Train Wreck

by T Gephart

  “I like this game.” I nodded to the sidewalk in the direction we needed to go, my place not far. “Full disclosure, I told Jack you had a boyfriend.”

  “Well, that’s interesting.” She fell into step beside me. “I don’t remember falling into a relationship recently. I hope my new boyfriend is better than my last one.” She side-eyed me before adding, “Because, full disclosure, I’m done being with someone out of habit.”

  “Noted. And I wasn’t assuming, by the way.” I laughed, pressing my hand against her back as I guided her around the corner. “But full disclosure, if you were with me, it would be for a lot of reasons, and habit wouldn’t be one of them.”

  “Full disclosure, that’s pretty freaking hot.” She shot me a grin, her feet continuing to move. “And I’m really hoping I find out.”

  “Full disclosure, that option—if you want it—is on the table.”

  I wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to play games, or bullshit women with crap I thought they wanted to hear. And maybe that was why I hadn’t settled down for a while. Who knew? Yet that other stuff, wasn’t in me and if I had to fake it, it wasn’t worth it to me. But even saying all of that, I’d never been so honest with a woman and laid it all out on the line. Still, couldn’t make myself regret it.

  “I really, really like this game too.” She leaned into me, fitting perfectly under my arm. “Maybe we should skip my place and stay at yours.”

  “Nope, I want to see what you were going to show me.” We got to my apartment and walked to where my Jeep was parked. “You won’t get out of it that easily, get in.”

  Get in? That’s what we’ve been trying to do, screamed my balls, wondering why the hell I was turning down her offer to go upstairs. And I couldn’t say that I didn’t agree with them, and that my decision to not, wasn’t a bad one.

  But I liked this girl, and for reasons I hadn’t fully explored yet either. So I wasn’t going to blow it by treating her like a sex toy. And if I were lucky, I’d get to see what made her tick and have her body. It was all or nothing, and I wanted the package deal.

  I jumped into the driver’s seat and started the car, the engine under the hood rumbling to life as I pulled out from my parking spot and onto the road.

  “This is exactly what I thought you’d drive.” She smiled, looking around at the interior. “It’s so rugged. Manly.”

  “Thanks, I guess.” Not entirely sure if that was a compliment. I’d never given that much thought to the car. I had the Jeep because I liked it, what people thought about it didn’t really factor into it.

  “And you?” I looked over at her as I changed lanes. “What do you drive?”

  Call me curious, and I wasn’t even sure she had a car. But if she thought a Jeep was typical for me, then I imagined something red and flashy was her go to.

  “Um, just like a regular sedan.” Her smile told me there was nothing regular about the car she drove.

  “Like a Ford?” I baited, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell it was. “Or do you mean regular like a BMW?”

  “It’s a Tesla.” She bit her lip, side-eyeing me. “It’s environmentally responsible.”

  “Eve, you have a massively warped definition of regular.” I laughed, those cars on the serious side of eighty K. “Let me guess, it’s red?”

  “No.” She coughed nervously, meeting my raised eyebrow. “Okay, fine it is.”

  “This is good. Talking. Getting to know each other.” I nodded, my eyes back on the road. “First date stuff.”

  We had kind of done the relationship thing ass end around. I knew about her insecurities, her dreams, bits about her family and of course the disaster that was her boyfriend, but I didn’t know the normal stuff. Like her address or what set of wheels she drove, so it was good to get caught up.

  “Yeah, I guess it is.”

  So we talked, filling in the blanks as we made the commute. It was the first time I hadn’t cared we were stuck in traffic, the time in the car giving us an opportunity we hadn’t had before. And it’s not like we could do anything else. I hadn’t mastered the art of making out while still keeping my hands on the wheel, so that would have to wait.

