“Hey, Joe, where are you going?”
“I’m just getting ready for bed.”
“I want you.”
“You’re drunk,” I said painfully. As much as I wanted her, I wasn’t about to sleep with her when she was this drunk and wouldn’t remember it in the morning.
She laughed slightly. “I’m not drunk.” Her eyes slid up to meet mine and I could see the desire there. Her hands moved to my belt, slowly undoing it as she bit her lip. She seemed to do that a lot when she was unsure. My cock swelled in my jeans, but I couldn’t do this, not when she was drunk. She didn’t know what she was doing. It was one thing to have sex with her when I knew how much she wanted me. Right now, she was in an alcohol infused state.
I placed my hand over hers to stop her, groaning when her hand slid down and landed right on my swelling cock. “Sofia, let’s just wait until morning when you’re feeling better. You’ll just be embarrassed about this in the morning if you do this.”
“How would you know? Does everyone think they get to control what I do and what I think? You didn’t seem to have a problem sleeping with me any other time,” she snapped.
“It’s different this time,” I said, trying to be the good guy. “I don’t want to do anything that you’ll regret.”
“How could I ever regret you?” It was so sincere, even in her drunken haze, I could tell she meant every word. “Teach me something new, Joe. Show me something amazing.”
I swallowed hard at the request. God, I wanted to do so much with her. But I wasn’t a kinky fucker. I liked sex and trying new things, but I wasn’t into bondage or anything. But there was one fantasy that I desperately wanted to try out with her.
I walked up to her and slid her hair over her shoulder, brushing my fingertips along her collarbone. She gasped and tilted her head to the side. My fingertip trialed up her chest until it was just at the base of her neck.
“You want me, sweetheart? You want me to do something different tonight?”
She nodded, her breath coming out in soft pants. I leaned in close, nipping slightly at her ear. Her hands grasped my arms, holding on for what was to come. I gently pulled her earlobe in my mouth as my hand slid around her neck and wrapped around her hair. With one swift move, I yanked her head to the side, latching my lips onto her neck. Her hands squeezed my biceps, her nails digging in as I sucked hard.
Her breasts pressed against me, her whole body begging for me to take her and do wicked things. I slowly twisted her hair around my fist and gave another tug. Her throat was perfectly exposed to me. I licked from the base of her neck up to her lips, sliding my tongue inside her mouth.
Scraping my teeth along her neck, I slid my hand down and cupped her breast, pulling at her nipple. Her hips bucked against mine, my cock pressing tight against her. She could feel how hard I was for her right now. Her eyes went wide and her desire spiked.
“Here’s the thing, I’m not doing a thing to you tonight. You’re in charge.”
“But…I don’t know—“
I covered her lips with my finger and grinned. “You know exactly what you want. You just have to do it. Let go,” I whispered.
Her eyes flared and I saw the change, the confidence that she would do this and she would take what she wanted. Her hands slid up my chest and then back down, skimming over my erection, but then she took a turn and headed for my pocket. I glanced down and then back at her with curiosity. She bit her lip like the devil and then pulled out my pocket knife. She flicked it open and slid it under my shirt, tearing the fabric in two. Then she leaned forward and licked my nipple, sucking it into her mouth.
I groaned, praying that she did all kinds of dirty things to me tonight. Her hands rested on my waistband, her fingertips sliding just along the top of my jeans. With a flick of her wrist, my jeans were undone and she was shoving them down. My cock was hard and waiting for her, begging for her to get on her knees and do the most filthy, obscene things. But that’s not what she did.
She stepped back and pulled off her own clothes, standing there completely naked for me. I took a step toward her, but she shook her head. “Uh-uh. Don’t even think about it.”
I stopped where I was, clenching my fists as I looked at her, needing to touch her. But that wasn’t what we agreed to.
“Go sit on the bed, back against the wall.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, but did as she asked.
“Hold your hands behind your back.”
Again, I did as she asked. She walked to the foot of the bed and slowly ran her hand up her body, gliding over her breasts for just a moment. My cock twitched, but I remained seated as she asked.
She got on the bed and slowly started crawling toward me. Her breasts swayed as she crawled toward me. There was so much to look at and I felt like my mind was going haywire. For a woman that was inexperienced, she sure as hell knew just what to do to turn me on. She crawled right on top of me and let her pussy rest just over my cock. I swallowed hard, barely breathing as she leaned forward and brushed her lips along my jaw. Her nipples were pressing against me and it took everything in me to keep my hands where they were.
Then she raised up and I thought for sure she was going to sink down on my cock, but instead, she slid her pussy across the tip of my cock. Her mouth opened and she let out the sexiest little moan as she did it again. It was fucking painful. Over and over, she slid her cream along my cock, throwing her head back as she closed her eyes and just let herself feel. It was so fucking sexy.
I closed my eyes and banged my head back against the wall. I was barely holding on right now. My heart was thumping in my chest like a damn hammer and I was pretty sure that if she didn’t sink down on my cock right now, I was going to come anyway.
