by Kira Berger
I’m deep in thought and don’t notice we’re suddenly standing in front of the counter.
“What can I get ya?” a deep voice asks from behind the counter. It’s the first time I hear an actual south Philly accent, and I can’t help but smile at the man.
I haven’t even looked at the menu mounted on the wall behind the counter, and the man seems rather impatient. I turn to Duncan. “You order for me. Might as well have someone who knows what’s good here dazzle my mind.”
But before he can even open his mouth to reply, the man in front of us interrupts, looking straight at me. “You a first timer?”
“Uhh… I guess. I just moved here.”
“Where you from?” he continues, eyebrows slightly raised in curiosity.
“I lived in England for the last eight years,” I say with a smile.
“Really? That’s awesome.” His return smile is blinding, and I wonder what he’s so happy about. “Well, fellas, how about you two let me dazzle both of your taste buds? I’ll make you my special as a welcome to this beautiful city.” He winks in my direction.
Not knowing what to do exactly, I look at Duncan who only shrugs in answer. Turning back to the man, I say, “Ah, sure. Thanks.”
“Name’s Arthur, like the king y’all got over there. My wife dragged me to see that movie, the one with the biker actor everyone went nuts over a year or so ago. I always liked my name, but knowing I’m named after a knight and king makes it even better.”
I can’t help but laugh at the randomness of this conversation. “I’m Alex, and this is Duncan,” I introduce us. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, m’lord.” I can’t help but add in my best and most outrageous British accent. I never do manage to actually sound genuine, but it has the wanted effect and Arthur laughs.
“Pleasure’s all mine, m’lady.” He plays along, though surprisingly his British accent imitation is a lot better than mine. “Now, let me blow your mind with the best cheesesteak you’ve ever had.”
Duncan thanks Arthur before he pulls me to the side to wait for the food, giving me a chance to look around the place. It’s bigger than it looked from the outside. Every wall is decorated with pictures from the past. It’s fascinating to see their history and be able to imagine what this place looked like thirty-some years ago.
I turn to Duncan after perusing the space. “This place is adorable.”
His mouth twitches. He’s about to answer when we hear our names called. We walk back to Arthur and grab the food he holds out to us. “Enjoy.”
“Thanks,” Duncan and I say in unison before we walk outside to sit at one of the tables I hadn’t noticed when we walked in.
We’re silent during the meal. The cheesesteak is delicious, and I’m too preoccupied with it to say much.
“This was delightful. Wow, this totally blew my mind,” I say once we’re done eating. “Too bad I can’t eat this for every single meal.”
“How about we head out and go for a drink? You game?” he asks me with a strange look in his eyes, like he’s up to something.
I’m not ready to say good night to him yet, so I agree to a drink, thinking we’ll just head to a bar or something in my area. We hop back in the car and start driving. But the longer we drive out of Philadelphia and into the suburbs, I realize we aren’t going to my place. I might not exactly know my way around here yet, but I can read signs and he doesn’t take any of the ones going to my place.
My suspicion is ultimately proven right when we drive down his street and pull into his driveway. I hadn’t paid attention to his house on Friday when I drove him home—I wanted to get away as soon as possible and didn’t spare his place a second glance. I can’t believe it’s only been two days since that debacle.
But our relationship has changed over the weekend, and today I take the time to actually look at his house. It’s a gorgeous one-story brick house. The porch doesn’t look like it’s a wraparound one I’ve seen in the movies so many times, but it spans the front and turns one corner from what I can see.
I’m so distracted I don’t even notice Duncan getting out of the car and opening my door. Again. Leaning down, he grabs my hand and starts helping me out of the car.
“I thought we could have a drink at my place. Switch it up. I have wine, beer, bourbon, probably even tequila somewhere in the back,” he jokes.
Suddenly, I’m overcome with nerves. Once we make it inside there is only one possible outcome to this date. One I want with every fiber of my being, but doubts creep in unwantedly. What if I disappoint him once we manage to actually have sex? What if this connection, this magnetism between us, fizzles out once we take this last step?
My insecurities must have shown on my face because seconds later, I’m pushed against the now closed car door with Duncan kissing me. He seems to do this a lot when I start getting lost in my head. It’s kind of scary to realize he’s already figured me out.
This kiss is just like the ones before it, the best I ever had. It’s sweet but also making a point. With one kiss, he pulls me back from the darkness filled with self-doubt and insecurities and into the present where this amazing man is kissing me breathless.
“Stop overthinking this, gorgeous. Let’s go inside, I’ll pour you a big glass of wine, and we can watch a movie or something, okay? No pressure.” With that, he starts pulling me toward the house.
He’s trying to give me an out, thinking I’ve changed my mind. It’s this realization which banishes my fear that he’s only after one thing and makes all the doubt disappear.
Warmth spreads through my body and all thoughts about what might or might not happen in the future vanish. The realization leaves my mind at peace for the first time in what feels like forever.
I know what I want, and it’s not wine and a movie. It’s this amazing man, who’s been nothing but sweet and supportive over the last few days, leading me into his house.
“I have red or white. At least I think so. Which would you prefer?” he asks when we step across the threshold. He closes the door behind us.
