"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'm sitting out in front of the building, so I could get some privacy." She sounded really stressed.
"Hold on a second, baby." I covered the phone microphone with my hand. "Turn right, Andy."
"Okay," he agreed with a curious expression as he complied. "Where are we going?"
"Do you know where that orthopedic clinic that Sydney works at is?"
"Yeah."
"We're going there," I said with a smile. We were only a few minutes from Sydney's work, and she needed me.
"Ah." He nodded. "Got it."
I put the phone to my ear again. "I'm back, baby. Tell me what's going on."
"I'm sorry to bother you if your busy," she said sadly. "I can call you later."
"Sydney, baby," I replied calmly. "You know I'm never too busy to talk to you."
"It's just been a horrible day so far." She sounded close to tears. "I've made a bunch of stupid mistakes at work already today."
"It's only your second week there, baby. I don't think you're expected to be perfect just yet."
"I know, but I feel so out of sorts today. I just can't seem to stay focused."
"Have you called Lauren?" I asked. "Maybe working things out with her would help?"
"I'm not ready to talk to her just yet," she said, her voice breaking as she started crying.
"Okay. What can I do to make you feel better?" I asked, noticing that Andy was pulling into the drive of Sydney's work.
"I really wish you were here right now. I miss you."
I saw her as we pulled around toward the entrance. She was sitting on the ground with her back against one of the brick pillars of the buildings entryway. Her knees were pulled up, and she looked so sad and lost as Andy pulled up next to the curb.
"Look to your left, baby," I told her then stepped out of the car.
"What?" she asked in confusion.
"Sydney," I said after lowering the phone from my ear. Her face turned toward me at the sound of her name. She stood abruptly as her face lit up with delight.
"I've got to go," she said into her phone with a smirk. "Some hot guy just showed up to see me."
"Nice," I said gruffly as I narrowed my eyes at her, still smiling. "Come here," I said as I crooked my finger toward her. She rushed into my embrace then, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine. I crushed her against me and lifted her up off her feet, breathing in her scent. I set her down and pulled my head back enough to look at her. "I missed you too." I kissed her then, unable to help myself. Her soft warm lips felt so good against mine. She kissed me back passionately, heedless of where we were, and I responded in kind, sweeping my tongue into her mouth with a growl of need.
"Get a room!" Andy yelled out the open car door, and I lifted a hand to flip him off without breaking the kiss. Eventually, we managed to tear our lips away from each other, both of us left breathless and aroused. I could see in her eyes how much she wanted me. They were filled with the same helpless need that I was sure was in my eyes too.
"I love you," she whispered to me.
"I love you, too," I responded, breathily. "And I want you so fucking bad right now."
"You're insatiable," she laughed.
"And you're irresistible," I said and nuzzled my nose against hers.
She glanced over toward Andy then as if she just realized he was there. "Hi, Andy," she greeted him with a smile.
"It's good to see you, Sydney." Andy grinned at her. "I'm going to park over in the lot and give you guys some privacy."
"I just need a few minutes, brother," I told him apologetically.
"Take your time," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I don't want to go back to work that badly." He pulled the passenger door shut and drove away from the curb. We watched him park on the far side of the lot. I could hear the music coming from his open window as he cranked the volume, then he tilted his seat back and closed his eyes. The fucker could sleep anywhere at anytime.
I turned back to Sydney to find her smiling brightly at me. "You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?" she said as her eyes shone with joy. I felt a twinge of guilt and remorse at her words, knowing that wasn't even remotely true, considering how fucked-up I was and the things I had no intention of sharing with her. I hugged her again so she couldn't see my reaction to her statement. "I can't believe you're here," she said with a contented sigh.
"You needed me," I said softly. I looked over her head and noticed a bench nearby. I put my arm around her shoulders and walked us over to it. I sat, pulling her down with me, and put her head against my shoulder. "Tell me what's going on with your sister."
Sydney snorted in annoyance. "Well, Lauren basically insinuated that I should break up with you because helping you might be a burden." Her voice was thick with sarcasm, but I felt the deep truth of her words. I was glad that she couldn't see my face right now as I closed my eyes and felt a wave of sorrow and guilt wash through me. "Isn't that horrible? I can't believe she said that to me."
"She just wants what's best for you," I forced out in an even tone.
"What's best for me is you," she said vehemently and wrapped her arms around my waist. I stroked her hair, holding her tight and felt sick to my stomach, wondering how much longer I had until she figured out that wasn't true. The clock was ticking, and it was only a matter of time until this was over, and I was left with nothing.
If Andy wondered why my mood had suddenly darkened as he drove me back to work he never said anything. It was just as well since I didn't want to talk about it. The man was a saint for putting up with my moody bullshit. He suddenly turned to me as he stopped the car to drop me off.
"Do you want to go out tomorrow night with the girls?" he asked with a wide grin. "Todd's band is playing again."
"Where at?" I asked curiously. I had never really taken Sydney out before, and I was pretty sure she'd love to go.
"The same place as last time." He smirked, knowing full well that I had met Sydney at that exact bar three weeks ago and what that would mean to me. A smile spread across my face as I remembered the first time I had seen her, and how much I had instantly wanted her.
