by Terry Towers
“I know so.”
“I’ll have you know I’m not the typical bimbo I’m sure you usually pick up, who’s so easily impressed that a smile and a fancy car will drop her panties by the end of the first day.”
His smile grew wider. “We’ll see by the end of the night where your panties end up. Watch your feet.” He closed the door before I had a chance to reply.
* TT *
“This is a really nice place.” I scanned the restaurant as we sat in a quiet corner booth of a small Italian restaurant. “It’s quaint. How did you ever find it?”
“Trip advisor.”
I raised a brow at him. “Trip advisor, huh?”
“You can find all the best spots with it.”
“Hmmm.” I shifted my attention so I focused on him again.
He leaned forward in the chair, eyeing me as he braced his elbows on the table.. “So, tell me all about yourself. You’ve had me intrigued from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
I laughed. “Intrigued, huh?”
“For real. There’s just something about you. I don’t know. Something special.”
Leaning forward, I mimicked his positon. “Is that your opening line for every woman?”
“Hmmm. Not really. Most women don’t interest me like you do. Which is why I want to know what’s so special about you.”
That was kind of an odd thing to say. “Okay, so what do you want to know?” I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. When I moved here to go to college, I’d decided to leave my past behind – my sister, memories of my deceased father, and I was attempting to distance myself from my mother, but the latter was easier said than done. So there were very few people who knew where I really came from. College was a reset on life, and discussing my family or lack thereof wasn’t something I intended to do.
“Where are you from originally?”
I smiled. “Boston.” Liar, a voice in the back of my mind screamed.
“Really? Where’s your New England accent?”
“Left it back in New England.”
“Ha! Why would you do a thing like that? I love a New England accent.”
Why are you covering your accent? I silently asked, but simply smiled, then replied. “We’re in California now. It’s a new life.”
“That it is. What about your parents? You’re a long ways from home.”
I thought about my father. My poor, murdered father, and I had to push down the anger forming within me. My father was the only one worth staying for in the rat hole of a city I was really from. My mother was weak, and I had neither the patience nor the inclination to coddle her. As for my sister – well, who knew where she was. I hadn’t heard from her in a couple of years, but considering she was somehow connected to my father’s death, I couldn’t care if I ever saw her again. In fact, if I had proof she was responsible, she’d have some serious problems to deal with, worse than whatever it was she was running from currently.
But I digress…
“My mother calls from time to time.” In all actuality, it was several times a day.
“What about your father?”
“He passed away.”
He reached across the table and took my hands in his. “I’m so sorry, Rebecca. He must have been terribly young. Can I ask how he died?”
“Cancer.” I wasn’t about to tell him about my father’s murder. That would only lead to more questions about my family.
“Ohhh.” He gave my hands a squeeze. “So sorry. That’s tragic. Were you close to him?”
“Very. He taught me everything I know. He taught me to be strong and how to survive.”
He cocked his head to the side, eyeing me, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his eyes. “Quite the life lesson.”
My gaze locked with his and I shrugged. Admittedly, I’d always felt I was different. For as long as I could remember, I’d felt that way. Though from time to time, I had to wonder if what I was today was due to conditioning by my father or a genetic trait. I leaned towards the latter since my sister was the exact opposite of me. She allowed her emotions and need to do the ‘right thing’ to override her sense of survival. In my mind, and that of my father – she was weak, which is why I was always the favored one. My father and I were very much the same in the way we thought and went about things.
“You all right?” Kyle gave my hand another squeeze pulling me from my thoughts.
“Of course.” I put a smile on my face and nodded.
“And here you two go. Sorry for the delay, we had a little incident in the kitchen,” the dark-haired waitress explained as she placed our plates in front of us. We were both having an Italian sampler, which included a serving of lasagna, fettucine alfredo, and chicken parmesan.
Incident? I pulled my hands from Kyle’s grasp and leaned back in my chair. “What do you mean by incident? Was someone hurt?”
The waitress shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, her smile fading a smidge. “Umm. Yeah. No. No one was hurt.” Her smile returned to its former glory. “So, is there anything else I can get for you guys?”
“No, that’s fine,” Kyle answered. “Thanks.”
“Enjoy.” Spinning on her heel, she took off back in the direction of the kitchen.
I took a few bites of my dish, first trying the lasagna and then the chicken parmesan. Both were divine. “I can’t believe I never knew about this place. The food is delicious.”
“Glad you like it. So, it’s a step up from the hot dog cart then?” He twirled several strings of fettuccini onto his fork and ate it.
I had to smile. He had a certain charm to him. He was cocky and arrogant, but at the same time I was drawn to him, and it wasn’t because of his look or the chemistry I felt sizzling between us. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something, something I’d never felt before. I didn’t have a choice. I needed to know more about him and figure out what made him tick. In truth, I didn’t just want to know, I needed to know.
Chapter 5
“Okay, come on and tell it to me truthfully,” I said to Kyle as we entered his apartment. The original plan was to make him work for it for a few dates, but who was I kidding? I wanted his dick, and I wanted it tonight.
