“Bars can be awkward,” she laughed.
I scooted over and sat in the seat next to her, continuing the conversation. We talked about the politics on the screen, the truth of money and power in society, and many other deep conversational topics. I liked her. She was not only gorgeous, but she seemed to be relatively intelligent as well. She was extremely passionate but not in a way that she let her emotions take over too much, which was a good thing since too many people made huge decisions based off their emotional responses to things. It wasn’t that I didn’t have emotions, I just was able to separate them from the reality of a situation.
We sat there for several hours, conversing, drinking and just generally having a good time. She was slightly hard to read since her first reaction wasn’t to flirt with me, but at the same time, so was I. I was the guy that flirting never came naturally too, and after a while, and several embarrassing one-liners, I decided that being myself was the best option.
“Wow,” I said glancing down at my watch. “It’s already midnight.”
“Really?”
“Time fly’s when you’re having fun,” I said with a smile.
“That it does,” she said, looking kind of flirtatious for the first time that evening.
“Long shot here but would you like to come back to my place and have a drink? I just live down a few blocks across from Central Park,” I asked, feeling self-conscious about the question.
“Sure,” she said after a few moments of contemplation. “Let me just pay my tab.”
“Please,” I said. “Allow me.”
I handed the bartender my credit card and glanced at her, letting him know I wanted to cover her tab too. She looked up at the thick black card in my hand and sighed slightly, but I ignored it, figuring she was just reacting to me purchasing her drinks. We left the club and took a cab since we were both a bit on the drunk side.
When we got to The Avalon she didn’t say a word, merely followed me to the elevator that took us to the 51st floor. When we walked into the apartment, she looked around, her eyes wide with the well-appointed, expansive space. She ran her fingers down the large glass table that was situated in the dining room and turned to me, shaking her head.
“Impressive,” she said. “What did you say you did?”
I ignored her question as I poured us both a drink from the bar. I smiled thinking about her reaction if I told her I owed a large corporation. She would have something to say about that. For the moment though, I didn’t want her to know. I turned and walked over, handing her a glass and tapping mine against hers.
“I didn’t say,” I said with a mischievous smile.
She smiled back and reached forward, pulling my glass from my lips and out of my hand. She set it down on the table and turned back to me, stepping forward. Slowly she leaned in and brushed her lips against mine, the smell of her lavender scent pulsing through my nostrils. I could feel my heart pick up the pace as our lips barely touched and her hot breath smoothed over my mouth. I reached forward and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into me and tilting my head to the side, opening my mouth as I forced the passion between us to come out of hiding. I pushed through her lips with my tongue, and she met with hers, swirling around each other, tasting the whiskey on our breath. It was erotic, and there was something about this woman that made me want to take my time.
She moaned lightly into my mouth as she wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning further into the kiss. Electricity shot through my chest as she pushed her hips forward pressing against my cock that was fully erect in my pants. I reached down and picked her up with one arm, holding her tightly, pulling back and staring into her eyes for several moments. The tension between us was thick and hot, and all I could think about was getting her back to the bedroom and undressing her slowly. Her chest was heaving up and down, and she moved her head back to mine, pulling her legs up and wrapping them around my waist.
I walked from the living room and down the hall, entering my bedroom and sliding my finger down the censored light switch. The room was dark, streams of low light cascading across the floor from the moon outside the window. She walked slowly over to the floor-to-ceiling glass panels that looked out over the city and the park, unbuttoning her jacket and dropping it to the floor.
I couldn’t wait to find out what she tasted like.
Chapter Six
Ruby
I knew the only reason I was standing in The Avalon taking my clothes off for a stranger was because I was wasted, but I didn’t give a damn, it was time I lived a little. This guy was not only incredibly handsome with his black hair and bright blue eyes, but he was educated, intelligent, and looked past what was right in front of his face and cared about a person’s insides. That alone was turning me on, but his well-defined, rippling muscles weren’t too bad either.
I could feel Nathan walk up behind me, my face close to the window which fogged with every breath I took. His fingers slid up my back and grasped the hook on my zipper, slowly pulling it down. He reached forward and pulled the straps down my arms and let go, allowing it to fall to the floor around my black six-inch heels. I stepped out of it, leaning my head back against his shoulder and feeling his lips run down the nape of my neck while the tips of his fingers grazed over my collar and down to my breasts. He rubbed his fingers over my hard nipples sending electricity through my chest. I moaned softly as he cupped both of my breasts and massaged them, his mouth moving back up to mine as I turned my head.
I twisted back around so that I was facing him, keeping my lips locked to his. My hands found the buttons on his shirt, and I slowly undid them, feeling his large hands still groping my tits. I yanked on his shirt, untucking it from his pants, and opened it up, pulling it down his shoulders. He let go of my breasts and undid the buttons at his wrists, taking the shirt off and dropping it to the floor. Staring at his rippling pectorals, I reached down and unclasped his belt, undoing the button on his pants, and pulling the zipper down over his bulging crotch. His pants fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them, standing confidently in the moonlight, wearing nothing but his tight black boxer briefs. He walked forward, pushing me toward the bed until I could feel the comforter hit the back of my legs. I fell backward, pulling myself up the bed and onto the pillow as he followed me, crawling toward me with his eyes locked on mine.
