Lie To Me

by Eden Rose

  He kisses down my neck and I have to fight my pussy from bumping against him. I’m so turned on it’s ridiculous.

  “That’s why we’re going out. See you tonight,” Garrett kisses my throat as he sends goose bumps down my arms.

  *

  I jump out of the shower and I’m trying to figure out why the hell I told Jerry to not come over so that I can go on this date with Garrett. Jerry and I have a good thing going but I don’t think it will go any further than sex and Garrett… He’s on my mind on a loop.

  While rinsing my hair, I think about how weird this is going to be. I mean, I’m going on a date with my best friend’s brother and for some reason- I’m very fucking giddy about it. Why? I don’t know. The thought of spending some time with him has my heart racing and my mind thinking some ridiculous things.

  Like more dates.

  In order to be prepared, I shave my body and rub my finger in my cleft. Good, I got those little hairs. Waxing would be easier but I’m not letting some man or woman come at my crotch with wax. Hell no.

  And let’s face it. Why else would he be asking me out if he didn’t want to sleep with me? I know the score. As much as I don’t always like it, I know what guys think when they see a sexually charged woman. I’m not easy. I’m just in charge of my sex life and I don’t see anything wrong with that. Why should I be worried about him?

  Well, there’s the fact that Audrey can find out about what I do on my spare time and she can tell Ben. And then Ben can tell my dad who will tell my mom. Ohmigawd. Maybe I should just cancel this. This is getting out of control in my head. I’m so used to not caring or thinking about anything…

  It’s not too late to back out.

  Fuck my life.

  I’m not looking forward to inevitable questions about what he seen at the sex club between Jerry and I. Wait, I don’t owe him any answers.

  Quickly, I brush my hair out and rough dry it into waves. I love the beach wave look. I keep my makeup as natural looking as possible. I’m not wanting to show him that I’m trying too hard but I want to make sure that I look pretty at least.

  Now… what to wear. My closet is actually the second bedroom in my condo and is full of my clothes and shoes. The actual closet in the second bedroom is home to all of my shoes. I installed a rack that goes down the biggest wall and have my purses hanging from it. My mother and father like to show me that they care.

  Squawk. “Hello?”

  “Shut up, Davey!” I yell from my room.

  “Beep, beep. Whore! Beep.”

  Yeah, getting a bird that talks is a great idea!

  I rummage through my clothing cabinet and try to pick something that is decent. It has been getting cold at night so I need to pick something that is going to be warm enough for the weather. My hand lands on a black shift dress. I love to wear black, I think that it makes my tan stand out more. Plus, it makes my hair even blonder.

  Once, I’m dressed, I hear a knock at my door. Oh great.

  Garrett

  Today has been the day from hell. Why the hell did I think going out to dinner with Liz after my shift was a good idea? On Tuesday, I get to work a jacked up shift which is split. It’s a ten hour shift divided in two. I will need to be back at work by eleven in the evening.

  Now, this is why my day was so fucking horrible. Baron, my dear and sweet little brother, had a chick over from the bar. Needless to say, she was so loud that I couldn’t sleep. Then at work today, Malik was late so I had to stick around the department until he came into work. Then, we got called out for a suspected homicide.

  It was supposed to be a simple case, but police work is never simple. A woman was killed and left outside in the middle of the road. The part that was so mother fucking terrible is the fact that there was very limited evidence next to the body. The woman was in her early thirties and looks as if she took good care of herself. There was no signs as to how she ended up dead in the middle of the street.

  Now, I am standing in front of Liz’s door all stressed out because I have to go back to work after this and finish off the case. Well, here’s hoping.

  I changed out of my uniform into so black dress pants and a green polo. My steel-toed boots are swapped out for a pair of dress shoes. I don’t normally get to dress like a person who owns more clothing than a police uniform, so it was pretty nice to make the effort.

  Once my hand had completed the knocking sequence, the door opens and I’m hit with a flowery smell that is sweet before I take in the beautiful girl. She’s wearing a black dress that makes all of her best features, which is everything, stand out and a pair of sexy stilettos.

  “You look incredible.”

  Liz blushes and smiles. “Thanks. Are you ready to go?” I see her grab something and notice that she’s probably grabbing her purse.

  Before she walks away, I line my body to her back and grasp her hips lightly. “You look adorable when you blush.”

  “It’s just looks,” she murmurs and starts towards the door. Here I am, like a fucking dog and following behind her so I can check out her ass.

  So, I’m an asshole because I definitely brought my motorcycle on the hope that she’s wearing a dress. I bet that pussy is nice and warm. We’re walking out to my bike and she gasps as she sees it.

  “Is something wrong?” I ask and hit her with my imfamous smirk that gets me the girl every time.

  Liz glares at the offending bike and then looks at me. “All right, I see your angle.”

