"I had roommates in college and I hated dealing with their shit all the time. I like being on my own...for now anyway."
I touch her nose lightly, "You should watch your language, young lady." I'm pressing my luck.
She just laughs, "Yeah, I talk like a sailor sometimes...drives my Mom crazy...she thinks it's because I hang out with Tracy, who really is an artist with words!" She laughs again. I decide not to say more for now.
She changes the subject, "Do you like working for your Dad?"
"I only work for him when he needs something. For the most part, I have my own clients and dealings with the LPE Group and some other developers." We're both sipping and blowing on our soup, but I keep my hand on her the whole time.
"Do you like being a lawyer...the kind of work you do?"
"Yeah...I do. It's interesting and each project, each client is a little different...keeps me busy."
"Well...I told you I'm in Human Resources..." She is looking at me more than eating now. I know she wants me to ask her more about what she does. I only smile.
Natalie had been such a pain in the ass about her job. Always using it as an excuse to put distance between us. I don't want to encourage Lucy to do the same. I don't really care what she does now...it's more what she's willing to do later that matters to me. I grin thinking about this, raising one eyebrow. I still can't believe I'm already this far gone for this girl!
She smiles questioningly back at me, but continues talking, "...I do recruiting for an accounting firm. I mostly fill the non-accounting jobs though, like marketing and."
I interrupt her. "You must have good instincts when it comes to people." She smiles at this and doesn't look offended that I stopped her from saying more. Good.
"I think I do..." She takes a bite again. "I like to believe that I can get to the heart of a person pretty quickly and judge a good fit."
I take her hand and place it on my chest, "How bout my heart?"
"It's beating pretty fast." She blushes and starts to pull away, but I keep her hand there.
"No...what do you think of our fit?" I continue to look her directly in the eye.
Her blushing increases, she breaks the stare and looks down, but I wait for her to look back up again with a smile changing back and forth from big to small. "I like you..."
"I like you too, Lucy." I kiss her, tasting the chili sauce from her last bite.
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We walk slowly down my street. In front of my building, I stop. "This is my place."
She looks straight up the high-rise and back down into the lobby. "Nice. What floor are you on?"
I open the glass door for her, "The top."
She purses her lips, "Of course." She giggles. We walk passed the doorman, who waves at me.
I press my keycard against the elevator lock and the doors open. "Is this a private elevator?"
"Sort of. It's for the top floor condos only. There's four of us." I can see that she's trying to hide being impressed. "With one of my real estate deals, I was able to buy into this building while it was still in the development stage."
"Wow...very impressive. I thought finding a one-bedroom in Lincoln Park was hard enough!"
"I like your place...it's very sweet and warm...like you." I squeeze her waist to my side as the elevator opens again. I keep us walking this closely all the way to my door.
I open and let her enter first. I know my place is impressive and I want to see her reaction for the first time. Mike always jokes about how much pussy I must get with this address. But he knows that I don't let many people up here. I like my privacy.
The entry hallway is all white, with a long table and tall mirror behind it. I take her purse and set it on the bench under the table. She continues walking in without saying a word, just looking around with her mouth wide open. I stopped walking behind her, enjoying my view too.
Finally, she turns to me at the end of the hall where it opens up to the main living room, "Wow! This place is great!"
"Thanks. I hired a decorator, so I can't take credit for everything in here, but I do love it." I catch up with her in the long living/dining room combo. The floor to ceiling windows highlight the surrounding cityscape. I lead her out to my terrace for a better view.
Standing with my arms around her, pressing her legs against the low wall, my face in her hair. "This is such a great view of the city! Is this patio just yours or do you share it with the other apartments?"
"Just mine." I press myself a little more into her lower back, giving in to the urgency her curves create. She presses back slightly, but then freezes...a little uncertain of what she's doing. Her hesitancy only makes me harder.
I turn her around to face me, her mouth awaiting mine, lips wet and soft. My hands travel from her hips up to her tits, using just my thumbs to whisper across her erect nipples. Her gasp is quick and soft inside my mouth.
