by Melinda Minx
She nodded. “It’s the three of us. He drew it last night.”
“Do you mind if I take a picture of this?”
She nodded, and I took out my phone and snapped a photo.
“You could have the drawing,” she said.
I shook my head. Once she and Elijah moved in with me, there wouldn’t be any difference between what “she had” and what “I had.”
“So,” she said, “the tour continues.”
I followed her out and down the hall. She opened another door, in which there was just an air mattress on the floor. Her clothes were half in garbage bags and half in open suitcases strewn all over the floor.
She laughed, and I realized I was literally turning my nose up at the room.
“Sorry,” I said, “but damn, Emily.”
“I was, um, distracted.”
She looked at me and ran her tongue across her lips. “I meant to get furniture right after we arrived, but then I ran into you in Prospect Park on our first day here.”
“So this,” I said, pointing to her barren bedroom, “is my fault?”
She nodded. “Yes, very much so.”
“Well, the Gökärt is set to arrive later this evening. I’ll help you build it when it gets here.”
“We’ll need to pick Elijah up before then.”
“I see. So what you’re telling me is that if I want to put the moves on you, it’s going to have to be on this air mattress?”
“I think seeing billionaire Silas Winters on an air mattress surrounded by garbage bags stuffed full of clothes would be quite interesting.”
“So you want me on your air mattress?”
She nodded, putting a hand over her mouth, but I could still see her smiling with her eyes.
“You think I won’t do it?” I asked.
“It’s got Corgi hair on it because Bella sleeps on it when I’m not home. I use one of those sticky rollers on it before I go to sleep for the night though. I’m not a monster.”
I tried very hard not to make a visible frown.
“Before I lie down on here,” I said, “can you confirm I’m going to get something out of this?”
She shook her head. “That’s not how it works, Silas. It has to be a leap of faith. I will sticky roll it first though.”
She picked up a sticky roller from one of her open suitcases, peeled off a fresh sheet, and rolled it up and down the bed. By the time she was done it was coated in corgi hair. She ripped off a new sheet and repeated the process. “Corgis shed. A lot. Okay, it’s clean now.”
I sighed and crouched down onto the mattress. I laid down onto it just like on the beds at Ikea. I put my arms behind my head and smiled. I’d taken my shoes off when I walked inside, so I threw my feet onto the mattress. My heels were off the end of the mattress though because it wasn’t tall enough for me.
“This wouldn't pass the sprawl test.”
“Good thing we’re getting the go kart then.”
“We’re?”
“Slip of the tongue,” she said.
She sat down and scooted onto the mattress. She slid right up next to me, and I very smoothly moved my hand up behind her. We both ended up on our sides, facing each other. It was tight, there was no chance this mattress could pass a sprawl test.
“When are you going to put those moves on me?” She asked, smiling.
Her face was so close to mine, just a few inches away. Her smell was fully distilled nostalgia. I remember reading that our sense of smell is right next to the memory center in our brain, and smelling her like this brought me right back—vividly—to our one perfect night together.
“I don’t have a condom,” I whispered.
“I’m on the pill,” she said.
We both laughed.
I ran my hand along her cheek. “If I knocked you up again, I wouldn’t mind.”
She pulled away from me and started stretching out her arms. She rolled over until her back was facing me, and she started pushing until I was sliding off the bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Sprawl test.”
She pushed her leg into me and started lying diagonally across the bed, and soon I was rolling off the mattress.
I hit the ground—though it wasn’t much of a fall—and she laughed at me as she sprawled across the bed.
“Leverage,” she said.
“You just Jiu Jitsued me off the bed?”
“It’s an air mattress, not a bed.”
I crawled back onto the bed, and on top of Emily. I straddled her, my knees on either side of her, but I didn’t put any weight on her. Still, she wouldn’t be able to get me off from this position, and judging from the way her lips parted and her cheeks flushed, she sure as fuck didn’t want me to get off of her.
She pointed toward the door.
I looked over and saw Bella tilting her head at us.
I raised an eyebrow at Emily. “Would you be offended if I brought her out of the bedroom and shut the door?”
“That’s fine,” she said, “I don’t want her watching us.”
“Oh? Watching us do what, exactly? I thought we were just stress testing your air mattress.”
She shoved me, and I got off her. I petted Bella and guided her outside. I felt bad when she realized I was shutting her out of the bedroom, and so when I spotted an open bag of milk biscuits on the counter, I tossed two to her.
That seemed to make her happy enough, and I went back into Emily’s room and shut the door before she finished the milk bones.
“I’m going to wash my hands first,” I said, “I just touched the dog and the dog food.”
Emily was lying on her stomach now, her chin resting on her forearms, which were folded in front of her. She gave me big innocent eyes. “Washing your hands for stress testing the mattress?”
“I have a very creative method for testing this mattress out, Nurse Emily.”
“I’m a doctor now, Silas.”
“You haven’t officially started yet.”
