by Lena Nicole
Shortly after we sit, a waiter comes out and lights the candles that are on the table. We place our order with him and he leaves us with a bottle of red and white wine.
“So,” Pierce says as he is filling my glass with white wine, “How is work going? Are you liking your shift change to days?”
“No, not really. I don’t know what I was thinking when I changed it. I like the night schedule a lot better. I slept a lot better when I worked nights. I’m finding it hard to sleep these days,” I tell him.
“I don’t think work is causing your lack of sleep. I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am. I know you and I can see the toll this is taking on you. When you look happy and are smiling, I can still see a glimpse of sadness and worry in your eyes. Others probably miss it and don’t notice it, but I do. I spent countless amounts of hours memorizing the beauty in your face and I see it.”
I look down at my hands that are now wringing together. I don’t want to ruin my night with Pierce. It seems like he gave this date a lot of thought and I don’t want to bring the mood down. I suddenly feel his finger under my chin as he slowly lifts my head up. I look up meeting his gaze.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I did because I know you’re hurting and I don’t like to see you in pain. It tears at me that I can’t do a damn thing for you. Just know that I’m here. If you need to talk, scream, or even just sit on the beach and stare at the ocean, I will be there to sit next to you.” He leans in and places a kiss on my lips.
He holds his glass up to toast and I do the same. “Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile,” he says and we clink our glasses before taking a sip. Pierce’s words really hit home for me. He’s right and I know once my heart is ready to make a decision, all of this will have been worth it. Because in the end, I’ll be with my one true love and he’ll have made the journey worthwhile.
“I love you,” I tell Pierce, grabbing his hand from across the table.
“I love you too, Addison. Always, only you.”
Music starts to play and Pierce grins at me. He looks so happy, I can’t help but return his sentiment.
“Dance with me,” he says, getting up from his seat and holding out his hand. I take his hand and let him lead me across the dining room as we try to dance around the tables. The romantic setting, music, and company has me so relaxed and at ease. I close my eyes and I rest my head on Pierce’s shoulder and trust him to guide me around the room. Once the song ends, we see our food come out and sit back down to eat.
“Are you working next weekend?”
“No, I actually have it off,” I tell him after taking a sip of my wine.
“Good. If you aren’t busy I would like to take you somewhere.” I beam at him, and before I can ask my question, he is already answering it. “And no, you’re not allowed to know; it’s a surprise. Just pack an overnight bag,” he says.
“And if I say no?” I joke with a raised eyebrow.
“Then you will be missing out on one great surprise and time away with me. And you’ll be leaving me heartbroken,” he adds, placing his hand over his heart with a saddened expression on his face.
I laugh. “Okay, well I don’t want to leave you heartbroken, so I will have my bag packed and ready to go.”
We finish dinner and head back to my place. Pierce walks me to my door and I invite him in. We say hello to Ali and I head to the kitchen to grab two glasses. Before I can open the wine, I look over at Pierce who is staring at me with a heated look. He calls me over with his finger and my heart immediately begins to quicken its pace. I can see nothing but desire in Pierce’s eyes and it is making my body ache wanting his touch. I slowly make my way toward him. Once I reach him, he pulls me in for a kiss. I wrap my arms around him and my fingers find their place in his hair. As he deepens the kiss, I suddenly feel myself being lifted off the ground and carried into my bedroom. Pierce closes the door with his foot and gently places me down on the bed.
“How about that dessert?” he says, starting to undress me.
As the rest of the night goes on, we continue making love and filling the dark room with the sound of our heavy breaths, soft moans, and connecting bodies. We end the night laying in a comfortable silence until we fall asleep, entwined in each other’s arms.
I’M ALMOST To Addison’s to pick her up for our date. I’m so excited to see her reaction when she figures out what’s going on. She’s never going to see this coming. Once, when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, I heard her talking to Lexi and Morgan about the band 4225 West. They were all gushing over these Liam, Harrison and Jimmy guys, and to my surprise, Addison was leading most of the conversation. Good thing I’m not a jealous guy. I got wind that they play at this bar in Liam’s hometown quite frequently and arranged for us to attend.
