by Julie Adams
I lean in so she can hear me above the rest of the audience talking. She turns and my lips brush her ear. She leans back and laughs embarrassed, “Sorry,” she says taking a step away from me.
“It’s alright, I was just going to ask if you want something to drink?”
“Sure, I’ll get it.” She says quickly.
“No let me, it’s only gentlemanly.”
“Absolutely not. You paid for lunch.” Her eyebrow quirks as if challenging me to dispute.
Damn, has anyone made challenging me look so sexy? Have I ever really been challenged by a woman?
I can’t help but argue, she’s so small compared to me and there’s something amusing about getting her fired up. “You bought the tickets.”
She draws herself up, she only makes it up to my chin, and then just barely. “Tonight’s my treat. Trust me you’ll be so blown away by tonight that you’ll be buying me lattes for life.” She grins, so sure of herself.
“And if you’re wrong, what do I get?”
“A free date,” She says, then stops, realizing what she’s said. Her eyes go round and she starts to backtrack.
“Is this a date?” I ask smirking because I want her to say yes. I want her to realize my intention.
“No!” She says. I make a face showing my disappointment. She looks me over as if seeing me differently. Seeing this night differently. “Why? Do want it to be?” She asks serious.
“A night out with a woman who’s got to be the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. One who refuses to let me pay even though she knows I’m more than capable of doing so. Someone who can banter with me word for word and seems to enjoy music as much as I do. No, why would I want to be on a date with that?” I make a face as if I’m revulsed.
I watch her face as I say each word, watching her shiny pink lips go slack. Her brown eyes searching my face for any sign of insincerity. She’ll find none, no matter how much she flutters those long lashes trying to find it. I fucking want her, I don’t just want her in my bed, I want her across the table from me at breakfast, at dinner, I want her to keep challenging me until I’m exhausted.
“I’ll go get us something to drink.” She doesn’t even give me time to say anything, before she spins and heads to the bar.
I hold my breath. Damn it there can’t be this kind of spark and it only be one-sided. I don’t have time to think about it too much before Lily’s walking back.
“I made a guess as to what you would want,” She says handing me a beer bottle.
“Good guess,” I say bringing the bottle to my lips. She does the same with hers. And there goes my cock again, getting hard, picturing her caressing me with those lips the same way she does that bottle. She’s staring at me as she does it and it only makes things worse.
I can’t tell if she wants to forget the last ten minutes ever happened, or if she just wants me to say anything to fill the silence between us. She’s so damn good about shutting me out.
I open my mouth to speak when the lights dim plunging the crowd in darkness, the lights from the stage making everyone a shadow.
She turns from me and a woman with dark tan skin and pink dreads takes the stage, the band taking their places behind her. An electric guitar begins to play soft sweet melodic chords, that remind me of Santana.
The woman begins to sway in her long boho lace dress. When she begins to sing it’s like Sade. My mouth drops, she sounds amazing and the guitar player is highly skilled, no three chord power rock here.
A banner is dropped from the rafters as she hits a high note worthy of Joplin, it reads Siren’s Song. And I get chills up my arms.
They’re fantastic.
Lily looks over at me and mouths, “I told you.” With a shit-eating grin. It looks like I’ll be buying her a lot of lattes.
The drummer slowly comes in followed by the bass, then the song takes a turn, it’s a rock song with the lead singer a mix of Stevie Nicks and Sade. Then the rhythm falls into something smooth and easy. A unique blend I would have never guessed went together, a perfect blend for Blue Holiday.
Holy. Shit. Lily has just made the discovery of a lifetime. This is like hitting the jackpot in Vegas. The kind of jackpot where you never have to work again in your life.
Lily’s looking at me and smiling like crazy, biting her lip to try and hide it. “You’re amazing,” I mouth and she shrugs her face playfully smug.
Lily begins to sway and dance to the song. I’m having a hard time focusing on the band, I’m hearing them but seeing Lily. She runs her hands through her curls, pinning them back with her fingers as she shakes her head. Her movements are small but right on beat, her hips swaying and shimmying. I know without a doubt she’d be amazing on top of me, grinding me into the sheets. Bringing me under her mercy.
Fuck it. It’s now or never. All in or all out. I have to know.
I put my hands on her hips keeping a small distance between our bodies as we sway. Giving her the option to pull away.
She doesn’t.
I lean forward and whisper into her ear. “I've got your six, agent.”
Her shoulders lean into my chest and I can feel her laughter. She’s still dancing her hands slide over mine and I think this is it, she’s going to pull away from me. But she doesn’t. Her hands slide with mine further down her hips so that I’m framing her ass. Like magnets we’re suddenly pressed together and I’m not sure whether I stepped towards her or she towards me but it feels so fucking good.
I’m swaying with her, her ass is still brushing against me. I slip a hand in my pocket to adjust myself in my boxers, slipping my cock into the waistband to keep her from feeling it, but holy fuck it only increases the friction.
“You’re driving me crazy, Lily,” I whisper into her ear. “I meant everything I said earlier, I want you.” My hands wrap around her waist holding her to me. Letting her know I’m not even remotely joking. “If you don’t want me, you need to step away. Now.”