She rolled her eyes as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Her bathroom was full of cardboard boxes. I couldn’t help but think how easy it would be for her to just take all those boxes and move them into my place before unpacking them, but again, I resisted saying anything.
“What’s your creative method?”
“Well,” I said, taking off my tie, “there’s a risk that it’s going to pop your air mattress, but thankfully you’ll have the go kart for tonight.”
“Pop my air mattress?”
I nodded as I neatly folded my tie and placed it down onto a chair. I started undoing the buttons on my shirt.
“Are you going to undress yourself, or do I need to do it?” I asked her.
She batted her eyelashes at me. “You’ll have to do it.”
I grinned. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
I took off my shirt and draped it over the back of the chair, I took a step toward her, but she shook her head at me.
“What? I’m going to take off your clothes.”
“Take yours off first. All of them.”
I reached down and undid my belt. I was tired of neatly folding things, so I threw it onto the floor. It made a loud tap sound as it hit the laminate flooring. I took my pants off, revealing to Emily just how hard I was beneath my underwear.
“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t even touch you yet.”
“You have that effect on me.”
“You know, it’s been almost five years, but I still never did a follow-up exam.”
“A follow up exam?”
She sat up onto her knees and nodded. “On your nipple.”
I pulled my underwear down. My cock sprang up and slapped against my abs.
“One last examination before you become a real doctor,” I whispered. “I think I have something else I need you to look at. After you finish looking at my nipple.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
“First the nipple.”
I sat down on the mattress, and she scooted forward. She was wearing a skirt with pantyhose, and her knee pressed into my naked thigh. She reached up and put a hand on my chest. I was expecting her to drop the pretense quickly, which honestly would have disappointed me. To my surprise though, she kept a stern face as she leaned forward and looked at my nipple. She pressed down gently along the edge of it with two fingers. I could feel her breath on my chest, and I could smell her fucking hair, which brought me right back to the night Elijah was conceived.
“Does it hurt at all?” she asked.
I shook my head.
She leaned in closer, moving her fingers around the outer edge of my nipple. She squinted. “There’s no scarring at all. It looks like I did a great job.”
“You did.” My voice was quiet. I didn’t want to break the spell.
She pressed her index finger right to the point where the hook had gone in, then slid her middle finger across my nipple toward the point where she’d popped the hook out. I shuddered as her fingertip grazed across me.
“Oh,” she said, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Winters. I didn’t realize you were so sensitive there.”
My cock was throbbing. My muscles tensed, and still she kept playing nurse. I’d never been so aroused by a fully clothed woman before in my life, except for maybe the first time she’d examined me.
She bit her lip and cocked her head at me. “It’s somewhat abnormal for a man’s nipple to be so sensitive, Mr. Winters. Would you like me to do a few more tests?”
I nodded, my dick going hard as diamonds.
“Mr. Winters, I’ll need your verbal consent.”
“Yes, please. Test me, nurse.”
“These methods may seem somewhat unorthodox, but I assure you, I am keeping this strictly professional.”
“Understood.”
She brought her index finger and thumb to my nipple and began to squeeze. My whole body convulsed in pleasure, and when she squeezed hard enough that it started to hurt, I had to hold my breath and brace myself against her.
“Yes,” she said, “that is much too strong a reaction to a small stimulus, Mr. Winters.”
“Now,” she said, “again, please understand this is strictly professional, but I’m going to conduct an additional test.”
She leaned in close to me. Her ear brushed against my chest, and then she opened her mouth and brought my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue pressed up against it, and she started to suck on me.
I fucking lost it. I fell down onto the mattress, and she fell on top of me. She fucking bit me, which is exactly what I wanted her to do, and then she straddled me. My cock pressed up against her panties.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice muffled because she didn’t let her teeth off my nipple, “I just wanted to get a good angle for my test. You’re so sensitive, Mr. Winters.”
She bit harder, and I grabbed her breasts through her shirt. She jerked up off of me and looked at me with a shocked expression. “That is sexual harassment, Mr. Winters!”
“Examine my cock,” I ordered her. “It hurts. Specifically my balls hurt.”
“Oh,” she said, “I’ll take a look if you promise not to touch me inappropriately again.”
I crossed my fingers behind my back. “I promise.”
She slid down and gripped my shaft. “How long have you had this erection?”
“Since the moment I walked into your apartment.”
“That’s too long, Mr. Winters. You need to empty your balls so the erection goes away. Would you like me to help you with that?”
“You’re going to be the best fucking doctor, Emily,” I whispered.
She looked up at me with a big smile. “I’m only this good for you, Silas.”
And then she swallowed my cock. She slurped and went fucking deep. I felt myself about to explode, and despite her diagnosis, I didn’t want to come just yet.
I pulled her off. She looked up at me disappointed, and I shook my head. “I can’t come yet.”
I grabbed hold of her and threw her down. I got on top of her. My cock was throbbing and wet with her saliva, and I pulled her shirt up and off. I ripped her bra off and cupped her breasts. I slapped my cock down onto her soft belly. A streak of precum slid across her stomach.
