We didn’t talk about much, just the usual nervous first date talk: the weather, the traffic, the night before with my car and the coffee. I thanked him again for his kindness.
We pulled up to this swanky bar, and the valet seemed to recognize him. Henry handed him the keys to his truck and slipped the valet some cash. They nodded at each other. When we walked in, the host also recognized Henry.
“Ahhh, Mr. Daniels.” He smiled and held out his hand. “Miss.” Then he took my hand and kissed it. I was a little taken aback by his gesture because this kind of place was so not me. I needed to be in a bar with peanut shells on the floor, where they served only non-microbrew domestic beers, and there was a bouncer named Bubba milling around at the front door.
“How’s it going, Philip?” Apparently, it was a bar that Henry frequented. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
“Very well, sir. Thank you for asking. Your usual table, sir?” Henry looked at me. I looked up at him, thinking I was just going to be the next notch on his bedpost. Just great. I felt like such a fucking idiot! I knew he couldn’t be interested in me as a whole…just a small portion of me. I looked at the décor, trying to distract myself. I felt a little humiliated that I fell for his antics.
“You know what? Let’s change it up a bit.” I was wondering if that was a code of some sort, meaning don’t take me where I sit with my usual Barbie whores who give me blow jobs in the back room.
“Alright, sir, miss, follow me. I have the perfect spot available.” Henry took my hand and I jumped, as the iciness of it took me by surprise once again. We walked until we came to a small red couch. “Is this to your liking, sir?” Henry looked at me, and I shrugged. I didn’t care. I was going to try to find an out pretty soon. At the very least, I was going to get one drink out of the epic disaster.
I felt like such a fucking moron. There I was swooning over this oversexed, obviously far too up on the social ladder douchebag, only to be looked at as his next notch.
“Yes. Thank you, Philip.” Henry casually pulled his other hand out of his pocket and slipped Philip a tip. I wondered how much the tip was. In such a swanky place, I suspected it was at least a hundred.
I looked around a little more, as he chatted it up with Philip. The lighting was dimmed with a purpose. The floors were dark, along with the walls, but the couches were blood red leather. The tables were all glass, and there were fresh white orchids at each table. The music was low, but sexy. It was not the usual “get up and dance” kind of bar. As I looked around at all the fancied out couples, I wondered if it was some sort of swingers club. I was not doing that!
“Thank you, sir. Miss.” Philip nodded at me. “I will notify Mr. Williams that you are here.” Then Philip walked away. Henry waited to sit until I sat down. Such a gentleman. I could hardly contain my eye roll.
“Bring all your dates here?” I said in my full blown “I can’t believe I fell for your tricks” attitude.
“No, not really. I have a couple times. This is usually a third or fourth date kind of place for me.” He smiled. Good god, his smile was stunning.
“So should I feel special I made it here on the first date?” I hoped, with every fiber of my being, that he was being truthful.
“I do think you should feel that way.”
A middle-aged man with a small potbelly in a fancy suit approached us. “Mr. Daniels, pleasure seeing you here this evening. It’s been a while.” He chuckled. Henry smirked. Great. He was probably there the previous evening with some floozy whore making out, and then fucking her unwalkable in the back room. We stood up to greet Mr. Fancy Pants.
“What’s going on, Cam?” They did the quick man fist, grip shoulder, hug thing.
“On a date?” Henry nodded. Mr. Cam Fancy Pants glanced over at me and gave me the old up and down. “Lucky man to walk in here with such a fox.” I blushed and looked down. He held out his hand to me. “Cam Williams.” Henry looked at me and smiled.
“Elaina Cooper.” I took his hand, and he gently squeezed mine. I tried to be confident and powerful.
“I do feel lucky,” Henry said with pride in his voice. I still didn’t understand.
“You take care of my boy here.” Then he winked. What the fuck did that mean? “Listen, I got that whiskey in this morning that you wanted. I’m keeping it for my private stock in the back since, technically, I can’t sell it. Do you want that tonight? Drinks are on the house.”
“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.”
