It's A Shame

by Hansen, C. E.

  When she stopped, I looked up from the floor and happily noticed she was sitting us at our ‘regular’ table, which was somewhat secluded, away from other diners, in the far corner of the restaurant next to the window with a lovely view of Central Park.

  “I’ll have your waiter bring a bottle of still water. In the meantime may I offer you a cocktail?” Hillary smiled brightly, her brilliant white teeth a stunning contrast to her olive skin.

  Hillary a willowy, petite, exotic beauty, with a short dark asymmetrical bob longer in the front, shorter in the back, was quite attractive. Her small heart-shaped face a perfect canvas for her warm dark brown sloe-eyes and full lips. She was gracious, with a very warm, outgoing personality, who remained always the consummate professional.

  Cole looked to me.

  “Do you have the Raspberry Lychee Bellini today, Hillary?” I asked

  “Of course, for you…always. May I get you one?” she asked politely.

  “Definitely…I love that…it tastes like heaven!” I exclaimed.

  “Very good,” she said smiling and then turned to Cole. “And for you, Mr. Grayson?” she asked.

  “Blanton’s neat.”

  “Very well.”

  As she walked away, I felt the sexual tension I’d been holding onto begin to subside, just not fast enough for comforts sake.

  A few minutes later our waiter brought us our drinks and poured us each a glass of the bottled water, setting the bottle down on the silver coaster. I lifted the champagne flute to my mouth savoring the taste of the tropical fruit, and tart berries mixed with the chilled bubbles of the Italian Prosecco. Delicious.

  Cole lifted the bourbon to his lips, sipped briefly and set his glass down. I opened my menu, turning my attention to the food choices.

  “What are you in the mood for?” I asked as I perused the menu.

  When he didn’t answer, I looked up to find him glowering at me, an intense burning in his eyes, provocative smile playing on his lips.

  He leaned in close and whispered, “You really need to ask me that?”

  When he saw me shift in my seat uncomfortably, his lips slowly curled at the corners and I nearly fell off my chair, my pulse flickering out of control.

  “Ace…” I trailed, trying hard to regain my composure.

  He leaned in and pulled the menu down, exposing my face.

  “Grace,” he admonished, “you need to stop this. It’s driving me crazy.”

  His voice was so sultry I could have slid off the seat as he reached out and ran his thumb along my bottom lip, gently tugging it from the clenches of my teeth.

  I licked the path left by his finger, his heated touch sending shivers through my body.

  “It’s a nervous reaction.” I stammered

  “Hmmm.”

  I jerked in surprise when I felt Cole’s hand on my knee.

  “This is my reaction,” his gaze penetrating, “and I’m not nervous.”

  He started caressing me. The heat in his long elegant fingers, as they skimmed the tops of my silk covered legs, was searing me, imprinting me. The fiery tips danced across the sensitive skin above my stockings, and continued further down between my legs gently prying them apart. Goose bumps exploded over my entire body and I shook involuntarily.

  His fingers trailed a heated path between my thighs until they were met with a silk barrier. Making short work of moving it aside, he softly stroked my clit with the pad of his thumb. Then he rolled over the hypersensitive area in a circular motion. I audibly moaned when he inserted his fingers inside me, gliding them in and out of my tender flesh. I grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and instinctively closed my legs; I was met with a low growl.

  “You started this,” he warned, his voice husky and thickly coated with lust. His fingers continued their decadent torture, showing me no mercy. A thousand pins and needles rolled under the surface of my skin, prickling in succession as they shot through every nerve ending, leaving me heady, my breathing erratic.

  “Ace, don’t…not here,” I moaned my pulse quickening, my desire mounting rapidly.

  I’ve never been more thankful for a few yards of material than I was for the long flowing table cloth that draped to the floor providing cover as I rocked my hips to meet his thrusting fingers…longing seeping into each and every pore.

