Our Way

by T L Swan

  “Hmm.” My mind begins to run at a million miles per minute. This could be the perfect plan. I get to have him, but I’m not tied down if things go pear-shaped.

  “What about other people?” I ask.

  “What about other people?” He replies.

  “Would you be sleeping with other people?”

  “Well, seeing how I’ve been alone for six months and haven’t, I don’t see that happening.”

  “Have you forgotten the strippers?”

  “No. But I wish you would,” he mutters dryly. “Can you wipe that from your memory bank?”

  “Unfortunately, not.” I sip my drink. “The other people is a deal breaker for me. I don’t want a public booty-call.”

  He smiles broadly, knowing he nearly has me. “No other people.”

  “Hmm.” I sip my drink as we stare at each other.

  The air crackles with possibilities.

  “So?” I watch on as in slow motion his tongue darts out and swipes out over his bottom lip. My sex clenches as I imagine it licking my most sensitive parts.

  “What do you say?” he prompts me.

  “I suppose you can have a trial.”

  “A trial?” he asks in surprise. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “I mean, if I’m offering a booty-call position, you can try out for it. No promises, though.”

  “You’re wrong. There is one promise.” He steps forward, and he drops his lips to my ear. His breath dusts my skin. Goosebumps scatter up my back at his close proximity. His hand drops to my waist, and he squeezes me hard. “I promise to fuck you so damn good, baby, you won’t be walking for a week.”

  Play it cool.

  “We’ll see,” I reply.

  “We going?” he asks.

  I nod. “I suppose.”

  He grabs my behind and pulls my body hard up against his. “Go and tell your friends that you have to go because you have a cock to ride.”

  I giggle. “Who said romance is dead?”

  “This is a booty-call, Eliza. Romance has nothing to do with it.”

  “You like saying those words, don’t you? You said it ten times already.”

  “Booty-call,” he mouths with a smirk, and I smile up at him.

  It does sound kind of good.

  He bends and his lips take mine. There’s a little tongue and a little suction, and a big flood of arousal between my legs. He turns me away from him and slaps me on the behind. “Hurry the fuck up.”

  I close my eyes as I put the key into my front door with nerves flooding my system.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.

  Since I’ve touched him.

  Nathan stands close—so close that I can feel the heat from his body radiating through mine. He pulls my hair to one side and kisses my neck with an open mouth. He grazes his teeth on my earlobe and I close my eyes. He bites me again and again, and my nipples harden. He splays his hand over my stomach and pulls me back onto his erection. Teeth sink into my neck, and my eyes flutter with arousal.

  Oh hell.

  I feel a dull ache between my legs. He feels big… good.

  As hard as a fucking rock.

  I feel his lips move to my ear as I stand facing the door. His breath quivers on the inhale, as if he’s barely hanging onto control.

  “Open the door, Eliza,” he whispers.

  I turn the key, and he pushes me forward and kicks the door shut with his foot.

  His eyes dart around my tiny studio apartment, and then come back to rest on me.

  Thump, thump, thump goes my heart.

  He seems different, more intense, more aroused. Just more.

  He sits on the end of the bed and leans back on his outstretched hands. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

  Jeez.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Do it.”

  I slide my dress over one shoulder.

  His eyes dance with fire as he watches on.

  Then, once over the other shoulder, I slowly wiggle it down over my hips. It falls and pools on the floor around my feet. I stand before him in lacy black panties and a matching bra.

  “All of it.”

  I put my hands on my hips in protest, and he raises an impatient eyebrow. “Eliza.”

  Oh hell, I’m not sure about this booty-call thing. It seems to be going all his way.

  I swallow the lump in my throat and reach around to unlatch my bra before I toss it to the side.

  He gives me a slow, sexy smile, and he gestures to my panties with his chin. “Take them off.”

  Be the best damn booty-call he ever had.

  With my eyes locked on his, I slide my panties down over my hips and step out of them.