“Tell you what?” he asked leading me into the living room.
“How can you afford a place like this? Trust fund baby?” I was only halfway serious. The apartment was huge and beautifully furnished, located on the top floor of the complex. Certainly not something a normal college student could afford. If I had to make a wager, I’d say the place would be setting him back at least three thousand a month. My money was on his family being financially blessed.
He laughed. “Normally women wouldn’t be so nosy. They’d just be happy I wanted to take them home.”
I laughed with him. He was such an ass, so much so it made me think it was just an act. “Well, I’m not a normal woman. Besides, it’s not nosy. It’s called getting to know you. Why should I dance around asking something I want to know?”
“Does it matter?”
I cocked a brow at him.
He shrugged, taking a drink of water. “I mean, is it really important if I’m a trust fund baby or not?”
“It is.”
“Why?”
“Because I like a man who stands on his own.”
“I assure you, while my family has been an important part of making me into the man I am today, I stand on my own.”
He led me by the hand to the sofa and sat down, pulling me down beside him. As I settled next to him, I got a faint whiff of his cologne, and I became immediately aroused. I wanted him. I’d wanted him from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him, and I fully intended to have my itch scratched tonight. I also hoped that by fucking him, he’d let down his guard a little, and it would be easier to figure him out. Then I would know, were my primal needs clouding my mind, or was he indeed hard to figure out? A no lose situation really.
“So you worked for your father then?”
“Wo
rked. Work. I guess you could say I’m a bit of a freelancer, especially now that I’m here and taking classes.”
“But if you were making enough money to pay for this, why more education?”
“Because knowledge is power, and in my profession, psychology plays a very important role.”
I forced the smile to remain on my lips as I stared deep into his mesmerizing blue eyes. While I wanted to pursue the line of questioning, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to get me too far tonight.
He brushed the side of my cheek with his index finger. It was a simple touch, but it sent a shiver through me. Damn, it felt good and sparked something in me that hadn’t been ignited in way too long.
Kyle’s hand slipped to the back of my head, his hand fisting my hair. Suddenly, his hand jerked my head back, and I gasped, my eyelids flying open. “Kyle!” I cried out, both startled and immediately aroused by the sudden forcefulness.
His lips came crashing down on mine, claiming me. Grabbing the front of his button down shirt, I fell backwards onto the sofa, pulling him down onto me. Kyle settled between my legs as I slipped my arms around his neck.
Squirming under him, I aligned myself so his hardening dick rubbed against my pelvis. I moaned against his lips as our kiss deepened, his tongue slipping between my lips and searching out mine. My fingers tightened into the material at the back of his shirt as our tongues touched, and a surge of pleasure rushed through me.
Pulling his lips from mine, I whimpered my protest as he began to run a string of kisses along the line of my jaw and down the side of my neck. The gentle nips and kisses he made down my skin increased the need within me. But I wasn’t going to have to wait long. My thirst was going to be quenched tonight.
As his lips reached my collarbone, he pulled up, bringing me with him just far enough so he could reach around my back and unzip my dress. The bodice of the dress loosened, and he pushed it down exposing my naked breasts.
“Do you want me, Rebecca?” he asked looking up and into my eyes as he lowered me back onto the brown leather sofa.
“Yesss,” I gasped.
Kyle smiled that cocky smile of his that I both loved and hated, and then dipped his head, his lips planting light kisses across my chest. When he reached my breasts, he used the tip of his tongue to begin circling the circumference, moving inward until he reached my nipple. He flicked it with his tongue, causing me to gasp. Then he pulled the peak into his mouth, nipping just hard enough to send a surge of pleasure and pain through me. I loved it. Once my first nipple was rock solid, he moved onto the other. Releasing my second one, he kissed the center of my chest and then pulled back, moving down the length of my body.
As he moved lower, he pushed up the skirt of my dress, exposing my red lace thong. Bending, Kyle kissed my inner thigh just above the knee. My heart rate accelerated the closer he got to the apex between my legs. Reaching my mound, he placed a kiss between my legs over the lace, which was already beginning become saturated with the evidence of my need.
I gasped, my hands grabbing onto his shoulders, my fingers digging in.
“Tell me what you want from me, Rebecca.”
“I want you to make me come with your mouth.” I opened my eyes just as he lifted his head, and our gazes locked. The look in his eyes was full of feral need, so intense I nearly came just staring down at him.
Suddenly, he grabbed the delicate material at the waistband on each thigh and gave it a vicious yank, tearing my panties from me. A shudder vibrated through my body as the cool air teased my pussy.
“Tell me again. Tell me how you want it.”
Propping my elbows behind me, I watched him. “I want you spreading my lips and sucking my clit into your mouth.”
He smiled. “Your wish…” Spreading my pussy lips, Kyle ran his tongue along the length of my slit, licking up my juices and making me tremble in need. As he reached my clit, he flicked it with his tongue, sending a surge of pleasure through me. I bucked against his mouth, my hands turning into tight fists.
“And?” he asked, as he slipped a couple of fingers into my core and began stroking my inner wall.
“I want your tongue in me,” I managed to say through clenched teeth.
