Take Care

by Ash Johnson

  Chapter 7

  Ada

  After an all too loud and filling dinner at a fancy Chinese restaurant, me, Elle, and eight of our closest friends walk into Club Free to do some more celebrating.

  I haven’t been to a club since before I met Rob, so I’m really excited to be here with all of my girlfriends. I tell Elle and the girls to go to our table while I hit the restroom¸ but I’m really going to the bar to buy a round of lemon drops to thank them all for coming out with me for my birthday.

  As soon as I make it to the bar I am approached by an overweight bald guy who looks like he’s in his mid fifties and seems completely drunk off his ass.

  Even though it’s nice to know I look good enough to be hit on, it’s also a little disappointing that it’s by this guy.

  “Hey thur baby! You wanna make your way to the bathroom with me for a quick fuck?” drunk asshole slurs.

  I try not to make a disgusted face and turn my attention toward the bar as I wait for the bartender to order my drinks.

  This must piss drunk asshole off because he grabs my arm a little too tightly in order to get my attention again.

  “I asked you a question, bitch” he yells, sounding a bit incoherent, but then his squinted vision shifts from my eyes to above my head at something and he frowns. Suddenly, all of the insults I was going to throw at this idiot go flying out the window and I feel butterflies deep in my stomach.

  “If I were you I’d get my hands off of her arm before I rip yours from your body,” a deep voice rumbles from behind me, sounding way too calm for the situation.

  I slowly turn around to see one of the sexiest men I have ever seen standing above me, and I mean way above me. He’s at least a foot taller than I am, even in my heels, with dark brown hair long enough to pull on and dark eyes to match.

  He is wearing a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark tattoos running down the length of his left arm. The pair of light washed jeans that are lucky enough to grace his body sit perfectly low on his hips and cover the tops of his black shoes.

  I am having a hard time taking my eyes off his strong square jaw which is covered in a five o’clock shadow. It’s sexy as hell. For some reason I feel like I’m licking the corners of my mouth, but my body is tingling so badly I can’t tell if I actually am licking my lips or if I’m just thinking about doing it.

  After what seems like hours, I pry my eyes from his face again and scan down to see that he has muscles popping out everywhere. He is definitely in shape, and I start having visions of those ripped arms wrapping around my waist and his large hands grabbing at my ass.

  I have to literally shake those thoughts out of my head, which now makes me look crazy. Now I’m the crazy chick sitting at the bar shaking her head like a wet dog.

  I have to stop thinking about licking the man in front of me from top to bottom and try to remember what was happening before I looked at him and made an ass out of myself.

  Oh right, the drunk moron standing on the other side of me that still has a hold on my arm.

  When I finally force myself to turn back and look at the drunk dick, he lets go of my arm and pushes away from the bar top, awkwardly storming toward the club’s exit, pushing people out of the way as he staggers toward the door.

  I shift my gaze back up to the sexy morsel next to me and have to mentally tell myself to keep my mouth closed or I will have drool coming out of the corners. He’s absolutely gorgeous and his extreme height is a major turn on for me.

  This man is freaking hot.

  “Thank you for your help,” I say, trying to ignore the shaking sound of my voice. He instantly smiles back; of course he has a beautiful smile of white teeth.

  Then he dips his head down closer to my ear. I breathe him in and smell pine, like he just walked out of the forest. It isn’t strong but it makes him even sexier because it’s a nice, manly smell. It’s so much better than the two gallons of Old Spice that Rob bathed in every day.

  “It’s no problem at all,” he sticks his hand out toward me and says in his deep, sexy voice, “I’m Jay.”

  I grab his outstretched hand and reply, “I’m Ada. It’s nice to meet you Jay. Let me buy you a beer for helping me out.”

  He’s still holding onto my hand as he looks me in the eye with a small smile playing on his perfectly sculpted lips. I’m waiting for him to make a comment about my eyes, but it never comes.

