by Amy Brent
Kyle was still on the floor with Jesse’s foot on his neck. Jesse pulled back his foot when I gave him a nod. The rest of the bar patrons sat frozen on their bar stools. I knelt and pulled Kyle up by this tie. His hands struggled at his throat as the tie tightened around his neck. His face flamed a deep red.
I said, “Now, you listen to me, you piece of shit cocksucker. There will be no more gratuity fees, do you understand?” His tongue was poking out of his mouth. He was gagging. He gave his head a frantic shake. I put my nose close to his. “Tell me the truth. Were you and Fiona split up when we were together?”
“Fuck… you…”
“You’re about twenty seconds away from passing out,” I said casually looking at my watch. “I’m going to ask you again. Were you and Fiona split up when we were together?”
“Yes… fuck you… yes.”
“And are you and Fiona getting back together?”
His fingers clutched at my hand gripping the tie. His face was crimson, bathed in sweat. He stuttered the words. “No… she… won’t even… fucking… talk to me.”
I let go of his tie and he fell back onto the floor, grabbing at his throat and coughing. He’d be fine. The worst of the damage was to his ego. And to his trained gorilla.
Jesse held out my jacket and I put it on.
He said, “I assume you’re going to see her?”
I put my hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir. That’s exactly what I would do.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Fiona
I was sitting up in bed watching an old movie on television when the intercom buzzed on the desk-set phone on the nightstand. I glanced at the clock built into the phone. It was nearly midnight. I picked up the phone and pressed the intercom button.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry to bother you so late, Mrs. Cassidy,” the doorman said. “But there is a delivery for you in the lobby.”
“A delivery? At this time of the night?”
“Yes, ma’am. It’s a gentleman with a box.”
“What kind of box?”
“Um, well, ma’am, it’s… Krispy Kreme donuts. Should I allow him up?”
“Yes,” I said with a smile. “Let him up, right away.”
* * *
I put on a robe over my sheer nightgown and quickly checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I had already scrubbed off my makeup and my hair was a mess, but there wasn’t much I could do about it now. I quickly brushed my teeth and trotted to the foyer just as the private elevator doors slid open. There stood Nick Patron, holding a box of Krispy Kreme donuts between his hands with a smile on his handsome face.
“Did you know that Krispy Kreme is open twenty-four hours a day?” he asked, stepping off the elevator.
“Yes, I did.”
“And did you know nothing says I’m sorry like a box of Krispy Kremes?”
I felt the breath catch in my throat. Tears stung at my eyes, but I willed them back. I held out my hands to take the box, but he didn’t let it go. I gazed into his eyes to ask, “And why are you sorry, exactly?”
“For being a total fucking idiot,” he said, his fingers inching over mine on the sides of the box. “I just had a little chat with Kyle. He told me you were separated when we were together. He said you’d kicked him out for good. I’m sorry I ever believed otherwise.”
I glanced at the knuckles of his right hand. They were scraped, as if he’d hit a brick wall. “You talked to Kyle? Oh, my god, did you hit him?” The thought made me want to smile. I bit my lip instead.
“Let’s just say we had a brief conversation to clear the air, but he’s fine, though he may have to toss out his underwear. I’m pretty sure it was thoroughly stained by the time we were done.”
“And Danny O?”
He made a pained face and sucked in air through his teeth. “I’m afraid Danny didn’t fare nearly as well as Kyle. He’ll be fine though, once his nose and balls heal.”
“Oh my,” I said, giggling. I tugged at the box. “So, what does this mean?”
His round shoulders rose and fell with his breath. “This means that I really like being with you, Fiona, and I hope you like being with me.” He gazed dreamily into my eyes. “I’d like to spend more time with you. No strings, no schedule, no expectations. Just two people spending time together to see where things might lead.”
“I would like that,” I said, tugging the box from his hands. I opened the lid to look inside. “There are six cream-filled and six glazed.” I grinned at him. “There is something sexy about cream and glaze.”
“There certainly is,” he said, stepping close enough to press his lips to my mine. “Do you know another cool thing about Krispy Kreme donuts?”
“No, what?”
“They’ll keep just fine in the fridge till morning.”
I closed my eyes and let his tongue slide into my mouth, then pulled back and took his tie in my hand. I tugged him toward the kitchen.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’m going to put these in the fridge, then let you apologize for real.”
* * *
Nick eased himself down on top of me. I spread my legs so he could rub his long, hard cock against my wet pussy. He braced himself on his elbows to kiss me as my hands went around to clutch his ass cheeks. He moved his hips back and forth, sliding the full length of his shaft against me, from balls to tip. Each time slid over my clit tingles of electricity shot through my body.