“And for the pretty little lady?” Cam looked at me with a devious smile.
“I will have a glass of red wine, please.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Do you have a Cabernet Franc?”
“Of course. I have an ‘09 that is fantastic. I will send Wesley over with your order.” He walked away. Good Lord, it had to be the most insanely over-the-top, ritzy place that I had ever been to. Henry motioned for us to sit back down.
“Who was that?”
“The owner. Nice guy. He takes care of me when I need it and, in turn, I take care of his staff with a nice tip or two.” He smiled.
“Friend of yours?”
“Ahh…I suppose. We don’t hang out, per se. Let’s just say I’m a very good customer.” I wasn’t sure what to think of that statement. “Anyway, I thought we could have a drink and chat for a few before dinner.” He checked his fancy watch. I’m sure it was worth more than my car. “I made reservations at Christiano’s for six forty-five.” My eyes popped out of my head. Christiano’s was so far out of my budget, I couldn’t afford to even be on the wait staff there.
“You don’t have to take me to such nice places.” I was embarrassed. He looked at me, then laughed. “What’s so funny?” I growled.
“You. Most women want to be taken to stuffy places like this, but I sense that you would be happy at a regular bar or a diner, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m on a PBR budget, not an outrageously-priced whiskey budget. I’m not sure if you are trying to impress me or woo me.” Wesley brought over our drinks and set them on the table. Henry thanked him and passed him a tip. At that point, I was certain that he was loaded. It was the third bill he handed out, and we had just gotten our drinks. I couldn’t imagine what he would tip at dinner.
“Well, to be honest, I hope to do both.” Oh no, not the deep rasp again. He slid over on the couch a little. I froze as he cupped my cheek in his cold palm. “I had such a nice time chatting with you last night. You know, I haven’t met anyone like you before. You are honest, spunky and, my god, you are so beautiful.” I looked down in embarrassment. “I wanted to kiss you so bad last night. I hope I’m not being too forward.” He moved in so close, I could feel his breath on my lips. I swallowed hard. Our lips were millimeters apart, and then he whispered, “May I?” I was putty.
I wanted to slap some sense into myself, but it was as if he had put a spell on me. He was hot, a gentleman, and probably a man whore, but I could look past that for the time being. Chalk one up for me for having a run in with the flat tire and phone thieving fairies.
“Yes…,” I breathed out.
He closed the distance between us and brushed his soft lips across mine. He paused to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Then he tilted his head and began kissing me gently. I heard him groan to himself, which turned me on and made my insides stir. He slowly pulled away, leaving me breathless. He ran his fingers down my neck to my hand. His gorgeous eyes were boring into me, trying to read my every move. I was ready to lay back and let him take me right there, but I decided to act like a lady for the moment.
We finished our drinks, while chatting a little about nothing, and we left for Christiano’s.
When we entered the restaurant, I was looking around at all the luxury. It was hard to see all the fancy people in the dim lighting, but I was certain that I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew there. Between the idle chatting and the soft music playing in the background, there was a quiet murmur throu
ghout.
When we reached the table, I was impressed with the setting…the white linens and perfectly placed water glasses, napkins, and utensils. It was much different than the rolled up paper napkin/cheap silverware combo that I was used to.
I was not the type of girl who was going to order a small salad, as I watched my date eat lobster and steak. I liked to eat, and I wasn’t going to waste an extravagant meal in a place like that. So, after a brief discussion about what looked tasty on the menu, I ordered the same.
He spent a lot of time just watching me. I almost felt like he was studying me. I was feeling somewhat self-conscious, and his constant stare made it difficult to eat.
“I’m sorry if I am making you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t stare at you so much. I’m just… I don’t know. I can’t believe you would want go out on a date with me.” I burst out laughing.
Funniest. Epiphany. Ever.
“What?” He looked legitimately confused and I took another sip of wine.
“Have you seen yourself?”
“Every damn day.” He still looked confused.
“Let’s just say that I was thinking the same thing.”
“Really?” He took another bite of his steak, chewing it slowly. He was obviously rolling my words over and over in his head.