Having made up my mind to push my past aside and concentrate on the now, I do something I’ve only done once before since I’ve met him. Once he turns around, I walk toward him and press my body against his. I move my hands up his chest to grab his neck and pull him down for a kiss. The chemistry that has been palpable between us for the last week finally comes to a head and explodes all over his entryway. There is no gentleness to this kiss; it’s all tongue, heat, sexual tension, and roaming hands.
I’m so absorbed by the passion, I’m left breathless and disoriented when he suddenly pulls away. We’re both panting, but he resists the pressure of my hand to bring him down for another kiss. He studies me for a second, probably to make sure I actually want this after seeing the doubt just mere minutes ago. “You sure? Because, babe, once I start I’m not sure I can stop.” His voice is husky, sending a shiver down my back.
I look him straight in the eye when I tell him with all the conviction I can muster, “Yes, handsome, I want this.” My hands grip the bottom of his shirt, and I practically tear it off him. “I want you.”
As soon as I finish my sentence, his mouth crashes down onto mine. Duncan explores my mouth with his while his hands find their way underneath my shirt, caressing my sides. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he pulls down my bra cup and swipes his thumb across my nipple before he pinches it. A shiver of anticipation races down my back.
Disengaging from me, suddenly my shirt and bra are gone, thrown haphazardly on the floor. A second later, his hands roam over my ass before he grips the back of my thighs. Without warning, he lifts me clean off the floor while turning around and pushing me against the front door. I barely have time to wrap my legs around his waist to hold on before his mouth descends on my breast. He licks and sucks my nipple while his right hand is preoccupied with pinching the other one.
Overwhelmed by the sensations of his hard cock rubbing against my pussy and his mouth on m
y breast, I sigh and push myself harder against him. I move against his cock, desperately needing friction, anything, to ease the ache deep inside me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. It feels like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. My core is aching to be filled. My focus narrows down on Duncan, the feel of him surrounding me, his smell filling my senses, intoxicating me even further.
“Please, fuck me…” I can’t wait any longer. I’m frantic to have him inside of me, have him feel me and fuck me into oblivion. I don’t care how little we know each other, I want this. I want him right now.
I need him.
It’s a physical ache not having him rip my pants off and push into me.
Lifting his head, he looks at me with lust blazing in his eyes. In this moment, there is no doubt in my mind that this man wants me something fierce. And that he will fulfill every fantasy I’ve had over the last week. “Are you sure?” he asks me again.
“Yes!” I groan. “Please, I need to feel you inside of me. I ache. So much.” I’m back to begging, not caring how needy I sound. “Please, for the love of God, tell me you have a condom on you.”
He reaches into his back pocket while still holding me against the door and pulls out his wallet. Flipping it open, he holds a foil package in the air with a wicked glint in his eyes. He slides me down his body slowly, deliciously, causing me to whimper.
“Strip,” he orders me while his hands go to unfasten his pants.
As fast as I can, I pull my jeans and panties off along with my shoes. Not an easy feat without falling on my face, but miraculously I manage.
I stand in front of him naked as the day I was born, but nothing of my recent self-consciousness is showing. The look Duncan gives me leaves no doubt in my mind he finds me attractive. His heat-filled eyes roam my body hungrily when he pulls his cock out of his pants and starts stroking it.
I can feel my eyes widen in shock and my jaw drop open slightly. Dramatic much? Maybe, but he has the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. I’m getting even more turned on imagining dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth.
My thoughts must have shown on my face because the next thing I know I’m back up against the wall, legs around his waist, while his dick is positioned at my entrance. I didn’t even notice him rolling on the condom.
“There’s time for you to suck me later. I can’t wait one more second to be inside of you, to feel your hot, wet pussy squeeze around me tight and milk me dry.” And with that dirty statement he pushes inside in one swift movement.
We both sigh simultaneously at the sensation of him filling me to perfection. Once he’s fully seated he stills, giving me a moment to adjust.
Panting, he drops his face into my neck where he mutters, “Fucking perfection,” before he starts to kiss his way up my neck, across my jaw, until he’s barely touching my mouth. I can feel his breath fan across my lips, sending tremors through my body.
“You like this? Me inside of you?”
“God, yes,” I whimper. “Please, move. I need you to fuck me.” I squeeze my legs around him to emphasize the urgency of my need, trying to get him to move.
I don’t wait for him to comply though and start moving up and down his cock as much as I can while being pressed against the door. But I need more friction, something to take away the ache.
“All right, gorgeous. You asked for it.” And with that he starts to move. Torturously slow at first, but with each thrust he picks up speed until he’s pounding into me.
Every time he fills me, he hits that spot inside of me and drives me closer to the edge. I can’t do much more than hold onto him, my nails digging into his neck, while he completely dominates me. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I wonder if it’s because of the connection I could feel between us from day one, or if he’s just that spectacular at fucking. Not that I care much right now as long as he keeps doing what he is doing.
“Yes! Oh, my God, yes!” I cry out, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure crashing through my entire being. I can feel my pussy clench around him, pulsing with each thrust.
