Chapter 5
He’s sex on a stick and he is every woman’s wet dream. He’s someone I want between my legs, right now. It’s been two weeks since I’ve heard from Zeke. He never called me straight away, and I wondered if maybe it was just a fluke that he thought he wanted me at all. But today when he called and stated he was picking me up at six, I couldn’t say no. Even if it was a demand instead of a gesture.
He picked me up in his red sports car, it was fast and fancy. He only said one word, it was simple but so hot “Bexley.” And now we’re at his house and he’s taking his clothes off to swim in the pool. We had a drink when we arrived and I refused any more, as I don’t like to drink. So now, we’re at his pool. He’s taken his shirt off and is kicking off his shoes, then his pants are next. I take a moment to let my eyes roam over him, from his face to his chest. When I stop on his chest, I see scars, which are circular in shape. They appear to be bullet wounds. I try not to stare long as his hands move to his Calvin Klein underwear, which hug his toned, and I just want to touch it along with the rest of him. His body is delicious. I’ve never touched or seen up close anyone as perfect as him. His underwear is next to be removed. I didn’t think he’d remove them, but he does so with absolutely no shame. His cock appears semi-hard and I smile thinking it’s for me.
“Are you going to strip or stare?” he asks while walking to the stairs of the pool. I’m shocked at first and then decide I can do this. I can remove my clothes and show a man I’ve known for less than a few weeks what I look like.
Fuck, no I can’t.
“I’ll stare,” I manage to say. He cocks his head to the side, evaluating me.
“I can’t fuck you if your clothed, Bexley, and I would prefer to fuck you in this pool,” he says like that’s all I’m here for. Fuck, maybe I am! “Stop evaluating everything, strip and get in the pool.” HHHis head goes under the water and rises again all wet, and now I’m all wet.
Shit! What if he hates what he sees? What if he kicks me out after seeing me naked? Shit, why am I even considering getting naked for a man I hardly know? Oh, that’s right, he makes my girl parts sing and scream without even touching me. Girls do this don’t they? They sleep with strangers and have one-night stands? Fuck it! I’m going to have my one night stand with a man that should not be looking at me like he’s going devour me, and probably spit me out when he’s done.
“Okay,” I say and reach for my shirt pulling it up and over my head. My shorts are next. Thank God I have matching underwear on today. Maybe I knew what was coming? I can’t look at him as I remove my bra and then my panties. Walking to the side of the pool, I descend the stairs, still not wanting to see if he’s pleased or disgusted with what he sees.
“Look at me,” his voice comes at me so close. I look up and he’s standing right there in front of me. Looking me in the eyes and then down my body, he devours me as he goes.
“I’m going to fuck you in this pool, then out of it so I can taste you,” he says and his arm reaches behind me and grabs my ass sliding me close to him. He drops his hands and grabs my legs so they wrap around his waist. I can immediately feel his erection near my entrance. A soft moan escapes my lips, I move slightly on him for some friction, and as soon as I do Zeke goes dead still, his hands hard on my thighs. I open my eyes to see his icy blue eyes are now gray. Looking at me, one of his hands goes between us, and he touches my clit. I go stiff from the touch. “You on anything?” he asks, very deeply. I shake my head no, and that’s all it takes. He reaches for a condom from the side of the pool, which I didn’t even see sitting there and slides it on between us.
Not wanting it to end, when he’s happy with how my moans have increased, he removes his hand and slowly inserts himself in me. He’s big, huge, so much so that he goes slowly at first. But I need more, it’s so painful wanting more, but not getting it. I reach down and remove his hand and sink down. My head goes back and he moves us backward in the water while I’m on his cock, and he starts to move me up and down. I want to scream from the pleasure rolling off of me and in me, and then he stops, lifting and turning me around. My hands go to the edge of the pool and he sinks back into me again. Fucking me like I’ve never been fucked. And all I can think is, Fuck! I’m so having one-night stands for the rest of my life if they feel like this.
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” Zeke whispers in my ear, biting it as he does. My back arches to give him more access and he takes it and fucks me so hard I scream, my eyes close and I’m in orgasm land.
His warmth leaves me and for a second I stay in the same spot, eyes closed. Not moving. When I do open them, I turn around to see where he is, but he’s disappeared. I swim to the edge of the pool and pull myself out, grabbing my clothes and pull my shirt and shorts on. I don’t know if I’m meant to go, or what I’m meant to do now. So I slowly make my way back inside his magnificent house and notice him standing at the fridge. I fidget with my other items of clothing in my hands as he turns to face me, with just a towel wrapped around him. His face scrunches when he looks at me.
“Why are you dressed?” He shakes his head and turns back around. “Get undressed,” he says turning to cook something on the stove. I smell bacon wafting my way and my belly grumbles loudly.
He turns back around when he’s done cooking and sees me still standing in the same position unmoving. “Why do you still have your clothes on, Bexley? I have to have dinner too,” he says with a slight smirk. He places the plate on the table in front of me and then looks me up and down before he reaches out and touches my shorts undoing the button and pulling them down. “Sit,” he says when I have nothing on from the waist down. I do and he says. “Eat!”
I manage to pick up a piece of bacon. Placing it in my mouth, he watches me eat and then removes his towel. His hand touches his cock and he strokes it a few times and then bends down on his knees. He grabs my knees and swivels me around in my chair and proceeds to eat me for dinner, making me scream. Then he fucks me over the kitchen table and I let him. I let him do it all because he can. He can fuck me any way if it means this man continues to touch me.
Zeke walks away leaving me lying on his kitchen table panting while trying to catch my breath. I lay there for a good ten minutes before I finally move. When I sit in the seat at the table, Zeke comes out dressed. I look at him with raised eyebrows.
“I’ll take you home now,” he says and walks out of the kitchen. I immediately feel used and abused. Grabbing my clothes that are now scattered across the floor, I rush to put them back on. Walking to the entrance of his home, I see that he’s already seated in his car waiting for me get in. I do so without saying a word. The drive is quiet, not a word is uttered from either of us. I can feel my body start to flush from the embarrassment that’s taking over as we near Ember’s apartment. He stops and I feel his gaze on me. I open the door and just as I’m all the way out, I turn to look at him. He doesn’t meet my eyes when I look, though his eyes are definitely on me, looking over my body. I shut the door and don’t say a word. What am I meant to say? I’m a dickhead for having a one night stand with a man that’s heartless? Nope, no words are needed. Maybe, actually, alcohol is required. And fuck, I don’t even drink.
Ember grills me for a few weeks about my mysterious date and I ask her what she knows about him. She said she couldn’t say, he’s very private and it’s best not to talk about it. I don’t argue with her, I just have to stop thinking about him. About the way his hands grabbed my hips so tight they left bruises, and about the way his tongue circled my clit and then dipped down low to make me even wetter. I have to get him out of my head, where he belongs. Because I couldn’t be with someone so heartless; a man with no emotion, because it’s not me.