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At home, showered and hair done, I stand in front of my closet, wondering what, if anything, I have to wear.
My clothes mostly consist of comfortable things to paint in. Tops that allow me to move my arms freely and bottoms that don’t annoy me. The one thing they all have in common is that they were all bought at Wal-Mart, and all before I moved to California.
I have a few summer dresses, at least. I pick out the newest one: one my mother gave me for my birthday last year, and put it on. It’s a navy halter neck with small white flowers all over it. It’s not exactly fancy, but it’ll have to do.
Why is it I can paint a realistic face on a canvas but can’t apply make-up to my own face with any skill? Maybe it’s something to do with my shaking hands. I wipe it off my eyes and start again. In the end, I’ve gone with a subtle amount of eyeshadow and some mascara.
The doorbell rings, and an explosion of butterflies goes off in my chest. I grab my lipstick and apply it as I move to the front door, hoping it looks half decent and that most of it ended up on my lips.
Ava doesn’t know about my date tonight. I never worked up the courage to tell her.
“Yes, she’s here. Come in, I’ll let her know,” Ava says as I round the corner to the entrance.
She turns and sees me, she’s smiling but her brow is furrowed.
“Ava, have you met…” My voice gets stuck in my throat when I see him, and I’m unable to finish my sentence.
Lawson’s wearing a dark suit again, and one glance is enough to send all the butterflies in my chest straight between my legs. Why did I ever think suits were evil again?
“Skye, you look beautiful,” he says and smiles.
He steps through the door and his clean scent fills our little hallway. He rests his hands under my elbows, and kisses me on the cheek. I know it’s only hello, but I turn every shade of red at the fact that he’s done it in front of Ava.
“I’ll leave you two. Have a nice time tonight,” Ava says, returning to the living room.
“I see I’m going out with the prick tonight,” I say, playing with his lapels.
“You lucked out, I got stuck at work and didn’t have time to go home and change.”
“That’s okay, as long as he stays in line.”
Lawson’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead and he laughs.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m not old enough to be called ma’am, sir.”
His leans over and speaks into my ear, “I happen to like it when you call me sir.”
“Yes, I think you mentioned that. Let me show you my studio,” I pause to gaze into his eyes, “sir.”
Before he can respond, I turn and walk down the hall to my studio, trying to collect myself on the way. It seems like every time I see him, his pull on me becomes stronger.
Lawson’s long legs means my head start vanishes in three steps. He rests his hand in the small of my back, as if he is the one leading the way.
I open the door and the familiar smell of paint and solvents hits me. I flick the light switch. Ava installed a circle of sodium lamps around the room for painting at night, and after a few flickers, my studio is bathed in bright light.
“Wow, impressive,” Lawson says, walking around the empty space with his hands in his pockets.
“Thanks,” I say sheepishly. I’m suddenly unsure why I brought him in here.
He comes to stand in front of the two easels that still hold the last two ‘rich things out of place’ paintings.
“These are breathtaking,” he says looking at me.
“These, actually, were inspired by Freya.”
“By Freya?”
“Yep. Her being a rich thing out of place inspired me to think of other rich things in places they don’t fit.”
“I get it. The tiara on the scarecrow. Very clever.”
“And the diamonds earring on the tree.” I point to it. “There was a third, but I finished it and it’s now for sale at the gallery I sell through.”
“Was it about me? Being a rich person where I don’t belong?” His eyes bore into mine as he says it.
The butterflies inside me swirl like a tornado, but I try to hold his stare. “I thought the prick was staying in line tonight. Sir.”
Still holding my eyes, he closes the distance between us, his hands still in his pockets. “If you keep calling me sir, I’m not going to be responsible for what the prick does to you.”
“Is that so? Sir.”
“Now you’re just playing with the poor prick.” His hands whip out of his pocket and land firmly on my shoulders. Lawson pulls me close and kisses me. Our first kiss in private, and there’s most definitely a difference.
He backs me up against the bare wall, grinding his mouth into mine. A whimper escapes my voice and my knees are on the verge of buckling. But he holds me up by pressing his body into mine.
I’ve never known any feeling like this. The butterflies have multiplied again; it seems each one has turned into a thousand, and they’ve spread from my chest to my fingertips and toes.
Lawson could rip my dress from me right here, and I’d do nothing to stop him. The acknowledgement of my feelings creates a loud moan that starts from deep within me and carries on up to the ceiling.
He pulls away and says, “We need to get out of here, now.”
I lean back on the wall, panting for air. He’s right, we need to go before I melt into a puddle right here in my studio.
The Discovery
(Lawson)
I had planned to swing by my house to change on our way to the restaurant. But now I realize there’s no way in hell we’d ever get to the restaurant. Which isn’t something I’d object to. But there’s something about Skye.
It’s not just that her smile lights me on fire. Or that her laugh fills me up with feeling. She says what she thinks, not caring if it’s against what I think. I could never get tired of talking to her.
Every time I see her, my need for her grows. And not just in my pants. Skye needs to understand that, and that’s not going to happen if I take her home and fuck her. At least, not without dinner first.
