Instalove in New York

by Katy Winters

  “How are you?” I add, trying to be polite.

  She laughs breathlessly, pressing her free hand against my chest. “Didn’t know the night was going to start so soon,” she murmurs, looking dazed. “I thought we’d play Scrabble or something.”

  I nip at her throat again, and her nails dig into my skin. “I want to take my time with you…but I don’t know if I can,” I admit honestly. “I’ve wanted you for months. I’ve thought about you all fucking day. I don’t think I can wait.”

  Looking at the soft copper lipstick she’s wearing, I wonder what her lips would look like wrapped around my cock. “Well, we have two options,” I say, and my kisses wander down between her breasts. “I toss you over my shoulder and bring you to bed, or I fuck you over the countertop in my kitchen right now.”

  “I’m too heavy to toss,” she protests, laughing again. She arches her back and I growl softly, burying my face between her breasts.

  “Bullshit,” I mumble, and I take down her dress with my teeth, enough to bring one of her nipples into my mouth.

  “Oh, shit,” she whimpers, dragging her nails down my chest. “Countertop,” she demands. “Now.”

  I chuckle low in my throat, the sound making soft vibrations against her nipple. Letting go with a satisfying “pop,” I hold both of her delicate wrists in my large, strong hand, and she comes with me willingly, even as I spin her around, grabbing her by the ass and boosting her on the counter.

  “What—”

  I pull up her dress impatiently, wanting to rip it off, and almost lose it as I realize that she’s not wearing panties. I can’t stop myself from diving in, feeling the thickness of her thighs against my face as I waste no time suckling her clit into my mouth.

  She yelps, falling back onto her elbows, and I can feel her slippery fluids dripping down my chin. God, she’s so wet already! I lean into her, working a finger into her slit, listening to the soft, gasping whimpers escaping her lips as I tease her, looking for the spot that will make her scream.

  Bree is so hot inside. I moan, pressing my lips into her skin, licking and sucking her like a dying man needing water. Pumping my finger into her tight, hot flesh, I curl it lightly, searching, waiting, and am rewarded by her hips bucking hard. She shrieks, and throws her head back.

  Oh, yeah. I close my eyes, sliding another finger into her. It’s a tight fit and a tremor runs down my spine as I think how firmly she’s going to close around me when I fuck her. I’m already addicted; I’ve already stopped thinking of tomorrow. I’m listening to the little sounds she’s making, louder and louder, and I grin as I wonder if my neighbor is listening.

  He certainly is now as she screams for me, falling bonelessly to the countertop, and I keep my fingers inside of her as I stand up, grabbing her by the knee and turning her over. I hitch her knee up onto the wet marble and finger her roughly as she comes, encouraged by the gushing fluid coating my hand. I drop her knee and fumble with my zipper, thanking God I didn’t wear any boxers today.

  “Are you sure,” I murmur huskily. “Because once I do this, you’re mine.”

  “Please,” she sobs, twisting restlessly against my fingers, her slit clenching me relentlessly. She’s tense, waiting for me, and I groan, leaning up slightly and fisting my cock. I press into her opening, gasping at the light fluttering at the entrance, and sink into her with one stroke.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan as she clamps down around me, hard and fast. I grab her hips, pressing into her hard, harder, until I can’t move. She’s shuddering, grabbing at the marble, trying to find purchase to claw at something, anything, and I slowly slide out of her, taking a deep, shaky breath, before burying myself in her again.

  “Bree,” I whisper, leaning down and laying my forehead against her back. “Bree, honey, I’m not gonna last long like this…but I just need you to know that you are everything—and more—that I ever dreamed about.”

  I didn’t give her the chance to respond.

  Chapter Three

  Bree

  Oh, my God, he is so much better than I even thought he’d be. His muscles ripple against my skin as he pushes into me, and I can feel every inch of his firm body. As he leans over the counter, I see a small tattoo on the inside of his wrist that had been covered by his flannel shirts; a small Egyptian cross.

