by Hazel Parker
“Ah, well, you’ll get a good luck at the universe you do know well,” I said.
I led her right up to the destination of the evening—the Hudson River Waterfront Walkway. There was perhaps no better place to capture the entirety of New York City, both because one could see almost the entire skyline of Manhattan and just how ridiculously far it stretched, and because it was in a quiet part of town. The boroughs to the east of Manhattan often afforded few moments of silence, and even in good spots, most of the Manhattan skyline overlapped with each other.
But here, from the railing that we stood at, it felt like we could see everything from Tribeca all the way up to Washington Heights. Maybe the actual view wasn’t quite so literally far, but for as much as we could see, we felt like we could see the world.
“Crazy,” Lilly said silently. “It’s like I’m seeing my entire world right here.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“This is where I grew up. My parents still live on the upper west side,” she said. “I know a lot of people talk about wanting to see the world, but I feel like New York City is a little microcosm of the world. I’ve met so many people from so many different walks of life; it’s like I know what Earth feels like in just a plot of land a few acres large.”
I’d heard plenty of people speak effusively about the great city, but hearing Lilly speak about it seemed to click something into place for me.
“It makes sense that you became a writer, huh?”
“I guess so,” she said, leaning forward, her forearms resting on the railing. “I actually first started writing because it felt like a world I could control. No matter what was happening in the world around me, I could control what happened in this one. I could make people do as I wanted. It wasn’t some sort of power grab for control. It was more like…it was just a chance for me to escape the insanity of the real world.”
“How so?” I asked.
I realized that for as sweet as Lilly was and as much as I admired her creativity, there wasn’t much that I actually knew about her and her background. I had only just learned, after all, that her parents were here in New York City; for all I knew, they could have been dead or living in a foreign country. I had apparently done a poor job of understanding Lilly, though it had only been a few days of knowing her.
I knew things took time, but I also knew that I wanted to know as much as I could about her.
“I had a good upbringing, don’t get me wrong. My parents were wonderful. No siblings, but they didn’t spoil me. They took good care of me while disciplining me as needed. But I’m definitely an introvert at heart. I don’t think you can be a good author if you’re an extrovert.”
“Sucks for all those people, huh?” I said with a smirk.
“I know it’s an exaggeration, but I’d say the tendency is most definitely toward introversion. I don’t think anyone would argue with that. The other part of me is that I like to be a peace-maker. I don’t like it when people fight with each other. So I do whatever I can to prevent bullying and fighting, but sometimes, that would take a lot out of me. I’d go home and just start writing as a way to recover from all that thinking and all that protection that I did. And, of course, being in a city like this has a way of overwhelming even the most extroverted of people.”
Oh, I knew that all too well. I was a gregarious guy who loved to laugh, and even I had days where I just wanted to ride my bike all the way to Maine without looking back.
“But getting the chance to take a step back like this and overlook the city makes me realize how happy I am to be here.”
She looked at me. I knew instantly from the look what it meant. This is the time.
“And how happy I am to be with you.”
I smiled. I bit my lip, put my hands on her shoulders, and gently leaned forward.
My lips pressed to hers, and my hands went around her as I kissed her as if we’d been together for years. The kiss felt natural and easy; it was both sweet and gentle. Lilly kissed like she’d waited for this moment for quite some time, which, judging how she’d looked at me when I first arrived, was probably true.
But it was also a kiss that promised things weren’t just culminating in a quickie. If it got that far tonight, well, I sure wasn’t about to say no, but I also knew that it wasn’t going to just abruptly cut off tonight. I knew that we’d go beyond this evening and see what more we could have with each other. That, more than anything else that came tonight, stirred my heart.
“Well, I’d say something back to you,” I said as I pulled back. “But I’m no wordsmith. So I’ll let the master craftswoman do her thing!”
Lilly laughed and pressed her head into my chest. I brought her in and gently swayed with her, overlooking the city skyline. A few clouds in the distance threatened to blot out the moon, but for the moment, we’d have plenty of night sky to relish in.
“Well, we do have to get back eventually,” I said with some remorse. “I imagine that you probably want to have some sleep so that you can get plenty of writing done.”
“Eh,” Lilly said before she laughed. “Nice thing about being a writer is that I can sleep in if I want or need to. I might do that tonight. But I would be happy to retire for the evening to one of our places.”
“Retire? What are we, fifty?”
We both laughed, but it also gave me a chance to realize what she was offering—for me to come over to her place.
“Hey, us introverts can act like old souls really fast,” she said. “Besides, you showed me the library of New York; now I have to show you my library.”
“So you’re saying I can read you like a book?”
We both laughed at how terrible that line was. Like I said, I was not a wordsmith by any stretch of the imagination. But if I could make Lilly laugh, then I suppose there were worse things to be.
“Yes, you can do that,” Lilly finally said. “Take me home, Jack.”
I did so, but not before bringing her in for one more majestic kiss. This one was a little more intense, our tongues pressing on each other, but it still maintained that same romantic feel that the first one had had.
