by Vera Roberts
“Stop giving a damn about what strangers think about you. They don’t own you. Some people will hate you because you’re breathing. Stop.”
Duly noted. “I will.”
“Okay, ladies and gents, it’s time for the bouquet catch and garter toss!” The DJ announced over the microphone. Fittingly, he turned on “Single Ladies.” “Ladies first! All single ladies on the dance floor. Single means not married.”
“Well,” Ian stepped aside, “that’s my cue to back out. You have fun.” He chuckled.
“And what?” He saluted me as he walked over to the side. If I didn’t know better, I would assume Ian wanted to see some hungry, desperate, and lonely bitches duke it out for the bouquet like we were part of the WWE or some shit. Men can be quite twisted.
Helen stood beside me. “Are you going to try to catch it, Sister?”
I will slide-tackle a bitch for the bouquet. “Um, not really.” I lied. “Are you?”
Helen looked over to my right and I followed her lead. There were a lot of women who were taking off their shoes and staking their claim for the bouquet. Some of them looked like they regularly played roller derby and went by names such as Maul McCartney, Deadie Murphy, and Caitlyn Jenner.
“I might want to sit this one out.” Helen shrugged. “I’m too drunk to care.”
“Ladies, are you ready?” The DJ announced as Michelle got into position. “On the count of three, ladies….one…two…THREE!”
I watched the bouquet full of roses, hydrangeas, and peonies fly in the air in slow motion as it turned numerous times. I watched with a stifled laugh as women tried in vain to catch it, with one woman totally eating the dance floor when she was off by a few seconds.
To my surprise, it landed in my hands. Not that I was trying to catch it, but rather, I didn’t want it bonking me in the head. It was sheer luck.
“And the pretty girl caught the bouquet!” The DJ announced. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”
I took a polite bow for the cheering audience and smelled the flowers. Helen cheered me on but Michelle….
Michelle didn’t look amused.
Eight
Today is my man’s birthday and I have no flippin’ clue on what to get him.
I know he’s rather mute about his birthday and doesn’t like to make it a big deal but I don’t know…I think it kinda is. Old age isn’t guaranteed to everyone and I think if everyone accepted that, instead of trying to pull their face so back, they have a permanent Joker smile on it, I think we could all benefit.
I’ve always treated my birthdays as the start of the new year, instead of January 1st. For one, it’s my birthday so instead of celebrating (or dreading) that I’m getting older, I recognize it as another year to make things right. Two, I always like to see what progress I’ve made from the prior year and hope to do better in the upcoming one.
Besides, what better way to see if you’re doing better by examining where you were in your last birthday?
My last birthday, I was whining about how Ian didn’t want me and going on one too many Swipe! dates. I was firmly Ian’s assistant and handling his black burn book aka my work cell phone so he could focus on his restaurants.
A year later, we’re together. I traded in my work phone and he owns a piece of me forever.
I wake up and stretch out in bed. I have no idea what I’m going to do today, though Ian politely told me to keep it open. I guess that means if he wants to do something, I’ll be available. I wonder if he has any surprises he won’t tell me about, but I know he definitely doesn’t want me to do anything.
Hmm…what surprises does he have up his sleeve I wonder?
I roll over and find Ian’s side of the bed empty. It’s not a surprise because I often sleep in while he’s an early-riser. Of course, sleeping in is really until eight. Anything past eight, we have to be busy doing something because that’s just unacceptable to Ian.
Speaking of which…I get out of bed and quickly wash up. As I stand in my ginormous walk-in closet, I wonder why I didn’t wake up with birthday sex?
Where in the hell is my man?
I quickly get dressed and head towards the dining area. No sign of Ian there. “Ian?” I call out his name as I ventured upstairs. Nope, not in any of the rooms there. Okay, weird.
I walk back downstairs and I’m stumped. Ian didn’t mention of any plans or that he was going to be leaving. But I’m supposed to keep my schedule open all day?
The house phone rings and I go to answer it. Maybe my surprise is behind the phone call. “Hello?”
