Bianca
Walking next to each other down the sidewalks of Manhattan is nice. Before, I was so focused on shutting out the world I didn’t take the time to enjoy those around me. I was so self-absorbed, into my art, that I failed to pay attention to anything else…including my Grans. But tonight, I’m going to change that. Starting with a little casual conversation.
“So, how did you get into the club business?”
“It actually fell into my lap. A couple years ago, a buddy of mine decided to flip some houses, and it turned out to be pretty profitable, padding both our bank accounts.” He looks at me every now and then, giving me a smile that makes me want to melt into him. “Then another friend found a building he wanted to turn into downtown lofts. We were there one night, drinking way too much while trying to plan the layout, and one of the guys decided to take a work light and shine it down from the rafters. That’s how my club, Spotlight, came into existence.”
“That’s a pretty cool story.” I bump his shoulder with mine, and when I do, he grabs my hand then brings it up to kiss it.
“This okay?” he smiles.
“Yeah. It’s a lot okay.” I return the smile.
“Here we are.” He points at a little hole-in-the-wall pizzeria. He opens the door for me, being the perfect gentleman I’m discovering him to be.
“Thank you, kind sir.” I do a little curtsey before walking through the door. “Oh my God! This smells so good.” I feign my knees going weak.
“It does. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” He holds up two fingers. “Two please…corner would be nice.” He hands the hostess a twenty.
“I’ve lived here almost all my life and I’ve never ventured in here.” I look around and am instantly in love. Everything in here is quaint and traditional. Very homey.
“Best pizza in town. “ He leans forward, licking his lips and suddenly, the pull between us is so strong. The table is our only barrier.
“Ford…I-I, ummm…” I try to put into words what I’m feeling, but something pulls me back. Maybe it’s all in my imagination. It has been a while since I’ve been with a man.
Reaching across the table he grabs my hand. “Don’t. Just go with it.” He strokes my hand, easing my mind while putting my body on high alert. I’m pretty sure I have a “Fuck Me” flashing neon sign above my head.
Both of us scarf down a few pieces, satisfying our hunger, but the craving for something else is still there.
“You ready to get out of here?”
I nod.
He raises his hand for the check, and after boxing up the rest of our pizza, we are out the door. We get halfway back to the house when all of a sudden, he pushes me up against a building, claiming my mouth as his; tongues twisting, teeth clashing, a kiss wild and with abandon. Dropping the pizza box, my hands fly to his hair.
“Ford.” I breathe his name between nips. He brings his leg in between mine, applying pressure to all the places I need it the most.
“I know…” He slows the kiss down, changing our pace until he stills, breathing rapidly, resting his forehead against mine. “Let’s get back.” He gives me a final peck before he starts leading us home.
“The pizza.”
“Huh?”
I turn and pick up the box. Finding the nearest trash, I throw it away. “I better free my hands just in case there are any more impromptu make-out sessions.”
His boisterous laugh echoes around us. “Perfect plan.”
“You think it will rain before we get home?” I take our hands and point to the sky.
“Not before we get home.”
His words make me feel all sorts of things that I shouldn’t be feeling. I mean, I basically just met the guy.
“Shit.” Ford is feeling around in his pockets. “I left my wallet back there. You okay to head home, and I’ll catch up?”
“I can come with.”
“That’s okay. Just get home before it rains. I have to make a quick call anyways.” He gives me a playful pat on the butt before he runs off.
He didn’t even give me the choice.
Was it me? Did I do something wrong?
Feeling a light sprinkle, I pick up the pace back to the building. Running upstairs, I wait for him to come, but minutes turn into an hour.
Maybe this was a bad idea?
Locking the door, I change my clothes and hop into bed. I pretend that whatever I thought I felt was just a dream and let slumber take me under.
Eventually, I hear him knock, calling my name.
“Bianca, open up!” His voice grows louder, the pounding, harder.
“Go away!” I holler, pulling the sheet up over my head. Maybe if I hide, he’ll leave me alone.
“Not happening, babe. Now, open the goddamn door.”
I dig deep to find something witty to say. “No!”
No? That is so brilliant, B. What a way to be creative.
“B…” I hear his head bang up against the door. Maybe he’s giving up. “Come on. I need your help.”
“Should have thought about that before you did what you did.” I’m not sure what he did, but if I let him in now, I’ll let him into my bed and well…that would be bad — and so good at the same time.
“What did I do?” I can hear him pacing the floor, wearing it down.
Throwing the sheet off, I tip-toe to the door.
