She couldn't really know who we were—not right now.
While Elijah leaned over to lap at her clit, I focused on her breasts. They were soft, perky, and utterly delectable. I stared at them as I ran my fingers across her nipples, down beneath her breasts, and back up to gently cup them. Her mouth dropped open instantly when I rolled my fingers around her nipples. I delighted in the sight of her pleasure, wondering how many times in her life she had ever had someone do this to her.
Maybe this was the first time.
I pressed my forehead to hers. I couldn't stop staring at her pouting ruby lips—how would they taste having never had much action before? And without question, I took them. I kissed her hard and long, pulling back some of my aggression when I realized how hungry I must have seemed. I carefully took her lower lip between my teeth and kneaded gently, causing a slew of groans to echo from her throat.
I carefully withdrew and went back for the kill, slipping my tongue slowly between her lips. She moaned into my kiss and caused me to deepen it. I nearly lost control with her reactions alone, the mere gesture of her arms wrapping around my shoulders inspiring my cock to grow hard beneath my pants. I wanted to loosen my pants or pull out my cock, but I wasn't sure. I had to wait for her cue.
I hoped it would come soon.
While continuing to kiss her, I massaged her breasts in slow, rhythmic circles. I made sure to be as gentle as ever, to treat her like a porcelain vase that required the utmost care and attention. As she released my lips, she nodded down, indicating for me to sink. I obeyed instantly and carved a path of kisses down the slope of her neck, down her chest, and to her left nipple.
I hummed as I parted my lips to receive her erect nipple, rolling the tip of it sensually in my mouth. She groaned, her fingers tangling into my hair to push me further. Hungrily, I slipped my tongue out and simultaneously sucked and licked. This motion must have been new for she arched her back and balled up a chunk of my hair in her fist.
I growled and released her nipple, raising my gaze to hers. A primal urge nudged me to yank her hand to my cock. I felt like a drunken animal waiting to mate; like a tiger circling its prey with the hunger of a thousand years waiting to eat.
Fuck, I couldn't wait.
I watched her hand slink up Elijah's thigh towards his cock and immediately went for my belt, dropping my boxers and pants to the ground in one, fluid motion. She didn't wait or ask—she grabbed my cock instantly and gripped the head, gently kneading it with her fingers. I groaned and let my jaw drop for a second, watching her features shift as her pleasure heightened.
I glanced down to savor the sight of her getting licked. Elijah's tongue was lapping rapidly over her pussy lips and clit, engulfing her entire vulva with feverish strokes. She was leaking—fuck, she was leaking so much. I wanted to jump down there and taste it, just a little bit, but she had me by my cock.
She had me—and I didn't want to leave.
I went back for her breasts. I didn't know what else to do except to keep savoring them. As much as I wanted to hump her twelve ways till Sunday, I knew she wouldn't let us—not yet. God, I didn't think I could wait to get inside her like that. How could I wait? She was right here, practically nude, practically ready to be taken…
I stood up.
“Are you okay?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, yes, darling. I'm perfectly okay. It's just--” I glanced at Elijah. He shook his head. “It's nothing, darling.”
“Could you suck some more?”
I nodded with a grin, licking my lips as I sank back down to her breasts. She held my cock steady and did her best to stroke. Her other hand was occupied by Elijah, so I knew she was trying to get us both off. It wouldn't be enough for me, unfortunately, but I didn't care anymore. My pleasure didn't really matter right now. Though my physical body begged for the release, I just wanted to see how hard she would shake when she came.
And it looked like that might be very soon.
I lapped at her left nipple, clutching her right breast in my hand. She tittered and shivered underneath us, underneath our combined pleasurable effort, and it made it all the more desirable to see how she would shake with my cock inside her. Her fingers tangled into my hair again and gripped hard, pressing my mouth further into her soft breast.
I hummed as I continued sucking, glancing up every so often to see her delicate chin pointing up towards the ceiling. The candles around us flickered with encouragement. I heard the crescendo of moans on the other side of the thin door. The sound rose and fell rhythmically, matching our own symbolic orchestra. She bayed a little louder, and I suckled on her tit, feeling her body's energy shift.
She was closer.
I angled my mouth against her nipple so I could watch her features shift. She looked like she was under a spell. Surely, it would break soon, and she would erupt all over the place. I begged the cosmic gods above to allow us some more time with her, to maybe even make her susceptible for more. I couldn't help myself—the animal in me wanted to rage inside of her as her hips bucked sensuously on the bed.
Another moan surfaced, and she tensed up, cradling my head into her bosom. I felt her stomach clench and her hands followed by gripping my hair. Her mouth widened as another bay rose, a magnificent testament to her oncoming orgasm. She bucked wildly over the sheets, uncontrollably wailing as she hugged me in tight to her.
As she convulsed, I attempted to find her nipple again. I just wanted to give her a little bit more…
“Stop,” she begged.
Elijah and I withdrew, lingering close as she panted. When her breathing had settled, she invited us back and stroked my head with her wonderful fingers, her nails tracing my scalp and causing me to groan.