“Joe,” she whispered. When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me, her eyes filled with lust. “There’s something I want to do to you…something I want you to do to me.”
“Anything,” I croaked out.
She swung her leg off me and grinned. “Lay down.”
I didn’t think. I just laid down on the bed.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
I interlocked my fingers behind my head and waited for whatever she would command next. She straddled me again, but this time, she put her pussy right over my lips. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. I didn’t know where she found out about this kind of stuff and I didn’t care. I was staring down a very wet pussy and I couldn’t wait to take a taste.
“Is this—“
I didn’t let her finish as I swiped my tongue along her bare pussy, tasting the most amazing thing in the world. She gasped, reaching out for something to hold onto, but there was only one thing she would ever hold. I broke her rules and held out my hands. She latched on immediately, locking our hands together and her pussy clenched with every swipe. Her eyes were closed tightly and her chest was heaving, and better than that, she started grinding down against my face.
I feasted on her pussy like it was the last thing on earth. I sucked and licked, I bit her clit and lashed my tongue out against her. Hell, I had her fucking my mouth. Her hands squeezed mine tighter and tighter until I felt like one of us was going to break the other’s hands. When she came, she cried out and practically collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, licking at the cum still dripping from her pussy.
By now, my cock was aching for release. I shuffled her back and lifted her hips, setting her right on my cock. She cried out, shouting my name as I sank fully inside her. I thought I would have to guide her, but she immediately started moving, rubbing her pussy all over my cock, taking me from tip to base and fucking me like she had done it a hundred times. The sound of wet slapping skin surrounded us until a rushing in my ears drowned out all other sounds. I thumbed her clit, sending her over the edge one last time. She sank down on me hard, squeezing me tight as I thrust up in her and released my cum inside her.
She collapsed on top of me, her sweaty bod
y plastered to mine, and it wasn’t long before she was snoring. I chuckled to myself and rolled her to the side. I just hoped she didn’t get sick tonight after drinking so much. I got up and pulled on some sweats. As much as I wanted to stay in bed with her, I was wound up even more after what she just did to me. I needed some space to think about what I had said to her, and what she had admitted to me.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to her forehead before turning and walking out of the room, closing the door behind me. Sighing, I stood there for a minute, running my hand through my hair in frustration. A slight chuckle from the kitchen had me looking up at Andrew.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he grinned. “I just assumed you would be busy all night.”
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, taking a long sip before turning to him. “She’s sleeping.”
His brows furrowed. “Wore her out already, huh?”
I scoffed slightly. “Well, she was a little drunk. I wasn’t even going to sleep with her, but she was quite persistent.”
He nodded a few times, like he was mulling it over and then burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, I just never thought I would see the day that you would be so concerned about a woman’s feelings. Especially when you’re already sleeping with that woman.”
I glared at him. “Just because I’ve been sleeping with her doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t be a gentleman.”
“Oh, come on. She’s hot,” he whisper-hissed. “She’s been giving it to you all week. It’s not like this is her first time.”
I sighed and decided just to tell him. “This week…it was her first time.”
His jaw dropped in shock. “No way. Are you shitting me?”
“No, I’m not shitting you.”
He ran his hand through his hair and chuckled. “I mean, I knew she was uppity, but I had no fucking clue that she was a prude.”
“Don’t be like that, man. She’s not a prude.”
“Uh, I would beg to differ. She probably wouldn’t let anyone touch her unless the dude was made of gold.”
I rushed him and grabbed his shirt, slamming him back against the wall. “You need to shut your mouth. You have no fucking clue what her life has been like. You don’t know what her parents are like.”
“And you do?”
“I have an idea, and it’s not pretty.”
“Oh, what could be so bad about her life? Come on, she’s been practically spoon-fed her entire life.”
“Yeah, with a cage around her the whole time. Her mother starved her in her bedroom if she didn’t like the way she behaved. Her friends told her she was too fat before her wedding. She’s never been anywhere by herself. Hell, you heard the damn comment about the ruler coming out. That’s not normal shit.”
He held his hands up, conceding my point. “Alright, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
I sighed and ran my hand over my face. “She’s not what she appears to be, and if you’d been around this week, you would have seen the effort she’s been putting in.”
“Is that what all the cleaning supplies are about?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah.”
“Did you tell her that she didn’t need half that shit? I mean, you could return it and get your money back.”
“I couldn’t do it. When I saw that look on her face, how happy it made her to feel like she was accomplishing something, that was all that mattered.”
“Look, I’m only going to say this once, and then I’ll leave it alone.”
I sighed. “Fine, say whatever you have to say.”
“You’d better figure out how much you like this girl. Man, you know how virgins are, falling in love with the first guy they sleep with. Next thing you know, she’ll be moving in for good and following you around like a puppy.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Really? Everyone knows that the first man a woman sleeps with, she falls in love with.”
“And would that really be so bad?”
“Yes! Look, she’s totes-“
“Don’t,” I warned him.
