Chapter 4
Amelia
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I never went back to a man’s place for a second round. I had three rules I always abided by: never see a guy for more than a weekend, never go back to his place, and never take him back to yours. If we wanted to spend more time together, then the only requirement was for us to make a place in our budgets for a hotel room. It kept me from getting attached since I knew my future. I knew my parents would pick my future husband, and the last thing I needed was to get attached to some man.
But there I was, riding to this guy’s place.
The car ride was silent as his hand laced with mine. Every once in a while, I caught him staring at me. Taking a peek at my legs as his air conditioning system fluttered the fabric of my dress. His thumb traced circles on top of my skin as his arousal continued to seep out of my body. It was soaking my panties and wetting the back of my dress, and the worse it got the more I flushed.
We pulled up to his home and I gawked at the apartment complex. He didn’t live in a regular apartment. This man lived in a luxury condominium. He helped me out of the car and I blushed furiously at the wet spot I’d left behind.
But all he did was grin at me as he shut his car door.
He led me up to his place and the view was breathtaking. The furniture was genuine leather and the gas fireplace was roaring with life. There were full-length windows that looked out over the expanse of Nashville, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the beauty of it.
“You like it?” Ford asked.
I felt his hands slowly unzipping my dress.
“This is a beautiful view,” I said.
“It’s my second favorite part of the entire place,” he said.
He slid the fabric of the dress off my shoulders and watched as it pooled at my feet.
“What’s your favorite part of this place?” I asked.
His hands gripped my waist, whipping me around on my feet. I was getting a good look at the man I’d been with for the first time, and he was stunningly handsome. Dark brown hair like mine, styled in a messy sort of way. His jawline was strong and he had these cute little dimples in his cheeks. It gave a boyish charm to the intensity behind his amber-colored eyes. He was tall, looming over me as his hands unhooked my bra.
My breasts swung freely against my body as the piece of fabric tumbled to the floor.
He scooped me up in his arms in nothing but my panties and my heels. He carried me through the living room before we headed down a hallway. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I’d never come into contact with a man as handsome as Ford was. He smiled at me like he knew what was going through my head, but my attention was broken when he sat me onto the edge of something.
I looked around and saw we were in his kitchen and I furrowed my brow.
“Your favorite place is the kitchen?” I asked.
“I like to cook,” he said as he stepped away. “Is that a bad thing?”
I watched him peel his tailored suit from his body. One by one, the pieces of fabric dropped to the floor and revealed the most beautiful body I’d ever seen. His abs were chiseled and his chest was swollen with strength. His shoulders were etched with muscles and his arms were pulsing with protruding veins. I gawked at his beauty. I couldn’t help it. His sinewy thighs held his rock-hard body in place as his cock grew right before my very eyes.
And holy shit, he had an impressive cock.
He spread my legs and pulled me to the edge of the kitchen island counter. His hand pressed into my chest, laying me back onto the marble countertops. The countertop was cold and I began shivering in front of him. But once he ripped my panties right from my body with a loud pop, a heat coursed through my veins.
“Sorry about that,” Ford said. “Occupational hazard.”
His hands massaged my legs and I moaned at his touch. His thumbs parted my pussy folds and I shivered at our connection. I opened my eyes and saw him eyeing me. Watching my wetness drip down my slit and pool onto the kitchen counter beneath me.
“So beautiful,” he said with a whisper.
He gripped his cock and slammed into me before he tossed my legs over his shoulders. He climbed up onto the counter with a speed I would’ve never thought a man his size would’ve possessed. He dove in and out of my depths, fucking me while my tits jumped in his face. His hands were everywhere. My hips. My waist. My cheeks. My tits. He cupped and touched and kissed parts of me no man had bothered to touch before, and I could feel his cock throbbing against my walls. Growing with want as his trimmed curls raked against the tip of my clit.
“Holy shit. Oh my gosh. This is… yes. Don’t stop. Please.”
His pleasure rendered me breathless. I saw stars bursting in my vision even before my toes began to curl. His lips crashed into mine, silencing my whispered chants as he pounded harder into my hips. Pleasure blurred the lines of pain as his hands found mine. He pinned them above my head as my breasts jumped against his skin. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other filled his kitchen, tainting everything with our mingled scents.
But I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was screaming for release.
I rolled my hips as much as I could, feeling him smirk against my lips. My clit was throbbing desperately as his curls teased my sensitive nub. I gripped onto his hands. So tightly that my fingers started to go numb. He pressed his chiseled chest into me, my body igniting with the fire he was stoking between my legs.
I found my end, my back arching and my body trembling as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure.
“That’s it. I can feel it. Come for me, Amelia. Take what you want.”
My pussy clamped around his cock as I felt his come spray my walls. My vision was tunneling with the intensity of my orgasm as my back collapsed back to the counter. My legs fell from around him as his cock continued to pump me full, releasing so much of himself into me that it began to shoot out from between my thighs.
Then, he released my hands and gathered me into his arms.
***
I woke up the next morning to the sun just beginning to peek through the curtains. I groaned and rolled over, feeling the crusted evidence of last night’s activities crackle against my thighs. I felt like I was laying on a cloud. The sheets of the bed I was in were so soft and buttery.
I didn’t want to move.
“There’s a cab waiting for you downstairs whenever you wish to get up and get going.”
I rose my head at the sound of Ford’s voice. He was standing in the doorway of the bedroom I was in, his fingertips buttoning a crisp black shirt. I ran my hands through my hair and sat up, taking the comforter with me so my naked body wouldn’t be revealed to him again.
The action made him grin as he nodded his head.
“Thanks,” I said sleepily. “Are you going somewhere?”
“I have some obligations to tend to. But I did enjoy our evening. It was nice getting to know you.”
Getting to know me? What the hell was this?
“When you leave, lock the doorknob. I won’t be gone long,” Ford said.
“Where are you headed?” I asked.
His eyes looked up at me with a hardened glance as he tucked his shirt into his matching black pants.
“Thank you for the evening,” Ford said. “The driver downstairs will make sure you get home safely. If you aren’t down there in thirty minutes, he’ll come up here and make sure you’ve got everything you need.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said flatly.
“Good.”
I watched him walk away as I furrowed my brow. Was he rushing me out of here? Just like that? It was ‘nice getting to know me’? What an asshole. Not that it mattered anyway, but the least I could’ve done was pick a decent man for my last overnight tryst.
I slid from the bed and quickly got myself dressed, then headed downstairs to the cab.
It wasn’t really a cab. It was a sleek black town car sitting at the curb with a driver waiting for me. He opened the door for me and I got in, and I told him where I needed him to take me. All I knew was that I wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. I felt a kindred connection with a man who was nothing more than some rich dick who hid behind his money to try and impress people.
The only thing I could hope was that the man my parents had me meeting today was better than that.
Because I deserved better than that. Even if it was only a one-night stand.