Fatal Attraction

by Mia Ford

  “Beautiful, thank you.” I take them from him and happily go into the kitchen for a vase. It will give me something to do while he takes a look around my humble abode.

  “You look great Addy. I’m really sorry I didn’t recognize you yesterday. You just look different than you did in high school," he says.

  I can see him looking at the pictures on the mantle as I fill a glass with water. Just pictures of my dad and I fishing and my mother and I painting before she left.

  “It’s okay it’s been so many years I probably look completely different,” I say and walk over to the couch to sit while he continues to study my photos. I know I don't look different. The only thing different is my hair color and I got contacts.

  “Did something happen to your face?” I ask alarmed. His eye looks black and there’s a cut on his eyebrow.

  “Nothing you should worry about,” he says with a casual shrug. He tries to play it off, but I can tell he’s leaving details out and now I’m curious.

  I immediately picture him picking fights in the parking lot of some skeevy bar but that’s silly, he isn’t an oversexed sixteen-year-old boy anymore. Maybe he fell down like I did earlier. I self-consciously put a hand up to my cheek hoping the redness has gone down.

  He sits down closer than I thought he would. My body slides down his arm and the contact between us is almost electric. His walk across my carpet probably created static and the electric current was nothing but science.

  “Are you ready to go eat, I’m pretty hungry,” he stands up from the couch. If I don’t do something now I’m going to lose my nerve. I pull him back down onto the couch and attack him. I quickly smash my face into his and by some miracle find his lips with my clumsy attempt.

  He tenses, I’m hoping because I just caught him by surprise. So, I keep attacking him. My mind is having a meltdown screaming what are you doing you crazy bitch. Step away from the man, step away from the man.

  This is no time for me to lose my nerve. I bring my hands to his neck and turn my head so I can open my mouth against his. He doesn’t resist so I push my tongue into his mouth. Now my body is starting to heat up and I’m finding my groove or at least I’m hoping I am. I’m good at kissing, several former boyfriends have told me that. I just never allowed anyone to take it any further. I ignore the pain from where I bit my tongue. It’s worth it.

  He pulls back and I find satisfaction in the fact he’s breathing heavily.

  “You know when we were in high school you called me an oversexed teenager who wasn’t going to get anywhere with you.” He runs a hand through his hair and it goes back to exactly where it was before.

  I lean back. I’d left a voicemail for him saying such, but I never knew if he heard it or not. It was after I’d found out he had been out with Denise and I knew her reputation.

  “Why would you bring that up right now?”

  “I don’t know, I just assumed you were still conservative with your body. I don’t want you to think you need to impress me by doing all this. I want you to sing with me and I don’t want to screw this up. When it comes to being successful, I really want it not just for me, but for you too.”

  “I’m much more experienced than I was in high school Charlie,” I lie. “Why would you think I wouldn’t be?”

  “I don’t know,” he holds his hands up in defeat. “I’m sorry, continue if you want to.” He smiles and brings his hand up to my cheek.

  The kiss starts up again and now he’s gotten into my head. I can’t focus on what’s happening. Maybe I still give off a virgin vibe? Is that a thing? I need to get it together. He brings me back to reality when his hand finds my breast and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. It sounds like the sound I make when I taste a good piece of chocolate. I take this as a good sign and gasp as he pinches my nipple through my dress. I gasp as his expert hands take both my breasts and start to do magical things to them.

  I remind myself a girl with experience would think this was a perfectly normal thing for a man to do. Also, it doesn’t feel bad. I move closer to him putting a hand on his leg. His breathing has sped up more and his hand is now going down the front of my dress. He moves my hand to his crotch and I feel a hard bulge. I fight every urge I have to pull my hand back and clutch my pearls, and I’m not even wearing pearls. Am I really pretending I know what the hell I’m doing?

  My heart trips and stutters in my chest as his tongue presses against mine. Clouds are beginning to swirl inside my mind, making it difficult to form a rational thought. His teeth rake against my lower lip as he nibbles gently. Wow! Who knew nibbling could be so . . . hot. I sure the heck didn’t.

  I move my hand over his erection and am intrigued by how it feels like it’s getting harder with my touch. I’m not sure how but he has managed to get my bra unhooked through the back of my dress. I feel it loosen while his hand once again goes down the front and cups my breast. He pushes his tongue into my mouth once more, and I bravely suck on it leaning closer to him. I can feel his body heat radiating to mine.

  A dull throb is starting between my thighs and is steadily increasing. My heart rate kicks up a few more beats as his lips skim my jawline. I kiss his cut above his eye and the bruise on his cheek. I wonder what kind of fight he got into once again but I decide he can tell me later.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to go to dinner before dessert,” he says breathlessly against my mouth. He bucks his hips up against my hand and I squeeze it gently.

  All I can do is shake my head. Am I ready to take this all the way? What if this is it? We do it and never see each other again and then what am I left with?

  One hell of a good time, my mind purrs.

  Maybe I can just give him a blowjob, men like that, right? He gets off and I don’t have to give up my grace quite yet. Who calls it that? I’m going to have to stop warring with myself while a hot guy, have his tongue in my mouth and a hand working its way up my dress. The question is can I figure out what to do to get him to the end?

