Distract Me

by M. J. Berterman

  “Easy on those lips.” He smirked.

  I felt my cheeks blush red with heat from his touch. His eyes narrowed in on me as he touched his lips to mine. The kiss was so soft, and I closed my eyes to feel every bit of him. Moaning against his lips, the warmth of the kiss overcame me. He smelled so good I didn’t want to let go. I kissed him back and playfully bit down on his bottom lip before I pulled my lips away from his. I had to stop before I canceled dinner and took him back upstairs to my apartment. The devil on my shoulder thought that would be so much fun. But I needed to get to know Ryder better. I covered my mouth to hide my smile from him, but he reached up and pulled my hand away.

  “Don’t hide from me,” he said with a smile.

  We just looked at each other in silence for a few seconds before he took my hand to exit the elevator. My eyes scanned the garage because I wasn’t sure what to expect him to drive or if we were taking another taxi. He stopped at a beautiful matte black BMW M3, and he opened the door.

  “Wow.”

  My mind was in fairytale mode. This couldn’t be real, and I had to pinch my arm to confirm. I sat down on the smooth black leather. It felt cool against my bare legs.

  “Nice,” I said as I pulled the strap of my seatbelt.

  He smirked as he met my lips with his for another soft kiss. I didn’t want him to pull away this time. My hands reached up to cup his face and bring him closer, but he was gone too quick. Warmth settled between my legs as he shut the door and walked around to get in on the driver’s side. As we pulled out of the garage, he played with the music. I watched the surrounding buildings pass by. My attention jumped back to him when I heard Justin Timberlake’s “Pusher Love Girl.” I was shocked. But I turned it up anyway.

  “Did you know this was one of my favorites?” I asked.

  He looked over at me with a big grin on his face. The idea popped into my head that he could have been at the club last night watching me without me realizing.

  “Were you at the club last night too?” I was too curious.

  He had to be. This was just too much of a coincidence. I mean, I really didn’t care if he was a stalker. He could stalk away at this point, and I wouldn’t mind. Well, maybe that would be a little creepy, but he still had me drawn in. I playfully moved to the beat as he watched me. His jaw tightened.

  “Yeah, I was at the club briefly last night.” He smiled.

  “Oh, that’s weird I didn’t see you there.” My dress started to ride up, and I saw his eyes jump down to my bare legs.

  I pulled at the hem and crossed my legs. I really wasn’t trying to give him a show. Well, at least not yet. I smiled to myself thinking of the show I could give him later if things went well tonight. I wasn’t one to jump a guy the first night, but Ryder was different. My body responded to him immediately, and I couldn’t turn off the attraction I had for him. He placed his hand on my leg and squeezed it. It’s like he read my mind every time. It didn’t help that my thong was already soaking wet just from the elevator kiss, so this was torture. His hand felt hot on my leg. We pulled into another parking garage, and he parked in the first space as if it were meant for him. It could have been, but I didn’t ask. This man had control in every way he carried himself. My eyes followed him as he walked around the car to my door. He helped me out of the car and placed his hand on my bare back.

  “Thank you,” I said as I grabbed his hand.

  Every touch against my skin was electric. We walked right into the restaurant. Armano’s was written in fancy letters on the glass door. My guess was Italian. Looking around at the decor, my guess was confirmed. The hostess walked us over to our table that was reserved for us. I blushed as he helped me into my chair. He put time into planning our date—this guy felt too perfect. He scooted his chair closer to mine. It was strange at first because I was used to my date sitting across the table and not right next to me. But I loved having him closer.

  My fear at this point is that I won’t be able to get through dinner without spontaneously combusting under the table. The warmth between my legs was growing with every touch from this man. It’s ridiculous, I know, but it’s been a while since I had been intimate with a man. This past year has been too crazy, so allowing myself to open up to anyone seemed almost impossible. Literally. I wasn’t a whore, but I seriously needed the touch of a man before I went crazy. This man was driving me wild.

