- Aiden -
“So do you always go home with guys after the first date?” I asked, opening my front door for her.
She smacked my chest playfully. “No.”
I felt myself glowing inside from her physical attention. She’d kept her hands to herself over dinner, but the brandy seemed like it was starting to take effect.
“I just feel like I’ve known you forever is all.”
“I see.” I headed to the kitchen. “What would you like to drink?”
“Well, I suppose I’ve been mixing drinks all night so…” She rolled her eyes up and pursed her lips. “Can you make a screwdriver?”
“I sure can.”
“Hey.” She wagged a finger at me. “Don’t get the wrong idea.”
I smiled as I put some ice in a glass. I was way past getting the wrong idea. Over dinner, my attraction to her only grew. I always knew she was good humored, but it was fun to see how interested she was in all the different foods. She seemed willing to try anything, and once I got that thought in my head, my mind was a mess of filth.
As I set the vodka on the counter, I saw Lucy pushing the balcony door open, letting the humid night air rush into my apartment. I liked how she looked out there on my balcony. I could get used to her being part of the view.
And for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to not have to say goodbye to her after we hung out, to not have to spend so much time apart. I wondered what it would be like if her easy smile and her generous laugh were just parts of my every day.
I guess I just couldn’t shake the feeling that her presence made me feel even more at home in my own place.
I carried our drinks out to the balcony and leaned against the railing. Her eyes were closed, and she was listening to the sound of the city, smiling into the night, looking sexy and inviting as hell.
“Your drink madam.”
“Ooh madam. I like that. Thanks,” she said, taking the glass with two hands.
“So you know I’m a competitive guy at this point-”
“Uh-huh.” She kept her eyes on me as she took a sip. “Whoa, that’s strong.”
“I’m trying to get you drunk.”
“And if you succeed?”
I smiled. “Then we both win.”
She looked down, her eyelashes casting shadows over her cheeks, but it was too dark out for me to see if she was blushing.
“What were you saying about being competitive?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. I’m dying to know how your date with me compares to others you’ve been on?”
“You mean other first dates?”
“Yeah.”
“This hasn’t been too shabby.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tough critic.”
“Let me finish.”
I took a sip of my drink and set it down on the small glass table by the balcony door.
“You get bonus points, too.”
“For what?” I asked.
She set her glass down beside mine and started counting on her fingers. “Well, you didn’t bring your parents.”
“Obviously.”
“You didn’t ask me any inappropriate personal questions.”
“Like what?”
“Like whether I want kids or have a history of mental illness or am on the pill.”
“What?!”
“You’d be surprised how inappropriate some people are.”
“I guess so.”
“I am though,” she said.
“You are what?”
“Nevermind.” She reached for her drink and took another sip before setting it back down and leaning against the railing. “Let’s see. I also liked that you didn’t check your phone while we were at dinner.”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “Some guys will be on Tinder while you’re out with them.”
“You’re joking.”
She shook her head. “I’m afraid not. And I’ve even asked around, you know, to see if other girls have had the same experience. So I know it’s not just me-”
“Of course it’s not you. You’re-”
“What?”
“Enchanting.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”
“It’s true.”
“Well, you can be kind of charming when you want to be, too.”
“Just kind of?”
She shrugged.
I took a step closer. “Well, I’m glad you think so. I’ve always thought you bring out the best in me.”
“Shut up.” She pushed her hand against my chest but didn’t let it drop right away. Instead she just stood there like she was trying to decide whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. Finally, she sighed and dropped her arm. “And I know I thanked you for dinner a million times already-”
“And that was just before we left the restaurant.”
“But it was a real treat for me to go to a swanky place like that. I mean, I usually think I’m splurging when I get a milkshake with my Potbelly’s Sandwich so getting to try all those new things was exciting.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I’d never had any of those things before. It was like a whole night of firsts.”
I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her close. “And the night’s not even over.”
She looked up at me and I went for it, planting my lips on hers. She kissed me back right away, filling my body with fire as her hips leaned against me.
I parted her lips with mine, slipping my tongue in her warm mouth, tilting my head so I could kiss her more deeply. A little whimper escaped her mouth and it was another first, the first time I’d ever heard her make a sound like that, and I wanted more of it. I wanted her to moan louder, to hear my name on lips as I made her breathless.
I let my hands drift down over her ass, squeezing her round cheeks in my palms. I’d never touched her there, not since I pinched her ass once on the playground and she punched me in the stomach. But this time instead of a pinch, I took two handfuls, and she didn’t stop me.
As her tongue twisted around mine, I felt her slide her fingers into my hair, sending shivers of pleasure down my neck. I curled my fingers around the bottom edge of her dress, scrunching the fabric in my fists until I could slide my hands against her smooth ass.
The feel of her bare skin made the base of my cock tingle. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a thrill like the one I was having groping my best friend’s perfect butt in the warm summer air. And when I realized the whole city might be watching, I decided I didn’t want to share the faces she was about to make with anyone else.
I knew then that I had to steal her away to my bedroom, where my tongue might actually have a chance to go as deep as I wanted it to so badly. I reached a hand around the back of one of her thighs and hoisted it up against my leg, lifting her off the ground until she took the hint and wrapped her legs around my waist.
She slung her arms over my shoulders and took a deep breath as she hugged my neck, her heart beating against mine. I considered closing the balcony door to block out the sounds of the city, but I was in a hurry, and I knew my room was quiet enough that I would still be able to hear every breath she took and every breath I took away.
When we reached my room, I didn’t turn on the light. I still felt like she was some kind of delicate nocturnal creature, like a sudden movement or a bright light might scare her away. And I was desperate not to interrupt what we’d started.
I laid her down on the bed where the soft light from my cracked blinds made lines across her body.
When I straightened back up, I looked at her face.
But she wasn’t looking at mine.
She was looking at my cock, which was straining against the zipper of my jeans, starving for her.