by Lena Nicole
I grab her head firmly and pull her away looking down into her eyes. “You’re gonna make me come like that, and I’d rather not right now.” Her breathing picks up at my statement and I can see the raw need on her face. She stands up and starts to take off what little clothes she has on. Once she’s naked I take in her body. She has nice tits that are a perfect handful with pink, little nipples. They look like they want to be sucked. I look down at her waxed area and can’t wait to explore her piercing.
She takes my hand and leads me over to the dining room table just a few feet away. She sits and leans back on it, pulls up her knees, and spreads her legs open wide. She looks down at herself and then back up at me with pure heat in her eyes. I know exactly what she’s wanting without her even saying a word. I’m not sure I want to get that intimate with her, but the beer quickly pushes that thought aside as I lean down and give her what she wants. “Oh, yes, yes Colin. Just like that,” she moans, looking down at me between her legs. I want to hurry up and get her there so I take my right hand and stick two fingers in her as I continue working her with my mouth. She comes so hard I feel her squeezing the life out of my fingers and she’s screaming so loud I’m pretty sure her neighbors two floors down can hear.
“I need to fuck you,” I growl at her.
This excites her. She pulls me forward and lays back down on the table. I pull a condom out of my wallet and roll it on. I take my dick in my hand and start to feed it into her when a vision flashes quickly through my head. I can see Addison laying beneath me as I’m about to make love to her. This image instantly pisses me off. Addison doesn’t want me. Brooklyn does. I can’t look at Brooklyn because all I see is Addison. This image puts my stomach in a knot and I almost stop for fear of getting sick. I slightly shake my head. No, I’m going to do this. If she doesn’t have a problem sleeping with someone else, then I shouldn’t either.
I pick Brooklyn up off the table. “Bend over.” She looks somewhat stunned at my bluntness and lack of finesse. “You can bend over the table or stand in the middle of the room and grab your ankles. I don’t care which one, but I’m going to fuck you from behind.” I know this is a little crude of me to say, but I can’t bring myself to look Brooklyn in the face when I take her right now. The guilt of what I’m about to do will choke me if she’s not looking the other way when this happens.
This seems to arouse her as she bites her lip and says, “How about you bend me over the bathroom sink and we can watch each other?” She’s smiling while rubbing herself. Nope, I don’t want to look at her face as I drill into her.
“No, that’s okay. This is just fine.”
I spin her around and push on her back to bend her over the dining room table. She must sense my urgency because she grips onto each side of the table. Good, she’s going to need to brace herself for this one. The image of Addison along with the accompanying guilt has really fucked with me, therefore I’m going to fuck Brooklyn into oblivion to rid my mind of the thoughts.
I’m not being gentle about this at all. Ordinarily, I would never act like this while having sex with a woman. I’m actually a little stunned by the way I’m thrusting into her, and more surprising is the fact that she’s loving every second of it and asking—no screaming—for more. Sweat is rolling down my back with all the energy I’m exerting and I know it’s a matter of time before my legs start to cramp up since they’re already burning. I need to switch up positions, but do it in a way she’s still not looking at me. Addison is still haunting my thoughts.
I lean over her back and whisper in her ear, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I pull out of her and she leads me to her room.
I lay on my back on the bed and grab for her. “Ride me, backwards.” She gives me a look and I wonder if she’s picking up on the fact that I don’t want her facing me. She doesn’t say anything though and does as she’s told.
She’s purring at me telling me she wants me to come for her. I kind of wish she’d be quiet. Listening to her voice is just a reminder that I’m not with Addison. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip her hips forcefully hoping I can finish soon. Eventually, I find my release, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as I thought it’d be. My mind still isn’t wiped clean of the guilt of feeling like I’ve cheated or the images of Addison with another man. I’m too exhausted to analyze it further, so I roll over and pass the fuck out.