I gently laid my head on the pillow as he kissed over my stomach, his tongue slipping out of his lips and running across my abdomen. He reached up with both hands and pulled off my little black satin panties and set them to the side. Lust flushed through my veins as he stared down at me, licking his lips and smiling. He put his arms on either side of my hips and lowered himself down on his stomach, spreading my legs wide. He reached up and pulled my wet mound apart, leaning forward and licking between the folds. I gasped feeling the warm wetness of his tongue caress the skin between my legs. His tongue moved down and then back up, swirling over my clit with pressure.
“Mmmm,” he groaned sending a fire into my stomach as the vibration of his voice hardened my nub.
Without warning he dove in, his intensity increasing tenfold as he swirled his mouth through my juices sucking and pulling on my lips as he treated my pussy the same he did my mouth just moments before. He squeezed my thigh as he brought his other hand over, pushing two fingers through the juices and inside of me, twisting and turning them as he thrust in and out. I grabbed onto my tits holding tightly as the pleasure built higher and higher in my system. His mouth felt so amazing on my body. My hips tilted upward, and I began to grind, now feeling the desperate clutch in my stomach wanting release. My hand slid down over my stomach and pushed through his hair as he slowed his head and allowed me to take control, fucking his mouth hard and fast as he fingered me.
As the orgasm flowed over out of control, I arched my back and tossed my head backward, taking in a deep breath and feeling every wave of pleasure that washed over me as I came. Unable to grip onto his head any longer, he growled loudly, lap
ping at my juices and finger fucking me harder as lust and pleasure continued to erupt through my entire body. My legs shook in desperation as my muscles began to release and he pulled his head up, looking deep into my eyes. He sat up on the bed and pulled his boxers off, his huge cock springing out from captivity. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a gold wrapped condom, removing the top and pulling it down over his shaft.
He moved forward pushing my thighs apart and leaning down over the top of me, his face inches from my own. His lips glistened with my juices, and I reached up taking his bottom lip into my mouth and sucking hard. He rolled his hips downward as I brought my legs up around his sides, sliding his cock through my wet pulsing mound and deep inside of me. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, feeling every inch of him pushing deeper and deeper as his hips rolled like the waves over me. I looked up and rubbed my hands down his contracting abs, moaning at the feeling of his body rubbing against my clit. I pulled my hips up higher and watched as he pounded in deep and hard, groaning as my pussy swallowed every inch of his shaft.
Nathan shifted up on his knees and pulled me by the hips, so I was in the right position. He pushed my legs forward, and I grabbed my ankles, pulling them up toward my head. He reached up and grabbed my thighs for leverage before he began to thrust with force and erotica. I screamed out, feeling his abdomen slap hard against my clit, and his balls bounce against my ass. I could see the beads of sweat gathering on his tanned smooth chest, and he gritted his teeth pushing deep and then pulling out again. Just as it had happened before, the feeling of heat in my stomach began to boil up to the edge. I reached up and grabbed his arm, screaming out in pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned loudly. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
As if those words were the straw that broke the camel’s back he growled dark-eyed and needing, thrusting forward and digging his fingers into my thighs. I reached out, screaming in ecstasy as another orgasm hit me like a force, and my body was no longer in my control. I could feel him thrust forward once more, leaning in as deep as he could and moaning loudly. His cock pulsed inside of me as my juices exploded over his shaft. His hips moved in small thrusting motions as he too lost control and released, coming hard and deep inside of me.
After my body stopped shaking and my breath came back, I opened my eyes and watched the last few seconds of his all-encompassing orgasm. Slowly he let out the air trapped in his lungs, and his body relaxed. He sat back on his heels, pulling out of me and collapsing to the side. We laid there for several moments, trying to control our breath and our heartbeat. When we had calmed, he opened his eyes and stared at me, a comforting look from a man I barely knew. He leaned forward and kissed me gently, pushing me onto my side, and wrapping his arms around my waist. He reached down and pulled the white down comforter over us and snuggled his face into the back of my neck.
The room was slightly spinning from the alcohol I had drunk, but I still couldn’t help but feel completely at ease, wrapped in this man’s arms. He was smart, sexy, ambitious, and based on the fact that he lived in The Avalon, capable of taking care of himself. It was a break from the typical asshole slacker I ended up on dates with. I didn’t care about his money, but I did care about the fact that he could hold an intelligent conversation and saw through the bullshit of the world around us. Laying there in his arms was different for me since most of the time I was up and out before the sun could breach the windows. However, this time I laid there and thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, I was wrong about finding someone that could keep up with me on an intellectual and personal level. Maybe, Nathan had some serious potential.
