Just Sex

by Kristen Flowers

  “Fuck, man,” Mike said before chugging down the rest of his beer and ordering another.

  “That’s why I don’t do relationships. It’s too much drama to deal with women like that. When you told me you were moving in with her I knew it was the beginning of the end. There’s no way you can make it through living with someone who is always picking at you—testing you. Women all want to control what we do and they’re incredibly clingy. Being in a relationship with them takes all the fun out of it.”

  “All the fun out of what? Fucking them?”

  “Pretty much,” I said with a smirk. I nodded toward a cute brunette sitting at one of the tables by the end of the bar. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go pick up that cutie. But you know what I’m not going to do? I’m sure as hell not going to start a relationship with her.”

  Mike waved his hand and turned his attention to his beer and phone. I finished my drink off and walked over to the table confidently.

  “Well, even in the low light of this place a girl like you sure does stand out,” I said with a hint of irony in my voice as I looked down at the young woman.

  It took only a second after she looked up at me with a scowl for the two of us to recognize each other. It wasn’t the first time I had seen that look on that face.

  I leaned in a bit and, sure enough, it was her—Amanda from the airplane. She looked as shocked as I was. She turned to look at her friend and I could have sworn she rolled her eyes even though her mouth was smiling just a bit.

  “Is that right?”

  “Well, yeah you stand out. It’s not every day you see someone in a bar recovering from a nose injury,” My face lit up with a huge grin. I had forgotten how amusing it was to poke fun at her.

  “I can’t believe…” She shook her head and took a sip of her cocktail.

  I leaned in closer to playfully inspect her nose, “Well, it looks like it’s healed up nicely, but how does it feel?”

  “It’s been two years! My nose is just fine, thank you very much!”

  “Geez, sorry for asking,” I shot back innocently. I turned to look at the blonde woman sitting across from her. “Are you not even going to bother introducing your friend to the man who saved you?”

  Amanda choked on her drink and some splashed out on the table. She quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth and the table. “You mean the man who mutilated me!”

  The two of us laughed. I saw her friend watching us carefully. I wondered if she was overly protective of Amanda or what was going on there. It made sense though, given that I had caused her to get stitches before she even stepped foot on a New York sidewalk.

  “So you’re the guy who ruined my plans for my best friend’s first day in the City?” The blonde woman stuck her hand out, “Tina.”

  “Its nice to meet you Tina. I would tell you my name, but I’m a little skeptical that your friend here remembers it.” I said, looking back at Amanda with a huge grin.

  “Uh huh, you’re just as full of yourself as I remember you being. How could I possibly forget your name? In fact you probably don’t remember MY name.” Amanda said as she shot me her typical daring look.

  “Prove it.”

  “How am I suppose to prove it?” She looked affronted.

  Then Tina spoke up, “you guys could both blurt out each other’s names on a count of three.”

  “You see that could work, but I’m not sure if I trust this one.” I said as I nudged Amanda playfully. “How about this,” I grabbed my pen out of my jacket pocket and reached for a couple of napkins. “I’ll write down your name, then you write down mine and we’ll exchange napkins and open them together.”

  “Deal. And what do I get when you’re wrong.” Amanda said with the utmost confidence.

  I thought about it for a moment. “I’ll pay for both of your tabs for the entire night.”

  “Great!” Amanda blurted out with laughter.

  “On the condition that if I’m right you come home with me.” I said as my smirk spread across half my face. This game was too much fun. How could I not push it to the next level?

  Amanda instantly scoffed and fell silent for a moment. “Do you really think that I’m the type of girl who would fuck you over a lost bet?”

  “No, I think you’re the type of girl who does whatever she wants. And I’m betting you want me.” Both of their mouths fell to the floor as they stared at each other in shock. Then Tina looked up at me with the biggest smile.

  “She’s exactly that type of girl.” She said before busting out laughing.

  “Tina!” Amanda barked as she slapped her friends arm across the table.

  “Do we have a deal?”

  “There’s no way you could possibly remember my name from two years ago. A man like you probably goes through women like a box of facial tissue. Deal!”

  “Fantastic!” I laughed as I grabbed the napkin and wrote—AMANDA— dead center on it. I was sure to block their view with my other hand. As soon as I was done I handed the pen over to Amanda with a huge smirk. She quickly wrote on her napkin and folded it up. We exchanged notes, each of us unable to hide our huge smiles. This whole situation seemed ludicrous.

  “Okay, open them!” Tina laughed.

  In the center of my napkin was—ASSHOLE—written in big bold letters. Then at the bottom was—a.k.a Ethan. My actual name was written in tiny small letters; almost as if it were an afterthought. I looked up at her with pursed lips and a shake of my head. Her face instantly lit up when she read her name. She quickly showed Tina who looked as shocked as Amanda did.

