by Coco Miller
“Way to cock block, Nick.”
“You’re trying to feel up my fucking fiancee, douchebag. Walk away.”
“Didn’t know, man. Sorry about that. Nice meeting you, Keisha.”
I want to punch Steve right in his left eye. Flirting with my date to the bitter end.
Keisha shakes her head, cutting into my tirade of thoughts, “I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re thinking. I always dance like this, and I’ve only had three cocktails. One with alcohol and the others without.”
Now her bright eyes are in front of me, and I want to fucking kiss her right now. She’s a mix of beautiful innocence and fragility, but she also has the underlying strength of an ox underneath all of that beauty too.
“Surprised?” she asks as I put my arm around her. I tilt my head to the side and then grab the cocktail that she’s holding, then I quickly give it to one of the waitresses that is passing by. “Did you think that I’m a some sort of naive kid that doesn’t know when a man’s trying to take advantage of her?”
I want to tell her the truth, but I hold back. She’s surprised me twice tonight. The first time when she hesitated about me buying her the dress and now this. Wait, and then there was earlier when she was handling herself against Roberta. Fuck, that makes it three times in one night. And that thought right there brings out the beast in me. The ragged beast who wants to claim and fuck this girl into oblivion.
“You regret asking me out don’t you? I’m not the kind of girl you think I am.”
I don’t answer her but continue to gently hold her waist. Her questions are crazy. Her doubts unfounded. I refuse to answer them with words but instead with action.
I wrap my arms around her waist, and she puts her hands slowly on my shoulders, and then we start to slow dance. The lights above glow off of her flawless skin. She really is quite beautiful. And I pull her a little closer as I place one hand on her hip. She then moves one of her hands off of my shoulders and along my chest. I like the feel of her hands on me, and my need for her grows.
I pull her just a bit closer, letting everyone at this party know she is mine. I came into this party with her, and by God, I will leave with this woman. Screw you, Steve. Screw you, to all the men in here staring at Keisha like she’s a fucking prize to be won. No, she’s my prize, and I’ll do whatever it takes to win her tonight.
We spin in slow circles as the song plays behind us as a nice backdrop to this awful party. This party that I just want to bail on so badly. I haven’t had any time to talk to Roberta about the deal, because I feel like I’ve needed to keep my eyes on Keisha all night. There are wolves in our midst, but at least I know that she can handle herself. Still I hate how they look at her. I know what every asshole in this room is thinking about when they stare at her. They’re thinking the same things I am. How breathtaking she is and how badly they want to stick their dicks inside of her.
“It’s not you, Keisha, it’s all the men in this party. When the first guy tried to put his hand on your butt, I thought you were a bit wasted, which was why it took you so long to react to it.”
Fuck. I sound like a teenage schoolboy who’s jealous about his date not giving him her full attention while they’re out for the night. But, it’s more than that. I may trust Keisha, but I do not for one second trust any of these other motherfuckers. Especially Steve. These are the type of men who would love to get Keisha drunk and alone. Tools that can’t get their own piece of pussy, so they have to cheat to get a little ass and then talk their dicks at work the following day. I hate these types of men, and I will not have them anywhere near Keisha.
“You think I wanted his hand on my ass? You think I liked that?”
“Of course not, I just...I didn’t like it.”
I stare into her eyes and she starts to sway her head. It’s as if everything about her is a surprise, and I’m good at reading people, especially women; but then again I was wrong about Roberta, and that cost me more than one friendship, which was why I started hanging out with her friends. None of mine wanted her around. Even their girlfriends can’t stand her. No one can which is why I should have listened to them. Where there’s smoke there’s fire.
Ah, how love blinds you, but with Keisha, my eyes are wide open.
“I’m used to guys like that. I can handle myself.”
“The way that you’re talking, you’ve probably got a black belt. Maybe if he’d pushed you too far, you would have given him a bad ass kicking. I would have enjoyed that.”
I’m laughing a little, but she shakes her head, and there’s something about the way she avoids looking at me that lets me know that something’s wrong. I can tell I said the wrong thing as she replies slowly, “Yeah, I could have fought him.”
I know it’s time to change the conversation, and I’m about to say something when I hear my name being called. The voice is getting closer. Keisha drops her hands and says, “What does she want now?”
I grab Keisha’s hand, leading her off the dance floor, and say, “Who cares. I don’t want to stay here to find out.”
We make a swift exit. I ignore the others calling me. I ignore everything, and my eyes are on Keisha, who wants to walk faster, but she’s struggling with her heels. I scoop her up in my arms, and I pick up my pace.
As we reach the elevators, she says, “A girl could get used to this treatment.” I laugh and say, “A girl could get it, if she keeps flirting the way she’s been doing this evening.” God, this girl makes my body grow rigid with her smile.
She smiles at me and wraps her arms around my neck. Roberta stops calling my name and by the sounds of it, stops following me as I press my lips against Keisha and we both forget that only a few minutes ago, she was following us.
