"I've always thought so." She smiles at me. "I'm glad you like smaller breasts."
I've never had a preference until now. Her body is everything any man could want and that's not just because of her sensual curves.
Trey Hale might have been the one grinding against her ass in the club, but there were dozens of eyes on her. When she exited the elevator, several men turned to watch her walk by. She commands attention, even if she's completely oblivious to it.
Reaching down I sweep my hand over her smooth thigh. She doesn't resist. Her desire to get off takes over and her legs part slightly.
"You're wet, aren't you?" I press my lips to the skin of her neck. "You've been wet since you saw me at the club."
She nods silently.
"Did you want me then, Sophia? Did you want me to reach under your dress and touch you like this?" I inch my hand up until my fingers rest on the lace of her panties.
"I did." The words are so low I can barely make them out.
I pull her panties aside and glide my fingers over the smooth flesh. "Spread your legs."
She closes her eyes and shifts her legs, spreading them wide, slinging one over my thigh.
"Good." I bite back a moan of my own. She's so fucking wet that I could slide my cock right in without any resistance. I want that. I want to feel her heat wrapped around me. Hell, now I get where that asshole she talked about was coming from. Who in their right mind would want a barrier between her cunt and their cock?
I kiss her again. My tongue probes her mouth as I slide a finger, and then two, inside her slick wetness.
"You'll come for me like this."
"Yes," she whispers into my lips.
I flick her swollen clit with my thumb, strumming an uneven beat that she tries to mimic with the roll of her hips. She's chasing it now. She wants it as badly as I do.
I slow and she growls out a tight, "No."
"If you come like this, I won't fuck you tonight." I nip the lobe of her ear with my teeth. "It's your choice. Take it like this or take me."
She stills in place, but I don't stop. I continue my tender exploration of her body, picking up the pace of my thumb.
"I want to fuck," she mewls.
"You control it all," I say as I slide my fingers inside of her and increase the tempo. I fuck her pussy hard, my hand moving at a fevered pace.
"Oh God." Her voice is edgy and deep. "I'm close."
I can tell. Her wetness coats my fingers and I can feel it dripping down her, covering her ass. "Your pussy is on fire. It's so soft, so wet, Sophia."
She gasps but it's not from my words, it's the impending approach of an orgasm that is going to tear her apart.
"Tell me to stop if you want my cock," I growl in her ear.
She's too far gone. Her hand bolts down to mine, holding it in place as she rides my fingers to a scream-inducing orgasm that almost makes me blow my load.
***
I held Sophia as she came down from the high of her release. I should have stripped, ripped her panties from her body and fucked her until I came myself, but I didn't. I pulled her into my chest and listened to her breathing. It stalled two times before it finally calmed and then settled into the ragged breaths of sleep.
I unwound myself from her carefully, watching her face for any signs that I was disturbing her but she slept through it all. Once I was free of the bed, I shed my pants and boxers, slipped on a pair of black sweatpants and covered her with a soft blanket.
I'm in my kitchen now, a mug of hot coffee by my side as I outline the still unnamed book that will follow up the release of Action's Cause.
My hands hover above my keyboard when I hear the faintest sound coming from the hall. I look up.
Fuck.
Sophia is there, her hip leaning against the wall. She's not wearing the dress anymore. Now, she's wrapped in one of my sweaters, a gray one with oversized buttons down the front, although she's only fastened one in the middle, shielding her tits from my view. Her black lace panties are on full display though.
Her legs are toned and long considering her height. Her hips are wide. She's a vision and I have no idea what the fuck to say to her.
She clears her throat before she drags her hand over her forehead, chasing away a few strands of hair. "I fell asleep."
"You did." I pat the stool next to me. "Come and sit."
"Can I play?" She gestures toward the piano. "I have an urge to play."
I can't deny her even though I want nothing more than to bend her over the counter and fuck her from behind. "You know how it works. You'll pay to play."
Her tongue darts out to coat her bottom lip. "I'm counting on that."
I don't ignore my swollen cock. Instead, I reach down and squeeze the tip through my sweatpants. "Play, Sophia."
She pads quickly across the room before she sits down on the bench. A small, "Oh," escapes her. It's an audible sign of the sensation of her ass hitting the cool leather of the bench. She places her hands on the keys as she turns to me. "Do you have a request?"
My knowledge of classical music is limited to what I've heard when I'm gone to the symphony. I don't listen to it. My phone is filled with music produced and recorded this year. I don’t want to disappoint her so I say the only thing I can think of. "Surprise me."
"I can do that." She slides another piece of hair behind her ear. "This is one of my favorites. Sing along if you know the words."
I laugh loudly. This playful side of her is what I crave. I want this, all of it; her semi-nude at my piano with a glow on her face that I gave to her.
I get up and cross the room until I'm sitting in the black leather arm chair next to the piano. I lean back and close my eyes as she begins to play.
Chapter 23
Sophia
I played a piece by Chopin. It sprang from my fingers once I pressed the first key. I watched Nicholas intently as I finished. His eyes were closed. His head was resting against the back of the chair with his hands folded loosely in his lap.