“That so?” His fingers continued their torture.
“Uh-huh.” I was rapidly coming to the point of orgasm, his fingers playing me unlike any man had ever done before him. I bucked a little harder. “I want more. I want your cock!”
“No.”
I groaned out loud my displeasure of his response. “Please.”
He removed his fingers from me and dipped his head, running his tongue along the length of my slit, over and over, stopping for just a moment to tease my swollen clit. The tremors racing through me increased with each pass. Just as I was about to come, he stopped, and I was left in limbo right at that torturous moment where you’re not sure if you’re going to come or lose that blissful moment. But then he thrust his tongue deep within me, and I exploded into his mouth, screaming out, then flopping back onto the sofa and closing my eyes in an attempt to catch my breath.
Opening my eyes, I saw him looking down at me, and that cocky grin was back on his face. Grabbing the front of his shirt, I attempted to pull him down to me, but he refused, his smile widening. Frowning, I gave him a questioning stare.
“I think it’s time to get you home.”
Okay, this didn’t make much sense to me. He was just going to eat me out and then send me home? What man does that? I’m nearly naked, trembling with him between my legs, and he’s going to turn me down?
I looked down at his crotch. He was hard.
“But don’t…?”
“Another time. I don’t want you to think I just want you for sex.”
Maybe some women would be flattered, but I wasn’t. I wanted him to fuck me, and he was rejecting me. It wasn’t chivalry. It was a game. Plain and simple. “Another time?” Really? Sitting up, I began to fix my dress, pulling the skirt down and zipping the bodice back up.
“Yeah. That way you have something to come back for.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I shot him a you have gotta be kidding me look. Sitting back, Kyle straightened his clothing, pretending to have not seen the daggers I was shooting him with my eyes.
I mulled it over a moment, nibbling on my lower lip. The bugger had me. I couldn’t say a damned thing. If I pressed, I’d look needy. It would turn the tables from him wanting me to me begging for him. No way in hell.
Forcing a smile onto my face, I straightened my back and nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.” Looking down at my watch, I faked a yawn. “I’m getting a little sleepy anyhow. So, maybe it’s best if I head home for the night.”
Kyle caught my gaze, and I could see a little confusion in his eyes. Good. I gave myself a mental pat on the back. If we were going to play this game, then he had better prepare himself for a humiliating defeat.
* TT *
“How’d it go?” Vanessa asked, a wide grin spreading across her lips. She put her textbook aside and focused her attention on me as I opened the door and stepped into our dorm room.
“Usual stuff. Nothing too exciting.” I really wasn’t in the mood to inform my roommate I’d offered myself to him and been rejected. Sure he’d eaten me out, but that was simply to suck me in so I’d fall head over heels for him. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew how the game was played – especially when played with men like Kyle.
“Nothing too exciting?” She sat up fully on the bed and crossed her legs.
She was eager for information, so anxious it made it even more fun for me to keep the night’s events to myself. “Nope.” Closing the door behind me, I proceeded into the room and tossed my red velvet clutch purse on my desk at the foot at my bed and began unzipping the back of my dress.
“Oh come on, Rebecca. Don’t be like this, I tell you all about my dates.”
Not that I ask her to, I said to myself. “There’s really nothing to tell. We went to dinne
r at a little Italian restaurant I hadn’t heard of before.”
“What did you have?”
“Chicken parm.” My dress dropped to my feet, and I stepped out of it. I wasn’t shy about my body, so I didn’t have any issues with Vanessa seeing me in only panties. She had been somewhat uncomfortable with my exhibitionist attitude at first, but now it didn’t even faze her. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt from my dresser drawer, I pulled it over my head.
“And? Then what?” Vanessa groaned out load. “Why does everything have to be like pulling teeth with you?”
I grinned. A genuine smile. “Because it’s so much fun tormenting you.”
“You can be really cruel sometimes.”
My grin widened, and I decided to give her what she wanted. “After supper we went to his place - ”
“ – And”
“And then things got a little heated.”
“Ohhhh.” Her green eyes shone with excitement, and she squirmed on her bed. “How was he?”
“Dunno. He went down on me and then brought me home.”
“So you turned him down, kinda making him work for it?”
“Nope. I wanted him to fuck my brains out, and he said maybe on the next date.” I grabbed the text book he’d given to me, flopped down onto my back on my little single sized bed across the room from Vanessa’s and opened the book to where I’d left off.
She crinkled her nose up at me. “Maybe he was trying to a gentleman?”
I snorted. “No, that wasn’t it at all.”
She shrugged. “Then what’s your take? You always have a theory.”
“He’s playing the game. That’s all.”
“So what are you going to do?”
I looked over at her and smiled. “Play it better.”
Chapter 6
I was pissed. All weekend and not a single call from him. Sure, it was a game he was playing, but it was pissing me off. And it further pissed me off that I was pissed off. Period. When Vanessa asked me, I would simply smile, but in reality I was seething. Entering my first class on Monday, my eyes went immediately to the spot that Kyle had claimed – more or less – over the past week. He was there.