I hold the door of my Range Rover open for her.
“This isn’t a Maserati.”
“I thought you might approve more of this.” I close her door and get in the driver’s seat. I didn’t have much of a plan for the evening. Skye would be outraged if I took her somewhere nice.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know, what do you feel like eating?”
Skye doesn’t say anything, I assume she’s thinking about where she wants to go. We drive in silence for a couple of blocks and I ask her again.
“A burger? Mexican? Something fancy?”
“How about someplace fast?” I glance over at her, but she’s staring out the windshield. Did I hear her right?
“There’s a grilled chicken place just up ahead.”
“Sounds ideal.”
We pull into the parking lot and I start to feel guilty for bringing her here on our first actual date. But, like she said, it’s the fastest option.
The place smells like chargrill and barbecue sauce. It’s not very busy, and we’re led to a small booth off on our own.
It’s a good thing she’s on the other side of the table, I don’t know how much longer I can resist touching her again. I want to hear more of those noises she made back in her studio.
I hardly notice the waiter appear until he speaks. “Good evening, welcome to the Chicken Chums, have you decided?”
“A whole chicken and fries to share.” Good fucking God. Did I really just order that? And on a date? With a woman I actually care about?
“What’s the matter?” Skye asks. The look on my face must have been clear.
“I’m at the fucking Chicken Chums.”
“Feeling out of place?”
“No, feeling out in public.”
“Good thing you ordered the fastest thing on the menu.”
Our chicken arrives in record time. We talk as we eat, about her leaving Michigan to come pursue her dream of making it as an artist. I tell her about my hotels and how we’re moving away from prints in favor of original art in my luxury properties.
The more she talks, the more her voice sounds like angels singing. Opinionated angels, but still. It’s great. She’s great.
Skye picks at her fries and I pick at my chicken. I’ve about had enough of this dump.
“Are we done eating yet?” Skye asks.
I look at her and shake my head. This fucking woman is unreal. No. She is real. Unlike all the women I normally date, who are a bunch of plastic ‘smile and agree with whatever the billionaire says’ robots.
We get back in my Range Rover. I didn’t really have a plan for tonight, beyond dinner somewhere shitty. I head for my house.
“I’ll show you where I live. Maybe you can paint me a picture of it.”
“As long as there are no columns.”
“Sorry, no columns.”
As we pull onto my property I hear her make a strange noise before saying, “Holy fuck, are you kidding me?”
“This is my house.”
“It’s bigger than Kelso’s.”
“Everything about me is bigger than Kelso.”
“Sounds like you two have a real pissing match going on.”
“No piss, just a big-ass lawsuit.”
I open the front door and lead her inside.
“What? No butler?”
“I gave him the night off, didn’t want to scare you away.”
“How thoughtful of you, sir.”
Jesus fucking Christ. In one motion, I push the door shut behind us and draw her into my arms.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to have you alone?” I say, my voice a low growl.
Skye moans and bundled against me, I usher her down my hall. My dick is already tenting my suit pants and ready for her. Is it too forward to take her upstairs? I lead her into my TV room. There’s a big sectional couch that’s good for this sort of thing.
I let go of her long enough to shed my suit jacket. It lands on the floor and I ignore it, all six thousand bucks of it.
Skye is watching me, and holds my gaze when I look at her. She doesn’t look away, sending fire through my veins.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I say, running my index finger down her cheek.
She chews on her bottom lip, and I pull it free with my finger. Hooking my finger through hers, I pull her hand away from her face and crush her body against mine.
The swell of her tits press into my chest, calling me. The dress has to go. With both hands, I lift under her dress and pull it over her head in one move. She gasps as I toss it behind me.
“Let me see you,” I say, stepping back.
My eyes rake over her and she stands frozen in place. Pink panties and a matching bra. I can’t help but run my hand along the line between her bra and her tit.
Her skin is coated in goosebumps. I slip my fingers deeper into her bra, searching for her nipple. I find the little nub and roll it between my index and middle fingers.
“You’re beautiful. Perfect.”
It hardens and I flip her bra cup out of the way. Leaning, I trail kisses down her neck and over her chest, slipping her bra straps over her shoulders as I go. When I reach her nipple, I suck it into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.
Skye makes a noise halfway between a gasp and a moan. I stand and nudge her back onto the couch with my body. She lands in a sitting position, her legs slightly apart.
I pull her so her ass hangs partway off the edge, then kneel in front of her, ready for the long-awaited taste of her sweet pussy.
Her skin is soft against my cheeks, but more than that, she’s trembling. I squeeze the tops of her thighs as I move my hands up her legs. When I reach her pink panties, I yank them away, revealing her folds.
Skye flinches when I brush my finger over her lips. I push her legs wide and nibble up the inside of her thigh. She gasps audibly as I near her pussy. I lick and bite around her, spiraling my mouth closer and closer.
When my tongue darts down her slit, her entire body shivers. With my tongue, I probe through her sweet folds until I find her clit. She tastes even better than I’d imagined. I hold her clit in place while I flick it with my tongue.
