by Whitney G.
In one picture, he was standing on a beach, looking off into the distance. In another he was standing in front of a NYC cab, and in another he was lying against a city park bench.
He was young in all of these photos—his eyes held a more boyish charm, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he looked happy. Extremely happy.
In between all of the larger photos, were small wooden blocks in the shape of an entwined “E” and “H.” At first I thought that the “A” for Andrew’s first name was simply missing, that one of the pieces would bear it, but that wasn’t the case: In the last frame at the end of the hall there was a photo of a huge “E” and “H” that were solely compiled of pictures of New York.
“E” and “H”?
I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at the more “esteemed” photos he’d hung of himself. I stopped when I heard the sound of running water and followed it into a massive bedroom.
Everything was cloaked in black—the sheets that covered the king sized bed, the long silk curtains that hung over the balcony’s French doors, and the plush rug that sat atop his polished wooden floors.
I walked over to his armoire and pulled out the first drawer.
“What are you doing?” Andrew was standing right behind me.
“I was...” I stalled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I was looking through your stuff.”
“Looking for anything particular?” He kissed the shell of my ear from behind.
“I’m looking for where you keep all my panties.”
He let out a low laugh. “They’re all next to my bed.” He slid his hand underneath my skirt and stalled once his fingers reached my bare pussy. “Since you’re not wearing any, do I need to give them back to you?”
I rolled my eyes and he let me go.
“Is this better than a hotel room?” he asked.
“Depends.” I turned around. “How many other women have you had here?”
“None.”
“None?” I couldn’t believe that. “In six years?”
“I like to keep my fucking life separate from my home life.” He clasped my hand.
“So, I’m the exception to the rule?”
He didn’t answer. He simply led me across the bedroom and into an all-white en-suite where the water from the shower was still running.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up...” He looked down at me.
“Because you want to watch movies together?”
“Because I want to fuck you in the shower.” He pushed my back against the wall and looked into my eyes. “Because I want to fuck you all night.”
I moaned as he wedged his knee between my thighs and pulled my shirt over my head. He slipped his hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, and as it fell to the floor he trailed his tongue across my nipples.
“Take off your skirt...” He backed away from me.
My hands went to my zipper, but my eyes stayed glued on him as he started to undress himself.
I’d fucked him numerous times in his office, recklessly rode his cock time and time again, but I’d never seen him completely naked.
He pulled his white V-neck shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner—exposing a set of chiseled abs and a small cursive tattoo that was etched onto his chest.
I tried to read what the words said, but then he unfastened the drawstring of his black lounge pants and let them fall to the floor.
I could see that his cock was hard through his briefs, and I waited for him to take them off, but he walked back over to me.
Grabbing my hand, he placed it against his waistline. “Take them off of me.”
I slipped my thumb underneath the elastic, but he stopped me.
“With your mouth.”
My eyes widened as I looked up at him, seeing the sexy smirk on his face.
I bent down slightly and trailed kisses across his waist—hearing him take in a sharp breath as his hands slipped into my hair.
I gripped his thighs for balance and tugged at the hem of his briefs with my teeth. Pulling the fabric down a few inches, I used my fingers to move them further, but he pulled me back by my hair.
“Only your mouth.” He warned.
I gave him a look of understanding and he let me go. I once again grabbed the briefs with my teeth and slowly slid them down his legs.
I looked up and saw that his cock was standing at attention, rock hard and ready for my pussy like always, and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was going to pull me up and fuck me against the wall.
Before he could get the chance, I sat up on my knees and gripped his cock with my hand. I pressed my lips against it—trailing my tongue across every thick inch. I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slowly massaged it with my tongue.
“Aubrey...” He threaded his fingers through my hair and looked down at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m...” I felt my cheeks heating. “I’m sucking your cock.”
He blinked, letting a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re not sucking my cock...You’re kissing it.”
“I was getting to that part. I was trying to do it like...” I shook my head and stood up, completely embarrassed. “Never mind.”
“You were trying to do it like what?” he whispered against my lips.
I shook my head again and he looked into my eyes. “You don’t need to watch anybody else to learn. I’ll teach you...”
Still smiling, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shower. He pressed his chest against mine and slipped a finger into my mouth as the water ran over us. “Is this as wide as you can open for me?”
I blinked, nodding.
“You’re going to have to open a lot wider than that if my cock is going to fit into your mouth...” He sat down on the small wet bench behind him and motioned for me to bend low.
The water streams from above lashed against my back as I got down on my knees.
“Lick your lips,” he commanded, and I obliged—feeling completely out of my zone.
I leaned forward, assuming that I was supposed to take him into my mouth now, but he stopped me.
“Make it wet.”
“What?”
“Put your mouth on my cock and wet it.”