“I missed you,” he said quietly, his lips on mine.
“Prove it,” I said, sighing into his mouth. “Fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” Nick arched his back and I reached between us to guide the head of his cock into my hole. I swirled it around to lube it up, then let go. My hands went back to his ass, pulling him into me.
Nick slid in slowly, an inch at a time, until he couldn’t fit anymore. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. It was wonderfully painful for an instant, then simply wonderful.
I bit into Nick’s shoulder as he started sliding his cock in and out, in and out, in and out. Every nerve in my body stood on end as he filled me with his girth. He mashed his lips to mine, then pushed up on his palms. My hands came around to his chest. His nipples were like hard little pebbles. I squeezed them until he moaned.
“Fuck… so tight…”
“So big…” I moaned, smiling at him.
I felt the heat becoming a fire inside my cunt. The fire became an inferno as the orgasm built to release. “God… Nick… I’m cumming…”
I arched my back and Nick sped up his thrusts. The bed shook, the headboard slammed into the wall. My breasts bounced on my chest.
“Fuck… cumming…” Nick moaned. I opened my eyes to watch him cum. The muscles across his shoulders and chest and arms pumped. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. He pushed his cock as far inside me as it would go and exploded, filling me with his hot, milky goodness. He held his cock deep inside me for a moment, then his body relaxed. He opened his eyes and smiled.
“Now you’re cream-filled,” he said.
“And you’re covered with my glaze.”
He lowered his lips to mine. We both sighed at the same time.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine.
I pulled him close and whispered in his ear.
“Apology accepted. Now shut up and kiss me.”
CHAPTER EPILOG: Fiona
A few months later, Nick and I celebrated my finalized divorce from Kyle with a two-week vacation in Bali. We flew down on his private jet and stayed at a secluded beach house that belonged to a friend of Nick’s. The house was right on the beach, separated from the clearest, bluest water I had ever seen by twenty yards of pristine white sand. The place was secluded enough that we didn’t even have to worry about bathing suits or clothes. It was like being Adam and Eve in our own private Eden.
We had been there just a few day
s when Nick got a call from his assistant Jenna. He came out onto the veranda where I sat sipping a Mai Tai, watching the sun set. He handed me his iPad.
“What’s this?” I asked, setting my drink on the little glass table between our chairs.
“News of your ex,” he said with a satisfied smile. He sat in the deck chair and picked up his drink. He nodded at the iPad. “Read.”
“Let’s see… entrepreneur Kyle Cassidy, CEO of Cassidy Event Management… blah blah blah … Oh my god… Arrested for income tax evasion and fraud related to city contracts?” I looked at Nick with my mouth hanging open. “Seriously? Wow. It all finally caught up to him. Did you have anything to do with this?”
Nick smiled without answering the question. He stretched out his long legs and sighed into the glass. “I’m sure his attorney will get him off with just a hefty fine, but he is out as CEO of the company. It’s my guess the company will shut down since the city is pulling all of their contracts.”
“Wow, I hate that for Edward,” I said. “But I love it for Kyle.”
“Sometimes people get what they deserve,” he said, holding out his glass so I could tap mine to his. “Just look at us.”
“Yes,” I said, glancing down at my naked body. “Just look at us.”
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Ross
“Thank you, sir. We’ll be in touch.” The young man stood, and as his chair made an awful sound against the hard, tiled floor, he extended his hand. Calling me sir grated my nerves. He could have addressed me Ross, but being half my age, I assumed he was showing respect for his elders. Too bad he held my fate in his hands, or I might have told him off.
I grabbed his hand and met his eyes, gripping tight. “Thank you.”
Every interview I’d been to over the past month had been with managers half my age, and they would no doubt give the jobs to other men half my age as well.
Since losing my job, it had been a struggle, and if it were just me, I’d find something with mediocre pay and any available hours. But with my six-year-old, Katie, to raise, I had to find something that would do more than pay the bills and still allow me a little time to see her grow up.
Her mother, Sarah had passed away three years ago when Katie was only three. She’d suffered a long battle those three years after having our daughter and then going through dialysis and every experimental drug and procedure we could find. She’d wanted more than anything to be around to see Katie grow up to, but that wasn’t in the cards. Her kidneys had failed, and after a long, hard battle, she passed away.
