Catch Him

by Doyle, S

  It was David.

  “Seriously? We need to fly to eat salmon?”

  He looked like an innocent boy. “It’s the best salmon.”

  “Fine.”

  “Besides, there is something else I really like to do on airplanes that I think you’ll love.”

  Twenty minutes later he explained he liked to get his dick sucked while she went topless so he could play with her nipples.

  “David! Uh, the pilot.”

  “Has to fly the plane. The cockpit door will remain closed the entire time, I promise. See what did there? I got to say cockpit. Now come love, off with your shirt. Let me see those tits of yours.”

  Ten minutes later she was topless, he was pinching her nipples, she was sucking on him hard and she could care less what the damn pilot did.

  David, she learned, was hard to say no to.

  * * *

  Saturday

  “You’re drunk,” she accused him as he snickered at her.

  “They keep giving me all this wine in these tiny glasses.”

  “Because we’re at a winery in Napa, asshole. But now we’re stuck here until you sober up because I can’t drive a stick. No more wine for you.”

  He pouted and he looked so cute she kissed him.

  Then he seemed to think about it and then his eyes lit up and it was like he was discovering relativity or something. “I forgot I’m rich. I can hire a car service to come get us and someone else to take my car back to the city.”

  Since she too was a little past tipsy, she slapped his arm in agreement. “That’s completely cool you can do that.”

  “I know. Rich is awesome. Does this mean we can have more wine? Because what I’m wondering is… when is the last time you had fun drunk sex?”

  Sinead mentally sorted through her sexual history. “I know I did I-regretted-it- the-next-day drunk sex in college. I don’t think I’ve ever done fun drunk sex.”

  He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.

  “You’re going to love it.”

  And of course, she did.

  * * *

  Sunday

  “My head hurts,” he proclaimed the next morning.

  “Because we drank all the wine in Napa,” she said, unable to think about getting up from the bed.

  “Let’s stay in bed all day and watch movies,” he suggested.

  “As long as I don’t have to move, I’m down with that.”

  “I’ll order Chinese?”

  She shook her body.

  “Pizza?”

  “Better,” she mumbled into the pillow.

  “Okay, this is how Sunday movie day works,” he explained, snuggling closer to her.

  She turned her face from the pillow so she could look at him. “There are rules to watching movies?”

  “To Hangover Sunday Movie Day. Of course.”

  Sinead smiled, which was amazing given how much her head hurt.

  “We have to pick a decade and then we each get to pick a movie and the other one has to watch it.”

  “Deal.”

  “Excellent. Let’s do the eighties. I pick… The Goonies.”

  Sinead wrinkled her nose.

  “No, sorry. You have to watch it. The whole thing.”

  Then an evil thought came to her. “Fine. I pick Pretty in Pink.”

  “Pretty in Pink. But that’s a girl movie,” he complained.

  “Sorry. I didn’t make the rules. I’m just following them.”

  He grumbled, he mumbled, but secretly she thought he really liked it.

  * * *

  Wednesday

  “How did your appointments go today?”

  It was late. Cherise was behind the counter and they were both sipping on coffee. This time she made him sit on the opposite side of the booth so there would be no funny business.

  Which was a shame because she liked the funny business, but she also just liked spending time with him. Listening to him talk about the mundane was the most fascinating thing she ever heard as long as he said it.

  He frowned. “Well, I suppose. I was back at the law office. Did I mention I hate lawyers?”

  “On many occasions. What do you do there all day?”

  He made a face, as if some bad smelling thing had been wafted under his nose.

  “I don’t want to talk about work. I want to talk about what we’re going to do on your day off tomorrow.”

  Sinead thought about it. An idea popped into her head and she just blurted it out loud.

  “I want to wear my fancy dress again.”

  He smiled slowly and she knew he understood. “My lovely likes to dress up like a princess sometimes, and I like that she likes it. Okay, love. Consider it a date, but when I get you home tomorrow night I’m going to live out the fantasy I had when you were standing on the rise in that department store.”

  Sinead swallowed a sip of coffee. “Yum.”

  * * *

  Thursday

  “Change in plans. Take off your panties.”

  Sinead shuddered at the command. She started to undo the zipper at her back when he stopped her.

  “No, no. Leave the dress and the shoes on. Just your panties. I’ve decided I don’t want to rip your beloved dress after all, which had been my original fantasy. Now I have a new one.”

  They had just gotten back from the most delicious meal she could ever imagine. Although since The French Laundry was considered by many to be one of the finest restaurants in the country, if not the world, that was not a surprise.

  Standing in his living room, she gave him a saucy smile. What would have made her skittish a few weeks ago now just set her body on fire. Whatever he wanted, she wanted to try because she was comforted in knowing wherever he took her she was safe with him. Safe and pleasured.

  Slowly, she ran her hands down her thighs, then just as slowly up under the skirt of the dress while he took a seat in the leather recliner in front of her.

