by J B Glazer
“And it works?”
“Yes.”
“So as long as you avoid temptation you’re in control.”
I nod. “Even when the temptation is right in front of me, I’ve gotten pretty good at finding ways to deal with it.”
“I bet I can make you lose control. Right here, right now.”
“Try me.”
He looks at me through narrowed eyes as though deep in thought. Then he smiles and lifts the starched white tablecloth, placing it over our laps. I raise an eyebrow at him in question. He places his hand on my knee in response and lets it linger there for a few minutes. Just as I relax his fingers slowly travel up my thigh. Oh, no. Why did I wear a dress tonight? His dark eyes lock with mine in a battle of wills. His hand reaches my panties and he begins caressing the fabric. He wouldn’t dare. Would he? I take a sharp intake of breath as he slips his fingers inside. “Please, not here,” I whisper, looking around. But the other patrons seem oblivious to what’s going on.
He leans in and kisses my neck. I tilt my head back and his tongue works his way up until his breath is hot in my ear. “I’ll stop anytime you want. Just say the word.” He nips my earlobe as he pushes my panties aside, giving him full access. I close my eyes, trying to block out the heat that’s building between my legs. He presses his thumb against me in a circular motion, over and over again. I instinctively buck up against him. He continues his exploration, inserting two and then three fingers inside me while his thumb strokes my most sensitive parts.
“God, you’re so wet,” he groans.
I can’t believe how turned on I am or that I’m allowing him to do this to me in public. I wouldn’t kiss him before on a relatively quiet sidewalk, yet here I am with his fingers inside me while I’m surrounded by people. But I don’t care. I want more of what he’s giving me. His touch sets my body on fire and I’m not ready to extinguish the flames. No other man has ever made me feel this way. I didn’t realize what I was missing, but now that I’ve gotten a glimpse I crave more of what he’s offering. And I’ll go to whatever lengths it takes to get it.
“Should I stop?” he whispers in my ear.
I shake my head. I’m heady with lust and it clouds my judgment, but I’m content letting my body take over.
“What’s that?”
I know he’s toying with me. “No.” I open my eyes and look at him. “No, I don’t want you to stop. But you’d better finish what you started.”
He cups my chin with his free hand and says, “Gladly.” Then he leans in and kisses me, long and hard. He tastes like apples and whiskey with a hint of mint. He’s intoxicating. I’ve always believed a kiss is just a kiss—until now. His tongue seeks out mine, matching the strokes of his fingers. He moves faster, applying more pressure. A rich, delicious tightness coils in belly. Oh my God, I’m so close. I pull away from him as I hover on the edge. He strokes me in just the right spot and the tension unleashes. I begin trembling followed by a rush of pulsating heat between my legs. I let out a satisfied moan, then his lips are on mine again, swallowing my further sounds of passion with a kiss. I return his in earnest, attempting to let him know just how much I enjoyed his challenge. Though, I think it’s pretty obvious.
He pulls away, leaving me breathless from his heated kiss. He runs his thumb across my lip as his mouth curves into a satisfied grin. He knows he’s won. Technically both of us have. It take me a few minutes to compose myself, and I’m grateful he gives me that time rather than some smug remark. He’s watching me with a thoughtful expression while absently running his hand over his jaw.
“Thanks for giving me a minute there. I guess I need to work on my willpower,” I manage.
He laughs, a deep laugh. “You needed a minute? I need a cold shower.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. But it’s quickly replaced by a frown.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me. I’ve never done something like that before. Or rather, I’ve never done something like that before so publicly.”
“No one saw. The only impression I have of you is that you’re smart and sexy. And very different from the other women I’ve been with. In a good way.”
I lift my gaze to his and blush.
“Damn. When you look at me like that it makes me want to do very bad things. To you. With you.”
“So let’s go do them.”
