by Ashley Beale
She turns with a start and stares at me wide eyed. "Oh, yeah... fine." She turns again, relaxing a little bit while she folds her arms, leaning her elbows down on her knees.
I don't say much, I just look off into the distance as well, taking long sips of my drink. I'm a little surprised when she speaks up. "Have you ever wondered why God keeps himself hidden?" Before I answer, she continues, "It’s almost as if he is afraid of what he has created down here on earth."
Not sure what to think of her sudden realization. I stare at her silhouette and think about what she just said. And damn if it doesn't have the most truth in it I've ever heard. It also makes me wonder what has happened to her to think something like that. Is it something in the past, or something that just happened inside that house? Could this girl really know the cruel reality of what the world brings?
She turns and looks at me, maybe a little embarrassed. "Sorry, just a random thought. I don't have many people to talk to." Her lips turn up into a smile and I can't help but bring mine into one as well.
"Ever find your roommate?"
She looks over her shoulder at the front door as her smile fades. "Nope. Apparently she found who she was looking for."
"I'm about to call a cab. You live near by? I could have them drop you off first."
She looks back at me and her eyes widen a little more again. "Oh... I guess that would work."
I slide my hand over her knee and give her a flirtatious look, although she doesn't seem the type. "Or you could always come back to my place." I may be pushing my limits with the girl, but I'd be kicking myself in the ass if I didn't at least try.
Her breath seems to instantly shorten and she looks a little confused. Maybe she is even more innocent than I thought, but by looking at her I'd say she is over twenty one, so I really can't imagine she is all that innocent. I don't think there is such thing as a virgin twenty-something year old, but maybe I'm wrong.
"How would I get home in the morning? I have a lot to do." She swallows and looks away from me before she finishes her question.
Morning. I don't like that word. Maybe she thinks I'm wanting more than a fuck. Maybe she doesn't realize what I'm actually asking of her at all. At the last minute I decide I may as well be honest with Hope. "Look, I'm not looking for much of anything, and I feel bad if you assumed that. I was thinking I could bring you home and we could have some fun, but I'm not looking to have you spend the night. I'm not one of those guys who are into cuddling or any of that shit."
I watch her bite her smile before she turns and looks at me. Something in her eyes burn fiercely, and in this instant, I'm met with a brand new Hope. The girl looking at me with that gleam is not the same one that just spoke of God hiding in the heavens.
"Okay."
"Okay?" I'm almost sure I did not hear her right.
But when she nods her head, I know I did. "Yeah, let’s go."
My dick twitches in anticipation.
Hope
"How would I get home in the morning? I have a lot to do." I feel extremely awkward and immature, so I'm forced to look away from Wes.
It takes him several seconds to answer me, and I'm extremely shocked by his answer. He has been so sweet since running into him, that it takes me completely off guard. "Look, I'm not looking for much of anything, and I feel bad if you assumed that. I was thinking I could bring you home and we could have some fun, but I'm not looking to have you spend the night. I'm not one of those guys who are into cuddling or any of that shit."
I bite my lip, trying to stop my smile from growing any further. Yes his statement took me off guard, and at first I thought of him as a total dick, but then I thought about the fact that if he is truly an asshole, I'll never fall in love with him. I can have a one night with a guy that will kick me out before morning, someone I'll never have to see again, nor will I want to.
"Okay," I tell him, probably surprising him.
"Okay?" he questions.
Almost excited about it, I nod my head and tell him, "Yeah, let’s go."
He grins at me before downing the rest of his beer. He gets a cab called and it doesn't take long before its pulling up in front of us. I feel bad not telling Karah I'm heading out, but I don't even know if she is here anymore. I knew she'd ditch me at some point, just not within minutes of arriving.
I slide into the back seat first. As soon as the cab takes off down the back road, headed back into the city, I immediately feel like an awkward teenager all over again. I wring my hands together, and look out my window, paying zero attention to Wes. I hope the entire night isn't nerve wrecking. Hopefully Wes is the kind of guy to take complete control in bedroom, because I'm going to feel like a virgin all over again.
