by D. L. Gallie
“You are more of a gossip than Halle and Crissy combined. I’m not talking about my kiss with Marlee. It’s none of your business.” Leaning my elbows on my desk, I rub my temples. Looking up at Kasey I ask, “How upset is she?”
“She’s crushed. That must have been some kiss. Gage, when she heard about Mandy, she deflated instantly. She was hurt deeply. You need to fix this.”
“How do I do that?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “No idea, but I know where she’ll be tonight. Maybe you could pop by and smooth things over.”
“I’ll give it a go. Where and when?”
“We are meeting at Branson and Kody's new bar, Bin 501.” I laugh when I hear this. “What’s so funny?”
“That’s where we had drinks. Our kiss happened in the parking lot.”
“So romantic, Gage, in the parking lot. But it’s also perfect, it can be the place where you fix this.”
“What time?”
“We are heading there from here. Be you usual asshole self until five, then when we leave here, give us an hour or so to unwind, AND then swoop in and fix this with Marlee, because she is the best thing to come into your life.” She pauses and adds, “And you both deserve to be happy, Gage.”
Nodding my head, my mind flits to Marlee. No wonder she’s pissed at me. Fucking, Mandy. When I look up, I see Kasey is no longer in my office. I laugh that she would leave without saying goodbye, but then again, that’s Kase.
For the rest of the afternoon, I try to work on this report, but my mind keeps drifting to Marlee and what I’m going to do to fix this. What is this woman doing to me? I don’t care about their feelings, I don’t care about them at all…until now, until Marlee.
Finally, 5:45 p.m. rolls around, shutting off my Mac, I grab my stuff and leave. Walking to my car many different scenarios of what will happen when I arrive at Bin 501 run through my mind. They range from a slap, her throwing herself at me, and my biggest fear, her blowing me off and ignoring me. That last scenario scares me the most. Never has a woman held my attention like Marlee has, I want more…that both thrills and terrifies me.
Parking my car in the same spot as the last time I was here, I take that as a good sign. Walking across the parking lot, my nerves kick in. With sweaty palms, I take a deep breath and swing the door open. Stepping inside, I look up and freeze. My mouth drops open and my heart stops beating.
8
My eyes are locked on Marlee, her head is thrown back and she’s laughing. Tonight, she looks sensational, she’s always stunning but this evening she is exceptionally gorgeous. She’s wearing a sexy, little black halter number that hugs her curves and showcases her ohh-so-sexy legs and ass. Her feet are encased in a pair of super high heels and they only accentuate the sexiness of her lower half. She leans her elbows on the high-top table, pushing her breasts together…breasts I want to lose myself in. The women around her are pretty, but none of them hold a candle to my Marlee…yes, MY Marlee.
Kasey notices me and smiles, nodding to Marlee, she raises her eyebrows in a ‘go get em’, tiger’ kind of way. Putting one foot in front of the other, I make my way over to the group just as Kasey’s fiancé, Kody, comes over to join them. Kase stands up and he kisses her passionately. I watch the two of them together, and for the first time in my life, I want that. I want what they have. Unconditional love and eyes only for one another. My gaze drifts to Marlee and I’m happy to see that she’s staring at me. I smile at her but when I do, she immediately looks away. My hearts deflates a little at this, but I know that I need to set her straight in regard to Mandy. Fucking, Mandy.
Needing liquid courage, I head toward the bar.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks.
“Two glasses of ver-something-o, please?”
He laughs at me, “Verdelho?”
“That’s the one.”
“Coming right up.”
With our drinks in hand, I walk back to the group. I’m just about to approach Marlee when Mandy stops me. “Is one of them for me?” she purrs.
“No,” I snap in reply. My voice louder than I expected and everyone from work turns to look at us. Marlee’s face drops when she sees who I’m chatting with. Mandy, rests her hand on my arm and I flinch at the contact. “Stop, Mandy. There is nothing between us and there never will be. And I don’t appreciate you spreading false rumors around about me.” My eyes are locked on Marlee’s as I say this.