I grabbed her skirt and tugged down and behind me. I slid my hands down her body to get her naked, and soon she was wearing nothing but panties. I ripped them off, and when she was fully naked, I pulled her up on top of me. I flipped around and underneath her and pulled her body down onto my face. She was just as wet as I was hard, and she smelled perfect. I licked across her outer lips. God, she tasted better than she smelled.
Just as my tongue pressed up against her clit, I felt her lips back on my cock. She swallowed me down as I ate her out.
I focused as hard as I could on the taste of her, and the feeling of her sex against my tongue. Her thick lips sucking on my rock-hard cock was impossible to ignore, but as I focused more on pleasing her, it became easier to delay my own orgasm.
I opened my eyes and looked across her body. I couldn’t decide what looked better, her naked body on top of me, or her beautiful lips wrapped tight and warm around my cock.
She started whining and quivering. I could feel the vibrations from her mouth on my cock, and I started to tense up too. We were going to come at the same time, I could already sense it.
I licked her swollen clit, focusing on it above all else. I gripped her thighs with my hands as her body trembled and shook.
Emily let out muffled screams as she came, but I showed her no mercy. I wanted her to come as hard as she possibly could. I needed to make her come so fucking hard that she’d never dare to leave New York City again. Seven times wasn’t enough the first time? Then I’d have to make it eight this time around.
But as much as I tried to focus on her and not me, it was impossible. I felt her saliva dripping down my thick shaft, running along the contours of my bulging veins. That was the last little sensory input I needed to put me over the edge. The needle thrown on top of haystack—I knew that was the wrong analogy for the situation, but my balls were tightening so hard that I couldn’t think straight. Every muscle in my body clenched. With my last ounce of self control, I pressed my tongue against her wetness, and then I emptied myself into her mouth.
I expected her to pull off me, but she just sucked harder as I came. It’s not like I just came a little bit either. I hadn’t come since I’d laid eyes on her again. My balls had been building up for days now, probably conspiring to give Elijah a brother, and now they had finally been given the gift of relief. She sucked and swallowed my seed down. Every last drop.
Soon I was empty, and she was still on top of me. Her body quivered and twitched. I twitched too, and I was panting and sweating. She rolled off of me and onto the mattress. Her ankles were next to my feet, and my own feet were hanging off the top of the mattress, right by her head.
Emily grabbed hold of my ankles and squeezed. “That was really good, Silas.”
“And it only will get better from there.”
“Winters,” I said, picking up the phone without answering it.
If any call made it through to my desk, it meant my secretary had already screened it, and that it was worthy of my time.
I was hoping it was Emily.
“Silas?”
I recognized the voice at once. It was my brother Wilder. Not only did I recognize his voice, I recognized the tell-tale tone of it, and I knew I was going to have to bail someone out of something.
“Yeah, it’s Silas. Who needs help, you or Dad?”
There was a pause. “Dad.”
“Is he okay?”
“He fell. Fractured his ulna.”
I wasn’t Emily, I had no fucking clue what an “ulna” was. “The fuck is that?”
“A bone in his forearm.”
“Are you in Vegas?”
“No, dude, I’m at the reunion. In Denver. Remember? You might as well come out
now.”
I’d cancelled at the last minute when I’d figured out I had a son. I figured making my new family into a family took precedence over having some beers with my old family.
“How’s the hotel doing?”
“Great, great! They say the house always wins, so I might as well buy the house to make sure I keep winning.”
I hadn’t told Wilder or my dad about Elijah. I wanted to tell the rest of my family when it was good news. I didn’t want to tell everyone I had a son—that my dad was a grandpa now—and then tell him a few weeks later that he could never see him because I’d fucked everything up with his mother.
I made Emily come more times that I could count yesterday. Well, I was counting while it was still the air mattress—and then up against the wall in the kitchen. After we’d taken a break to build the Go Kart—we couldn’t rest until we’d broken the new bed in—I’d lost count.
“Wilder, you think it will be okay if I bring some guests?”
I could hear him rolling his eyes through the receiver. “I thought you’d cooled it on the women. You back up on that old horse? I think if you brought one woman it would be fine. Two would be...hell, do it, it would be interesting. Maybe I could share one?”
I bristled a bit, but Wilder didn’t know who he was insulting, so I let it slide. Though if he called Emily “that old horse” to my face after meeting her, I might have to go Jiu Jitsu on his ass so he didn’t make the mistake again.
“It’s one woman,” I said, “the second guest will be a surprise. And Wilder, if you so much as touch this woman—”
He laughed and cut me off. “See you in Denver, bro.”
15
Emily
I frowned at all the new furniture. Silas had insisted on building everything for me. After our marathon sex session, we’d gone back to get Elijah. Elijah had “helped” Silas with the furniture, but after only an hour or two it was time to put him to bed. Silas had helped me with that too, which had been almost as nice as the sex. Almost.
Now all the work was done though. I had a fully furnished apartment. My clothes were no longer in garbage bags, but instead neatly put into dressers and hanging on newly bought coat hangers.