  “Cole…please…if you don’t stop I’m going to come right here.” I begged softly my voice scarcely audible. Though we both knew I wasn’t able to stop my wanton behavior, nor did I want him to stop at all. My core was on fire.

  “That’s the idea,” he whispered, his voice strained with sexual tension.

  I picked up my menu, to hide my face, but he reached over and pushed it back down.

  “I want to see your face when you come.” The words glided out on a breath and I lost all control.

  I lowered the menu to the table and ventured a glance in his direction, discovering his gaze fixed on me. Our eyes locked, his piercing green bore into mine, his facial expression left no question as to the level of his tenacity.

  Being discovered was not a concern for him, as the heat of his fingers burned a trail into the folds of my cleft, searing me. I felt the flush crawl up my neck to my face. I was undone. His fingers moved skillfully inside me, as the combustible fire within me rapidly spread to each nerve ending.

  I had as much control of my body, as I had of his fingers. Surrendering, I lay my head against the tall curved back of the chair and closed my eyes, savoring the orgasm rolling over and through me. I continued grinding against his fingers until I was weak, until the last quiver racked my body, all the while praying silently we wouldn’t be thrown out of the restaurant.

  Some moments later, after the powerful contractions ebbed, I slowly raised my eyelids to find him staring at me with a devilishly triumphant smile.

  “Better?” he inquired.

  “Oh. My. God.” I enunciated each word with a pant.

  It took me a minute or two to gain my equilibrium back. I inhaled deeply and sat up in my chair, rubbing the tops of my thighs together, getting each and every last quiver out.

  “Your turn,” I breathed as I reached my hand across his lap.

  Dipping under his linen napkin I ran my fingers over him, my hand trembling with excitement, feeling the length of his rock hard erection. An intense craving burned inside me. I yearned to touch him, to feel his hot silken skin with the tips of my fingers. My hand encircled his thick shaft, feeling the outline of his cock through the soft material of his pants, and I instinctively began rubbing him. His face contorted in pleasure for a moment, and then his eyes flew open startling me.

  “Don’t…” his voice broke, his breathing heavy. He lay his hand over mine successfully stopping me. “I won’t look quite as sexy as you, nor remain as restrained.” He released my hand and reached for his water. He held the glass to his mouth and drank deeply from it. “Later.”

  I could tell by the look on his face he was holding back. He eyes glazed over and I slowly pulled my hand back.

  He raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

  “Don’t worry you’ll more than make it up to me.”

  With my eyes lowered, I smiled impishly raising the menu to my face concealing my heated flush as excitement raced through me. I loved the feeling of anticipation I got whenever I thought of Cole touching me. He was a drug I knew I could never quit; it both frightened and exhilarated me. I put the menu down.

  “That…was hot as hell by the way, but very one-sided. I’m feeling a bit selfish.”

  Cole leaned over and whispered, “Don’t. I am very much looking forward to filling every inch of your gorgeous cunt and fucking you all night.” His breath fanned hot across my cheek.

  “What happened outside that got you so upset?” I asked. Trying to gain some semblance of normalcy after that whirlwind orgasm.

  “When?”

  “Earlier. Don’t be coy. When you growled at that man, while we were waiting for our table.”


  I think I heard him growl again.

  “Cole, what did he do?” I asked, unwilling to drop it.

  “He looked at you.”

  “Oh, really. And that got you that riled?”

  “Grace, he stood there looking at your ass.” I could see his face redden. “He had the fucking audacity to stand there staring at your ass, nearly fucking drooling, while you were with me.”

  I was so angry with myself for bringing it up again.

  “I was about to show him how nice they keep the flooring here.” His eyes steely.

  “Oh.”

  I could see that he was serious.

  Perfect timing, our waiter arrived to take our order.

  I had the Egg Caviar and the Duck Breast. Cole enjoyed the Sea Trout and Oyster Tartar. Letting me share a bit of his Roasted Saddle of Lamb. We finished off our meal with Pain Perdu for two with a bottle of Chateau d’Yquem. Everything was amazingly delicious per usual, the food and the service impeccable.