Of course, taking her home was not a slow process. We had to take the bus back into the city, walk back to my motorcycle, and ride all the way back to Brooklyn. But in this case, slow was better. It let us learn more about each other, trade more stupid jokes, and share more intense, arousing kisses.
By the time that we got on the bike, I was having to walk behind her so that she wouldn’t see the bulge in my pants. She had me riled up to the highest degree, and I had to move some things around to not make it painfully obvious how I felt. But I had a feeling, as we got on the bike, that she felt the exact same way.
As soon as we pulled up to her place, I had a vision in my head of us quietly moving into her apartment, making some small talk, and then letting the night take its course. But as soon as she unlocked the door and I was inside, she pressed up onto me, kissing me far more aggressively than she had earlier.
The night was now going to end with us in bed.
Chapter 10: Lilly
Jack probably had no idea how horny I was for him until I pushed up against him in the apartment and started the process of undressing.
All night, I’d had it in my mind that it was a strong possibility I’d end the night naked with him. But as soon as he had taken me to the view, and as soon as I’d opened up about my past, that’s when it was a done deal.
It wasn’t like I had some elaborate, mysterious past that required a heart-to-heart conversation. In fact, in comparison to a lot of people, I felt like I had a pretty tame upbringing. My parents and I got along fine; I helped the bullied, but never really suffered bullying; and aside from the standard teenage insecurities, I never had that many serious concerns.
But that didn’t mean that talking about who I was and where I’d come from was just an easy conversation. The very fact that I was an introvert meant that I had trouble opening up about anything about me, let alo
ne my past. Jack was easy-going and very engaging, but I could have just as easily seen his laugh as obnoxious and rude in a different setting. In fact, in many ways, I imagined that if he had come to the coffee shop while I was working or just minutes after, this would never be a thing.
But here we were. It was most certainly a thing. And now, it was time to culminate that thing.
I started by lifting his polo shirt to reveal his muscular chest and thick torso. I was right—he was definitely built like an offensive lineman, but a healthy lineman at that. He didn’t have the six-pack muscles of a professional body-builder, but he still had a rock-solid core and the muscular definition that, frankly, even most skinny guys didn’t have. He wasn’t perfect, but that made him better. I didn’t want perfect; it would have intimidated me.
He worked his hands to the back of my shirt and lifted it off. Then, with one hand, he managed to undo my bra. I pressed my chest against his body, craving the skin-on-skin contact. I moaned when he breathed heavily into my ear, uttering my name with a warm breath.
“Lilly.”
God, hearing him say my name sent such a shiver down my spine.
We moved about in the apartment until we eventually reached the bedroom, in the process kicking off shoes and somewhat working our socks off. The way that we tumbled meant that he wound up on top of me first, and he again breathed into my ear and kissed my neck. I was burning with erotic passion to have him naked before me, but he had control of me and would dictate who went first.
Which wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“I’m gonna make this better than anything you’ve ever written,” he said.
Such a line might have produced an eye roll before we’d gotten frisky, but now, it was just making me hornier. I wasn’t going to say that it was impossible for Jack to say something that would take me out of my aroused state, but it sure would be pretty damn difficult for him to pull off. And that was assuming he tried to say something corny and stupid.
His hands went to my jeans and tugged the belt off. His fingers then wrapped to the inside, getting my underwear and my jeans in one fell swoop. When he had them off, the rush of air across my naked body made me shiver.
No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t the fresh air, though it certainly felt chilly. It was being naked before Jack; I couldn’t ever remember moving so quickly with someone, and yet at the same time feeling so comfortable this early with sex. We may have only had one date, but I knew in my heart that Jack wasn’t going anywhere after this.
He ran his hands on the curve separating my ass from my thighs and lifted me up, then lowered himself down to my wet sex. He kissed me there, sending my head tilting back and moaning with pleasure.
“Jack…” I said, reaching down at the intensity of what he’d done.
“Yeah?” he said innocently as if he had no idea what he’d just done. “Feel good?”
“What do you think?” I said, desperate for him to get back to work. “Don’t stop!”
Jack let out a miniature version of that boisterous laugh before burying his face down on me and taking me further and further up the ladder of sexual pleasure, orgasm already in sight.
He had moved so fast and with such enthusiasm to go between my legs that I had forgotten how, in the past, most men just outright refused to go down on me or did so with dampened enthusiasm, as if they were doing me a huge favor. I had never had anyone who not only liked to eat pussy, but they loved to do so and did it before I even had a chance to see what their cock looked like.
Suffice to say, that was playing a major role in how good I felt right then. The enthusiasm and proper aggression went a long way to making sure my drive to climax, already going at a pretty good clip, was going even faster. I’d thought that the library was going to be the best part of the evening, but I was very clearly wrong—this, right here, was the best part of the night.
