It's a Date

by Jess Epps

  “Oh! You’re Heather Lane. I’ve heard about the offer and I saw you perform. You’re pretty good.”

  Offer? What offer?

  “Yes, uhm, hi. It’s nice to meet you,” Heather replies politely as she’s running her fingers through the back of my hair. Damn, she feels so good on me but her body is still tense.

  "I'm sorry, how do you two know each other?" Heather asks.

  “Noah and I used to date back in college. I believe it was our junior year, so, like, what? Five years ago? I see you haven’t lost your touch with the ladies, Noah.”

  Touch with the ladies? What the hell is she talking about? I can tell she’s making Heather uncomfortable.

  I laugh the comment off and try to deflect the conversation onto her. From personal experience, I know she loves to talk about herself.

  “Are you still dancing?”

  Her smile broadens. “Of course I am—that’s why I’m here. And since I’m here, how about you buy me a drink or take me out after this party? We can reminisce about old times.”

  And with that, Heather stops touching me. She turns to the bartender and orders something. It's too loud in here and I can't hear. I watch her take a shot of tequila. I need to fix this quickly.

  “Listen, it’s good to see you, but I’m out with my girl. We can catch up some other time, but enjoy your evening,” I say courteously, before turning around, and when she tries to hug me, I press my front against Heather’s back and kiss her neck.

  “I’m sorry, baby…”

  Coen leans in, tearing his hands off of Dillen. “Mother of all fucks. Was that Alexis?”

  I can only nod. I hate when my girl is upset. “Yeah,” I finally say, shaking my head so he knows to drop the subject. He nods and turns his attention back to Dillen who is now dancing with another girl as well as Joel. I can see where this is headed—not on my fucking bed they don’t.

  Heather seems to relax when my hands are on her and I feel her body lean back against mine. She's just ordered another drink. "Am I going to have to carry you out of here tonight?"

  She pushes her ass into my crotch and I’m hard as stone. “We’ll have to wait and see, mister. Can we go dance now?” she asks as she spins on her toes to face me.

  I order two more shots before leaning closer and kissing down her neck, my arm around her waist, pulling her tight against me. "Relax, baby...you're so tense," I say against her neck.

  “I’m sorry, it’s just…I’m insanely jealous right now. Your ex-girlfriend just pawed you and thrust herself against you, and I had to just stand here and watch...”

  “I know, but you belong to me, and I to you. Please trust me when I say that there is no one else I’d rather be with. You’re my only girl, ballerina.”

  She looks up at me with the most unreadable expression behind her eyes, “Are you really going to meet up with her sometime?”

  I recognize that look: her protective wall is up. I grin slowly and run my hand up her back. “Hell no. That was me trying not to be a total dick.”

  A sexy smile forms on her face and she hands me a shot. I want to do nothing but hold her and please her.

  She licks those lips to entice me and takes her shot. I quickly follow then take her to the dance floor. She’s giggling and cutely drunk as she dances in my arms. She moves fluidly as her hands move into the air forming graceful patterns. The way her beautiful figure moves to the beat makes me almost lose my mind. I run my hand down her spine. She’s slick with perspiration from the heat sparked off by the large crowd gathered in this meager space.

  My hands are on her hips as she shakes her ass. Hell, she dances just as well as she fucks. I can’t wait to get this lace off of her. Dillen and Coen join us on the dance floor and start noisily grinding against each other. Holy shit. I know he’s getting his dick wet tonight!

  Joel comes up and sandwiches Dillen in between him and Coen. They're all so damned drunk, there's no telling what'll go down tonight. All I know is I'm going down on my girl tonight.

  Heather starts kissing me desperately. I wrap her in my arms and kiss her just as desperately in return. She’s high on me and drunk on tequila.

  “Noah?”

  “Yes, baby?” I ask against her lips.

  “Take me to your bed?” She’s so damned excited.

  I slide my hand down to her ass and squeeze. "I thought you'd never ask."

  She squeals excitedly and leans over to Dillen. I can see her lips moving, but I have no idea what she’s saying. The music is too damn loud.