The car stops just outside a townhouse almost mid-city and Wes pays the driver before we slide out of the backseat. Placing his hand on my lower back, he guides me up his stoop and to the front door of his home. He only removes his hand long enough to get the door unlocked, then he guides me inside, turning on the kitchen light. A little golden puppy comes running so fast it slides across the linoleum floor, bumping into my legs, causing me to nearly fall over it.
Wes chuckles behind me and I turn to watch him bend down and pet the puppy. "Sharmane, my girl, you're always causing trouble. You wait, daddy will bring you out in just a moment." He pats the dog’s head and looks up at me with a smile. "First I got to show Hope here where the bedroom is." With a wink, he stands up and I can feel my sides tighten into what I assume are nerves.
I follow Wes down a small hallway to a closed black door, in which he opens revealing the most gorgeous of rooms. It’s eloquently beautiful. A black four post bed with a tall headboard is pushed against the furthest wall, and it’s decorated in all white bedding, including the down comforter that looks more than inviting. All the furniture in the room is the same black matte as the bed frame, and although there is nothing on top of them, or on the walls, it looks like the fanciest room. The three windows on the wall to the side bring in the city lights and I can't help but smile.
"You have a really nice room," I tell him.
His lips come close to my ears but doesn't touch them, teasing me. "My bed is incredible. Lay down on it and you'll see." With a small peck to the sensitive underside of my ear, he whispers, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Get comfortable."
I feel my body getting familiar with feelings I haven't had in so long, maybe even new ones I've never experienced before. I'm not sure what he means by getting comfortable; if he just wants me to lay down and wait, or if he wants me to strip down to nothing.
The first thing I think of is the fact I have not shaved or even trimmed since I was eighteen, although thankfully my legs and armpits are freshly done, the second thing I think about is even though I'm skinny, I'm not model perfect, and I already feel uncomfortable being naked in front of him.
Maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe I should just leave now.
While sorting through my panic and decisions, I’m startle when his muscular arms wrap around me from behind. I must have been frozen here for longer than just a moment or two. Wes' lips dance across my shoulder until they reache my neck, and without any thought, I move my head to the side, allowing him to taste wherever he pleases.
"I thought I told you to try out my bed," he says against my ear before licking the lobe. He bites down and a moan involuntarily escapes my mouth. "Mm," he whispers, "I like hearing that sound. Let’s get you comfortable."
His hands reach down to the hem of my shirt and he pulls it up over my head. Before it lands on the floor, he spins my body around to face him and he looks down at the one bra I have- a simple white bra that is nothing fancy. I don't think he pays much attention to what I'm wearing, as he is unsnaps the back and focuses just on my breasts.
"I can't wait to get a taste of what you got," he says, looking my body over and running his hands down my sides until they reach my hips. Taking a few steps forward, Wes has me walking backwards until we reach his bed. He h
as to give me a small lift to sit on the bed, then he starts climbing over me, causing me to fall back on the bed. I could fall asleep right here, just like this, as this is the most incredibly comfortable bed.
Stripping his own shirt off, I'm able to run my hand up his chiseled midsection, feeling the rock hard abs under my fingers. "You like what you feel?" he asks, lifting a brow.
I nod my head. "So much," I answer breathlessly.
"I have something that will feel a lot better in that hand of yours."
A tingling between my legs starts in an instant. I can't wait to have him inside me.
My face leans forward to kiss him on that rude mouth of his but he backs away, staring down at me. "Never on the mouth, Hope."
Biting my lip, feeling ashamed that I don't know his rules, I simply nod my head.
Seeming to be in a race, Wes gets us both completely undressed, not having me do any of the work. Once my panties are stripped off, he glances down and takes way too long to process the fact I'm not porn star ready. Surprisingly he starts to grin. "Are you a virgin?"