Who am I? I have no clue where shy and reserved Lucy went. She’s apparently still at the bar with Trish. Because that Lucy would never have agreed to sleep with a stranger and let him do inappropriate things to her in public—very inappropriate things. And she wouldn’t have enjoyed it. Definitely not. So I’ll take this Lucy for the weekend. She’s kind of fun. And I need her sense of recklessness to do what I think Coffee Guy has in store for me. I like the new Lucy.
Apparently he does too. Because the look on his face is priceless. I’ve managed to shock him. “You ready to go?” I ask, all innocence.
He looks down at his lap. “Give me another minute or so.”
I smile at the bulge in his pants. A warm glow spreads through my belly, knowing I’ve excited him even though I got all the pleasure. “Maybe we should talk about something boring,” I suggest. “Like baseball.”
“No. Not baseball. It makes me think of first base, second base, home runs. You get where I’m going.”
“I do. How about golf. Are you a golf fan?”
“Yes. Generally all sports are good.” He takes a long swallow of his drink.
“So what bores you?”
He looks away in thought. “Fishing.”
“I don’t know a thing about fishing. But it doesn’t sound appealing. The worms, sitting out there for hours waiting for a fish to swim by. Excited by the tug on the line only to discover it’s an old shoe, or something like that. And I’ve heard once you actually catch one you throw it right back in the water. What’s the point of that? Doesn’t it kind of defeat the purpose?”
He stands up abruptly. “OK. I’m good now.”
“Oh. Let’s go then.”
“I’m gonna wash my hands on the way out. Meet me by the door.” He plants a kiss on my lips and then he’s gone.
I take another minute to compose myself. I do a quick check of my messages and there’s one from Melanie wanting to see how things are going. I text back a thumbs up and I’ll call her with details this weekend. My nerves are still on overdrive, so I swallow a long drink of water. Then I gather my bag and head toward the door.
He’s already waiting. He places his hand on my back as he pushes the door open for me. “You sure about this?” he asks as we step outside, giving me one last out.
“Yes, I’m sure.” My voice is strong and confident. But inside I’m trying to hold it together. I’m nervous and excited and just so damn anxious. If his appetizer was any indication, I’ve chosen the right partner. I think I’ll be fine once we get the first time out of the way. Then I’ll know what to expect. After that I can relax and enjoy it, maybe even figure out what turns him on. I stop walking and accidentally yank his arm back. He turns around so I shake my head and indicate we can keep going. I was just struck by the realization that I’m expecting there to be many times. That wasn’t something I would’ve considered at the beginning of the night. And that wasn’t part of Trish’s terms either. But I’ll be damned if I don’t make my own amendments.
Yes, I like the new Lucy.
Chapter 7
We head into the frigid night air and I shiver. I’m not sure if it’s from the cold or the anticipation of what’s to come. Perhaps a bit of both. Coffee Guy zips my coat up to my chin then wraps his arms around me. He leans his forehead against mine and I let out a sigh.
“That didn’t sound like a sigh of contentment,” he observes. He pulls back but I don’t meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he orders. I do and see concern etched into his features. “What’s wrong? Do you not want to go through with this?”
I s
hake my head. “I understand.” He looks genuinely upset.
“That’s not what I mean,” I say.
“Good. Because you don’t know how much I want this.”
Oh, but I do. And I love hearing how much he wants it too.
“Truth,” I say, burying my head against his chest. My words come out muffled so he pulls me back and says, “Can you please repeat that?”
I laugh and it eases some of the tension I’m carrying. “I know I said it before, but the truth is I worry you have the wrong impression of me.”
He quirks a brow and says, “What impression is that?”
I look down at my feet. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. “That I’m one of those girls. The kind who hook up with total strangers and think nothing of it.”
“Quite the contrary. You hardly let me touch you until we danced.”
“Sorry, I just have a weird thing about men touching me. I guess what I’m trying to say is I don’t know how to do this.”
