Mirage

by Ashley Suzanne

  “Well I wanted to try out a new recipe and I think you might be the perfect judge for it. I have an early morning meeting, so a traditional dinner and movie date might not work, but I would like to spend some time with you before we show up to work tomorrow and you change your mind.”

  “You know what Jacoby, that sounds good. How’s six? Text me the address and I’ll be there with bells on,” I respond lightly. If Skylar doesn’t want to pursue anything with me, I have a perfectly willing male specimen who would like to get to know me and spend time with me. Take that Skylar.

  I test the bath water again, noting that it’s the perfect temperature. I take a nice long soak and a shower afterwards to shave and wash my hair. I didn’t have time for my nap, not that I would be able to stop thinking enough to actually get any rest. It would probably make me more tired. I just start to get ready.

  That little black dress has been calling my name since Friday night. I think now is a good a time as any to wear this little number. I pair that with some black peek toe pumps that show off my hot pink toe nails. Hair down and curly matched with light makeup completes my look. Looking at myself in the mirror, I must say I look beautiful. “Get it girl,” I say out loud to myself as I walk downstairs, grabbing my purse I get in my car.

  I punch Jacoby’s address into my GPS and send Kylee a quick text, letting her know to go ahead and go on in when she gets back and that I’m with Jacoby for a date. The GPS pulls up the map and starts with directions in the monotone programmed voice.

  Twenty minutes later, I pull up to Jacoby’s house. It’s a large house on a great block. Being in real estate, these are the things that I look for in a house. How is the neighborhood and the curb appeal of the house? I almost judge re-sale value. Jacoby has a large two-story brick colonial and beautiful landscaping with lights throughout, pointing at various plants and trees. I don’t know why, but I feel very comfortable here.

  I park in the driveway, next to Jacoby’s Mercedes. I calmly walk to the front door, stopping to adjust my dress and check myself out in the window reflection before knocking. I don’t even get the third knock out before Jacoby swings the door open.

  Opening the door and extending his hand, he greets me, “Mira, you look beautiful tonight. Come in, please.”

  I place my hand in his and lean in for a social hug and he places a slight kiss on my cheek before shutting the door behind me.

  “Thank you and I’m excited to try your concoction. You can cook, right?” I joke with him.

  “Yes, I can cook, thank you very much. Dinner actually just finished if you want to head into the dining room and open the wine, I’ll be right with you.”

  I casually walk through the open floor plan of his home, noting how beautiful the architecture is and the amazing artwork scattered throughout. I finally reach the dining area, where a bottle of chilled white wine is on the table with a corkscrew. I open the wine, pouring two glasses.

  I take the glasses and follow the smell of something mouth watering. I find Jacoby placing some sort of pasta into a serving bowl and getting some fresh bread from the oven. I walk over to him, behind the large island where he’s prepping all of the food and hand him a glass of wine. I take a sip of my wine, lean on the opposite counter, and admire how comfortable this feels.

  “What are you looking at?” Jacoby asks looking at me from the corner of his eye.

  “Oh nothing. Just admiring the view.”

  “Admiring the view are you? Maybe I should give you a little show,” Jacoby says as he starts to sway his hips back and forth while stirring the pasta.

  I can’t help but laugh at his humor. He’s trying so hard; it really is adorable. I set my wine glass on the counter I was leaning against and move towards him. Sneaking up behind him, I place my hands on his hips and sway mine in time with his. He starts laughing at me as he turns around. He quickly spins me, so our positions are reversed, with my back to his front, and begins swaying his hips, forcing mine to move in time with his.

  I lean my head back on his chest and give a small laugh while I look up at him. “This is nice,” I say taking control of my own movements, slowly and slightly grinding against him.

  “Mmmm, yes it is. This is very, very nice,” he says placing a sweet kiss to my forehead.

  Jacoby lets go of my hips and gives my ass a tiny slap, nothing that hurt but enough to catch me off guard and make me jump a little. We move into the dining room and eat a wonderful meal. Jacoby was not lying, he can cook and it’s amazing. Some of the best pasta I have ever had, and I’m kind of a pasta professional.