“But—”
“No, no buts, Mandy.” I look back at her and stare daggers at her. “Never. Going. To. Happen.” I pause between each word for emphasis. Mandy huffs and stalks off. Kasey gives me a thumbs-up. Nodding, I smile back at her and turn my attention back to Marlee and take the final few steps so I’m standing in front of her.
“Hey there,” I quietly say, greeting her how she greeted me in the grocery store the other day.
“Hi,” she shyly replies in return as I place one of the wine glasses on the table in front of her. My heart is beating a million miles a minute, suddenly I’m nervous. “I got you a glass of vermelho.”
She looks up at me confused, her eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Verdelho?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said,” I reply, my eyes locked on hers.
She shakes her head. “Nope. Pretty sure you just said vermelho.” She’s smirking at me. “Seems there’s a lot I need to teach you about wine, Gage Grainger.”
Hearing her say my name stirs something inside of me and without thinking or missing a beat, I hesitantly ask, “How about you teach me over dinner then?”
Everything around me fades away.
The noise of the bar silences around me.
I’m focused on Marlee, and Marlee only.
She’s focused on me in return.
Our eyes are fused to one another.
We stare intently at each other.
She swallows deeply.
I swallow deeply.
She smiles.
I smile.
Quietly she finally murmurs, “I’d like that.”
From the other end of the table, I hear Kasey loudly whisper, “Yes.” And from the corner of my eye, I see her fist pump the air triumphantly.
“Great. Awesome,” I goofily say in reply. What is this woman doing to me? I once again say to myself, as I take the empty seat beside her, placing my glass on the table next to hers.
Leaning back in my chair, I rest my arm across the back of her chair and pick up my glass. “A toast. To learning more about wine…and you.”
She blushes when I add the ‘and you’ part but she picks up her glass. “I’ll drink to that,” she says, as she gently taps her glass against mine. She brings the glass to her lips, my eyes watch intently as she takes a sip. She swallows before her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, gently biting it.
Leaning into her, I run my nose up to her ear and whisper, “I’d really like to lick and bite that lip.”
Her eyes snap to mine, and she whispers, “I’d really like you to bite my lip,” lowering her voice she sexily murmurs, “and lick other things.”
Bending forward, I softly place my lips against hers for a kiss. Before I pull back, I gently nip and tug on her bottom lip. Pulling back, I notice her neck and cheeks are pink, aroused pink. Her breathing is labored. Her eyes full of lust and desire. Over her shoulder, I notice everyone at the table is staring at us; mouths open in shock.
Marlee notices where I’m looking and turns her head to see what I’m staring at. “What?” she asks.
“That was hot,” Chelle says. “If I wasn’t already knocked up, that would totally do it.”
Marlee drops her gaze and stares at her lap, I find myself grinning. Leaning into her again, I ask, “Do you want to get out of here? Go somewhere, just the two of us?”
She looks up at me. She doesn’t say anything for what feels like a million years, but in reality, it was only a few seconds. “I’d like that.”
We quickly finish our drinks, stand up to
leave, and say our goodbyes. Linking my fingers with hers, we walk out of the bar for a night that, hopefully, will be the beginning of something beautiful.
9
We open the door and step outside, snow has started to fall again. The air is chilly yet heated at the same time. The connection between us is palpable. Marlee drops my hand and slips on her coat. Rather than putting my coat on, I take the time to check her out. Fuck, she is gorgeous! Never have I seen a more stunning woman. “You really are beautiful, Marlee,” I say to her. Brushing a strand of her ink black hair behind her ear, I graze the tips of my finger along her chin, before cupping her cheek. Gently I rub my thumb just under her ear. We both stare at one another for a few moments. Even with the snow falling, the air around us is warm and thick with arousal.
We step forward at the same time. Our lips crash together. Our tongues flick and dance and slide together. Our hands roam and squeeze and explore.
It’s carnal.
It’s heated.
It’s raw.
