to be able to have a casual sexual relationship. I knew I wasn’t the sort that could do friends with benefits. Had I really slept with him thinking that I wouldn’t become emotionally attached? I didn’t know what I’d been thinking. I didn’t understand myself. What the hell was I doing? I pulled myself away from him and gave him a small smile. “Thanks for a great night, but I have to go now.”
“What?” He looked dazed. “You’re being serious? You’re going to leave?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I think I’ll call an Uber or something.”
“Don’t be stupid. If you really want to leave, I will take you home.” He shook his head and sighed. “Let me just pull some clothes on.”
“Okay,” I said, not wanting to argue with him. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said, sounding slightly exasperated. “If you’re sure you need to go now.”
“Yes.” I nodded and looked down at the floor. “I need to go.”
“Okay,” he said and I watched as he walked to his closet. I wanted to call out to him. I wanted to ask him who Claudia was and why he was meeting her tomorrow. I wanted to know so badly, but I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to think I was crazy.
Chapter Ten
So it turns out that I’m just a little bit crazy. I mean I’ve always known I’m a bit emotional, but as I made my way to Spasso’s the next morning, I knew I was crazier than even I had thought. I was slightly ashamed of myself that I was going to spy on Henry, but I reasoned that it wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t like I’d hired a private detective to see what he was doing. I was just going to get a coffee and it just happened to be at the same coffee shop that he had casually mentioned in his phone call.
Coincidence. Yeah, even I couldn’t lie and convince myself of that fact. I just couldn’t stop myself. I needed to know who this Claudia was. I needed to know why she seemed so important to him. My heart couldn’t take not knowing. I was already way too invested in this situation and I knew that I should back out of it. I knew that I should just block and delete his number and never see him again. We’d only had sex once. Nothing more than that. The way I was acting wasn’t healthy, but I couldn’t help myself. I just needed to know. And now, I’d already slept with him, why bother walking away. The emotional and intimate damage had already been done. It wasn’t like it was going to hurt any less now if I walked away. I got to Spasso’s and looked around in surprise. It was a lot more depressed looking than I would have thought it was going to be. All I’ve ever wanted in life is to be loved, to be truly loved. That’s the goal. The gift. The true gift that life can give you. I’ve known since I was a little girl that love was all I ever really wanted. And I also knew that Henry wasn’t the man to give me the love that I craved. Even as I walked into the coffee shop feeling like a crazy person, I knew. I knew that I was out of my mind, essentially stalking Henry, but I needed to know who he was meeting and why. I needed to know because I was falling for him. Even though I knew that I shouldn’t.
Spasso’s was not a cute café. Not in the slightest. The walls were a putrid bright yellow. The floor was a mass of graying and decaying vinyl and I wondered what I was doing sitting there in that coffee shop, waiting like some sort of desperado. I wasn’t the sort of girl to spy, to go incognito and hidden, to try and trap a guy in a lie. I wasn’t the sort of girl that became obsessed to the point of distraction. I wasn’t the sort of girl that would let a man take over my mind. No man had ever done to me what Henry was now doing to me. No other man had ever driven me this crazy. I couldn’t think about or focus on anything else. He was all that occupied my thoughts. He was all that I could think about. And all I could wonder was how many other girls he was talking to, how many other girls he wanted, he propositioned. How many other girls he preferred over me. I hated that he was always on my mind, but I never seemed to be on his. I hated that I wanted him to be as obsessed with me as I was with him. I wanted to occupy his every thought, but I knew I didn’t. I hadn’t heard from him since last night. He hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. He didn’t miss me. He didn’t care. He wanted nothing to do with me. He’d dropped me as quickly as he’d picked me up and that stung. How could he not miss me? How could he not care at all? I’d thought we’d grown so close. I’d thought that perhaps we were falling in love. Even as I had that thought, I wanted to groan at how completely unrealistic I was. And how completely crazy even I thought I was by my thoughts. I’d barely met this guy and only spent one real night with him and yet I was going crazy.