  The menu was limited so I knew it had to be expensive, too expensive for my salary, that is. I didn’t do fancy restaurants. Growing up, my mom always cooked, and now, living with Mariella, we tried to save money by eating in every night.

  I listened to the wine options from the waiter with a British accent. I smirked at the irony. The list he was reading sounded foreign to me. I don’t have a clue about wine. I just know I love anything sweet. I just nod at what Ryder chooses for himself.

  “I picked something sweet for you,” he says as he sips from his glass the waiter had just filled.

  “Thanks. How did you know?” It was sweet, but I only took a few sips. I was afraid to get too warm and tingly from the wine because I was already feeling that way from Ryder.

  The British Accent was back, and he was asking for our dinner choice. My eyes scanned the menu to find something familiar. I decide on the chicken marsala because it is the only thing I recognize.

  Ryder was quiet, and it made me uncomfortable. His wine glass tapped against mine as he placed it on the table. He reached out for my hand immediately, and his thumb rubbed circles on my palm. Instantly, I felt relaxed. I bit my lip to hold back a grin.

  “Tell me something about you?” I asked.

  He pulled his hand back and took a sip of wine.

  “What do you want to know?” His eyes narrowed on me.

  I thought I could leave the question open, but he’d countered me for a more specific one.

  “How old are you?” I asked.

  I knew he was older than I was, but I was afraid of how much older given his expensive taste. This kind of living had to have had some time invested in life. He nodded once, and his lips pulled into a cocky grin.

  “I’m thirty-four.” He took another sip and swallowed hard, and I returned the cocky grin.

  “You’re older than I thought.” I brought the rim of the glass to my lips and parted, taking in the sweetness of the wine on my tongue.

  I smiled through the glass as he watched me. His eyebrow arched up like he was ready for a challenge. I felt the tablecloth inch up as his hand lay across my knee.

  “Experienced is a better word,” he countered.

  My legs felt wobbly, so I put my elbow on the table for support. This man’s hand was so large that my knee felt lost under his touch. Nervously, I chewed my bottom lip, but I couldn’t look away from him. There were more questions I wanted to ask, but his hand under the table was a little distracting. My breath hitched as his hand inched further up my leg. He studied me silently for a brief moment.

  “How old are you?” he asked.

  “I’m twenty-four.” I arched my eyebrow back at him.

  For a moment, I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough because of my age. He joked he was experienced, but I couldn’t say it back. I haven’t been with tons of guys, and my sexual experience was lacking. His hand massaged my upper thigh. It felt amazing, and my eyes wanted to close so I could take in the feel of him. He leaned in and softly kissed below my ear.

  “You’re perfect,” he whispered.

  I swear this man was inside my mind and my insecurities. He was extremely intense, and he had me wrapped up in him already. I was always in control of myself, but with him, I just wanted to surrender everything.

  My body jumped as British Accent interrupted my thoughts by setting the plates of food in front of us. I wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there watching us, but I really didn’t care. Ryder could have spread me across this table naked, and I wouldn’t have seen anything but him.

  I tried to concentrate on my meal, so I t
ook a few bites of the chicken. It was so difficult to taste anything because my mind was still on his lingering hand resting on my thigh. I placed my fork down. I wasn’t that hungry—for food, at least.

  “So how long have you lived in the city?” I asked.

  “I’ve lived here all my life, and you?” He wiped his face with his napkin.

  I wasn’t shocked. He looked every bit of New York City. I shyly smiled because truthfully, his answers intimated me.

  “I’ve lived here for a year with my cousin Mariella. We moved here after graduating college in Connecticut.” I stopped when I noticed that I offered more than he asked.

  “How do you like it so far?” he asked.

  “I love it. It’s so different from my small town.” He smiled and finished the last bite of his steak.

  I watched him as I played with the rim on my wine glass. He cleared his throat and signaled for the waiter. We sat there in silence, but this time, it didn’t feel awkward. The waiter approached, and Ryder immediately asked for the check. My stomach flipped. The thought of our night ending so soon upset me. I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I leaned over some so I could read his signature because I still didn’t know his last name. Ryder M. Bennett. Got it. Now I could go home and search him. Shit, he saw me. My eyes quickly shifted back over to the napkin in front of me.