"What? No. Oh my god, no... I..."
He places his finger on my lip and grins. "I don't need an explanation, its cool. I'm always up for trying something new."
I don't say anything more, I'm sure my bright cheeks say enough for me. He adjusts the both of us until we're lined perfectly and slowly he enters inside of me. I can feel myself expand to fit him, and in my lower stomach I start to cramp, but the pleasure outweighs the pain so much so that I end up moaning long and loud.
"Damn Hope," he breathes out, "fuck. You're so damn tight."
"I'm sorry," I quickly apologize.
Pulling back some, he plows into me a little harder. The contoured grin on his face spreads into something more blissful while his eyes flutter closed. "Shit, so damn tight. Damn Hope, you feel amazing."
Just as I'm about to apologize again, I realize that being tight is a good thing. He is enjoying being inside me. All the self-conscious thoughts I had disappear. Wes continues thrusting in and out of me as I simply lay back and allow him to take complete control.
"I'm not going to last, Hope, please tell me you're on the fucking pill."
"Pill? What... no," I yell out, almost releasing the built up pleasure coursing deep within.
Pausing deep inside me, Wes' eyes blaze down at me. "Fuck, Hope." He pulls out and quickly grabs a foil wrapper from the top of his dresser. Ripping it open, he slides it on his large erect cock, and struts back over to me, shaking his head. "Get ready," his voice growls out between closed teeth.
I think I need to be terrified.
He flips me over to my stomach and without another word, grabs my hips, pulling them back. My ass is up in the air while my face is pushed down into the bed sheet, his hand on my back keeping me there. "Don't say a word," he orders.
I bite down on the sheet in anticipation. Wes doesn't give me any notice when he enters me with a force so hard, I'm unable to prevent myself from screaming out. "I told you not to make noise," he yells. A small gasp leaves me mouth when the burning sensation radiates on my ass cheek from what I assume to be his hand. He massages the area he just spanked and does it a second time. Then a third.
Tears start forming in my eyes but I don't say anything, too afraid to do so.
Pulling almost out of me, Wes slams into me again. My eyes roll back in my head so I close them, biting down even harder on the sheet to prevent myself from screaming out. I can feel as his balls slam against my clit, and I can't help my tightening even more around his cock as my release hits full force.
I've given myself orgasms while being locked up, but none can compare to the intense feeling I feel deep within. Wes doesn't slow down as he keeps slamming into me, and just as I feel I may get off again, he grabs at my hips with such a force I'm sure there will be bruises tomorrow and he enters deep inside me, shaking slightly while he doesn't actually move. A few small growls leave his mouth from behind me, then he disappears from my pulsating pussy.
"I'm done, you can get cleaned up in the bathroom. A cab will be waiting for you outside when you're done."
I lay here in the same position he left me in, feeling more exposed than I ever have before. Tears threaten in my eyes but instead of allowing myself to cry, I remember my mantra: I deserve only the cruelest- I deserve this.
Climbing off the bed, I walk down the hall to the only other door which happens to be open. His bathroom is as immaculate as the rest of his home and it makes me sad to know I'll never have anything like this for myself. But again, I don't deserve it either.
After washing up, getting my makeup fixed, my hair looking normal, and getting dressed, I walk out into the hallway again. His bedroom door is shut and under the door indicates the light is off. I walk until I'm in the kitchen- and since I don't see him in the living room or kitchen, I know he is tucked away in his bedroom. I ignore the pain in my chest and continue out the door, making sure it’s locked behind me.
He was right, there is a cab waiting for me. I think to myself that if I can't find an appropriate job, apparently becoming a hooker is an option. I feel like one regardless, I may as well get paid for it.
Wes
For the very first time in... Ever... I felt like the asshole I really am.
Hope is something different. I can't place my finger on what it is that is different about her though. Something about the woman terrifies the fuck out of me, but it also causes my dick to act like I'm a damn teen again. I can't remember the last time a pussy felt that tight and perfect around my dick, I also can't remember the last time I came so damn fast.
