by Amy Brent
“That’s insane.” I looked away to avoid his eyes.
“Insane or not, it’s the truth.” He stared down as he rubbed at a spot on the sidewalk with the toe of his boot. “I thought of you all that day. I even asked my partner about you.”
I put my hands on my hips and cocked my head to one side. “And what did your partner tell you?”
“That you were a bona fide genius,” he said with a shrug. “And an ice queen, and that I’d be wasting my time chasing after you.”
“Well, at least one of you has a brain,” I said.
“Maybe, but that didn’t stop me from Googling you,” he said, wiggling his fingers in the air like he was typing. “Or standing at that bar Friday night drinking alone, thinking about you.”
“Please,” I huffed. “That’s bullshit.”
He held up his right hand. “Swear to God.”
I wrinkled my nose to let him know that I could smell bullshit when it was tossed my way. “You were standing at the bar thinking about me? Give me a break. You were standing at the bar trying to decide which girl to take upstairs. I know because I was watching you.”
His eyebrows arched over a hopeful look in his eyes. “You were watching me?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. I was watching a lot of things.”
“Well, no matter, it’s the truth,” he said. His eyes told me he wasn’t lying. “Didn’t you find it odd that I was hanging out at the bar by myself?”
“Well… maybe…”
“I wasn’t in much of a partying mood, until you approached me.”
“I didn’t approach you,” I said, eyes rolling again. “I just came to the bar to get my glass refilled. I’m pretty sure you hit on me.”
“I think there was mutual hitting on,” he said. “But when you moved in close to me, when our bodies touched, I felt that spark again.” His hand came up again with the mask dangling from one finger. “I had no idea it was you, but I knew there was something more than casual there. Call it intuition or coincidence or sheer dumb luck. I knew that we would not just be a one night stand.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And I knew that I was never going to be lonely again.”
We stared at each other in silence for a moment. The mask dangled, as if Isaac had removed it to reveal his true self. He wasn’t the billionaire playboy of legend who fucked his way through oceans of gorgeous women anymore. Oh, he had done his share of that, but at the end of the day, he was simply a lonely person looking for something more—and someone to share it with.
Just like me.
Now it was my turn to be honest.
I took a deep, deep breath, and told him the truth.
“I came to Club D looking for you,” I said quietly, staring into his eyes as I spoke. “I’ve been lonely, too. I’ve focused on my career for so long I don’t even have a personal life. Other than Mandy I have no friends, no one I’m really close to other than my family. I ordinarily don’t let people—men—get close to me, but when we met… the spark… I felt it, too.”
“You did?” he asked, the corners of his lips twitching.
“Yes, and I Googled you, too.” I giggled. He giggled. Apparently, Googling had become a sort of digital foreplay. “It was pure coincidence that my assistant Mandy worked at Club D as a waitress. She invited me to go and said you’d probably be there.” I let my shoulders go up and down. “I guess I was just curious. I wanted to see what went on at Club D. And I wanted to see if the spark was real or just my imagination.”
“Was it as real for you as it was for me?”
I smiled and gave him a little nod.
“And did you have a good time… with me?” he asked quietly, tilting his head to one side like a little kid asking if I liked the Valentine he’d made for me. A line of sweat was streaming down his left temple. I clenched my hands at my side, forcing myself not to reach out and brush it away.
Or lap it up with my tongue.
Fuck!!!
Sigh.
Okay.
Fine.
“Yes. I had a wonderful time,” I said softly, almost in a whisper. I seemed to have lost the ability to lie, at least to him. I bit my lip as he took a step closer. The air between us began to boil. We were sweating like lovers in a steam bath.
“Good,” he said.
I should not have asked, but I did, “Did you have a good time… with me?”
He smiled again…
That beautiful smile…
Dammit, stop smiling!
He said, “As the old song says, I had the time of my life.”
I was blushing like a schoolgirl.
I could feel the heat in my cheeks…
My breasts…
My… my… my…
I swallowed the big lump in my throat and said, “Well… that’s… good… I mean…”
“And then I woke up alone.” He took a step back and sucked in a quick breath, our tender moment put on hold. “Can I be honest with you now, Amy?”
My head bobbed heavily on my neck in his direction. I wanted him to touch my cheek again. My lips ached for his. “Yes, please.”
“I haven’t been very happy lately, either,” he said, glancing down at the cement between his feet. “I mean, I know, I shouldn’t whine given how blessed I am, the money and all that, but lately, well, I’ve just been…”
“Lonely?” I said the word because it was how I felt most of the time.
He glanced up at me with a sad smile on his lips. “Yeah. Lonely. I’ve been looking for something more… someone more…”
“Someone more what?”
He stepped closer.
I held my ground.
He put his fingertips on my cheek, then cupped my chin in his hand.
