False Security

by Evan Grace

  I don’t know how to flirt or proposition a man, so I make a split decision, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the alley by the restaurant. His eyes widen right before I grab his face and pull him down until our lips meet. Erik doesn’t move at first, and I begin to think he’s going to pull away.

  Instead, it’s the complete opposite. He takes control of the kiss and flicks the tip of his tongue against the seam of my lips. I open, letting his tongue dance with mine. God, he can kiss, and I swear I could come right now. His hands grip my hair at the base, and I whimper into his mouth. I can feel Erik’s cock through his jeans, and it feels huge.

  I’ve never had “skills” when it comes to men and sex. My ex, when he wasn’t cheating on me, complained that I was boring and that I couldn’t satisfy him. Right now, though, I don’t care. I’m clearing the cobwebs from my vagina, and this man is going to help me do it.

  I reach in between us and palm his dick through his pants. His groan tells me he likes it. Pulling back, I look up into his eyes. I give it a squeeze and watch his eyes flare. “I want you to fuck me, please.” I know I sound desperate, but I don’t care. After tonight, I’m never going to see him again.

  He doesn’t seem repulsed because he’s still standing in front of me. Erik grabs my chin. “Do you want to come back to my place, or yours?”

  “Hotel room,” I whisper. Erik nods and grabs my hand. Fate or luck is on my side, and across from the theater is a Holiday Inn.

  Hand in hand, he drags me—well, not literally—toward the hotel. Luckily there are rooms available. Erik doesn’t let me pay, and I don’t argue because I just want to get to the good stuff. In the elevator, the only sound is our breathing and my pounding heart.

  We reach our floor and he drags me off into the hallway. My nerves are getting the better of me, but I’m not backing out—not when I can feel how wet my panties are.

  He uses the keycard to open the door and pulls me inside. Erik’s hands go to my ass, and he lifts me effortlessly. I slam my lips down on his, and our tongues begin to duel. I pull back and he nips my lower lip, licking the sting away before his lips travel along my jaw to my ear.

  We’re moving through the darkened room until he falls on his back onto the bed, never once taking his lips from my neck. Erik’s hands slide down the back of my dress until he reaches the hem. He slowly pulls it up around my hips.

  Erik rolls us so he’s on top of me and between my legs. My breath leaves me in pants as I stare up at him. He reaches out and strokes my lower lip with his thumb. “Tell me what you want?”

  I bite my lower lip. What do I want? No one has ever asked me that. Taking a deep breath, I say, “I want you to lick me.” I want to squeal right now because I can’t believe I just said that.

  “Let’s get you out of this dress,” he whispers. Erik’s voice is deeper—sexier.

  He immediately zeroes in on the zipper, making quick work of pulling it down. Erik grabs the top of my dress and yanks it down my body, leaving me in only my black lace panties.

  I don’t miss the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at my breasts. They’re D cups, and sometimes I wish they were perkier than they actually are. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, because his lips wrap around one nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I arch my back as pleasure shoots through me. He rubs his pants-covered dick against my clit, and I moan.

  He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Erik dips his fingers into my panties, and he moans when they slide across my wet lips. He pushes one finger inside me and embarrassingly, I begin to come immediately.

  Erik pulls his finger out and brings it to his lips, licking my cum off. He bends down, kissing me and letting me taste myself on his lips. Before the pulsing in my pussy stops, I reach up and rip open Erik’s pants while he takes his shirt off. He grabs a strip of condoms out of his pants, pulls one off, and throws the rest on the bed next to me.

  With quick moves, he rips my panties away from my body, leaving me naked and exposed to his gaze. His eyes roam over my body and he licks his lips. “So fucking sexy,” he whispers almost to himself.

  Erik quickly climbs off the bed, takes off his pants, and chucks them on the other bed. If I thought he was hot before, he’s even hotter completely naked. His cock is long and thick, standing tall against his stomach—I just knew it was going to be huge, and he doesn’t disappoint. He climbs back on the bed and rolls a condom on before moving closer to the apex of my thighs.

