by Day, Talia
Get a grip, Hailey. Things aren't going to work out between you and Zach, but you knew that all along. An extremely attractive older man saw you practically naked a few hours ago and it seemed like he liked it. That's not crazy or out of the ordinary.
Boys like how you look naked. You like how you look naked. But boys don't want to date you, and that's just how it is. You'll have to learn to live with it. Just because a man saw you naked a few hours ago doesn't mean he suddenly wants to be with you. It doesn't matter how much you want him, how turned on you are, how much chemistry you feel. He's older, and he's way out of your league. Actually, he's so out of your league he literally dates models. He's not going to want to be with you.
So get a grip, go back to dinner, sit down, be polite, and try not to make a fool of yourself.
"Okay," I said out loud to my image peering back at me from the mirror. Today had been crazy, but I finally felt grounded again. "Let's go."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It always hurt inside when I crushed my own dreams the way I did, but I had been doing it for such a long time now, it felt like second nature. The only other alternative was being out of control, giving in to my feelings and being disappointed, and I could only do that so many times before it felt like I was going to die from grief. It was better to stay guarded, the way I had learned to do over the years.
I took another deep breath, centering myself. I heard the bathroom door open as another diner hurriedly entered the bathroom.
I yelped as I saw the reflection of the person who just entered. It was Laird who had walked in.
"What are you doing in here?!" I asked his image in the mirror. Laird didn't answer. Instead, he walked up behind me and gripped my waist savagely in his hands.
I moaned, beside myself with lust as his crotch pressed hard against my ass.
"What are you doing?!" I breathed. Of course, I liked it.
Laird's hands ran deliciously over my body, tracing my curves until they settled on my breasts. His face buried itself in the hair around my neck, and I felt his stubble scratching the nape of my neck as his lips tasted my skin and he breathed me in.
I should have done something--pushed him away, said no. But I had already given in. I was caged against the counter by his big arms, and I pressed my ass backwards against him, my heart racing when I felt his hot throb press against mine.
An icy sheet of tingles cascaded over my body as I felt his hard cock pressing into me, the thin layers of our clothes doing nothing to stop the heat emanating from his raging sex, throbbing with desire for me.
"I can't," I protested, and a second later, his hand flew down, giving my buttock a hard spank.
"I can't wait any longer to fuck you," Laird growled. His hands gripped my ass powerfully, kneading my flesh as he groaned with lust. He spanked me again, and I whimpered at the sensation. Laird was going to take me right then and there!
I felt my dress being pushed up over my backside, and a second later Laird pushed aside my panties, exposing my bare sex. I gasped and struggled, alarmed at how quickly it was happening. Laird held me still, and I felt the head of his cock sliding against my bare petals as I squirmed in his grip.
The sensation made me melt. I started to moan like an animal, my little gasps begging him to fuck me.
"What do you want me to do to you?" he growled.
"Fuck me," I whimpered.
"Tell me how," he demanded. I let out an impatient moan in response. I wanted to thrust my hips backwards and impale myself on his massive shaft, but his strong hands were gripping my ass hard, holding me still.
"Tell me how," he persisted. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand and wrenched my head sideways.
"I want you to put your big cock inside me, and fuck me hard until I cum."
Laird spanked me again as he continued to press me up against the bathroom countertop. I quivered in anticipation. Then he slid himself in to me.
I gasped as I finally felt him, my whole body groaning at the pleasure as his thick cock lodged itself in my slickness, stretching me out and making warm pleasure bloom throughout my body.
He thrust into me slowly at first, grunting with satisfaction. Then he buried himself forcefully deep inside, making our hips rock together as his delirious hands ravaged my body, loving my breasts, my neck, my hips, my thighs, my hair, my lips.
It felt so good, so right, and all I could think about was him cumming inside of me, filling me up. The idea made me so wet, I practically came right there.
And then I did, my orgasm overtaking me. I wailed as a lightening bolt of pleasure shot up my body and I spasmed in his arms. I cried out in ecstasy, and the sound rang throughout the bathroom as Laird gripped my body tight.
"Goddamn," he breathed, as my body shuddered in his arms. I collapsed against him, limp in the afterglow, and then he began to fuck me.
The only thing I was aware of was the hot stab of pleasure as he pushed into my throbbing body, again and again and again. His hands couldn't get enough of my breasts or my ass, and they explored every inch of my body with impunity. His fingers plunged into my mouth and I tried to suck them, but the hot pleasure of his cock was too much.
Laird paused, his sex throbbing inside mine. I could hear him panting, his body heaving behind mine, and I knew he was achingly close to cumming.
I ground my hips against his, taking him higher and higher, and every choked gasp from his lips pushed me closer to the edge.
We finally stopped together, our bodies pulsing as one, so achingly close to the hot release each of us desired.
Then Laird thrust into me hard again, fucking me furiously for a mind-melting handful of seconds before his cum exploded inside of me and his body bucked against mine, hard, driving me into the lip of the counter as he came.
My body exploded in agony as my own orgasm ripped through me once again, and even in the grip of my hot spasm I was aware of the slickness of his cum flooding my insides. When I finally came to, I knew I was bent over the counter, my ass bare, and Laird's cum trickling down the inside of my thighs.
I stood up and my dress fell back over my ass. Laird pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt as I rearranged my hair and looked in shock at my flushed face and chest in the mirror.
Then Laird whirled me around to face him and we kissed, hard. The sensation left me breathless.
"I'll see you back at the table in five minutes," he said.
"Okay," I breathed back, grabbing a fistful of his shirt so I could pull him back in to kiss him. Laird left, looking as composed as he had when he had first walked in and surprised me.
What had just happened? I was too elated to reflect on it. I could hardly look at myself in the mirror; I was positively glowing.
The rest of dinner passed pleasantly, but all I could think about was Laird's intoxicating cologne rubbed all over my body, his slickness tickling the inside of my thigh, and of fucking him again.
And he knew it.
Every time our eyes met, his had the same devilish twinkle; and it left me breathless. It was driving me out of my mind.
****
"Do you have to go already?" I knew Laird had a busy schedule, but I always hated it when he had to leave early.
"Hailey, I'm sorry," he said, cradling my face tenderly in his hands. We kissed, and I tried to hold him there with my lips, losing myself to every sweet second he was still there, touching me.
Then he rolled out of bed. I melted back into the covers, breathing in his scent, which was still heavy on the sheets.
My hands traced over the little bump in my belly. I couldn't believe that Laird had actually given me a baby, and that we were a couple. It was surreal seeing my name in the society pages of the New York Times, every time we had to attend some crazy gala or charity ball.
Of course, now with the baby on the way, we were having more quiet nights in. And I loved it.
Laird picked up his iPhone for a second, and I saw an expression of shock dar
ken his face.
"Shit," he said. "I can't believe it."
"What is it, sweetheart?" I sat up, alarmed.
"Do you remember that company I bought...when we just met?"
"Yeah?"
"It's an avionics company. They make instruments for airplanes. A chartered jet crashed in California last week, and the investigation put their instruments at fault."
"Oh my God," I said, crestfallen. "That's terrible." I had read about the crash last week. Glorious Fools, the jam band that Zach had been so crazy about, had been aboard, and every single member died in the wreck. I remembered how Zach had been obsessed with them.
Shit, what irony! It was more than just a little coincidental how both Laird and I hated the band.
Memories. I wondered what was Zach doing now?
"The company will probably have to file for bankruptcy. There goes seventy million dollars."
Then he shrugged and leaned over to kiss my tummy.
"It doesn't matter."