  After eating too much and drinking even more, Jacoby suggests that he give me a tour of the house. I’m feeling great with all the wine flowing through my body, so I agree. He shows me the entire main floor of the house and it’s amazing. Even better than I thought earlier. He starts to move toward the open banister staircase and I follow right behind.

  As we get to the top of the stairs, he starts pointing out rooms. The guest room, his office, another guest room, a room for gym equipment fully stocked with machines I didn’t even know the names of, let alone use. At the end of the hallway, he stops and faces me.

  “This is the master bedroom,” he says with a familiar look of lust in his hazel eyes. He turns the doorknob and we enter a vast room. The room was so Jacoby, if that was a thing. All the furniture was contemporary and black. The walls were a light gray color with white accenting the crown molding. I step into the room, and scan my surroundings. On one wall, there are large windows with black curtains pulled closed and black and white photographs on each side of the windows. The northern most wall had a large flat screen TV mounted on it with a contemporary dresser below it. On the southern most wall, there were doors leading into a walk in closet and a door leading into a huge bathroom.

  I walk towards the bathroom noticing on my way that everything is very neat and orderly. Not something you typically see in a bachelor pad, but very nice to see. The bathroom has black ceramic tiles, walls the same color as the bedroom and the fixtures were also black. In the middle of the bathroom was a large jetted tub that looked big enough for four people, not ten like in the Nickleback song, I think to myself.

  “I take it you approve,” Jacoby says standing so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Jacoby, this really is beautiful. I really love your home and this bathroom is every girl’s dream,” I say turning to face him.

  “I was hoping you would say something like that,” he says as he caresses my cheek. As I lean into his touch, he takes that as an invitation to pull me in for a kiss. A sweet and tender kiss. I wasn’t in control of this kiss like I was last time, and for once I wanted to relinquish that control. I didn’t want to make the decision. I wanted to be told what to do. What the fuck Mira, I thought to myself.

  Realizing that I was about to give up my power, I start to panic, looking for a way to take back the control. Bingo! I start slowly moving out of the bathroom, towards the bed, me walking forward and Jacoby backwards. When we reach the bed, he attempts to switch our positions and lay me down on the bed. I quickly rebutted, lightly pushing him down on the bed.

  With him sitting on the bed, staring up at me, I feel more in control and I really like it. “Lay back on your elbows,” I tell Jacoby.

  “Well, this is an unexpected surprise,” Jacoby says as he pushes himself into the middle of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, keeping his head and half his torso higher than the rest of his body. He crosses his feet at the ankles and nods, “Is this better?”

  “Very much so, thank you,” I say as I start to sway my hips. I seductively bend down to grab my purse that I set on the floor when we got into his room. I pull out my phone and turn on my music app, looking for a seductive song. I ended up with a little Pour Some Sugar On Me. I know it’s not the most romantic song, but romance isn’t what I’m going for. I used to hear the guys on campus say, “the best way to get over a girl i
s to get under another,” and that’s what I’m doing. I know he’s my boss and I shouldn’t, but at least he’s attractive and hot on my heels. Half the work is already done for me.

  Thinking back to old music videos with big haired bands and even bigger haired blondes dancing slutty, I start to move my body. With my back facing Jacoby, I slowly bend down, grinding my hips all the way to the floor. Bouncing my lower body, sexily, I stick out my ass and slowly rise up, turning to face him. His breathing has picked up considerably, letting me know that whatever this shit show is, it’s working. Fantastic.

  I grab my hair from underneath, bringing it on top of my head, exposing my long neck that I always thought was rather sexy, and lett it fall down slowly and cascade down my back. Thankful there was no zipper on my dress for me to get hung up trying to unzip, I grab the bottom hem of my dress and start to lift it slowly from my legs. Noticing Jacoby had started rubbing his crotch through his pants, I smile at him.

  I turn my front to him and continue to lift my dress. As it was just about at the line of my panties, I let it drop and disappointment flushes his face. I laugh a little on the inside at the power I have in this situation.

  “Would you like me to take this off?” I ask grabbing the hem of my dress again and smile at him.