“Great, you’re up.” Ian’s voice booms over the phone. “Are you dressed?”
I look down at my overpriced but hella comfortable Rag & Bone jeans and my equally overpriced Finley blouse. Just a year ago, I was hunting for good deals at Target. Well, I still do, actually. You can’t beat their bullseye sales. “Very much so.”
“Good. Meet me downstairs in the open parking by the pool area. I have something to show you. Bring your purse.” The line went dead.
I put the phone back on the receiver and wonder what could it be. “Something thing to show me?” I question aloud. “Oohkay.”
I take the elevator down to the lobby and turn left. I immediately see Ian and he’s looking hotter than July in a navy suit with an open collar white dress shirt. Lord, this man could get me going even wearing a hula skirt. Hey, that’s not a bad idea…
“You look fantastic, angel.” He sweeps his lips over mine and gives me one of the best birthday kisses ever. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” I briefly touch my lips and I already miss his kiss. “What is it?”
“Well, if I tell you it wouldn’t be a surprise, huh?” He winks. He pulls out a handkerchief and spreads it over my eyes. “Don’t peek.”
I grab his hand as he leads the way. “Oh, you got jokes today.”
“Have to. It’s my birthday and whatever I want, I shall receive.” We walk a short distance and then we stop. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah!” I nod. I really wonder what my surprise is. Ian’s really capable of anything as I’ve learned. Shoot, I need to push that out of my memory.
“Okay,” Ian stands behinds me and removes the blindfold. “Consider this an early anniversary gift, angel.”
I open my eyes and my mouth drops so far low onto the ground, I’m sure it’s in hell. Right before my very eyes, is a brand-new Bentley SUV. Shit, I didn’t know Bentley made SUVs and now I have one.
At least I hope it’s mine? “Are you for real?”
“You needed something a bit more practical than the Audi so I traded it in,” he walks over and opens the driver’s door. It has that wonderful new car smell to it. “Get in. I want to see how you look in it.”
I practically rush over and get inside the vehicle. Holy crap. The seats are so damn comfortable but of course they are; it’s a Bentley! Everything looks and feels old money rather than practical about this car.
It doesn’t matter. We officially have his and hers Bentleys. We’re that couple.
“Whatever you don’t like about it, just let me know and I’ll take it back to the dealership to have it customized to your liking.” Ian gets inside the car. “I’ll explain some other details about the car later but just play with it and see what you like. It’s a solid car all around.”
“Ian…” His voice barely comes out as a whisper. I know it’s his birthday but we’ve barely been together a few months. If I’m getting a Bentley this soon into our relationship, I wonder how Christmas is going to be. I don’t think Santa has enough room on his sleigh.
Ian reaches over and grabs my thigh. “Only the best for my angel.” He emphasizes ever word. “I would spend every damn dime of my money to make you happy.”
“Well, I don’t want you to do that,” I softly shake my head, “I don’t want you to go broke.”
“That’s pretty damn impossible with my family.” He replies.
I’m almost tempted to ask him
exactly how wealthy the Fergusons are. Actually, to hell with temptation. I’ll just go ahead and ask. “How rich is your family, baby?”
“Short answer, I don’t know.” He casually replies. “Long answer, I can’t even fathom how much we have.”
It’s an honest answer and I have to be content with it. They own so many properties all over the world, Ian’s probably right that he doesn’t know. I don’t know why I care so much about his money. I never cared about this before.
Then again, we never had an issue of a prenup prenup.
“So, is this mine to keep? Forever? Forever ever? Forever ever?” I not-so patiently ask.
Ian’s eyes narrow at mine. “Outkast…”
“It’s a reference to Outk…” I suddenly stop as I realized Ian knows who I’m talking about for once. “What you know about Outkast?”
“Not much.” He admits. “I just remember that one video they did with that one gorgeous woman and I damn near lost my mind.”
I search my brain for an idea. “The Way You Move?”
“I think that’s the one. All I remember she wore a bikini and heels and I was like, ‘That should be the standard for any woman.’”
