by Tia Siren
She giggled. “Are we seriously so old that we think a stroll through the park is nice?”
I laughed. “I think we must be. I’m not even sad about it. I don’t care what it makes me, except happy. And I’m really happy being here with you.”
“Brad, I don’t—”
I stopped her. I didn’t want her to protest anything. Not yet. She needed to give us a chance before she decided to hate me.
“Let’s just enjoy today. This is fun, right?”
She nodded. “It is.”
“What do you want to do for dinner?” I asked her.
She laughed. “Can we focus on lunch first?”
“Do you want a nice dinner, or do you want to pick up some pho and stay in?”
She shrugged. “Let’s see how the rest of the day goes. You want to go to a museum?”
I grimaced. “I don’t know.”
“Come on. Have you ever been to any of the many museums here in our lovely city?”
I had to think back. “I think when I was in, like, middle school. Like a field trip or something like that.”
“Good! We’re going!”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bench we had just sat down on. “I haven’t been to a museum in forever. I want to go and just be normal. I don’t want to have to look at what people are wearing or anything like that. Let’s just go be Brad and Mia.”
I loved her enthusiasm. “Let’s do it. But, uh, Mia? What museum? Aren’t there, like, a hundred around the city?”
She stopped walking. “I don’t know. We can do the Metropolitan. Or how about the Smithsonian? What tickles your fancy?” she teased.
I shrugged. “Lady’s choice.”
Before I knew what she was doing, she was hailing a cab and we were headed to the Met. The art wasn’t exactly my thing, and there was a lot of it, but I could appreciate the beauty of some of the pieces. It had been a long day, and eventually we were both ready to grab takeout and head back to her place.
“I never knew sightseeing could be so exhausting,” I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to me.
She sighed. “No kidding. I’ve lived here my entire life, but I don’t think I have ever seen as much as I have today. My feet hurt. You should have told me we were going to be doing a marathon.”
“I’ll massage them for you when we get back to your house,” I told her in my radio voice.
I felt her body shiver against mine and smiled. The woman was not quite as immune to me as she pretended to be.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I want to,” I insisted.
“Here,” she said, switching the subject. “We can grab something to eat. How about you pick up the food and I’ll grab a bottle of wine. Unless you want something else?”
I shrugged. “Wine works for me.”
She turned to walk away. I took a moment to appreciate the sight, and it was a damn fine sight to see. I brought my attention back to the restaurant I was standing in front of only to see a woman standing off to my left, eyeing me.
I smiled at her, and she said, “She’s pretty.”
“Yes, she is.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you.” She held up her hand and wiggled her finger, which sported a large rock. “Happily married. I was just thinking you guys are a great-looking couple.”
“Thank you. She is a beautiful lady. I’m lucky to have her.”
“Yes, you are. Good luck to you both.”
I ordered our food and met Mia outside. “Ready?”
“I am. Do you want to take a cab?” she asked, clearly exhausted.
“If you want. Or I can carry you,” I said with a grin.
She laughed. “No way.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself. Want to carry me?”
She rolled her eyes and stuck her hand in the air in one smooth move, but it seemed a Friday evening was not the best time to hail a cab.
“Let’s keep walking while you keep trying. Maybe lift that skirt a little to grab their attention.”
“Ha. As if it were that easy.”
We finally got a cab to take us the rest of the way. I felt a little stupid for getting a ride for such a short distance, but I knew Mia was beat. I didn’t want her completely exhausted. I had plans for that beautiful body and wanted her alert—if she let me carry through with them that was.
Chapter Sixteen
Mia
We spent another quiet night in, eating and drinking wine. During the movie we watched, I kept catching him stealing glances in my direction. Each one sent a burst of heat to my core, but I pushed the feeling away. Instead, I thought about the hurt he had caused me before. I was in for more of the same if I allowed Brad to act on what I was sure was running through his mind.
I just couldn’t sleep with him again and have it mean nothing. And it would mean nothing, because this was only temporary. He lived in Los Angeles. I lived in New York. Neither of us was going to relocate. We both had careers that were too good to give up.
I would just enjoy the moment. We’d celebrate his birthday as old friends and then he would disappear from my life all over again.
“Ready for bed?” I asked, standing and stretching.
He yawned. “I am.”
We crawled under the covers. He pulled me against him, and I froze. I was afraid this was it; this was when he was going to make a move and ruin everything.
“I’m not going to try anything. Relax and go to sleep,” he whispered.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Good. We can’t,” I reminded him for what was probably the tenth time that day.
“Not right now,” he clarified.
That had my brain on high alert, but I quieted it and settled into him, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.
The following morning, we lounged around and ate a light breakfast, mostly because I had no food in the house.
“Let’s go to lunch. My treat,” I announced after getting out of the shower.
He smiled. “No burgers.”
“Tacos.”
He wrinkled his nose. “I think that’s worse than burgers.”