  They giggle and talk to each other for an agonizing minute. My eyes are on Heather’s ass. Fuck, that dress is so short. I may not be able to wait until we get home. She finally leans back.

  “Those three are going to stay here while you ravage me!”

  That’s it. I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder, ensuring her ass is covered. I walk to the bar and close out my tab before striding out of the club right past Alexis while sassy toes smacks my ass drunkenly.

  I have all of about five minutes of restraint before I have to be inside her. There are cabs lined up outside and I quickly choose one, getting her inside before sliding in next to her. I give the driver my address. Before I know it, she's straddling me, kissing my neck while unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way.

  “You are going to get us in trouble, ballerina. Put my jacket on—it’s damn cold and I don’t want the driver checking out what belongs to me.” She quickly slides her hands into my tux jacket and then she’s back down on me, biting and kissing.

  She's different: in a frenzy and possessive. She's not listening to a word I say. Her hands get the last button undone and they start to run all over my chest. She's making these noises that make my cock lurch in my slacks.

  Her lips are now moving across my chest, over my nipples as she fumbles with my belt. I don’t want to tell her to stop. I never want to tell her to stop, so I let her do what she wants. I don’t give a fuck about the driver. I’ll tip him well.

  I think my ballerina might enjoy having an audience. She pulls my cock out and strokes me twice before moving her hand down between her legs. She gets up and hovers over the top of me, holding her panties to the side. Holy shit! This can't happen here. She's blitzed out of her mind and not thinking right. I grab her hips. "Whoa, whoa. Heather? Baby...hang on, we're almost home.”

  She pushes down on me, hard. I grunt because she's tighter than ever. I haven't warmed her up since before the charity showcase. She's still ready for me though and I'm inside of her, deep inside of her as she rocks her hips. Fucking shit. What's gotten into her? My hands clench her hips in an attempt to still her.

  "Noah, please!" she begs as she tries to move her hips in my grasp.

  Screw it. I take her lips and loosen my grip so she can move as much as she wants. She’s feisty and bites down on my lower lip. The moans coming out of her are insanely erotic.

  The cab driver is talking on the phone in another language and he's got some sort of techno music blaring. I'm thankful for the noise; I don't want anyone hearing my ballerina come but me.

  She throws her head back and sighs. Fuck, she’s so snug. I'm going to come inside of her if she doesn't stop soon. She's riding me so fast as I hold her steady.

  "I'm going...to...YES!"

  Her warm little cunt tightens its hold on my shaft as she comes. Her body is a quivering delight in my arms. My heads falls back to the headrest. Groaning loudly, I hold off my own orgasm. Damn, are we there yet?

  She stills and looks at me with twinkling eyes. "What a rush!"

  "Holy shit, baby. Are you into exhibitionism?"

  She laughs and throws her head back. "Baby, I don't think I have a fetish. Wait...did you come? I didn't feel you…Did you fake it?"

  Chuckling, I kiss her throat and shake my head. "I will when we get into my bed...or on the sofa...kitchen table…wherever I decide to take you.”

  "How about all of those places?" she asks as I lift her off of me and
put my achingly hard cock away. The taxi comes to a stop just in time.

  I zip back up and loosely put my belt back on. Tossing a fifty up front to the driver, I open the door; Heather stumbles out and squeals from the cold.

  Getting out, I swoop her up into my arms, carrying her upstairs to my apartment. "My sexy girl. Let's get you naked." I set her down and turn so I can get her a tall glass of ice-cold water. When I turn back around she's naked, leaning against the counter top.

  I smirk and take off my shirt, standing in just my slacks. "You're ready again?"

  "I'm always ready for you."

  She gets onto the kitchen counter. I'm going to eat her out until she can't take it anymore. As I stride toward her, she leans forward, pushing her breasts together. This definitely is a different Heather. Either something's up with her or she's just entirely too drunk. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth while palming her other breast.

  Her moans make my cock twitch. I bite her nipple then move to the other to do the same thing before licking down her surfboard flat stomach to her pussy. My teeth find the inside of her thigh, biting down hard as she churns in my arms.