I hear the elevator chime and I know one thing’s for sure. There is nothing fake about what I’m feeling in this moment, and as soon as we get out of here I’m not letting Keisha go. Not tonight.
Possibly not ever.
10
Keisha
As soon as the doors close, Nicholas lets out a long controlled breath. It’s the sigh of a man that’s on a mission. I tremble as I feel myself getting wet. As I feel myself getting more and more turned on, my nipples harden, but then he breaks away from our kiss and steps inside the elevator. I know once we’re inside, he’s not going to let me go and I don’t want him to. At least I hope he won’t.
Going home is always the last thing on my mind because of how I live, but I feel that way even more so now. As the doors close, I don’t even blink as he drops me down, my feet lightly touching the floor before he grabs my arm. He spins me back towards him, and his lips are on mine in a flash.
Here it is. A kiss that I’ve been dreaming about all night. It’s here, and I can’t think of anything else, but the prelude of what’s to come. His lips are like lava, heating me up from the inside out. His hands roam all over my body and end up back in my curls.
I grip onto him for dear life, hoping I don’t come crashing back down to reality. Will this kiss lead to sex? Should I tell him I’m a virgin? I don’t want to break this magic spell. What if he doesn’t want to have sex with me because of my inexperience.
I should be scared because of the way that he’s acting at the moment. He’s clearly an expert at seduction. A master of dominance. He sandwiches my body between his chest and the elevator wall behind me. His tongue explores my mouth with such hunger. He’s so damn strong as he starts to crush his body against mine. He’s teasing my mouth with his tongue, and his fingers start to prowl from my back to the nape of my neck.
He’s so determined in his ministrations that I feel weak in his arms. I can’t do anything but stand, be kissed, and surrender. I feel his hardness building against my stomach as he starts to grind himself against me. A longing starts to build between my legs. A longing I’ve only ever experienced alone.
As we hear the elevator bell ring, he pulls away from me. He opens his eyes as if he was in a trance and stares into mine as if he
just made a frightening revelation.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He shakes his head and signals for me to get out of the elevator.
My heart plummets.
“Why?” I whisper meekly as I leave. Trying to straighten myself out as I walk.
I don’t want anyone to know what we were up to in the elevator. Then again, why should they care? I don’t know anyone that would be in this hotel and it suits me fine. People can think whatever they like, because there’s only one thing on my mind, and that’s Nicholas taking me to his place.
“I need to take you home.”
I don’t want to go there. I want to stay here with him. God, I can’t believe I’m saying this as I chase after him but I ask again. This time more firmly.
“Why?!”
“Because I shouldn’t have done that,” he barks back at me.
“But I wanted you to do that.”
He shakes his head. “You work for me.”
Then he looks around the lobby taking notice of just a couple of people who look as if they’re going up to Roberta’s party or maybe another gathering. The lobby’s quiet and the few people waiting around are not interested in anything that we have to say to each other so I continue the conversation.
“I used to work for you. I don’t anymore!”
My words reek of desperation. At this point he could carry me to the bathroom and bend me over in there. I don’t know what he’s done to me. I never wanted a man to touch me or even do what he did to me in the elevator. I’ve been broken for so long, hard to open up to a man, but with him, I’ve done it so easily and in one brief night.
He draws in a sharp breath and closes his eyes, and then he grabs a hold of my wrist.
“Just remember that you asked for this.”
He’s warning me and I smile at him. “I know, Nicholas, but I won’t change my mind.”
He strokes my face with his free hand and says, “Good because there’s nothing worse than a tease. I don’t like to play games.”
I nod my head and say, “Well, we have something in common then.”
I’m talking like an expert as if I know what I’m getting myself into, but I haven’t got a clue. Sure, I know that we’re going to have sex. I know that he’s going to take the one thing that I’ve been holding onto, my v-card, and for the first time in forever, I don't give a shit. I want him, and moreover, I can feel that he wants me. Even though we’re pretending. Even if it’s only for one night. In this moment, I know that he wants me.
We walk quickly to the parked car. It’s as if he clicked a button and made sure that the valet brought it straight away. No words are spoken as he lets go of my wrist and the valet driver quickly moves to my side to open my car door. I sit down, scared that if I don’t, Nicholas may drive off and leave me. He has a determined look on his face. He’s a man on a mission, and that mission is me. My body yearns for him.
No words are exchanged between us. Just the heat and tension of what’s about to come. I’m a tad bit nervous. I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t even think straight as my eyes focus on the cars that we pass. The lights on the streets. Anything but the way that Nicholas’s driving right now. The car ride only takes a few minutes, and I should have been thinking of a way to get out of this, but I couldn’t miss a golden opportunity. I feel that it’s something that I’ll regret if I don’t take it now. Like this is something I need now.
I’m not going to get up Monday morning and go to his office. This is a now or never type of situation. I never have any of those. I just take each day as it comes and hope that it works out well whatever I do in life–and look where that’s gotten me.
My excitement builds as we turn the corner, and I lay eyes on a tall apartment building that must be his. It’s sleek like him, with intimidating glass windows like his eyes.
We pull alongside of the building slowly.