The waiter came over and refilled our glasses of wine for what seemed like the fourth or fifth time. I lost count. Even with the surf and turf in my stomach, the alcohol was starting to hit me pretty hard. What can I say? I was a lightweight. I was beginning to feel brave and a little less inhibited.
“So how did that beautiful face of yours get bruised up?”
He quirked an eyebrow at me. “You want the truth, or do you want some version of it?”
“I would love the truth. I’m all about being honest.”
“Right. Well…it’s kind of not pretty.” I raised my eyebrow. “You drive a hard bargain, my love.” I was briefly stunned when he called me “my love”. I had to shake it off.
“That I do,” I murmured.
“I got into an altercation at the gym.” Again, with the eyebrow. “He was an ass. I was defending myself. The ambulance took him away, and I wasn’t arrested. The end.”
“Hmm. Well, if it was self-defense…” Then I shrugged. He smirked and I could see the relief in his eyes.
When the waiter came back to refill our glasses once again, we ordered dessert. We ended up sharing a chocolate pot de crème. If it was just me, I would have inhaled the entire thing myself without blinking. He confessed that he had a horrible sweet tooth. Likewise, my friend.
After the delicious, outrageously priced dinner, we sat back and had a few more glasses of wine. We talked and laughed a lot. I was feeling so comfortable around him. It could have been all the wine, but we connected. Kismet? Quite possibly.
As embarrassing as this is to admit, I invited him home with me that night. I’m sure all the excess of wine had something to do with it. It made me ballsier than usual. Believe me when I say I never did that. I can count on one hand how many times I have had sex, but I couldn’t help myself. He was stunning, and I was in desperate need of him.
The entire ride back to my apartment was full of nervous laughter and small talk. When we made it to my door, I hoped Claire wasn’t there. I opened the door, and the lights were off. I thanked her silently, and flicked them on.
As soon as I closed my apartment door, Henry grabbed my face with both of his hands and began kissing me with a passion that I had never felt before. He pulled me close into his stellar body and moaned into my mouth as his tongue took over. He broke the kiss.
“It’s getting warm in here.” The rasp in his voice made my knees weak. A slow, sexy smile spread across his lips.
When he shrugged off his jacket and turned to lay it on the chair, I saw the faint lines of a tattoo across his upper back through his white button-down shirt. We took up residence on my couch. He pulled me onto his lap and I straddled his hips. His hands traveled up and down my sides. He was kissing me hungrily, and then he reached up and pulled the clip out of my hair.
“I like it down,” he murmured in my ear as my hair swept down around my shoulders. He pulled back and looked at me for a moment. “Jesus Christ, Elaina. You are so beautiful.” He dove in and kissed me some more. He was an amazing kisser. I’m sure he had tons of practice. He must have had to beat the women off with a stick. Still, I was in shock that he wanted me. I hoped I wasn’t the last single woman in the area that he hadn’t slept with yet.
He ran his hand over my small breast. I let out a slight moan and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Maybe we should head into my bedroom?” I said, between his kisses.
“That’s up to you,” he drawled as he kissed my neck. I shuddered in excitement. I stood up and took his hand, guiding him to my bedroom.
I yanked his shirt out of his pants and finished unbuttoning it. He was deliciously fit and, from what I could see, quite aroused. I was a little nervous because he looked a little larger than I had ever dealt with…and he was still tucked in his pants!
I ran my hands down his sexy, muscled shoulders to his cut abdomen, feeling the hardness of his muscles under my small hands. He groaned as he kissed me. I traced the lines of the V that was like an arrow, directing me to the place I wanted to touch.
“You have an amazing body.” I was almost drooling. He looked like a model.
“Thanks. I think we need to even up a little here. I need to see you.” He grabbed my hand and gently spun me around. He laid his hands on my lower abdomen, pulling me into his body. He nipped at my ear, while swaying our hips back and forth together. He reached between us and unzipped my dress.
Thankfully, I wore one of my only matching bra/panties sets, just in case. They were black lace, and I thought they were sexy. He spun me back around, and looked me up and down after the dress hit the floor.