“Oh, Jack…”
I said more, but it wasn’t really English. It was the muttering, groans, and garbled words that were influenced by an orgasm that now seemed inevitable. In some ways, it was almost coming too fast; I didn’t want me to finish so soon. I knew I had the luxury of being able to have multiple orgasms, but I wasn’t like some girls who could roll from one into the other. Unfortunately, my body required me to have some downtime before the next one.
Not that that was going to stop me from having an orgasm right now. I’d have to be a damn fool to say no to that right now.
“Oh, Jack.”
My fingers ran through his hair as I tried to get a glimpse of his eyes. The tension within me was increasing by the second, and though I could hold it off for a little bit, it wasn’t going to be that much longer before I’d have no choice but to experience release. I just wanted a look at those handsome eyes just one—
There it was.
God, he was so fucking hot.
“Oh my God, it’s right there, yes, yes, yes…”
And with what felt like a bolt of lightning coursing through my body, the orgasm erupted from my sex. I clamped my legs tightly around Jack, squeezing and pulsing in sync with my orgasm. My whole body shook and quivered. My mind raced, unable to think of anything, flooded by the pleasure rushing through my body.
I just knew I wanted Jack. I needed him. I had to have him. This was not going to be our last time.
This was, in fact, not even going to be the last time this evening.
Holy fuck.
“My God,” I said after I pushed him away, giving me a second to recover. “You were right. That was better than anything I have ever written.”
Jack gave a shortened version of his laugh. I rolled over for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath. My entire body felt like it had just experienced the greatest massage of my life. I both wanted him inside of me, and I wanted to just pass out on the bed, not waking up ever.
Eventually, while the good tingling remained, my desire to return the favor and have Jack feel what I felt won out. I slowly rolled over, motioned him over, and started kissing him. I pushed him on his back and started trailing kisses down his stomach.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” Jack said playfully.
I eyed him in such a way that I think I might have gotten him to come just by looking at me. I was determined not to say anything until he had orgasmed, other than the uncontrolled moans and gasps for when he was inside of me. The eyes and the actions would speak for themselves.
I didn’t let go of my gaze until I had him completely naked, and even then, I only briefly looked down at his cock before stroking it with my hands. I had to say; I knew that while there may not technically have been a correlation between a man’s size and the size of his dick, in this particular case, the girth and thickness that defined Jack’s body overall translated perfectly to his member.
The one word that perfectly described it was “thick.” And when I put my mouth around it, I was in awe.
Jack, of course, loved everything that I did. He muttered my name a few times, saying how he loved one thing more than the other, but for the most part, just as I had, he spoke mostly in incomprehensible gibberish. He seemed to have a real affinity for having his balls gently rubbed and his tip flicked with my tongue, but there wasn’t really anything I did that he seemed to dislike or not be aroused by. I was tempted to ask how long it had been since he’d had release, given how hard he was, but hey, it’s not like I needed a reason.
And really, this had the added side effect of getting me back to the state where I could have another orgasm. Watching Jack have pleasure got me excited, and I could only hold out for so long before I had to have him.
“Alright,” I said when I pulled away, giving him a few good strokes for good measure. “I need you inside of me or I’m going to go crazy.”
“Don’t have to say that twice,” Jack said with a chuckle.
He bent forward, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out a condom. In the interim, I kept stroking his cock, drawing some murmurs and eye
s to the back of the head reactions from Jack. It took him a lot longer than normal to get his condom on, but in this particular case, I think he could be forgiven.
When he finally did get it on, I straddled his hips, letting his thickness rub the outside of my sex.
“Oh, yeah,” I murmured. “God, you’re so big.”
Jack smiled and ran his hands up and down my body. I loved feeling his fingers exploring all of my curves and all of my skin. Everything about this moment was just absolutely fucking perfect.
Finally, after a few seconds of torturing him—and, let’s be honest, myself—I put him in me.
It was everything and more.
Despite being an author, sometimes, there just weren’t words in the English language that properly conveyed what I was feeling. Deep connection, intimacy, exquisite pleasure—they were great, but they didn’t fully capture what I felt. The closest that I could come was the perfect straddle between overload and maximal pleasure.
But mostly, the words failed me because Jack felt so good, it became impossible to describe. I figured I’d find the right words for it later when I had the chance to recover from what was already some of the best sex of my life. He was so thick and surprisingly supple, giving us multiple positions to work with.
Somewhere around missionary, the perfect word hit me. Best. That was it. The best. The best sex? Yes. The best moment? Yes. The best pleasure? Yes.
Time became a blur as I felt like I was falling into becoming one with Jack. Yeah, I was losing myself in the moment, and I knew it couldn’t always be this good, but goddamn if this wasn’t the perfect start to something special. I just kept kissing Jack, uttering his name, and trying to tighten my body in anticipation of the second orgasm.
Said orgasm came when he had me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips tightly and his thick, hard cock thrusting deep into me. When I came, I had to grab a pillow to scream into. My entire body felt like jelly. To say I wanted to melt into the pillow was an understatement—I wanted to dissolve into the pillow.
