by Sandi Lynn
“You didn’t respond to my text last night. I expect a response when I send you a message.”
“At lunch now. Can’t talk. TTYL!”
I smiled, and before I set my phone down, another message came through.
“I’m coming over tonight.”
“Hey, would you mind if I sat with you lovely ladies?” a handsome guy asked. “I’m Austin. I was sitting behind you two in the last two classes.”
“Hi, Austin.” I smiled. “I’m Emma and this is Hannah.”
Another potential friend. This day was turning out better than I thought it would. Austin was the same age as Hannah and me. He lived with his boyfriend, who was six years older than he was, in a studio apartment in SoHo. The two of them moved to New York from California over the summer when his boyfriend took a job on Wall Street. After finishing our lunch, we walked back to Parsons and headed to our last class of the day. When I walked out of the building, I noticed Darren standing in front of the Rolls Royce.
“Good day, Emma. I’m here to drive you home.”
“Hi, Darren. He’s not in there, is he?”
He chuckled. “No. You’re safe.”
I smiled as he opened the door and I slid into the back seat.
“How was your first day of school?”
“It was good. I met some new friends.”
He looked at me through his rearview mirror. “That’s great, Emma. I’m glad you had a good day.”
I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside, setting my bag on the floor. The last text message Max sent me was that he was coming over tonight, but he didn’t say if we were going to dinner or not. So I decided to ask him.
“What time are you coming over? Are we doing dinner?”
“I won’t be over until after nine and I already have dinner plans.”
FUCKER. He pissed me off again.
“Why are you coming over? I’ve had a long day and I’m tired.”
“I have to talk to you about the engagement party my parents are throwing us and I won’t stay long.”
Really? An engagement party? Shit. I pulled out some menus that I had found in the kitchen drawer and decided to place a delivery order from the Chinese restaurant around the block. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top and put my hair up in a high ponytail. A while later, my dinner had arrived and I took it over to the couch with a glass of wine and turned on the episode of Revenge I was on during my two-day Revenge marathon. It was eight forty-five when I heard a knock. I set my carton of sweet and sour chicken down and walked to the door, looking out the peephole to make sure it was Max. I opened the door and, instantly, his eyes traveled from my head down to my feet. I almost lost my breath when I saw him standing there in his dark gray business suit.
“How was school?” he asked as he walked in.
“It was good.”
“You’re eating Chinese, I see.”
I sighed and took a seat on the couch, picking up my carton and a piece of chicken with my chopsticks. He sat down next to me.
“My parents are throwing us an engagement party next weekend at their home.”
“And? You couldn’t have told me that over the phone?”
“I hadn’t seen you in a couple of days.” His fingers played with the ends of my ponytail. “I wanted to tell you in person.”
I turned my head towards him so my hair was out of his reach. “How was your dinner?”
“Boring. It was with a prospective client. Why don’t you tell me about your day?” He softly smiled.
“Well, let’s see. I went to class, met some new friends, had lunch, and now I’m home. That pretty much sums it up.”
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sensing an attitude.” His fingers deftly ran across my shoulder.
I shuddered.
“Nothing’s wrong and I don’t have an attitude.” I did have an attitude, but I didn’t want to. The fact that he walked into my life unexpectedly and decided to turn my world upside down irritated me. The more I was with him, and the more I stared into his amazing gray eyes, the harder I was falling.
“Tell me about your new friends.”
I got up from the couch and took my Chinese cartons into the kitchen. “Their names are Hannah and Austin and they’re really nice.”
“Austin?”
I swore I heard a hint of jealousy in his voice and there was no way I was telling him that he was gay.
“Yeah. He lives in a studio apartment over in SoHo and Hannah lives on campus.”
“I’m glad you met some people. So I suppose you’ll be going out with them some time?”
I narrowed my eyes at his question.
“Yeah. I’m sure I will be.”
He got up and walked to the door. “I better get going.”
I stood in front of him as he stared at me for a few moments before placing his thumb on my chin.
“You look really hot in that outfit.”
My toes curled and my heart picked up a rapid pace.
“Are you trying to have sex with me again?”
He kissed my forehead. “No. I just wanted to tell you that.” He smiled and walked out the door.
****
I knew what I was getting myself into by agreeing to this arrangement. I knew that when I saw him for the first time in Miami and my body started to tingle that I was interested in him, but I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. The more days that went by and I didn’t see or talk to Max, the more dejected I became. I barely knew him but yet we were engaged and he was paying for my school. It was a Saturday morning and I had just gotten out of bed when my phone beeped with a text message from Darren.
“Good morning, Emma. Max is sending me over to pick you up and bring you to his apartment. I should be there in about fifteen minutes.”
I sighed.
“I just woke up and I need to shower and get dressed. You can tell Mr. Hamilton that I’ll be over when I’m done getting ready and no sooner. So I’ll see you in about an hour.”
Who the hell did Max think he was? I thought I had heard my phone beep as I was showering, so when I finished, I took it from the nightstand in my room.