“You’re so… tight,” he groans while keeping up his punishing pace.
One second, I’m reaching for the orgasm I can feel building, and the next, waves of pleasure are rolling through me. I cry out his name while I’m falling, but instead of being surrounded by darkness, I’m blinded by light.
Duncan pushes into me one last time before he plants himself deep inside me and groans out his release.
“Fucking hell.” He shudders while giving me a deep, wet kiss. “That was fucking amazing.”
“I–I can’t feel my legs…” I mutter. His answer is a chuckle before he gives me another quick kiss.
He gives me a little tap on my ass while simultaneously pulling me off his cock, causing us both to groan deep in our throats. I vaguely notice him removing the condom, while I lean against the door for support, not that I’m paying much attention. He cups my face with one hand before leaning down to look into my eyes. His eyes, their color such a clear blue today, stare into mine with a look of contentment and peace. And if my eyes reflect anything I’m feeling right now, they’ll show the same thing, coupled with sexual satisfaction.
He gives me a slow smile. “I’m far from done with you, gorgeous,” he says before he moves me away from the door, dips low, and throws me over his shoulder. He tickles the back of my knees while he moves, causing me to giggle uncontrollably. Chuckling playfully, he carries me off to what I assume is his bedroom and hopefully another round of groundbreaking sex.
Chapter Fifteen
I don’t have a chance to look around Duncan’s apartment before I’m thrown down on a bed. I stare at him while he stands in front of me. His chest is on display and distracting me from my own nakedness. Moving onto my elbows so I can see better, I can’t help but admire him. His chest is well-defined—not bulky, but you can definitely see he takes care of his physique. And he even has that delicious V pointing toward his cock every woman I know salivates over but none of us know what to actually call it.
I unconsciously lick my lips, fantasizing about licking my way down his throat, his chest, and across one nipple before tracing those abs of his. I can feel myself getting even more turned on by the fantasy playing out in my head.
Hearing his moan, I look back into his eyes and see the heat I’m feeling reflected back at me. Everything he’s feeling is right there in the depths of his clear, blue eyes—the heat, the hunger, the attraction. Seeing this, I can’t help myself. I move onto my hands and knees and crawl toward him, desperate to taste him, finally.
Once I reach him, I do what I pictured doing not a minute ago. I kiss his collarbone before I lick and kiss my way down his chest, causing him to grunt.
I can do better than that though.
When I make it to his nipple, I let my teeth gently scrape across it before I suck it into my mouth. This is when he moans a “Fuck,” from above me while his hands find their way into my hair. I smile against his skin. The knowledge that I got him worked up enough for him to grab onto me and not let go, essentially losing some of his control, is empowering. I keep making my way lower, really getting into exploring those sexy abs of his. Once I reach his happy trail, I sit back and pull slightly on the flap of his open jeans.
“Off,” I command and hear just how husky my voice is, perfectly conveying how turned on I am right now.
His hands leave my hair and I watch him strip off the rest of his clothes. And just like outside in the hall, I’m mesmerized by his once again hard dick pointing straight at me.
I’m still staring when my lip is pulled from between my teeth; I didn’t even notice I was biting it. His hand slowly caresses my mouth before he moves across my jaw into my hair, gripping while tipping my head back so I look at him.
Bending toward me, he whispers in his smooth whiskey voice, “What’s going on in that head of yours, gorgeous?”
The fire in hi
s eyes is blazing, giving me the power to let go of all and any inhibitions I have left; it gives me the power to live in the now. “I was thinking how I’m about to suck your cock. How I’m looking forward to seeing your cock smeared red with my lipstick.” I can feel a sensual smile pulling at my lips. “Been wanting to do that since I first saw you at that party and could feel it dig into my ass.”
And with that, I lean forward. I was planning on teasing him some more, but my control is slowly dissipating. Without preamble, I lick the head of his cock. Duncan growls deep in his throat at my move while his hands slightly pull my head toward him. Instead of giving into his silent demand, I take my time. I tilt my head and lick him from the base all the way to the head before I lower my mouth and suck deep. I move up and down his length while I roll and caress his balls between my fingers.
“Fucking hell.” His moan is deep and quiet. Simultaneously, his hands pull my hair harder. I’m so turned on right now. Between having him in my mouth and him pulling my hair I need something to help me take the edge off. Slowly, I move the hand not occupied with his balls between my legs and stroke my clit, causing me to shudder in pleasure. I widen my stance on the bed before I slide my fingers through my folds and push them into my pussy.
I can’t help the sounds coming from me now. The sliver of control I had when all of this started is long since gone, and I’ve given into the pleasure.
“Christ… You’re so fucking hot right now with me down your throat while you finger yourself,” Duncan rumbles and starts to slowly move his hips, fucking my mouth, which only heightens my arousal and the pleasure I’m feeling right now.
But I want him to lose control as well; to be so turned on he can’t help himself but take what he needs. Therefore, on the next slide down, once I can feel his dick is all the way in my throat, I force myself to relax and swallow.
And the next thing I know he’s pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I’m on my back with Duncan towering over me. His face a mask of frustration and hunger. All control gone.