It’s definitely not suitable for public, but we are both lost in the moment with not a care in the world. The moment is broken when the door behind us opens. We jump and quickly pull apart, her cheeks darken with embarrassment. I’m trying to hold back a laugh, as soon as the couple steps past us; I grab her hand and drag her toward my car. When we reach the passenger side, I press her against the door and slam my lips against hers.
A moment of déjà vu occurs, but I brush it aside and continue to assault Marlee's mouth with my tongue.
We pull apart, both of us breathing heavily.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
“Take me home,” she breathlessly whispers.
“With pleasure,” I roughly growl.
Unlocking my car, I open the door for her and wait for her to slide into her seat. With a grin on my face, I quickly round the hood, climb into the driver’s seat, and speed back to my place.
Pulling into my parking spot, Marlee is out of the car before I even have my belt off. She waits for me by the hood, her chest heaving, her eyes full of desire and need. My cock is hard as a rock; painfully pressing against my zipper. Stalking toward her, I grip her cheeks and slam my lips against hers. She grips my shoulders and returns the kiss. Pulling back, she pants, “Upstairs. Now.” Tugging on my hand, she drags us toward to elevators.
She pushes the button and the doors immediately open. That never happens, I think to myself as we climb in and press the button for my floor. As soon as the doors close, Marlee pounces. She pushes me against the sidewall and covers my mouth with hers. She runs her hand down my chest and grips me through my dress pants. I moan into her mouth as she squeezes me harder. Gripping her wrist, I hold her firmly. “Marl, if you keep that up, I’m going to come in my pants in this elevator.”
She giggles and pulls her hand away and steps back.
We stare at one another as the doors begin to close—I hadn’t even realized we had arrived at my floor. Lifting my hand, I stop the doors closing and we both step out.
Marlee looks up and down the corridor, unsure of which way to go. Grabbing her hand, I pull her down the hall toward my door at the end. Digging into my pocket, I pull my keys out. My movements are thwarted as Marlee wraps her arms around me from behind. She’s already unbuttoning my shirt, running her palms along my abs, and right in this moment, I’m wishing I’d hit the gym.
She nibbles my neck just below my ear, and whispers, “Hurry the fuck up, Grainger, or I’m going to mount you in the hallway here and give your neighbor a show.”
Turning my head, I glare at her and growl, “Not fucking happening, woman.” She giggles and it sends shock waves straight to my already straining cock.
Quickly, I slip the key into the chamber, turn, unlock, and shove the door open. Grabbing her hand, I pull her into my apartment. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I spin her around, slamming her against the door. Her head snaps back and hits the wood. “Ow,” she says, as she rubs the back of her head.
“Shit, sorry,” I apologize, but before I can assess if she’s okay, she spins us around so my back is now against the door. She grips me though my pants and licks her lips. She stares intently at me as her nimble fingers undo my belt, pop the button, and lower my zipper. She pushes her hand in and around to my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks before shimmying my briefs and pants down my legs. She lowers to her knees and licks her lips. Her eyes are locked on mine, as her tongue darts out and she gently grazes her tongue over the tip. Her touch is featherlight, but it sends lightning bolts through my body and I groan in pleasure.
She opens her mouth and wraps her lips around my shaft, I almost come there and then. Her sexy hot mouth wrapped around my cock is pure bliss. It's fucking heaven. She bobs her head and slides my cock in and out of her mouth, I lose all motor function. I groan and garble incoherent words. Never has a blowjob felt so good before. She reaches up and cups my balls, massaging the pleasure spot that immediately sets me off, and I come without warning. She sucks every last drop from me.
She removes her mouth from my cock, lifts her finger, and sexily wipes a spill. With her eyes on me, she slips her finger into her mouth and sucks. “MMMMM,” she murmurs as I slide down the door. My ass hits the cold tiles but I’m too wiped to care. Best fucking blowjob of my life. With a smile on my face, I lean back into the door and let out a contented sigh.