  I’m about to ask what she means by that, but she hikes up her dress a little and swings her leg over the bike. My mouth drops when I get flashed with just enough of her fucking thighs to get my dick hard. I know she can see my condition and then she winks at me. She winks! Uh!

  I swing my body on my bike and balance us with my legs. I stick my hands into the back to pull her body closer to me. Liz’s hot pussy is searing my pants.

  It’s safe to say that I lost this one.

  Liz

  Garrett is a smug bastard. He purposefully brought his bike to have me snuggled up against him. Well, two can play this game. I’ve ridden my fair share of bikes before, and hell, I have one too. So, it’s not as if I’m intimidated by being on one.

  He grips my knees to pull me closer to him and I go willingly. Once I’m against him, I place my mouth against his neck and take a deep breath while letting it out. I dip my hands down to his waist and grip them there.

  “Ahem,” he shakes his head and starts the bike.

  Game on.

  We arrive at the restaurant that everyone tries to get into for months and I’m surprised when we walk right on through. I know that the Michaels have money, but I didn’t expect them to have this much money. The walls are lined with lace and antique styled furnishings. I haven’t had the chance to come yet, so I take in the interior and the atmosphere. Even if the food is bad, I’m coming back. I like it.

  We are seated in a highly coveted spot and I sit in my captain’s chair across from Garrett. Not going to lie, I am very impressed that he got us into this place.

  “So,” he begins but is interrupted by our waiter.

  “Can I interest you in something to drink?” The silky voice says. I look up and am face to face with another member from the club. We haven’t actually had sex, but I know how much he likes to watch Jerry and I fuck. “Hey, Liz. Dirty martini?”

  I clear my throat and try to figure out how to play this. Wait a fucking minute. I don’t need to be embarrassed by what I do and I’m not going to let Sean make me feel like I have to be. He’s attractive in a prep-school-boy way and sure enough, he has a big dick from what I’ve seen. Sean’s hair is short but is styled in that messy spikes that only certain guys can swing with beautiful emerald eyes. I wouldn’t say he’s super fit, but he’s not fat. Sean has that body that is attractive without looking like he spends hours in the gym.

  “Hey, Sean. This is my friend, Garrett. Garrett, this is Sean.” I made sure to make the introductions sim
ple enough and tried to not imply how I know either of them.

  My date nods his head and that was the end of that. Huh… “I will take a unsweetened ice tea. What would you like?”

  He’s not drinking? This is the strangest date in the history of awkward dates! “Water with a lemon.” Sean nods his head and leaves us. In a few minutes of silence, Sean comes back and takes our order and then he’s gone again. “So, why did you ask me for dinner if all you’re going to do is be silent?” Being discreet isn’t one of my virtues.

  “Sorry, sweetheart. How much longer do you have in school?”

  We spend about the time it took for our food to be delivered doing the get-to-know-you-first-date-questions. Once our food came, we became quiet. I ate slowly and looked at him as he chewed. I almost felt as if he didn’t want to be here… There was something awkward with how he was chewing.

  Garrett

  Why did I force her to go on a date with me? Fucking seriously. Even our waiter knows her and I bet it’s from that sex club that she goes to. Why did I even think that this would be a good idea to go on a date with my sister’s friend? I know, because I’m a glutton for punishment. I might as well go back to war at least those sounds would drown out my jealous thoughts.

  A woman this beautiful and rich, she would never want to go out with a veteran and now a cop. No, she’s the type that wants to fuck around and eventually meet someone rich. Which sure the hell isn’t me. After I went to the police academy, I got cut off from my family because they didn’t think it was a good idea. They wanted Baron and I to go to law school and work in JAG.

  “So, how do you like being a cop in LA?”

  I blink a couple of times and chew the steak that I have put in my mouth. This is the most prestigious restaurant in fucking LA, I’m eating a damned steak. I picked this place to show off for Liz. I’m hoping that she will be impressed with my choice and give me a chance.

  I’m wanting something meaningful, and I am hoping this time- things would work out.

  “It’s all right. Busy. I’m working a split today.”

  She takes a drink of her water and then places it back on the table “A split?” Liz looks like she is actually curious.

  “Yeah, I’m working two eights today.”

  “Oh, my god. Seriously? We could have done this another night,” she says with a voice full of concern.

  I stick my hand out and place it on her hand. “Cupcake, it’s all right. I wanted to take you out and I wasn’t going to let work get in my way of that. Especially after that kiss you gave me earlier.” I said the last sentence in a joking manner hoping to distract her from my work schedule.

  “You mean, after you kissed me.” Liz shakes my hand off of hers and digs back into her dinner.

  “Nah, pretty sure it was you, cupcake. But don’t worry, I liked it.” Yeah, I’m not about to let her know how hard I am while thinking about it. “I wonder if that girl you were making out with will be jealous.”

  She starts laughing and then places her hand on her heart as if she’s trying to calm it. “So, that took you longer than I thought it would to bring that up.”