Chapter Seven
Nathan
I opened my eyes, realizing I hadn’t moved positions from when I fell asleep. Laying in my arms, her hair strewn all around us was that beautiful creature I had met at the bar the night before. She still smelled like lavender, and I breathed the scent in deeply, not at all concerned that she was the first woman in a long time to spend the night at my place. She was smart and sassy, and I had immediately found her interesting enough to sit at a bar for several hours talking about politics and business. She had to have realized I had money since I lived at the Avalon but she didn’t know that when she agreed to come back to my place. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t there because of my money or my charm. Perhaps she was there because she found more than just my good looks appealing to her.
I laid there thinking about that, struggling with the idea that she may like me more than just a one-night stand. I was used to one-night stands, and my life didn’t permit me to move outside of my bubble very often. However, there was a reason she was still there, and I wanted to let go of that control, even if it was just for one Saturday. Slowly I pulled my arm out from underneath her and slid from the bed, pulling on my boxers and a T-shirt. I tiptoed out of the room and closed the door quietly behind me. I wasn’t used to having women in my apartment, so I wasn’t sure what to do next. I did know, though, that I wasn’t ready for her to leave, there was something nice about having her sleeping in my bed.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, downing it in an attempt to soothe my aching hungover head. I shouldn’t have drunk so much, but the conversation was so intriguing I hadn’t paid attention to what I was consuming. I looked around the house and over at my blender, realizing I probably couldn’t feed her my usual spinach smoothie. I opened the fridge and pulled out everything I had that was somewhat breakfast like and started cooking, hoping she liked veggie omelets and coffee with milk instead of creamer. When I was done, I loaded it onto a tray and went back to the bedroom, setting it down on the table and waking her gently with a kiss on the cheek.
She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, probably trying to recognize where she was. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, reaching up and rubbing my arm. She was even more beautiful in the early morning than all dolled up at the bar.
“Morning,” I said. “I made us some breakfast.”
“Awe,” she replied, rubbing her temples. “That’s so sweet.”
“Here, drink this water, you’re probably dehydrated,” I said, handing her a bottle.
We sat on the bed eating breakfast, laughing at how drunk we were the night before. It wasn’t awkward like I thought it would be, though I was pretty used to feeling awkward. Her smile was warm, and she related to everything I said. When we were done eating, I called down to the front and asked them to send some clothes up in her size.
“Why’d you do that?”
“I thought maybe we could go out in town, spend a little time together,” I said with a smile.
She liked that idea, so we got dressed and headed out, starting first in Central Park. It was a gorgeous day, just slightly breezy and warm enough that I was glad spring had finally arrived. The winter had been harsh this last year, and New York was a slushy mess. As we walked, we talked about a lot of different things. She told me about growing up in upstate New York, about her family, and that her sister lived in the city too.
“It’s hard to make friends in this city,” she said. “There are so many people, but no one wants to connect. And forget the dating world, it's atrocious.”
“I know what you mean,” I replied. “Most of the people I meet are hard to talk to, too caught up in the media, the trends, Instagram, Facebook, and what everyone else is doing. I feel like I’m the only person my age with drive and the ability to look outside the box.”
“So true,” she said turning to me smiling. “Honestly until last night I had stopped talking to anyone. I was at the bar because I walked out of a terrible blind date my sister set me up on. The guy was your typical no direction, blind, drone, not willing to look outside his own comfort level. I know it shouldn’t bother me, but those people irritate the hell out of me. Why is everyone so afraid to be wrong?”
“I don’t know,” I chuckled. “Being wrong only means you get to learn something at the end of it. Then you can be right again.”
We walked out of the park and down the street, grabbing lunch at a small deli on the corner. It wasn’t the best place in the city, but I liked the people there. They were friendly, helpful, and the owners were also the operators. I could still remember how hard it was when Pope Financials started out, I worked non-stop, seven days a week. I was thankful to everyone who put their faith in me, so, I tried to pay it back wherever I could.
The day seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, the sun was starting to go down. We were standing back in front of The Avalon after spending all day just walking around the city and talking. There wasn’t a moment that I could remember thinking this woman was boring or unintelligent and that had been the first time in my adult life that I hadn’t had those thoughts at some point or another. She looked up at me and smiled, stretching her arms high in the air.
“I guess I should be getting home,” she said.
“Not a problem, we’ll take the car,” I replied.
She nodded her head yes, and I walked over and opened the door for her. I climbed in next to her and listened as she told the driver her address. She lived right outside of Manhattan in one of the brownstones I always thought were so cute. For the first time ever, I felt self-conscious about the fact that I lived in such an excessive place, but I didn’t have the time to be as self-sufficient as I assumed she was. I worked all day and most of the evening and relied on my money to see me through. I knew it was a pathetic excuse, but it was the way I had always done things.
As we drove along, watching the lights of the city, I reached over and took her hand, pulling it into my lap. She looked over at me and smiled, her green eyes sparkling in the reflection of the passing buildings. She was so beautiful, I still couldn’t get over it. I had been with plenty of beautiful women in my life, something having money and a charming smile did for a guy, but there was something different about her that attracted me, and not only in the pants. I shook the feeling off, knowing I was being illogical and emotional, I had only known the girl for twenty-four hours.
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