by Betsy Locke
“My favorite coffee shop,” Brody replied, satisfied with himself that he chose the right place to take me.
“It's really nice in here. Except for maybe that guy smoking behind you. Do people even smoke real cigarettes anymore?”
Brody set down his coffee mug with steam hovering above it and looked behind. The man in his forties was sitting right below a sign that said no smoking. “I think it adds a little bit of that Parisian flavor this city is missing.”
I shrugged. “I guess you're kind of right. Maybe the coffee shop pays this guy to sit here all day and smoke.”
“He reminds me of my father. He used to sit in the same chair every night and smoke an entire pack of cigarettes.”
“Gross. I could never be with somebody who smokes.”
Brody shifted his leg under the table and his knee brushed up against mine. A mass of butterflies formed in my stomach. I could feel my heart pounding harder in my chest.
This felt like a first date. Or maybe something even more.
“Do you drink coffee every day?” Brody asked, his eyes ran over my chest that my black blouse was trying to hide.
“Of course,” I replied. “Doesn't everybody?”
“You ever ask why you do it every day?”
“For the caffeine? I think I would fall flat on my face if I didn't have my coffee in the morning,” I replied.
“See I think it's more than that. I think we start out drinking it to stay awake. Then our body gets dependent on it.”
“Like chemically?” I interrupted.
“Not just that but mentally. We need coffee to feel normal. If we skip it for even one day, it throws everything off. For me at least, coffee is kind of my safety blanket. It makes me feel like I'm real and alive.”
I chuckled. “I don't think I've ever heard somebody talk about coffee like they were a loved one.”
Brody looked at his watch. “Our one hour is up.”
How could the time go by so fast? I thought we had only just got here. I looked at my phone. Brody was right. I was going to be so late.
But for some reason I didn't care. I was having such a good time with him that I didn't want it to end. I had to see where this day led me. Even if that meant pissing off my boss. I had plenty of sick time anyways.
“I guess I'm skipping work today.”
“What shall we do?” he asked.
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We walked the streets of LA talking about all sorts of things: life, death, movies, and growing up.
I don't think I'd ever opened up to somebody so quickly before. I'd been on plenty of first dates before but this one felt different.
It felt like I had known Brody for a long time. I was so comfortable around him.
We ate dinner at an expensive restaurant and I argued to pay but Brody insisted. It was officially a date.
Afterwards, we crossed an interesting shop on the street. “Want to go in this bookstore?” I asked, pointing at the window that said: Lost Words.
Brody nodded and we entered a warehouse of books. Bookcases were overflowing and stacks of hardcovers were piled high to the ceiling. We couldn't even see all the way to the back. It seemed to go on forever.
“I don't think I've seen a bookstore this big before,”
“There's multiple levels,” I replied, pointing to the escalator.
We explored the various aisles, discovering that we both had a love for reading. We couldn't agree on the best genres. Brody was into science fiction and I was more into mystery/thriller. I was just happy to talk books with someone.
We spent over two hours, recommending each other books, talking about any other subject that popped into our heads.
It was almost closing time and the place was deserted. We were lost in the stacks on the third level somewhere between the romance and cooking books.
Brody was so close to me and I could smell his manly scent. It made that need between my legs throb with desire. I wanted it and he wanted it. All that was left was for him to actually make that first move.
He leaned in and I closed my eyes. Our lips touched and I felt a wildfire spread through me. Brody held me in his arms.
I didn't know one kiss could do so much.
Chapter Four
We made out in the bookstore until they kicked us out. I know what I wanted next but there was nowhere for us to go.
“I have a place,” Brody offered.
“As long as it's not a seedy hotel.”
Brody laughed. “It's much better than that but we'll have to take a cab.” He waved one down and we jumped in, holding hands the entire way.
I liked the way his fingers traced circles in my palm. I couldn't help but feel like this was a really special time. I wanted to try and remember every moment of the day so I would never forget any of it.
The cab dropped us off in front of a tall building and Brody paid the cabbie. “This looks like a hotel to me,” I said.
“But not a seedy one,” Brody replied.