***
I wake up the next morning and my head is pounding. I look around and take in my surrounds. Where the fuck am I? And why don’t I have any clothes on? I look beside me and the reality of the situation dawns on me and it all comes back. Oh, shit. I fucked Brooklyn. I look down at my battered dick and pray to God I was smart enough to use a rubber. I slide out of her bed trying my hardest not to wake her. I need to get the fuck out of here. Quick. My clothes aren’t on the bedroom floor, but thankfully the used condom from last night is. I let out a relieved sigh. Thank fuck I wasn’t that stupid. I rub my hand down my face and walk out to the living room to find my clothes which are by the door. Oh, yeah. That’s where it all started.
I’m gonna have to go home and scrub my dick clean. The only good thing to come of it is it served as a good distraction once I shoved Addison out of my head. Well, that’s what I tell myself. Truth be told she wasn’t completely out of mind during the whole ordeal. How much of an asshole am I? Having sex with a woman while thinking about someone else.
Shit. I walk out the door quietly to do the walk of shame. Only my car isn’t in the parking lot and I remember it’s still at the bar. Fuck, I hate my life. I dial up Jeremy.
“Hey, man. I know it’s early, but I need you to pick me up and drop me off at my car.”
“Okay, where are you?”
I really don’t want to answer his question, but how else will he know where to get me.
“I’m at Brooklyn’s place off of Main Street.” The line is quiet for a minute and I wonder if I’ve dropped the call. Finally, Jeremy speaks up.
“What the fuck, Colin? Did you fuck Brooklyn? I can’t believe you. I never thought you’d go through with it. So, was it good? Is she still wild?”
I hear the amusement in Jeremy’s voice and it makes me want to punch him. I’m in no mood to talk about this right now.
“Fuck off Jeremy and come and get me.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
I hang up. Fuck. Remind me to never do this again.
IT’S BEEN A month since I had my fallout with Colin. I can’t say I’m heartbroken over it since my heart was never in it after the accident, but contrary to Colin’s belief, I’m not a heartless bitch and I still feel bad about what happened. Even if he did call me a whore.
Pierce is amazing. He is so patient with me and there is no topic I can’t discuss with him. I adore him for that. I feel like I need to reach out to Colin and try to have another go at talking to him. I wanted to make sure Pierce was okay with it first since my heart belongs to him, and he was. He told me he just wants me to be happy and if that makes me happy, then I should do it. Regardless, he would support me one hundred percent. When he says stuff like that to me I wonder how I got so lucky to have met him that day on the beach.
After trying to contact Colin a couple times, I give up. I sent him a couple text messages and received no response. The messages all said that they were read so I know he’s seen them. If he doesn’t want to talk to me, I won’t force it but at least I can say I tried.
Pierce had asked me to go to New York with him. He had some work to do on the expansion that had to be done in person. After making sure I could get the week off from work, I started getting excited to spend the whole week up there with him. I was hoping to get things cleared up with Colin before leaving, but it looks like that won’t be happening.
I’m meeting Pierce at his house tonight with takeout. He had given me a spare key last month when we decided to be an exclusive couple. Thinking of the clever way he did it always brings a smile to my face.
We w
ere walking past a pet adoption store, and knowing my love for dogs, Pierce stopped so I could look at all the puppies. There was a litter of boxers and they were adorable. I picked one up and it started licking my face and I was instantly in love. I handed it to Pierce so he could cuddle with the puppy, and she got so excited she peed on him. I had to give it to Pierce, though. Instead of getting mad, he just laughed it off. I grabbed the puppy from him and handed it back to the lady and said, “Goodbye, Ali.” Pierce gave me a questioning look and I shrugged my shoulders. “I always wanted a boxer named Ali.” He grinned while shaking his head and told Ali bye too.
There was a clothing store right next to the pet shop and Pierce went in to buy a new pair of pants so he didn’t smell like pee through lunch. I went ahead and got us a table at his request where he could meet me after he finished shopping. Lunch, as always, was great. We shared some laughs, great food, and enjoyed each other’s company.
After lunch, Pierce had to stop at his office to pick up some paperwork. He said he might be a while so he dropped me off at his house, but he wasn’t gone long. I was probably only waiting around for about thirty minutes or so for him. I heard his car pull into his garage and I went to greet him. Instead of being greeted by Pierce when I opened the garage door, I was greeted by Ali, the cute boxer puppy from the pet adoption. She jumped up on my leg and I picked her up.