I was right. We’re here.
Nerves take over my body.
Nicholas says nothing to me, instead he just clicks a button and the garage doors open. I know that I’m going into the lion’s den and this is my last chance to escape. Instead of telling him that I want to get out, I sit and wait for him to give me some instructions as he parks.
He opens his door and shuts it. Then in a flash, he opens mine and takes my hand. We take a few steps, then he presses the elevator button. I expect him to say something to me, anything, so that I know what’s going to happen next; but he says nothing as we get into the elevator.
As the doors close behind us once again, I expect him to say something to calm my nerves down. Instead, Nicholas spins me around and kisses me with a hunger that’s so damn frightening that he spins me against the metal wall. It’s as if being in his territory has released him from constraint and now he’s showing exactly how he feels.
And he feels horny.
Is it crazy to feel proud that I’m the one turning him on this way? That I’m the woman he can’t help but kiss. Me, the unemployed temp he barely said anything to while I worked for him.
He pins me against the hard surface and drives his mouth against mine. His hands lose all sense of propriety as he runs them along my sides, then he cups my ass. I moan in pleasure as I enjoy the onslaught of Nicholas Pope.
“Nicholas,” I purr as he lifts me up so that our mouths are the same height. I loop my arms and legs around him as I run my fingers through his thick hair. My dress starts to rise, and I can feel his pulsing cock against my wet panties. He growls while using the wall as leverage.
“Keisha, you’re so fucking wet.”
“You did this to me,” I say practically panting.
He shakes his head as he cups my chin.
“Are you sure that you want to do this? If you tell me to stop, I will.”
I look at him, gazing into his eyes, not saying a word. My silence is my answer, and he continues to rock against me, and I don’t even notice that the doors have opened and we’re moving away from the elevator as he starts to kiss and nibble my neck in small circles. His smooth-shaven chin sends waves through me. I open my eyes for a brief second to see we’re in his apartment. He's not even breaking our embrace as he carries me across the open-plan living room. I want to take in my surroundings, but I’m lost in his touch.
His hands are carrying me as if I’m a feather as he continues to walk with haste. I press against him, and the strength of his muscles makes it known that he works out a lot. I wanted to see where we were going, but he's so powerful as I struggle to kiss him back. I love the fact that he’s claiming and taking me by carrying me to his room, like a caveman that’s claimed his woman by one look. The noises he’s making are the same as a caveman.
He literally throws me on the bed, and it’s the first time that I open my eyes. I was scared for a minute when he broke away from me. I try to look around his room because I’m curious as to what it looks like. It’s the place he goes to bed each night, and completely lets go, but my caveman is not giving me a chance to do anything.
Nicholas wants me to focus on him as he starts to slowly climb on top of me.
“This is what you want?”
I nod yes, finding myself speechless as he hovers so close to my mouth. All I can think to do is kiss his lips, but he wants to make sure that I want to continue, or maybe it’s him who’s changing his mind? So let me be clear.
“Yes, I want to have sex with you.”
He smirks almost sinisterly.
“I don’t just want to have sex with you, Keisha. I will do a lot more than that. Whatever you’re used to, this is something completely new. Something that’ll blow your mind. I just want you to know that if you’re not comfortable with anything, anytime you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?”
Shoot. This is the time I should tell him that I’ve never done it before. I have nothing to compare it to, other than the time that my dad wanted to take me. I shake my head to erase that memory. This is different. That was wrong
. This feels right.
We’re both consenting adults, and I want him so badly that it hurts right now as I feel his engorged cock pressing against my panties. He’s making me so wet, and all we’ve done is kiss.
I feel as if I’m ready to burst because I can’t contain myself any longer. I gave him my consent; all he needs to do is take me. Instead of kissing me and taking me as I’d thought he would do, he slides down to the opposite side of the bed.
Holy crap.
“Please, I want to do this,” I plead as I sit up.
He laughs. “I was wrong about you; I thought that you were the type that only hooked up with the ‘one’. Now, I’m not so sure — you surprised me tonight,” he says as he starts to peel his shirt off slowly. “In a lot of ways.”
“How?” I ask as I kick off my shoes.
“Well, most girls would see the bar and cocktails and then start to lose their mind. You didn’t. It was as if you were with me, but you were still protecting yourself. You showed considerable restraint and a maturity I didn’t realize you had.”
I sigh as I don’t know where this conversation is going, but if he keeps pushing, then I’ll be out of the door faster than he can blink. I’d be too ashamed to admit where I come from and how I ended up in the city.
“I come from a small town and I know that we’re the easiest target. The ones that get either raped, or even worse, killed. I don’t want to be a statistic.”
I didn’t even realize that he was in front of me naked as I think about the reason why I’m in the city. I knew one of those two things would happen to me if I stayed back home, and I didn’t want to be a victim. Particularly in the hands of my father. The past that I needed to seal shut and get out of my mind.
Nicholas’s hand slides over and pulls at my thong.
“Whatever happened to you in the past is a thing of the past. I’m only here to make you feel better.”