  I can barely think, barely breathe as I cling to the counter. I feel the pressure build up inside me. It’s almost too much— then one of his hands leaves my hips, drifts down under me, and I feel him squeeze and stroke my clit. He’s filling me completely, leaving me feeling empty every time he pulls his hips back. And I wonder, briefly, what it would be like to feel this way every night of my life.

  Blocking the thought from my head I concentrate instead on what he’s doing to me. His fingers are digging into my ass with one hand, driving me wild with the other. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but feel him above me, over me, pounding me over and over again. “Please,” I whimper, leaning forward onto the counter to give him better access. “Please...”

  “All right,” he murmurs, trying to control himself. He takes a long, trembling breath and I feel the tension between us ready to snap. He pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me bereft and panting, and I look over my shoulder, feeling frantic. Stephan grabs me by my hips and turns me over, and I shift unsteadily, trying to help him. “I want to see you when you come for me,” he growls.

  I can’t do anything as he pulls me to the edge of the counter, resting my weight on his delicious hips… and slams himself up into me as hard as he can.

  “Fuck!” I scream, arching my back and driving myself down onto him. I wrap my legs around him tightly, urging him closer, bracing myself on the slick counter.

  I don’t realize that I’ve closed my eyes until he groans, thrusting into me harder, and says between clenched teeth, “No. Look at me when you come.”

  Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I struggle to focus, warmth blooming deep in my belly as he slams into me over and over again, and I moan deeply, grabbing his arms and clinging to him.

  “Stephan!” The world explodes all at once, white-hot stars glittering through my vision as I stare at him, wide-eyed, feeling myself clenching down on him over and over again as my slick juices pour down my thighs.

  He hisses, bearing down, grunting with each movement until he presses into me as deep as he can while I clench around him. “Fuck, Bree!” he exclaims, and I can feel his seed filling me, his length thick and hot as he comes inside.

  Stephan leans over me, burying his face in my breasts as we try to remember how to breathe, and I lay limply against the countertop with him still throbbing inside.

  “Fuck, Stephan,” I say after a long time. “How long have you had THAT pent up?”

  He carefully picks me up and I lay my head on his shoulder, still unable to move. Carrying me toward the couch, we lay down with me on top of him, and both of us are quiet, marveling at the moment. “So you’re going to stay the night, right?” he says casually.

  I start laughing, and moan as it makes me clench down on him. “Don’t do that,” he whispers with a groan. “Well. Not unless you’re going to stay.”

  I take a deep breath, shaking softly. “Oh yeah,” I whisper, “I’m staying.”

  Stephan

  I have never wanted a woman the way that I crave Bree. We lay on the couch as she shudders for a long time, until she drifts into sleep for about an hour. What am I doing? I’m leaving tomorrow. How can I leave her?

  She stirs in my arms, looking up at me with dark eyes, and I stare down at her, memorizing her face. She’s beautiful…and something in me wants to make sure that she’s mine, that no one else can have her. I want to protect her, to make her dreams come true…and as she wakes up, I want to find out just that.

  “Why do you work at the cafe, Bree?” I ask softly. “You could be doing so much more. You’re so smart and beautiful that I can’t imagine why you’d be a waitress.”

  “I’m in school,”
she admits, relaxing in my arms. “I want to be a nurse. For children. I go to school in the mornings and waitress in the evenings. I want to be able to there after visiting hours, when a lot of the parents have to go home.”

  “You’re a saint, then,” I say firmly. “What about…prospects?” I say finally. “You know. I’m guessing you don’t have a boyfriend right now, but...”

  “No,” she says softly. “I don’t. I’ve been distracted by this lawyer who always sits in my section and flirts with me every time he gets a chance. Besides, I have school. I’m too busy for a boyfriend.”