I pull her tank top up over her head before she can stop me. Her eyes dart around, but I silence her protests, "No one can see us." My kiss more firm, her response more urgent. Her hands go to my waist, but again freeze...uncertain. I lower my kisses to the tops of her tits, pushing the lace bra aside to tease her nipples harder; her hands find a home in my hair, pulling nicely.
Taking her hand, I lead her back into the living room. I sit on the sofa, positioning her standing between my legs, my hands on her hips. "Take off your bra."
She frowns and smiles, but says nothing, reaching behind her to unhook. She slowly lets the straps fall down her arms, keeping her hands over the front. I raise one brow and nod my head for her to continue.
She hesitates, but then quickly removes the bra, keeping her tits covered with her left arm. I move my hands to her ass, cupping both cheeks and squeezing hard, forcing her off balance. Her hands automatically go to my shoulders to stop from falling forward, her tits gently pendulum in front of my face. I slowly wrap my tongue around one then the other nipple, looking up into her eyes. She's biting her lower lip.
She digs her fingers into my shoulders and slides onto my lap as I pull her down. Her thighs are tight against my sides. My arms cover her whole back, both hands in her hair. Pulling her head back gently, I nibble her neck, pressing her down.
"Push your hips against me," my voice low and deep, more of a growl. She moves her hips, a rocking motion, her thighs pressing harder, back arching more.
I pick her up, her legs stay around me, she buries her face in my neck. I carry her with my hands under her ass into my bedroom.
I stop next to the bed and stand her up, pushing her off me a little. "I want to see you. Take off your shorts."
She drops her hands from my shoulders, puts her tits out a little more. "You first."
I harden my look, but decide to let it slide...this time.
I unbutton my shirt and let it drop to the floor behind me. With two fingers, I grab the front of her shorts and pull her forwards, then quickly push her back, keeping her balanced with only my fingers. Her look of fear is all too fleeting, quickly changing to surprise then a smile. "Undress. Now." I keep my look hard but my voice quiet.
She hesitates again, looking down at my hand. I move it away. Not looking up again, she slowly removes her shorts, letting them pool at her feet for a second before kicking them behind her.
She still hasn't looked up, her hair covering her face more as it falls out of the loose knot. I close the step between us, push her purple thong down her hips and thighs. She leaves it at her feet. She lightly touches my chest, just her fingertips tracing the outline of my muscles. The heat of her kiss on the middle of my chest sends a charge down my stomach. My cock twitches.
I walk her backwards to the edge of my bed. She's staring up at me now. The blue of her eyes brighter. I undo my belt, taking my shorts and boxers off together. They fall heavily to the floor. With my arm bracing her back, I kneel down onto her, laying us flat against each other.
I have to hold myself up not to crush her. Her hands are digging into my arms.
I push her legs open with mine, her low moan muffled in my chest. My right hand opens her pussy, middle finger barely entering, her heat wet against my palm. She moves her hips slightly to try to pull my finger in deeper. I press her clit down with the length of my finger. Not yet. She squirms but stops pressing.
I kiss her face, lips, neck, continuing to gently stroke her clit with only one finger, barely inside her. When I feel her pussy lips tighten, I don't want to wait any longer. I force my hard cock inside her in one rough push. She lets out a high pitched moan.
I stay deep inside her, not moving, feeling her depth trying to take all of me, her hips pushing down into the bed, away from me.
"No...stay still." She stops moving, her fingers digging into my back, nails scraping. I push harder into her. "Does that hurt?"
"No," it's barely a breath out of her, "a little."
"Squeeze me." Her eyes pop open at this. I grin at her. "Go on."
She closes her eyes again and gently bites my chest as her pussy firms around my cock. "Good girl." I pull out quickly and push in again harder. Her moan is louder, her head thrown back against the pillow. I thrust several times just as hard, my breathing matching hers.
