Falcon
I didn’t drive directly to Clementine’s apartment. First, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t being followed by anyone, so I drove around downtown, taking ridiculous turns and driving around the same block a couple of times to make sure the same set of headlights wasn’t staying behind me the whole time.
Next, I decided I needed to bring something to eat with me. I didn’t want to just show up and drag her to the bedroom to take advantage of her. I felt like I owed her a little more respect than that.
I also felt like I should have been able to find another way to get information from her without getting her into bed first. I had to remind myself it was just for work, that it didn’t mean anything. It was never supposed to mean anything with her.
“Come on, Falcon,” I told myself in the car. “You can do this. It’s just another job. She doesn’t mean anything.”
I wrestled with my guilt over what I was about to do all the way to the Chinese restaurant to pick up some quick takeout. I didn’t know what she wanted, so I just grabbed a few things, hoping at least one dish would be right. Chinese was always a safe bet. Pizza was, too, but I wasn’t sure pizza would get me in her bedroom.
Once I had food in the car, I knew I couldn’t delay any longer. I needed to get over to her apartment before the food got cold. I pulled up in the parking lot and sat in the car for a few minutes before calling up to her to get her apartment number.
I checked the time on my phone. It was after ten o’clock, so I was pretty sure she would be at home. I texted Nathan to keep stalling.
Anything?
I waited a couple of minutes for his response.
Nothing. Are you there? he texted back.
Will be soon. Let me know if anyone shows up, I said.
Sure thing, boss.
I killed the engine, grabbed the food, and hopped out of the car with my phone in my hand. I walked up to the door and realized I didn’t need to call her to find out her apartment number. There was a call box next to the door with names and apartment numbers listed on a digital menu. I searched her name and got her apartment number. And I didn’t even have to get her to buzz me in. Another tenant held the door for me when she came down, letting me in.
I took the elevator up to her floor and walked down the hall to her door. She had no idea I was there. It was going to be a great surprise. Or, it would have been a great surprise if I weren’t there for one reason, and one reason alone. I pushed my guilt back. I wanted her, and there was nothing wrong with getting her in bed with me for any reason at all.
Besides, there was nothing saying I couldn’t come back for more after getting the information I needed and relaying it back to the MC, right? I just had to do it in a way that wouldn’t burn this bridge in the process.
I knocked on her door and waited.
I heard her unlock the door, and my nerves knotted up in my stomach. I felt like a school kid again, filled with anticipation for my first real date.
She opened the door and looked up at me with surprise in those beautiful blue eyes. “Falcon!” she said in shock. “You didn’t call.” She held the remote control for her TV in one hand and put her arm across her chest when she saw me. She was just wearing a white, silky-looking nightgown.
“No, but I brought Chinese.” I held the bag up for her to see and offered her a smile like those two things solved everything.
“Okay, I’ll let it slide this time,” she said as she stepped aside to let me in.
As I walked past her, I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. I felt her lips trying to linger on mine as I pulled away and kept walking.
Her apartment was as open on the inside as all the apartments in her building looked from the outside. She had blinds pulled down in all of her windows, though, offering us a little bit of privacy for the night. I walked the bag of food through her living room and over to her dining room table.
There weren’t really walls in her apartment, except around her bathroom and bedroom. The living room was created by the couch, a couple of chairs on either side of it, a glass coffee table, and a widescreen TV mounted on the wall across from the couch. The table and chairs created the dining room. The kitchen, of course, was the kitchen. There was a bar separating it from the dining room, and the back wall of the kitchen was the back wall of the apartment.
“I hope you like Chinese,” I told her as I opened the bag and started pulling food out to set on her table. “I didn’t know what to get, so I figured I’d just order a little of everything.”
“Everything’s fine,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind.
She seemed even smaller and more delicate in her nightgown than normal. It made me want her even more. I was beginning to think she had been working me for her brother instead of the other way around.
“You haven’t already eaten, have you?” I asked her, realizing she was already getting ready for bed.
“No, I was just going to go to bed tonight and eat in the morning,” she said.
“That doesn’t even make any sense,” I told her. “I’m glad I came over, then. You shouldn’t deprive yourself of dinner just because it’s late,” I added, turning around and taking her in my arms. She fit so perfectly. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to take her to the bedroom and take my time with her. I wanted to be gentle before letting her have it all.
“So, let’s see what you brought,” she said, pulling away from me to look at what all we had on the table.
“Honestly, I don’t know what I ordered. I don’t eat a whole lot of Chinese, so I really don’t know what’s what. You’ll have to help me out,” I told her with a nervous chuckle. I was starting to get overcome by my apprehensions.
Thomson had been right. I was going soft. Five years ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice about building something up the way I had with Clementine and then bringing it all crashing down in one glorious night of sex. I needed to tap into that again and just take her right there on the table while she looked at the food.
Clementine had made it clear to me that she wanted it. She wouldn’t have said no if I pushed her over the side of the table and lifted that nightgown up to expose her tight little ass. She wouldn’t have fought back if I pulled it out right here and shoved it deep inside her. And it would have been perfect, taking her at the table and humiliating her as part of her first time.