  Taking a deep breath, I make my decision.

  Chapter Seven: Ada

  I slowly slide from the couch to my knees in front of him, allowing my hands to move down his legs. My nails scrape the fabric of his pants and I force a confident smile on my face. He stiffens up and I feel the hard muscles in his legs under my palms. This will help satisfy him without having to go all the way. I chide myself for sounding like a nineteen fifties teenager. Going all the way still scares me but I really don't want him to know that. Despite my hesitation, I want this. Need this. I know the reason he went for Denise Adams instead of me in high school and the memory still burns, leaving behind an acidic taste.

  Boldly I reach up and try to unbutton his pants, my fingers catch as his hands close over mine.

  I tilt my head to the side looking up at him. His expression is kind, his eyes heated and I flutter my lashes, “Charlie?”

  His fingertips brush against my lips and I kiss them. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want the shadow of Denise in my head to win.

  “No, Ada, it's always ladies first." His voice is low and before I know what is happening he pulls me to my feet smoothly. One arm wraps around me pulling me in close squeezing tenderly. A hand splays against my spine pressing his thick bulge against my stomach and heat of his body comforts me until he pushes me back, my legs brush against the couch.

  I still don't quite get what he's talking about until he lowers me down. He pulls a cushion forward easing me back. I’m on the couch as Charlie kneels in front of me.

  “You have no idea how you look like this, do you?” Charlie looks down and his gaze follows the run of his hands up my shins. When he reaches my knees, his eyes lock with mine as he spreads them wide slowly coming between them fitting his body in the space.

  I shake my head no and he grins. So much for being sophisticated and worldly. The jig is up and it’s only a matter of time before Charlie figures out how little I know of carnal matters.

  With each traver
se of his hands, my pulse quickens and a million things go through my head. How in twenty-four years has this never been done to me before? I'd at least know what to expect. His fingers are moving up my thighs under my dress and hooking through my panties. He’s pulling them down and I swallow my trepidation as I lift my hips to ease his way. Everywhere they touch my skin tingles. He continues pulling them down slowly looking into my eyes and smiling. I’m suddenly very grateful I chose the sexy panties instead of the granny ones.

  I feel the wetness between my legs cooling with the heat of his breath. That smile is definitely doing it for me. My insides twist and my heart flutters. His mouth twists up into an even more seductive smile than before and suddenly, it is like someone turned on the waterworks. I can feel moisture gathering.

  I watch with nervous anticipation as he brings his mouth down to my knee. I gasp as the stubble of his chin grazes against the tender skin of my inner thigh. Goosebumps scatter across my legs and arms and I feel him chuckle against me.

  His eyes darken and his pupils dilate. Slowly, he flicks his tongue out against his lips and arches a brow at me. I watch as he lowers his mouth and opens it against me. His velvety tongue teases my skin, pulling a long, low hiss of pleasure from me.

  My heart is thundering through my chest like a wild stampede. The tingle he’d started with the feather-light kisses has turned into a throbbing ache that shoots from his mouth to my core. A tightness forms in the pit of my stomach and I feel my hips arching up involuntarily. I wish he’d get this on and yet I could stay frozen in this moment forever.

  He moves his mouth up my inner thigh pushing my dress up to my stomach. My hands are fumbling and I'm suddenly aware of how exposed I am sitting on my couch with the lights on in the living room. He is going to be able to see everything.

  I’m thankful for so many things at this moment; the fact that I actually shaved everywhere and I chose to wear the sexy panties instead of the granny ones. My legs shake.

  I want to stand up and shut the lights off or at least ask him to do it, but his mouth distracts me from saying anything that would stop him.

  My pulse quickens even more and I fight the urge to close my thighs as his mouth reaches the very inner thigh. There is a twinge where I nicked myself but I’m distracted immediately. His nose bumps me and traces a path downward as if he’s breathing me in before he tastes. One more small movement and he'll be in the middle of my heat. I feel him push my panties to the side.

  Despite my embarrassment, I want him there. My body has a completely different plan from my brain and I moan deeply as he moves to cover my core with a stream of warm air. The heat of his breath warms me and at the same time, it causes me to shiver.

  My hips move my body forward and he sticks out his tongue licking my folds, curling between, and sending the best sensation I've ever felt rocketing through my body. A delightful shiver tickles my limbs and cramps my stomach low with unexpected need. As I think about his tongue, his fingers making their way to my lips, and the thick ridge still hidden in his pants hot and waiting.

  "Oh my," I’m overcome with sensory overload and he chuckles against me causing another sensation with the vibration. My legs shudder and twitch as he rolls his tongue over me in slow sensual strokes. I gasp and clutch the edge of the couch, my hips trying to arch away from his mouth.

  “Relax. I’m going to make this good for you.” Charlie mumbles from between my thighs. Part of me knows I should be embarrassed by letting someone this close to my most intimate parts, but the other part of me delights in the amazing feeling of his tongue flicking the nub of my desire. I gasp and a whimper of pure pleasure slips through my lips.

