We walked outside and I saw his car sitting there in my driveway. I’d seen it before of course, but somehow it seemed a little more intimidating here in my neighborhood. He opened the door for me and I slid in…reveling in the feel of the soft leather underneath my thighs.
Patrick slide in next to me and I suddenly felt so close to him in this tight space. He smelled like cotton and a dark masculine musk. It was intoxicating. “Nice car.”
He looked at me with those incredibly unique eyes. “Thanks. I used to be completely infatuated with her.”
“You’re not anymore?”
He smiled, his warm eyes traveling across my face. “I’ve found it’s hard to be completely infatuated by two…subjects, at the same time.”
I felt my face go hot again. This time the heat traveled down my neck and spread throughout my body. The engine roared to life too.
***
Patrick took us to a place called Sorellina. It’s an upscale Italian restaurant that is actually quite famous in Boston. I’d heard a lot about it, but I’d never been there. Damien was never one to take me out and since I haven’t been on a date since…Kalen and I eat a lot of pizza.
We were shown to our table right away and Patrick was treated like royalty. The space was open and inviting, but our table was intimate and except for the waiter checking in every so often, I felt like we were dining alone. There was soft music playing in the background and the lighting was soft as well giving it an intimate feel. Patrick ordered us a bottle of wine and when the waiter left I looked at my menu.
“So what’s good?”
“Everything,” he said with a smile, that right dimple suddenly revealing itself. Damn, where had it been all my life?
“You can just close your eyes and point and you’ll end up with a fantastic meal.”
I put the menu down then.“Okay then, you order for me. There’s really nothing I don’t like.”
He ordered the buratta and fig as an appetizer. I have to admit that I had no idea what burrata was. Now, I’m in love. The entrée was gnocchi with lobster and Vermont butter. The gnocchi was delicious, light and hearty at the same time. They served it with fresh handmade Italian bread and it was so good, I wanted to eat the entire loaf.
While we ate, we talked and I didn’t find it surprising at how easily I fell into conversation with him. I told him about growing up with a single mother and how my grandfather had been such a big influence in my life.
Patrick opened up to me a little more about his father and how things had been growing up with a man like that. It was hard for me to reconcile the Rose that I knew being married to a man like that.
A tiny little part of me wondered if it was possible for his father to change from a nice guy…into a monster…would it be for him too? I made myself put that thought away. I was having too much fun to let my over-thinking things ruin it.
After the restaurant, Patrick drove us uptown to a small jazz bar. It was crowded but as soon as we walked in, we were ushered up front to a table near the stage. The waitress took our drink orders and the band struck up almost as soon as we’d been seated. It was a band that I’d seen back when I was in college and I loved them.
“Oh my goodness, I love Violette!”
He smiled. “So do I. They played for my brother’s wedding and I fell in love with their music.”
He slid his chair next to me and slipped his strong arm around my shoulders. I wondered if they would play at our wedding…and then I caught myself.Snap out of it girl! Are you kidding me?
I concentrated on the smooth sounds of the band and the feel of Pat’s arm around me. I leaned closer to him and he let me rest against his hard body. This felt so nice.
“Dance with me?” he whispered into my ear. The vibrations of his voice and the warmth of his breath sent a thrill through me.
“I’d love to,” I told him. He led me to the dance floor and took me into his arms. He danced like he did everything else…perfect. I can’t even describe the feeling of being in his arms. It was like…being home. Just as the song came to an end, he lowered his face down to mine and kissed me softly on the lips.
“Come home with me Kiara.” I felt the invisible hand of panic grip my throat. I wanted to…so badly…but I had no experience with this.
“Trust me baby, I would never hurt you. Please don’t push me away.”
Trust…that was the magic word. Did I trust him? I looked up into his eyes and what I saw there was warmth and dark desire.
I decided to leap. “I trust you,” I told him, as his lips came back down on mine. This time it wasn’t slow and sweet. I kissed him deeply, sucking gently on his soft lips like I was trying to suck his desire into my body. I could feel his need for me in the desperate way that his tongue pressed into mine and I realized that I didn’t just want him…I needed him too. I kissed him again, this time fervently.
When we came up for air he grinned.“Maybe we should go.”
I wasn’t about to argue.
PATRICK
When we got to the penthouse I made a show of giving her a tour, just because I was trying to ease her mind a bit. She seemed to catch on and as we stood looking out the window at the yachts on the bay she smiled.
“Enough Patrick. Make love to me.” She turned to me and my heart swelled. I didn’t ask any questions beyond that. I moved in and pressed my lips to her soft ones. She tasted so sweet it was hard to stop kissing her.
As the kiss heated up, I caught her full lower lip softly with my mouth and sucked and tugged on it gently with my teeth. She moaned and I could tell that whatever was left to click into place in her mind had clicked…she was ready. And God so was I.
Without breaking our kiss, I guided her down the hall towards my bedroom. When we got there she surprised me by pushing back on my chest and in a sexy whisper saying, “Lay down.”
I laid down on my back and shuddered almost violently as she hiked up her skirt and straddled my waist. She leaned down and found my lips and once again we began sucking and exploring each other’s mouths.