  We walked out into the warm spring night and climbed into the back of the Landaulet. The ride home was tense, the air highly charged with sexual tension. He was strung tight and I was more than ready for what was to be a highly energetic romp, sure to sap every bit of strength from me leaving me blissfully contented.

  We walked quickly through the door held open by Joe, and after passing the security desk, we stepped inside the elevator. As the doors closed Cole grabbed me pushing me into the corner. He shielded my body with his own as he lifted me up off the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips and felt his hand slide under my ass, as he unzipped his pants, releasing himself. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face between his jawbone and neck and ran my tongue up to his ear, slowly tracing the shell before dipping the tip inside.

  He let out a growl and without hesitation, rammed himself deep into me. I opened my eyes in surprise, thankful for the earlier stimulation, my wetness making his sudden push easy. I arched my back, the ferocity of his need spurring on my own desire. He held me up with his other hand using the corner of the elevator as leverage.

  I let out a moan and bit the soft flesh of his earlobe as he thrust himself inside over and over, filling me to capacity. He began pounding his hips in quick succession in an almost animalistic frenzy, my climax building quickly. I threw my head back against the wood paneled walls and moaned his name as it rolled from side to side.

  “Oh. My. God. Cole.” Hissed through my lips in synced staccato blended in tempo with each pound of his pelvis. The guttural sound of my pleasure spurred him on. He pushed himself deeper inside me, spurting hot cum, until I was spilling over. My swollen sex clenching around his cock as my orgasm rippled through me. I clung to him and shuddered.

  When I opened my eyes and saw the euphoric look on his face, I smiled. It got me hot knowing I put that look there. He continued to slide his cock in and out until my sex milked each drop from him. His head tilted back, his eyes closed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

  I was beyond caring if we were seen, beyond caring that I was a sweaty, tangled mess. The power of the physical, and mental, copulation drove me. Our lovemaking was instinctual; our bodies moved as one, both seeking the stimulating high that sex provided. I was overwhelmed with both my love and my lust for this man.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you standing there tonight,” he breathed against my neck breaking the spell…for now.

  “Watching your face while I was getting you off was so fucking hot, it took every ounce of strength I had in me to make it through the meal.” He kissed my neck, nipping at me, sending shivers splintering through me. “I don’t even remember what I ate,” he said shaking his head, laughing. He rubbed his nose behind my ear tickling me and I let out a giggle. “Grace...” he hesitated, his tone full of warning. He took hold of himself and slowly pulled out of me.

  “Umm,” I answered, my energy sapped.

  “I’m not done yet…” he lowered me to the floor and grabbed my hand placing it around his cock. I gasped when I felt how hard he still was. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up.

  “Oh my!” Delightful surprise rang in my voice. “I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  I quickly bent down retrieving my purse from the floor, where it fell, and pulled my keys out. Cole pushed a button on the elevator’s panel and the door opened. We both walked out into the hall, looking both ways as we straightened our clothing.

  The next morning, I got out of the bed and pulled my robe on as I went into the kitchen to make coffee. It was Saturday and I was happy I opted not to go to the shop today, instead asking Karen to work for me.

  Unfortunately, Cole had a number of meetings lined up for the better part of the day and I most likely wouldn’t even hear from him until the evening. I made plans to have lunch with Michelle. It had been a couple of weeks since we’ve been out alone and I was really looking forward to some girl time.

  I stepped out into the hall and quietly closed the bedroom door behind me. Cole had another thirty minutes of sleep before he had to get up, and after his commanding performance as my personal stud into the wee hours of the morning; I was trying to let him rest. I knew he’d be exhausted today.

  I bent down to pick up the clothing that had been discarded on the floor in our haste to get each other naked, and smiled at the fluttering feeling in my stomach, as my memory of last night surfaced; the smoldering elevator sex, the vigorous bedroom sex, the savory kitchen sex.