“No! You know what? If you don’t open the door now, I’ll beat it down.” This causes me to stop dead in my tracks.
“Just something else you would have to pay for.” I mentally check off everything he has repaired so far. The electric, sewer issue, the water line…
“Fine. Have it your way.” He goes quiet.
I can’t have him breaking down the door. I mean, it would be entertaining, but then I would have no privacy, and that defeats the purpose. After what happened earlier, there definitely needs to be a barrier between us. A door that locks…deadbolt and all.
“Hold on…”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what I’ve been doing out here.” His laugh sounds just a tad irritated.
I open the door, unprepared for what I see: Ford Phillips, standing there, soaking wet, unbuttoned shirt clinging to his dripping body. Seeing the water droplets run down his tan, chiseled chest makes me suddenly thirsty. I’m taken aback by the primal urge I have to run my tongue across his golden skin and lap up…Every. Single. Drop.
“Eyes up here, babe,” he says with a smirk.
Moment broken.
“I can’t let you in here; you’re dripping wet.”
“If you let me in, you could be too.”
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Ford
Watching her watch me is driving me crazy. Her body says she wants me; her emerald eyes tell me she needs me. Those same eyes, starving, travel down my chest, a hunger in them that's been there for days. But the defiant lift of her chin tells me she's too stubborn to act on it.
I've been walking around this place for weeks with blue balls, but I've tried to be the good guy. That ends tonight.
After that kiss tonight, there is no way I can walk away. My mouth confirmed what my mind already knew; that she would taste sweet, like honey.
One way or another, this dancing around each other is going to stop. Her brown hair hangs around her shoulders, wild from sleep and begging to be grabbed.
We're in a stare-off; I watch as she continues warring with herself. Then, she makes the decision for me…she licks her lips.
Game on, babe.
I grab Bianca and pull her to me. Instinctively she hops up into my arms and wraps her long, toned legs around my waist like she was made for me.
Turning, I press her back to the wall, causing her to gasp.
"Now, you're sure to get wet," I tease her, kissing her neck, my hands everywhere.
She fumbles to pull the wet cotton from my chest, but it it's not working out…it's sticking. So, I set her down and go to work, ridding myself of the wet clothes, eager to have her hands back on me.
"I already am," she whispers, and my control snaps, ripping away the sopping shirt and kicking off my jeans, I grab her and carry her to the bed.
Laying her on the down comforter, I notice that her T-shirt is now wet and clinging to her skin. I peel it from her body, inch by inch, throwing it down. Then, I notice she's not wearing panties. Holy hell!
Pulling her hips toward me, I climb between her legs, and she grinds up into me. Gaining the friction she desperately seeks. When I feel her wetness coat me, I nearly passed out from the sensation how amazing it feels. That’s when I pull back, and I realize I've nearly put us both at risk.
Shit! What a douche move.
Her mouth is on my ear. Every little breath, every gasp, every moan is meant for me, and it rocks me to my core.
"B."
Moan.
"B."
Sigh.
"Bianca, listen to me. Condom." At the mention of the word, her eyes fly open, and she looks at me. “I'm clean." I rasp out.
"Me too," she nods and wraps her feet around my back, tugging me closer, and I slide into her depths in one swift motion, her eyes still locked on mine.
Seeing her like this, I can barely contain myself. My hips jerk forward, and we begin to move together.
Holding back is nearly impossible. My hands roam her body greedily, the pressure building.
“I need you.” She wraps her body tighter around mine, pulling me down on top of her, taking all my weight.
"Babe, whoa. Slow down." Using my arms I lift myself just slightly, adjusting the angle, hitting her deeper. “I'll crush you," I warn her.
"I don't care," she sighs, clawing at my back, my self-control hanging by a thread.
Looking down at her, face framed between my hands, eyes hooded with lust, I feel something.
It's not just her smoking hot body…or the fact that she's got a smile that can light up a room. She's stubborn and loyal and creative. She's just her. She's not like anyone else I've ever encountered. That, combined with the attraction I feel to her, is a little scary.
Deciding to save those thoughts for another time, I capture her mouth with mine, careful to keep my weight off of her.
Tongues tangling in a dance of passion, our bodies find a rhythm in rocking together. But, I need more. And the way she's writhing beneath me, I know she does too.
Picking up the pace, I take her over the edge. She screams out in pleasure, and I crash right after her, giving her every last part of me before falling to the bed next to her, pulling her over on top of me.
I'm not letting her go.