“I laughed. Fine. You can have lettuce wraps and I’ll have tacos.”
Lunch went great. We chatted, that familiar ease having fully returned. He was my Brad again, my best friend. We were just finishing up lunch when he asked if I wanted to take him shopping.
“Shopping?”
“Yeah, like for clothes. I need some new clothes. I figure with you being a fashion star and all, you could help me pick out the right stuff.”
I laughed. “Sure. Why not?”
I had a great time picking out outfits for him to try on. They ranged from wacky and ridiculous to smoking hot. I may have been a little too good at dressing him in clothing that accentuated his best features. I even found myself licking my lips at one point.
It didn’t help that Brad was far more hands on now than he used to be. He was always holding my hand, or when we sat, he would put his hand on my thigh and give it a slight squeeze. It was blurring the thin line I had drawn between friends and something more, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I loved it, but I also hated it. He was leaving, and that thought now made me anxious.
I stopped in my tracks at a sudden realization. Brad jerked as our connected hands pulled him to a stop as well.
“Mia?” he asked.
Damn him.
“Mia, are you okay?”
I didn’t know how he had done it, but he was making me fall for him all over again, and he was leaving tomorrow.
“Earth to Mia,” Brad said, waving a hand in front of my face.
“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I just remembered an important interview I have coming up for work.”
“Oh,” he said. “Well, I just want to go in this one last store.”
I laughed at him, pushing my earlier thought from my mind. It couldn’t be true anyway. I wouldn’t allo
w it to be.
“Don’t you think you have enough?” I asked, nodding at all the shopping bags in our hands. “You’re going to need another suitcase for all of this.”
“Oh no. No suitcases,” he said, completely adamant about it.
“Then we better head back and not get any more stuff,” I said, turning around and leading him home. “But why no suitcases?”
“My shit gets lost every time. Every time. I stopped carrying suitcases a couple years ago. I don’t even think my shit gets lost. I think it gets stolen,” he said.
I had to laugh. “You think they know whose suitcases are whose once they get on that little turny thing?”
He nodded his head. “Absolutely. How else is it possible that my luggage is always lost? Oh, and sometimes I get it back, but there are always little things missing. So, I don’t carry luggage anymore. It’s actually really freeing. I buy clothes if I need them and FedEx them back to my house. No suitcases.”
It was hysterical. I had no idea he was so protective of his underwear.
“Well, there’s a FedEx around the corner. Do you want to head there now before going back to my place? But you know, you’re such a celebrity, I don’t know if I would trust them either. They might be just as bad as airport security. They might not be able to resist the great Brad’s underwear,” I said, teasing him. I couldn’t help it. It was too easy.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” he said, and there was a gleam in eye that both exited and terrified me. Next thing I knew, he had my hand and was dragging me down the block to the door of my building. Once inside, he didn’t even wait for the elevator. He took me up the two flights of stairs to my condo, grabbed the keys from my hands, and shoved open the door.
Then he lunged for me, his hands on my hips as he grabbed my body and spun me around, pinning me against the door. I looked up. His eyes were mere inches from mine as his face hovered above me.
“I’ve been waiting all weekend for this,” he whispered before slamming his mouth against mine.
A tiny voice in my head screamed “no,” but then my body took over as he pressed his hips into mine. I felt completely consumed by the man and loved it. It was exciting and exactly what I wanted. I whimpered as his teeth pushed against my lips. I opened my mouth, giving him the full access he demanded.
His hand was in my hair, pulling it, turning my face up to his as his tongue jammed into my mouth. I moaned low in my throat. His mouth over mine swallowed the sound, and judging by the rock-hard penis shoved against my stomach, it fueled his passion.
My hands went to his short hair, my fingers pressing against his scalp as I held him in place, demanding more.
“Fuck, Mia, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he groaned, stepping back and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my hot core against his steely dick, shivering with delight, anticipating all that hard length pushed inside me.
“You want me?” he asked against my mouth.
“Yes,” I panted, rotating my hips a fraction.
He carried me into the living room and dropped me on my feet.
“Don’t move,” he growled.
He stepped back and looked me up and down, licking his lips like a tiger sizing up his meal.
“Brad?” I breathed out his name on a shaky sigh.
His response was a quick jerk of the sheer, flimsy fabric that had been my dress. I was left standing in front of him in my black lace strapless bra and lacy black thong as the fabric fell to the ground around me. The cool air of my AC washed over my bare skin, causing my nipples to harden into points.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said in that husky radio voice I loved. Heat pooled between my legs, and I involuntarily rubbed my knees together to lock it in.
His nostrils flared as he dropped to his knees in front of me, his face buried against my stomach while his hands reached up to grab the strings of my panties. He slowly pulled them down my legs. He lovingly kissed my lower lips as I lifted one foot and then the other. My black strappy heels were still on my feet. He slowly stood, his mouth running a trail of hot, wet kisses over my belly as he did. He moved his hands to the back of my bra, deftly unfastened it, and let it drop.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, cupping my breasts in his hands. “I have to have you now, Mia,” he grunted before yanking off his cloths with rapid speed.
