CHAPTER 13
Zander
Zander sipped the bourbon and looked down at his phone sitting on the coffee table. He was in his penthouse apartment enjoying the quiet solitude that he thrived on. It had been a very busy, chaotic week with work and he’d fallen far behind on his sleep. He did this routinely for weeks upon weeks, but eventually it did catch up with him and he needed a day off to just relax and be with himself. These days usually consisted of his morning workouts, a healthy breakfast, and some meal prepping for the weak which he enjoyed doing himself. He could have hired someone, but cooking often relaxed him and calmed him down. He loved seeing all of his meals for the weak filling up the fridge ready for his routine feedings. He found that by doing this it left a decent amount of room in his diet for the occasional consumption of junk food and the excessive use of alcohol. But he never really told anyone about that.
He had been thinking about Ember ever since she left last night. He hated the way he’d left things and he knew that she had to be very confused about what his intentions were. Hell, he was confused about what his intentions were. The time with her had been wonderful and he could not have imagined in his wildest dreams that the evening would have gone that well, but after it was over he found himself doing what he did with every woman and kicking her out of his life as fast as possible.
But this time it was different. He really cared about Ember. The more he thought about it the more he confirmed that truth to himself and the more frightened he became about everything. He had a very smooth life that he enjoyed and asking someone to really come and be a part of it threatened this existence he’d carved out for himself somehow. He had no idea how exactly or why he so adamantly felt that way, but it was shaking him to his very core and he did not know how to get rid of it.
And he knew that he could not get rid of the way he really felt. Ember was the embodiment of everything he’d ever thought about what love was and could be, what the type of woman who could love him would be. And he saw inside of her heart when they were together. He saw the connection in her eyes.
Now he had to hope to salvage it. That was why he sent her the flowers and gave her the message. He hoped she would think the message was cute and a bit endearing, but the more he thought about it the message itself was confusing and it might make her think he just wanted sex.
Of course, he’d been thinking about sex with her again nonstop. He’d even had to take care of himself in the shower earlier as he thought of her. The woman was an incredible lover, by far the best he’d ever had and he’d been with countless. To think of all the nameless, faceless women in his past would boggle the mind. What had he been thinking just running through night after night of indiscriminate sex with any attractive woman who would have him?
Now that he had a woman he really cared about in his life he did not know how to treat her. He’d proven that last night. Now he had to find a way to redeem himself, but he had to make sure that he was not wimpy and apologetic about it. That wasn’t his style. He’d made a mistake, he was willing to own up to it and he wanted another chance. But he was not about to beg for anyone about anything. That trick was not in his repertoire.
He had sent the flowers that morning and had received confirmation that they were delivered about an hour before. He figured that Ember might not call him back right away. After the stunt, he pulled she was probably feeling a bit hurt and maybe feeling that her heart had been betrayed. He understood that, but he knew that eventually she would come around and call him.
Zander had been with a lot of women and in that time, he had learned a few things about them. He wasn’t always proud of the way he treated women and there had been times he’d apologized for some of his oafish behavior, but he did it in the right way. He sure as hell didn’t beg or plead, he didn’t grovel; no, he basically expressed interest and if she wanted to express interest back it was up to her.
They always came around. He knew that women responded to strength and not weakness. He did not really know how to be weak, but due to this he often lacked compassion. That was something he had sworn to himself to work on, but so far had been unable to fit into his schedule. Somehow, he thought his lack of compassion actually somehow created a deeper attraction with women. He didn’t fully understand this, but it was his experience anyway.
He finished the whiskey and was pouring another glass when the phone rang. It was Ember. He smiled and finished pouring the drink then reached out and answered the phone just before it went to voicemail.
Ember was excited to hear from him as he answered the phone. The sound of her sweet, jovial voice was enough to put him in a good mood for the rest of the day. It had only been a matter of hours, but he missed her terribly and the second he heard her speak he realized just how much. But he tried to hold it back and keep her from finding out.
“So, how about I come over and we go do something fun?” Zander asked.
“Sure, that sounds great,” Ember replied.
Within a half hour he was at her door with a sexy, expensive gown he’d had picked out for her with matching shoes, and some jewelry for her to wear that is just her size. She was flabbergasted that he was able to find out her size and everything. He told her that he would never reveal his secrets. Truthfully, he had a friend named Javier who was a fashion designer. He was able to take a picture of someone and tell you their exact measurements just from sight. It was a pretty uncanny thing to see, actually.
Ember went to get ready. Zander thought that he would be meeting her roommate and best friend that he’d heard a bit about last night but Liza had already gone out for the day. This was just as well; it gave him more time to focus solely on her and the plans he had in store.
Once in the car Ember asked him how he knew that she would call him.
Zander looked over at her and smiled, “They always do.”
He knew that was about the most arrogant thing he could have said right then, but the mood struck him and he went with it.
The drive out to the Fielding House was a nice and peaceful drive. He’d always enjoyed it which was part of the reason he had decided not to order a limo. Ben deserved a much-needed night off anyway after taking him around all week to this business meeting and that business meeting. The guy was really invaluable and Zander hoped he realized how much he appreciated all that Ben did for him.
