What She Needs

by Danyiel Nicole

  “Spit on it for me Alicia,” he says through his harsh breathing as he continues to stroke himself. I get up on my knees and gather all of the saliva my mouth has made, position myself an inch away from him and let it slide through my lips onto him. He groans and I moan, we’re both turned on by what’s happening. I lie back down next to him on my side and prop my head up watching in amazement as he guides himself to relief. After a couple of moments, he starts to stroke faster and even I know what that means.

  “Darling, I’m about to come,” he says sounding panicked.

  Without thinking I say, “Do it on me.”

  He looks over at me still stroking his length and says, “Are you sure because if I get up, you can’t change your mind. It’s going to happen.”

  I nod then lie down on my back and brace myself, my breasts are still out. Quickly, and not missing a stroke, he gets up on his knees and straddles my body.

  “Where do you want it?” He asks.

  “Anywhere,” I whisper.

  My words were all he needs as he lets go of his hot semen all over my chest, neck and face. Caught up in the mood, I stick my tongue out and lick up what I can reach from my face. He looks at me then closes his eyes, shakes his head and smiles.

  He lies down on his side and props his head up with a pillow. “Deep down under all of that businesswoman exterior you’re a dirty girl Miss McAllister. I like it, a lot.”

  Still on my back, I turn my head to face him and smile.

  “You owe me; you know that right?” He says.

  My eyebrows furrow.

  “You’ve seen and tasted me, now it’s time to return the favor,” he says licking his lips.

  My little lady clenches. My body can’t take another one of Heath’s orgasms. “My period just went away Heath.”

  “Is it completely gone?”

  “Yes, but if you make me come again, I’m not going to be able to get up and go home.”

  “Who said anything about an orgasm? I said I wanted to see and taste, I still have control, remember?” He gets back up and bends my knees. I never thought someone controlling me would be so hot. “Lift up,” he says and I do as I’m told and he pulls my dress up so that it’s bunched up around my waist. Slowly he pulls my panties down my thighs, around my knees, then my ankles, and then throws them on the floor. He taps my foot signaling me to open my legs wider and I do as I’m told. He puts his hands on my knees and pushes them out and looks between my legs. My little lady is swollen and wet and the position I’m in right now is only making what I was already feeling worse. I’m so horny; parts of me wants him to do what he needs to do to take off the edge and the logical side of me is saying we just started dating three hours ago.

  Heath looks between my legs and smiles, then he lies down on his stomach out of my sight. No sooner than I start to wonder what he’s doing down there I feel his mouth on my little lady sucking hard and making slurping sounds waking up my body again. He pops his head back up and smiles, his lips shining with evidence of me all over them. He lies back down next to me and then pulls my dress back over my breasts then pulls me into his arms.

  ***

  I wake up because I’m warm, which is unusual given my recent divorce. I open my eyes to my unfamiliar surroundings.

  Where am I?

  I look over to my right and notice that I’m in Heath’s arms, my new favorite place. I snuggle up against him and inhale the scent of his shirt. Our earlier activities must have put me to sleep, but there is no way I can be here when the sun comes up.

  It’s too soon to be sleeping over.

  What if he thinks I’m a whore for the things I let him do to me? I’ve been told that men lose respect for women when they give it up too soon. If that’s the case, I have really blown it.

  I have to get out of here.

  I ease out of his hold and try my best not to wake him. I grab my sandals and walk over to the sofa to put them on, and then tip toe toward the door. Before I can open it all the way, Heath stirs and then wakes up. He looks over and sees that I’m not in the bed with him then turns on his beside lamp. I feel like I just got caught burglarizing the place.

  “Darling, where are you going?” He asks sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Sleepy Heath is adorable.

  “Home,” I respond shyly.

  “Why don’t you want to stay with me?”

  “It’s too soon; we’ve only been official for a couple of hours and we’ve already done things that are not in my character. I just want to go home with the little self-respect I’m still holding onto.”

  “Why have you lost respect for yourself?”

  Because I let you get to second base and we tasted each other’s come.

  I smirk implying, “you know.”

  He chuckles. “Alicia, we’re adults; what happened between us isn’t going to change my opinion of you. If anything, it made me want you more.” He looks at the seriousness of my facial expression and sighs, “if you want to go home give me a second, I’ll walk you to the door.” He gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom. When he comes back out, I’m leaning against the wall waiting for him. We walk downstairs hand in hand in silence grabbing my purse along the way. Once we make it to the door, he kisses me on my forehead and says, “I have a meeting at my father’s office in London City in the morning, would you like me to take you to work?”

  “I’d appreciate it, thank you.”

  “I’ll be down at about eight.”

  “See you then.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him on the lips. He smiles.

  When I get home, my alarm clock is already going off. I can’t believe I slept over with Heath and now it’s five-thirty in the morning.

  Ugh!

  Since Heath is going to take me to work, I set my alarm for seven and lay back down because my body is so tired.

  ***

  I search my closet for something to wear remembering how cool it was yesterday evening when Heath picked me up. I choose a pair of red ankle pants with a matching jacket, black and white striped shirt and my black patent leather Louboutin’s and matching bag.