  Each day and night I spent with Cole I fell deeper and deeper in love with him. The thought of his body, his smile, his lips…got me beyond excited. He was mesmerizing. When he was near me I was as good as useless. I was constantly marveling at his physical perfection, astonished someone so beautiful could also have a personality to match his looks, not to mention a heart of gold. I was the luckiest woman on the planet. Sometimes I questioned his attraction to me. It’s not that I didn’t think I was appealing, but I did come with an inordinate amount of baggage, which left me wondering why he chose the difficult path when he could have any woman he desired.

  It wasn’t money, that was obvious. He was far wealthier than I’d ever be. I remained puzzled but thankful to whatever lucky star had shone on me and aligned our courses together.

  I shoved the clothing into the hamper with the other items to be taken to the dry cleaners. Then walked back into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. After adding a fair amount of cream and sugar, I walked across the room taking a seat at the dining table. Glancing over I saw a small cream-colored piece of material on the floor. I got up and slowly walked over and bent down to pick it up, smiling when I saw what was left of the thong Cole had ripped from my body in his haste to get what it barely covered.

  Chapter 8

  I saw Cole off and walked to the bathroom, pulling my robe off I draped it over the vanity chair. I turned on the water in the tub and poured a few capfuls of my moisturizing bath oil under the flowing water, swirling it around with my hand.

  The temperature was perfect. I took the brush from the vanity drawer and tried pulling it through my matted hair, trying to get the tangles out. Sex was damaging to hair… I laughed inwardly to myself. My hair troubles forgotten as I lowered myself into the deep tub, feeling the hot water and oils coat my skin inch by inch.

  I was just finishing my relaxing bath and about to get out when I heard the doorbell. I jumped out of the tub and grabbed my phone looking at the time. Without a second thought, I threw my bathrobe over my dripping body, and wrapped a towel around my head as I ran to the door, expletives rapidly forming on the tip of my tongue.

  “I’m coming… I’m coming…I thought we were leaving…” I opened the door fully expecting to see Michelle standing there. We had plans for lunch today at 21 Club, albeit not for another hour. However, when I opened the door I found myself staring into the face of an exceptionally beautiful woman, who was most definitely not my best friend.

 
Immediately, an alarm went off in my head. I did not know this woman, but I knew I’d seen her before. I quickly scanned through my somewhat fuzzy brain trying to put a name to the face, when I realized I must have looked a total mess.

  “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else…” I offered an apology as I stood there staring at her like an idiot.

  Her penetrating gaze slowly took in my appearance from head to toe. I was a little taken back to see a slow triumphant smile curve her lips. She leaned her body slightly to the side as her eyes looked over my shoulder, trying to see inside the apartment. I stepped out into the hall and pulled the door closed behind me.

  “Can I help you?” I asked, a little put out by her aggressive manner.

  Her satisfied grin rubbed me the wrong way and for some unknown reason I wanted to smack her.

  “Yes, would you be able to tell me if Cole is in?” She asked. Her beauty momentarily marred by the arrogant self-assured look that flitted across her features. Her informal use of Cole’s name made me a bit wary.

  “Actually, he isn’t. May I ask who you are?” I peered up the hall to the elevator bank, “Moreover, how is it you were able to get up here?”

  She seemed to sense the uneasiness in my tone and pulled her shoulders back, straightening her posture. She lifted her eyes and looked directly at me.

  “Oh, of course.” She continued to stare at me, her eyes overly intense. “I’m Lauren Buckley,” she answered as she extended her hand. The sound of her voice was almost nauseatingly musical. “You’ll have to forgive your doorman, I told him I was a good friend of Cole’s and wanted to surprise him.”

  I extended my hand to her out of habit as the realization of who she just said she was hit me like a brick. I felt a tightening in my stomach and immediately withdrew my hand.

  “Well...” I took a deep breath, trying to regain my equilibrium.