  “Don’t even think about it. From the tiara on your head I’m going to guess you’re either getting married or it’s your birthday. So, which is it?” he asks before slowly releasing my hand. I have to fight the strong urge to grab his hand back so I can feel that electricity shooting through my arm again.

  It takes a few seconds for my brain to remember that he asked me a question because I’m so distracted by my shameless perusal of his gorgeous face. I shake my head clear of all the dirty thoughts running through my head, again, and try to answer him.

  “Oh, it’s my birthday. There’s no way in hell I’m getting married!” I grimace. That statement makes Jay’s smile even wider for some reason.

  “Well Ada the birthday girl, can I buy you a drink?” he says, pulling one side of his mouth up in a gorgeous smirk. Good God, this man is freaking sex on a stick. I don’t think I can walk away from him without at least getting a taste of him. This could be the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten in my life.

  “Sure, but only if you join me and my friends while I drink it,” I croon in what I hope is a flirty voice and then smile, wondering where my boldness came from. I haven’t talked to a guy like that in a long time; since before I started dating Rob. Maybe this is the old Ada coming out and I like it.

  “Absolutely,” Jay says, nodding his head once and smiling. He turns and waves to a table full of guys that are sitting close to the booth my girlfriends are all at.

  “Are those your friends?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, they are.”

  “Well, why don’t you invite them to join us while we sit around and drink all these? I brought lots of single girls with me tonight,” I smile and pay the bartender before picking up my tray of lemon drops. Jay buys our two beers and follows me over to our huge booth.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back with the cavalry,” and then Jay disappears for a few seconds.

  “Hey Ada, who was that yummy giant you were talking to at the bar?” Elle hounds me as soon as I sit down with the drinks.

  “His name is Jay and he’s going to come back with his friends so we have some delicious eye candy to stare at while we get trashed tonight,” I smile and raise my shot glass and my girls all follow, but before we can drink I hear him speak close behind me.

  “Eye candy? Well okay, but you’ll have to lick the candy a few times tonight to keep us around,” Jay smoothly whispers in my ear and I can feel my cheeks heat up.

  After introductions are all made between our friends, a few more shots are ingested, and one beer down, I’m past the point of tipsy and sitting on Jay’s lap while he runs his fingers up and down the outside of my thigh slowly. I’m so turned on by the movement I’m sure that Jay can smell my arousal.

  Our two groups are getting along really well and we’re sharing a lot of laughs when Blake finally asks me about my eyes. I’m wondering how he can tell they’re two different colors because it isn’t dark in the room, but its dark enough.

  “Hey Ada, do you have colored contacts in? Cause I think you lost one.” Everyone turns to look at me, and Jay turns his head to the side and palms my chin toward him to look into my eyes. Even while I’m sitting on his lap he still has to look down a bit. After a few seconds of staring at Jay, I turn back to Blake to answer his question.

  “Um, no, I have heterochromia iridium. I was born with two different colored eyes,” I answer.

  “Very sexy,” Blake nods and then turns his attention back to Elle.

  Jay leans into my ear and murmurs, “You’re eyes are beautiful, but so is everything
else about you.” I turn around to look him in the eye and smile.

  He’s smiling at me and then his eyes narrow before he asks, “Do you want to go dance with me?”

  I love to dance so I instantly agree and as Jay and I stand, all of our friends do as well. We all make our way to the dance floor as some heavy bass song starts playing.

  I turn my body toward Jay and start to sway my hips in time with the music. He starts off playing it safe by putting his hands high on my waist and swaying with me, but that isn’t where I want his hands to be at the moment. I step closer to Jay and add a bit more sway to my hips and then raise my arms around the tops of his shoulders to bring his face closer.

  I notice that when I try to bring his face closer to me, he doesn’t stop his descent and is really close to my face. He’s going to kiss me, and I’m actually not freaked out about it.

