Everything checked out, but I was still hesitant to let him in. I didn’t trust him, but I was getting a closer look at him in the light. He was much taller than I remembered him being and his eyes sparkled with hints of yellow in the lighting of the hallway. His jawline was sharp-- prominent. I could sharpen a knife on that thing if he continued to flap his jowls the way he was.
And his arms. They were thick with muscles. He had on no suit coat and his shirt was rolled up, exposing the veins protruding from his skin. I wanted to dip my tongue down onto them and run it all the way up his arm. But, I knew I’d been staring too long because when I drug my gaze back up to his eyes, I no longer saw the stoic professional standing at my door.
He had that cocky ass smirk on his face.
“If you let me in, I promise you won’t regret it.”
I groaned, but stepped aside so he could come in. I could see his eyes clocking everything in the apartment before he looked at the couch, and he stopped in his tracks. It was a disgusting couch, I had to admit, but it was all I was willing to invest in with my disgusting roommates.
“I plan on getting all new furniture,” I said. “You know, fresh start and all.”
“Maybe I could help you break it in sometime,” he said, winking.
“No, Mr. Dobson. I think not.” Even as I said it, my skin crawled with his voice. It had low tones that reverberated across the entire room, but as it hit my ears it melted over my skin like heated caramel. His sun-kissed skin sparkled in the light streaming through the grimy window I had in the corner. Even in the dank darkness of my apartment, he was stunning.
And I felt my breasts harden again as I threw my towel over my shoulders to cover myself.
“Depending on the layout and everything you choose, that will designate the price. If you want to take a look through everything in that folder and start filling it out, I’m just going to walk around a bit.”
“And why would you need to walk around?” I asked.
“I haven’t seen any of the rooms in this place yet. It’ll give me a blueprint of what they all look like now,” he said.
Sounded fair enough. He began slowly walking around, taking in my home while I filled everything out. I picked out the wall colors I enjoyed and the crown molding I thought was the prettiest. I chose the biggest blueprint for the new condo and definitely wrapped a big ass circle around the jet tub I wanted. I jotted down a few notes-- ideas he could maybe take into consideration for the rest of the apartments.
“Those are good ideas,” he said into my ear.
I jumped and looked over at him. He was hovering above me and I wanted to shove him away. What the hell was he doing? I thought he was supposed to be walking around! But his cologne smelled of citrus and musk and his body was hot against mine. I could feel his hand settling down onto the back of the chair while his eyes darted over what I wrote, and I couldn’t help but breathe heavily onto his cheek as I studied the profile of his face.
I bet the scruff he was already growing back would feel wonderful between my legs.
“Enjoying the view, Miss Ella?” he asked.
He turned his face slowly towards me and I could feel his breath pulsing on my lips. In the dark that night at the club, he was nothing but a sleazy man trying to get in my pants. He moved too quickly, spoke with way too much cocky confidence, and simply expected me to fall to my knees because he had money.
But now, as my eyes studied his face, I saw him in a different light. His cockiness enraged me, but he was no longer assuming anything. Flirting, yes. Getting close? Definitely. But, he wasn’t assuming.
And that was refreshing.
“I think I’m done.” I picked up the papers in my hand as I tried to keep my trembling body at bay. I cleared my throat and turned my gaze back down to the table just as his hand brushed against mine. I felt a surge of electricity rush up my arm while he gathered the papers from between my fingers, and in that moment, I had a thought of weakness.
I thought about turning my head and crashing my lips into his.
“Wonderful. I will take all of this into consideration,” he said. He reared up and headed for the door and I felt my stomach sink a bit. It was only a little while ago that I had wanted him to go away, and now I suddenly wanted him to stay.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Miss Ella?” he asked.
“Yes, Mr. Dobson?”
“I was wondering if you’d allow me to take you to lunch. You know, to make up for last night.”
“You want to take me to lunch?” I asked.
“I was rude to you. I didn’t treat you with the respect you deserved, and I assumed things of you I shouldn’t have. I was hoping you’d allow me to make it up to you.”
Gone was the cocky attitude, and in its place was a respectable man whose eyes seemed to communicate a sort of sorrow. Even with him standing all the way at the front door, he still seemed to be looming. His stout shoulders pulled taut while he waited for my response, and his eyes raked over my body as I slowly stood to my feet.
My answer shocked even myself as it poured from my lips.
“Lunch sounds wonderful. I’m looking forward to it.”
7
Foster
I grabbed Ella’s number before I left her apartment three days ago and finally got a chance to call her. The last thing I needed to do was leave her thinking as to whether I’d forgotten about her or not. I didn’t want to piss her off any more than I already had because I knew that would completely ruin my chances of feeling those long legs of hers wrapped around my waist.
And I wasn’t about to compromise any of that.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Hello, Ella. It’s Foster.”
“Well, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever call,” she said.
“I’m sorry. Work has been a bit hectic with the acquiring of your building. However, I am taking a long lunch break today. Would you care to join me?”
“That sounds wonderful, where you were thinking?” she asked.