“I want you,” I gasped.
“I know,” she whimpered.
Elijah appeared, and he cupped her face, drawing in close to peck her lips. "Maybe soon."
He gestured for me to follow. My features sank immediately. I didn't want to leave her now, not while she was still buzzing with pleasure. I kissed her lips before moving on. We gathered our clothes, got dressed, and went for the door as she sat on the bed, clutching her dress with her hair a tangled mess all around her shoulders.
“Don't leave yet,” she cooed.
How silky her voice sounded in this environment. I offered her an assuring grin. “We'll be back, darling.”
“When?”
I grinned as I bowed my head slightly. “This weekend.”
I noticed Elijah rummage in his pocket. He was retrieving something, but he must have reconsidered because he paused immediately. He nodded his head towards Belle and pushed the door open for me to follow.
And with that, we left.
Chapter 7
Belle
I sat snugly in the passenger seat of Sarah's car, fumbling with my clutch. I couldn't get the damn buckle to fasten, and the frustration from my encounter was still lingering with me. Not the frustration of them leaving—the absolutely overwhelming orgasm that they had left with me.
“God,” I groaned. “They were amazing.”
“So, you got some?” Sarah turned the engine and put the car into drive. “How did it feel?”
“Not all the way. Just surface stuff.”
“Something is better than nothing.”
“They were so familiar. I think I've met them before.”
“Well, San Francisco is a big city. It's possible.”
I frowned. “I don't know, Sarah. It felt weird.”
“They followed your directions, right?”
"Of course. They were absolute gentlemen the entire time. They kept asking for my consent, and they stopped when I told them to."
“Well, shit. Did you get their numbers?”
“No, I...” When I trailed off, she glanced at me, encouraging me to go on. “I was afraid to ask, honestly.”
“Oh, honey. You had an incredible orgasm. You weren't thinking straight.”
“I can't believe I just
did that with two men.”
“I see you're starting to come out of your shell.” She winked for effect. “Should we grab some food? I had like five back-to-back orgasms that require nourishment.”
“I don't know how you do it with strangers.”
“It's easy—I just do it.”
I laughed. “You're so much more confident than me. I don't think I could ever have sex like that. I don't know if I can ever have sex ever.”
“I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. That's the beauty of that place.”
“Yeah, I can attest to that.”
She pulled up to a drive-through and studied the menu, leaning against her hand. I could tell she was still shaking from the work-out she'd had. “So, I have to ask.”
“What's that?”
"Why did you ever keep your virginity, to begin with?"
“You know why, Sarah.”
She turned to me. “No, actually, you never really told me about that decision.”
“I guess I just...” I shrugged, feeling cold all of a sudden. “I just wanted to keep it.”
“But what's so special about it? I mean, sex is just...it's the bee's knees. It really is something else. I can't even describe it to you, Belle.”
“I know it's amazing, but I want it to be special, you know?”
“But how would you know? Is there like a compass for that?”
She drove the car from the menu to the speaker and rolled down her window, leaning out to announce her order. “Could I get a cheeseburger with curly fries and a vanilla shake?”
“I'd like the same,” I added.
“Can I get that times two?”
The speaker buzzed with life, the words coming through slightly garbled, but it sounded like the person said, “That will be $10.75.”
“God—money,” Sarah groaned as she maneuvered the car around the side of the building. “Can't just enjoy shit, can we?”
“It's pretty late. I imagine they don't get many orders.”
“You always look on both sides of the fence, don't you?”
When we arrived at the window, Sarah reached down to her wallet and withdrew a twenty-dollar bill. She handed the attendant the money and accepted our bags, waiting for our shakes to arrive while drumming her nails against the door. When she received them, she wished them a nice night and took off towards the main road again. She handed me the shakes.
“Can you feed me a fry?” she requested.
I reached into the bag and grabbed a hot fry, holding it out for her to eat. “Do you think I'm a prude?”
Sarah guffawed while chewing. “Girl, why the hell would I think that?”
“Because I don't want to get laid like everyone else.”
“I don't even care, Belle. I only asked about your reasons because I'm curious.”
“Do you think those guys would think I'm a prude?”
She pulled up to a red light and turned to me, her features soft and sweet. “Honey, it doesn't matter what they think. You got off and got to celebrate your new job. The deal is done. Don't worry about it.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Sarah.”
“Of course. Now, get you some of those fries before I eat them all.”
I giggled and dug into the bag, delighting in the hot and salty food that nourished my soul immediately. I didn't even realize I was hungry until I put a few fries in my mouth. Before we were home, we had both demolished the bag and drank half our shakes. She took my hand before I left the car.
“Do me a favor,” she requested. “Could you not worry about your virginity and what that might mean to other people? Could you focus on your new job instead?”
I rolled my eyes. “I can try.”
“Do a meditation. Flip off the whole city. I don't care as long as you don't dwell on it.”
“Why can't I just marry you? You're ten times better than any guy I've ever met.”
“Honey, if our compasses pointed that way, it'd be a done deal.”
I smiled warmly. “I love you, Sarah.”