  “Wow! You guys must have really left an impression on each other.” Tina laughed.

  “So even though my name isn’t ‘Asshole Ethan,’ I’ll count it as a tie.”

  “How generous of you!” Amanda laughed, “so what does a tie mean? Since you seem to be the judge and jury.”

  I shrugged, “I suppose we just do whatever we want.”

  “Damn, I was really hoping to get free drinks all night.” Amanda said with a mock disappointed look.

  “Its nice to meet you Tina, I’m Ethan.” I said, reaching out to shake Tina’s hand now that I could introduce myself properly.

  “Nice to meet the legendary Ethan, the ‘breaker of noses’.” Tina laughed.

  “Hey now, it was only a cut.” I corrected her with a grin.

  “Introductions aren’t necessary.” Amanda waved her hand.

  “And why not?” I turned my attention back to her.

  “Because you were just leaving,” she told me somewhat coldly.

  “You mean we were just leaving,” I winked.

  Amanda turned to look at her friend and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tina subtly give a gentle head nod. I knew that sign well—approval to leave.

  I was in.

  I followed Ethan out onto the sidewalk, which was about as crowded as the bar inside. I turned to look over my shoulder at Tina, who had already taken to grouping up with three other women sitting at the diner-style booth tucked away in the corner. I chuckled and looked forward, only to see Ethan watching me.

  “Don’t be such a creep or I’ll change my mind about going with you,” I warned.

  “Aw, come on. Wouldn’t you be the least bit curious about what it would be like with a creep? This can be your chance.”

  I rolled my eyes, “You sure know how to talk yourself up.”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe,” he said confidently, just as a luxurious town car pulled around the corner.

  I turned to look at him with a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ face. He smirked and motioned toward the parked car. I looked around and felt my face heat up as a few people watched us step inside the car. Most people either walked or split cabs to and from the bar.

  “So it’s not always a limo,” I mumbled once the town car pulled away from the curb and started driving toward his condo.

  “That’s only for special occasions, like impromptu hospital visits to save noses from being
permanently deformed,” he informed me with his usual smirk.

  I looked at him, not amused, before opening the window to get some fresh air in the car. More than that, I was looking for a distraction from him. Then it occurred to me that I was going to his place to have sex. So why was I so eager to ignore him now? My heart gave a little jump when he spoke up and shocked me out of my daydreaming.

  “You know, if you don’t want to be around me then maybe going back to my place isn’t the best idea.”

  “Who said I didn’t want to be around you?”

  I closed the window and glanced quickly toward the front to make sure the driver was minding his own business. I smiled deviously and scooted over until I was sitting up next to him. I placed a hand on his knee and traced circles around it, leaning my head back to bare my neck to him. I didn’t say or do anything else. I knew men well enough to know this would get his blood pumping. When I heard him gulp, I knew I had succeeded.

  Just as I was plotting my next move, the town car slowed to a stop in front of an upscale high-rise building. I should have expected him to live in a place like this, but it still made an impression on me. Whether that impression was good or bad, I couldn’t tell. The driver came around to open my door and I stepped out onto the sidewalk, politely nodding toward the doorman who was waiting for us to enter.

  “A doorman and everything,” I muttered under my breath.

  I did a quick scan of the surroundings. It was obvious this was a place where people with a ridiculous amount of money lived. What the hell did he do for a living? The two of us walked inside in silence before stepping onto the elevator. Once the doors shut, Ethan turned and pressed me against the wall. I breathed in his scent for just a moment. My knees felt weak and I clutched at his elbows for support. Never in a million years would I have guessed my night would end like this. First I was bitching about my ex cheating on me, now I was pressed against the elevator wall by the man who busted my nose open on my first day in New York.

  I felt his lips on mine and his body pressed into me. I was taken by surprise, but quickly found myself melting into him. He ran a hand up my side and just when I thought he was going to go for my chest, the elevator dinged open and he stepped away from me in a flash. I was left standing there panting and hot.

  The elevator doors slid open and he walked ahead of me, keys already in hand. We walked down a clean and quiet hallway until we reached his door. He unlocked it and pushed it open before stepping back and motioning for me to enter first. I stepped inside to see a pristine condo. It was a big, open space, with the ceilings vaulted and high up. The kitchen and living room weren’t separated by any walls. The entire place had windows looking out into the city, save for the wall with a single door. I imagined that was where his bedroom was.

  “wow,” I whispered. I couldn’t imagine how much a place like that would cost in New York City

  Ethan laughed and motioned to the room around him, “Location and status, my darling.”