  It was a tight fit and she had to wiggle. Maybe less than she was actually wiggling but he seemed to enjoy her show if the erection in his pants was any indication. As if sensing where her eyes were lingering, he put his hands over his crotch and stroked himself.

  She bit her bottom lip and watched as he casually undid his belt and unfastened the buttons on his pants, reaching inside his boxer briefs to pull his cock out. She loved watching him touch himself. Loved watching his hand move so confidently over what she considered to be hers now. Her cock, her toy, her instrument of pleasure.

  “Pay attention to your task, love.”

  Her panties were still around her thighs, as she’d given up her strip show in favor of watching his. She finished her task and delicately stepped out of them, careful not wobble in her spiky heels.

  She tossed them at his feet, her eyes still glued to his dick as he slowly pumped himself. Watching the pressure he applied, how he rubbed his precum around the head. It was as if she needed to study exactly what he did so she could do it perfectly when he allowed her to touch him.

  “Do you want this?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Say it.”

  She hesitated, then gave him what he wanted. “I want your cock.”

  He smiled wolfishly. “My shy little love, it’s hard for you I know. But I like to hear the words.”

  He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a condom. She might have asked him when he’d put it there, but it wouldn’t surprise her to know he’d carried the condom with him to the restaurant. In case the mood struck him somewhere along the highway to have her.

  He rolled it on and then made a gesture with his hand that had her moving closer to him.

  He shifted to the end of the chair.

  Understanding dawned. It was just like their first time. Just the thought of that moment, when he’d made her sit on him, brought a rush of pleasure so intense she nearly came from just that.

  Slowly she brought the skirt up and over her hips. Then she turned her back to hi
m, and bent over, tilting her hips up at the same time. She waited and then felt the sting of a slap on her ass.

  “You little brat. Thrusting your delectable little ass in my face. What choice do I have?”

  He slapped it again and after rubbed the sore spot, which was always her favorite part. She was about to wiggle back between his legs like he had her do that first time when he stopped her.

  “No, I want to see your face. I like to see your eyes when you come. Turn around, pull the skirt up all the way to your waist and show me that pussy.”

  She did and suddenly his fingers were there, one inside her, the other playing with her clit. She put her hands on his shoulders to brace herself while he toyed with her. His fingers were amazing, but she wanted her toy. Her instrument.

  “Now, tell me again what you want, my lovely.”

  “I want your cock,” she whimpered even as his thumb brushed over her clit again. She had to actually hold back the orgasm because she wanted to wait until he was inside her. It was always better when he was inside her.

  His fingers were gone and he was moving her so that her knees were on either side of him in the large chair. Then he was guiding his dick inside her while she leaned back, her hands now on his thighs, her nails digging in even as he thrust up inside her.

  “I don’t know what I like more, fucking you in your princess dress,” he said as he used his hands to guide her hips, “or watching your tits bounce when I’m pounding you.”

  She’d been too ready between the memories of their first time together and then the play with his fingers to hold out long. Sinead gasped and looked into his beautiful face because she knew that about him. He did like to see her pleasure. It was like he absorbed some of it himself through her eyes.

  “That’s it, fuck you’re so damn beautiful.”

  Then his fingers were digging into her ass as he held her tight to thrust hard and fast until he was coming.

  When it was over she fell forward against him, her head on his shoulder as he continued to hold her, their combined breaths the only sound in the quiet living room.

  She had no words, but the best part about that was she didn’t feel she needed to say anything.

  He was perfect. They were perfect together.

  She was not going to think of when it would come to an end.

  Except she just did.

  Chapter 9

  “You’ve been everywhere,” Sinead said, having fun running her fingers along his hard naked chest. “Tell me your most favorite place.”

  It was another day off for her and she was in his bed, like she was every night she wasn’t working.

  Her father didn’t comment on it when she had to go back to the apartment for clothes and stuff. She didn’t explain it either. If their paths crossed they said hey to each other, but that was about it. She didn’t want to share David with him. He would make some dick comment about him, because that’s just what he did, and she wanted nothing to mar her time with David. Not when her time with him was perfect.

  “Your pussy. Your pussy is my most favorite place. My most favorite thing to eat, my most favorite place to come. It’s really quite a wonder.”

  She rested her chin on his chest and frowned. “You’re ridiculous. Fine, then your second favorite place.”

  He hesitated for a moment, so long, she didn’t think he was going to answer.

  “My mother’s father was American,” he said haltingly. “After my father left she brought us back here for a time. He had a horse farm in northern Virginia. Not much of a house, a shack really, but there was a big barn with horses. He taught me how to ride and I thought it was… thrilling. Freeing. But he wouldn’t let her get away with the drinking. They fought. It would get ugly. Eventually they couldn’t live together. We went back home.”

  “I’m sorry. About your mom.”

  “I’m sorry about your mum,” he said gently.

  Yes. Everything about David was perfect.

  Except for the one part. The tiny little piece of bad in what had been a world of awesome.