“Don’t be sorry. Jesus, I don’t want you to feel the need to keep apologizing for your feelings.” He runs a hand through his hair as he paces back and forth. Finally, he stops in front of me. “Look, I’ve had my share of women. And when I want to get some, plenty of women jump at the chance, often before we even exchange names.” He sees my stricken expression and says, “Sorry, bad example. My point is, a lot of people are looking for no strings attached sex. I’m one of them. But I don’t think you’re one of those women. As for how we do this, there’s no manual. I get the sense you like structure and order, but take a leap of faith with me. I’d say we’re doing pretty well so far.”
I’d say we are too. A sense of relief washes over me. Especially after what just happened at the bar. I don’t want him to think less of me. Though I can’t help but heed his warning that he’s one of those guys. I need to remember that we said no strings, because he’s the kind of guy I could lose myself in. He’s right that I like to follow a plan. My life is dictated by rules and it’s hard for me to go with the flow not knowing the outcome. But right now I want nothing more than to be in the moment and see where things lead.
He studies me and says, “I wouldn’t take the time to get to know someone if I didn’t think she had potential. I don’t know what this is.” He gestures between us. “But I know that I like you and we have good chemistry. I know I want to go home with you and see where this leads. And most of all, I know that I want to fuck your brains out and watch your face again when you come. It was almost my undoing.”
His words are almost mine. I stare at him, speechless.
“Are you OK with that?”
I nod, not sure which part I’m agreeing to.
“Good.” He shakes his head at me. “Such a surprise, Ms. Coffee.”
“What’s a surprise?”
“You.”
“I’m not sure how to take that.”
“I like surprises,” he assures me. “Now just relax. I promise I’ll make things interesting.” I don’t doubt that. He draws me in for another kiss and I lose myself in the moment. Usually my brain is on overdrive, making endless to do lists and always planning for what’s ahead. But with him I manage to shut it off. I hear footsteps and pull away, breathless. I am not one for PDA and after what happened inside I feel exposed. I hide my face against his coat.
“Do you want to go to your place or mine?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’m about a five minute ride from here. Are you in Lakeview? Or was your office near that Starbucks?”
“I’m in Lakeview, so you’re definitely closer. I’ll order us an Uber.” As he takes out his phone a cab pulls up. A couple of giggling girls get out and make eyes at Coffee Guy. He pretends not to notice. I wonder what it would be like to go out and constantly have women throwing themselves at you. It makes me wonder why he chose me. Well, I guess I technically chose him. Or Trish did. I slide into the backseat and give the driver my address. Coffee Guy gets in after me. His lips are immediately on mine again as soon as the door closes. We resume our make out session and the driver yells, “No sex in my cab!”
“Don’t worry, man. The ride’s too short.”
I burst out laughing and he silences me with a kiss. His tongue finds mine and he’s more demanding than before. After a few minutes he deepens the kiss and I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me. I love his taste. I love his smell. I love what he’s doing to me. I’m not accustomed to feeling this way and I let out a small sigh of contentment. Encouraged, he hoists me on his lap and I straddle him, his hardness pressing against my thigh. His hands cup my ass and he lifts me up, giving him better access. He leaves one hand on my ass and slides the other under my dress, his touch a whisper against my skin. He hooks his thumb under the straps of my panties and pulls them down to my thighs. In that moment I can’t guarantee I’ll abide by the cabbie’s wishes. Coffee Guy trails his fingers up my inner thigh, driving me mad with desire. That’s when I realize we’ve stopped moving. I pull away to look out the window and have to clear it with my sleeve. I can’t believe we fogged up the windows. “We’re here,” I tell him as I shimmy my underwear back on, attempting to ignore my body’s protests. I’m about to get out my wallet but he’s already handing the driver cash. We step out and walk into my lobby, hand-in-hand. Usually George works nights, but tonight there’s a sub manning the desk I don’t recognize. He doesn’t question me as we walk through to the elevators. As soon as the doors open his lips find mine. We kiss the entire elevator ride and in the hallway on the way to my apartment. I attempt to walk backward and rummage in my purse for my keys, my lips never leaving his. It’s a good thing I’m an excellent multitasker. I fumble with the key but manage to insert it into the lock. He kicks the door closed behind us and flattens me against it. He puts his hands under my dress and in one swift motion slides my panties down to my ankles.