“Someone more… like you.”
Without another word, he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to mine. The heat coming from his mouth started melting the ice that had formed around my heart for so many years. My body flushed with his aura. I was warm all over, from head to toe. I felt my nipples plump in the sports bra. Juices started to mix with the sweat between my legs. When he pulled back from the kiss, I could see a happy woman in his eyes.
He held up the mask again and smiled. This time I took it and clutched it between my breasts. Regardless of what the future held for us, that mask would always symbolize the happiest night of my life.
At least so far.
“Well?” he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. “Can we go inside now? Before we melt out here in the heat?”
“Yes, let’s go inside,” I said, taking his face between my hands for another kiss. “And maybe take a nice cold shower.”
“Any shower with you would not be cold,” he said.
I smiled and took his hand.
“Come on, let’s find out.”
Chapter 17: Isaac
I barely noticed the large doorman giving us the evil eye as Amy dragged me across the lobby to the elevator that would carry us to her apartment. I barely noticed the inside of elevator, as well, because we were making out like a couple of horny teenagers the moment the doors slid closed.
We weren’t shit-faced now, so Amy was keenly aware of the video camera located in one corner near the ceiling. She knew the doorman had the video monitor at the front desk and was probably watching us like a Peeping Tom. We did some pretty passionate kissing, but kept our hands to ourselves. At least until we were out of the elevator and inside her apartment.
Amy strutted in front of me toward the bathroom, stripping off her sweaty running clothes as she went, playfully tossing them over her shoulder at me. I ignored her Spandex pants, t-shirt, and sweaty sports bra, but when her wet panties hit me in the face, I clutched them to my nose like a bunch of wildflowers and inhaled deeply. The mix of salty sweat and sweet pussy juices made me smile.
“Get those clothes off and get your big cock in here,” she ordered as she opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. The shower
was big enough for four people, expensively tiled with jets along the walls and a large rain shower head above. Amy turned on the water and leaned back to let the cool shower wash the sweat from her hair.
I paused to take in every inch of her body, committing it to memory so I could imagine it clearly in my dreams—or when I was doing other things. I licked my lips as I watched her soaping up her big titties and bush, sliding the soap between her pussy lips and around to her sweet ass. Beautiful. Seductive. Fucking amazing. In my mind she was moving in slow motion. I took my time getting undressed, but didn’t take my eyes off her body. Her nipples were like big raspberry candies on round melons of white. Her clit was swollen beneath the veil of neatly trimmed curls.
My cock was so hard it ached, screaming to be set free. I tugged off my shirt and kicked off my boots and socks, then shimmied out of my jeans and underwear. My cock bounced free like a divining rod on the hunt for fresh water. Or clean pussy.
I stepped into the shower and closed the door, then moved in close to Amy with my hands waxing circles around her soapy tits. My mouth found hers, then our tongues began to duel. She sucked on my tongue like it was a cock, pulling it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it until I could feel it in my balls.
She took my cock in her soapy hands and started sliding them back and forth along the nine-inch shaft, squeezing the head, making my toes curl with every stroke. Her left hand found my balls, then slid underneath to tease my taint.
“You feel so good,” she said, biting at my ear as the water came down over us. “I love your hard cock… I don’t ever want to let it go.”
“I may need it occasionally,” I said as my hands soaped their way around to her tight ass. My fingers dug in and pulled her close. She held my cock tightly and swirled the head around her clit and between her lips.
“I want your big cock inside me now,” she said, hands working me to the brink. My fingers slid between her legs. Her pussy was hotter than the water coming from the shower. My fingers glided inside her. Her moans echoed off the walls.
“Fuck me from behind,” she said, letting me go and turning her back. She braced her palms against the wall and stuck out her ass. “Fuck my pussy, Isaac… hard… like before… hurry… before I die…”
The shower filled with steam that coated our bodies with a film of sweat as I put my hands on her hips and guided my cock toward her waiting pussy. Her asshole winked at me. I smiled and brushed it with my soapy fingers. We’d become better acquainted later on. For now, I wanted the wet heat of her cunt suctioning my throbbing cock.
I held my cock steady and pushed the bulbous head to her hole. She was hot and wet with her own juices and soap, well-lubed and ready to please. I slid in easily one inch, then two, then three… When the tip of my cock hit her innermost wall, I dug my fingers into her ass and started rocking my hips back and forth. I watched my cock disappear and reappear inside her. Her hole stretched to accommodate me. It held on tight when I withdrew, then welcomed me back for another thrust.