Marlee shimmies forward and straddles my lap. She rests her palms on my chest and grins when she feels how fast my heart is beating. Removing her hands, she grips the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head. My heart stops beating at the stunning sight before me. She’s wearing the sexiest strapless bra I have ever seen. It’s sheer and showcases her cleavage perfectly.
My hand lifts on their own accord and I cup her plump mounds. They fit in my palms perfectly, I gently squeeze, garnering a sexy little moan from her. Leaning forward, I pull the cup of her bra down and lower my mouth. My tongue darts out and swirls around the tip before I suck her nipple, forming a perfect stiff peak. With my thumb and fingertip, I pinch and roll her nipple between my fingers. She throws her head back, moans, and begins to grind herself on my legs.
She lifts her head and stares directly at me. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and drops it onto the tiled floor beside us. With a smile, I mash my face between her breasts. Nipping and licking across her skin. As I massage one breast, I suck on the other before licking across her chest, repeating the process again and again. Kissing my way up her chest, and along her chin, I reach her lips. Gently placing my lips against hers, we kiss. It’s slow. It’s sensual. It’s soft. It’s full of passion but it quickly turns heated and carnal.
Running my palms down her side, I skim my finger along the top of her panties before cupping her mound. The material is soaked with her arousal. “You’re so wet,” I murmur into our kiss, as I continue to stroke up and down her slit; she moans in reply as I push the material aside and slip a finger into her sex. She groans into the kiss as I pump my finger in and out. Slipping in a second finger, she moans my name and never has my name sounded so erotic. I press my thumb down on her clit, her head flies back, and she explodes around my fingers, screaming my name as her orgasm unleashes.
Leaning forward she rests her forehead on my shoulder as I remove my fingers. She sits back and watches as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. Her cheeks are a shade that I like to call orgasmic pink, her chest is heaving. She licks her bottom lip and quietly whispers, “Fuck me, Gage.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice.
My cock is once again rock-hard. She slides her panties down her thighs and quickly slips them off. I reach into my pants, pull out my wallet, and grab a condom. She takes it from my fingers, tears it open with her teeth, and slides it down my cock. Lifting onto her knees, she rests her hands on my shoulders and with our eyes on one another, she slides down my shaft. When she’s fully seated, she looks down and watches as she thrusts
her hips sliding up and down my cock. My eyes track down her body and watch as her pussy clenches around me. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around her back for support as she increases her thrusts. She makes a moan in the back of her throat and I know she’s close. I’m close too but I will myself not to come until she has. Sliding my hand between us, I press on her clit, and with a guttural cry, she clenches my cock tighter causing us to come together. We moan and groan as pleasure rockets throughout our bodies.
We both still, she collapses into my shoulder and I hug her closer to me. We are both panting like we’ve just run a marathon. She raises her head and with a smile that lights up her face, she whispers, “Wow.”
“You ain't see nothing yet, baby,” I pant in reply. She giggles and snuggles into my chest farther. Her breath warming my already heated skin. With my arms around her lower back, I stand up. She wraps her legs around my waist and drapes her arms over my shoulders as I toe off my shoes and kick off my pants. Walking us into my apartment, I step through the living room, into my bedroom, and head for the shower. Leaning in, I turn it on and step back. Once the water is warm, I step in. Marlee is still in my arms and when the warm water hits us, we both sigh in pleasure. Our bodies tense and exhausted after our doorway fuck.
She lowers herself down, squirts some of my bodywash into her hands and begins to soap me up. Her hands glide over my body and my cock starts to stir again. I’ve got good stamina, but never like this before. Marlee does things to me like no one ever has. When she starts to soap herself up, I groan and she smirks. Watching her hands rub over her breasts and between her legs is so sexy. “Marlee, that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
She looks at me and with a smirk, and huskily says, “What? This?” She lifts her leg and places her foot on the shower bench, slides her hand down her stomach, and runs her finger down her slit and slips it between her lips. She moans. I groan. The air around us, hot and steamy, thick with desire and need.