I shook my head and realized she was trying to explain some of the food to me. I had to get those images out of my head. I couldn’t do Clementine like that. It was going to happen, but I was going to do it right. I wasn’t going to force it. I wasn’t going to humiliate her with it, and I honestly wasn’t even sure anymore if I was going to run off afterwards. I felt like I was in too deep for all of that now.
“Did I get any beef?” I asked her. “I literally just rattled off the things I recognized on the menu so I would hopefully get something you liked.”
“That’s sweet and really adorable,” she said to me with a laugh. “Yes, you got some beef. Let me get us some plates and I’ll serve it up. Have a seat.”
I sat down at the table and watched as she went into the kitchen and reached for the plates in the cabinet above the counter next to her sink. I really didn’t know how much longer I could hold back from just attacking her. I wanted to push that nightgown up and see the sweet little prize waiting under the fabric. I sighed. Dinner was first.
We sat down and ate together at her table.
“I’m really glad you came by tonight,” she said. “I’ve been wanting to call you, but I didn’t know if you’d be all right with that.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to call, actually,” I admitted to her. “I was hoping you would call any time and just tell me to come on over, so since you didn’t, I decided to surprise you.” Okay, so it wasn’t completely the truth. I stretched it a little.
“Well, it was definitely a surprise,” she said with a pleasant smile on her face.
I knew I had done the right thing by bringing food with me and making it more of a date than just a booty call. That didn’t change the fact that I was really only there for one thing, and I was determined to get it tonight.
“I just hope I’m not keeping you up,” I told her.
“Oh, no, but I hope you weren’t planning on going home tonight,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.
“Oh?”
“Don’t think you can show up unannounced when I’m in my nightgown already and bring some Chinese over, then just decide you’re going to leave me at the end of the night. No, you’re staying tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, offering a mock salute.
“Oh, buddy, I’ve got your ma’am. You’re going to pay for that tonight,” she teased.
“You know that’s not how I meant it,” I assured her with a wink. This was the real reason I came over. This was why I wanted to get something to eat. She was so much fun. Spending time with her like this was much better than just sex.
“Sure, say that now,” she continued.
We laughed and finished the food she’d served up on our plates. I helped her wash the dishes and put away the leftovers. When everything was clean and put away, I turned around and took her in my arms.
“What now?” I asked her. It felt like we had hit a brick wall. We had built up this moment the entire time we had been seeing each other, and it was suddenly looming over us. We didn’t seem to know how to get to it, though. We didn’t know what the next step was.
“I don’t know. We’re entering your realm of expertise, aren’t we?” she taunted me. “Isn’t this where you take over and teach me what I need to do?”
“I thought so, but I don’t want it to feel forced. I want it to feel mutual,” I admitted.
“Oh, it’s definitely mutual,” she assured me. She reached down and ran a hand over the front of my jeans, pressing firmly against my erection. “Kiss me,” she whispered up to me, so I did. I leaned down and touched my lips to hers. Both of her hands climbed up to my head and held me to her.
I grabbed her thin waist and pulled her to me, pressing my cock against her through my jeans. I couldn’t wait for it any longer. I was about to explode.
I reached around and grabbed her tight little ass. She rolled her hips forward against me and started rubbing herself against the front of my jeans. I ached to be inside her.
“Please, Falcon,” she said, breaking away from our kiss. “Please fuck me.”
That was my cue. She was finally asking me for it. The time for subtle hints was over. It was time for her to demand what she wanted from me.
“Take my pants off,” I told her.
She looked up at me with a mischievous smile on her face as she undid my belt and opened the front of my jeans.
While her hands worked busily, I kicked off my boots so she could push my jeans down to the floor. She wrapped her fingers around the waist of my pants and my boxers and pulled them down together, revealing me to her as she knelt down in front of me. She grabbed me in her hand and stroked me.
“I want to suck it,” she told me. “I want to do whatever it takes to please you, Falcon. Tell me what to do.”
I put my hands on the back of her head and started instructing her in how I liked it. “Kiss the tip of it,” I told her. “Lightly.”
She kissed the tip of my head, taking me just slightly between her lips.
“Now press your mouth down on it but open your lips and let it sink in,” I told her. “I’ll guide you with my hands.”
She opened her lips around my head and slowly slid down my shaft with lips and tongue pressing hard against me.
“Pull back and suck it,” I told her.
She did, drawing hard on me. I could feel my climax already churning deep inside.
“Wrap your delicate little fingers around my base so you can guide your mouth yourself. Only take me as deep as you can, baby,” I told her. “I’m letting go of your head.” I pulled my shirt off while she started sucking me on her own. I arched my back and closed my eyes as she pulled back, sucking me the whole way. “Oh God, Clementine,” I called out. “That’s so fucking good. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
She pulled me out of her mouth and kept stroking me in her hand. “I never have,” she said.
“Well, you are very talented,” I told her, pulling her back up to her feet. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” I told her.