  I scowled and turned to look around the place because I didn’t want to look at his smug expression. I was aware that he lived in a well-to-do neighborhood of New York and that he owned this place instead of renting it. I was also sure the furniture inside it was more expensive than I could ever imagine. I probably couldn’t afford the mortgage even if I split it with Tina. I knew all that without him having to say a word. Still, he couldn’t help himself.

  “You’d be surprised what this place costs,” he went on proudly.

  I turned to face him and charged forward, pressing my lips against his. If he kept talking, chances were I would no longer want to go through with this. And despite his arrogance and obvious playboy attitude, I found him irresistibly attractive. I always did, even after he cut my nose open on the plane. The fact that I found him so attractive made me hate him even more. I kissed him harshly and pressed my breasts into his chest.

  “Well then,” he mumbled against my lips, as he ran his hands down my back until they were cupping my bottom.

  He pulled up my shirt. As soon as it had dropped to the floor he was unclasping my bra. I pulled the straps down and he immediately lowered his head to lick a circle around each of my peaked nipples. I shuddered and ran a hand through his silky-smooth hair before he came back up to kiss me. He pressed his lips against mine forcefully as he walked me back until I was wedged between his body and the wall. He ran his tongue over my lower lip. I pressed forward, deepening the kiss with him. I drew in a deep breath through my nose as my tongue danced with his. He tasted like a sweet and sour cocktail, a bit tangy. I loved it.

  Something about him made my entire body tingle with excitement. The way his scent enveloped over me sent nervous jitters buzzing inside my stomach. I had never hooked up with a guy for the sole reason of having sex. I was always the ‘relationship girl’, even though relationships never worked out for me.

  He took a breath and then continued kissing me, his hand running up my side and moving in to massage my naked breasts. He ran his thumb over my nipple and traced circles. He rolled it between his fingers as he licked and nibbled over my collarbone. I reached to his side and opened the closed door next to us. He quickly tugged me inside and I quickly found myself inside his bedroom. He turned around and rested his back against the wall by his bed, pulling me flush against him. He latched his lips onto my neck and sucked, as he unbuckled and unzipped my jeans with skilled speed. He had clearly done this plenty of times before, but I didn’t care. I felt his hard bulge press into the inside of my thigh when he slipped his hands under my panties to cup my ass and push my hips forward.

  I moaned, feeling warm wetness between my thighs. I shifted and pressed my legs together, biting my lower lip as another moan tried to escape. He grazed his fingers over the center of my ass before turning me around in a flash. He gripped my hips and grinded his hardness against my ass, nibbling at my ear as he did. I sucked in a deep breath as he rubbed himself against me.

  “From the moment I saw you I wanted to fuck you.” His whispered words that fell hot and heavy against the back of my neck, making my whole body trembled.

  I reached behind me and fumbled with his belt. He didn’t bother tearing his hands away from me to help, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted the satisfaction of freeing him from the confines of his pants myself. Finally, I unbuckled the belt and was much quicker to undo his pants. I slipped my hands under the waistband of his boxers and gripped him tight. He groaned against the back of my ear as he reached around and squeezed my breasts. I stroked him slowly up and down, poking my ass out and rubbing myself against him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as I gripped his head and jerked.

  He grabbed my shoulders and roughly spun me around to face him, pulling me in for a harsh kiss. He pushed his hips forward and I felt his manhood grind against my hip. It made me shudder and quake. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me. I slipped my hand under my panties to pleasure myself, letting out a long moan as I made eye contact with him and dipped a finger inside of me.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned again.

  Without warning, he threw me onto the bed. I saw his eyes stare at my full breasts as they bounced until the movement of the bed settled. I loved the way he looked at my body as he bent forward to peal my jeans and panties down my legs. As soon as he tossed them to the floor he nibbled and licked up my inner thigh and stopped just short of my hot center, making me whine with frustration as I clawed at the top of his head. He climbed on the bed over me and tricked me into thinking he was going in for a kiss when instead, he was stretching to reach his nightstand. He pulled out a condom and dropped it on the bed beside me before standing up to take off his own pants.

  I bit my lower lip in anticipation as he slowly pulled his shirt up. My eyes locked onto his thick erection, pointing right at me. I wanted to feel it press into me, fill me up and stretch me. I never remembered feeling so turned on and alive. My eyes traced across the rest of his body as his shirt pulled away from his stomach. He
had a perfect flat stomach with chiseled abs and a lean, muscular build. My mouth practically watered as I thought about tasting him again and feeling his weight over my body.

  Finally, he drew his shirt over his head and revealed a scar on his chest. I gulped. He was immaculate and sexy standing in front of me, fully nude, but for some reason, my eyes were fixed on his scar. I looked up to his hazel eyes and wondered if he knew what I was looking at.

  “What happened there?”

  “Shh,” he muttered, “I’ll tell you later.”