  Driving through Manhattan, it was obvious how different we were. And it was more than just real estate. But while she wore nice clothes and had gone to a fancy college, she didn’t seem as pretentious as I thought someone who lived on the Upper East Side would be. She had a realness to her that was so freaking endearing. And while there were some moments of privilege I saw poke through, for the most part she wasn’t the spoiled princess I would have expected if I’d seen this world before getting to know her. Sure, I was stereotyping, but we all did it. I’m sure she had her own ideas on me.

  “I’m here.” She pointed to a flashy high rise, the shiny glass windows catching the afternoon sun.

  I had expected nice, given where we were on the island. But her apartment building was really, really fucking nice. I hadn’t even seen the inside yet, and I could already tell.

  She directed me to the undercover garage and I pulled into an available guest space. The existence of the spot in that part of town was a massive giveaway about how much she was probably paying in rent. I didn’t bring it up though, just eased the Wrangler in between the two white lines and killed the engine.

  Next was the elevator, she leaned into me and I kissed her neck as we climbed the floors, the lights on the display board getting higher until we almost reached the top. Yeah, her apartment probably cost more for a month than I made in a year.

  “You live here by yourself?” I asked as we walked to the front door, her hand wrestling with the keys and her sketchpad under her arm. She hadn’t mentioned a roommate, but then again I hadn’t asked either.

  “Yeah, just me. I was living with Oliver before he turned out to be a bastard, but now it’s just me.”

  I didn’t like the idea—her living with another guy—but it had nothing to do with me. I reminded myself if not for his epic fuck up, I wouldn’t have met her. Besides, I was still coming to terms with her address.

  Do not bring up money.

  Do not bring up money.

  Opening the door was like being slapped in the face with the dissimilarities between us. And it wasn’t just about the money, even though that was a big part of it. It was her furniture style, her framed pictures, the way she neatly placed her keys into a crystal bowl that sat on a side table by the entrance. Walking in there felt like I was at the ballet, the dancers knew what they were doing and made it look effortless—but not everyone was going to be able to get on their toes or look good in a pair of tights.

  “You okay?” She cocked her head to the side trying to read my reaction.

  “Yeah, I . . .” Do not mention money. “You have a really nice place.”

  “It’s a lot, isn’t it?” She kicked off her shoes and pulled me into the living room. “I know what it looks like, the big apartment in the nice part of town. But it belongs to my parents, and I rent it.” She looked at me, her eyes fierce with determination as she kicked up her chin. “I know I’m lucky and I’m not going to pretend I’m poor, but money doesn’t mean everything was easy for me. Or that I haven’t had to work for things.”

  Like I said, honesty. She constantly surprised me, and now was no different. She might have been a product of it all—the flash and cash—but something told me she wasn’t going to let it define her.

  “You don’t need to explain yourself or apologize for having money.” I pulled her in close, wanting my hands around her.

  “I know and I’m not.” She pressed her palms to my chest. “But I see that look in your eyes and I know what it means.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to give you a look.” I kissed the top of her head. “I just didn’t realize that there was all of this.” I gestured to the space around us. “It was a little more than what I was expecting.”

  “Yeah well, it’s just an apartment.” She shrugged. “Now let me show you what we came
here for.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  She tugged on my arm leading me to her massive leather couch, pushing me down on it as she joined me on the other side. The coffee table in front of us was covered in paper, some in various stages of completion, alternating between gray scale and color.

  “What’s this?” I picked up one of the sheets, the face staring back at me like looking into a mirror.

  It was really good too, not only in likeness but I could tell she’d put a lot of work into it. And both of us, the guy on the page and the one holding it, seemed really fucking pleased.

  “Some guy’s face I like.” She laughed, taking the picture back. “Full disclosure, I’ve drawn him a lot.”

  “Just his face.” I snapped the picture up and held it beside my head for comparison. “Or are there other things as well? And full disclosure, that’s kind of a turn on.”

  Turn on was an understatement. The thought of her drawing me made me so hard, my dick was losing circulation.

  “Well, all I’ve really seen has been his face.” Her mouth pulled into a frown. “Although I’d really like to see the rest of him.”