I felt the slight tremble in her hands as she unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, while we kissed. Her body fit perfectly against me.
When she had it unbuttoned to my waist, I felt the heat of her small, soft hands as they glided across the muscles of my chest. My stomach was flipping cartwheels. I wanted to touch her that way too.
I broke our kiss and attached my mouth to her long, slender neck. I felt her shiver when I got to the sweet spot and I stopped and concentrated there, sucking the flesh in between my teeth and flicking against it wildly with my tongue.
She had my shirt all the way opened up and pushed back against my shoulders. She was working on my pants now and moving her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against me. She unzipped my pants and dragged them down off of me.
When she put her hand back up on top of my boxers her fingers brushed softly against the swollen head of my cock and I gasped. She smiled down at me and instead of pulling them off, she took me in her hands and began to massage the shaft through its cotton prison…I wanted flesh against flesh, but I had to admit that her teasing was taking my breath away. I hadn’t seen anything yet though.
She slowed the massage and leaned down, taking the band of my boxers in between her sexy lips, she dragged it down, setting my aching cock free. She used her hands to push it the rest of the way off as she kissed her way back up my legs.
My body convulsed as her lips made their way up to my cock and she sucked me in…long and hard. My moans resonated throughout the room as she sucked me in and out; using her tongue to make long, slow strokes up and down the shaft. She circled the head and flicked across it until I thought I would actually scream. I was only able to take it for a few minutes before I had to beg her to stop. I felt like I was already going to explode. Fuck!
She gave herself one last taste before I reached down and dragged her body up so that I could kiss her lips again. I could taste myself on her lips and I tast
ed good there. She smiled against my lips. So sexy.
I reached back and unzipped that sexy skirt she was wearing. I pushed it down off her arms and she lifted her hips and wiggled it until it was off. Her blouse slide off and away and I felt her kick off her heels. Now she sat on top of me in a red lace bra and thong, looking like a goddess.
“Oh Kiara…you’re so beautiful baby.”
She leaned down and pressed her lips to my ear. “So are you.”
I sat up and flipped her onto her back. Shedding myself of my shirt I lowered my lips to her bra and licked the dark nipple through the soft lace. She moaned and reached underneath her back, releasing the catch.
I lifted the bra off and this time I actually felt a growl come up from deep inside my chest. She had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen…even more beautiful than I’d imagined them in my dreams. Full and dark and ripe.
I leaned down and began to suckle one of them as I twisted the other on between my fingers. Kiara had her back arched up off the mattress and she mewed against me. I wanted more than just little pants. I wanted to release the tigress inside of her.
I bit down on her nipple and she cried out and bucked her hips up off the bed. I felt the wet lace of her thong rub against my hard cock as I felt her grind into me. I began licking her nipples furiously, first one and then the other, back and forth while she dug her fingers into my scalp with one hand and she clutched at the comforter underneath us with the other.
“Patrick! Oh my God! Oh that feels so good! So fucking good!” I loved hearing her breathe out my name. I wanted to hear her lose control. I wanted to make her scream.
I started kissing down from her breasts across her flat belly and down to the top of her thong. I kissed and sucked along the lower part of her abdomen, getting closer and closer to her mound each time.
I finally allowed myself the pleasure of letting my fingers rub across the thin piece of material covering her entrance. She was so wet. I was intoxicated by the feel and the smell of her. I fisted her thong up in my hand and it shredded away easily with one tug. She squeaked, but she didn’t complain.
I almost fainted from happiness as I gave her one long, slow lick from top to bottom. She moaned and writhed in pleasure. I let my wet tongue find her entrance and slide slowly up inside of her. She was panting as I moved in and out, faster and deeper each time. She pressed my face in between her legs hard and mumbled things incoherently.
I sucked her and licked her like that for a while before finally taking her clit into my mouth and sucking and licking and nibbling on it wildly.
“Oh oh oh!” I could tell she was getting ready to come. I slid my thick finger inside of her and she cried out again. I slid a second one in while I continued tasting her clit and she screamed. I moaned. All mine.
“Fuck! Fuck! Oh I’m coming!” She was bucking her hips off the bed as I slammed my fingers into her repeatedly.
Suddenly while her hips were in the air, her body went rigid and the walls of her pussy clamped down tightly around my fingers. I coaxed her through it, loving the feeling of her silky juices making their way down my fingers.
When she finally relaxed and stopped shaking, I pulled my fingers out and slid them into my mouth. She tasted so fucking good. She shuddered and I felt her hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me back up.
When my face reached hers she shoved her tongue into my mouth as she licked and sucked my lips…the taste of her on me seemed to drive her crazy too. She had my cock aching so badly I didn’t know how much more it could take. It physically hurt.
“I need to fuck you baby.” I reached into my top drawer and quickly sheathed myself with a condom.
She spread her legs wider and reached down to take my cock in her hands. She gave me a few strokes up against her wet lips before finding her opening and lining me up.
“Fuck me,” she said in a sexy, raspy voice. She had her eyes wide open and I looked directly into them as I thrust myself gently into her depths. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to take it slow. I didn’t want to hurt her.