  I’m quiet for a long time. She’s been pining away after me for as long as I’ve been thinking about her, and I didn’t even know it? I groan inwardly, knowing that there’s so much time that we could have had together. I could have helped her become a nurse, helped her reach her dreams without having to strain so hard with working and going to school. I know there’s no way she’d leave her school program now; once you’re in, you’re in. So she can’t come to Detroit with me.

  I’m starting to regret accepting this position in Detroit. I’m basically regretting every life decision I’ve ever made that doesn’t start and end with her. Not just the sex—but the talk.

  She’s amazing.

  I learn that she used to volunteer at the homeless shelter when she was in high school, because she saw a need with her senior project and met it—and continued to meet it. She told me about her ex-boyfriend, and I clutched her tighter, almost growling as she told me about the man who took her virginity and left her alone. I decided that she would be mine, somehow—the details would have to work out themselves. I watch her sleep in my arms for a long time, thinking about the future.

  There’s nothing I can do about it now. As the sun begins to rise, I sigh, and she stirs, opening her beautiful dark eyes to look up at me. She looks as sad as I feel. “Now?”

  “If I’m going to get there on time,” I say softly. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “I don’t want to go.” She stands up slowly, stretching, and I watch her large breasts bounce softly against her chest. I sigh as she wanders over to the kitchen, trying to figure out what I did with her dress. If I remember correctly, I’m going to have to give her a t-shirt and sweatpants. I’m pretty sure I tore it in a few places trying to get it off of her.

  I grin as she makes the same realization. “I’ll go get you some clothes,” I say quietly, and walk into my bedroom for the last time to grab her some clothes. I know that I’ve made my bed and I have to lie in it, but it’s hard to realize that she won’t be in that room with me, day after day. To know that I won’t see her again tonight.

  I kiss her as she leaves, trying to memorize the taste of her lips, and watch her as she leaves, carrying the tattered remains of her dress. I walk back toward my couch that still smells like our lovemaking. And I wonder if I’m ever going to see her again.

  Chapter Four

  Bree

  I haven’t seen Stephan in a few weeks now, and it aches like a loose tooth. I don’t know what it was about talking to him all night, and the way that he’d held me so gently afterwards, but he’d wrapped his arms around me and refused to let go. We talked about anything and everything: my dreams of becoming a nurse and how my childhood best friend had inspired me. The fact that he wanted to become a big enough lawyer that he could start doing pro bono work for people running away from domestic violence.

  It went further than just having sex. After the initial few moments our need for each other settled into something that resembled more than that. It was amazing, and learning about each other just proved to me that our silly flirting with each other had had some kind of basis in reality to it.

  I sigh, rubbing my eyes, and look at my phone. After that first night, though, I realized how ridiculous that sounded. He’d said it himself: it was a one-night stand. There was nothing to do with “reality”; of course we’d talked, it was just what people did, right?

  I’d assigned myself a shift in the kitchen at the cafe this week to give myself some time to realize that blocking his number had been the right way to go. It had taken me a little while after, we’d texted every day, to realize that he was probably just being friendly because he lived in a new city and didn’t know anyone there. We hadn’t talked about that night, just things that he’d seen in Detroit and what was going on at his favorite cafe. It amounted to nothing but talk about the weather, so it was pretty obvious that nothing was going to happen.

  I started scrubbing the dishes in front of me as Lory wandered, waiting for her next order to come up. “So are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” she said finally. “We haven’t gone out in weeks.”

  “Remember table five?” I say finally, putting my plates in the dishwasher. The steam was relaxing me, the repetitive motions giving me a sense of purpose and calm that I didn’t feel.

  “The hot lawyer guy? Yeah, he hasn’t come in in a while. What’s going on with that? The last time I heard...”

  I interrupt her. “I wanted to jump him. Like, for real. And...” I sigh again, wiping my forehead with the back of my arm. “And he asked me for the one-night stand I told you about. And we did. And it was the most amazing thing that I’ve ever felt. But then… we talked.”

  “We talked?” Lory asks. “What exactly does that mean?”

