The Prince Of Highland Park

by Marilyn Faith

  I can feel his eyes on me from across the table. I wonder if he will kiss me again. I look up and he didn’t look away. He keeps looking which makes me blush even more. “Are you ok?” He asks with a smirk that says I know how you’re feeling and I like it. “Yeah great,” I said so softly I don’t think he heard me. “How’s your dinner? Do you like it?” “Yes I do, but to be honest, if it was peanut butter and jelly sandwich I would still love it.

  I just wanted to see you and spend some time with you.” I close my eyes, wishing that I can trust his words, but I don’t know?

  “Ok tell me this? What is it you want from me?” I ask.

  “I honestly don’t know,” he answered, looking like he wants to say more but didn’t, he just kept eating. I can see that I’m not going to get more out of him. He seems like he has some things he needs to figure out and I don’t want to push. We are just getting to know each other, so how can I expect him to know what he wants from me, well other than the obvious. In all fairness I don’t even know what I want from him either.

  “Ok fair enough.”

  “Ok, how about you tell me five things you want me to know about you,” I say waiting to see if he will answer. “My favorite color is Green. I love Cookies and Cream flavored ice cream. I was raised by nannies, not seeing my parent very often. My folks and I don’t get along, all they want to do is control me, dictate who I go out with. They want me to give up football and take over the business, sometimes I wonder why, because they spend so much time making me feel like I’ll never be good enough. Finally, I want to be with you, not for any sordid reason. I want to be with you, because you see me,” he says looking intensely at me.

  “Ok my turn. My favorite color is Red. I love Strawberry flavored ice cream. I was raised by my brother Kevin until he died. My parents were absent neglectful, alcoholics, sometime abusive, never giving a shit about their kids. Last but not least, I want to be with you, I’ve had a crush on you since the first day I saw you at the club all those years ago,” I finished meeting his eyes. “I want to know you, warts and all,” I add before finishing up and excusing myself from the table not wanting the awkwardness to seep in after our little confession. I started cleaning up the plates and packing away the leftover vegetables.

  “Would you like some more wine?” He asks while I finish cleaning up in the kitchen.

  “Yes that will be great. You can bring it with you in the living room. Would you like to watch a movie with me or do you have other plans?” I ask hoping he’ll say yes to the movie not wanting him to go.

  “No I don’t have any other plans.”

  “Is that a yes to the movie?” I ask walking up behind him.

  Smiling he said “Yes that would be great.” I popped in The Notebook and went to sit down beside him. “Have you ever watched The Notebook?” I asked taking a sip of my wine. Smiling he bends over, “No I haven’t. Is this some sappy chick flick?”

  “Not really, but yes,” I answered vaguely.

  “That’s a roundabout answer if I ever heard one.” I don’t respond I just start the movie.

  I lean back getting comfortable on the couch relishing in my wine, and his clean scent. I love how you smell the thought ran through my mind. When I heard him say, “Thank you.” Opening my eyes I realize I just said that out loud. I felt so embarrass, wishing the couch would open up and take me in. What can I say? Oh God, he must think I’m a crazy.

  I tried to think of something to say, anything that won’t embarrass me any further. I realize he’s leaning closer sucking up my air, causing my throat to feel dry. Searching my eyes for something; what I don’t know. His eyes are so intense, almost frightening as if he was going to grab me, throw me down and fuck me senseless. I’m captivated by the intensity of his desire, desire that is now shining back at me. All that by just a look how can this be happening?

  I shiver with anticipation wondering what he was about to do. I want him to touch me, to kiss me so I can feel his lips on mine once more. Should I kiss him? Should I make a move to letting him know what I want? As I’m sitting here driving myself crazy wondering what I should do. He whispers as if there were other people in the room he didn’t want to hear what he had to say. “You smell good too; you smell of strawberry and mint…I love it. It’s intoxicating. I have your scent imprinted in my head ever since the party when I kissed you and I just want to…” He’s so close that if I stick my tongue out I’d be able to touch his lips, and boy how I want to run my tongue across those lips and suck. Oh my. I closed my eyes; I just wanted to feel his lips on mine, while his hand caresses my body.

