Chapter 7
We head into the frigid night air and I shiver. I’m not sure if it’s from the cold or the anticipation of what’s to come. Perhaps a bit of both. Coffee Guy zips my coat up to my chin then wraps his arms around me. He leans his forehead against mine and I let out a sigh.
“That didn’t sound like a sigh of contentment,” he observes. He pulls back but I don’t meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he orders. I do and see concern etched into his features. “What’s wrong? Do you not want to go through with this?”
I shake my head. “I understand.” He looks genuinely upset.
“That’s not what I mean,” I say.
“Good. Because you don’t know how much I want this.”
Oh, but I do. And I love hearing how much he wants it too.
“Truth,” I say, burying my head against his chest. My words come out muffled so he pulls me back and says, “Can you please repeat that?”
I laugh and it eases some of the tension I’m carrying. “I know I said it before, but the truth is I worry you have the wrong impression of me.”
He quirks a brow and says, “What impression is that?”
I look down at my feet. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. “That I’m one of those girls. The kind who hook up with total strangers and think nothing of it.”
“Quite the contrary. You hardly let me touch you until we danced.”
“Sorry, I just have a weird thing about men touching me. I guess what I’m trying to say is I don’t know how to do this.”
“Don’t be sorry. Jesus, I don’t want you to feel the need to keep apologizing for your feelings.” He runs a hand through his hair as he paces back and forth. Finally, he stops in front of me. “Look, I’ve had my share of women. And when I want to get some, plenty of women jump at the chance, often before we even exchange names.” He sees my stricken expression and says, “Sorry, bad example. My point is, a lot of people are looking for no strings attached sex. I’m one of them. But I don’t think you’re one of those women. As for how we do this, there’s no manual. I get the sense you like structure and order, but take a leap of faith with me. I’d say we’re doing pretty well so far.”
I’d say we are too. A sense of relief washes over me. Especially after what just happened at the bar. I don’t want him to think less of me. Though I can’t help but heed his warning that he’s one of those guys. I need to remember that we said no strings, because he’s the kind of guy I could lose myself in. He’s right that I like to follow a plan. My life is dictated by rules and it’s hard for me to go with the flow not knowing the outcome. But right now I want nothing more than to be in the moment and see where things lead.
He studies me and says, “I wouldn’t take the time to get to know someone if I didn’t think she had potential. I don’t know what this is.” He gestures between us. “But I know that I like you and we have good chemistry. I know I want to go home with you and see where this leads. And most of all, I know that I want to fuck your brains out and watch your face again when you come. It was almost my undoing.”
His words are almost mine. I stare at him, speechless.
“Are you OK with that?”
I nod, not sure which part I’m agreeing to.
“Good.” He shakes his head at me. “Such a surprise, Ms. Coffee.”
“What’s a surprise?”
“You.”
“I’m not sure how to take that.”
“I like surprises,” he assures me. “Now just relax. I promise I’ll make things interesting.” I don’t doubt that. He draws me in for another kiss and I lose myself in the moment. Usually my brain is on overdrive, making endless to do lists and always planning for what’s ahead. But with him I manage to shut it off. I hear footsteps and pull away, breathless. I am not one for PDA and after what happened inside I feel exposed. I hide my face against his coat.
“Do you want to go to your place or mine?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’m about a five minute ride from here. Are you in Lakeview? Or was your office near that Starbucks?”
“I’m in Lakeview, so you’re definitely closer. I’ll order us an Uber.” As he takes out his phone a cab pulls up. A couple of giggling girls get out and make eyes at Coffee Guy. He pretends not to notice. I wonder what it would be like to go out and constantly have women throwing themselves at you. It makes me wonder why he chose me. Well, I guess I technically chose him. Or Trish did. I slide into the backseat and give the driver my address. Coffee Guy gets in after me. His lips are immediately on mine again as soon as the door closes. We resume our make out session and the driver yells, “No sex in my cab!”
“Don’t worry, man. The ride’s too short.”