“Shit. You are stunning. Perfectly curvy.” He pulled me close again, and I felt his thickness swell, begging to be released from its confinement. I unbuckled his belt and his pants. He had on these really foxy, tight black boxers that were low cut, exposing that long track of dark hair that ran below the waist. I ran my hand over his thickness. He closed his eyes and sucked in a hard breath.
My body was buzzing. I needed him. I tugged his arm, walking backward to my bed. As I leaned back, he laid on top of me, pushing his hips into mine, grinding his hard length against my begging core. He kissed my neck and trailed down to my nonexistent cleavage. He unhooked the clasp on my bra, and he groaned when he finally saw me. I was thrilled that he was enjoying my body.
He kissed my chest and ran his tongue around my perky pinks. I nearly convulsed. His tongue must have had some sort of magic in it because it was making my body do crazy things that it had never done before. He reached down and began massaging me, grinding the lace panties into my heated, wet flesh. I was drenched and ready. I wanted him in the worst way. He looked up at me with those dazzling eyes.
“You are so fucking ready for me. But not yet.” He slowly pulled off my black lace panties and shimmied out of his boxers. He kissed my abdomen, nipped at my skin, and he made it to my hip bone. Each kiss felt better than the last. I was enjoying every second of his lips on my body.
Then it hit me: Oh, god. He was about to do a muff dive. I hoped that I was fresh smelling. Glad I did some proper grooming in the shower that afternoon. He went in for the kill. His tongue teased my nub. My hips bucked under him. I moaned so loud, it was embarrassing.
He looked up at me and smirked. “God, you smell and taste amazing. You like that, my love?”
“Yes. More,” I rasped. He teased me, moving his tongue around my folds, sucking and dipping his tongue in as far as he could. Good god, it was intense and amazing, and I couldn’t help but move my hips to the rhythm of his tongue. Then he slid in a couple fingers. He knew exactly where to massage, and in less than a minute, I was pulsating feverously around his fingers.
I heard him chuckle a little. “You want more, my love?” Christ, he was going to kill me.
“I want you.” I reached over into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. He happily obliged and leaned back on his knees. He rolled it over his veiny, heavy thickness. I about died when I saw it, and worried that it wouldn’t fit.
Henry crawled up on me and began kissing me again. I could taste myself on his tongue. He was balancing his upper body in a push up position, staring at me. His eyes were sparkling and dancing.
“You are so gorgeous.” He surely knew how to pour on the charm. He positioned his tip at my entrance. “You sure? We can stop now if you want. I want you badly, but if you want to stop, I’m fine with that.”
“Please. I need more of you.” I was a hot mess of desire and need. He slowly slid his thickness into me. I gasped as he stretched me and filled me to my max. He groaned and bit his lower lip. He waited for a few seconds before he could say or do anything. I was thankful for his pause because I needed a minute to get used to him.
“Oh, god, you’re so fucking tight. I can barely handle it.” He looked into my eyes and saw my struggle. “You alright?” My nod was slow, and I was still unable to breathe. “You sure?” I nodded again. He lovingly stroked my cheek with his thumb, as he settled his big body down on me.
He wrapped his arms under mine, holding me firmly in place. He breathed deep, and began moving his entire length in and out of me. I gripped onto his shoulders and dug in with my nails. He felt so damn good.
He worked me with a slow, deliberate rhythm for a while.
“You want more from me, my love?” The sexy rasp and calling me “my love” was killing me.
“Yes. More,” I moaned. I popped my hips up, and he began an assault like I’ve never felt before. His thrusts were harsh and deep. Immediately, he was panting. He was an above ten on the sexy scale while he was fucking my brains out.
“Fffuuuuck, Elaina. You feel so good,” he moaned. I felt my core stirring again. I was close, and I had a feeling he was, too, considering he was trembling.
He pounded into me furiously, and I lost it. I wrapped my legs around his body and cried out as waves of great pleasure crashed over me. My core exploded, soaking the both of us.
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