  He licks his lips as he inhales sharply. He stands, and in one quick movement, he takes my nipple in his mouth and bites me hard. I whimper as he moves to my other breast. He bites that, too, and he grabs my breasts aggressively.

  “Fuck, I love your tits.” He growls around my nipple. His dark eyes are locked on mine. I can see his tongue as it flicks over my hardened nipple. He’s totally lost to his arousal and it’s fucking hot.

  Oh hell, I tip my head back to the ceiling, and I shudder hard. Calm down, calm down.

  I swear, I’m going to come.

  He throws me on the bed and spreads my legs. Then, he stands over me, his eyes roaming over my open, pink flesh.

  Let’s get straight to it then.

  I feel like I can hardly breathe. Is there any air in here?

  His shirt is lifted off, revealing his broad shoulders. His stomach is rippled with muscle, and he has a scattering of dark hair across his chest. A trail of hair picks up at his navel and disappears into his black jeans.

  Dear God, he’s beautiful—more beautiful than I remember.

  “Touch yourself,” he murmurs with his eyes locked on my sex. “Spread those pretty little lips and touch yourself for me.”

  My back arches off the bed. Oh man, I forgot how intense Nathan is in the bedroom. He’s off the charts.

  I run my hand down over my clavicle, and then over my breasts, moving lower… lower.

  His dark eyes watch on.

  I spread my lips with my fingers, and a trace of a smile crosses his face. He’s holding his breath. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Go deep, baby.”

  Fuck.

  I slide my finger into my sex, and he unfastens the top button of his jeans aggressively.

  “Two,” he commands.

  I slide two fingers in, and he inhales sharply as his eyes flutter closed.

  “Fuck yourself.” He slides his jeans and boxers down his legs.

  His cock is rock hard as it hangs heavily between his legs. Thick veins run down its length, and its head is engorged and a beautiful shade of dark pink.

  Ready to fuck.

  Spurred on by the sight, I begin to work my sex. My legs are open, and fucking hell, I’m going to come without him laying a finger on me.

  “That’s it, baby. Harder.” He hisses.

  He takes his cock in his hand and begins to stroke himself. I can see all the muscles in his shoulders and chest as he works himself, and my back arches off the bed.

  He jerks himself hard as I watch on in awe, and pre-ejaculate drips from his end. He leans over me and smears it across my lips.

  I go to take him in my mouth, and he pulls away from me.

  “My turn.” He drops between my legs and spreads them wide. He kisses my sex softly, and his thick tongue darts out and licks me, making me buck beneath him.

  Dear God.

  “Oh, I’ve missed Tiny,” he purrs, and I smile goofily at the ceiling. He spreads me with his fingers and licks me again. Before long, he is eating me deep, using long, hard licks where his tongue flutters deep within me.

  I shudder as he holds my legs back and begins to eat me with his whole face. His whiskers, his nose, his lips… he’s all in, as if branding himself with my scent.

  The sensation is just
too much, and I shudder. He bites my clit and I cry out as an orgasm rips through me. “Ah!” I whimper.

  He takes his time and licks me more, cleaning me up. Now it’s deeper, more sensual, and his eyes are closed. This feels so intimate.

  I’ve missed him.

  I forgot what it felt like to be worshipped, and I scrunch the sheets beneath as my legs hang in the air.

  “Nathan,” I pant.

  His eyes open, this time they are dark. With his eyes locked on mine, he nibbles my clit as my arousal begins to build again.

  “Nathan!” I beg. “Fuck me!”

  He smiles against my sex. He’s loving this even more than I am.

  He stands and rolls a condom on, and then he comes over me. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders. Oh shit.

  “Careful,” I whimper.

  “Your body loves my cock, Eliza. She sucks him in.”

  He pushes forward, nailing me to the mattress, and I whimper beneath him. “Easy,” I beg.

  He stays still, and my sex ripples around him as she adjusts to his size. Fuck, he’s a big man.

