I watch her face in the mirror the moment my finger finds her, and she lets out one single animalistic pant before clamping her mouth shut tight. I want to hear her, but it’s not within my rights to ask, so I focus on giving her pleasure with every rock and twist of my hips, and with every circle of my fingers through her wet folds.
Her too green eyes lock with my blue ones in the mirror as her body begins tightening in release. I run my lips over her neck licking and sucking the sensitive skin there, as her orgasm claims her. The feel of her tight pussy practically milking me, begging me to come with her is something I can’t resist so I don’t even try. With our eyes locked, I bite into the soft flesh at the base of her neck like a wild animal as my orgasm claims me.
It’s like seeing God. Every nerve ending in my body firing off at once, I can barely stand. I have to lean heavily on Henley just to stay upright. And thank God I’m biting into her neck or I would sure as shit be shouting.
With a groan I manage to open my eyes and find hers in the mirror. They are wide and vulnerable. All her shields and snarky humor is gone. And the moment she knows I’ve seen it it’s gone. Hidden once again behind a smirking mask. With an almost pained sigh I pull out of her, my body already missing the absence of her warmth. I pull back forcing my body to submit to the loss, as I toss the rubber and straighten my slacks. When I straighten back up and look at her, she has come down off the counter and is attempting to straighten out her skirt. My body ignores whatever protest my mind makes, and reaches out tucking a few strands of her stray wild curls away. Her eyes snap up to mine as I begin slowly buttoning back up her vest, and they are as smooth as glass. Any vulnerability I thought I might have seen there. Anything that wasn’t this tough outer shell has been wiped clean.
With a smile I step back and let her make the next move. I don’t want to make her feel too uncomfortable. She just watches me a while with those bright green eyes.
“I’m beginning to like the color blue,” she offers simply, before she turns and walks right out of the break room.
I can’t help but think that it is a shame that I don’t fuck the same woman twice.
Chapter 5
It’s Sunday, so even though I’ve been lying about doing nothing but floating on the euphoric high of fucking Henley, I force myself off of my sofa, and make my way out the door. Even if I visited after yesterday’s Henley debacle, I am still a required presence at my parents house on Sunday. Every Sunday.
My Masarati speeds along the roads making good time, as I head toward my parents Hunts Point home. It is a drive I know by heart, so my mind can’t help but wander from the road. And of course the only place it has wanted to wander since she left me hanging yesterday is toward Henley. I can’t help my curiosity at her attitude. I have never met a woman who tried so hard to deny herself something she wants. Because I know Henley wanted me. Yet she tried to pull back. Her excuse of ‘not knowing me’ was bare of any conviction, and she always seems to be on high alert, like she is waiting for the other shoe to drop… but what is it that she fears?
With a sigh I exit my car, by the car count in the driveway, my sister and brother are already here. I walk into the foyer, and I can hear my family in the other room, along with a female voice that I have never heard. Most likely my brother Aiden’s latest arm piece, I can’t blame him for trying to find the perfect female companion. The one you would be willing to marry. I just don’t think they exist. He always tells me it’s about compromise, too bad that is something I just don’t do.
“Connor,” My mom sighs out as she meets me in the foyer, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“How’s this one doing?”
“She’s got another week in her tops,” my mom utters with a sigh. “Honestly I don’t know how I ended up with you two boys, ones a serial dater and the other is…” she glances at me like she can’t quite make up her mind what word to use. So being the dutiful son I help her out.
“A congenial giver to the female sex?”
“I was going to go with whore but whatever floats your boat,” she replies with a twisted kind of smile. Leave it to my mother to call a spade a spade. “Well let’s get on then, Aiden will be wanting to introduce you to her.”
“Of course, of course,” I reply following my mother into the great room.
Aiden and Dad are watching the football game on the television, while it looks like Gwen is attempting to make small talk with the girl next to Aiden. Gwen is stiff, uncomfortable, as the new girl pretty much ignores her. Yeah… she won’t be around long. She may think Aiden isn’t paying attention but nobody sticks around if they don’t get Gwen’s approval. It is that simple.
“Connor you almost missed the game,” Aiden calls back with a smile, like it would be a travesty to miss the game. He turns to introduce me to his… flavor of the month, as I approach. “This is Jessica.”
His smile is still directed at me, the girl doesn’t even garner a glance. Yep. He definitely noticed this… Jessica… snubbing Gwen. No doubt she will be politely dropped off after dinner and we won’t be needing to see her again.
“Hello,” I offer as politely as I can before sitting next to Gwen, who is now distractedly absorbed in her book.
Jessica turns and smiles at me congenially, apparently her disdain is for Gwen only, and I can see what Aiden saw in her. She’s pretty. Long legs, great shape, probably a decent lay too. And normally, this is the point where I find out if I can switch her to the dark side, because if I can steal her from Aiden, she doesn’t deserve him. But since she is already on her way out the door, her appreciative eyes don’t mean much, besides I am for the first time in a while, fully sated and not in the mood for a females body, so I focus my full attention on pestering my little sister.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are so intently focused on the book in front of her I’m surprised it hasn’t spontaneously combusted. Her arms are wrapping protectively around the cover, and the pages are barely three inches apart as she peers in trying to hide the words.