I knock on her door and am instantly amused. She answers holding two pairs of shoes in her hand. She has on some jeans that show off her body nicely with a tank top. I look at her, puzzled. “Why are you holding those shoes? Didn’t you pack a bag to put them in?”
She moves aside and motions for me to come in. “Oh, all my stuff is packed. But since you never tell me anything, I figured I’d let you pick my shoes so I’m dressed accordingly. Usually these mystery dates you plan are death defying and require flats,” she says as she hold up a pair of tennis shoes. “But, on the off chance we’re not going to risk our lives today, I brought out these,” she holds up the other pair which have a wedged heel.
Grinning at her I lean in and kiss her cheek. She’s so damn cute. “You can wear whatever you want today. But can I suggest these?” I say, pulling at her wedges, “They make your legs look longer and I like the image I get of them wrapped around me when you wear them.”
She swallows before saying, “Okay, then I’m wearing my wedges. I’ve been wanting to wear these for a while now.” She holds onto my arm as she slides each foot into her shoes.
“These are for you,” I say as I hand her a bouquet of dark purple calla lilies. Even though I’m sure it’s predictable at this point, she still gives me the same appreciative, loving smile every time I bring her these flowers. Plus, it’s kind of our thing.
After she puts the flowers in water, I grab her suitcase and we head to my car. “So, Charming, where are we going?”
I raise an eyebrow shaking my head. “You know I’m not going to tell you.”
She huffs, “Can I at least have a clue?”
“A clue, huh? Let me see…” I trail off as I rub my chin pretending to be deep in thought as we walk to the car. I’m taking us to the airport, but I’m not going to tell her that. “You’ll probably be dancing before the night is over.”
“So we’re going dancing?”
“I didn’t say that. Only that dancing could be involved. Now, no more hints.” I pick up her hand and kiss the back of it, smacking her ass before she gets in the car.
Soon, we’re about to take the exit toward the airport. I know she’s been studying each road sign, trying to piece it together as to where we’re going. Too bad for her, there are no road signs in the sky to tip her off.
“Are we going to the airport?” She turns quickly to me.
“Maybe…” I reply. Turning on my blinker, I get into the correct lane for long term parking.
“Oh my God, Pierce. You have to tell me where we’re going now. When are we flying back?”
“Relax. I chartered us a small private plane. That’s part of the surprise, but I’m not telling you where we’re going. Just try to enjoy the suspense.”
Her eyes go wide. “A private plane? Pierce, I hope you didn’t spend a small fortune putting together this date,” she admonishes me.
“Every dime I spend on you is well worth it. Don’t worry about what this costs, just be happy and enjoy your time with me.”
Her expression softens. “I do enjoy spending time with you. If that’s all you wanted, we could have sat on my couch and watched TV, you know?�
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“Now where’s the fun in that?” I park the car and we both get out. I retrieve both of our bags before grabbing her hand and leading her to the terminal.
The nice thing about flying via private jet is that you don’t have to deal with the lines or the fuss like you do with commercial flights. Not that I don’t take commercial flights fairly often, but I wanted to pamper her a little. We walk up the steps leading to the plane with her in front of me. As she steps one foot inside, she gasps.
“Wow, look at this! This is amazing!” She walks down the aisle, taking in the plane in its entirety. It’s not the biggest private jet there is out there, but I’m not Bill Gates either.
“Do you like it?” I ask. She spins around and walks toward me. Throwing her arms around my neck, she kisses me.
“I love it, Pierce. It’s gorgeous.”
The inside has a beige leather interior. Each seat is fairly big and puts first class on commercial flights to shame. The first two seats face each other on each side of the plane. On the right side, the two seats are separated by a table where two people could eat comfortably. Behind the first set of seats is a nice, long couch. Perfect for lounging or, who am I kidding, sex. Behind that is a door that leads to the bathroom that is the size of a normal half bath in a home. Finally, at the very back of the plane is a queen sized bed hidden behind a door for privacy.