  I felt his hands on my face, opening my eyes; I can see the intentions in his eyes, and my eyes fall to his mouth. The way he is biting on his lower lip oh my, he pulls me towards him and kisses me. His lips are warm and soft. He runs his tongue across my lips asking permission to enter my mouth. I open allowing him access; his tongue probes my mouth in hunger exploration, which intensifies the ache inside me. Our tongues dance together, trying to find and taste what they want. A shiver runs up my spine. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him to me, needing more. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I’m being consumed by the way he was kissing me taking everything he wants, that he couldn’t say with words.

  He moved his lips to my cheek down my jaw, alongside my neck, kissing and licking in his wake to my shoulder. A million things are going through my mind all at once. What is he thinking? Is my breath ok? He said he like the way I smell, does he like the way my skin tastes? All these crazy things flying around up there in my mind, but the only things that matters right now is that I don’t want him to stop, I want more. His hands move from where he was holding my neck, slowly moving down towards my breasts causing me to shudder from his touch.

  Finally reaching his destination his hand cupped my breasts, feeling my nipples instantly harden under his administration; my eyes snap open. I’ve never been touched like this before, and I don’t know if it’s fear or pleasure? The overwhelming things I was feeling between my legs were getting intense. I didn’t want him to stop touching me not now, not ever. Pulling back, his eyes connect with mine, before looking down at the way my nipples react to his touch.

  I watch, relishing in what he was doing to my flesh. His lips moving gently on my face, going lower with each kiss, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. His eyes are filled with the same need I’m feeling. I could feel the desire that is growing in both of us. His hand squeezes my breast and I began to heave for my next breath. I closed my eyes as I felt the pool of liquid between my thighs, willing him to move his hand down further to help relieve the pressure that was building. “Ev; open your eyes and look at me” he commanded with a voice that told me he was just as affected as I was. I opened my eyes and he was looking with a devilish smirk that causes me to tremble. As soon as he felt my body vibrate, he reaches for my top lifting it over my head.

  Pulling my bra down, one nipple exposed, now on display to be devoured by his mouth. Locking eyes with me he lowers his head and took my hardened nipple in his mouth. While his mouth worked my nipple over, licking and sucking, he never took his eyes from mine. I was so caught up with what he was doing I couldn’t look away. I could see his wants, his desires, and the burning flame that is compelling me not to stop him and just enjoy what he is invoking in me. He ran his other hand across my other breast exposing it, moving his mouth over to administer the same attention he just gave the previous one, while pinching and squeezing my other nipple between his teeth. A few seconds later the sensation was too intense, “Ryan” a small whimper escape my lips, wanting him to stop because it was becoming too much for me to handle. I heard a growl coming from him loving that I was causing him to react this way. Letting my nipple go, he grabbed my head and took my mouth with more passion than one person should inflict on another.

  When he broke away from our kiss, trying to catch a much needed breath, I felt his hand moving lower and lower until it stopped at the edge of my dress. Hik
ing it up on my thighs I open my legs a little so he could get better access. I never took my eyes off him. I was in a hypnotic state that was beyond my control. Still holding my gaze his fingers inches under the skimpy lace thong I was wearing. With skillful fingers he moves them aside, all the while studying my response to what he was doing. When his finger touches my drench core I shudder, closing my eyes hoping to ease the pressure of what he was making me feel.

  “Ev; don’t close your eyes I want to see you, I want to see what you feel when I do this.” Slowly I open my eyes and felt him slowly penetrating me, “Ah” I screech snapping my legs close, trapping his hand between them. His eyes, the way he was looking at me and his hand was driving me crazy, I can’t focus, I can’t think. “Evelyn! Are you ok?” I hear him ask while trying to remove his hand from between my legs. Trying to get my brain to work, I nod my head indicating that I was ok, hoping he won’t stop.