“Don’t eat breakfast. I have breakfast here for us.”
I rolled my eyes. What the hell was he doing?
I stepped out of the building and Darren was waiting at the curb.
“Good morning, Emma.” He smiled.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of being summoned so early in the morning by Mr. Hamilton?”
Darren snickered. “I’m not quite sure.”
He drove me to Max’s apartment and pulled around to the parking garage where an elevator sat at the far end.
“Take that elevator up to the top floor.”
“Thanks, Darren. Have a good day.”
“You too, Emma.”
Chapter 7
I grabbed my purse, climbed out of the Rolls Royce, and took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor. As the doors opened, I stepped into the foyer of Max’s apartment. I nearly had an orgasm when I saw him walking towards me in a pair of faded blue jeans and no shirt. I gulped at the sight of his ripped abs and the hint of his V that peeked out from where his jeans sat low on his hips. Actually, I think I did have an orgasm.
“Good morning, Emma. Welcome to my apartment.”
“Good morning, Max.”
I needed to keep my cool because it was taking every bit of strength I had not to tackle him to the ground and rape him. This wasn’t like me and I blamed it on not having sex for so long. I was only human, after all.
“Come sit down and join me for breakfast.”
I followed him to the kitchen where the smell of eggs and bacon infiltrated the place. His kitchen was huge with top-of-the-line appliances, dark cherry cabinets, and black speckled granite counter tops. I took a seat at the modern black elongated table and Max handed me a cup of coffee.
“Thanks. Are you going to tell me why you sent your driver to pick me up? And
, by the way, what happened to Martin?”
He chuckled. “Martin is the family’s driver and Darren is my personal driver. No one uses him but me. I use Martin when I’m in a pinch. Anyway, I wanted to have breakfast with you.”
“Why?” I asked. “I hadn’t heard from or seen you but once this week.”
“Exactly, and I felt it was time we saw each other.” He set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of me.
“So YOU felt it was time to see each other? What if I didn’t feel that way?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?” He smirked.
Damn him. “You’re lucky I didn’t have any plans today.”
“I guess I am.” He sat down across from me with a smile. “Have you told any of your friends back home about us?”
“No. Why would I? After our deal is over, we won’t be seeing each other anymore. Why try to explain that to them?”
“I guess. Don’t forget the engagement party is next Saturday night and my mom is already asking why I haven’t brought you by the house. I told her you had just started classes and you’ve been really busy but that we’ll come by tomorrow for dinner.”
“What? I have plans tomorrow.”
“Cancel them,” he commanded.
I didn’t really have plans yet, but I wanted him to think I did. I couldn’t help but to stare at his rock hard chest as I consumed my breakfast.
“You really need to put on a shirt.”
“Why? Are you getting excited looking at me?”
“You’re very bold, Max, and no, I’m not. I just don’t think that you should sit at the table with no shirt on.”
“Why don’t you take yours off and then maybe you wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable.” The corners of his mouth curved upwards.
My panties were getting wet by the second and I was horny as hell. All my dignity went out the window. I guess that’s what lack of sex does to you.
“Fine.” I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
He gasped and slowly shook his head. My heart was racing as he got up from his chair and walked over to me, holding out his hand.
I took it and he helped me up.
“Are you trying to get me to fuck you?” he slyly asked.
“I guess I am. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex and I’m horny as hell. We are engaged to be married, after all,” I nervously spoke.
“Indeed we are.”
He ran his fingers along my collarbone and down the center of my breasts. I took in a deep breath as he stared into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Emma, and I want to fuck you so badly. But I need to make sure that this is what you want.” His lips suddenly became dangerously close to mine. I knew once they touched, there was no turning back.
“It is what I want,” I whispered. “But wait.”
“What is it?” he asked with concern.
“Shit. I’m on the pill and you can’t use a condom. I’m allergic to the latex unless you have non-latex ones.”
“Seriously? You’re allergic to condoms?” His smile grew wide.
“Yes. I’m serious. It’s a disaster down there if latex touches it.”
“If you’re trying to ask me if I have an STD, you don’t have to worry about that. I always use a condom. ALWAYS. Except this time.” I could see the excitement dancing around in his eyes.
I glared at him. “You always use a condom?”
“Yes, Emma. I swear to you I’m clean.”
“Okay, then.”
He placed his hand around the nape of my neck and his lips touched mine, softly at first and testing the waters. His earthy and warm scent that radiated off him sent my pheromones into high gear. My lips parted by force of his tongue and I responded by introducing mine to his. My body was on fire and I was raring to go. He cupped his hands around my ass, squeezing tight as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him so he could carry me to wherever it was he wanted to fuck me. A subtle moan escaped him as he carried to me to the couch, turning around and sitting down so I was straddling him. His erection pressed against me and it felt so good. I softly moaned as his tongue traveled from my mouth and down to my neck.