  “I want you to do whatever it is you feel like doing. I would love to see you but only if you want to show me,” he says.

  I kept pulling the hem of my dress until my stomach was exposed and then stopped, “Like this,” I say seductively.

  “Yes,” Jacoby chokes out. I could see the erection through his pants. I felt like being kind so I kept my dress at my stomach as I walk over to him and say, “ How about you take those off,” pointing at his pants. If I’m going to expose myself, so help me God, so is he.

  He wasted no time getting off the bed and removing his pants and boxers, kicking them to the corner. As soon as he was in arms reach of me, I lose all control. He grabs the dress from my hands and pulls it over my head. I had on a black lace thong with matching bra. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, which is why I think it’s so sexy. Covered but not covered too much.

  He sits back on the edge of the bed, pulls me between his legs, and starts to lay light kisses on my stomach. Grabbing the back of his head and pulling on his dark hair, we moan at the same time. He was going to leave me drenched and I needed to feel him. I step back and slide my thong down my legs, fully exposing myself to him.

  As I stand in front of him, silently seeking his approval, he stands and moves towards me. He reaches his hand around my waist and pulls me to him, skin to skin. I’m on the brink of an orgasm just being touched in non-erogenous zones, it’s killing me.

  “I want you so bad Mira. You are so fucking sexy. I want nothing more than to be inside of you right now, I just don’t think you’re ready. Do you think you’re ready for me, Mira?”

  Fuck. How do simple words fuck with your senses like this? I feel my arousal on the insides of my thighs as I clench them together, trying to hide how much I want him. He leans down to my neck and bites it, not hard but enough where the pain is slowly replaced by pure ecstasy. I moan into his ear, encouraging him to go further. He licks the lobe of my ear and breathes onto my neck, “Are you ready Mira?” he repeats seeking an answer.

  “I’m ready when you are,” I say back to him, whispering in his ear. That was all the confirmation he needed.

  He lifts me up to straddle his hips, his erection pressed between our bodies. He walks with me attached to him to his dresser, where my phone lies, and turns off the music still playing through the speakers. Tossing my phone back down, both of his hands are on my ass, rocking me against him. I try to push myself back a little so I could get the perfect line up to be taken, but he keeps me tight against him.

  He lays me down on the bed but he remains standing, just staring at me. What the hell? In mid thought, Jacoby pulls me to the edge of the bed, with my ass on the edge. Just as I’m about to question what was going on, I lean up on my elbows looking at him. He places his head between my thighs and starts kissing the insides of my legs.

  I watch him intently, waiting for him to hit the prize nestled in the center of my creamy thighs. His moves are slow and methodical, almost torturous. With my eyes locked on his, I beg him to continue. He gives me a sly smile before he claims his prize. As soon as his tongue hits the bundle of nerves hidden between my lips, I throw my head back and cry out. He is relentless in his tongue lashing, not letting up or letting me breathe. It’s almost too much to handle. One orgasm crashes into another as he lightly sucks on my clit and strokes my insides with two fingers. Every time I come, I can feel my pussy clenching around his fingers and when he would grunt, he knew I was pleased with his oral skills.

  When I can’t take any more, spent, I lay back on the bed. Jacoby stands up and comes to lay on the bed next to me. He places a feather light kiss to my cheek. I roll into him, and rest my head on his chest, “God that was amazing.”

  “That was just the beginning baby. I’m going to go run a bath, want to join me?” he asks slyly.

  “Of course, I’ll be right there. I just need a minute,” I say trying to get my breathing back under control.

  Jacoby takes off the rest of his clothing and walks into the bathroom. I slowly sit up on the bed, my heart rate finally at a healthy level. I walk to the dresser to look at myself in the mirror. I glance at my phone and the notification light is blinking green. I grab my phone and walk back to the bed, pulling the sheet around my exposed body and unlock my phone. I have three text messages, all from Skylar.

  Skylar: Mira, I need to talk to you.

  Skylar: Are you there?