Hesitant, I pressed my lips against his dick and slid my tongue across his shaft. I was swirling it against him slowly, but then he pulled my head up.
“You’re being too gentle,” he said. “I don’t need you to be a fucking lady right now...”
“I—”
“I need you to be aggressive, greedy, and sloppy because I’m not going to be gentle when I’m devouring you.” He gently pushed my head down and spread his legs a little further. “Massage my balls with your hand...”
I immediately cupped them, rubbing them against each other.
“A little harder...” His breathing slowed and I picked up the pace of my fingers.
“Now,” he whispered. “Open your mouth as wide as it can go, and take my cock as deep as you can...”
I opened my mouth and took in the first few inches easily as he threaded a few fingers through my hair.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He looked somewhat impressed. “You don’t have to take all of it right now...” He used my shoulders to push me back and then forward. “Keep easing it in and out of your mouth just like this...”
Groaning, he stared at me with pure lust in his eyes, and then he whispered. “Suck me deeper...”
I followed his command and he groaned even louder. I could see the muscles in his legs tensing as my mouth covered over half of his cock. I was starting to feel a little bolder, slightly more confident, so I took in a little bit more of him.
“Fuck...” He breathed.
I used my free hand to cover the part of his cock that wasn’t in my mouth, and massaged it the same way I was massaging his balls—soft but aggressive.
He started to tug at my hair, begging me to take more of him into my mouth. “Take all of it...”
Feeling as
if I was now in control, I denied his request, and sped up my rhythm—bobbing my head up and down.
“Aubrey...” His words were strained.
I took him a little deeper—wrapping my lips around him a little tighter, but I didn’t go all the way.
“Aubrey...” he said again, sounding desperate.
I wasn’t paying his words any attention. I was loving the way his cock felt inside my mouth, loving the way my tongue was commanding him and making him react.
“Stop.” He yanked me back by my hair and glared at me. “Take all of my cock into your fucking mouth right now.”
I slid my mouth over him and leaned forward all the way—not stopping until it touched the back of my throat.
Andrew briefly shut his eyes and sighed. Then he opened them again and spoke firmly. “I need you to let me cum in your mouth...” His voice was raspy. “And I need you to swallow every fucking drop...”
I gripped his knees and sucked him faster and faster, and his cock began to throb in my mouth. I could feel it pulsating, constricting, and as he leaned back and finally let go I felt spurts of warmness slipping down my throat.
His cum was salty and thick, and I honestly loved the taste of it. As the last drop landed into my mouth, I looked into his eyes and he looked back at me. The expression on his face was one of pure satisfaction and awe, and I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
He stood—pulling me with him, and pressed his lips against mine. “That was fucking perfect.” He turned off the water and led me out of the shower and back into his bedroom—not bothering to dry me off.
He grabbed me by my waist and tossed me onto the bed. “Spread your legs.”
I let my legs fall apart and he climbed on top of me. Crashing his lips against mine, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.
I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy and I lifted my hips—encouraging him to fuck me.
After being with him in the shower, I didn’t want to do much foreplay and I didn’t want to talk.
I just wanted to be fucked. Now.
His hands caressed my breasts and I pushed them away. “Fuck me, Andrew.”
“I am.”
“Now.”
He smiled at me, looking as if he wanted to say something smart, but he leaned over and reached into his nightstand for a condom.
He quickly slipped it on and entered me in one full stroke, causing me to moan in pleasure.
“Ahhhh...” I reached up and grabbed his hair as his cock pounded into me relentlessly. I was sure I’d never get tired of him fucking me, each time was better than the last.
I shut my eyes as he buried his head in my neck, as he whispered how “fucking good” I felt. Small tremors started building inside of me, and as much as I wanted this to last a little longer, I wouldn’t be able to hold on.
“Andrewww...” I said his name as my hips started to jerk and my orgasm took over me. I screamed, falling back onto the pillows, and he collapsed on top of me seconds later.
We both lay there, entwined in each other for a long time—not saying a word. When I finally found the energy to speak, I cleared my throat. “Are you going to sleep inside of me all night?”
“Of course not.” He pulled out of me, immediately making me miss the feel of him. He walked over to his closet, tossing the condom away.
“What are you doing?” I sat up.
“Getting dressed.”
“For what?”
“So I can take you home.” He slipped into a pair of pants. “And so I can go to sleep.” He put on a shirt, and then he looked over at me. “How long do you think it’ll take you to get ready?”
“I don’t want you to take me home.” I shook my head. “I want to stay.”
“Here?” he looked utterly confused.
“Yes, here.”
“As in overnight?”
I nodded, and he stood there staring at me as if I’d just asked him to do the unthinkable. The look he was giving me was one of anguish, regret, and for a second I almost felt bad about suggesting it.