  Seeing a smile creeping on the corner of his lips he said “If you don’t want me to stop, you’re going to have to open your legs to release my hand so I can touch you.” Feeling entirely aware I slowly open my legs, he slowly moves his hand, keeping our eyes locked together as pushes his finger further in me. A groan came out; my breath is ragged telling him just how much I wanted him. I began to move my hips enjoying the waves of feeling his finger was causing inside me. “Ry…Ry…Ple…Please don’t…”

  “Don’t what? Tell me what you want? I need to hear you say it” he encourages me. “Please don’t stop.” I whimper as he curls his finger up and rubs my clit with his thumb in a circular motion at the same time causing me lift off the couch. Drowning in the sensation spiraling from my toes moving up to my womanly part and I can’t stop it. He thrust his finger harder and now adds pressure to where he was just rubbing causing me to feel the building of something that was about to rip me; “Oh…Oh God Ry…I’m…”

  Before I could reach the pinnacle of harmony that I’ve never felt before he slowed his administration, leaving me on the brink of pleasure and pain. “Please Ryan…please don’t stop. I need you to…” He adds more pressure as my muscles tighten milking his finger as a source of life. “Ry…Ry…I’m,” I was cut off by his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth voraciously that sends me over the edge. I explode around his finger. I sat there coming down from my high not knowing what to say. Covering my face not ready to face the consequence of what just happened between us. I try to get up, but he wouldn’t let me. He sat there and held me. After a while he said he has to go and left. I didn’t know which was worse; him leaving or what we just did?

  Ryan Chapter Ten

  When Evelyn opens the door I was stunned by how gorgeous she looked. I felt my body reacted to the sight of her and I didn’t want to embarrass myself right here. Her breasts look perky and I can see her nipples harden under my stare. I wanted to feel them in my hands, in my mouth. I wonder if she would surrender to my touch, if she would taste as sweet as she looks. All these thoughts flying around in my head, and I just walk through the door.

  I know she is apprehensive about me coming to her home, but she has no reason to be. Walking inside looking around it does feel homely. I like the way she looks in her element. I see her eyes closed and by the way her cheeks are flushed I can tell she is thinking about me, maybe about that kiss we shared at the party or our little talk last night.

  Dinner tasted great; I can’t believe that she cooked for me. I thought I was just coming over to hang out and maybe have a drink or two. I didn’t expect this, but I must say it was a pleasant surprise. When she asked me if the dinner was ok; I pretty much told her it didn’t matter what she made for dinner as long I was with her I was good. I just wanted to spend time with her. By the look on her face I see that she didn’t believe me. I understand why she feels that way. I didn’t plan to feel these things that she stirs in me and I don’t know how to feel about them. I just know I can’t help it. We had dinner and then moved over to the living room to watch a movie. I was happy she asked if I wanted to stay to watch a movie with her, because I wasn’t ready to leave her yet. We talked for a bit over dinner, but there’s so much more I want to know about her. I want to know everything. I want to know her likes, dislikes, what makes her angry, sad, and happy. I want to know it all.

  Sitting on the couch with her eyes closed she said “I love your smell” when I said “Thank you” the look on her face tells me she was thinking it and didn’t mean for me to hear it. I love the way she smell too, like strawberry and mint. Ever since I got whiff of that smell when I kissed her at the party, I can’t escape it. I’m sitting here and all I want to do is devour her, fucking her into submission.