“Lift up your arms,” he commands. I do and he pulls my dress over my head so I’m left in just my black lacy bra. He takes a minute, letting his eyes roam over me. I break out in goosebumps from the intensity of his stare. “So beautiful,” he says as he gets down on his knees, gliding his tongue down my body as he lowers himself to the floor. He pauses at my navel and runs his tongue around it in slow circles. My stomach quivers from the contact. I put my hands on his head and tip my head back. He moves to my inner thigh where he proceeds to tease me. The anticipation is excruciating. I run my fingers through his hair and attempt to pull him closer to where I want him. Finally he plunges his tongue inside me. He tortures me, alternating between his tongue and his hand until I can barely stand. The pressure builds to an intense level and know I’m on the brink. He rims my anus and drives his finger inside me. I swear an animal noise escapes me as I come. Oh my God. Did that just happen? I have no time dwell on it because he stands up and kisses me. Hard. I taste myself on him and his need is radiating off him in waves.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks.
“Second door on the right.”
He hoists me into his arms and carries me to my room. Which is a good thing because my limbs feel like they’ve turned to water and I don’t think I could manage to stand. He deposits me on the bed and I’m about to lie down when I notice him peeling off his shirt. He has a killer body—one that I’d like to explore every inch of. He swiftly unbuckles his belt and kicks off his jeans. He reaches down to grab a condom from his pants but I want to slow things down. So far he’s been focused on my pleasure. As he said earlier, he’s very generous. But I want to make him feel good too. I’m nervous because he has a lot more experience than me. I’m sure he’s been with plenty of sophisticated women who know the right things to do and say. It’s been awhile since I’ve been with a guy and I’ve always let them lead. But right now I’m taking control.
“Not yet,” I tell him. “I want my turn. I want to know what you taste like.” I take a steadying breath then sit up on my knees. I grab his ass and I’m met with not
hing but pure muscle. His body is amazing and it makes me wish I’d put more effort into working out. I pull him close to me and take him in my mouth.
He lets out a sharp hiss as I run my tongue along his shaft up to the tip. “Oh, baby. Feels so good. Go easy on me though. The first time I come, I want it to be inside you.”
Encouraged by his reaction, I continue to tease him before I take in the length of him to the back of my throat. I scrape my teeth against him gently, then move my head up and down, my tongue gliding along his shaft. I start out slow but begin moving faster, applying more pressure and attempt to take him back even further. I want him to forget about all those women who came before. I want him only to think of me. His breathing grows ragged and he lets out a slew of expletives. Seeing his reaction intensifies the heat between my legs and I’m desperate for him to be inside me. But I keep going, intent on wringing every ounce of pleasure from his body like he did mine. He lets me continue another few minutes before he pulls me up and pants, “Promise I’ll let you finish another time.”
He kisses me again and I place my hands on his chest, caressing his tight pecs that are covered in a sheen of sweat. My hands roam lower and I sigh in contentment as I stroke his washboard abs. He is pure male. He gently bites my lower lip then deepens the kiss. Our tongues clash together in a frantic dance and desire shoots straight to my core. I dig my nails into his flesh, wanting more of him.
“Turn over,” he instructs. He undoes my bra and slides it off. He cups my breasts and comes around, taking my nipple in his mouth. It hardens from his touch. His mouth works the same magic on the other one. He seems to be taking his time, but I’m ready for him. Any trace of uncertainty I had is gone and I want him inside me. Now.
“Please,” I beg.
“Someone’s impatient,” he says in a teasing tone. “But so am I. Don’t move. ”
I hear the rip of a condom. “I’m going to fuck you from behind.”