  I’m at my bar eating my breakfast of a bagel with cream cheese and fruit when I hear a knock on my door. I open it and there he is, the finest man I’ve ever set eyes on, Heath St. James. He’s wearing a gray suit, black shirt and black shoes. When I look at him images of last night start to play through my head and my cheeks heat.

  “Good morning. Come on in,” I say to him walking back to my kitchen to finish my breakfast. “You’re early, I’m still eating breakfast. Would you like some?”

  “No thank you. I ate already,” he says settling in next to me and giving me a swift kiss on the cheek. “Are you okay, you know, after last night?”

  “Yes, I’m fine; I’ve never slept overnight with anyone that fast. I don’t want you to think I make a habit of that.”

  He smiles, “You don’t strike me as the type of woman who does.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Alicia, you’re my girlfriend, whatever happens between us from the moment you accepted that offer is our business. I don’t make a habit of letting women sleep in my bed, but last night I did. And there is no way I would have made a woman come without her reciprocating but I did that, too. You see, there is something different about you, darling, I can’t quite put my finger on what it is, and I’m not going to spend all eternity trying to figure it out but I like it . . . I don’t want it to end.”

  I smile at him, finish my breakfast and we head out.

  We walk past the white Range Rover that was my ride to and from work yesterday, then past the Maybach coupe that we rode in on our first date, and then stop at a red sleek looking sports car. Heath opens the door for me and I get in.

  “How many cars do you own?” I ask jokingly.

  “Five cars and two SUVs,” he answers with a big grin on his face.

  “Why do you need so many cars? Do you buy them for the same crazy reasons you buy your paintings?”
/>   “Sort of; I buy them because I have a love for fast cars,” he says pulling out of the parking garage.

  “I like this one. What kind of car is this?”

  “Jaguar XK.”

  “Never heard of it.”

  “Alicia, you’re a wealthy investment banker with no children. What do you spend your money on?”

  I’ve never been asked that question before, and now that I think about it, I don’t really spend my money on anything. David paid for everything except my car and my shopping trips with Tamia.

  “Clothes, shoes, and handbags,” I answer truthfully.

  “Well, my theory is that you only get one life, so you might as well live it to its full potential.”

  “So you spend all of your money on fast cars and fancy apartments?”

  “You have no idea how wealthy I am, do you?”

  “Enlighten me,” I say hoping he will answer my questions on why everyone is so crazy over him.

  “Let’s just say the St. James family is the wealthiest family in all of England; next to the royal family that is.”

  Oh crap, another silver spoon fed rich kid.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t live off of my father’s wealth. I work very hard for the things I have.”

  Did he just read my mind?

  We pull up to the curb of the Stansbury building and Heath gets out of the car to open my door for me. He gives me a hug and kisses me on the cheek, then tells me he will bring me lunch since his meeting will only be a couple of hours long.

  When I walk into the building, the receptionist who was on the phone talking about Heath’s presence in the building yesterday is eyeing me suspiciously.

  “Excuse me ma’am,” she says in a less than pleasant tone stopping me before I get onto the elevator.

  “Yes?” I answer walking back to where she’s seated.

  “I’ve never seen you here before, are you looking for someone in particular?”

  “No, I’m not.” I decide to humor her, but she’s very close to losing her job.

  “Then why are you here?” She asks firmly.

  My eyebrows furrow at the audacity of this young lady. I hope she doesn’t treat clients like this when they come into the building.

  “Well?”

  Okay this little conversation is about to get out of hand.

  “You’re right, we haven’t met, but I saw you yesterday as I was leaving to go home and it sounded like you were on a rather personal phone call. I’m Alicia McAllister,” I say. My tone is cool. I put my hand out to shake hers.

  Her face falls. “Miss McAllister, I . . . I didn’t know. I . . . I’m so sorry.”

  “Of course you didn’t, I haven’t formally introduced myself to many people; it’s nice to meet you . . .”

  “Kate, my name is Kate.” She grabs my hand and shakes it. I can tell she’s nervous because her palms are sweaty.

  “Kate,” I repeat. “Well Kate, I hope you’re not this way with everyone who walks through the lobby. We have a lot of potential investors coming through and I don’t want them to pass judgment on the company based on how rudely they were treated by the receptionist.”

  “No ma’am, it’s just that-”

  “It’s okay. Just do me a favor and have a better day, alright?”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  That ought to shut her up. I have half a mind to tell Patricia to can her ass this morning. As I get onto the elevator she looks over at me and then puts her head down.

  ***

  “Hi Patricia, its Alicia,” I say when she answers the phone. Today is going by really slow because there is nothing for me to do. The facilities department has already come to hang my pictures and there are no emails to answer. Everything is already in order for the grand opening on Monday. Thankfully Heath is here to pick me up for lunch.

  “Oh, hi Alicia,” Patricia responds.

  “I’m going to head out for the day; there isn’t much for me to do around here. I won’t be back until the luncheon on Friday. Call my cell if you need anything.”