The flight attendant comes out and introduces herself. “Hello Mr. Whitmore, Ms. Ramsey. My name is Cindy and I’ll be with you on your flight today. Can I start either of you off with something to drink before we start to taxi toward the runway?”
“Can you make a bay breeze?” Addison asks.
“Absolutely,” Cindy replies.
“Great, I’ll have one of those.”
“Okay, and for you, sir?” she asks, turning her attention to me.
“I’ll just have a whiskey sour, please.”
“Coming right up.” She spins around on her heel and goes to the work station near the cockpit of the plane.
Addison stops begging for clues shortly after we get into the air. Not that I mind too much, since she’s really cute when she begs, and pouts when she doesn’t get her way. But I’m glad to have this time with her to just be. We’ll be surrounded by a lot of people tonight, so it’s nice to be able to bask in each other’s company.
“What?” she suddenly asks me.
“Huh?” I respond, confused at what she’s talking about.
“You’re just staring at me. Do I have something on my face?” She wipes her mouth like she might have a few stray crumbs.
“Oh, no, you don’t. I didn’t even realize I was staring at you, honestly. You just make me happy and I guess I zoned out for a minute thinking about it.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, but it is. She makes me incredibly happy and I can’t imagine my life without her in it.
She blushes and looks down like she’s shy. “You make me happy too,” she says quietly.
I glance behind us toward the bedroom that’s situated at the back of the plane. I run my nose up her neck until my lips are to her ear. “You know, it’s always been a fantasy of mine to join the mile high club.” I pull back to gauge her reaction.
She doesn’t say anything, just stares intently into my eyes. Standing up, I reach out for her hand. Hesitantly, she places hers in mine and I pull her up from her seat and up against my body. We’re so close, we’re sharing the same air with our lips only millimeters apart. If I were to lick my lips, I could touch hers. Looking up from her mouth, I gaze into her eyes and notice the same desire reflected back at me. Standing here hip to hip, I see no traces of uncertainty or resistance.
“Pierce,” she whispers. I know what she wants, the same thing I do, and I’m all too happy to oblige. I close the remaining gap between our lips and devour her. A small moan rises up her throat as my hand grazes her breast. I cup her and gently squeeze. She wraps her arms around my neck, snaking them up through my hair and pulling on the ends. I love when she does that.
I push her backwards, leading her to the bedroom until her back is pressed against the door. Pulling back from her, I look her up and down, admiring her beauty, knowing that it’ll only get better once I get her behind this door and take these clothes off of her. I open the door and guide her the short distance until the backs of her knees are touching the bed. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I lean in and taste her lips again.
She pulls away and lifts her arms up while looking into my eyes, letting me know exactly what she wants. I grab the hem of her tank top and slowly pull it up and over her head. Beneath it is a sexy little red bra with lace trim. I trace the outline of the lace, gently grazing my finger over the swells of her breast. She bites her lip and closes her eyes as she lets out a small whimper.
Reaching down for her pants, I unbutton them and sink to my knees. Then, ever so slowly, I pull her jeans down her hips, past her thighs and calves, and help her step out of them before throwing them behind me. I groan when I see the matching lace panties she has on. My God, she is one sexy ass woman.
Teasing her, I bury my face in her mound feeling her heat and wetness through the thin material of her underwear. My cock is straining against my jeans, begging to be freed to explore the inside of her beautiful body. Just as slowly as before, I slide her panties down her legs to remove them and stare at her gorgeous body for a moment.
“Please, Pierce. I can’t take it anymore,” she says breathlessly.
“Lie down, sweetheart,” I tell her, gently pushing her back toward the mattress. One she’s laid down with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed, I grab the backs of her knees, pulling her closer to me and drape her legs over the back of my shoulders.