She turns and looks at me. Her eyes a mixture of lust and something that seems like trepidation. “I want you, but it’s not a good idea. The timing is all…fucked.” That four letter word on her tongue nearly undoes me.
“We’re both single, we’re both here together, and there’s something between us. What more does timing need?”
“I’m just not sure I’m ready…”
“I can wait…” It’ll be hard but I mean it. “My desire for you isn’t going anywhere,”
She stares at me like earlier, looking for any insincerity. “You mean it don’t you?”
“I do. Never thought I would say that to a woman, but I am. And I never say things I don’t mean, Lily.” My hands are still on her waist, the thin fabric of her blouse seeming more and more flimsy. “If I can pull away from you right now, while I’m hard as a rock and stay here with you dancing like that, I can do anything. Every time I’m near you it’s like lesson in self-restraint.”
Her hands grab my shoulders and her lips crash into mine. My cock breaks free of its binding. I’m pretty sure I popped the button on my jeans. Her tongue licks against my lips and I let her in, my tongue massaging hers. My hands skim over her stomach and thighs to grab her ass, full and soft beneath her skirt. I pull us deeper into the dark corner, a quick glance around tells me no one is paying attention to us.
In the dark, I pull away just enough to see her. “I need you,” I whisper.
“Not half as bad as I need you.” Her hands slip beneath the jacket and splay against my chest, she runs them down the hard contours beneath the fabric and smiles. I kiss her again, already missing her lips on mine.
Breaking away, I spin her around and pull her back against me. Her ass cradling my cock perfectly. I run my lips against her neck and nibble at her earlobe. She moans and presses further against me. I’m about to burst.
“Just watch the show and sway with me, okay?” She asks as if I have any choice in the matter. I’m all hers, I’d follow h
er into the ocean and drown as long as she was pressed up against me like this.
I quickly squeeze her breast through the fabric of her shirt before settling my hand back on her stomach. With my other hand, I skim the back of her silky thigh, letting my fingers trace the hem of her skirt. Her head falls back against me and she knows what I’m about to do.
My hand slips further up her thigh, I force myself to take my time. Enjoying every inch of her bare skin.
Her panties are soaked through, I can feel every bit of her through the wet, clinging fabric. My finger traces the outline of her lips. I can feel her clit hard and sensitive. She sucks in a sharp breath when I softly run my finger over it.
“You’re so fucking ready, you don’t know how bad I want to be inside you,”
“It’s dark, do it.” She whispers back to me and I’m so fucking tempted. I would have never dreamed she’d be willing to have sex right here. I wouldn’t have even thought she was this turned on.
I pull the fabric of her panties aside and plunge a finger inside her heat. She’s tight as hell, my finger gripped by her walls. I hiss out a breath as I imagine what she would feel like around my aching length.
I pull my finger out and thrust it back in, twisting it slightly, hitting her g-spot. She’s practically trembling against me.
“Can you handle more?” I ask in her ear.
“Yes. Please.” She begs and I can’t take anymore. I grab her hand and place it on my pants, over my throbbing cock as I slip another digit into her.
“Oh,” She sighs as I pump my fingers in and out of her wetness. Am I imagining it or can I faintly hear the sound of my thrusts beneath the music?
Her hand rubs down the length of me until she cradles my balls, she gives them a generous massage before sliding back up to the head and swirls her fingers around the tip. “You’re so fucking thick.” She says as I thrust my fingers harder into her, arching my wrist so that I can rub her clit with my thumb. She shudders.
“I’m… going… to come,” She whispers over her shoulder. I catch her lips in mine and kiss her hard. Rubbing and thrusting faster as her hand mimics my pace.
My tongue licks down her throat before I nibble her shoulder. I feel her go rigid and her walls clamp down on my fingers. My lips find hers again, swallowing her moans before she alerts the whole venue to our little act.
I put my hand over hers and try to pull her away but she holds fast and turns to face me. Her face is flushed and her chest is heaving beneath her blouse.
“My turn.” She whispers.
“It’s a lot more telling when I come,” I say.
She winks at me. “Let me worry about that,”
Her lips are on mine again, full and soft. Her hand stroking up and down my length as her breasts press into me. Her Fingers grip my head and she twists her wrist in a way that makes me lightheaded.
She tilts my cock up towards my waistband and with her other hand, moistened by a lick of her tongue, slips it into my pants and strokes me. The skin on skin feels amazing, and I’m breathing harder. “Fuck, Lily, don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop.” I growl pulling her closer to me and burying my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. She’s rubbing my head between her fingers before taking one long stroke down my dick and up again. “I’m going to come,” I tell her.
Quickly she drops to her knees and pulls my pants down a fraction, my cockhead bobbing out of the top, her hot wet mouth is enveloping me, tickling the underside until I burst into her mouth.
Those lush lips suckle until there’s nothing left and I’m dumbstruck over her.
“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.” I whisper into her ear once I regain my bearings. Her eyebrow does that little quirk thing and her grin is positively smug. She’s not playing this time.
“I plan on repaying you as soon as I get you home,”
“We can’t go to mine, I live with my brother.” She says.