Kiara’s eyes widened as her fingers dug into my shoulders. I rocked in and out slowly for a few seconds so she could get used to me and then I felt her lift up her hips and wrap those sexy, long toned legs around me. I reached for her face and she sucked my thumb. Fuck!
Our hips began to rock wildly together and with each thrust and moan it felt like her tight walls were engulfing me, pulling me in deeper and causing me to reach new heights of pleasure that I’ve never seen before. Between her tight pussy and her tight mouth around my thumb, stars were exploding in my head and causing tingling throughout my entire body.
I grunted and reached down underneath her so that I could hold her body tighter against me. I didn’t want to be separated from her by even a breath. I wanted everything…her moans and gasps…her sweet fluid…her sexy, curvy soft body…her soul. I wrapped my arms around her waist and flipped us so that she was up on top of me now.
The sudden movement impaled her down on me and she screamed out, “Patrick! Oh fuck!”
Her long legs were down along my sides and her sexy breasts were crushed into my chest.
“Ride me mama. Fuck me baby, please.”
She sat up and the sight of her sitting on top of me with her head thrown back and my cock sliding in and out of her, made me almost lose my entire fucking mind. A surge of happiness and contentment surged through me as we made love and I knew that she had ruined me for any other woman ever again.
She rocked back and forth and up and down, every so often calling out my name as our pace became faster and harder. My self-control was waning and finally without warning, it was gone.
I plunged into her as deeply as I could one last time and I let go fully. I felt her walls clench down around me. Her body sucked me dry as I panted her name over and over again.
When she stopped moving, she collapsed down on top of me and I held her there, running my hands through her hair and knowing that I’d never be able to let her go. She burrowed her face into my chest and sighed contentedly. I wanted to stay this way forever.
Eventually she rolled off of me, but she didn’t go far. She snuggled herself into my side and I held her like that all night long, not moving again until we woke in the early light of dawn, only to make love again one more time before I fed her breakfast and took her home to her son.
***
Kiara and Kalen and I had a date for pizza two nights later. Her friend Angie and her husband Rick were going to go out with us too. I was looking forward to it not just because I couldn’t wait to see Kiara, but because she told me Kalen was excited about going too.
I was still grinning like an idiot from making love to her two days ago, as I bounded up the stairs to her front door. I’d brought her flowers again…she deserved so much more. I was rapidly falling in love with her, but I hadn’t told her yet…I didn’t want to do anything to scare her away.
When I got to the door I realized it was cracked open. Just then I heard the sound of glass shattering and a man’s angry voice. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed the door open and ran inside.
There was a man in the kitchen with his back to me. Kiara was facing him and I could see tears running down her cheeks. There was a shattered plate between them, like she was trying to warn him off. It took me about half a second to take this all in before I spoke up.
“Hey! You need to leave.” The man turned towards me. I could see in his eyes that my size intimidated him as he looked me over, but he wasn’t going to make this easy. This must be Damien.
I stepped over towards Kiara. I wanted to take her in my arms so badly…but I needed to deal with this fool first. I gently nudged her behind me as I said, “You need to go. Right now.”
“Fuck you, pretty boy! You go around dressed all pretty, driving your pretty car…you think your money is any cleaner than mine?” His eyes were bloodshot and foggy. No telling what he’d do.
“I know who your father is! Yo
u think you’re better than me asshole?! This is my family! Go get your fucking own!”
I steadied myself and looked him right in the eyes. “My father is ruthless, I will give you that. But you know what my father never did? He never raised his hand to a woman. He had the balls to stand up and fight other men and you....”
Damien lunged at me and my instincts kicked in, adrenaline coursing through my veins quickly. He threw a punch and I deflected it and threw one back. He was thrown back into the wall with a loud yelp.
My blood roared and I could faintly hear Kiara yelling at us to stop, but he came right back at me. This time I threw a left uppercut and I heard his jaw come unhinged as he screamed and fell to the floor. How dare he!
I heard the new voices as Rick and Angie ran in. Angie ran to Kiara and Rick helped me wrangle Damien up off the floor and into the wall. My head pounded with anger as I turned back to check on Kiara.
That was when I saw Kalen in the doorway. His brown eyes were the size of saucers and I suddenly worried if I’d gone too far.
“You have the right to remain silent,” I heard Rick saying as he pushed Damien’s arms up behind him and led him across the living room. Damien was howling like a wounded animal.
I stepped towards Kalen and we eyed each other for a few seconds before he suddenly ran at me and wrapped his little arms around my legs. He hugged me tight and I leaned down and hugged him back.
When I stood back up, I looked at Kiara. She looked traumatized. Angie made eye-contact with me before giving Kiara one last hug and holding her hand out to Kalen. He took it and they left us alone.
I reached out for her and she cringed back against the counter. “Baby, it’s okay now…I’m not going to hurt you.” Her lip was bleeding. It made me want to kill that son of a bitch.
“Please go home, Patrick.” Her voice was flat and monotonous. I thought she was in shock…surely she didn’t mean it.
“No baby, I don’t want to leave you…”
“This is why I didn’t want to get involved. Don’t you see? We were finally past the drama. I don’t want to do this again…I can’t do this again!”
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