“You have me so fucking hard, Emma.” His hands unclasped my bra and he took the straps down, throwing it across it room. He pushed me back so he could have a look at my bare breasts. Pulling my body closer, he took my hard nipple between his lips and moaned as he gently sucked on it. Excitement had moved through me and, oh my God, I was coming. I couldn’t stop it and I was embarrassed because that had never happened to me before. He stopped and looked at me.
“Did you just come?”
I nodded.
“Fuck, baby. That is so hot. We have to slow down for a minute,” he said with bated breath.
He lifted me off of him and took my hand, leading me to the other side of the apartment where his bedroom was. We stopped in front of his king-sized bed and he slowly unbuttoned my pants and slid them off my hips.
“Look at you. Your body is what every man dreams of.” His hands softly ran down my body and to the inside of my thighs. He gazed at me as his fingers moved to the crotch of my panties. His eyes slowly closed and he took in a sharp breath. “You are so wet. We better get these off of you.” I took them down before his finger dipped inside and worked its way around me, exploring and hitting the right spots.
I moaned as I unbuttoned his jeans and grasped the sides, taking them down and releasing his throbbing rock hard cock.
“No underwear?” I smiled.
“I forgot to put some on this morning.” Another finger plunged inside me and I gasped, losing air as excitement enveloped me.
My hand wrapped around his manhood, taking in his amazing pleasurable orgasmic length and thickness. A soft moan escaped his lips as his hot breath trailed along my neck.
“My mouth is greedy for your pussy, Emma, and I need to taste you.” Removing his fingers from me, he gently laid me down on the bed and hovered over me for a moment, brushing strands of my hair from my forehead. His mouth gently met mine before trailing down to my breasts and taking each hardened peak into his mouth before his tongue slowly slid down my torso, stopping at my belly button and tracing tiny circles around it. My stomach tightened and my pussy began to quiver. His head made its way between my legs as his tongue slid up my inner thigh, teasing me and taking hold of every sexual sensation ever felt.
“Do you want my mouth on your pussy, Emma?” he whispered between my legs with the feel of his hot breath inches from me.
“Yes, Max. Now. Please,” I begged as my fingers tangled in his hair. And there it was. His tongue slid up my wet opening as he groaned and flickered at my clit, causing an orgasmic sensation to build. He circled around my opening before spreading my legs farther apart as his mouth devoured me. I threw my head back in excitement as I arched my back and lifted my hips, begging for him to go deeper.
“Ah, baby. I can’t wait to thrust my dick inside you,” he spoke as the sensation built and my body tensed, releasing myself to him.
He lifted his head and ran his tongue across his lips as his mouth smashed into mine, and before I knew it, he pushed himself inside of me, immersing me with his cock. We both gasped.
“You’re so tight. Shit, Emma. Your pussy is so fucking hot inside.”
He pounded into me as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. His hands reached down and grasped my ass, slightly lifting me up so he could penetrate me deeper. Our moans grew louder with each thrust as his balls smacked against my bare skin. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my skin was overheated. My God, this had to be the best sex I’d ever had. My body was building and my release was close.
“Are you about to come, Emma?” he asked with bated breath.
“Yes,” I exclaimed.
I could feel his body tense as he threw his head back, thrusting into me deep and hard, throwing me into the throes of yet another amazing orgasm. His last thrust halted as he stared into my eyes
and spilled himself deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me and lay there as our heart rates slowed and our breathing returned to normal. He sat up and kissed my lips before rolling off of me.
“That was amazing.” He smiled.
“It sure was. Thank you.” I got up from the bed. I needed to play it off as that was all I wanted. No cuddling, no talking, nothing. If I cuddled, I’d fall. If I fell, I’d break. I just needed sex. That was all.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m getting dressed.” I smiled.
“Why? Get back in bed.”
I turned around and looked at him, narrowing my eyes. “Max, we fucked. That’s it.” I put on my clothes and went back to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.
“Really, Emma?”
I turned around. “What?”
“You’re just going to up and leave like that?”
I silently laughed because wasn’t that what he did? “We both knew it was inevitable, Max. We were going to have sex sooner or later. But that’s all it is. In three months, we’ll never have to see each other again.”
Saying that hurt me in places I never knew could hurt. I needed to keep my head in the game because this was what it was. It was a deal. A three-month arrangement and then it would be over. It would be easy for him to walk away because he’d get his trust fund, the only thing he cared about. For me, it wouldn’t be so easy if I became emotionally involved.
“I guess you’re right. But still.”
“Isn’t that why you brought me here? I mean, come on. You were practically naked when I got here. Admit it; you brought me here hoping we’d have sex.”
He looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “Sorry, Emma, but that’s not why I brought you here. The reason I brought you here is because I thought we could spend the day together at Central Park. Since you’ve been in New York, you haven’t been there yet. At least, I don’t think you have.”
“No. I haven’t.”
He stepped closer to me and smiled as he placed his thumb on my chin. “Would you like to go to Central Park with me?”
“Sure.” I gave a small smile.
Chapter 8