“Are you still mad at me?” I query scooting just a little bit closer.
“Why would I be mad?” She’s fidgeting now.
“For fucking that chick,” I reply, downplaying the fact that Henley is most definitely not some chick. More like the best lay in existence.
“Fo-for fu— listen you know… I’m not mad at all,” she replies gathering her patience. “I’m not mad that you could have ruined the most awesome friend I’ll ever make, nope not at all, because you know what? Even after all your… crap… when I apologized for you she, luckily for you, didn’t want to press charges. Despite your best attempt, she is still willing to be my friend, so no I’m not mad.”
“Of course she is still willing to be your ‘friend’, it’s professionalism Gwen, that’s what you do,” I reply swatting at the book in her hands. She tries to snatch the book back, but she isn’t fast enough and I manage to see the name scrawled in bold print on the bottom.
Henley Williams. I snatch the book before she even knows what happened, and glance more fully at the cover. It’s the same book that I picked up earlier today. I haven’t glanced in it, but by the way Gwen is fidgeting and trying not to draw attention, I decide maybe it’s time I do.
My fingers deftly find the general area that Gwen had been reading, before they still on the pages. My eyes scanned the pages several times before I turn back to Gwen.
“Is this… is this written porn? Really Gwen? The actual videos just weren’t doing it for you? And in the living room no less?” I whisper at her.
“Oh my God! Connor!,” she hisses back snatching the book away from me. “It’s romance, romance!”
“Gwen that was not romance… that was… did she really write that?” I want to say that she is crazy, I want to but I can’t, cause somehow it is so hot. I can just picture her, her perfect curling hair sitting at her apartment, she seems like an apartment kind of girl, alone, thinking about sex. I wonder if she gets so turne
d on she touches herself. Fucking fuck. Henley is so off limits, yet somehow just thinking about her gets me revved up again.
“It is romance, and unless she put her name on someone else's work, which is so illegal, then yes she wrote it!”
So she sits at home… horny as hell from writing these… not quite romance romances… oh fuck me. I have to shut my mind off soon, because I’ve already fucked Henley the one time I am allowed. The first time didn’t count because I didn’t get off. But the last time, the last time definitely counted, and I can not break that rule, or the rest will follow.
With a sigh I lean my head back and try to put Henley out of my mind. I can see Gwen studying me carefully, but she doesn’t comment on my sudden change of mood, she just shrugs and goes back to reading her almost porn romance. Written by a woman whose whole body begs for sex even while her mind pushes the thought away.
“Connor sweetheart help me set the table?” I glance back at my mothers pale blue eyes, and as the only other woman besides Gwen I can’t say no to, I slowly lift myself from the sofa with a sigh.
My languid mood has disappeared, and a tense anxiety has replaced it. An anxiety related to Henley, of course. She’s at her apartment now, or at least I would think that is where she would be at. Probably writing that… those… words… she’s probably touching herself. In fact I’m sure she is. For the first time in my life, I can feel a blush caused by a woman creep over my skin, as I try desperately to scrub it away before anyone notices.
One of my mothers carefully manicured eyebrows raises in concern, and I know she can tell, as she turns toward the kitchen. When I finally work up the nerve to follow her into the kitchen, she is leaning with her back to the counter, with a look on her face that says she has a bullshit tolerance of zero right now.
“What’s wrong sweetheart? You were in such a good mood when you got here… and you’ve been acting so weird. You haven’t even been paying attention to Jessica. We all expected you to try and steal a quickie in the back by now.”
“Okay Mom… never talk about stealing quickies anywhere, thats gross, and it’s just…” there is a girl that destroyed everything I tried to build in one fuck… yea right, like I’d ever admit to that. “Gwen is… reading porn,” I offer going with the least dreadful of the things on my mind.
She tries to hold her steady face for as long as she can before the soft laughter overtakes her. “Connor, what are you talking about? She’s reading a romance book really.”
“Have you looked in that thing Mom? Have you looked inside it?”
“Oh honey I’ve read it. That particular author’s books are a little dark for my taste but the sex scenes are divine,” she replies with a smile.
I want to vomit. My mom is talking about sex. My mom is talking about Henley talking about sex. I hold up my hand before she can continue, shake my head and grab the plates. I really don’t want to know. By the time we finish setting the table in silence, the game has ended and everyone makes their way over to eat.
My father starts the weekly ritual of catching up with his children by asking us how we are doing, what’s new in our lives. Aiden and I don’t answer. How the hell am I going to say, oh just peachy, I’m only getting mind fucked by a five foot brunette, and Aiden? What the hell would he say? He’s about to break up with another girl that everyone at this table but him knew he shouldn’t have dated anyways. Hell he shouldn’t ever date. It is so much better just fucking. So Gwen is the one that speaks up.
“I’m thinking about getting a tattoo,” she says softly looking dead at me.
“Like hell you are,” Aiden growls out, as I let out a string of profanities that I am definitely going to hear about later.