I chuckle. “You’re such a misogynist.”
“No, not really. I’m honest.” He replies. “Her body type made me realize I like my women…” His eyes slowly undress me. “…thick.”
I audibly sigh to keep the temperature from reaching a boiling point. “You’re going to make me blow you in this car.”
“I most certainly hope so,” he grins. “Fun time later,” Ian buckles up and I follow his lead, “we have a big day ahead of us.”
“And what are we doing?” I start up the Bentley and it purrs. I’m already in love.
“We’re celebrating my birthday by spoiling my angel,” he flashes a smile at me, “so a bit of everything today.”
We went out to breakfast in Malibu and walked along the beach. Then Ian took me out shopping and gladly paid for whatever I pointed at and said, ‘I want this.’ No seriously. Whatever the hell I wanted, he got for me today.
We stopped by for lunch at 3121 and I couldn’t help but to smile how this was the first restaurant where things came together for us (okay, Sentiment was the first one but I really don’t like to remember our first personal encounter was me being drunk off my ass).
It was a surreal feeling. Two years ago, I was just a girl down on my luck when Ian approached me to work for him. Now, I’m his girlfriend and treated to a world that is beyond anything I could’ve read in any smut fantasy on my e-reader.
I guess fairytales do come true.
“I need you to drop me off at Sentiment before you head home,” Ian says as we finally head back after lunch, “I’ll be home soon. I just need to take care of some business at the restaurant.”
“Oh?” This was an unexpected surprise. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just need to make sure everything will be okay once I’m gone in a few weeks. Sydney’s tour is going to start and I’ll be accompanying her for a bit of it as I introduce her to different art galleries.”
Oh. Yes. How conveniently I forgot. Sydney is embarking on a six-week international art tour of her work to capitalize on her notoriety and Ian is her manager. I’m not too fond of them traveling together but I have to keep my jealousy at bay. I’m not giving this damn Bentley back. “I’ll keep busy. I have to hang up all of these clothes so I should be okay.”
“I think so,” he slides his hand over to my thigh, softly pinches the inside of it, and you know what? I was trying really hard not to let my hormones get the best of me but some things just can’t wait. I quickly pull over to a secluded spot on the PCH. “Is everything okay, angel?”
“I’m just too damn horny,” I get out of the car and get into the backseat. “I was trying to be a good girl but nooooo….you had to go put your hand inside my thigh and…” I shake my head as I managed to take off my jeans. “I’m ready.”
Ian chuckles and gets in the backseat. “Aren’t you adventurous?”
“Didn’t you get create a nymph?” I mention as I helped Ian slide his slacks down his legs. He’s already hard so clearly, I’m not the only horny one. “Well, well, well…what do we have here?”
“A gift for you on my birthday.” He slowly blinks at me. “It has your name all over it.”
I lick my lips as his shaft lightly bounces in my hands. It’s long, thick, veiny, and every bit of mouth-watering goodness. I love how it smells, and the smooth hardness of it in my hands. “Yummy.”
“I hope so,” he adjusts himself and lays back into the seat, “did you want to practice?”
I thought about the day of when I would finally suck Ian’s dick. In my head, I thought it was going to be all nice, romantic, and surrounded by candlelight. Little did I know, it was going to be in the backseat of my Bentley on Pacific Coast Highway. Well, that’s still kinda romantic, isn’t it?
I’m intimidated by his size. I’m not sure if I open my mouth as wide as the Grand Canyon, he’ll fit. But I have to try. I’m going to accomplish sucking my man’s dick and deep throating him. That is on my goals.
I lick my lips and let out a small breath. Here goes nothing.
I lick the underside of his shaft as I smell how musky he is. He has a scent of his own and I’m already addicted to it. I grip it lightly with my free hand while the other massages his balls. That already emits a soft moan from Ian and my panties instantly became wetter.
Now is the biggest test – actually sucking him off. I clearly can’t get all of him inside my mouth at this moment and I’m not about to attempt. But I want to see how far I can go and if I could make him come.