  I eat another piece of my food and drink some of my tea before addressing her. “It was pretty hot.”

  “Go on, ask me your questions.” The little temptress waves her hand in the air to hurry me along.

  “All right. Is she your girlfriend?”

  Liz blurts out a laugh and then looks around to see if anyone is looking at her. “I don’t do titles. She and I hang out from time to time.”

  I’m very fucking happy that she’s talking to me about this, but I’m weirded out. “Titles?”

  “Yeah. I don’t like labels. I’m just having fun.”

  Well… I’m so fucking pissed at myself for even thinking that I could have anything to do with her on a one on one basis. She’s not in the least bit wife material, so why the fucking hell am I upset about this?

  Luckily before I can say anything, Sean, the waiter, comes over and drops off the check. I give him a decent tip and leave enough cash to cover both of our meals and I stand up. With a quick check of the watch that Audrey bought for me, I realize that I have another hour and a half before I have to go back to work.

  I hold my hand out for Liz to grab onto and once she places her delicate hand in mine, I pull her up and into my space. She breathes heavily and looks up at me through her lashes. As I wrap an arm around the small of her back, I say: “Thanks for coming to dinner with me.”

  She blinks, smiles and wrap her arm around me to give me a weird hug. “Thanks for the invite.”

  Liz

  Garrett and I were walking back from the restaurant and he held my hand. It’s strange that something so simple could feel so big. My other lovers and their hands felt weak and not as significant. I don’t understand the meaning behind feeling this way, but I kind of like the sizzle.

  He leaned over to my ear, “I’m surprised you even came out with me. I thought for sure you were going to deny me the pleasure of taking you out.”

  My smile spread from cheek to cheek. Ear to ear. “Well, it’s kind of taboo… going out with my best friend’s brother…” I didn’t want him to know how nervous I was to actually date him like this. This is so weird.

  I haven’t been on an actual date in a very long time. Probably… a few years? I really have no idea what I’m supposed to be saying or doing. Do I kiss him first? Does he kiss me first? Do we have sex right away? Do I want to have sex with him?

  Yes!

  He stops walking and I abruptly stop with him. “Is that all you see me as? I need you to answer me honestly, right the fuck now.”

  My eyes widen and I can’t help the quickening in my breath. Him being forceful is hot. Which is something that I never thought I would be into. “No, I haven’t seen you as Audrey’s brother since you caught me at the club. What did you think when you saw me with Jerry?”

  “You and Jerry are fuckin’ hot together. Of course, I would love if it were just us… But it was nice masturbation material.”

  I scoff and then hit him on his arm. “You didn’t jack off to me.”

  “Come on, let’s go walk out to the beach before I have to go to work.”

  “When do you have to be at work?” I try in vain to hide my anxiety over the fact that he has to go to work. I’ve had a lot of awkward fun with him. Garrett is sexy and I want to get down on my knees and fuck him with my mouth. It’s been a long time since I’ve given head.

  Garrett slings his arm around me and leads me towards the ocean. “What I would like to know is how you got involved with this…”

  The way he says it, makes me think that he doesn’t like it. He’s not allowed to have that kind of opinion and if that is what he thinks… then he can suck a dick.

  “That’s a story for another time. What I would like to know is why you would ask me out.” I try to avoid saying that it’s weird since he’s my best friend’s brother and friends with Ben.

  “Well,” he began and then turned to face me. “After seeing you, I realized that there is more to you than just my sister’s friend.”

  I smiled and looked up at him. It was hard for me to look at him into the same eyes of Audrey’s. I kept staring at his chest and my mouth watered. Before I could talk myself out of being a fucking whore, I got down on my knees and placed my hands on his belt.

  “Cupcake, no… you don’t have-”

  Garrett stopped as I undid the latch on his belt and then make quick work of his button and zipper. I placed my hands on the top of his pants and his briefs. Once I had a good hold, I pushed them down his thighs.

  “Liz- come- no- not-”

  “Shut up, Garrett.” I didn’t tell him that he wanted this and this was the only reason why he invited me to dinner. He wanted to know what it was like to have sex with a free woman like myself. And I wanted to suck him off so he can stop confusing me.

  I’m so confused as to why I’m feeling like I need to prov
e something to him. But here I am, about to put his dick in my mouth.

  His angry member is jutting out towards me with fury and a bead of victory dripping off the end of him.

  I watch too much television.

  I grip his shaft in my left hand and lick from his balls all the way up his head. My tongue dips and dances along the ridges and valleys of his cock then swirls around the head of him. With the flat of my tongue, I lick the head in a swipe and collect his pre-cum. He groans and sticks his hands in my hair.

  When Garrett pulls a little on my hair, I look up at him and he smirks. “Yeah, that’s right. Swallow my dick. You like being a dirty girl, don’t you?”