  “Kiss me,” I breathe.

  His eyes close and his lips take mine as we both get lost in the moment.

  Our kiss is deep, passionate, and everything that we’ve missed about each over the last six months.

  This is it. This is what I’ve missed. This feeling that no one else has ever given me.

  We stay still, his body deep in mine as we kiss tenderly. It’s as if we have all night to kiss—all night to enjoy each other.

  “I’m going to move, baby,” he breathes.

  I know this is supposed to be a cheap booty-call, but all I can feel between us is tenderness.

  Love. I nod as I hold his face in my hands. I need him close to me.

  He slowly slides out. My knees are up against his chest, and I feel the burn. “Oh.” I wince.

  “Too good.” He breathes as he takes my lips in his. “Let me in, baby; open up.” He slowly circles his hips as he tries to loosen me up. I feel a glimmer of arousal.

  “That’s it,” I whisper.

  He smiles down at me and repeats the delicious movement. I get a rush of cream and open right up. We both feel it, and he slides in easily. “Yessss,” he purrs.

  I giggle, excited that my body has decided to let me play.

  He spreads his knees wide and begins to thrust slowly. We kiss as a sheen of perspiration dusts our bodies.

  “Nathe,” I whimper as I hold his face in my hands.

  “I know, baby,” he pants as he lifts my legs higher. He straightens his arms and goes deeper. “I know.” His mouth hangs slack as his pumps gets harder and harder. I watch his beautiful face as it contorts, and I rise onto my elbows to kiss him.

  We fall still for a moment as we kiss, as if forgetting we are in the middle of hard fucking. Our tongues tenderly slide together.

  “I missed you,” he murmurs against my mouth.

  My heart melts. “I missed you more.”

  Something cracks inside of him, and he tips his head back and slams in hard. “You have to come. You have to come,” he moans. “You have to fucking come.”

  “Ahh!” He pulls out and, once again, his mouth is on my sex. He flicks his tongue over my clitoris. My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. My hands are on his damp shoulders.

  I moan. “Oh...” I twist to get away from his onslaught.

  He was going to come and he didn’t want to before me. He wants to make sure I come, too. He’s always the perfect lover.

  Every single time.

  This is too intimate, too real, too perfect.

  I’m going to come.

  “Nathan!” I cry. “Get back on top of me. Now!”

  He slides in deep again, and I moan as I clench down hard and come in a rush.

  Nathan’s eyes roll back in his head as he watches me, and he lets loose with deep, hard pumps. The bed begins to hit the wall with force. The sound of our skin slapping echoes throughout the room.

  His moan is deep and guttural, and he holds himself deep as he comes in a rush.

  We move together slowly to completely empty his body into mine, and then he falls onto his elbows and kisses me tenderly. We smile against each other’s lips.

  My man is home.

  I wake hours later in a state of exhaustion. Nathan and I have been at it for hours, until we couldn’t physically do it anymore. We fell asleep in each other’s arms in a state of bliss. I lean up onto my elbows. It’s dark, and Nathan is now out of bed and dressing.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I’ve got to go.”

  I frown. It’s still dark out. “What, why?”

  “I’m on an early flight.”

  “Oh.” My heart sinks. “Okay.”

  He sits on the side of the bed and smiles as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. “You were incredible.”

  I smile goofily at him.

  “We should do it again sometime.”

  What?

  My dream instantly dissipates.

  Oh, the casual thing. He’s playing the game. Of course he is.

  I roll my lips to try to hide my smile. “Yeah, I’ll think about it,” I reply casually.

  He stands in a rush, annoyed by my answer.

  I roll over onto my side and put my back to him. “Can you lock the door on your way out, baby?” I scrunch my face into my pillow, knowing full well that he will be going postal on the inside.

  “I’m going,” he says.

  “Yeah, I know.” I smile into my pillow. He wants me to demand that we get back together. Well, too bad, I’m not. I wasn’t joking the other day, being a bitch really is fun.