  "You like that?”

  "Yes…" Her voice is almost too raspy, not hers, as I kiss her little cunt.

  "You're so ready for me, but I want to taste you. Over and over again." Pulling her ass to the edge of the counter, I dive my tongue into her soaking wet pussy, licking her softly as I enjoy her sweet taste. Her hands move into my hair and pull as I make her come hard, again and again. "Fuck, you taste good."

  "NOAH! I need you inside of me," she protests when I swirl my tongue around her pink clit. I'm going to drive her crazy, sucking on her lips, biting occasionally.

  "PLEASE!" she yells and crushes my head onto her cunt.

  I groan loudly. Not fucking happening, ballerina. Her feet are resting on my shoulders. Her toes start to curl and I know she's close. My tongue is relentless against her as she squirms and comes hard. I can feel her core tightening as she lets her coiled body explode.

  Relaxing her gorgeous body, she pants my name. Swiping my tongue between her folds once more before standing up, I look down at her as I undo my slacks and drop them.

  A cute growl pierces my ears as I take my heavy cock out. I want her against the wall. I want to see her face when I fill her this time. Picking her up without warning, I crush my mouth to hers as we crash into the wall.

  She screams as I part her legs, sinking the head of my cock into her folds. I love it when she loses her mind. My hands dig into her thighs when I thrust up into her. Her pussy is still so fucking tight—I'm about to lose my shit as well. "You like it when I fuck you hard, don't you?" Grunting with every thrust, her breaths are coming out in a rush. Her sharp nails dig into my back.

  "Yes. Harder…HARDER!" she yells out as I pound her. She better come soon or I'll lose it without her. As if on cue her body tightens and explodes with energy. Visible waves are crashing into her repeatedly. I slam my cock into her over and over again while she comes, pressing her back against the wall harder.

  I have total control over her, over us. She loves when I take over and fuck her like it's the last time I'll ever be inside of her. My balls firm up and I come, hot spurts of semen filling her tight, spasming cunt.

  I've got her hands pinned against the wall. She fucking loves that too. I had to take them when she dug into my skin. I have no doubt that I will wake up with scratches covering my back.

  She looks up at me, and smiles sweetly, as though this sexy, erotic little devil just vanished and she’s my angel again.

  “Noah Ryan, you are so amazing at this.”

  “You better believe it, baby.” My lips find hers in my embrace as I let go of her wrists, allowing her to latch onto me.

  Groaning against her skin, I add, "Making you come is going to be my new full-time job."

  We're like this for minutes, kissing each other slowly against the wall in my kitchen. She's as light as a feather but something heavy is weighing on me, something lost in the back of my mind. I can't pull it to the front, but it's there somewhere. She hums into my mouth and I love it. I love that sound—she makes it after we've fucked each other thoroughly.

  She wiggles her ass so I ease her down onto her feet.

  “The way you make me feel, little ballerina, is like the ocean to my sand. You mold me and form me however you want; I’m in it for the ride.”

  Heather

  February 13th.

  I HAVE TO GIVE the Royal Ballet my answer soon. I have to tell Noah today—I can’t keep this from him. I think he knows something is up from the way I have been acting. He’s been himself, but he’s quiet.

  We’re back at my place after spending two nights at his loft. The hours passed slowly as we lay naked on his bed, talking about the most mundane yet important things: his favorite childhood memory, what his childhood might have been like, and if he’d even want to meet his birth parents. He said he’s sure he wants to, but said he couldn’t do it alone. I’d go with him if he asked me, of course. He’s my man and I’m going to be there for him just as he has been here for me this past month and a half.

  Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. It’s going to be one of the few times that I’ll actually have a Valentine. I have no idea what he’s planning, but he’s been getting random phone calls and leaving the room to take them.

  I'm not sure how I'm going to break this to him, or how he's even going to react. He's a pretty calm individual, with that one exception. Since then he's been my same ole Noah: sweet, sexy, cocky, irresistible…and just all-around perfect.