“Oh… fuck…” Amy moaned, her head bowed. I reached around and clutched her big titties as they hung from her chest, keeping my hips moving, feet firmly planted. Amy pushed her ass toward me and growled like an animal in heat. “Faster… Isaac… fuck me… hard… fast… make me… cum… make me… cum… hard…”
I grabbed her sides and sped up the motion of my thrusts, hammering into her so hard her big tits swung like melons. I could feel the heat in my balls, lava flowing, the eruption building… I was going to cum and cum hard, but only when Amy was…
“Ready…” she whispered urgently. “Oh… fuck… yes… yes… yesssssss….”
Amy bucked her ass against me as she came, gushing hot juices out over my cock and balls like a dam about to break. The moment I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, I literally exploded inside her. I pushed in as far as I could go and tightened my muscles as I filled her with what felt like gallons of hot cum. My body shook hard against her.
Amy screamed and came again.
And again.
And again.
“Holy… shit…” she moaned after she finally caught her breath. She glanced back over her shoulder at me and flashed a devious smile. Her hair was soaked and in her eyes. With my cock still deep inside her, I pulled back her hair between my hands and gave it a playful tug.
“That was fucking… amazing…” I said, panting the words.
“Yes…” Amy sighed happily. “Fucking… amazing… fucking.”
I smiled and stepped back so she could straighten up and turn toward me. My cock slid from her and dangled happily between my legs, pacified at least for the moment.
“I am so glad you showed up,” she said, putting her arms around my neck and pulling my lips to hers. “You saved me from having a very lousy weekend.”
“I’m glad I showed up, too,” I said, pulling her close. I put my hands on her cheeks and tilted her eyes to mine. “Don’t ever run away from me again. Do you understand? Ever.”
“Don’t worry, my prince,” she said with a dreamy smile. “Your Cinderella ain’t going anywhere.”
EPILOG: Amy
That long afternoon shower turned into a long night of passion, which turned into a long weekend, which turned into… well, you get the idea. By Monday morning we both knew we had something special. And I don’t mean just the sex, which was out of this world. I thought drunken sex with Isaac was good. Holy moly, he was even more impressive when we were both sober! There was no use denying that there was a definite spark between us, one that held the promise of growing into a massive bonfire, if we just kept fanning the flames.
There was more…
I know this is going to sound crazy, but the conversations we had before and after the sex were almost as satisfying as the sex itself.
Almost…
I know, I sound like a total nerd and maybe I am, but we not only connected sexually, but mentally, as well. That’s one of the reasons most men held little fascination for me. I like a nice cock, but I would prefer it come with a nice brain attached to it.
Sadly, that was rarely the case.
Most men had one or the other.
Nice cock or nice brain.
Either or.
Take your pick.
Then there was Isaac Hanson.
He was the total package.
Great cock, great brain, good golly Miss Molly…
He laughed when I told him that and said we were just two sexy nerds with high IQ’s and high sex drives. I told him he was a genius. He said we both were.
We bonded quickly, like we had been together for years. It was as if we had both been searching for something special to build our lives around and we had finally found it in each other. We had just approached it from two completely different directions. I had to get there on my own time, after dealing with my own issues, and so did Isaac.
I think our relationship served as proof that money and success couldn’t buy true happiness. And brains didn’t count for much when it came to matters of the heart.
We could have been two broke people in a ratty apartment and we woud have felt the same way about one another.
Don’t get me wrong.
Money is nice, but it will not keep you warm at night.
Or wake you up by poking a boner in your back in the morning.
In the ensuing months we didn’t make a big deal about our relationship. I mean, it wasn’t like we were Brad and Angelina and the world was holding its breath to see what we would do next.
Granted, he was a tech billionaire and I was a successful woman, but nobody really cared that we were a couple.
I mean, really, did you give a crap when you heard Mark Zuckerburg or Elon Musk or even Bill Gates was getting married?
Neither did I.
Until it came my turn to say, “I do.”
THE END
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Extra Steamy Bonus Scene: Isaac
I began to move, but Amy quickly pushed me back down, her strength surprising me. She gave me a wicked smile, slipped off the couch to kneal between my legs, and began to unbuckle my belt.
“Let’s see if he wants to come out an play,” she said, winking at me.
I watched her fingers work expertly, unbuttoning and sliding my pants and boxers down in one quick motion. This was definitely not her first time, and when she looked up at me, blue eyes meeting mine, a wide smile on her face, she proved it with a quick flick of her tongue against my cock.
She squeezed me, my cock pulsating in her hand. And when she took me into her mouth, my head fell back and a loud sigh escaped from my lips.
Those fucking lips, that tongue teasing me as she sucked, her nails grazing the inside of my thighs, I felt like I was going to explode right there and then. It was all I could do to hold back, keep my head in the game, and the more she worked, the harder it was.
My hand reached down to her head, and she gently brushed it away, letting me know that this was her show, not mine. She knew what she was doing and didn’t need any coaxing from me. She grazed my cock with her teeth, softly, the mix of little pain and so much fucking pleasure making me groan.