  I tilt my head up toward him and our lips connect with a few small pecks to begin with. Then I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol buzzing through my system or the fact that this guy is freaking hot and is really turning me on, but I start to attack his mouth. I lightly lick his bottom lip and hear him let out a deep, sexy groan and tighten his grip on my hips. Slowly his hands travel to my ass and give it a firm squeeze and now it’s my turn to moan loudly.

  After two hours, three more shots, a beer, and a bit of making out like teenagers, Jay and I are back on the dance floor. I have my back turned to him and his arms are wrapped high around my waist just under my breasts because I’m so much shorter than he is.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” he leans down and whispers in my ear before softly biting my earlobe. His manly forest smell is mixed with sweat and it’s making everything between my legs vibrate. He smells so good.

  I let out a soft moan and decide that it’s time I got laid. This is my birthday gift to myself. I haven’t been with anyone since I left Rob and every girl needs a little attention downstairs once in a while, so I turn my head toward his and nod. He grips my hips one last time and then grabs my hand and starts to lead me off of the dance floor.

  Chapter 8

  Jay

  Before Ada and I leave the club, I flag Blake over from the dance floor where he is grinding against Elle to tell him that we’ll be leaving. When he reaches me I notice that he’s sweating profusely and also sporting wood.

  “What do you want man? I’m trying to seal a deal, here.” Blake says, hiking his thumb back towards Elle who is hugging Ada and taking the tiara off of her head.

  “Looks like it,” I say, chuckling at the tent in his pants. He flips me off and I laugh.

  “Ada and I are leaving so if you can drive I need you to take my Jeep home. I’m not completely sober and I’ll just get a cab from Ada’s house.” I tell Blake, reaching in my pocket to pull out my keys.

  “No way, man, I’ll take the Jeep, but I’m going home with Elle, so you’re going to have to take Ada to our house.” What? Now I’m confused.

  “Why would I have to take Ada to our house if you’re going home with Elle? That doesn’t make sense,” I say, wondering if it’s just the alcohol that’s making this conversation so confusing.

  “Dude, Ada lives at Elle’s house, and we can’t both be getting action in the same house because I swear to God, if I hear you grunting then it will totally kill it for me.”

  After he’s snatched my keys out of my hand and given me his so that I can get into our house, Blake walks away from me to go back to Elle.

  I’ve never taken a girl to my house for sex before. Maybe having Ada at my house won’t be so bad. We know hardly anything about each other but she seems super cool; she’s got a great sense of humor, especially because it’s a bit dirty, she has moves like an exotic dancer, she smells like sugar and flowers, she’s tiny, which makes her that much more attractive to me for some reason, and she’s got a smoking little body that I would be an idiot to pass up.

  As I watch her walk back to me from where Elle was standing on the dance floor, I mentally cross my fingers hoping that she doesn’t turn into a clinger.

  “You all set?” I ask her, extending my hand to her.

  “Yep, let’s get out of here,” she smiles and links her fingers with mine. Jesus, she’s gorgeous. Her shining eyes are sucking me in and I can feel myself getting nervous that I actually like being around this girl. There’s something different about Ada, but I can’t seem to put my finger on what it could be.

  We start making out again before we can even make it out of the club. As soon as we get outside we spot an open cab and run for it. It takes me almost a minute to give the cab driver my address because Ada is running her tongue along my neck and it’s screwing with my brain and the crotch of my pants.

  The entire fifteen minute drive to my house is spent frantically kissing and pawing at each other. I throw some money at the cab driver, I don’t even know what I gave him, and pull Ada out of the cab.

  Before we make it to the front door I lift her up and she wraps her slender legs around my waist so that I don’t have to keep bending over to kiss her. It’s really hot how short she is and she’s so light that it’s no effort at all to hold her up. I normally date shorter women, because almost everyone is short compared to me, but Ada might just be the shortest woman I’ve been with and it’s more irresistible for some reason.

  I walk through the front door and up the stairs toward my room and I silently praise myself for being a neat freak because I don’t want to trip over anything.