I kiss the mushroom tip and taste his essence that spilled out. Salty and unique. I’ve never tasted come before so I don’t know what to expect. I would definitely say it’s an acquired taste. I can also see why all those porn stars spit that shit out.
I open wide and clasped my mouth around the head as I lower myself down. I try to remember the notes Adrienne gave me. I try to remember how Vanessa Del Rio did it when I watched her videos.
I take another inch inside and to my surprise, I think I’m getting the hang of it. I’m actually enjoying this. I feel Ian’s eyes on me but I’m afraid to look up because again, I’m trying to remember all 50-11 things running through my head and seeing him might break my concentration.
Is he enjoying this? How long am I supposed to do this? Am I playing with his balls enough?
No biting. No teeth unless I know for sure what I’m doing. Slow suction. Hard and fast at moments. Use hands if I get tired. Use my tongue if my mouth gets tired.
Too many fucking things to remember just to suck dick!
“Damn, angel…” He moans and damnit, if that’s not the hottest fucking thing ever.
He caresses my back and pats my curls as I continue to bob up and down. I feel emboldened by his response and take a bit more. Not all of him is in my mouth but it’s okay for now. I have more than I can handle and my mouth, once virgin to any dick-suck, is now willing and eager to please him.
My mouth does become tired and I remember to use that time to jack him off. I use a lot of spit as a makeshift lubrication and start stroking Ian’s dick. It feels like he’s becoming harder in my hands and I honestly wonder how in the hell is that even possible?
Ian’s breathing hard and moaning my name and good Lord, all I want to do is get on top and ride him again. No, I’m going to resist. My sex is aching for attention but it’s all about my man right now. Pleasing him. Pleasuring him. Letting him enjoy.
As one hand works around his shaft, my free hand cups his balls, and my tongue flicks back and forth on the mushroom tip. While I’m doing all of this, Ian slips a hand inside my panties and plays with me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say we were in a competition on who was going to make the other come first. I’m pretty sure he’ll win by a landslide.
Just when
I was about to start sucking him off again, Ian lifts me onto his lap. He moves my panties to the side and swiftly enters me. I yelp in both pleasure and pain, taking a moment to the let the feelings past through my body before I continue.
His lips crushes mine as he slowly guides me up and down. We locked eyes with each other as he once again led. He knows I’m new to this, still, and he’s more than willing to teach me everything I needed to know. “That’s it,” he purred as his hands smoothed over my ass, “you know how to ride my cock like a pro.”
I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued to guide me. Little fireworks formed inside my body as I shuddered and sighed. I felt complete with him. I felt free.
We slowly kissed, moaning in each other’s mouth as our tongues intertwined. He tightly held onto me, and it felt like Ian was protecting me from all harm. I never felt so safe, so secure as in that moment.
Ian slightly moved and I felt the most incredible pleasure shot up my spine. He kept hitting that point and I think I’m about to lose it at any moment. “Oh my God!” I screamed.
“Oh yes,” he kisses my neck. He particularly focuses on that small part of my flesh that makes my nipples rock hard and my panties wetter. “I believe I found your G-spot. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to have trouble walking for the rest of the week.”
“Holy shit!” My legs began to shake and my toes curled up to miniature little Cs. I’ve heard about the elusive G-spot from friends. Some were convinced it didn’t exist while the others sang praises about it’s location.
I can say I agree with the latter. God put it there for a reason and only partners who know what the hell they’re doing can find it. Ian’s clearly an expert and Lord, I’m so glad.
My orgasm couldn’t come quickly enough and I find myself riding Ian. The only noises we hear are our moans and bodies slapping against each other. I’m no longer the worrisome virgin who doesn’t know anything about sex (well, I still don’t) to now I’m almost at nymph-status.
“I want to show you how your pussy works.” He kisses my lips and I’m about ready to lose it. “Are you come for me?” Ian moans against my earlobe. “I want to feel your slick and tight pussy come all over my cock.”