  “I think that can be arranged.” Getting naked right now was too soon, right? Because I would like nothing more than to play show and tell with her. “And I’m done talking about myself in the third person.”

  Her tongue parted out of her mouth, flicking across her lips and I knew what she was thinking.

  We were alone, together, with no chance of interruptions.

  And whatever reasons we had for keeping our hands to ourselves didn’t seem so important anymore.

  It was dangerous.

  “Tell me, Eve, what do you want to show me?”

  Eve

  BEING ALONE WITH JOSH WAS HARDER THAN I thought it would be. And by harder, I didn’t mean the sizeable erection I could see when I looked down.

  Crap.

  He caught me looking at it.

  “Something you want to see?” His eyes followed mine down, the bulge straining against his jeans.

  What were we here for? Oh, that’s right. The watercolors.

  “It was easier to think when you weren’t so close.” My hand, completely of its own accord, reached and touched his thigh.

  “Do you want me to leave?” He leaned back moving his arm to the back of the couch, allowing me room to get closer. “We could go somewhere public?”

  He was being a gentleman, trying to do the right thing and be a nice guy. I knew it and should have appreciated it. That even though he was obviously aroused, he wasn’t pushing me. Problem was, gratitude wasn’t what I felt.

  “No, don’t leave.” My fingers gripped the denim of his jeans, stupidly fooled in believing their hold alone would have been enough if he chose otherwise. “I want to be alone with you. I really want to be alone with you.”

  “This wasn’t how I wanted this to go down, honestly.” His nose grazed the side of my face. “I wanted to take you out, talk. But being this close to you.” He sucked in a breath. “Fuck it.”

  His mouth was on mine as he hauled me into his lap, my legs straddling him as we kissed. It wasn’t soft, his lips demanding as mine opened with a mewl, wanting him inside of me any way I could.

  I felt his hard length pressing against my core, my jeans and his providing too much of a barrier, and I needed them off. I wanted to be naked, feeling his skin on mine while we kissed.

  It was crazy, a symphony of lips and tongues, and breaths stolen from each other as our hands roamed out of control. I couldn’t get close enough.

  “Take off your shirt.” My fingertips gripped around the hem, peeling it off him with or without his permission. Lucky for me he didn’t seem to mind, yanking it over his head and tossing it aside, his perfectly chiseled chest completely bare for me to see.

  Wow.

  “Wow.” I thought and said it at the same time. Most of his toned skin covered with a landscape of color that only enhanced his amazing torso. A six-pack didn’t come close. It was more like an eight-pack, with his waist thinning into the most delicious V that not even sitting down could hide.

  “This is amazing.” My fingers traced the lines of the eagle, wings outstretched in flight, which sprawled from the top of his left pectoral to his right. “It’s beautiful.” My hand ghosted across the delicate feathers, down to the powerful talons in the middle of his chest.

  “The art or me?” he laughed, moving his mouth to my neck. “And is it wrong that at this point, I don’t care which.”

  “All of you,” I moaned, my fingers exploring every curve and hard line, craving more contact. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “That’s what I’m supposed to say to you,” he eased my head to the side, sucking the skin at the curve of my neck. “Not the other way around.”

  I felt his hand move to the hem of my top, his fingers slipping underneath as he cupped my bra. “These have been taunting me all day.”

  “Take it off.” I arched into him, sacrificing his mouth for more of his hands.

  He didn’t hesitate, his hands getting busy wrenching off my top to reveal my lacy bra. “Now this,” he kissed the swell of my breast, “is beautiful.”

  Moving his fingers to my back, he flicked the clasp as the lace gave way. His eyes locked on mine as he pulled the straps from my shoulders, slowly revealing my naked chest.

  “I don’t have any pretty pictures on mine.” I watched as his hands moved to my skin.

  “Anything on there would be a distraction.”

  He lowered his head, his lips curling around one nipple as his fingers tightened around the other. “God. You’re perfect.”