“Oh my god! Ali! Pierce, when? How?” Ali was kissing my face when Pierce walked in with a bag of dog food and bowls. He had somewhat of a triumphant smile on his face peeking up over the top of the bags.
“Well, when I went to buy some new jeans I adopted Ali and they held onto her for me so I could drop you off and surprise you with her,” he smiled brightly at me. I love this man.
“So she’s yours now to keep?” I asked.
“Ours. She’s ours to keep.” Pierce said as he filled up the food and water bowls.
“Where will she stay?” I said as Ali wiggled to get down for some water.
“I figured she can stay with both of us. When you work nights, I can keep her company, and the nights I work late you can take care of her. The best part is when we are both off we get to take care of her together.” I smiled up at Pierce. I knew this is one of his many ways of spending more time with me. He thinks he’s sneaky, but I’m on to him. Not that I mind spending more time with him. In fact, I love it. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else other than near him.
“Why Charming, if I didn’t know better I would think you’re trying to win your way into my home with a puppy. And I have to say,” I put my hands on my hips and glared at him to make him sweat it just a little, “it’s totally working.”
He let out a low, sexy laugh and I gave him a kiss to show my appreciation. While I’m kissing Pierce, I felt something jumping on his leg. Pierce chuckled into my mouth before pulling away and picking Ali up.
“She will need a collar and tags,” I said as I pet her.
“I picked one up. Why don’t you get ready for bed and I’ll get it on her.”
I agreed and made my way to Pierce’s room to change. After I finished, I was lying in bed when I heard the sound of thumping against the floor. I looked up from the book I was reading and saw Ali charging towards me. She jumped to get up on the bed but didn’t quite make it as she slipped off and fell to the ground. Pierce was behind her and chuckled as he picked her up and put her on the bed. Ali snuggled herself right under my arm.
Pierce got into bed and looked at Ali snuggled where he likes to lay and frowned. I couldn’t help but laugh. I picked up Ali and was about to move her when I saw something hanging off her collar. Thinking it was the tag, I froze when I actually looked at it. I glanced over at Pierce who was smiling wide at me.
“A key?” I asked with my eyebrows raised. I hope I’m not reading too much into this or I’m about to look like an idiot.
Pierce took the key off Ali’s collar and placed it in my hand. “To my place. I want you to be able to come here whenever you want. If I had it my way, we would be living together already but I don’t want to rush things. So I figured this was a good step. You don’t have to use it if you don’t want to, but I wanted you to have one. My home is your home.” He tucked my wet hair behind my ear before lightly kissing my cheek.
My heart did somersaults. This was a big step and I was ready to take it. I loved this man and he wanted me around more. How could I say no to that? I jumped up out of bed and grabbed my keys and placed his on my key ring.
“Of course I want to use it. I love you. And who knows, I might get lucky and walk in on you in the shower,” I said as I raised my eyebrows up and down suggestively, in a joking manner.
“If you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask. And if you want to shower with me, then by all means let’s go.”
“What? Now?” Before I could protest he picked me up stripping me of my shirt while walking into the bathroom. Once he turned on the water, he placed me down and took off my pants. He made fast work of stripping off his clothes and led me into the shower. Before I got all the way under the water, Pierce was kissing me all over. When he was working on my neck by sucking, kissing and nipping it, I let my hands roam down his chest and down to his throbbing erection. He started to groan as I wrapped my fingers around him. The sounds coming from him were almost animalistic, and I had to squeeze my legs together to help ease the tension coursing through me. After a lot of building up and anticipation, we each explored the other with our mouths, using them to help each other find our release.
After Lexi picks up Ali, we head off to bed because we have to be up super early for our flight at four in the morning.