“I love you, too. Now, get some rest. You've got a big weekend coming up.”
I took my vanilla shake and waved while walking up to my apartment building. As I withdrew my keys, I walked up the steps and strutted down the hall, feeling more alive than I ever had in my life. There was something different about the way I walked and the way I perceived everything. I felt more aware, more receptive to the world around me.
Maybe if I had sex, it would be better than that. Maybe my art would improve. Maybe everything would improve.
I shook my head as I approached my door, laughing away my silly thoughts. While reaching for the doorknob, I kicked something. I looked down to find a sheer red vase with a dozen roses planted inside of it. They looked rather fresh. As I knelt down to inspect them, I noticed the eggshell white card attached to the stem. It read:
To the sweetest woman in San Francisco—stay pure.
No name. No address.
Was this another joke?
I took them up in my arms and unlocked my door, closing the door behind me with my hip. As I turned the bolt, I inhaled the scent of roses and felt a sting in the back of my mind. There was another scent there, a familiar one that I knew I had smelled very recently.
But what was it?
I set the vase on the counter and studied it, focusing hard on the details carved into the glass. It was a typical vase, nothing fancy, but the design gave the onlooker something more than mere normalcy. There was a collection of vines imprinted in the glass that climbed all the way up to the neck. Those details alone were incredible. Maybe it wasn't an ordinary vase.
I checked the base to see if there was a signature or a sticker, but there was nothing. I inspected the card around the roses over and over, half expecting to see a name appear where there hadn't been anything else written. I huffed as I collapsed into the bar stool and stared even harder at the flowers, wondering, Was it those men? Did they find out who I was?
I shook my head.
No way—that's a fool's fantasy.
I plucked the placard from my blind date off the counter and held it up to the light, studying the way the paper looked between my fingers. I saw Elijah's name, I saw my name, and I noticed the faint scribble of numbers on the inside.
Well, I hadn't seen that before.
This card, that card, these roses, that vase—did it really matter? I didn't have time to worry about it. Dating was out of my mind. I was more apt to worry about my first impression on the job than who in the great wide city had sent these delectable roses. I didn't even dare think it was Elijah or Arthur. It couldn't be. They didn't know anything about me that wasn't on my blind-dating profile.
Which reminded me—I needed to delete that shit. It wasn't on my list anymore. Besides, the card on the roses said to stay pure, right? I could do that. I wanted to, anyway, so what more did it matter?
I paused on my way to the computer, turning slowly to eye the roses again.
Stay pure, I reflected. Wait—what does that even mean?
The air conditioner clicked on, and I jumped, feeling startled senseless in my own apartment.
“Alright, I think it's time for bed,” I announced to the empty space. “I need sleep.”
I set my phone on its charger and stripped off my dress, peeling off the thong that was now permanently soaked from my escapade with those two men. I tossed both articles of clothing into the laundry and stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection while debating a shower.
I didn't want to shower off their scent. I couldn't. I mean, I could, but that would mean forgetting…but didn't I want to forget? Didn't I want to just focus on catering?
I didn't know what to do. I was struck with emotion, unsure which one was really surfacing or why it was surfacing. I felt feels I didn't want to feel and it made me ache, reaching for the knobs of the shower before I could even decide it was what I wanted to do. I stepped into the stream of warm, comforting water and sighed alo
ud, focusing on the water.
“I'll think about it later,” I promised myself. “Later, later, later...”
Chapter 8
Elijah
I studied the arrangement of the tables, tugging one of the cloths to fix its alignment. When I was satisfied, I turned to the worker that was in charge of setting up and nodded. He skittered away, and I went about checking every single place card, every fork, every dish—everything needed to be perfect.
While I was busy perfecting the entire room, Arthur made an appearance on the other side, raising his hands and letting everyone know that pictures weren't allowed.
I rolled my eyes. “Ah, the prodigal son returns.”
“I needed a spa day,” he claimed. “And what have you been doing? Mulling over every tiny detail as per usual?”
“These plates cost $250 each, Arthur. I wish you would take it seriously.”
“It's literally a gala event. What's the big deal?”
“The big deal is that she is here.” I pointed towards the kitchen in a subtle fashion. “Right here. Right now.”
Arthur glanced over in that direction with a curious brow raised. “Can I see her?”
“No, you can't see her, Arty.”
“I hate when you call me that.”
“Well, then, behave and I won't.”
He scowled. “You're no fun.”
I wrung my wrists and felt the flustered panic rise from my gut to my chest. The perfectionist beast was making an appearance. God help me—I did not want Belle seeing that creature. “Would you just...get with the program?”
Arthur grinned a not-so-friendly smile and went towards the stage to check the microphones. I settled for checking that the bar at the other end of the room was properly stocked. I had yet to drop into the kitchen to check on Belle, but by the smells filling the room, I could tell she was hard at work. Knowing she was in there was driving me wild. I couldn't stop checking everything in the room. It was worse than usual...or maybe it was just like usual, and I was in denial.
Fuck it, I didn't really care. I needed to see her—now.
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