"That was beautiful," he says without opening his eyes. "Come and sit on my lap."
I don't hesitate. I move quickly across the cold hardwood floors until I settle in his lap, my back resting against the arm of the chair. I can feel his erection. He wants me still, even after I selfishly took from him in the bedroom.
"I chose myself instead of you," I whisper as I rest my lips against his forehead. "I should have told you to stop so you could fuck me."
His eyes open lazily. "I want you to take, Sophia. I want you to use my body. I loved what we did earlier."
"You did?" I tug on the bottom of the sweater, but it's useless. My panties are visible. They're sheer lace so he can see my pussy if he glances down.
He does right then. "I licked my fingers clean. You taste amazing."
I blush. I'm grateful that the room is dark enough that he can't tell. "Really?"
"I was tempted to go down on your right there, but you fell asleep." He rests his chin on my bended knee. "Maybe you should slide those off and sit on my face now."
I want that. I know that he'll be as good with his mouth as he is with his fingers. "Is that what playing the piano will cost me?"
"Not tonight." He shakes his head as his hand snakes up my calf. "You're going to strip and fuck me in this chair."
My pussy clenches at the command. There's no debate. I won't argue with him. I want it as much as he does.
"Do you have a condom?" I ask as I stand to take my panties off.
He leans forward to press his lips to my stomach. "I'll go get one. Don't move a muscle."
I step out of the way so he can rush past me to the bedroom. I consider following him, but he told me to stand still so that's exactly what I do. My eyes scan the area around me. I've been oblivious to everything in this room but the piano. My gaze finally settles on a trio of picture frames on a table near the chair we were just sitting in.
Nicholas is in all three of the photographs. One is of him, a woma
n and two other men. All of them resemble him, so it's easy to assume they're his siblings. The second is of him with an older woman, who shares the same blue eyes as him. That must be his mom.
It's the third picture that steals my attention. He's much younger in it. The angles of his jaw are softer, his hair a bushy mess. He's standing next to a girl who looks to be close to his age. She's wearing denim cut-offs and a billowy white blouse. There's no family resemblance between them. It's not surprising since their body language speaks of lovers and not of kin.
"You follow directions very well." His breath rushes over my cheek as his arms circle me.
I jump, startled that I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear him come back into the room. "You told me to stand still."
"That I did." He uses his index finger and thumb to open the only fastened button on the sweater.
I moan when I feel his hand on my breast. "You want to do this here? We could go to your bed."
"You're going to ride me, Sophia." He slides the sweater from my shoulders. "Take off your panties."
I do, my eyes still trained on the picture of Nicholas and a girl who was important enough to him to warrant a coveted spot next to his family. It shouldn't matter now. He's obviously moved past her since the picture was taken at least ten years ago. I still have a memento, or two from my first love tucked away in the corner of my desk drawer.
He spins me around so quickly that I have to brace my hands on his biceps for balance. My eyes fall to his nude body and already sheathed thick cock.
"Wow," I say loudly. "That's…it's wow."
"If wow means you like it, I'll take that." He nudges his nose against my neck." I'll sit down. I want you to stand here and touch yourself until you're ready."
I've never done that in front of a man before. When I'm at home, I always pull the sheet up around my breasts before I masturbate. "I think I'm ready. If I'm not, you can touch me."
He sits in the chair, his ass moving until he's positioned exactly where he wants to be. "Show me how you get yourself off."
I fidget on my feet, suddenly aware that my entire body is visible to him. "I can't."
"You can." He reaches for my hand. "Your pussy is so soft. Touch it for me."
I close my eyes and let him guide my fingers to my core. I'm already wet. I was the entire time I was playing the piano because I knew that there was a price to pay. I wanted it to be his cock in my mouth but the thought of riding him to orgasm is even better.
I relax as he pushes my fingers between my folds. His hand moves with mine until his drops away. I hesitate before I continue, circling my clit with the tip of my index finger.
"That's so fucking beautiful."
I open my eyes to see him in front of me, his cock in his hand. "I'm ready."
"Get yourself close." His eyes are hooded. "I want you on me when you're almost ready to come."
I move my fingers faster, hunting for my release. "It won't take long. You're incredible to look at."
"You like this?" He palms his sheathed cock. "You're going to ride it, Sophia. You're going to show me how badly you've wanted to fuck me."
So bad. I've wanted it so much.
I moan as I feel the fevered pitch of an orgasm nearing.
"Come." He holds out his hand to me, guiding me closer to the chair. "Slide onto me. Slowly."
It has to be slow. He's wide and I'm anxious when I feel the crown touch my opening. I brace myself with one hand behind him on the back of the chair, as I circle his cock with my other hand.
"Slide down, Sophia." His breath comes out in a ragged gasp. "Fuck, this is hot."
It is. I look down at where we're joined. He's barely inside me yet I feel completely full. I move again, taking more and it stretches. It's not to the point of pain, but it's edging there, a delicious mixture of pleasure mixed with fullness.