  When we kissed there was an electric current that ran through me, I knew she felt it. I kissed her lightly at first. When she shivered I deepen the kiss like my life depended on it. I couldn’t stop at just a kiss, I needed more, and I had to touch her. My hand travels to her breast. Oh wow, it’s the perfect fit. I pulled her bra down needing to taste her, I lowered my mouth to her breast taking her nipple in my mouth, and it was more than I could have imagined. The feel, the size, her nipples, the color and the taste, oh man everything about her was perfect. I can’t stop here I still need more. By the sounds she’s making I know she wants more too. How far am I going with this? I don’t know; I don’t want to lie or mislead her in any way. She has to know where we stand before I sink deep inside her. We will talk after this I promised myself, I just don’t want to stop right now.

  My hand travels down her body, stopping at the hem of her dress, moving back up so I could see and feel more of her. I’m hoping she won’t stop me. She’s wearing lacy panties and fuck they are sexy as hell, I move them aside. My fingers finding her center, she is dripping. I want to taste her, to feel her in my mouth. We have to talk first right now, with the way her pussy feels now it’s not the time for that conversation. I kept kissing and sucking her breast, when I slid one finger inside her drenched core, she closed her legs barricading my hand. I wanted to scream, “No” In frustration, I was so turned on I was this to lose my mind. I thought she wanted to stop. When she nods, giving me permission to continue, I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

  She opened her legs as I pushed my finger in, she is so fucking tight. The way she feels, her body responding to my touch; I’m about to combust. I must say it’s a great feeling knowing I can play her body like a guitar, eliciting the perfect reaction based on what I did. My cock was so hard it felt like it would break trying to get out of constraint of my jeans. For the first time since Chloe, I’m thinking I want this girl to be mine and only mine. Just touching her right now, I’m about to lose my fucking mind, and I don’t want to even think of someone else touching her. I would want to kill the motherfucker. I felt beside myself, with one touch, I feel so possessive of her, and my dick hasn’t been inside her yet.

  Moving my hand, hitting upward inside, working her clit in a slow circular motion, she stiffened, and grinded against my finger. I brought her to the height and stops not wanting to give her the release she so desperately seeking. She has the loveliest shade of pink, the sounds she’s making, her reaction, and the way her body is answering to everything I’m asking of it. All of that is now permanently embedded in my brain. I kept my eyes on her not wanting to miss anything. She kept saying “Please.” And “Don’t stop.” I don’t think I can stop or let her go. Not now, not after that, it’s a high that I can’t come down from. When I finally send her over the cliff, her breath changed, her body tensed; her pussy clenching my finger sucking and squeezing all the energy from it. Still stroking inside, watching until her body came down and relaxed.

  Evelyn put her head in her hands, embarrassed for what she let happened. I want her so fucking bad, I want to be buried deep inside, watching her be ashamed of what we just did got to me, and I don’t want her to regret it, especially when we have sex for the first time, if we get that far. I needed to get outta here, before I do something that she will regr
et later. I got up said my goodbye and left.

  Evelyn Chapter Eleven

  I watched as Ryan left. I can’t help, but feel like he’s running. Maybe it’s me, if he felt the same vibes I was feeling then he is definitely running. I know I’m not the ideal person for him, but the feeling that I’m harboring and my reaction when he’s near says otherwise.

  Picking up the phone to call Julie, as I’m dialing her number I saw an incoming call, it was her. I answered “Perfect timing, I was just calling you.”

  “Yeah, what’s going on, are you ok Ev, you don’t sound good?” She asked. Sighing I begin, “Ryan from the club was just here, and I can’t explain the pull I have went I’m around him. He seems to feel the attraction too; well it felt like more than just an attraction. It felt like he’s calling to something deep inside me. I get the feeling he felt the connection, but couldn’t handle it and he ran. Maybe I’m I thinking too much into this.” I didn’t want to say what we were doing. He may have gotten spooked from that, maybe I did something wrong I don’t know. She was so quiet while I got all that out, I thought we got disconnected and then I heard her say, “You’re such a romantic Ev. Just don’t take his reaction as something personal against you. Maybe it’s him, maybe he is running or maybe he just had to go. Whatever it is, if it’s meant to be, it will, trust that. Try not to worry too much about it.”