  I watch as he grips his dick by the base. He rubs it through my juices and then lines it up with my opening. In one swift move, he thrusts inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out and feel myself being stretched to the max.

  He grabs one thigh, pulling it up and over his hip—opening me up more to him. Erik pulls almost all the way out then pushes slowly back inside. He holds my gaze in an intense stare that makes my belly quiver.

  “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” He groans before bending his head down, kissing my lips gently before he starts thrusting his cock into me over and over. The ache below begins to build again, and I welcome it. I plan on milking every orgasm I can out of him to tide me over for a long time.

  With every roll of his hips, I shudder in his arms. I grip his ass cheeks, and they’re just as firm and hard as I imagined they were when I checked him out earlier. They clench and relax over and over as he pounds into me. He hits a spot deep inside that has me groaning into his mouth. Over and over he hits it until I’m silently screaming against his mouth as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had hits me.

  I want to break the connection between us, but he holds me captive with his stare. He grabs my other thigh, pushing it back until I’m almost bent in half. Erik begins to pound into me with an almost brutal pace. Then he suddenly pulls out. Before I can protest, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips and impaling me on his cock. There, in the middle of the bed, on his knees, he bounces me up and down on his cock.

  “Oh God, oh fuuuuck,” I groan. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure in all my life.

  He nips at my earlobe and then whispers against my ear, “Baby, you feel so fucking good. Are you going to come for me? Are you going to come all over my cock?”

  I shudder violently as I come. Erik quiets my screams with his mouth on mine and picks up the pace until he holds me down tight as he pushes up, burying his dick so far in me it’s borderline painful as he groans into my neck. He holds me just like that for a while, and I drape my arms over his shoulders.

  Erik kisses my forehead, and for a second I let myself pretend that someone like him would truly want someone like me. He’s way out of my league, but at least for one night I get to experience a pleasure I’ve never felt before. My ex never cared if I came, and he said it was my fault. At least tonight I feel good—desirable. This will have to last me awhile.

  ***

  The room is pitch black, and Erik’s arm is draped heavily over my waist. His hand still cups my pussy while he snores softly behind me. How many times did we have sex or give each other oral? I didn’t think it was possible to have that many orgasms, but I lost count after the second round.

  I need to get out of here before he wakes up—I don’t want to see the awkwardness or feel his regret. It would be humiliating if I had to watch him try to escape me like I’m some kind of disease.

  Lifting his arm, I slide out from under him and gingerly climb out of bed. I watch him to make sure he doesn’t wake, and when he just rolls over and begins to snore again, I let out the breath I was holding. I pick up my dress, slip it on, and then slide my feet into my heels. With one last look at Erik, I grab my wristlet and walk out of the hotel room.

  The Uber driver is quiet, thankfully. I’m not in the mood to talk. I just want to hold onto my memories of tonight. The driver drops me off in front of my place, and he tells me he’s going to sit in his car and wait for me to get inside. I thank him and hurry up the walk to my door.

  I open the door to
my apartment and find Luna asleep on the sofa with Grant and her two girls asleep on the floor under a pile of blankets. I kick off my heels then head into the bathroom to brush out my hair, wash my face, and brush my teeth. In my room, I change into an old Lady Gaga t-shirt and a pair of knit shorts.

  When I head back into the living room, I find Luna stretching with her arms above her head. She turns toward me. “How was your date?”

  I sit down next to her. “I don’t know why Carrie thought we’d hit it off. He’s gorgeous—I mean, so sexy he should be a fitness model or on the cover of a romance novel. Our waitress practically climbed onto his lap. And he was so freaking cocky, and he spent more time staring at my tits than my face, but then he shared about losing his dad and got sweet, and went right back to being a douche. It gave me whiplash.”

  Luna looks me over. “Okay, he may be a douche, but why do you have a love bite on your neck?”

  My face heats up immediately. “I haven’t had sex since Ryan, and I didn’t think I’d get the chance to sleep with someone like him. I jumped him outside of the restaurant.”