It took a lot of time, but I’d come through the worse of my mourning period with some of my sanity intact. Watching Katie grow up had been the biggest blessing of my life, although it was bittersweet without her mother to share it with. She barely remembered her mother, and to keep a bit of stability, I’d tried to keep the same babysitter as long as possible. As it turned out, in three years, we’d been through four.
I checked my watch as I left the office and shook my head at the time. I hated late interviews, and thankfully my sitter was able to grab my daughter when needed. I rushed right home, lucky enough to miss the rush hour traffic and found Katie and Mia, the latest babysitter who had been with us for almost a year now, playing cards in the middle of the living room floor.
“Daddy!” Katie was on her feet and giving me a big hug within seconds of hitting the door. Mia turned over on her side, propping herself up on one elbow as the hem of her shirt hiked up to expose the soft skin of her midriff, and the little turquoise belly ring that always caught my attention.
“Any luck, Mr. Reed?” She asked as she sat up, revealing a low-cut neckline that showed more of the black bra beneath it than it should. I couldn’t remember a time ever seeing her in clothes that weren’t full of rips, intricately tied knots, or cut off in some way to expose more than a grown man like me should see from a girl who was barely eighteen.
I’d asked her many times not to dress in such inappropriate clothes, and since today’s outfit was much less revealing than some of the short shorts and tank tops she usually wore over, I decided not to scold her for it. With her living just down the street, I’d made her go home many times and change. I didn’t want Katie thinking it was okay to wear such things.
“We’ll see. They said they’d be in touch, but that’s usually a no.” I pulled out my wallet and hated that every time I had done so lately, I cringed knowing money was growing tighter and tighter. Thankfully my date would be cheap.
Melanie had never wanted to do more than fuck, and after the week I’d had looking for work, she was just what I needed.
“Here’s some money for dinner tonight. Order out whatever like.”
“For twenty bucks? It looks like it’s pizza again. And I’ll just keep the change.” Mia smiled, and I let out a long breath and patted her back as she walked into the kitchen ahead of me.
“Look, Mia, I know you’ve wanting to help out, but here, take your check.” I pulled it from the fridge and handed it to her. She’d held it there a week in case I needed it for groceries, but I assured her things weren’t that bad yet.
“Are you sure? I mean, it’s not that big of a deal.” She was a good kid, despite her slutty clothes and shook my head and touched her arm. If I thought it appropriate, I would have pulled her in for a hug, but I didn’t think I could handle it with that bare waistline she was sporting in her short tee.
“You’re a good kid, but really. It’s okay. I’m going to talk my friend tonight and see if she has any leads on a job and hopefully, things start to pick up.”
She nodded and stared at her feet. “Will you be late?”
“I could be the usual time, but if it goes later, I’ll text you.” I turned and hurried upstairs to get ready as Mia ordered their pizza and in another twenty minutes I was headed across town to Melanie Porter’s house.
I’d met Melanie a little over a year ago when I’d decided to get back in the dating world so I could have a sex life. My wife had been much younger than me, by twenty-one years, and so when she died at the age of thirty-four, I had longed to find someone who reminded me of her sexually. I was always attracted to younger women, and Melanie at twenty-seven was just my type.
She met me at the door of her townhouse with a lazy grin. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.” She stepped aside, and I entered, noticing that she’d left the lights down low. The sun was setting, and its orange and pink glow shone through the patio door, creating the only light other than an overhead light in the kitchen.
“Sorry I had to see you so early. You know my situation.” I g
ave her an apologetic look, and she shook her head and stepped closer placing a long finger against my lips. She was one of the sexiest women I’d ever met, and it wasn’t because she was the prettiest, but because she had sex appeal. Her face was flawless, with angelic features and a few imperfections which only complimented her looks and made them exotic. She was average height, but her heels put her just a couple of inches shorter than me and her curvy shape, was a bit off-balance at the top. She carried herself like a queen, with more confidence than anyone I’d ever been with, and it made my dick hard as diamonds. Though she had only dressed in a robe, she wore it like a goddess.
“It’s fine. How is the little princess? Ruling king and castle I presume?” She planted a peck on my lips and wasted no time rubbing her hand against my crotch, feeling the rigid length that waited for her and had longed for her all day as well.
“She’s perfect. How’ve you been?”
She threw her head back and gave a breathy sigh as she met my eyes. “Hungry.” She dropped to her knees, and my zipper came down in a heartbeat. She didn’t even go for the belt and instead reached inside my pants and pulled out my thick cock. Her smile was interrupted by her biting her lip and then my cock entering her mouth as I nudged forward. The head of my cock lay flat on her tongue, and she licked it all around, darting it into my piss hole as she cupped my balls through my clothes.