Blowing a cool stream directly on her heat, I see her clutch the sheets with one hand while the other grabs my hair roughly, tugging my face closer to her. Unable to hold back anymore, I lean in with one quick lick down her seam before diving in to devour her taste. She’s so sweet and I swear I could spend hours tasting her. She’s writhing, pulling my face harder toward her. I swirl my tongue around her clit before sucking gently on it at first, gradually sucking harder until she’s moaning my name. She’s really close to her climax, so I insert two fingers into her warmth.
“Jesus, you’re wet, Beautiful,” I say.
“Yes,” she moans out. “Harder, Pierce, harder. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Moving my fingers in and out of her faster, I feel her tighten around me right before she explodes. There’s a long stream of incoherent words with my name mixed in there. After she’s ridden out the final wave of her orgasm, she gently pushes me away, too sensitive to take any more. I look up at her and her chest is rising and falling fast with the heavy breaths she’s taking. Her eyes are closed. I crawl up her body and run my finger down the length of her neck. Opening her eyes, a small, lazy smile spreads across her face.
“Wow, that was hot,” she says, her breath still not back to normal.
My eyes roam her body and say, “Trust me, I’m not nearly through with you.”
“Oh, good. I’d be disappointed if you were,” she replies.
Before I can register what she’s doing, she pushes me over onto my back and straddles me. She bites her lip in the sexiest way I’ve ever seen and says, “My turn.”
She slowly slides down my body until she reaches the button on my pants. Popping it open then undoing the zipper, she moves down further to pull them down while biting her lip. I have to fist the sheets to keep from grabbing and having my way with her right now. She works on pulling off my boxers, letting my erection spring free. I’m so hard my dick is throbbing and might explode at any minute.
Grabbing the base of my dick, she leans in and kisses the tip before looking up at me with a devilish smirk. The little tease. She strokes me up and down a couple of times and finally brings her mouth to my cock. She wraps her mouth around it and slowly slides down my length until I’m hitting the back of her throat. I groan and fis
t my hand into the back of her hair, guiding her up and down. Each swirl of her tongue, suck of her mouth, and pop of her lips has me closer and closer to coming. When I don’t think I can hold out any longer, I gently pull her way from my dick and up to my face, giving her a passionate kiss.
I roll us both over so that now I’m on top of her, caging her in with my arms on each side of her head as I grind my hips into her. She lets out a small gasp as I tease her, rubbing the head of my dick up and down the seam of her pussy.
“Take me now, Pierce,” she says breathlessly. That’s right; I want to hear her beg for it, for me.
Taking my finger and rubbing her clit gently and then inserting it into her soaked pussy, I say, “Damn sweetheart. You’re so wet, so ready for me.”
“I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me,” she moans out.
I grab the base of my cock and guide it into her, slowly sliding into her warm, wet center. Once I’m completely sheathed, I pause to take a moment and enjoy the feel of her. She moves her hips, telling me she wants me to move. Not wanting to disappoint, I set a nice slow rhythm, pulling and pushing inside of her.
Before long, I can tell she’s close. I lean back and throw one of her legs over my shoulder which allows me to penetrate deeper. With each thrust, I feel myself hitting the end of her and she yells out in bliss.
“Faster, faster,” she pleads. I increase my speed and use my thumb to gently circle her clit.
“Come for me,” I command, needing her to get there before I fall off the edge before her.
“Yes, yes, right there. I’m so close,” she pants out with her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes, Beautiful. Let me watch you come.” She opens her eyes seconds before she finds her release. “That’s it. Ride it out, sweetheart,” I tell her as the last ripples of her orgasm roll through her. When I’m sure she’s enjoyed every last wave, I pump into her two more times before finding my own release.
I pull her leg down off of my shoulder so that I can collapse onto her and feel her skin to skin. She clutches onto the back of my shoulders and I place gentle kisses up and down her neck as we both calm down.