  “Okay first, I want to know why you think you wouldn’t hit it off. So he’s gorgeous…have you looked in a mirror? You’re beautiful—you’ve got a great body and a beautiful soul.” I shake my head, but she continues talking. “You haven’t told me a lot about your ex, but he really did a number on you. Honey, you may not see it, but I do.”

  I grab her and me some blankets and pillows, and we sleep on the couch and love seat, which we’ve done before when Rocco was out of town for work and she didn’t want to be alone.

  When I wake up, I find all three kids are watching cartoons with the volume down low. Sitting up, I cover my mouth as I yawn and then get up. I stroke my hand over Grant and the girls’ heads; they all smile at me before I head down the hall to the bathroom. After finishing, I wash my hands and brush my teeth.

  When I step back into the living room, Luna is awake with her youngest snuggled in her lap. “Coffee?” I ask.

  “Coffee sounds great.”

  In the kitchen I start the coffeemaker, and while the coffee is brewing, I grab a bottle of ibuprofen and shake a couple pills into my hand. I pop them in my mouth and wash them down with some water. Earlier when I’d gone to the bathroom, I’d noticed that my vagina was freaking sore, but considering I’d never had that much sex, I shouldn’t have been surprised—plus, his dick was huge.

  Of course my whole body aches from using muscles I don’t think I’ve ever used before. I shake off the thoughts of Erik. I’ll never see him again, but I’ll at least have material to use when I masturbate.

  I grab the ingredients I need and begin whipping up my famous chocolate chip pancakes. Luna joins me and we work side by side to feed the troops. Once we’re finished, we both lean against the counter watching Grant, Lennon, and Starr all wolf down their food.

  After breakfast, Luna and the girls head home and I have Grant take a shower. I try to let him be a big boy and wash himself, but I’m never too far to help and make sure he gets all his little nooks and crannies. Once he gets out I start a load of laundry, and we spend the rest of the day curled up on the sofa watching every Marvel movie we own.

  It’s Grant and I against the world, and that’s the way we like it.

  ***

  It’s been two weeks since my date with Erik, and life has continued as normal. Well, except for the fact that every freaking night I dream about the sexy douchebag: the way he made me feel, the way his dick felt inside me, and everything in between.

  I’ve avoided Carrie for the most part, just because I don’t want her to think badly of me for sleeping with Erik on our first and only date. She’s also had her baby, so it’s been very easy to make up excuses for not bothering her. Of course I’m now going to be filling in for her at the company she works at.

  I heard from the manager, Delilah, and met with her. She’s a young, pregnant blonde who’s so welcoming. She hired me on the spot and had me fill out all the forms. Insurance will kick in right away, which I’m happy about. I’ve had Medicaid since I moved here and I don’t have a lot of options for Grant.

  Delilah showed me pictures of Carrie’s bundle of joy, and of course my beautiful friend looks fabulous for just having had a baby. Leif is a gorgeous little boy, but I’m not surprised.

  She gave me my keycards to get onto the elevator and into the back of the office. I’ll be greeting clients when they come, accepting deliveries, helping with billing, and whatever else is needed.

  Now I’m heading toward the office for my first day. After I get off the L, I head down the stairs to the street and adjust my messenger bag over my shoulder. I hope I’m dressed okay. It’s warm out, so I opted for a short-sleeved shirt dress the color of watermelon, and a wide belt around my waist. My espadrille wedges are a combination of the same watermelon color, lime green, and cornflower blue.

  I reach the building, step inside, and head toward the elevator. I swipe my card and the doors open; they take me up to my floor. When I step off, I take a deep breath. On the desk is a vase full of daisies and a card with my name on it.

  Shayla,

  I just wanted to welcome you to Rogue Security. We’re excited to have you join us.

  Sincerely,

  Delilah

  This right here is why I’m glad I’ve come to work here. I stick the card back in the envelope and slip it in my bag. I grab my lunch and my card to get into the back. The closer I get to the break room, the sounds of deep male voices get louder, causing butterflies to take flight in my belly.