"I'll ask her, but I'm pretty sure she'll say yes."
"Good," he said with a nod. "It's a double date. We'll do dinner too. Let me know if Sydney's okay with it, and we'll hammer out the details."
"See ya later, brother," I said as I opened the car door and climbed out of his car.
"Later."
I closed the door and nodded at him as he drove off. I threw myself into work again, trying to stave off my depressing revelations about my relationship with Sydney today. When I told her that I would only talk to her, I hadn't thought about what kind of toll it could have on her. I was a selfish fucking asshole. Maybe I should talk to David, but after losing it front of him, I didn't even want to see him again let alone talk to him about my personal shit. The hopeful feeling I had this morning was long gone now, and this deep hole of hopelessness was taking over once more. I was starting to think that happiness was something I would never be able to hold on to again. I couldn't even manage it with Sydney half the time.
When I finished up work at around a quarter to six, I decided to go home to pick up some clothes and my toothbrush, in case I stayed with Sydney tonight. I hurried in and out as fast as I could, needing to get to her. If I could lose myself in her for a while maybe this darkness inside me today would just go away. The weight of it was too much to bear.
I arrived at Sydney's at about twenty after six. It had started to rain, which suited my mood perfectly, but I was going to have to suck it up for her. I didn't want her worrying about me anymore than she already did. I parked and ran to the building, getting soaked and not even caring. It wasn't until I was in the elevator that I realized I was dripping on the floor. I shrugged to myself, feeling like a drowned rat. I finally stepped off the elevator, made my way to Sydney's apartment, and knocked on the door. The door sw
ung open almost immediately.
"Hi," Sydney said with a smile that faded when she saw me. "Oh my God, you're soaked."
"I'm alright," I told her as I stepped into her apartment and dropped my bag of clean clothes on the floor nearby. I noticed that she looked amazing in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight white T-shirt.
"I'll get you a towel," she said and turned to walk away.
"No," I said and grabbed her arm. She looked up at me curiously as I pulled her toward me, and she only protested for a moment before letting me pull her into my arms. I held her close, needing to feel her, to soak her in and try to chase the darkness inside me away. I held her silently for several long moments, standing in the open doorway of her apartment. With a relieved sigh, I realized it was actually helping.
"What's wrong?" she finally asked as she leaned back to look at me.
"You had a bad morning, and I had a bad afternoon," I told her with a small smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked me, her face open and filled with affection.
"Maybe later," I answered her, maybe not at all.
"Shit, you got me all wet," she said as she looked down and noticed I'd gotten the front of her shirt wet. I could practically see her nipples through the white material, and the sheer bra that she was wearing underneath. Holy fuck, I was turned on immediately. I reached for the button of her shorts with a feral growl.
"What are you doing?" she laughed as she swatted my hands away.
"I was checking to see if you're really wet," I explained reasonably.
"Ha, ha, you're hilarious," she said with a glare. "You're not getting any of that right now. I'm going to cook your dinner first." I glance toward the kitchen and realized that it smelled incredible in here. I had been so focused on her when I walked in that I hadn't noticed.
"Are you sure you don't want an appetizer?" I asked salaciously as I looked back at her and reached for her breasts. She sidestepped around me to shut the door, still glaring at me.
"You keep your hands to yourself mister," she scolded me. "Dinner is almost ready and I am not eating take out because you distracted me into letting it burn."
"Fine," I said with resignation. I leaned down and took my wet boots off as she walked back into the kitchen. I watched her ass sway as she walked and felt my breath catch. She was so fucking hot, and she was killing me right now. It was time to play dirty. I walked into the middle of the living room and pulled my wet shirt off over my head and dropped it on the floor. I noticed Sydney staring longingly at my body, and I had to suppress a smile. I started unbuttoning my jeans.
"What are you doing now?" she asked distractedly, staring at my chest.
"My clothes are wet," I explained as I shrugged nonchalantly. "I thought I would put them in your dryer." I pulled the zipper down and watched with satisfaction as her eyes moved to my groin. I pushed my jeans down until there was no hiding the erection bulging under the thin cotton of my boxers. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she stared at it. Mindless with arousal, I pulled my cock out and began stroking myself. Her eyes darkened as she watched my hand moving up and down the length of my erection. I may have started out trying to torture her, but now I felt the same painful need that I could see in her eyes.
"Come here," I growled at her. She moved across the room to me and dropped to her knees at my feet without me even having to ask. I moved my hand so that she could grip the shaft herself. She moved her hand slowly up and down, her warm skin feeling so good on me. She looked up, and I lost myself to the deep need pooling in her eyes. She released her hand and pulled her shirt off over her head, then slowly took off her bra.
"I want you to come all over me," she whispered, her eyes still on mine.
"Oh, fuck yes," I groaned, my cock twitching at her words. She grabbed a hold of my cock again, and I sighed in relief at the renewed contact of her fingers wrapped around me. I watched her lean close and press her tongue to the base and run it all the way up to the tip then back down. I let out a shuddering breath as the pleasure of her touch scorched through me. I buried my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to me.