  “Ryder Michael Bennett, that’s me.” He sat back in his chair like he was getting a better look at me.

  “Well, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bennett. I’m Adilyn Marie Archer.” I extended my hand like an idiot, but he grabbed it anyway.

  I was thankful he didn’t roll his eyes at my immaturity. Sometimes, I could be a complete dork when I was nervous.

  “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Archer.” He laughed as he rubbed the stubble on his jawline.

  “Are you ready to go?” He stretched back in his chair.

  “Sure,” I softly returned.

  I was ready but not ready to go home. Damn. Maybe I was too quick to answer, but I hoped it didn’t discourage him from wanting to spend more time with me. His fingers played with the hem of my dress. Maybe he was giving me a sign that he wasn’t ready to take me home yet. I didn’t push him away. I liked feeling his touch. It was crazy that he was still a stranger, but he didn’t feel like one. My thoughts disappeared as I felt his fingers slide up to the lace of my thong. He rubbed against them with his knuckle. I didn’t stop him. My lips felt dry, so I licked them pulling in my bottom lip. His brown eyes moved from my lips to my neck and then down my chest.

  “Can you come back to my apartment before you go home tonight?” he asked.

  His fingers played with the lace between my legs. I was mush. I barely had a voice. It was a question my body was already giving him the answer. Fuck. He could feel how wet I was just from sitting next to him at dinner and now from his playful touch. Truthfully, I wanted to go wherever he wanted to take me. I was feeling brave. Leaning over, I touched my lips to the spot below his ear lobe. I rested my hand on his leg to hold myself to his neck.

  “I’m ready when you are.” I kissed down his neck as he leaned into me.

  “Now,” he said in a low growl.

  His voice was deeper and in control. I sat back down in my chair as he stood up from his. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me up from the chair and walked me outside to his car. We walked so fast that I had to clutch the bottom of my dress so it wouldn’t bunch up, giving everyone in the restaurant a view of my ass. His car pulled out of the parking garage so fast, I held on to my seat—he was in a rush.

  “This car is amazing.” Now I was giggling.

  “I have amazing taste,” he said with a wink.

  I rested my hand on top of his on my thigh. His lips parted to say something, but nothing was said. Ryder’s eyes were dark and filled with want. I’m sure mine were too. I wanted him so bad. This wasn’t like me, and I wasn’t the type to go home with someone on the first date, but I was so drawn to him. He made all my worries disappear, and I felt like me again. A free spirit. I moved his hand up my leg slowly until it reached just under the hem of my dress, and I let go to give him the okay to touch me again. I wanted it more than ever. He squeezed and moved further up on his own. He got the hint. I was thankful he was good at reading me. I tilted my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes hoping he would continue to explore me. His fingers were right against my clit now, and I was swollen under his touch.

  “Adi, you’re so beautiful.” His voice was so low and sexy.

  I felt like I was going to explode on his fingers as he massaged my clit through the lace.

  “Ryder, please.” I moaned as I bit down on my lower lip.

  My body was pleading for more from him. I craved his touch, and I wanted him to touch more of me.

  “I want to feel you,” he said as he focused on the road ahead.

  “Like this.” He peeled back the lace so his fingers could rub against my flesh.

  My head shot back harder against the headrest.

  “Yes.” My clit was throbbing against his fingers.

  “That’s it sweet, Adi. Let me have you.” I opened my eyes and looked out the window to see where we were sitting in traffic.

  The car was still stopped in the same spot, and I didn’t mind because I wanted to keep feeling this way with him. There were cars stopped on each side of us. I panicked and looked over at him. How long had I been distracted by his touch not to notice we had an audience.

  “Ryder?” I looked around at the cars surrounding us.

  “Tinted windows. The only person to see this beautiful body come is me,” he whispered against my neck.

  My cheeks blushed. This man was so sensual that it made me ache. Every word and touch he gave me sent heat through my body. Chills ran down my chest, and my nipples hardened. He lifted my chin to meet my lips with his.