Hell, I was so ready for the bitch, it took until I was almost getting off to realize that I wasn't even wearing a condom. I never forget condoms.
I had to punish her. I just had to. She wasn't anything that I'm use to and it pissed me the fuck off. She was okay with being used and not wanting to cuddle with me. She didn't maul me in the cab, and she gave me the sweetest damn smile I've ever seen when Sharmane ran into her- which would make most women complain. She obviously doesn't know what waxing is, and when I spanked her ass, she never complained but I could tell it wasn't something she was used to.
Fuck, just thinking about it has me growing hard again.
I slide my hand under the sheet, placing it around my length. Thoughts of Hope's perfect tits, gorgeous smile, and tight little pussy invade my mind without so much as a moment to process what I'm doing- sliding my hand back and forth, masturbating to the girl who has found herself under my skin.
Tomorrow I'll forget about her, but for tonight, I'm remembering everything I can about the girl. Especially the way she tried to hold back her cries of pleasure.
Damn that girl.
At work the next morning, before I even make it to my office, I find myself knocking on my dad's door. He looks up from the desk and tells me to come in. "Haven't even finished my morning coffee, what is it that is so important you can't wait an hour?"
"Paul is in New York and he needs our help. He got ahold of Edison, but he won't give his location. He isn't doing good dad, and I want him found." I walk forward, standing closer to his desk. "I need to find him and bring him home before he does anything more to screw his life up."
My dad stares at me for a few minutes, pressing his lips together as he processes his thoughts. A deep breath released out his nose gives me an answer before he actually says it out loud, being his trademark for giving in. "Do you got the boys number?"
"Yeah, hold on." I reach into my pocket, grabbing my phone, and once I find his number in the contacts I tell my dad the same digits.
"I'll see what I can do and I'll keep you posted. You know he got himself in some serious trouble, and although you're not a young lad anymore, you're still my boy, and I don't want you digging your nose into any of his shit until I get things figured out. The people that want him, want him dead, and this could get ugly."
"Have you been looking into things already?"
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br /> Dad folds his arm onto his desk while giving me an are-you-kidding-me look. "He is like a second son to me. Of course I've kept tabs on him. He went missing three days ago, after Trapp Sumners let people know his head was worth over ten grand."
"Wait. Shit. Are you fucking kidding me?" I start grumbling but my dad slams his fist down on the desk.
"You listen here," he says, pointing his finger at me. "This isn't good, we know that. Trapp is bad news and hard to reason with, but I'm going to see what I can do. You have a job to get done, and you'll do it. Let me deal with this mess. I'll do some tracking and find Paul, you have my word, but don't go digging yourself into this mess or things could get worse."
Knowing my dad's word is all I have in this world, I accept everything he tells me, even if I don't like it. "Thanks," I tell him before walking out of his office and straight to mine. I close to the door and lean against it, willing myself to be stronger at this moment.
Trapp Sumners isn't a good man. Hell, that is an understatement. He is a piece of shit drug lord and when someone fucks him over, he pays to find them- dead or alive. I knew Paul had people after him, I just didn't know they were Trapp's people. I woke up with a sliver of faith, now I have none.
With thoughts of Paul at the forefront of my mind, my work day drags on. Every horrible scenario played through my mind like a movie, invading any concentration I had. It didn't help any when Edison messaged to ask about everything. An hour before I was to head home, I finally managed to clear my mind enough to get some of my work done. I only have eight days to help our newest client, so Monday when I make it back into work, I need to make sure to give it my full attention.
Unfortunately, it wasn't just Paul that had made its way deep in my thoughts either. Getting out of work finally, the first thing I do is pull my phone out and dial Tristian's number.
"Hey," he answers the phone.
Instead of greeting him, I get right to the point. "Hope. She was a girl at the party last night. Do you happen to know her or who brought her?"