I couldn't argue with that. The place looked very high class. A hotel that I wouldn't even be able to rent for one night.
Brody led me inside and into the opulent lobby. We walked right through and to the elevator. “Don't we need to a reserve a room?” I asked.
Brody hit the button and smiled. “I own the loft apartment here.”
The doors chimed and opened. We walked in and my jaw had dropped. “Wait, if you own a place here, why do you commute by train?”
Brody slipped a card into a slot and hit the top floor. “Like I said before, LA isn't really for me. But sometimes I work very late and it's just easier to stay here instead.”
“I thought you were just a developer that worked for an app company?”
The elevator ascended and Brody tilted his head from side to side. “Well I actually own the company.”
“So you're loaded then?”
“I guess you can say that.”
I began to sweat profusely. My pulse rose higher. I thought I was spending the day with a guy who was struggling just like me. But Brody was nothing like me.
He could tell that I was freaking out in my head. He put his hand out to try and calm me. “It's no big deal, Aria.”
“No big deal? You're fucking rich! Here I am telling you all about my miserable problems and you're nodding right along like you have the same problems.”
“Well money doesn't always solve everything.”
I think steam was blowing out of my ears at that point. “How do I even know I was talking to the real you?” My hands were balled into fists and I wanted to punch him right in the face.
Brody held me by my shoulders and kissed me. His lips were pressed against me hard. I tried to resist at first but I couldn't help but get lost in the passion. My body relaxed and I slipped my tongue into his mouth.
The elevator opened up to a long hallway with a single door at the end. Brody broke away and walked out. He turned to me and offered his hand. “I promise that you were with the real me the entire day.”
The kiss had magically calmed me down. I don't know why the money thing had affected me so much. It was just the shock of it.
I took Brody's hand and he brought me to his front door. “You don't have to come in if you don't want to. I would understand.”
“I'm sorry about that. I'm all right now. I want to see your place.”
Brody opened the door and my jaw dropped again. Dark wood floors covered the entire apartment. Large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Los Angeles. Expensive furniture that looked straight out of one of those home magazines.
“Would you like a drink?” Brody asked, taking me into the biggest kitchen I'd ever seen. Dark cabinets with white marble counter-tops. The fridge itself was as wide as it was tall.
Brody opened a cabinet and brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels, ginger ale, and two glasses. He mixed two drinks and handed me one.
“You don't have to bring the cheap stuff out in worry of offending me. I'm okay now
.”
Brody looked at the bottle of whiskey. “I like the cheap stuff.”
I took a sip of the alcohol and could feel it burn slightly on the way down. I drank more to set myself at ease. I needed to unwind a little bit after my outburst.
Brody eyed me as he drank. His eyes told me everything I needed to know. Desire oozed off his skin. We wouldn't be able to contain ourselves much longer. Especially with liquor in our systems.
I thought about maybe denying him my body. Making him wait until at least our second date. Weren't relationships supposed to fail if you slept with the guy on the first date? Or was it the other way around and relationships succeeded.
I couldn't remember. But I did know that I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't let myself go.
I set my drink down and walked slowly over to Brody, my hips swaying back and forth. “I don't want to wait any longer,” I said.
Chapter Five
Brody didn't waste a second and his lips were on me instantly. He slammed me against the kitchen island and pressed his body to me.
I could feel his pulsing erection on my stomach, calling to me. My hands tugged at his suit jacket, trying to get it off as fast as I could.
Brody broke away and slipped the jacket off his shoulders. He started to unbutton the shirt beneath.
I took that as my cue to take my blouse off. I pulled it up and over my head and shifted my black bra to make sure my large breasts were not popping out.
Brody's eyes lit up at the sight of my tits. His mouth was almost watering. He discarded his shirt onto the ground and approached me with a hungry lust. His muscles were tight and big. A six-pack graced his stomach and his arms were almost the size of my boobs. He definitely spent a lot of time at the gym.
Brody kissed me once again, one hand slipping around my bare back while the other one felt up my tits over my bra. His lips moved down to my neck and bit my lightly. His kisses ran down my collarbone and then to my cleavage.