  I'm currently sitting cross-legged on the couch surfing the web for Noah's Valentine’s gift. I'm getting cranky because I have no clue what to get him and no clue what he's got up his sleeve. Every time he walks by me, I have to close my MacBook and wait for him to go away. I've got so much on my mind—I’m so frustrated, I may just swear out loud.

  “Hey baby?” Noah calls out from the kitchen. “We’re going out tomorrow night. Wear something sexy for me?”

  I don't know what's come over me, but before I can stop myself, I reply in a low, grumbly voice, "Don't I always wear something sexy for you?" I’m still searching the Internet with my chin in my hand, not having any luck.

  He walks back to the living room and sits down next to me. I slam my MacBook closed and look up at him.

  “Baby, talk to me? What’s bothering you?”

  I sigh heavily and lay my head against the back of the couch, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "Nothing. I'm fine."

  He moves the laptop off of my lap and onto the pink coffee table before lifting me onto his lap. “Don’t give me that, ballerina. Tell me what’s going on.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm cranky."

  “Why? What happened to make my girl cranky? Do you want me to beat someone’s ass in?” he asks, as he kisses the shell of my ear and down to my collarbone.

  I mumble my reply, "No. I haven't had any gummy bears in, like, five days. And it pisses me off. And I can't find your gift.”

  I can tell he’s trying not to laugh. “Ballerina, don’t worry about a gift. I just want you, and as for your gummy bears…I can make a run to the grocery store if you’d like. I don’t mind, but I know there’s more to this than a gift and gummy bears.”

  “But I am worried about your gift.”

  He smiles down at me and kisses me slowly, holding me to him. I feel my body melt into his and I know he does, too.

  “What’s really bothering you? Tell me, baby, please.”

  I shut my eyes and lay my head against his chest. He’s so good for me: he always knows exactly what I need.

  “I got an offer at the showcase,” I say softly.

  “What kind of offer?” he implores.

  I start playing with his fingers absentmindedly, watching his chest rise and fall slowly...evenly. “The director of the London Ballet wants me to dance for them."

  I don't know if
I’m seeing things or not but I swear his breathing just stopped.

  “London? As in London, England?”

  His heart is beating faster, more intense than it was.

  “Yes. They want my answer tomorrow.”

  He's quiet and so am I. I don't know what to say and I can tell he's thinking, contemplating. When he finally speaks, his voice is thick...raspier. "Were you going to tell me?"

  Was I? Of course I was…but I didn’t. This internal battle is killing me slowly. “I was, and I should have earlier. I’m sorry. I’ve been struggling with it so much.” I quickly dash the stupid tears that fall away.

  He lifts me off of his lap with great ease and sets me on the cushion beside him. He doesn't speak for the longest time and I swear I’m about to sob uncontrollably. He has never pushed me away from him. Never. I'm trembling inside. I can't even describe the way I feel right now.

  Crushed? No.

  Devastated. Yes.

  Finally, he moves. He gets up from the couch and leaves the room. I have no idea where he's gone, but he doesn't want to be in the same room as me. And I can't even blame him. I think he went to my bedroom so I move off of the couch and drag myself to my room.

  “Noah?” I ask, tears threatening to overtake me.

  “Are you considering it?” he asks, as he stares out my tall windows.

  I stare down at my feet. I can't even answer him. He takes my silence as confirmation and I hear him again. "Why?"

  “Noah…it’s been my dream for as long as I can remember. My mother…she told me I had nothing stopping me. I just had to stay on my toes.” Choking on my words, I grip the sleeves of Noah’s favorite sweater. “I can’t just say no…”

  His voice is cold and it stuns me. "So it's a yes then?"

  He won't even turn around and look at me. I walk closer to him. “I haven’t decided yet.”

  I want him to look at me. I want him to hold me like he was, but I understand why he’s pulling away from me. His “mother” and now me. All the women he has ever trusted. She and I…hurt him. His breathing is uneven. I swear I can feel the heat radiating off of his body—a new storm is brewing.