  I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying, my mind so lost in the sensation as he closed his mouth and sucked.

  “Josh.” My hands threaded through his hair as he moved his mouth to my other breast, giving them both equal attention. “Don’t stop.”

  He didn’t, showing me how talented his tongue was as he moved it back to my mouth.

  My body rocked against him, the pressure between my legs building as my hips bucked. My body was so primed, so ready, I would probably come the minute he got my bottom half naked.

  “Josh, please.” My hips ground on his lap, his hard length teasing me to insanity.

  “Eve, I’m not fucking you on the first date.” His hands stilled my hips, his breathing labored as he tried to rein it in.

  What?

  What!

  He couldn’t stop. Not when I was so close, my body so desperate to come. Now was not the time to be polite.

  “No. No, it’s okay.” I kissed his chin, the stubble covering his jaw scratching my lips. “I want to and it’s not really our first date. It’s fine.” My lips continued to kiss him as I tried to find traction in his lap. His hands locked around me refused to let me find my release.

  “You’re not making it easy for me,” he groaned, his body tense.

  “Good.” My hands lowered to his belt as I started taking matters into my own hands. “Please, I need you.”

  It was tricky with our bodies so close but I managed to unlatch his belt and then start on his jeans, my hands feeling how hard he was as I worked his length.

  “No.” His feet planted on the floor as his legs rose off the couch taking me with him as he stood. “Not like this, not now.”

  My body froze, his voice like a kill switch, stopping all movement.

  Seriously, what was the problem with me and men?

  All I wanted to do was get lost in an orgasm with a guy I thought was incredibly sexy but nooooooooo, he had some moral code or something.

  “O-kay.” I attempted to unwrap my legs from his waist, dejected and extremely frustrated. I had already begged, there wasn’t much point of continuing. “Put me down, Josh.”

  He didn’t release me, his hands locked on my ass, keeping my legs around him.

  “Okay, so you can put me down and I’ll get dressed.” My body bucked, accepting nothing was going to h
appen and seeing no reason to continue the mortification.

  “I said I wasn’t going to fuck you on the first date, Eve.” His eyes locked on mine, his face so full of need I had no idea how he could say no. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to make you come.”

  “What?” The word squeaked out as he turned and lowered me back onto the couch, my brain not comprehending what was happening.

  My back hit the soft cushioned surface, freeing up his hands to unbutton my jeans and strip them off. My legs fell open as he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands wrapped around my underwear and tore them off. I was completely bare, exposed as he looked at me with hooded eyes.

  If he wasn’t going to have sex with me, what the hell—OHHHhhhhhhhh. Pleasure shot up my spine as his mouth sealed around my pussy, my arms and legs tingling as his tongue flattened and stroked me.

  “Oh. My. God.” My back arched, unashamedly giving him better access as he sucked on my clit and continued his tongue assault. The frustration I had felt two seconds ago had completely evaporated as tension pooled between my legs.

  God, he was good, slipping in a finger on another sweep of his tongue, my eyes rolling back into my head as every cell in my body woke up at once.

  And then he slid in another, stretching me a little further as his fingers pumped, his mouth not stopping as he alternated between licking and sucking, the sensation both amazing and maddening.

  “Josh, I’m going to—” I didn’t get to finish, the sensation slamming me from behind and engulfing me as my entire body shook. The crest of my orgasm rolled over me again and again as he slowed but didn’t stop, teasing every last pulse out of me till I almost begged him to stop.

  “I-I—”

  I was going to need a minute to find where my brain had been tossed and collect what was left of my thoughts.

  Sex with Oliver had been good. Other than not being able to keep from sharing his dick with others, he hadn’t left me disappointed in bed. And sure he’d gone down on me, as I had with him. But this, this was something different. I wasn’t sure if it was technique, or pace, or if Josh AKA hottest man alive, wasn’t the orgasm whisperer.