  Ada starts kissing and sucking on the side of my neck, making my eyes roll back into my head. She makes her way back to my mouth and then sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and I wonder just how much it will kill my self-confidence if I come just from kissing this girl. She is turning me on more than any other woman I’ve ever been with.

  “Ada, God you’re so freaking hot,” I say between kisses as I shut my bedroom door and start walking to the king sized bed in the middle of my room with my hands still on her ass.

  “Holy shit, Jay, I want you so bad,” Ada mutters, and then gently bites my lower lip.

  I’m a goner, just like our clothes. After I set her down on her knees at the edge of the bed she quickly unbuttons my shirt with lightning fast speed. I’ve taken off her black tank top and thrown it somewhere across the room and have her bra undone and thrown in the opposite direction.

  I look down at her at the same time she puts her fingers in the band of my jeans and tugs me toward her. I smile down at her and she looks up at me from under her lashes while she slowly works on the button and zipper of my pants.

  She licks her lips and then bites down on her bottom lip, which is so sexy, but I’m so completely focused on her eyes that I barely even notice her other movements. I’ve never seen eyes as beautiful as Ada’s and don’t think I ever will again in my lifetime.

  When she pulls my jeans along with my boxers down to my knees and wraps her slender fingers around my hard cock, I am forced to break eye contact and close my eyes. I tilt my head back when I feel her hand start to move up and down slowly.

  “You like that?” she asks in a sexy whisper.

  I open my eyes and lower my head to look back down at her as she smirks at me.

  “Holy shit, baby. That feels awesome,” I groan, but really I’m trying to not think about what she’s doing to me. She could embarrass me pretty quickly with just her hand if she doesn’t stop soon.

  I grab her wrist, stilling her movements, and pull her hand up to my mouth to place a few small kisses on her palm. I need to turn the tables on this beautiful girl so after I kick off my shoes, pants, and boxers, I start kissing her mouth and tangle my hands with hers.

  I free one of my hands to unzip her skirt in the back and once the zipper is all the way down, I put my hand inside and run my fingers down to her ass, pushing the skirt down to her bent knees. Once the skirt is around her knees, I lean down more, signaling Ada to lie down on the bed, which she does. With her legs finally straightened, I let g
o of her other hand and pull the skirt off, then toss it over my shoulder, making Ada giggle.

  I do a once over of her lying on my bed, finally noticing the small yellow sunflower tattooed next to her hip bone. It’s only about the size of a nickel, but fits her.

  She still has her black heels on and a sexy purple lace thong as she lies on my pillow with her short blonde hair fanned around her. She’s smiling at me, waiting for me to make my next move, but I’m frozen to the spot as I stare at this amazingly hot woman in my bed. For some reason, I wouldn’t mind seeing her there more often, and we haven’t even had sex yet.

  My mind finally focuses on what I’m doing and lightly run my hands along the insides of her thighs, grinning as she parts them for me. I place small kisses along each of her thighs and then, when I make it to my destination, I place a few kisses on the outside of her wet panties. I can smell her through her thong and I feel the pre cum drip from my cock.

  Ada’s wriggling above me and I can tell that she wants me to touch her, so I wrap my hands on the lace at each side of her hips and pull out, ripping the purple fabric from her body.

  The light moan that Ada lets out is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. It kick starts my need for this woman and I dive in between her legs, using my tongue to fully taste her sweetness.

  “Fuck Ada, how the hell do you taste this good?” I ask, swiping my tongue along her folds again. She mewls and puts one hand on the back of my head while the other is playing with her nipple.

  After a few minutes of licking and sucking on her most sensitive area, I can feel Ada’s body starting to bow off the bed, so I insert a finger inside her and it does the trick. I watch through my lashes as Ada’s body stiffens and her eyes close.

  When she starts to come down from her orgasm and is smiling lazily, I decide to make my way up her body. I start kissing her stomach pausing briefly to suck on each of her nipples, and then make my way across her collar bone.