Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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All through the drive to wherever he’s taking me, our fingers remain intertwined. He seems to be staring at the streets with raised browns filled with questions. When we get to the Central Park Tower, he pushes forward and scans the magnificent building like he’s seeing it for the first time.
His actions arouse so many questions and even earlier, when he said he only came by the bar because his friends asked, I wanted to ask him why they did that and why he couldn’t say no. I’m in the same boat as him tonight. Lilly literally forced me to get in the car after she coaxed me into tugging on my black jeans and a white lace top.
It’s my twenty–first birthday and she had denied me the choice of staying indoors tonight and cussing out Tristan.
I sigh and relax into the hard body beside me, reveling in his warmth and sturdy build.
wasn’t supposed to be out tonight. Lilly too, she turned deaf ears to my pleas and presented a thousand and one reasons I needed to celebrate tonight. At first, I was still reluctant, you know. I just stood at the bar, counting down to the minutes I get to walk out the exit door. But then I took the first drink, then another, and another and I started relaxing, letting my mind and body blend with the moment.”
Another thing made my night though, but I’m not going to tell him. My mind travels back to the nerve–wracking orgasm I just had. I doubt I’ll forget it anytime soon. I glance down at the fingers I had used to pleasure myself. Can I take it up and sniff it? I’ve never pleasured myself. I’ve watched a few videos though but never gathered the nerves to actually do it.
“What are you celebrating tonight?” His jaw moves over my chin as he speaks.
“It’s my birthday.”
He cradles my face in one palm then stares into my eyes. “Happy birthday, Sweetness.” He murmurs then moves in slowly, closing his lips over mine in the gentlest kiss.
The kiss may be gentle, but there’s nothing tender about the flush of excitement rushing through me. I cling to him, arms shifting to encircle his neck.
“What do you want?” He whispers in between nibbles. “It’s your birthday, tell me anything you want from me.”
Anything?
I sift through piles of need, trying to find the one that nags at me the most. Then it hits me, I have no wish list this year, unlike last year. I remember how fun–filled it was. Tristan had asked me to make a list of everything wanted. Shoes, bags, vacation tickets, a new house, a car. He had teased me so much when I added a private garden in my backyard to the list. He refused to do it of course. The arrogance in him didn’t let him see how much I needed a garden. And his stupid excuse was that he didn’t want me to get my hands dirty.
I had all the time in the world after working hours every day. Apart from reading, texting, and going surfing with Lilly, I needed another pastime.
Well, his refusal to grant my wish didn’t mean I was going to back down. With Sharon, my housekeeper’s help, I was able to get a few flowers that will bloom during the summer. Sharon and I made the perfect flower beds and dug holes just like on the YouTube videos we watched over and again.
“You’re quiet. What’s going through your mind?” He throws up, angling his head backward to stare at me.
“Just trying to figure out what to request for.”
I pause and glance out the window. People are milling around the sidewalk – couples – and teenagers. They are laughing and chatting heartily. I spot a man and woman leaning on a pole, arms intertwined.
“I love New York.”
He chuckles. “You want to talk about the city right now?”
I join in. It’s silly of me to bring up another topic. We were just talking about what I want for my birthday.
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I’m sorry. I got carried away when I saw these people milling around and having the time of their lives.”
He hums, and the sound causes his chest to vibrate. “Do you do this- take a walk in the evening?”
“Yes, every chance I get.”
Thirty minutes later, the car reverses into a long driveway with trees and flowers lining the sides. I watch it for a second then turn back to him.
“Is this your house?”
David kills the engine and opens his side of the door. The building is a piece of a fairytale. The structure is quaint white paint, and flower pots sitting on the sun porch. The house is nestled among lush gardens and tall trees with colorful bulbs tied to the branches.
“I fell in love with this place the second I spotted it online. What do you think?”
My eyes drift to the multi–paned windows and the blue door illuminated by a bright blue bulb.
A small smile creases on my face. Dad has a place like this in San Diego. I go there whenever I need to take a break from the bustling city of New York.
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen tonight.
“Me too.” He spiels in a breathy whisper, his eyes glued to my face.
This is just a momentary connection. I doubt I’ll see him again. After tonight, we’ll both get back to our separate lives and tonight will only be a memory. I place my palm on his chest and squeeze lightly.
There’s a brief knock on the window. I sit up and try to figure out the figure standing beside the car. It’s a woman in a white uniform.
“You ready?” He asks, curling his fingers through mine.
It’d be silly of me to feign ignorance. I know what we’re here for and I feel he’s giving me a chance to back out and say no. I lower my gaze to our linked finger, anticipation causes my muscles to contract.
“Yes.” I finally say watching his eyes brighten with interest.
The interior of the house is even more impressive. I have no time to admire it because the second the bedroom door closes behind us, he grabs my wrist and wraps his arms around my waist. The effect of alcohol has waned. This is all me, deciding to have sex with a man on the first meeting.
Did Lilly mention something about getting under another man to forget Tristan? I don’t remember the exact words she used, but she’d mentioned getting fucked tonight. I let my eyes drift to the front of his pants, and waves of arousal swirl in my belly. Curiosity mingles with lust.
I close the gap between us and bury my face in the crook of his neck as my face flushes red from all the emotions forming a knot. As if he can sense my anxiety or whatever this is, he leans a fraction, his eyes searching mine for a brief second. He appears in no rush to have sex with me, and I find myself wondering if he’s changed his mind.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
Again, logic screams that this is a terrible idea. I just met him and he’s old enough to be my father.