  Which was why lying on him, her body replete after making love to him—and it had been lovemaking this time—she couldn’t help but ask the question even though she didn’t want to know the answer.

  “When are you leaving?”

  The arm he had wrapped around her waist squeezed her body against his. It was his only answer.

  She lifted herself up and out of his arms, and he groaned because he knew they needed to talk about it and clearly it was a conversation he didn’t want to have.

  “I have to know,” she told him. “I have to have some idea.”

  “Why?”

  Why? How ridiculous was that? Because she needed to brace herself for the pain. Pain she’d accepted when she decided to go for it with him. She gave herself permission to have this affair, and to date it had been the most exhilarating ride of her life. Beyond that, David was someone she couldn’t have even dreamt of he was so big. Her world up until this moment was so small really. He’d broadened her food horizons, her sex horizons, her whole damn life horizons.

  He revealed for her she liked escargot, pinot noir and hard core ass-slapping fucking. He’d been sweet and funny and saucy and arrogant. On any given day she didn’t know which David she was going to get. But she liked every iteration.

  He treated her as if she was a princess. As if she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The most interesting woman. The sexiest woman he’d ever known. When she knew she had been none of those things before him.

  She was no longer Bill O’Hara, you remember him the dirty cop’s, daughter. She was no longer Sinead O’Hara, isn’t it sad she lost her mother so young. She was no longer the person she’d been before.

  “Because I can’t get in too deep,” she whispered. “I have to protect myself.”

  It was too late. She was in way too deep. She was at the bottom of an abyss, going to need several weeks of recovery time with probably a few benders thrown in until she reached the top again. She knew that. She had given herself permission to experience that because all the beauty he’d shown her would have been worth it.

  But she needed to know when it was coming. Tomorrow? Next month? Then at least she would know.

  “You’re not in deep? Because I am.”

  That made her jump out of bed like he’d stung her with something. “What the fuck?”

  He pulled himself up on the bed. “I’m sorry. I know it’s crazy, but it’s the truth and I’m so damn tired of lying all the time. I’m falling in love with you, Sinead.”

  She shook her head, not able to accept what she was hearing. “You can’t do that. You’re leaving.”

  “I know, and it’s going to suck but… I can’t stop it. I can’t protect myself. I can only deal with the feelings I’m having. And I’m choosing to be truthful about them.”

  “Well, stop that,” she said, pointing at him. “The truth thing. Because it’s not fair.”

  Belatedly, she realized she was naked so she scrambled to find her clothes. They had been tossed all over the bedroom when he’d started stripping her. Her panties, her bra, her jeans and a T-shirt. When she was dressed she walked back into the bathroom. She had a clip with her stuff and she used it to pull her hair up into a knot.

  She looked at the bathroom counter then. Really looked at it. His deodorant next to hers. His toothbrush in a cup alongside hers. Her fancy lotions that she liked to splurge on. All of their stuff. Mixed together. Intimately.

  When she came back out of the bathroom she saw he’d gotten out of bed and put on a pair of jeans. He was hot in a suit, but he truly rocked the shirtless jeans thing.

  “You’re leaving?”

  She nodded. “I need space. I need to think. I can’t… I mean I need to process what you’ve just said.”

  “Alright.”

  She stared at him. “Alright? That’s it? You’re not mad because I’m standing in front of you freaking out right now?”
r />   He shook his head. “I’m not mad.”

  No, she thought. He wasn’t mad, but that other look was back. The one she really didn’t like. The one that made her want to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay.

  He was sad.

  She’d done that. She’d made him sad, and that was its own kind of pain. This whole time she’d been worried about herself and protecting herself from pain, she hadn’t once thought about how he was going to feel when he left.

  Which made her pretty selfish and sucky. Sure the jets, the restaurants, he got to keep all of that, but he didn’t get to keep her, and apparently she meant something to him.

  Sinead O’Hara was important to him, and he would be sad when she was no longer in his life. It was a powerful feeling knowing that.

  “I’m in deep too,” she whispered, and swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. “Let’s do this. I’ll go home tonight and chill, and then tomorrow I’ll come back and we’ll pretend I didn’t ask you what I did. We’ll go back to how things were and just take it day by day. Can we do that?”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” she let out in a rush of what felt like desperation.

  He walked to her and cupped her cheeks gently in his palms. “Okay, my lovely, then we’ll do that.”

  She smiled and nodded. “I have to work tomorrow night but can we…”

  “Do lunch? Absolutely. Why don’t you swing by here at 4:00 and get me?”

  “Okay. I’ll come for you then.” She leaned in to kiss him, but then he was kissing her and it was fierce and intense and it made her want to whimper.

  When he pulled back he looked straight into her eyes. “You know I don’t want to hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

  She nodded. She did. Because she didn’t want to hurt him, but apparently she was going to as well. An affair, a great one, but it was going to end in broken hearts for both of them.

  Just not tomorrow. And maybe not the next day. Because every day counted and she wasn’t going to waste another minute wondering when it was going to end.

  “See you tomorrow.”