***
When we arrive in New York, I take in the familiar sights. I always loved the city and watching all the millions of people walking around to get to work or sightsee. It’s amazing how you can go unnoticed and almost disappear here. Pierce has a car waiting for us to take us to the St. Regis Hotel. When we walk in it takes everything I have in me to keep moving and not look like an idiot standing at the door gawking at this massive room. The lobby is probably as big as my condo. It has high ceilings with walls covered in marble. My favorite element is the gigantic chandelier hanging in the center of the room. The light reflects off of each crystal sending a rainbow colored glow outward when you look up at it. It’s truly stunning. There are gold accents everywhere; the molding, the chairs, flower vases. Above the chandelier is a gorgeous painting with clouds and angels, giving it a Grecian feel.
We are staying in the Tiffany suit and it is incredible. When Pierce unlocks the door, I’m instantly blown away. Looking straight ahead down the entrance is a wall with a huge, rectangular mirror with gold sconces on each side. The table below the mirror has four vases filled with lovely, white hydrangeas. With as impressed as I was by the lobby, it pales in comparison to this suite. I walk down the hall and to my left and I’ve never been in a hotel room this big before. The dining room walls and ceiling are painted in Tiffany blue with decorative, white molding framing squares along the walls. Looking out the window I’m able to see Central Park. The living room is very bright with clean lines. It has the same molding designs on the walls as the dining room, but the walls and ceilings are completely white in here. The furniture is decorative with a gray, modern floral print that contrasts with the white legs of the coffee table that are holding up a frosted glass top. I walk into the bedroom and know I’ll never want to leave it. The king sized bed has a plush, white comforter and on top of it was a beautifully carved headboard that has white trim with the center painted in Tiffany blue. The bed looks like you could sink down in it for days, almost like you’d get stuck. There are elegant side tables flanking each side of the bed with small, ornate lamps sitting on top. The corner has a desk with the same frosted glass as the coffee table with pretty, high back chairs sitting beside it.
I stare at the massive bed with its fluffy white down comforter and numerous throw pillows and feel a magnetic pull to lay down.
I am so exhausted from traveling and getting up so early and I can use a good nap. Pierce begins to put our things away as I lay back.
I must have fallen asleep shortly after my head hit the pillow, and I passed out for quite some time if the darkness outside the window is any indication. I look next to the bed searching for Pierce and notice there’s a plate of food with a note.
Had to get some work done. Text me when you’re awake and I’ll head right back. I’m only a few blocks away. Also, I had food sent up so be sure to eat.
Love you,
Charming
I uncover the tray of food and the bowl of fruit sitting there looks very enticing. I pop a few pieces in my mouth but I’m still tired and wouldn’t mind going back to bed. I change into one of Pierce’s T-shirts and send him a text.
Me: Thank you for the food. No need to hurry back. I’m still really tired. Would you mind if I went back to sleep?
Charming: Not at all. I can’t promise I won’t wake you up when I get back though. Get some rest. I love you.
Me: I love you more.
I plug my phone in and silence it and go to bed with a content smile on my face.
***
Today, Pierce only has a morning meeting so we spend the day sightseeing. We go to the Empire State Building and Pierce even convinces me to go to the top of it. I wasn’t too excited about getting on that long elevator, since I’m not a big fan of heights, but I went for it anyway. In the end, I’m glad I did. Pierce puts a few quarters in the binoculars that are spaced out along the edge of the viewing deck. We take turns looking through them, viewing the city in a way I’ve never done before. Even though I had my reservations about coming up here, Pierce was right in that I would love it. He’s so good about pushing me out of my comfort zone and I trust that he won’t make me do anything that’ll get me hurt. Before we go back down, Pierce gets an older couple to take our picture. Waiting for the lady to snap the picture, a big gust of wind picks up blowing my hair everywhere. I’m trying to keep it back and away from my face, but every time I get one piece back another flies at me. Pierce sees that I’m struggling and tries to help. I hear the old man chuckling at the losing battle we are fighting. The lady yells out, “Say cheese!” Pierce looks toward her, flashing his megawatt smile while I’m still being smothered by my hair. I look at the picture after Pierce gets the camera back. He looks handsome as usual and my hair is flying around in the wind whipping my face. We start laughing hysterically as we look at the picture and thank the older couple.