He reached a hand between my legs, forcing my legs apart. He cupped my pussy before pushing the heel of his palm against me.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
He ground the heel of his hand against me, the pressure perfectly hard against my clit. I rotated my hips, pushing back against his hand.
One long finger slid inside me. I gasped at the invasion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” he groaned. His mouth dropped to my neck, sucking hard as he moved his finger in and out.
My legs were shaking. I was already on the verge of an orgasm. I felt embarrassed.
“Brad, I’m going to come. Wait,” I protested in a high-pitched voice that matched the way my body felt spiraling up into a frenzy.
“Come, baby. I’m going to make you come again and again. Let me feel it on my finger,” he ordered.
My back arched, shoving my pussy against his hand, swallowing his finger deeper inside as my body shattered into a million beautiful starry pieces.
He yanked his finger out and spun me around so fast, I nearly toppled to the ground. The combination of shaking legs and high heels would have been dangerous if his hands hadn’t been firmly planted on my hips, holding me steady.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
I did as he asked, ignoring the vulnerability that tried to creep in as I bent over the back of my couch in the middle of broad daylight. My sex was exposed to the man. His big hand stretched over one ass cheek in a loving caress before spreading me wide and probing me with the head of his dick.
I whimpered in anticipation. I had longed for him to be inside me for eleven long years.
“Brad.” I said his name on a choked breath. I could already feel another orgasm building and he wasn’t even touching me.
“Again, Mia? Are you going to come again?”
I nodded my head and arched my back, demanding he enter me.
He stepped back and used the same delicious finger to part my swollen folds, pushing the finger inside me.
“You’re soaked, baby. Holy fuck, you’re drenched.”
I moaned, unable to answer as he pulled his wet finger out and ran it up and down my slit, barely caressing my clit. He pushed his finger back inside and then added a second. I jerked with the stretching and tried to straighten my body. His big hand pushed me back down.
“Stay down. I’m going to finger fuck you,” he ordered.
His fingers pushed deep inside before pulling out and shoving in higher. His hand moved to my butt and firmly kneaded the cheek, spreading and pulling as his fingers worked inside me. He slapped my ass with his open hand as his fingers plunged in deep.
“Oh God!” I shouted as my second orgasm rolled through my body. My legs were quaking as my pussy convulsed around his fingers.
“That’s it. Keep coming,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out and stepping close behind me.
His fingers were replaced by the large, smooth head of his cock.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I want you,” I groaned, shimmying my hips in invitation.
He pushed the head of his dick inside a fraction.
“Say it,” he demanded again.
“I want you.”
“What do you want?”
He pulled out, leaving me feeling bereft.
I cried out.
“Say it, Mia. You want my dick inside you?”
“Yes, dammit! Fuck me, Brad. Please!”
His body slammed into mine, stretching and filling me in one fell swoop. My n
erve endings felt raw. I couldn’t control my own body or my response to the surprise invasion. I sank against the couch, unable to support myself as one wild sensation after another assailed me.
“Fuck. My God. You’re fucking tight and hot. God damn, Mia.” His voice was strained.
I hung my head low, my ass in the air with his dick buried inside me. I couldn’t speak. His cock jerked inside me. I cried out as the first tingling sensation of a new orgasm started deep within my pussy where the head of his cock tickled my cervix.
He grabbed my hips and jerked me back against him, shoving his dick impossibly higher inside me.
I rolled my head back and forth, my body a mixed bag of sensations. I only knew it felt like I was being pulled apart. He rocked against me once. then twice.
“Come!” he shouted.
I wanted to. I couldn’t. I had no control over my body. It was his to do with as he pleased.
He slammed into me hard enough to jerk my body forward. My feet came off the ground as he slammed against me again and again.
“Now. I want it now.” His voice dropped into that familiar low, honey tone.
I closed my eyes and let it wash over me like a soft stream caressing my naked body. Every thought and sensation was centered on the length of him sheathed inside me. I relaxed and let the tingling sensations slowly ebb and flow throughout my body. My toes curled as the orgasm started deep and low within me and spiraled outward.
“That’s it,” he soothed. “Let it go. Oh, God damn, Mia, you’re soaking my cock. Your pussy juices are running down my leg.”
A smile spread across my face as I lost myself in the longest orgasm I had ever experienced.
“Oh, fuck, I can’t stop,” he moaned. His thighs flexed against my body as his own climax hit him. I could hear a low keening sound and followed it back down to earth from where I had floated away on my own sweet orgasm. The sound was coming from Brad as he spurt his hot juices deep inside me.
He pulled out, gently turned me around, and lifted me up to cradle me against him.
“I’m not finished with you,” he said in his radio voice as he carried me into the bedroom.
I smiled. “Thank God. I’m not done yet either.”