I burst out laughing and he silences me with a kiss. His tongue finds mine and he’s more demanding than before. After a few minutes he deepens the kiss and I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me. I love his taste. I love his smell. I love what he’s doing to me. I’m not accustomed to feeling this way and I let out a small sigh of contentment. Encouraged, he hoists me on his lap and I straddle him, his hardness pressing against my thigh. His hands cup my ass and he lifts me up, giving him better access. He leaves one hand on my ass and slides the other under my dress, his touch a whisper against my skin. He hooks his thumb under the straps of my panties and pulls them down to my thighs. In that moment I can’t guarantee I’ll abide by the cabbie’s wishes. Coffee Guy trails his fingers up my inner thigh, driving me mad with desire. That’s when I realize we’ve stopped moving. I pull away to look out the window and have to clear it with my sleeve. I can’t believe we fogged up the windows. “We’re here,” I tell him as I shimmy my underwear back on, attempting to ignore my body’s protests. I’m about to get out my wallet but he’s already handing the driver cash. We step out and walk into my lobby, hand-in-hand. Usually George works nights, but tonight there’s a sub manning the desk I don’t recognize. He doesn’t question me as we walk through to the elevators. As soon as the doors open his lips find mine. We kiss the entire elevator ride and in the hallway on the way to my apartment. I attempt to walk backward and rummage in my purse for my keys, my lips never leaving his. It’s a good thing I’m an excellent multitasker. I fumble with the key but manage to insert it into the lock. He kicks the door closed behind us and flattens me against it. He puts his hands under my dress and in one swift motion slides my panties down to my ankles.
“Lift up your arms,” he commands. I do and he pulls my dress over my head so I’m left in just my black lacy bra. He takes a minute, letting his eyes roam over me. I break out in goosebumps from the intensity of his stare. “So beautiful,” he says as he gets down on his knees, gliding his tongue down my body as he lowers himself to the floor. He pauses at my navel and runs his tongue around it in slow circles. My stomach quivers from the contact. I put my hands on his head and tip my head back. He moves to my inner thigh where he proceeds to tease me. The anticipation is excruciating. I run my fingers through his hair and attempt to pull him closer to where I want him. Finally he plunges his tongue inside me. He tortures me, alternating between his tongue and his hand until I can barely stand. The pressure builds to an intense level and know I’m on the brink. He rims my anus and drives his finger inside me. I swear an animal noise escapes me as I come. Oh my God. Did that just happen? I have no time dwell on it because he stands up and kisses me. Hard. I taste myself on him and his need is radiating off him in waves.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks.
“Second door on the right.”
He hoists me into his arms and carries me to my room. Which is a good thing because my limbs feel like they’ve turned to water and I don’t think I could manage to stand. He deposits me on the bed and I’m about to lie down when I notice him peeling off his shirt. He has a killer body—one that I’d like to explore every inch of. He swiftly unbuckles his belt and kicks off his jeans. He reaches down to grab a condom from his pants but I want to slow things down. So far he’s been focused on my pleasure. As he said earlier, he’s very generous. But I want to make him feel good too. I’m nervous because he has a lot more experience than me. I’m sure he’s been with plenty of sophisticated women who know the right things to do and say. It’s been awhile since I’ve been with a guy and I’ve always let them lead. But right now I’m taking control.
“Not yet,” I tell him. “I want my turn. I want to know what you taste like.” I take a steadying breath then sit up on my knees. I grab his ass and I’m met with nothing but pure muscle. His body is amazing and it makes me wish I’d put more effort into working out. I pull him close to me and take him in my mouth.
He lets out a sharp hiss as I run my tongue along his shaft up to the tip. “Oh, baby. Feels so good. Go easy on me though. The first time I come, I want it to be inside you.”
Encouraged by his reaction, I continue to tease him before I take in the length of him to the back of my throat. I scrape my teeth against him gently, then move my head up and down, my tongue gliding along his shaft. I start out slow but begin moving faster, applying more pressure and attempt to take him back even further. I want him to forget about all those women who came before. I want him only to think of me. His breathing grows ragged and he lets out a slew of expletives. Seeing his reaction intensifies the heat between my legs and I’m desperate for him to be inside me. But I keep going, intent on wringing every ounce of pleasure from his body like he did mine. He lets me continue another few minutes before he pulls me up and pants, “Promise I’ll let you finish another time.”