  “Don’t call me, I’ll call you.” He huffs.

  “I wasn’t going to. Have a safe flight,” I say casually.

  He hesitates, and I know he wants to lose his shit. “I’m going,” he repeats.

  “Yeah, okay. God, I’m trying to sleep here, Nathan.”

  He inhales sharply, and he marches out the door. It slams behind him.

  I roll onto my back and smile goofily at the ceiling. Holy shit.

  Who am I?

  29

  Eliza

  I empty the last of the boxes and look around my little apartment. I love it.

  It feels like home already. I flew in last Sunday and have spent the week unpacking and settling in. I rejoined my old gym and caught up with my friends. I start work on Wednesday.

  It’s Sunday night, and I haven’t heard from Nathan all week. I wanted to get settled and not call him the minute I landed in San Francisco. I need to be independent and, damn it, I’m going to try my hardest to do it.

  I do really want to see him, though. He’s all I can think about, and I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve nearly called him. I told myself all week that if I hadn’t heard from him by Sunday, I can call him. Tonight is the night.

  My phone dances across my coffee table, and the name Phyllis lights up the screen.

  Nathan’s mom. “Hello,” I answer.

  “Hello, darling, how is my favorite girl settling in?”

  “I’m great. Feels good to be back home.” I look around at my surroundings. “My apartment is so cute. Wait till you see it.”

  “Have you started work yet?”

  “No, I start on Wednesday.”

  “At Memorial, right?”

  “Yeah.” I smile, and a strange thought comes to mind. Has she been spying on me for Nathan? He did say she knows everything and yet, never once has she made out that she has.

  Hmm. I wonder if he asked her to check on me for him.

  “How are you?” I ask.

  “Good, good. Nothing new here. Back to you. Have you caught up with all of your friends?”

  “Yes, I’ve been out to dinner every night this week.”

  “Oh...” She seems taken aback. “Have you seen Nathan at all?”

  And there it is. She knows
I haven’t. “Not yet. Hopefully soon.”

  “You should let him know you’re in town. He would love to see you.”

  “Yeah, I was going to call him tonight, actually.”

  “Oh, great.” She gasps as if her work is done. “Well, I’ll let you get off the phone then so you can call him.”

  “He’s probably busy.”

  “No, he has nothing going on.” She snaps as if frustrated.

  I smile broadly. Why, you sly, old fox. “Okay, I might. I’ll see how I feel.”

  “Well, you should just go over there.” “I’ll see.” I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing out loud. How didn’t I see her fishing for information before?

  She hesitates, and I know she’s wondering how to ensure I call him. “He’d love to see you.”

  “Yes, I’ll call him. I promise.”

  “Great. Goodbye, dear.”

  I hang up and giggle. His mother is in matchmaking heaven. I fall onto the sofa and scroll through my phone. What will I text him?

  Hmm, what says friends with benefits without expectations? I scroll through as I think. I know.

  An idea comes to me, and I get the giggles as I type in an emoji.

  I wish I could see his face when he opens this. I text him.

  ?

  I hit send and burst out laughing.

  My phone pings almost immediately.

  Tonight?

  I smile like a school girl as I type in my reply.

  Yes, please.

  xoxo

  I wait for his reply. I imagine him on his couch, pondering his reply.

  What’s your address?

  I jig on the couch and type in my address, and then another message bounces in.

  About 8:30 p.m.?

  I jump from the couch in excitement.

  Sounds great.

  xoxo

  I glance at my watch. Oh shit, that’s only an hour away. I need to shower and wash my hair. I glance down at my legs. I need laser. This won’t do. I need to be irresistible and downright fucking hot.

  I make my way to the bathroom and get my razor out. Hmm, it’s not in my makeup bag. I tear through the bathroom cabinet. None.

  “Shit. Where are all my fucking razors?” I haven’t seen any since the move. Did I throw them all out?