“Aubrey, I don’t...” He sighed. “I’ve never let someone spend the night.”
“Then let me be your first...”
He continued staring at me, tapping his chin, and then he walked over to his closet and grabbed a set of white pajamas.
“You can sleep in these...” He held them out for me.
I reached out to take them but he shook his head.
“Stand up.”
I slid off the bed and stood in front of him.
He took his time helping me into the button up shirt—kissing every inch of my exposed skin until he reached the top button, and when he was finished he kissed my lips.
I expected him to hold out the pants next, but he tossed them across the room. “Get in the bed.”
Smiling, I slipped underneath the sheets as he hit the lights.
He joined me in bed seconds later, pulling me against his chest.
“Are you happy?” he whispered.
“Yes...”
“Are you sure? Is there anything else outside of my comfort zone that you’d like me to do for you tonight?”
“Not tonight, but you could make me breakfast in the morning.”
“You’re pushing it...”
“Just in case you change your mind, I would like Belgian waffles, bacon, sliced strawberries, and orange juice.”
“Unless you want to eat all of those things off of my cock, it’s not happening.” He pinched my ass. “Go to sleep, Aubrey.”
***
In the morning, I opened my eyes and realized I was alone in Andrew’s bed. I looked over at where he’d been sleeping and spotted a note on GBH stationery:
Had to run to the office to meet a new client. I’ll be back to take you home.
PS—Feel free to take your panty collection home with you.
—Andrew
I slipped out of bed, ready to explore more of his condo, but there was a sudden loud knock at the door. I rushed over and twisted the knob, expecting to see Andrew, but it was a man dressed in all black.
“Um hello?” I tried not to look too confused.
“Are you Aubrey Everhart?”
“Yes...”
“Great.” He handed me a white bag. “Gourmet waffles, bacon, sliced strawberries, and orange juice, right?”
Denial (n.):
A statement in the defendant’s answer to a complaint in a lawsuit than an allegation (claim of fact) is not true.
A few days later...
Andrew
I was officially out of my damn mind.
I was in my bathtub, and Aubrey was sitting on top of me—panting as she came down from another orgasm.
She was spending the night at my condo for the third time this week, and it was pointless to even pretend like I minded.
I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening, but she’d definitely gotten to me. She was infiltrating my every thought, and no matter what I did to try and come back to my senses—to remind myself that this could only be temporary, she slipped deeper into my life.
“Why are you so quiet tonight?” she asked.
“I’m not allowed to think?”
“Not when a naked woman is in your lap.”
“I was giving her a chance to relax.” I slid my hands underneath her thighs. “What unnecessary bullshit do you want to talk about today?”
“It’s not unnecessary,” she said. “It’s about your family.”
“What about my family?”
“Are they still in New York?”
I prevented myself from clenching my jaw. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” She raised her eyebrow. “What do you mean you don’t know? Are you estranged from them?”
“No...” I sighed. “I just don’t have any parents.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Then why do I remember you telling me a story about your mom the first month that we met?”
“The story about Central Park and ice cream.” She looked into my eyes, as if she were expecting me to say something. “You said she took you to some children’s fair, I think? It was something that happened every Saturday. But the one you remembered most happened when it was raining and she still took you, and you stood in line for an hour just to get a scoop of vanilla.”
I blinked.
“Is that story not right? Am I mixing it up with something else?”
“No,” I said. “That’s right...But I haven’t seen her since.”
“Oh...” She looked down. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I trailed a finger across her lips. “I turned out just fine.”
“Can I ask you a few more things?”
“You have a daily question quota starting today.”
She rolled her eyes. “What do all the “E” and “H” pictures in your hallway stand for?”
I felt a sudden ache in my chest. “Nothing.”
“If you hate New York so much and you don’t like talking about your past or what you lost six years ago, why do you have so many mementos hanging on your walls?”
“Aubrey...”
“Okay, forget that question. And the Latin quote across your heart? What does it mean?”
“Lie about one thing, lie about it all...” I kissed her lips before she could ask me anything else. I was starting to wonder why she hadn’t wanted to be a damn journalist instead of a ballerina.
“It’s your turn,” she said softly. “You can ask me questions now.”
“I’d rather fuck you again.” I lifted her with me as I stood up and helped her out of the bath tub.
We both dried off and went into my bedroom. Just as I was pulling her against me, my doorbell rang.
I sighed. “Dinner’s early.” I slipped into a pair of lounge pants and a T-shirt and headed to the door with my credit card.
The second I opened it, I was confronted with the sight of the last person on earth I wanted to see. Ava.
“Don’t you dare fucking slam it on me this time,” she hissed. “We need to talk.”
“We don’t need to talk about shit.” I stepped outside and shut the door behind me. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not wanted here?’