  My body tenses and he chuckles again. The vibrations only serve to intensify the sensations. “Trust me!” he growls as his hands tighten around my thighs, and he pulls me tighter against his mouth. I nod. Or, at least I think I do.

  I let my head flop back on the couch cushion and revel in the feeling of his tongue curling around me. I fantasize about being in a big bed with silky sheets with each lick of his tongue. A fireplace crackles and the sparks mimic the shots of desire rocking my body. His hands grapple my thighs pushing them wider, fingers pinching. It feels so good that I don’t care about the couch getting wet, the fingerprints I’ll have tomorrow morning between my legs, or the lights above.

  A hand travels under my dress covering my tender globes. “Feels so good, Charlie.” My hand covers his and we both cup my breasts, his rubbing the nipple hard under cotton and lace, mine guiding him.

  “You taste tart and sweet.” He licks me in a long stroke and I moan uncaring who might hear me vocalize my desire. If Charlie did this for the next hour, I’d die a happy virgin. But I didn’t want to be virgin anymore.

  “More, Charlie. I want more,” I urge him to keep going.

  He pulls away faster than I can stop him and he’s fumbling with his pants and the movement cools the heat of his breath against me. The fantasy is ripped away and doubt clouds my near orgasm fueled confidence.

  The reservations I ignored are back and looming before me.

  “Ada?” Charlie is moving on top of me, covering me, but questioning me all the same.

  What the heck am I doing?

  “Stop. Please.” I push gently and then harder.

  “Yeah, okay.” Charlie backs off completely as if I’ve burned him with my icy frost looking as confused as I feel.

  “I, I don’t know what I’m doing.” I push him away and rush on unsteady legs to the bathroom. I don’t stop until I lock the door and sag against it. My breath comes out in loud pants as I squeeze my eyes shut.

  This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, now I have to hide in my bathroom forever. Too bad I left my phone in the living room or I’d call Lila and ask for help. I’m the definition of a tease, I’ve been called that before. Should I just wait until he leaves, what’s he doing out there?

  Chapter Eight: Charlie

  I sit on Addy’s couch by myself with a raging hard-on wondering what the hell just happened. Had she been pretending she wanted me for some reason? What had gone wrong? She said she wanted more and then ran away.

  Now I’m faced with making a decision. What do I do? We still have to go out to dinner, we still have to talk about a career together. Great, I’ve gone and messed this whole thing up within a few minutes because of my stupid sexual fantasies about Ada Springfield. It could have just cost myself my whole career.

  Maybe I can fix this. I walk over to the bathroom and sit down on the floor leaning my back against the wall.

  “Addy,” I say and lightly knock. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, you don’t have to stay. Really, it’s okay if you leave Charlie, I’m sorry I’m such a freak.”

  “You said you didn’t know what you were doing,” I say tentatively, “did you mean you’re still uhm, untouched.” Saying the word virgin to a twenty-four-year-old woman seems ridiculous to me, but I know it’s not out of the realm of possibility.

  It’s just she is so sexy I don’t know how nobody has gotten into her pants yet. The thought that I was almost the first person to go where nobody had been before makes me horny all over again.

  The door opens and she walks out. “Of course, not Charlie. I just got out of a serious relationship and I’m not sure I’m ready for what was about to happen.”

  She is speaking with an authoritative tone, but she won’t look at me. This leads me to believe she is lying right now. I can’t believe it. She really is still a virgin and she’s trying so hard to make me think otherwise. No wonder the little scenario happened earlier. She threw herself at me so she wouldn’t keep thinking about what she was about to do. It all makes sense now. I should have somehow figured it out and slowed things down.

  If it saves her feelings, I’ll play along for now. I just won’t let her get back into a position to give me blue balls again. I’m going to have to take cold showers for an entire month to get rid of the ache I currently have. B
ut I remember her voice and how she had made me feel and realize it will be worth it. It feels like so long since I was innocent it's nice to see the world through her eyes. She is going to be my ticket to the top, and I won’t have to worry about my money coming from dear old dad.

  “Okay, Addy, whatever you say. You ready to go eat. We can pretend that didn’t happen and just have a regular business meeting. The last thing I want is to be your rebound guy,” I tell her. With her taste still on my lips making me crave more. I remind myself and my dick this is business and to stop thinking of anything else.

  She nods but still doesn’t look my way. I watch as she pulls on her a shapeless sweater that does nothing to diminish how sexy she is and walks to the door.

  Does she think if she looks at me I’ll come after her again for sex? What kind of man does she think I am? Or is she afraid she will come after me? I remember her voicemail from so many years ago. How angry she sounded when she called me oversexed. This game might be fun to play if one of us doesn’t get hurt in the end. The issue is I have to keep her happy and committed to sing with me or all my plans fall apart.

  Maybe I should stop this game before it even starts. It would be the smart thing to do. But if we’re going to be singing together and to each other, the sexual tension will be good for the music.

  “I have a song I’ve been thinking we can start with that I’ve written. I have the pages in the truck so you can look at them on the way to the restaurant.” I tell her. Wanting her attention back on me.