  “Yes ma’am. Is there anything else?”

  “No, just have a good rest of the week and I’ll see you on Friday,” I say before we hang up.

  “You ready?” I ask Heath who looks upset. “Heath, what’s wrong.”

  He sighs, “My meeting with my father went quite shitty.”

  “That bad, huh?” I ask as I grab my bag from my desk drawer.

  “The man is impossible sometimes. Come on, I’ll tell you about it over lunch.” He stands from where he is sitting and we head out. On the elevator ride down, Heath grabs my hand and kisses it. I smile at him. “That makes everything all better.” Still holding my hand, we walk through the lobby of the building. I hear Kate gasp as we pass by the receptionist desk.

  I dare her to get on the phone and call her friend now.

  “What would you like to eat?” Heath asks once we are settled in the car.

  “I don’t care. What would you like to eat?” I answer.

  “You.”

  My breath hitches. I wasn’t expecting that. “Well, there is no rush. You have me for the day and a half. Let’s have lunch first and we’ll see where it goes from there.”

  “Very well, how about a salad? I know a great place.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  He pulls out his phone and makes a call. “Veronica, please clear my schedule for the rest of the week. If you feel it’s important enough, call my cell . . . No, that’s all . . . Thank you.” He hangs up then looks over at me. “Shall we?”

  I nod and smile. The question could mean anything.

  Chapter 6

  After we had lunch at an awesome salad bar, Heath accompanies me to the market to pick up groceries for my house.

  “Did you know you can do this online?” He says to me as he awkwardly pushes my grocery cart through the store.

  “Yes I know, but I don’t like the idea of someone else picking out my meat and produce,” I answer back.

  “I could ask Benjamin to do your shopping along with mine.”

  “No, Benjamin is your butler, not mine. Why would you add any extra tasks to his workload? Besides, I like grocery shopping.”

  “Why? It’s a waste of time-”

  “And people stare at you funny when you come here, right?” I say as the tenth person passes by us and stares at Heath like he is the Messiah. “Heath, what’s going on? Why do people get all crazy over you everywhere you go?’’

  His eyebrows furrow like he is thinking of what he wants to say. “Darling, I’m sure it’s you that

  these people are staring at. Like me, they’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

  I smile and shrug off his compliment. I know it’s not me that these people are going crazy over, but it could be that Heath is the son of one of the wealthiest men in England. It doesn’t make it any better that the clerk at the checkout counter is flirting with him, too.

  I don’t know how much of this shit I can take.

  I get into the car, leaving Heath to put the groceries in the trunk. When he lets the trunk down I see him talking to a man and his son and Heath looks like he is signing another autograph. I don’t know if I can be around someone who attracts this much attention when we go places. We’ve only been hanging out since Friday and I’ve seen men and woman alike go crazy over him and he’s signed two autographs that I know of.

  He gets into the car as if nothing just happened but the look on my face tells him I am not okay.

  “Darling, what’s wrong?” He asks.

  “Why is everyone so crazy over you?”

  He smiles. “I haven’t the slightest idea,” he says pulling out of the parking lot. With a smile like that, I can’t get mad at him.

  It’s only a short drive from the grocery store to The Vue. We load all of the groceries onto the elevator, then take them up to my place while Heath gripes about how much work grocery shopping is and tries to do everything he can to make me a
gree to let Benjamin do it for me next time. When it’s time to put them up, he finds a seat on one of the barstools and watches me.

  “Why did you buy all of this food? Who’s going to cook it?” He says staring at my groceries.

  “I am, silly.”

  He laughs, “I’m sorry Alicia, but you don’t strike me as the type of woman who can cook.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?” I feign an offended look.

  “You just seem like one of those ‘go to work early and come home late businesswomen.’ You know, the ‘I’ll grab something on the way home to feed my husband’ type.”

  “Excuse me, I’ll have you know, Mr. St. James, besides working fifty hours a week, I cooked dinner at least four nights a week and I did the cleaning.”

  “Well Miss McAllister, I stand corrected. Why don’t you cook something for me tonight then? Prove me wrong.”

  “Sure, I’ll cook you dinner. What would you like?”

  “Well, when I lived in the states, I went to Georgia on business and ate at this little restaurant in Downtown Atlanta that had the best fried chicken and macaroni and cheese. Can you make that?”

  “I can probably make it taste better.”

  “If you could, I think I’d love you forever.”

  I finish putting the groceries up talking to Heath about the company’s grand opening. He asks me if I’m nervous and, of course, I tell him no. After a while I tell him to go home and change into something comfortable and give me some time to relax and get dinner started.

  “Can I sleep over tonight? Um . . . since we’re both off tomorrow?” Heath asks nervously.

  I’m not ready for this. Am I?

  I stare at him while I let ten different scenarios of what might happen if I’m alone with him again overnight play through my head. They all end up with me having sex with him. We just went on our first date five days ago for Christ’s sake. After a moment I finally come to the conclusion that it’s going to happen eventually anyway, and I like him, a lot, I think.

  “Alicia,” Heath calls my name breaking me away from my daydream.