  “Ryder, I want you so bad.” I’ve never been so blunt with a man, but he was driving me mad. I couldn’t look away from him. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He smiled against my lips.

  His kiss was hard as his tongue met mine. I could feel how much he needed me at this moment because I needed him just as bad. I moaned in his mouth again. We both jumped apart as we heard several cars honking around us. He turned his attention to moving the car forward through the traffic. But his hand stayed nestled between my legs. I didn’t care if anyone saw me at this point. It felt too good. Spreading my legs further apart, I lifted my dress higher. Thankful that we came to a stop again, I took advantage of that short time of him focusing on me. Ryder seemed to agree because he shifted closer to me as soon as we stopped.

  “Lean back in your chair,” he demanded.

  I did it without hesitation. I watched him move his finger inside me as his palm rested on my clit. My thong was bunched up so tight to the side of his hand I thought they were going to rip off me. But it wouldn’t have been a bad thing if they did.

  “Ryder, you’re driving me crazy.” I moaned as I grabbed the armrest on the door.

  “Come for me, Adi. Just let go,” he begged.

  That’s all I needed. His words sent me over the edge, and I grabbed the back of my headrest and moaned so loudly, I thought the car next to me would hear me. He rubbed my clit one more time and pulled my thong back over to cover me.

  “Ryder.” I was breathing heavily, and my heart was pounding. I felt like I just ran a mile.

  I looked over at him to see if he was real.

  “Sweet Adi.” He was grinning back at me, but my words were gone. I think I was in shock that he just made me come in the middle of traffic and even more shocked that I wanted to pounce on him again. His hand squeezed my thigh as he drove through an opening in traffic. I adjusted my ass on his leather seat and pulled my dress down.

  “You’re so sweet. I can’t wait to taste all of you,” he said as he licked his finger.

  My mouth fell open in shock as I watched him taste me. I wished he were licking more of me right now. What
the hell was he doing to me? He’s turned me into some kind of sex kitten, awakening every part of my body. My wetness was pouring out of me still, and I wanted to moan watching him lick his finger. My body was pathetic right now, and I couldn’t control myself with him. He rubbed my hand in his, and I couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch as he drove. His black dress pants were so tight from his bulging zipper. My lust was taking over, so I reached over and laid my hand on top of his growing bulge. Ryder was so hard I didn’t know how his zipper was holding him back.

  “Do you feel what you do to me?” I wanted to feel all of him, so I slowly unzipped his pants and grabbed onto him.

  Damn. Ryder was huge, and I suddenly felt nervous that I wouldn’t be able to please this man. I gripped it tighter and stroked it once. Teasing him. Watching his facial expression, I could tell he needed me to give him a release. I’m sure my face was saying the same thing.

  “Adi, I need to pull over.” He parked the car on a small side street. I didn’t know where we were parked, but I could tell with his sharp intake of air that he didn’t care. Keeping my hand tight on his cock, I undid my seatbelt.

  “You’re so hard,” I whispered.

  I was still in disbelief at how big he was. Kissing his neck, I leaned across the center console to free him from his pants. His skin was so soft that I couldn’t wait to feel him against my tongue. My hand stroked him up and down as I softly kissed his lips. Teasing him, I softly bit down on his bottom lip.

  “Where else do you want my mouth?” I asked as he let out a low growl.

  “Keep going lower. You can’t miss it,” he said through kisses.

  “Here?” I kissed down his neck while undoing a button on his white dress shirt, kissing the top of his chest.

  He smelled so good that I wanted to lick him all over. His muscles were so tight I couldn’t wait to see more of him. He pulled my hair guiding my head lower.

  “Further down, baby.” I kissed down his stomach and around his belly button.

  “Am I getting warmer?” I asked.

  “So warm,” he said as he smacked my ass and squeezed.

  I blew on the tip of his cock, and his body arched up in need. Grabbing him tighter in my hand, I placed my mouth around the tip and sucked.