I bet if he knew that I’d thought we were falling for each other, he’d want to call the mental institute or something. I was almost halfway to calling the mental institute on myself. I wished we were falling in love because that’s how fairy tales went and I really wished that my love life could be some sort of fairy tale. I just wasn’t that lucky. I was just delusional. I sighed as I thought about the fact that a part of me had seriously thought we were really and truly falling for each other. Just because we’d had sex. I was the biggest idiot that I knew. If I hadn’t decided to try and surprise him in the shower and heard him on his phone, I might still be trying to fool myself. I might even have convinced myself that the passionate sex we’d had had been because he was head over heels for me. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t seem to comprehend that men could sleep with women without it meaning anything to them. I was just a body to him. I meant nothing.
I needed to remember that men were different from women. I knew I was feeling this way because I didn’t know how to read men well. I’d seen a look in his eyes, thought we’d shared a special connection, but I knew now that I was wrong. The look wasn’t special between us. I’d seen him giving that look to other girls in the past and it had driven me crazy inside (though I never would have admitted that before). The pangs of jealousy had hit me fast when I’d seen him giving his cute flirtatious smile to other women; even Eliza. It made me feel like nothing we had was special. It made me feel like I was just another girl in a long line of girls. And a part of me wondered if that was what I was. And if so, why was I here, sitting in this coffee shop like some two-bit spy, trying to figure out who Claudia was and why he was meeting up with her. I looked around the diner again and frowned. This wasn’t exactly a date spot. At all. I couldn’t imagine that Henry was meeting her here for any sort of seduction. I was about to get up and leave when I saw a commotion at the front door. The entire coffee shop went quiet as a beautiful tall woman walked through in an impressive dark gray fur coat. I knew right away that this was Claudia. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I just did. She had an air about her that matched Henry’s and I knew instinctively that this was the lady that he’d proposed to. When, I didn’t know, but I knew this was her.
My stomach fell as I thought about the fact that this was someone that he’d actually developed feelings for, but I tried to dismiss it. I watched as the lady walked into the coffee shop gracefully. She had a leash in her right hand and a poufy white poodle followed behind her, it’s head held up, like some sort of aristocrat. It was e
verything I could do to not start giggling at the sight of Claudia and her obnoxious poodle. They both looked out of place as they waked into the coffee shop and looked around in disdain, both of their perfectly pert noses screwed up as they gazed around at their surroundings. I wasn’t sure why I thought the site of them was so amusing, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling slightly giddy.
I tried not to be obvious as I watched them, but it didn’t really matter because Claudia wasn’t paying any attention to me as she stared straight ahead of her. She walked over to the first table and sat down gracefully, scrunching her nose up as she looked at the cracked plastic of the table in front of her. I studied her in admiration, trying to ignore my feelings of jealousy and insecurity. She was gorgeous in one of those blessed by God ways. Her face was the perfect shape and she had dove shaped blue eyes, perfectly shaped pink lips, a straight delicate nose and a peachy complexion that complimented her dark hair. She was tall and skinny and looked like she had just stepped off of a runway. I felt like an ugly pig in comparison to her and I tried not to let my insecurities bring me down; though it was hard. I could see from the stares of the other patrons in the coffee shop that her mere presence here seemed to class it up slightly and others were drawn to her. I tried so hard not to stare at her through my cheap plastic sunglasses, but it was just too hard. All of a sudden, I noticed her perking up, a slow deliberate smile spreading across her face as she leaned forward and I could feel my body freezing. I looked over to the main entrance again slowly, already knowing what and who I was going to see. There stood Henry, tall, handsome, and domineering in the doorway. I looked down quickly as his eyes scanned the coffee shop, but they didn’t stop on me. His eyes immediately went to the statuesque beautiful lady that I was pretty confident went by Claudia and he hurried over to her with a bright, calculated smile, his features looking warm and excited.