“I had no intention of that,” I say wrapping my arm around her. “Let me take you to my place?”
She nods. “The sooner the better.”
“So eager,” I kiss her chastely on the neck and she nods.
“Do you like the band?” She asks.
“Yes. But right now all I can think about is you.”
“Just take me home and fuck me.” She demands and I grin. In-fucking-credible.
“As you wish.” I take her hands and practically run out of the show.
We fall into a cab and I’m on her again, kissing her as her fingers twist hard into my jacket to keep from moaning.
It’s longest cab ride I’ve ever taken.
Nine
Lily
My legs are still shaking when we pull up in front of a brick apartment building with ornate balconies standing guard in front of french doors.
Nathan’s fingers entwine with mine, breaking me out of my admiration for the stone facade. The marble foyer is even more breathtaking. Nathan smiles back at me as he presses the button for the elevator. I’m embarrassed by my outright gawking and promptly close my lips tightly to keep my mouth from hanging open. This is too much opulence for someone like me. I don't belong here.
Nathan inserts a key and presses a button on the elevator indicating the penthouse. The doors close and he turns to me. “Now let me make you moan where I can hear it.” He says sinking to his knees in front of me. He pulls my panties down my legs and slides my skirt up to my waist. Not an ounce of hesitation in his movements. Thank god, because I'm feeling all kinds of nervous.
“Wait, someone could get on.” I still his roaming hands.
“Going up? not likely. Besides that little key makes sure we go straight up, no stops.” He says.
“But cameras,” I’m silenced, his tongue licks up my inner thigh and my hands find his head on their own accord. He chuckles, then nips the flesh of my thigh with his teeth. I practically sink into his waiting mouth. His mouth covers my pussy and he licks me from entrance to clit, swirling my sensitive bud careful not to actually touch it. I whimper.
I want him so bad I ache.
“Moan for me, let go and I’ll make you come again.”
“Bu-” I protest thinking that someone could be watching us.
His tongue delves into me twisting then sliding back out and up to my clit, he sucks on it hard and I can’t hold it in. “Ohh, fuck!”
“Mmm,” He groans, satisfied into my flesh never letting up.
The doors ping open and he stands. A gorgeous image to have this powerful, enigmatic man kneeling in front of me, worried only about my pleasure.
Still, I haven’t come yet and I really, really need to.
“Come on, let me get you out of that outfit and into my bed.” He says picking up my panties and stuffing them into his pocket.
A high pitched yip makes me forget all about my interrupted gratification.
A little pug comes trotting into view looking ready to attack. “Hey boy,” Nathan says and the dog relaxes going over to him, he gives him a scratch behind the ears. “Frankie, meet Lily.”
“You have a dog?” I ask the obvious.
“Yep, my only child, he’s a bit spoiled and territorial, might take him a little while to warm up to you.” That’s a promising prospect indicating several visits. Visits as exciting as this one, I hope.
“Never would have guessed you own a dog… or any animal for that manner.” I say looking at the two of them standing there looking at me. Nathan has always seemed to be an independent bachelor with no time for responsibilities at home. “But it works.” And it does, they look at each other and it’s like they are communicating silently.
The dog looks at me and yips waggling over and sniffing my shoes. Then he hops up, planting his front paws on me and wags his stump of a tail.
“Well, would you look at that.” Nathan observes in disbelief. “He likes you.”
I bend down to pet him an
d the dog wiggles even more. I crouch beside him unable to resist his big brown eyes. “He didn’t like the other girls you brought home?” I ask with a smile at the dog. Good boy.
“I don’t bring other girls here.” He says matter of fact. “He’s only had one woman in his life, his dog walker and I think he likes her because he knows she's not in competition for my affection.”
I try to ignore what he’s implying. I'm the only woman he's brought here. “So how do you know he doesn't like women?”
“Walks in the park.”
“Ah, well then, Frankie I'm flattered.” I give him another scratch behind the ears.
“You know what they say? A way to a man’s heart is through his dog.” He gives me a cheeky grin.
I stand giving him a sly grin of my own. “I'm not trying to get to your heart, I'm just trying to get into your bed.”
He sucks in a breath but quickly bounces back. “You're making me feel all cheap.”
I laugh. His eyes glaze over and it's silent for a moment. He crosses the room in long strides and is on me again. Wrapping me up in his arms, winding my legs around his waist as he takes us into the bedroom.
“You're so fucking amazing.” He groans, his hands palming my ass. “I've never had a woman turn me on with just her laugh,” he plops me down on the king size bed and tears off his jacket. I watch anxiously as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, it's like he's going deliberately slow.
Is that a fucking smirk?
I push up to him and grasp the soft fabric, I look into his eyes. He's still grinning. Challenging me, seeing how far I'll go.
Pop, pop, pop.
Buttons scatter to the hardwood floor.
Nathan lets out a sound from deep in his throat. Animalistic and raw. He grips my ankles and thrust my legs apart climbing onto the bed and hovering over me. “My turn,” he runs his fingers down the lapel of my blouse then in one smooth movement rips the fabric exposing my bra. I wish it were something sexier, but I hadn't planned on this. So plain nude bra it is. Not that he seems to notice.