  Skylar: What the hell> I really need to talk to you right now. 911

  Fuck. Skylar knows that 911 is only to be used in emergencies. I peek into the bathroom and see Jacoby adding some sort of bubble bath to the tub and the water running at full speed. I walk out of the bedroom with a sheet wrapped around me like a Greek Goddess and my phone in my hand. I call Skylar’s phone as soon as I hit the hallway.

  After six rings, it goes straight to voicemail. I get the most horrible pain in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong. I try to call him again, “Skylar please pick up,” I whisper to myself, pacing the hallway.

  After a few rings, Skylar picks up the phone, “You ignored my messages. I really need you Mira.”

  “What do you need? Where are you? Are you drunk?”

  “I miss him Mira. I miss him so much it hurts. It was supposed to be me not him,” Skylar cries and his words slur together.

  “Sky where are you? I’m coming to get you right now.” I plead.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. I’m going to go for a ride to clear my head. Talk to you later,” Skylar says and hangs up before I can respond.

  My heart rate is out of control again. I can’t let him ride drunk and upset. That’s a lethal mixture. He’s my friend and I need to be there for him. I love him. Now how do I break this to Jacoby?

  Walking back into the bedroom, I find Jacoby sitting on the bed, looking disappointed.

  “Jacoby,” I whisper.

  “It’s fine Mira. I heard you. I really can’t keep competing with this guy. It’s not fair. After what we just experienced, this was the last thing I thought would happen tonight.”

  “Jacoby, I’m so sorry. I never told you. I was engaged to my college sweetheart and he died the day of our graduation on a motorcycle. I was in the accident as well. I don’t know if you notice the scars on my leg, but that’s what they’re from. They had to place pins in my leg after I broke it, being thrown from the bike. Skylar was Danny’s best friend and I guess one of my best friends as well. He’s missing Danny, my fiancé, and is drinking, talking about going for a ride. If something happens to him, I’ll never forgive myself. Please forgive me and I will make it up to you, I swear. Please don’t be mad.”

  Jacoby nods his head and walks into the bathroom, not even
saying goodbye. I understand his frustration, but not even trying to understand what I was going through didn’t seem fair. I quickly dress, grab my purse and head downstairs. As I reach the front door, I look back up the stairs to see Jacoby standing there watching me, but not saying a word. As I reach for the handle, he turns and walks back into his bedroom.

  I didn’t bother putting my shoes on, so I run to my car. I throw my purse and shoes on the passenger seat and back out of the driveway, trying to call Skylar numerous times.

  I have to find him. I need to know he’s safe. I need to take care of him. As I drive towards the city where Skylar hung out, I cry my eyes out.

  “I love him,” I keep repeating to myself, as I cruise down the highway.

  Chapter Sixteen

  It takes me about twenty minutes to get into the city. When I finally make it downtown, I try to remember all the places that I thought that Skylar would hang out. There are a few bars, near Greektown, where I met him a few nights ago.

  Scanning the area for his bike, I search parking lots and street parking. I am so desperate that I even paid to enter parking garages, just in case he parked in one of the four story buildings scattered throughout downtown, near the bars and casinos.

  Coming up empty handed, I feel my heart constrict. I have already lost one love to a motorcycle accident; I don’t think I would survive losing another.

  I’m sitting on the side of the road in my car outside a small twenty-four hour Greek restaurant, staring at my phone sitting on the passenger seat of my car. I pray that it lights up with Skylar’s name. I need to know he’s safe.

  I turn on the radio to try to distract myself from thinking the worst while I think of other places that Skylar might be. Catching the end of Suit and Tie by Justin Timberlake, I feel a little calmer. It’s strange that music can relieve stress from my body and relax me. And it doesn’t hurt that JT is so fucking sexy. At the end of the song, the announcer comes on the radio:

  Good evening Detroit. For those of you who are still out and about, take it easy around I-75 Northbound heading into downtown. All northbound lanes and entrance ramps are closed indefinably while the Michigan State Police investigate a fatal accident involving a motorcycle and a semi. Details are not being released to the media as of yet; please stay tuned for more details. This has been a traffic report from your number one Detroit radio station, channel 9-5-5.