“What brought all this on?” My father asks sweetly, I’m not sure if I have ever seen anything throw him for a loop.
“Well,” she says, watching me directly, “My new friend Henley,” she stops now, like she is making sure I’m paying attention, “She gets a new tattoo when she goes through a phase in her life.”
“Ah, a reminder where you’ve come from, what a pleasant thought,” my father replies with a nod.
“No way,” Aiden says firmly, “that’s so… un-womanly, right Connor?”
Everyone is watching me like a bug under a microscope, and why not? They all know I fucked this chick yesterday, they don’t know I fucked her today too. “There is no way… that that green eyed bracelet hippie has a tattoo,” I reply firmly. With as much conviction as I can muster, but now my brain is on repeat. Henley has tattoos, and I didn’t take her clothes off and see them. I didn’t touch them. I didn’t taste them. Not that I care… because I most definitely don’t. She’s off limits.
“Green eyed… Connor! Thank God you don’t keep them around long enough for them to hear you to bad mouth them!” Gwen says trying to appear as firm as possible, but her smile gives her away. “It’s not like she liked you anyways, what the way she left you hanging.”
I can see the glimmer in Gwen’s eyes, she thinks she has won this fight. She thinks predictable Connor would never see the little author again. My lips pull tight in a grin as I lean in closer, and lie my ass off, because little Henley doesn’t even moan during sex. “That’s weird, cause she sure was screaming my name like she loved it when I fucked her this morning.”
When the color drains out of Gwen’s face, it’s one point for me.
Chapter 6
It’s been four days… four days. Four long days since I’ve had a woman, any woman. And the fact that the last woman I had was Henley, who I almost technically fucked twice is grating my nerves as I wait in the limo. Unfortunately Miss Hirsch was serious when she called about being seen in public, because she did contact my assistant, and now I’m stuck going to some benefits, which means donations, which means an improved public image that in turn raises stock prices. I should be happy about that, it’s making money after all, but all I can think is four days. That’s a lot of days to a guy that hasn’t skipped more than two days since I hit puberty. It’s like an itch that needs to be scratched but I cant find the right tool.
I’m still waiting like that in silent agitation when Adalin Hirsch enters the limo. Her long dark hair and pale smooth skin should do it for me really they should, I should be able to scratch this itch without even trying right now, but I don’t bother. She’s too skinny, her tits are too small, and there isn’t a soft malleable curve on her body.
“Miss Hirsch it’s a pleasure to see you again,” I offer as she takes a seat right next to me.
“Call me Adalin, Connor, I am hoping that we will get to know each other much better in the coming weeks,” she replies softly resting her hand on the span right above my knee. Not far enough up to be an invitation, but close enough contact to suggest shes looking for a little more than friendship. Great.
“Of course Adalin,” my game face is on, as I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles lightly. You don’t turn away any prospect of making money in this business, no matter the cost. I push sex from my mind, at least as far as I can, and focus on entertaining Adalin with small talk while we head toward tonight’s benefit.
When the limo stops, I have to force myself not to jump up and run. The sooner we get in the sooner I can find a place to leave her, while I find some… entertainment for myself. But as we exit the limo, and a pleasant mask covers my face for the cameras, she has a tight grip on my upper arm. And even when we enter the building the grip doesn’t loosen, like she can sense I want to to bolt.
It isn’t until she runs into a few of her friends about an hour later that I am able to pry her arm off and run. I give a polite greeting to clients and associates that I pass as I head for a darkened outdoor garden. I sit myself on one of the marble benches with a resigned sigh, as I try and contemplate this position I’ve ended up in. While it’s not terrible, it’s not good either. Not good at all. So far I haven’t made any extraneous attempts to copulate. So perhaps all I need is to just get back up on the hor
se, maybe then the dreams will stop plaguing me, and I’ll be able to properly end this dry spell. Maybe that’s all I need. I’ve had my R&R and now it’s time to find someone else. I mean I can’t keep looking for short curvy brunettes with too much sass, not that I’m looking for women like Henley… not at all. I’m just looking to recreate the experience… that’s all. The fuck like your dying, personality altering orgasm experience.
With a sigh I lean back against the wall behind me and wait for my blood to cool down in the chilled night air. It’s not long before some chattering catches my attention and I slit my eyes open to see two brunettes walk out into the garden. This is it. This is my chance, like God saying here are two hot women who meet your standards, go fuck. I can tell they are semi intoxicated by the way they are talking and bumping into each other, I wouldn’t even have to work for it.
It isn’t long before they notice me sitting on the bench and they make their way over giggling all the while. They have definitely been drinking.
“Hey handsome,” the taller one offers taking a seat next to me.
“You look lonely,” the shorter one finishes as she sits on my opposite side.
Yeah… I’m definitely not going to have to work for this. “Hello,” I offer back with my best smile. The kind of smile that wins women over. The kind of smile that gets them naked. If I don’t look at the short ones face, if I don’t look at her dull brown eyes, she is almost short and curvy enough to pass for Henley. Not that I’m trying to pretend a woman is Henley, because I’m not… but she might be able to replicate the mind blowing orgasm.
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