Slowing down again, I feel her hips grinding into mine, trying to push me faster. "I said stay still!" I stop thrusting with my cock just inside her lips. Her eyes pop open, again. Her look almost makes me cum...surprise, fear...and shame. I grab her hands and hold them down above her head, still not re-entering her.
"Can you stay still, Lucy?" I kiss her nose. I'm holding back as long as I can.
"Yes...yes," her answer is more a plead, a moan. I enter her as hard as I can, her breath catches her scream turning it into a strangled moan. My body slaps hers faster. We climax together, as I collapse on top of her.
It takes awhile for our breathing to even out, staying in rythme. I slide off to her side, keeping my arm draped across her stomach, hand caressing her tit gently. She slowly opens her eyes.
Chapter 9 HER
My pussy is still pulsing under the weight of him. When he moves off, the air feels too cool and I can feel my nipples hardening, his touch helping.
I still can't believe I'm in bed with him! It's been over eight months since my last time, as Tracy keeps reminding me. Well, she won't worry about me re-virginizing now! I press my legs together...hell, I'm actually sore.
I open my eyes and am surprised to see it's still light out. Who has first-time mind-blowing sex in the middle of the day?! I turn my head towards him and return his smile.
His teeth are so perfect, his lips a deeper shade of red now, his forehead still glistening from sex. I could stare into his eyes all day...Oh, God...I think I'm having dreamy love thoughts already!
"Are you thirsty?" He moves to get out of bed. His back muscles stretch and tense, his arms popping out in detail. I pull the sheet up to cover myself.
"Yes...please." I can't look away as he stands, his ass two perfectly hard cantaloupes, his legs lean and lightly covered in soft brown hair. I blush seeing nail marks on one of his shoulders.
He walks around the bed and picks up his boxers. I look down so he doesn't catch me staring. He goes over to a tall dresser and takes out two t-shirts. He puts one on and tosses the other onto the bed at my feet. "Put this on."
I sit up after he leaves the room. Getting out of bed, I pull the t-shirt over my head appreciating that it reaches to my knees. I also retrieve my undies from the floor and head into the attached bathroom.
This place is amazing. The bathroom is a sea of marble...floor, walls, counters, a shower stall the size of my whole bathroom, a tub I could swim in. I find the toilet behind it's own door. Yep, I am definitely sore...and my face is going to hurt if I don't stop smiling.
He didn't come back into the bedroom, so I slowly walk out into the hallway. I can hear him moving around and follow the noise around the corner. His kitchen looks out into the open dining and living room, an all black and stainless steel place. He's opening a bottle of champagne as I enter. The pop startles me and I laugh.
"We're celebrating! Grab those glasses." He points to a countertop and I follow him out to the sofa with two flutes.
Tucking my legs under myself, covering my knees with his shirt, I lift a glass for him to pour. "You are so beautiful!" He wetly kisses my mouth, handing the glass back.
I've always hated how easily I blush. "Thank you."
From the hallway, I can hear my phone ringing, the tone getting louder. I jump up and race over to my purse, thinking it might be my parents. I answer without looking at the callerid.
"Hello."
"Hey!" It's Tracy. "How was your big date with Billy the Bullet? Was he faster than a speeding...bullet?!" She's laughing at her own joke. Oh, God...I have her on speaker. I quickly switch this off.
"Um...Trace...I'm going to have to call you back later." I turn towards the mirror. I'm beat red now. I turn quickly away.
"Oh! Is he there? I want details later!"
"Yeah...ok...I'll call you when I'm home."
"You slut! I'm proud of you." She laughs before hanging up.
Setting my phone down, I wait before walking back into the living room. Max isn't sitting on the sofa. I look around and see him standing on the patio again. Maybe he didn't hear that?
Picking up the other glass of champagne, I walk out there. "Sorry about that. I thought it might be my folks...they're driving in and said they might arrive early."
"But it wasn't your parents." So he did hear. His look is distant and dark, brows shading his light eyes, his voice harsher.