He kisses me again and I place my hands on his chest, caressing his tight pecs that are covered in a sheen of sweat. My hands roam lower and I sigh in contentment as I stroke his washboard abs. He is pure male. He gently bites my lower lip then deepens the kiss. Our tongues clash together in a frantic dance and desire shoots straight to my core. I dig my nails into his flesh, wanting more of him.
“Turn over,” he instructs. He undoes my bra and slides it off. He cups my breasts and comes around, taking my nipple in his mouth. It hardens from his touch. His mouth works the same magic on the other one. He seems to be taking his time, but I’m ready for him. Any trace of uncertainty I had is gone and I want him inside me. Now.
“Please,” I beg.
“Someone’s impatient,” he says in a teasing tone. “But so am I. Don’t move. ”
I hear the rip of a condom. “I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
I sit up, about to protest, because no way am I letting him take me in the ass. I’m willing to try new things with him, but that’s where I draw the line.
He pushes me back down so I’m on my knees. “I meant doggy style. If it gets too rough tell me. But for the record, I want to do that with you. I want you so worked up that you’ll release your inhibitions.” He hovers over me, his breath hot in my ear and his erection pressing against my entrance. “I want to get to know every inch of you.”
Is it crazy the idea turns me on? I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes himself inside me. I’m so ready for him. When he said he was going to fuck my brains out, he wasn’t joking. His thrusts come hard, fast, and deep. I always thought I’d want sex to be about romance. I never could relate to those people who are looking for causal encounters. But now that I’ve experienced this level of passion, I get it. It’s like my body craves his and demands to be in charge. There is no space for rational thought, only getting to my end goal. The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing and flesh against flesh. Beads of perspiration break out on my body from the heat between us. He gently rubs my ass then slaps the spot he was just massaging. It takes me by surprise. The heat from his hand strings at first, but as it dulls it leaves a tingling sensation. Before I can react he does it again, with a bit more force this time. I grunt.
“Too hard?” he asks.
“No. I can take it.” The feeling borders on pain with a hum of pleasure beneath. I’ve never understood how pleasure and pain could be linked until now. I didn’t expect to enjoy being spanked, let alone allow a man to do it to me, but I’m turned on by everything he does. It’s as if he knows my body better than I do.
He massages the spot and says, “You have such a beautiful ass.” He rubs it again then moves his hand between my legs. My breath catches and a moan escapes my lips as his fingers caress me—my body is so sensitive to his touch. I’m always in control of my emotions, but a storm is brewing inside me and I’m helpless to fight it. He teases me with his fingers while he pounds inside me. Over and over again. I’m swept away and defenseless against the magnitude of its power. I didn’t think it was possible, but I cry out as another orgasm hits me. He takes one final thrust and goes over the edge with me.
“Holy fuck!” he yells as he comes. He takes a minute and then eases out of me. He lies down on his side and pulls me so I’m facing him.
“Ms. Coffee, I’d say that was mind-blowing.”
I’d have to agree. I’ve never before experienced anything like what we just shared.
“You can tell your friend thank you for me,” he says with a wicked grin.
He’ll have to get in line. We take the next few minutes to catch our breath. I close my eyes and try to make sense of the tangle of emotions swarming inside me. I just had mad, passionate sex, so I should feel satisfied and carefree. But knowing he’ll be leaving soon makes my chest ache. How can you experience something so deep with someone only to never see them again? Yes, he fulfilled his end of the deal, but it feels like much more than that.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he traces his fingers up and down my cheek.
“That I don’t want you to leave.”
“Who said anything about leaving? We’re just getting started.”
Relieved, I smile at him and the tightness in my chest eases.
“If you smile at me like that, I’ll do anything you want.”
“Right now I want you to kiss me.”
“Gladly.” He kisses me again, tenderly this time.
Eventually we both doze off, but I’m awoken by his arousal pressing into my back. My body immediately responds. I turn over and he’s grinning at me. “Ready for round two?”
I move his hand between my legs. “What do you think?”
He smiles, a devilish look in his eye, and seals the deal with a kiss.