“What? Because you promised Eric?” he taunted. I rolled my eyes. Yes, it was partly because of that, but also because I knew if I wanted a chance with this woman, I couldn’t walk around sounding like an idiot. “Oh, this is because of her,” he laughed. “You want to impress her.”
“Look, can we just pretend for five minutes that we’re adults and speak like normal human beings?”
“Wow, so you really like her.”
“Of course I fucking like her. Hell, I’m halfway in love with her. I’m telling you, she’s amazing. And if all of you could look past the way she was when she first came here, you would see what I see.”
“Please tell me you’re not asking her to stay for good. She has no idea what it’s like to work or to live like this,” he said, his arms spread wide.
I glanced around the apartment and grimaced. God, he was right. This was a bachelor pad. It wasn’t the place for someone that was used to the finer things in life.
“She’s finding out,” I said. “I’ll find out soon enough if this is something she can deal with.”
“And if she can’t?”
I didn’t even want to think about that option. I wanted her to stay, and I was pretty sure she felt the same way. But there were still doubts lingering in my mind that as much as I liked her, I couldn’t give her enough to decide to stay. Would she wake up one morning and decide this life wasn’t for her? Would she leave without any remorse, leaving me all alone again?
Sofia
I groaned as I rolled over in bed. A very masculine scent filled the pillows and had me pulling them into my body. My head was killing me, but something about this bed was very comforting, like a warm body wrapped around me. I laid there for a few minutes, just breathing in the intoxicating scent when I suddenly realized that Joe was no longer beside me. I blushed at the memories of last night. He thought I was too drunk to remember, but how could I ever forget something as amazing as that?
The door opened, but in my head, it sounded like a freight train rumbling through. I winced and held my head, trying to ease the ache.
Joe grinned slightly and walked over to me, sitting down beside me and holding my hand as he set a glass on the table beside me. “How are you feeling?”
I grimaced, still holding my head. I was sure that my hair was frightfully messy and I didn’t even want to think about what my face looked like. “I’ve been better.”
“I thought you might say that. I brought you something to make you feel better.”
I eyed the glass in front of me that looked suspiciously like a Bloody Mary and shook my head. “Did you bring me more to drink? Because I really don’t think I’m ever drinking again.”
He grinned and shook his head. “This is a Cortell brothers cure. I promise, it tastes disgusting, but you’ll feel a ton better when you’ve drunk it.”
I tentatively reached out and took the glass from him, taking my first sip. “Oh gosh, that’s disgusting.”
“Keep drinking.”
I did as he said, ignoring the taste as I guzzled about half of it. I had never been drunk before, and I couldn’t say that I would recommend ever doing it again. I felt terrible.
“So, once you’re done drinking that, I think the best thing for you to do is stay in bed and veg out all day.”
“Veg out?”
“Yeah, you know, just stay in bed and watch TV.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “People actually do that?”
He laughed, the humor shining bright in his eyes. “Yeah, all the time. Well, not all the time, but everyone should have at least one day a month that they do absolutely nothing.”
I nodded and finished off the drink. Grimacing, I handed off the glass, feeling like the most disgusting burp in the world was about to come up. I took several deep breaths to calm my roiling stomach.
“I bet right about now you’re regretting that you ever
helped me that day. I’ve been nothing but a pain in the butt to you.”
“Hardly. I was persuaded by a pretty face.”
My smile fell and I ducked my head. Was that all I was to men? A pretty face that made men want to help me? I wasn’t sure why, but I’d thought that maybe Joe liked me for more than my looks. I knew there was more between us, but I didn’t want a man to look at me and think of the arm candy he would have. I wanted a man to look at me and think something deeper.
“Hey.” He lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I smiled. “Just a little hung over.”
“Then we should get on with the rest of the day.”
He smiled at me, making me forget my earlier thoughts, and joined me on the bed. “Hanging out in bed is the best thing in the world, especially when it’s with someone you really like.”
I blushed furiously at the thought of him staying in bed with me. It seemed like my past life was so far behind me already. In just a week, I had become this entirely different person. I had slept with a man that would most likely never be my husband. I had learned about cleaning and cooking, and I had gotten drunk. My parents wouldn’t even recognize me. And Graham, was he pining at home for me? I really needed to do something about my situation. I needed to have an honest conversation with Joe about moving forward and make the hard decisions that were holding me back from any kind of commitment.
“Joe,” I started, trying to think of what to say. Why was this so hard for me? Joe was a good guy.
He linked our fingers, just like he did during sex, like he was grounding me to him. “Sofia, it’s fine. Whatever it is, just say it.”
I looked up at him and took a deep breath. “You know my situation. I’m a mess,” I confessed. “Over the past week, you’ve shown me that the life I was living was pointless. And I don’t want to go back to that. I don’t want to go back to being the perfectly primped doll for my parents. I don’t want to marry a man that I mean nothing to. I know that I’m not much. I have nothing except good manners, and I know that doesn’t make me very desirable…”
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