“You leave that to me. I’ll send a car for you. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, it’ll take me a little longer than that to get ready. Could you do thirty?” she asked.
“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” I said. “Thirty minutes it is. I’ll see you soon.”
My mind began to race with thoughts about her as my driver took me to the restaurant. I decided on a little French place downtown, and I had my driver drop me off before he went to pick up Ella. I got us a table in a private area back behind the restaurant that boasted of a cozy fireplace and a table set for two, and then I simply waited.
I thought about what she might be wearing while I sat there with my thoughts. I wondered if she would paint that ruby red on her lips again just for me. I wondered if she would wear something that accentuated the length of those legs I just had to have. My cock began to tremble at how her skin would taste underneath my tongue, and sinful thoughts of making her strip down so I could eat my lunch off her tits made my entire body shiver.
I was going to have her today. I needed her more than I could stand.
I heard a door slowly open and I stood to usher her in. Ella came around the door with her dark brown hair fluttering around her shoulders, but all I could do was stare at her lips. That beautiful red lipstick brought out the icy warmth of her blue eyes, and as my eyes graced down her body I clocked how short her dress was.
Oh, holy fuck. We weren’t going to make it out of this restaurant.
“You look incredible,” I said.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said, smiling.
“Would you care to sit?” I went over and pulled out her chair for her so she could sit down. The way her body sashayed towards mine held my stare, and I couldn’t help but scoot my chair around so I could sit beside her. I wanted to feel her body warmth while we ate, and if I was lucky she would let me dance my fingers along the smooth warmth of her mi
lky skin.
“Again, I had no idea this was back here. Are people going to start having sex soon?” she asked, smirking.
“No. I learned my lesson the first time,” I said.
“Would the couple like anything to drink?” the waiter asked.
“A bottle of your finest red wine, please,” I said.
“That actually sounds wonderful, thank you.”
“My pleasure. So, Miss Ella, how have you been since we last talked?”
“Honestly? Dreaming about this new apartment. I’m starting a new phase in my life and it feels wonderful. How have you been?” she asked.
“Thinking about you,” I said.
“Well, I bet they’ve been nothing but salacious thoughts,” she said, grinning.
“They’re the only ones worth having.”
The waiter brought a bottle of wine to the table and poured us each a glass before he whipped out his pen and pad to take our orders. I decided on the lunch portion of the duck confit and Ella settled with a simple salad. I figured she was probably watching her figure with this new performance gig she had landed at The Rose Club, but part of me did want to encourage her to get something else. This was the most decadent French restaurant in town, and I was more than willing to pay whatever price was necessary for her to enjoy herself.
If anything, so I could enjoy myself between her legs.
The waiter left and I turned my attention back to her. The way her pouty lips upturned into a mysterious grin while she spoke was mesmerizing, and I found myself wanting to lean forward and capture them. I wanted to make the whole of her body mine, and the way she slowly began leaning towards me while I talked told me she wanted the same things.
It was only a matter of getting her to indulge in those feelings.
“Do you always wear that striking red lipstick?” I asked.
“It’s the only color I’ve found that goes with how pale my skin and my eyes are,” she said.
“It really is a wonderful color on you. I bet it really leaves a mark behind, too.”
“That’s why I keep a bit of it in my purses at all times, so I can keep reapplying it,” she said.
The waiter placed our food in front of us and I could see her eyeing me while I ate. I watched her eyes dart to my lips while I chewed my food, and I wondered if she knew how wanton she looked. I wondered if she was aware of how her nipples could be seen through her dress, puckered and ready for my lips to wrap around them. I wondered if she knew her neck was flushing red with lust. It screamed for my lips to kiss it away. To fulfill the want her body was so desperately reaching for.
I took another bite of my food before my hand slowly settled onto her bare thigh, and I was surprised when she didn’t brush off my hand.
“How’s the food?” I asked her.
“It’s, uh… it’s very good. Thank you for-... bringing me here.”
I swirled my fingertips slowly up her thigh and paused when the waiter came back. She cleared her throat and thrust her hand underneath the table, gripping my fingers with hers tightly in an effort to get me to stop. I graced my thumb against her skin while I ordered some dessert for us to share, and as soon as the waiter left I slowly slipped my hand down between her legs.
“Are you a little cold, Miss Ella? You’re shivering. I could give you my coat if you’d like.”
“I-I-I… uh… no, I’m not cold, I don’t think,” she said breathlessly.
I continued my journey as I watched her slowly settle into her chair. I felt her muscles slowly relax, her legs falling open while the heat of her pussy beckoned to me. I danced all the way up her naked thigh before the waiter busted through the door, and she audibly groaned when I ripped my hand away to pluck the dessert from the man’s hands.
“Is there anything else I can get the two of you?” he asked.
“A bit of privacy, if you don’t mind. We’re having a very stimulating conversation, and I would like it to not be interrupted.”
I could feel her eyes heavy on me as the waiter nodded his head. I watched him as he left the room, and the moment the door closed I slowly panned my gaze over to Ella.