With my other hand, I locate her entrance. She squeals when my finger enters her while I continue to flick her clit with my tongue. I try to insert a second finger, probe inside her and pause. My tongue stops and my brow furrows.
Is she a virgin? I move my finger around, trying to tell. Fuck me, she’s most definitely a virgin. That must be why she’s shaking. At this realization, my dick swells to its full rock-hard length in my pants, on the edge of exploding.
I suck her clit hard into my mouth as I press my finger against her silky g-spot. Her squealing and moaning gets louder and louder until I have to adjust my dick to keep it from blowing.
Her thighs move tight around my neck, and I use my free hand to hold one down. She’s close, her tight walls start pulsating around my finger. Is this the first time a man has ever made her come?
This pussy is mine.
I’m going to hold her on the edge so long she won’t know what the fuck is happening to her.
I take my finger away, but still torture her clit with my tongue. As soon as her moaning calms, I slide my finger back in her. My tongue flicks her clit as my finger probes for her sweet spot.
When the spasming around my finger gets too fast, I take it away. I release her clit and tease her folds until my tongue comes to her opening.
She squirms while I tongue fuck her, and I roll her clit between my fingers. When she gasps, I let go. She’s trembling, and I’m positive it’s not from nerves anymore.
I’m not ready to let her come yet, but the ache in my balls is getting worse by the second. I’m going to need to bury my cock in her and soon.
For what I decide is the last time, I clamp my lips around her clit and suck it into my mouth at the same time as I push my finger back into her.
She’s about to be hit, and I’m making sure she’s hit hard. I flick fast and hard with my tongue and at the same time my finger rubs against her g-spot. I feel her melting at my touch.
Skye screams as her body bucks. I flatten my hand on her, holding her down while her walls spasm, trapping my finger inside.
Fucking hell, if she screams this much over one finger, what’s she going to do when I fill her with my oversized cock?
When she calms, I kiss up her soft belly and over her tits, pausing to lick each nipple before carrying up her neck. Her lips part, luring my mouth to hers. Our tongues briefly dance before I break away and kiss across her cheek to her ear.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin?”
Gone at Last
(Skye)
“It never came up,” I answer. My breathing is rapid, and it’s a struggle to get the words out.
Ordinarily, I would’ve turned all shades of red over his question, but my body is too overwhelmed for that. There are no words for the bliss he just filled me with.
I’m in the most awkward position, half on and half off his couch, and I don’t even care.
“I’m taking you upstairs to fuck you. It’s a treat, for your first time,” he says with a grin. “But next time it’ll be against a wall.”
Lawson grabs me off the couch and throws me over his shoulder. Which is fine, because I couldn’t stand up right now if I tried, let alone walk.
He takes the stairs two at a time. We go through a set of doors and he tosses me on his bed. I don’t notice much, only that the bed is, thankfully, rectangular. He flicks on the bedside lamp and I feel exposed and awkward for the first time.
“Get your bra off,” he says as he unbuttons his shirt.
Without taking my eyes off him, I reach around and try to unhook my bra. Wh
ether from nerves or the after-effect of what he did to me downstairs, my hands are shaking and it takes several tries to get it undone.
Plus I’m not concentrating on it. I’ve been dying to see the rest of his chest since I felt my way across it last night.
The last button undone, Lawson removes his shirt and sheds his pants. My eyes pop. I’m used to drawing chiseled male life models but Lawson’s by far the most chiseled of all.
When he strips off his boxers, my breath speeds. His erect dick stands, waiting for me. It’s bigger than I’d anticipated. A lot bigger. Holy fucking shit. I had no idea. The nervous butterflies I’d felt earlier are back.
“You’re so beautiful, see how fucking hard you make me?”
I gasp, lifting my hand, reaching for nothing in particular.
“Suck it.” Lawson nudges me off the bed and I drop to my knees. I’m face to face with my first cock. It looks fierce but for some reason that causes a flurry of tingles in my pussy.
I want to discover every inch of it. Almost without warning, my mouth fills with hunger and need. Lawson is holding it by the hilt, offering it to me, and I comply.
Without thought, I grab hold of the shaft and open. My tongue tests where I’m about to go, and taps against the head. I’m not able to hold myself back any longer. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I don’t fight it. I take his cock deep into my mouth.
Each suck, each lap with my tongue, fuels my body with more and more desire. The butterflies are still there, mingling with the tingles. But the tingles are starting to win out.
Lawson knits his fingers through my hair. I worry I’m not doing it right, or he isn’t liking it. But he pulls me off him by the hair and pushes me back on the bed.
“My balls are going to explode if you keep doing that. When they do, I plan to be buried so deep in your pussy you won’t be able to walk out of here,” he says as he rolls a condom down his shaft.
I gasp, worrying it will hurt. But the tingling between my legs silences any doubts.
He pushes my legs apart, and climbs up over me, stopping to suck my nipples.
Then his lips crush against mine. Blissfully powerless underneath him, my mouth submits to him, along with the rest of me.
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