  “It means we literally sat there for half the night talking about hopes, and dreams, and favorite foods and childhood nicknames and… all of the things that you want people to ask you that nobody ever does. But he did…and then he left. He’s in Detroit.”

  She stays silent for a long time, leaning back on the counter. “That is incredibly stupid and inconsiderate, to say the least,” she says, finally. “Though I’m not entirely sure why you thought it was a great idea in the first place. You knew you had a crush on him. Did you know he was leaving when you said yes?”

  I groan, resisting the urge to break a saucer. “Yes. I’m an idiot. And I think I was starting to fall in love with him by the end of it.”

  After several saucers and a coffee cup, she breaks the silence.

  “Bree?”

  “Yeah?” I leaned into the next plate hard, scrubbing something that absolutely did not want to be scrubbed. I fought with the plate, putting all of my frustration and useless worry and anger into it. I realized that Lory was still talking, and looked up.

  “You’re going to go get him, right?”

  Stephan

  She’s driving me insane.

  It’s been weeks, and she’s not answering my calls. It’s New Years’ Eve and I can’t get ahold of her. More tourists are in New York City tonight than almost any other time, and I don’t know if she’s okay, if someone came into the cafe, if she’s hurt…

  She’s not answering texts, she’s not answering calls, and I’m stuck in Detroit. There’s so much that’s wrong about this idea that I can’t even begin to explain the anger that rushes through my veins at the thought of being away from her. I made a huge mistake when I left that morning. I’ve done nothing but think about Bree ever since.

  I wonder if she thinks of me the same way I think of her: every moment of every day. I’d decided that she was mine that night, and I wondered if she knew it. Wondered if she felt it the same way that I do. I’d spent all of my time in the last few weeks trying to wrack my brain, looking for a way to transfer back without making a huge deal out of it…but it looked like a deal was going to have to be made in order to bring me back to Bree.

  I walk out of my shoe-closet-of-an-office and down the blue-carpeted hallway. The carpet feels squishy as I walk, and it’s so unlike the high-class New York office that I was used to that I had been beginning to wonder if this was a demotion that they just hadn’t talked to me about. I knock on my boss Carl’s door.

  “Yes?” he calls softly. Carl is a very soft-spoken individual until you anger him. Then, I could hear him from my shoe-closet. I have a feeling that my shoe-closet is going to b
e echoing with both of our voices before very long.

  I walk into the office and stand in front of his desk. This is non-negotiable, and I know it. There are no other options: I am going home to Bree, whether Carl or Bree herself like it or not. Bree is mine.

  “I need to go back to New York.”

  “Okay, so you need a few days off, then? It’s a little short notice, but...”

  The sun shines off of Carl’s bald head as I stare into his eyes. “No, Carl. You’ve misunderstood. I need to move back to New York. I have family there, and they need me.”

  He squints his brown eyes at me. “You realize that you were given this position because the firm in New York was downsizing, correct? There aren’t any positions open in New York right now.”

  “You don’t understand, Carl. I can’t do this. I am needed in New York, and I’m going, whether the firm likes it or not.”

  Raising a brow, he lowers his voice. It was the opposite reaction that I expected. “Then you’re going to have to find another job, Stephan,” he says simply. “There’s just no position open for anyone at all. If there was, we would have let you stay there. You’re one of our best. We thought that you could perk up the Detroit office a little, and—”

  I shake my head, sighing. It looks like I’m going to have to do this the hard way. “Then I’m going to have to find a new firm,” I say regretfully. I really do enjoy working for this firm; they’ve been very good to me for as long as I’ve been with them. But there’s something more important to me now, and I can’t back away from that again. I reach out to shake his hand and offer a smile. “Thanks for everything, Carl.”

  He sighs with me, shaking my hand more gently than I would have thought. “We’re going to miss you, that’s for sure, Stephan.” He pauses, eyeing me curiously for a long moment. “I hope she’s worth it.”