The woman with the ruby red lips and long ass legs who was panting ever-so-lightly for air.
“Care for dessert?” I asked.
“I would love some,” she said lowly.
8
Ella
I watched him take a small spoonful of whipped cream before he scooped some of the decadent cherry pie onto the top of it. He slowly approached my lips and intentionally missed, smearing a bit of it at the corner of my mouth before the spoon slipped into my mouth. I hummed at how sweet it tasted, how luscious the cherries melted and how the whipped cream coated the insides of my cheeks. For a split second, I had forgotten where I was until I felt a slight warmth at the corner of my mouth.
I raised my hand to cup Foster’s cheek as his mouth cleaned up the mess he’d made. I turned my head, capturing his lips in a kiss before he pulled me into his lap. He was cocky, arrogant, and knew what he was doing to me. He was confident in a way that should make me crazy, but the moment his eyes opened, and his dark stare met mine I felt my insides give way. I straddled his lap before I went back in for another kiss, but he pressed his finger to my lips and stopped my assault.
“Get on the table,” he said.
I furrowed my brow in confusion but was too entranced with curiosity to disobey. I slowly got up from his lap and cleared myself a place to lay on the table, then I patiently waited for what he was going to do. I could hear him moving the chairs around before I felt his hands on my ankles, and one by one he placed my feet on the chairs so my legs would be more comfortable.
“Is that better?” he asked.
“Much,” I whispered.
“Good. I want you to be comfortable.”
My body trembled in anticipation. I could feel his hands slowly edge up my legs as the cool air of the room grazed against the wetness of my panties. I wondered if he was going to kneel in front of me and lick me clean. I wondered if he was going to pull his cock out and simply slide my panties aside. I wondered if he was going to trail his hands all the way under my dress and search for my painfully puckered nipples just so he could play with them with his fingertips.
But, he did absolutely nothing that I thought he was going to do. Instead, I saw him reach for the cherry dessert. He dipped his fingers into the sticky goodness before he started painting designs on the insides of my legs. I could feel the whipped cream tainting my skin while the syrupy sugars dripped from my thighs, and then he did something I never thought I would’ve experienced in a million years.
He pulled my panties to the side and pressed the rest of the pie into my pussy.
I heard him drop to the ground and fiddle with his belt buckle while his tongue started dancing along my skin. He lapped up the goodness of the pie he’d just painted my skin with while my entire body arched into him. He cleaned my skin, licking and sucking marking onto me things I’d surely have to cover up for my next performance. He bit and licked, kissing areas that made me jump before he slowly traveled up both my legs.
I couldn’t stop twitching and shaking. My body was on fire as his scruff expertly danced along my skin. He coated my legs in his spit as he ate the dessert he ordered off my body, and the moment he finally got to my pussy I could feel the sugary mixture of my juices dripping down my ass crack. He slowly slid my panties off me, working them off my legs before he toed out of his pants, then he hit his knees again and plunged into my pussy.
His tongue dipped in between my folds, licking up the crusted goodness that had been shoved inside my body. I felt his lips trail down the rounded cheeks of my ass before his tongue found its way to my asshole, and he licked a long stripe all the way up to my clit. I could hear him swallowing everything down-- the pie, my juices-- all of it intermingling and mixing in a taste that made him hungry for more.
I jumped and shook with every flick of his tongue against my swollen clit.
Electricity coursed through my veins as my body shook for him, and my heels pressed into the chair while my hips began to roll into his face. I covered him in my juices while his scruff tickled my pussy folds. My hand molded around the edge of the table as I looked for leverage, and by the time I was approaching my end my back was arching off the table and my hips were barreling into his face.
“Yes. Foster. Holy fuck, please don’t stop. Please, please let me cum. I’m so close, I can-... I can-... oh, yes!”
I flew over the edge just as he shoved his tongue back into my pussy and he moaned as my walls fluttered around him. He pulled my hips closer to his face, gobbling down all the juices I sprayed onto him as my body quaked at his mercy. I panted for air, catching all I could get in my lungs before he finally stood up, and I could see the massive cock he had standing at attention.
His precum glistened for me, taunting me with its goodness, and I knew exactly where I wanted it. I held out my hand and he grasped it, helping me up off the table as my world began to tilt. My head hurt with the force of my orgasm and I groaned, and I felt my forehead collide with his chest while he ran his hands through my hair.
“Deep breaths,” he said. “Just take deep breaths.”
When I finally collected myself, I jumped off the table and hit my knees. I took his throbbing cock between my lips just as he settled back down into a chair, and my hands wrapped around his thick, chiseled thighs while his cock throbbed against my teeth. Never in my life had I ever sucked off a cock this big, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take all of him at once.
I wrapped my hand around his base, no longer able to unhinge my jaw any further, and I began to hollow out my cheeks with suction while he ran his hand through my hair. I could feel his balls slowly hanging lower, filling themselves with his inevitable release. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling his legs jump with every swipe of precum I swallowed.
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