In response, I raise my tiptoes and kiss him with fervor. He tastes so good and his body, damn, warm and solid. He makes mine shiver with an unfamiliar sensation coursing through me. I probe the inside of his mouth, swiveling my tongue around it then his tongue. Fuck!
He’s breathing rapidly, his hands erratically roaming over my body. He mutters an oath, and before I can say jack, he rips my blouse effortlessly then tugs it off my arms and dumps it on the floor.
“That was one of my favorite-
He palms my breast and pinches my nipple, forcing me to swallow the rest of my words.
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Next, he unfastens my jeans and pushes it down my legs. I flinch when his hand makes contact with my bare skin, running up my thighs and then down again I squirm, silently begging him to stop and take off my underwear. It’s a pink silky thong, red–one that matches my bra that is now lying on the floor
“You hungry?” He asks as he unbuckles his pants. My mouth has suddenly gone dry from watching him work the button and then tug the black material
down.
“Starving.”
Without breaking eye contact, he picks me up and walks towards the bed. He drops me on the bed and kisses me again, caressing my mouth with his warm tongue. I feel his hands on my belly button, and then he drags it downward, sliding below my panty line.
“And not for food,” I add with a moan when he cups my bum.
His gaze is dark with desire, his chest heaving as I arch my bum into his hands. Within seconds, his head is buried between my thighs, his tongue drawing slow circles around my clit. I jerk, swallowing a lewd cuss as his tongue penetrates my tight hole. I almost slip off the bed as I thrash wildly, fingers wrapped around his head to hold him in place, while also trying to push him away.
“Don’t stop!”
I’m so moist, so eager to be filled by him. I can feel another release edging closer and closer. I raise my hips and thrust against his face as his tongue thrusts into me as deeply as possible. I slam into him, crying as the pressure builds and then shatters. Fuck!
I try to hold him tighter but he shakes my hand off and goes on to add a finger moving a bit in sync with his tongue.,
My body clenches. I fist the bed covers and arch my body, mumbling incoherently. Oh fuck, I’m so close. So – oh, fuck! He’s kneeling between my legs now, his finger still diving in and out, his tongue lapping at my juice. When I try to relax and match his rhythm, he suddenly replaces his finger with his
shaft.
“Oh fuck!” I shut my eyes tightly, gulping for breath like I’ve been starved.
He fills me till I can’t think anymore. All I see is him – his well–trimmed body hovering above me as he grinds into me repeatedly. All I can manage are shallow panting breaths and slurred movement of my fingers over his chiseled abs.
As orgasm explodes through me, my body weakens but not enough to stop me from rocking against him as my body quakes. I can feel him trembling, his legs jerking. He grits his teeth and throws back his head.
“Oh God! You feel so fucking good!”
Just to drive him further, I clamp my walls around him and rock back and forth – once – twice.
“Do that again!” He commands in a throaty voice and that is the last sound he makes before his body falls forward.
Thug his sweaty body and pepper his face with kisses. That was so good. More than I imagined.
My heart beat returns to normal and a sigh escapes my lips. Seconds later, I hear him walk into the adjoining bathroom then the sound of water rushing. My eyelids are closing. I feel so drained but yet, I can’t deny the fact that I feel really good. I turn on my belly and wrap my arms around the pillow. That is when I feel a wet cloth gently wiping around my thighs and his voice whispering about how beautiful I am and how he doesn’t want tonight to end. ! smile, and then I let myself drift into a fitful sleep.
In the pre–dawn, his body covers mine again and this time, he’s slow, gentle, and smooth. He locks his lips with mine as he thrusts into me, his chest heaving with each breath. It’s like he’s saying something – echoing a word, but my mind is too clouded with the image of him to make sense of anything else at this moment.
When I rouse in the morning and my hand makes contact with a space beside me, the pieces form a coherent word. He was saying goodbye.
My heart sinks into my belly as the realization sinks into my mind. I was busy building a castle in my head, and he couldn’t even wait a day before walking all over it. I know I’m wrong to harbor expectations from him, but he said he’s not been with a woman since his wife died. And he also said he’d like to see me again, Was that a lie?
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fucking believed him! I felt it wasn’t a big deal. I mean I just got out of a toxic relationship. We could have been each other’s balm? I soothe his pain, while he soothes mine. No strings.
Well, it’s probably fate serving me from another roller coaster.
Groaning, I sit up, leaning my back against the headboard. There’s sunlight streaming in from the parted curtains. I can hear birds chirping. Sighing, I scan the room for my clothes, perhaps, a clock too.
9am. Not bad. It’s a Saturday, so it’s not like I have anywhere to be.
Then I find the note lying open in the space his head is supposed to be. I pick it up and skim my eyes over the curvy writing before taking in the words.
Good morning, Sweetness.
You can stay for as long as you want. I’ve left some money with the owner, Merilyn. Take anything you want, and if you’d like, you can spend your day there and then head back to town in the evening. I hear Rashford has a million and one adventures to offer.
When you’re ready to leave, inform Merilyn, she’ll ring you a cab ASAP.
I let the note slip off my grip. No apology, no contact information, no name – no warmth.
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As if on cue, there’s a brief knock on the door then a voice calls out a name. I check the note to confirm it then clear my throat and call out to her to come
on in
She pushes the door open slowly, pops her head in, and surveys the room.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Ma’am. I just want to ask if you’re okay?”
No
“Yes. I’m fine.”
She smiles. Looks like she’s happy she doesn’t have to deal with me.
“Do you need anything? Tea? Juice? Coffee?”
I pull the cover more tightly around me and beckon at her to help me grab my clothes from the couch. At least he had them folded.
“Call me a cab. I’m ready to leave.” I say after she hands me the clothes. To hell with his money and stupid Rashford adventures.
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