Ember was fairly quiet during most of the drive. He could have made attempts at conversation but he was enjoying the silence as well. It was nice to be able to just be with someone without feeling the need to fill up everything with conversation or some sort of sound. The only sound that he did enjoy on some of these long drives was the radio which he kept turned on a low volume, just enough to provide some nice humming background music.
By the time, they reached the restaurant though they were both engaged in some interesting conversations about their misspent youth. Apparently, Ember was a tomboy growing up and she’d gotten involved in some zany adventures. He did not dare tell her some of the really bad things he did as a kid. It was probably tame compared to the things that some kids did, but he did not want to take any chances now that he had Ember with him again.
Not that he was nervous, or at least not anymore. When he first sent the roses, he did not know for sure if she would call. It was possible that she would blow him off, but he had to try. And now that he thought about it, if the flowers hadn’t worked then he would have gone ahead and tried something else.
He wasn’t sure what that something else might have been, but he definitely would have kept trying. That was just in his tenacious nature.
“Wow, this place is incredible,” Ember said.
“Yeah, I used to come here a lot, sometimes I still do if I’m trying to woo a client or something.”
“Clients? Yeah, I’m sure you only woo clients here…” Ember joked.
Zander smiled. “Hey, I have to live, right?” he said.
She smiled.
The waiter came and Zander ordered for the both of them. He’d politely ascertained what Ember was interested in based on what she was thinking when she looked over the menu. He ordered two steaks medium rare, with a basket of potatoes covered in the house sauce, and a large salad.
“Wow, that sounds good,” Ember said. “How did you know I like my steak that way?”
Zander smiled and shrugged. “It was a lucky guess.”
He had found that most people ate their steak that way and that was how he ordered his; if she wanted to change it then she could have.
“So, what did you mean when I asked you earlier how you knew I would call? Remember, you said that they always do. Did you let it slip that you do this sort of thing a lot? Are you some kind of player or something?”
Zander laughed at the barrage of questions as Ember leaned in slightly with that inquisitive manner of hers. She was asking all valid questions and she had a right to know but he also had a right to not tell her. What he did with women before he met her was his own business and if they ended up as an actual couple then this information would still remain his secret if he wanted it too.
But he decided he had nothing to hide.
“It’s not really a secret that I’ve always love women,” Zander said. “It is my second passion right behind money.”
“Oh, I see,” Ember said.
“You will see,” Zander replied. “I may have to show you what happens to sexy girls who ask too many questions.”
Ember tried to remain serious but she was already starting to crack a smile. She wanted to be tough and probe him as if she was trying to decipher what sort of game he might be playing (assuming he was playing a game, which he did not feel he was). It was funny really.
“I might take you up on that later,” Ember said.
“I might just take you later,” Zander teased.
Suddenly he felt something pushing against his crotch. Before he even had time to react he already knew what it was. Ember had her foot out of her shoe, her leg stretched across the table and she was now playing footsy with his main appendage.
And it felt good. He was already starting to get rigid and hard just by the sight of Ember sitting across from him and her flirty little behaviors that he found so adorable, so sexy. And now she was initiating physical contact to his organ. He was growing harder by the second. Her smile seemed to widen more all the time
Zander tried not to think about the people who might discover this, but his mind would not focus on hardly anything else. It was not obvious by any stretch but it was one of those things that it was almost impossible to convince your subconscious was not obvious to everyone else around you. He took several deep breaths and leaned into her foot to enjoy the sensation and the pleasure of her foot playing with his shaft.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Zander asked.
“Oh, yes I am. I’m enjoying this very much.”
“I bet you are getting nice and wet for me, too…” Zander said.
Ember’s breathing quickened as her mind locked into his own dirty talk.
“Oh, I might be…” Ember said.
Zander glanced down at the way her dress made her large, soft cleavage pop out. He imagined it just going that extra step and coming out of her dress completely. She had the most magnificent breasts he’d ever seen. And he wanted to touch them so badly right then.
“So, last night, how many times did you come?” Zander asked her.
Ember smiled. “How many times do you think I did?”
“I’m not totally sure. I only know of the finale and maybe one other one, but I’m not definite on it.” Zander tried to keep his voice normal and steady. He wanted to do nothing but moan in pleasure and take care of his primary issue right then, but without a place to do that he was going to have to just remain calm.
“You would be correct,” Ember said. “Do you think you can manage more tonight?”
“Oh, I know I can,” Zander said. His voice was becoming shakier as his organ grew harder still. It needed to be set free so badly… he wanted to just be released inside of her again. Ever since last night he hadn’t been able to think of anything else.
“I’m tempted to see for myself,” Ember said. “I think you might be all talk.”
“I think last night proved that I’m anything but talk,” Zander said.
Ember smiled widely. “Perhaps, but we need another demonstration to be sure…”
“You read my mind,” Zander replied.
Forty-five minutes later they were in his penthouse. They almost couldn’t make it off the elevator. The entire drive home Ember had flirted with him and spoken sexy things in his ear. He thought for sure that at some point he was probably going to crash the car, but he held it steady and kept his speed down, especially after Ember decided it would be a great idea to take him in her mouth.