"Patience, baby," she whispered as she stopped what she was doing. I growled a protest that earned me a glare. I loosened my grip in her hair and gave her the lead once again. She began licking my shaft again and kissing the tip, teasing me repeatedly until I thought I would lose my fucking mind. I was just about to start begging her to take me into her mouth when the oven timer went off. She abruptly leaned back. "Hold that thought," she said as she stood up. I groaned in frustration. This was the second time this week that I had been cock blocked by a fucking oven. I was left panting and trembling with need as I watched her walk back into the kitchen. She turned off the oven and pulled a pan out of it with an oven mitt. She set it on top of the stove and turned two of the burners down. "Now," she said as she slowly walked back toward me. "Where was I?" she asked as she knelt down in front of me again.
"I believe you were about to suck my cock," I growled out as I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward me. I expected her to resist again, but she opened her mouth and then suddenly deep throated me as far as she could go. "Motherfucker!" I shouted in surprise as my legs practically gave out on me. Her answering laugh vibrated through my cock, making me gasp. She began fucking me with her mouth, her tongue, and just the right amount of teeth. It was fucking amazing, the pleasure threatening to drop me to my knees. I could feel tingling pressure building up in my balls as I got closer to climax. It was going to be mind blowing, I could already tell. "Fuck, yes, Sydney. Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned as I gripped her hair even tighter and took control. I fucked her mouth, thrusting my hips as her eyes started watering and saliva trailed down her chin. Our eyes stayed locked together through all of it, the desire on her face never wavering, letting me know she wanted this just as much as I did. The pressure built and built until it felt like I was about to fly apart.
"I'm coming, baby!" I shouted. "Right fucking now!"
She pulled her mouth off of me and started pumping my shaft in her fist as my orgasm exploded out of me. I shouted incoherently, my body convulsing as stream after stream of my cum splattered all over her face, her neck, and her breasts. It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen.
"Holy fuck, woman," I moaned as the last wave of my climax faded away, leaving me breathless and spent. It was the best blow job of my entire goddamn life. She smiled up at me, the proof of my pleasure all over her. God, she looked so beautiful. I knelt down in front of her and grabbed my discarded shirt up off the floor. I cleaned her face and neck off with it as she continued smiling at me. She lifted her hands, placed them on my chest, and began caressing me, her hands warm and soft against my skin. I sighed with delight at the attention.
"Was that good?" she asked me as I started wiping off her breasts with slow gently strokes across her flawless skin.
"It was perfect, baby," I said huskily, smiling warmly at her. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
Her answering smile could have lit up the night sky, and I helplessly leaned forward and kissed her, slow and sensuously. I thanked her thoroughly with my lips and tongue until she fell limply into my arms, her body trembling with her arousal. She moaned into my mouth with need.
"Give me a little time, and you'll get yours," I assured her as I pulled back to meet her desire darkened eyes. I couldn't wait to fuck her until she screamed my name.
"Okay." She nodded as I stood, taking her hand and helping her up. "We need to eat before it gets cold anyway."
"Whatever it is, it smells really good," I told her as I picked up her shirt and bra for her.
"I made pork chops, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans," she said as she took her bra from me and put it back on.
"That sounds fantastic," I said as I handed her the shirt. "Thank you, baby."
"It's my pleasure," she said and pulled her shirt over her head. I sighed in disappointment as she covered her breasts. She paused and looked down. "Yo
u might want to put that away for dinner." She smirked and looked back up at me.
"Alright, but just so you know; I'm probably going to whip it out again afterwords."
"Please do," she said seductively before turning and walking toward the kitchen. I tucked myself into my jeans, zipped them back up, and followed her. I hopped up and sat on the counter across from her and watched her start putting the food on our plates. She turned to glance at me with an amused look on her face. "You should do that every time I cook."
"Do what?" I asked in confusion.
"Sit on the counter shirtless with your chest at eye level," she said and came closer. She stepped between my spread thighs and leaned forward to lick first one of my nipples and then the other. I shuddered at the sensation.
"If you keep that up, then you won't have to wait until after dinner to get yours, baby."
"You're a big boy and you can wait," she said in a scolding tone as she looked up at me.
"So you think I'm big, huh?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
"Are you trying to get me to stroke your ego?"
"You can always stroke something else," I suggested as she ran her fingertips across my belly, sending shivers up my body. I tensed when she grabbed the waistband of my jeans, thinking my teasing had worked.
"Lock it down, buddy," she said as she glared at me with laughter in her eyes. "We're eating dinner before any funny business."
"Funny business?" I blurted in disbelief. "Is that what you're calling what I do to you? I think I'm offended."
She rolled her eyes and stepped away from me. "Go sit down, you big baby, and I'll bring you your food." She turned her back to me to finish plating our dinner. I hopped down onto my feet and stepped up behind Sydney, wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her tight. I loved the way her ass pressed against my already semi-erect cock as I held her.
"I love you," I whispered into her right ear and kissed the side of her neck. She sighed into my embrace.
"I love you too," she responded and laid her arms on top of mine. I let her go reluctantly and padded over to the table and sat down.
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