He moaned in my chest and ran his tongue over my peaks. I craned my head back and ran my fingers through his hair. “That feels so good,” I said.
Brody unsnapped my bra with one hand and I slipped my arm through the straps. His hands were on my tits before the bra even hit the ground. He mashed my boobs together, kneading them with his fingers like they were dough.
He came back up and kissed my lips again, circling his tongue around my mouth. I reached down and felt his shaft over his pants. The thin fabric didn't leave much to the imagination. Brody was huge and I needed to feel that humongous cock inside me.
My fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Brody unzipped them for me and slipped his legs out of them.
I got down on my knees and slowly peeled his white boxer briefs down until his long and thick meat was exposed. I felt like I was unwrapping a present on Christmas day.
His cock stood straight up, throbbing and bouncing up and down. I grasped him with both hands and Brody moaned at my touch. “You're so big,” I said, clearing my hair from my face.
“Take my cock in your mouth,” Brody demanded.
I kissed his tip and flicked it with my tongue to tease him just a little bit. Brody tugged at my long hair and my mouth shot open. My eyes caught his and I knew I couldn't play around anymore. I returned to his rod and slid my lips around him, pushing his cock deep down my throat.
Brody screamed at the top of his lungs as my head bobbed up and down, taking every inch of him until I almost gagged.
“Stroke me while you suck me off,” Brody said.
I gripped his base and rubbed him while he forced his cock deeper down my throat. His grasp on my hair tightened. He wouldn't be able to last much longer. His cum would be bubbling out of my mouth soon and running down my chin. I wanted to taste all of it.
I picked up speed, sucking on him hard and squeezing his cock in my hand. Brody's breathing quickened.
Here it comes...
Brody pulled out suddenly and I awaited the rush of semen to hit me in the chest and face. He slowly stroked his hard cock, his eyes shut as he tried to bring himself back from the brink.
“That was a close one. You're too good at that. Now turn around and put your palms on the counter.”
I smiled at the order and faced away from Brody. I bent over the kitchen island and placed my hands out in front of me. My breasts were pressed against the cold surface and goosebumps formed on my arms.
Brody's hands slipped around my waist and to my front. He unsnapped my jeans and tugged at them until they were around my ankles along with my panties.
He stepped away to admire me. “I've been waiting for this ass all day.”
“It's all yours. Take it,” I replied.
Brody put one hand on my back and the other on my hip. He clenched my love handle and forced his gigantic cock inside me.
My wet pussy was so slick that he slid right into me. I gasped and grabbed onto the edges of the counter as Brody filled me up to the limit. I wouldn't be able to take anymore.
Brody slammed into me again and again, his hips rocking back and forth. “You're so tight,” he announced.
“Don't stop fucking me!” I cried out.
Brody's hand moved from my back to my shoulder and forced his cock into me harder and deeper than before.
My eyes began to roll into the back of my head. The pleasure was too much to handle. “I'm going to come!”
“Come with me, baby.”
We both found our release at the same moment, my body bucking against Brody. He unloaded inside me, draining his balls until they were completely empty.
That wouldn't be the last orgasm of the night. We were only getting started.
Chapter Six
I awoke the next morning, feeling refreshed. Last night was the best night of rest I'd had in a very long time. It must've been all that vigorous exercise.
Brody spooned me from behind, our limbs entangled. I could feel his flaccid penis pressed against my ass. One hand grasped one of my breasts like it was a stuffed animal.
I settled back against him and closed my eyes. I wanted to stay here forever.
My eyes shot open and I bolted out of bed. “Holy shit! I'm going to be late for work again!” I scoured the floor for my clothes, finding my jeans but not my panties.
Brody woke up and rubbed his tired eyes. “You don't have to work today.”
“What are you talking about?” I yelled at him. “It's Thursday.”
Brody grabbed my hand and stopped me. “My woman is not going to work anymore. Not when she's with me.”
We kissed and I fell back into his arms.
There were certainly benefits when it came to dating a billionaire.
The End
Story Nine