He tried to tell her no, that they needed to wait but she would not hear of it. And in her mouth, he went. His long, hard cock moving in and out of her lips falling deeply into the hot recess of her sweet mouth was enough to make him release almost instantly. She laughed as he struggled to maintain, teasing him for the majority of the ride home.
Zander almost thought she was doing this as a way to pay him back for last night and as a way of messing with him because of the flowers. He wanted to be angry at her for these shenanigans, but this type of torture felt so good he started falling even more in love with her.
Several times he felt himself getting close to climaxing and Ember would instantly know it, as if she had some kind of demented ESP and then she would pull back and not even touch him for a few minutes and then it was right back to engulfing him deeply into her hot mouth.
When he finally pulled up into the parking lot of the apartment complex he zipped up his pants and chased her all the way to the lobby where they greeted the doorman (a different one than the man that Zander usually saw) and then made their way to the elevator. Once inside Zander grabbed Ember and pushed her against the wall planting his mouth on hers. His tongue shot into her mouth instantly and began to wrestle with her own, both taking turns sucking and suckling on each other’s oral probes.
There was a small chance that on the way to the penthouse that someone else might need that particular elevator. Zander was not one for exhibitionism typically but he found the idea of being caught making out in an elevator to be somewhat liberating and exciting. In fact, he was fairly certain that they were on camera right then inside of the elevator. The security cameras were getting an eyeful tonight. He decided not to mention it to Ember. Odds were that she already knew and was using it to get herself even hotter.
They reached the penthouse and tumbled out of the elevator groping all over each other like rabid dogs. He could not remember ever being so horny. The lust filled him like some kind of a demon possession. He was barely able to operate his fingers to open the door, mostly because Ember had his package in her hand and she was rubbing it furiously up and down as fast as she could. He felt like he might burst all over her hand at any moment.
The second the door was open he took his package back from her, picked her up, closed the door behind him, and carried her into the bedroom. He did not even waste time removing the dress. The instant Ember’s body hit the bed Zander ripped her underwear off and plunged his rock hard tool deeply into her sweet pool of pleasure. She was so wet and tight. With every thrust he felt her body pulling him deeper inside of her and sucking him back as he pulled back out a bit. Her body was grabbing him and squeezing him with a superhuman grip. It was almost painful. It was even better than last night.
He was humping her as hard and fast as he could, bucking her with every ounce of strength. Sweat was pouring down his body now, soaking through his shirt but he did not want to waste time or momentum to remove it.
Beneath him Ember’s breasts were popping out of the dress now, the entire garment becoming loose fitting around her body as he attacked her with lust and desires seemingly beyond human comprehension. His passion was totally animalistic, all chaos, and there did not seem to be an end in sight. His body was crying out for air and rest. His legs were starting to cramp, his abdominals were beginning to tighten as well. Even a man in as good of shape as he was could only go this hard, this fast for a limited amount of time.
He needed a break. Zander quickly rolled over onto his back which now placed Ember on top. She did not miss a beat adjusting her legs and riding him hard moving up and down on his thick shaft at a rapid-fire speed.
The angle he was getting now was different and very interesting. It was attacking the head of his flesh at a different vantage point and he felt he pleasure hitting his peak spots a bit differently. He would not say it was better than anything else, but it was unique and he had to say he knew he was going to climax in this position. There was nothing that was going to keep him from his final destination here that was for sure.
Ember pulled the dress down allowing her huge breasts to hang free from their chesty prison cells. They fell down into Zander’s face and began to bounce around in front of him. Oh, they were perfect. He still could say they were the best he’d ever seen. Everything about the way they were shaped, the way they felt, and even the size of the nipple was just sheer perfection.
Zander held onto Ember’s sweet hips and began to control the speed of the thrusting on top of him. She was moving so hard up and down on him that she was smacking against his sack and it was starting to hurt just a bit. With his hands, he slowly pushed back to resist the movement slightly.
But Ember was not to be deterred; she was definitely enjoying the punishment and the domination aspect to this tonight.
She began to grind up and down him as hard as she could, screaming with pleasure as she bore down on him. He was going to blow hard any second now; he could feel it.
“I’m coming!” He shouted a second before he exploded inside of her.
Ember grabbed his hips and clamped herself down on him as he released his hot seed inside of her which then triggered her own climax a moment later.
Her eyes rolled up in her head, her body began to quake violently, and some loud guttural noises belted from her body. Ember’s body grabbed his manhood and squeezed almost like a clamp surrounding it all as she finished her climax.
A moment later she collapsed on top of him. They both lie there silently for several moments. Zander wrapped his arms around Ember and hugged her softly. Her soft, warm, sweaty body was so comforting to him. He knew without a doubt that he had a future with this woman. He was not sure exactly what kind of future, nor did he want to commit even to himself some sort of speculation about what it might entail, but he knew that the two of them belonged together.
There was no way that there was anyone else out there this screwed up, right?
He drifted off to sleep without answering his own question.