"No...that was Tracy." I feel warm and red all over suddenly.
"I gathered that." He takes a slow sip of wine, not taking his eyes off of me. "So who's Billy? The guy who called earlier?"
I take a sip and swallow loudly. "Um...yeah...I had plans for a bike ride today..." I'm not really sure what to say after that.
"Is he someone you're seeing?" His voice is so low and steady, it's almost hypnotic.
"Um...not really...I just met him...friend of a friend sorta thing..." I'm really uncomfortable now, I drop his gaze and take another sip, turning towards the view.
He stands behind me like earlier, pressing me into the low wall. He pulls me towards him with his arm around my chest, holding my left shoulder. I can feel his heart beating against my back. "I know this may be too soon to have this conversation, Lucy." He takes a deep breath, my body moving with his. "But I want you to know that you're special. I haven't felt this in a long time...how I feel about you. I think we could have something very special if you're willing to give it a chance."
I'm floored. Speechless. He is definitely more direct than any other guy I've ever known. I turn around to face him and am surprised at how stern his face looks, jaw set, eyes piercing. "I really like you too, Max." It sounds so lame, but I'm uncertain of saying anything else. That feeling in my stomach has returned...the lust.
He lifts my chin with one finger up to him. "I want you all to myself."
I just blink in response, unable to think of what to say. We did just sleep together...but, we hardly know each other. "You hardly know me."
"And I want the chance for us to get to know each other without...distractions." His finger continues holding my head up.
"You aren't seeing other women?" I try for an accusatory tone, but fall short, I can hear the hope in my voice.
"Not since I met you."
"Well...you made it sound like you date around alot."
He takes my hand and leads me over to a u-shaped sectional in the middle of the terrace. He pulls me onto his lap. His left arm rests behind me, his right hand goes under my shirt and holds my hip. The intimacy of his touch and this conversation continue to make me squirm.
His fingers squeeze into my hip a little more. "My last serious relationship was about five years ago. I've dated a lot of women since then." He pauses to smile, to take the sting out of his words. "But I haven't truly cared about anyone. A date
was just a woman to take to an event or spend a little time with...no one that I've truly been myself with. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes..."
"And I see in you...someone I want to spend alot of time with...that I want to be myself with you." He says this like it holds a different meaning for him, a significance I'm not getting. His eyes staring for an answer in mine.
"What do you mean...be yourself? How are you different with me?" I brush a wave away from his eyes, staring into the stark green.
"I have certain...beliefs...in how it should be between us." The confused look on my face must have been enough for him to continue trying to explain. "I want more from you, so I'm willing to put in more effort to have you. That's how it's different with you...for me."
"I...I...I really like you, too, Max." I falter in trying to match his honesty. "And I haven't been this excited about a guy in a long time too. My last real boyfriend was two years ago, so I don't jump into relationships...or bed...with just anyone." I finish with a small laugh, trying to lighten our talk.
"Good. I don't think you'll believe this...but I do know you, Lucy...I believe I know the real you...the one you may hide from others, but not from me... the one you showed me last night."
I blush at this...so he does remember everything we said too. "So...what...after only a couple of dates...you want to be exclusively dating?" This whole conversation seems surreal...isn't it usually the girl who pushes for commitment?!
"Yes." I wait for him to say more, but he just keeps holding my gaze.
"Oh." I have no idea what to say.
"Stop thinking so much...and just tell me how you feel." His crooked grin is in place again. My back relaxes at seeing this.
"I'd like to see where this goes with us, too."
"Good." He lightly slaps the side of my butt and hip. "Then it's settled. No more friends of friends, sorta seeing other guys."
"...And no meaningless dates with other girls for you?" I poke his chest.
He pulls me into a kiss in answer. His hand moves up to my nipple, giving it a tweak, then pressing with his thumb. I can feel his cock hardening at my side. I squirm against him and move so I can put my hand between us. Through his boxers, I rub the top of his cock, illiciting a moan from us both.
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