  When I reach the doorway, both men turn toward me. One is African-American with a ripped, muscular build and tattoos covering his arms. The other man is Caucasian and lean with light-brown hair, green eyes, peaches-and-cream skin, and a closely trimmed beard.

  “Um…hi there,” I say. “I’m Shayla. I’m Carrie’s replacement.”

  The bearded man stands up first and holds his hand out to me. “I’m Dalton.” Oh, he’s British. I like that.

  The other guy stands up next, and I shake his hand as well. “I’m Marcus. It’s nice meeting you. I’m the resident bounty hunter, and I’ll actually be leaving in about an hour to go after a skip. If you’re taking on Carrie’s duties, you’ll email me any info that I need while I’m out on the road.”

  I nod. “Okay, great. What about you, Dalton?”

  “I help run surveillance with one of the other guys. I’m also a martial arts expert.” Marcus groans and then walks away. I raise my brow at Dalton. “He’s just jealous because I could kick his ass.”

  “I don’t think so,” I hear Marcus holler from somewhere in the office.

  After putting my lunch in the refrigerator, I pour myself a cup of coffee. A few of the other men show up, and Dalton introduces me to them. They’re all friendly and definitely enjoy razzing each other.

  Once Delilah shows up, we head to her office. “Thank you for the flowers,” I say. “That’s so sweet of you.”

  “You’re welcome. We’re outnumbered here so we have to stick together.”

  In her office, we go over my duties again, and she hands me printed-out instructions on how to do a lot of Carrie’s tasks. “These look great.”

  “I’ll sit with you for a while today. The phones are easy, and our computer programs we use are easy too.”

  “Sounds great.” She leads me out to my desk and helps get my account set up. Delilah has me send out an email to all the employees with my contact information. Once that’s done, we begin our day. When the phones aren’t ringing, we check everyone’s calendars and make sure no one double-booked themselves and that no meetings will cause conflicts with clients.

  The morning goes by quickly, and several of the guys stop over to introduce themselves and welcome me to the company. I’ve never seen so many good-looking guys in one space. I even got to meet Carrie’s husband when he stopped in to bring me cookies that Carrie made for me as a welcome gift. Again, another re
ason I’m so happy I came here.

  During my first break, I step outside to call Luna and check on Grant. He’s fine, and they’re working on writing their letters. Luna was a teacher before she became a stay-at-home mom, so she’s been working with him. I tell her about my morning, and she’s happy I’m enjoying it.

  I take the elevator back upstairs, and when I step back into the office, I find a man leaning against my desk talking to Delilah. She sees me and smiles. “Oh, hey—Erik, this is Shayla.”

  I freeze as he slowly stands up straight and turns around to face me. Oh…My…God. What is he doing here? I wipe the shock from my face and walk toward him. “It’s…nice to meet you.”

  He moves closer. “You left without so much as a ‘have a nice life.’ What gives?”

  I glance nervously at Delilah before whispering, “We’re not talking about this right now.”

  “Are you married? Is that why?” His blue eyes flare, and I want to smack him in his beautiful face.

  “Of course I’m not married,” I hiss. “I’m no cheater.” He looks relieved.

  “Umm…is everything okay?” Delilah’s standing next to me now. “Do you guys know each other?”

  “No,” I blurt, just as Erik says, “Yes.”

  “Is this going to be a problem?” Delilah asks, looking between the two of us.

  Shaking my head, I look at him and then at her. “No, of course not. I apologize. This isn’t very professional.”

  I head back to the desk and Delilah sits down next to me.

  Erik stops next to me. “We need to talk later.” He then heads into the back.

  It’s probably not a good idea, but I decide to tell Delilah the deal. “So…Carrie set us up on a blind date, and umm…yeah.” I say nothing more about that, but I look at her. “I promise this won’t affect my working here.”

  She grabs my hand. “Okay. Just please let me know if things get awkward for either of you.”