His hands jump to my hips to control my movement. "Christ, you're going to fucking kill me with this."
I moan when he slams my hips down, burying himself in me. The sensation is almost too much and I grip the chair with both hands, my fingernails digging into the leather.
"Fuck me," he growls against my neck. "Take it, Sophia. Use my cock."
I do. I move, slow at first and once I adjust, I arch my back and slide back and forth. He lets me set the pace until his body takes over and he rams up and into me in a series of steady, deep jabs.
"Like that." His words are deep and husky. "Just like that."
I ride him just like that until I come apart in his arms and then he takes what he wants, fucking me hard until I feel the warmth of his release when he calls out my name.
Chapter 24
Nicholas
"I assume last night went well." Crew eyes me when I walk up to where he's sitting at the café he told me to meet him at. "You look satisfied, Nick."
He knows Sophia so there's no fucking way I'm going into details about what happened at my place last night even though it was incredible. She fucked me in the chair next to the piano before she slid off me and covered herself with the sweater. Her beautiful pussy was still on display so after I tied off the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket, I threw her in the chair, got on my knees and ate my way to pure joy. I licked that sweet pussy while she squirmed beneath my tongue. She came twice before she pushed me away and told me she had to go.
I didn't take her home even though I wanted to follow behind her. I called for a car from the service I sometimes use and she left in the same dress she arrived in although I found her panties this morning next to the piano.
"That's none of your fucking business."
He flashes a big smile. "I'll take that as a yes. I won't pry but dammit, Nick, I've got to say I'm envious."
I'm not surprised. Sophia was incredible. I'm already aching for another taste.
"Why the meeting?" I look at the counter and the long line of people gathered near it. "You could have picked a place that isn't so popular. I'm not standing in that line to get a coffee."
"You don't have to." He looks over his shoulder at a tall brunette wearing one of the signature yellow aprons of the small chain of cafes in Manhattan. She's cleaning plastic trays although her gaze is glued to the back of Crew's head "Chelsey, my friend needs a coffee. Can you bring him one of the fancy ones you brought me?"
She walks toward us, her hands busily adjusting her ponytail. "Sure thing, Crew. Do you want anything else?"
"You at my office Monday afternoon at four," he says with a sly wink. "Can you make that happen?"
She almost vibrates from excitement. "Are you serious? I can be there. I will be there."
"I'll give you the address before I take off."
She catches my gaze before she looks back at Crew. "I know where it is. I'll get right on that drink for your friend."
"You're the best." He shoots me a look before he turns back to her. "We both appreciate it."
I wait until she's out of earshot before I say a thing. "How old is she, Crew?"
"She's a freshman at NYU." He laughs. "You didn't think I was inviting her to my office so I could screw her, did you?"
As uncomfortable as the thought was, it did cross my mind. I would have pegged her for a high school kid. "Why did you invite her to your office?"
"I ran into her agent a few days ago. He had some test shots of her he wanted me to see." He looks to where Chelsey is standing behind the counter, her focus intent on the task at hand. "Her eyes are killer; smoky blue and wide. She's perfect for the summer campaign we're about to shoot for Matiz. It's a new eyeliner and shadow."
"You're going to give her a job for getting me a coffee?"
"Fuck, no." He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. "Her parents own this place. They've been pushing free coffee my way for months."
***
An hour later, I'm back on my own with a newfound appreciation for Crew's business acumen. The man has a hand in the running of at least six different businesses and he's lo
oking to expand his portfolio. His new venture involves a friend of his who designs shoes and handbags. He sees it as having guaranteed investment potential and he wants me, or more accurately, my money on board. I hesitated when he asked because the thought struck me that if I'm going to invest anything in the world of fashion; I want my money backing Sophia.
What does my favorite fashion designer like to do on Saturdays?
I type that out and send it to Sophia as I near the corner of Broadway and Columbus. I'm on the Upper West Side to stop by my folks' place to surprise them. I don't call ahead anymore because that always leads to a dinner invitation that turns into an inevitable conversation about all the mistakes I made when I was a kid.
My current success may impress a lot of people but I don't count my parents as two of them. My dad expected me to follow in his footsteps and earn a badge. I never wanted to be a member of the NYPD. It's not in my blood the way it is for him and Sebastian.
I needed to write and through the lean years, my mom slipped me money whenever she could, but the onus was on me to make ends meet. I did. After college, I moved into a shitty walk up that already housed six other guys. I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag for a week before I emptied my bank account to buy a folding cot. I made it work because I had to.
When it came time for Liam to face the biggest decision of his life, he took another career route altogether. His choice was easier for my folks to accept because he healed those left behind by the senseless crime in this city.
My phone vibrates in my hand as I wait for the light to cross.
I eat donuts and design maternity clothes. What about you?
I step off the curb and start typing, following the crowd as they cross the street.
Going to visit my folks.
I wait for a response and stop on the sidewalk once I see it.
They live in the city?
Uptown. I type back before I press send.
There's a pause before I see her typing.
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