Saturday, May 24, 2008
GOD, WHAT WAS I doing?
I hadn’t even broken up with Aly. Yet.
I didn't care. I had to have that girl. And there she was looking at me like I had all the answers. I really laid it out there. She must have thought I was a pushy prick.
I still didn't care.
I know I'd kick my own ass if I let her walk out of there without saying something.
F*ck. The feeling of her, as she hung onto me while we were dancing, made me want to take her to the bathroom and strip her bare, right there in the bar. So, I supposed I kept hold of my control as best that I could.
Say yes, Blake. Ask me up.
I willed her to want it like I did. She was taking too long. I had to kiss her again, while I still had her there, just in case she said no. I reached down and picked her up. I put her back on her stool.
Thank God we were the only ones in the bar and Nate was leaving us alone. I wished the doors were locked and the shades drawn. I would have had her right there. As I sat her back down I shimmied my hips between her legs and I was only a little surprised when she wrapped a leg around to pull me closer. My lips crashed into hers and I couldn't slow down. She tasted like honey and cognac.
I was desperate to be everywhere, in her mouth or otherwise. I couldn't put my finger on why, but one look at her f*cking knocked me in the gut when I walked in and saw her.
She was obviously all strung out from the rain. Her long, brown hair was messy. It was sexy as shit. Those pouty lips and, f*cking hell, her big brown eyes. I couldn't even f*cking look at her. I was totally screwed before she even knew my name. Blake wasn’t dolled-up like most of the women from my past. Not requiring any tweaking, she was gorgeous, just as she was.
Jesus, I really needed to get a grip.
“Come up to my room with me?” she murmured around our kisses. That was all the answer I needed.
“Good choice, honeybee. Kick that drink back.” I took the last half of mine and fished some cash out of my wallet to pay Nate.
“I'm staying across the street. Give me a few minutes to get situated in my room? Where's your cell?” She stood there looking at me like I wasn't moving quickly enough. “Come on, Cocky. Chop-chop.”
I handed my phone over and in no time I heard Seven Nation Army playing from her purse. I thought that was kind of badass.
“I'll call you, in like, ten minutes with my room number. Is that okay?” She looked almost afraid I might say no. She was bat-shit crazy if she thought I'd change my mind.
“That's fine with me. I'll hang here until you call.”
She didn't say anything. She smiled and it was refreshing. I watched her walk to the door and when she went to open it, she turned back around and caught me ogling her. Her petite hands came up in a “ten” and then she left.
I was screwed.
Still holding my phone, I looked down to the number she dialed. Normally, it wouldn’t occur to me to save a girl’s number in my phone.
Honeybee entered a lot more than my phone’s contact list that night.
I waited. It felt like it took three f*cking years. I couldn't get the initial image of her out of my head. I'd never looked at a chick before and immediately wanted to talk to her. F*ck her? Sure. Get my dick sucked? Lots of times. But she was so beautiful and real looking that I wanted to talk to her.
Then, I heard her voice and knew I needed to leave her alone. Her laughs, from across the room, made it torture for me to keep my ass on that barstool.
I had to fight going to her really f*cking hard.
I texted Cory a 'thanks for not warning me' not long after we arrived. He knew I only came for a drink, or so, and then I was going to go break it off with Aly. That got shot all to shit when I saw Blake.
I wasn't going anywhere, until it was to one of our beds.
When you saw a girl like that, like Blake, you didn’t approach. The dumb ones liked drinks; the aggressive ones liked a nice ass-grab as you walked past. It was the smart, out-of-your-league types that had to come to you.
And in my experience the only way to get a reaction from them was to leave them the f*ck alone.
Just enough.
Be the ball. Or, rather, be the bat that they wanted to give a swing with later.
So, I had no choice but to wait and hope. If she approached me I wouldn’t be able to resist her, and I was damn close to breaking my own rule before she came over.
Then she did and I was screwed. I was hers.
Then my phone vibrated and Honeybee was on the screen. I couldn't believe that she actually wanted me, too. I'd got hard just from the text message.
Even if it was for one night, I'd be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.
I stood and yelled a good night at Nate. He was a good dude. I met him a few years before at a beer swap and we'd been buds ever since. It didn't hurt that HLS was his family's bar and I'd recently negotiated a deal where they kept my beer—well my boss's beer technically—on tap.
I walked across the street into the Ashcroft Hotel looking back at her text.
Honeybee: Rm 315
I didn't bother with the elevators and made my way for the staircase that led straight up to the second floor from the large, open lobby.
It didn't take me any time to find the second staircase and then, just as fast, I was on the third floor outside of her door. I felt weird knocking, so I text her back.
Me: I'm here – Cocky
I heard her phone chirp on the other side of the door and then I heard her laugh. A real no-one-can-hear-me laugh. It was so f*cking hot and if I thought my cock couldn't get any harder, I was wrong. Blake opened the door and I almost died. She had on a hotel robe and her hair was freshly washed. She'd taken a shower.
She was fast. I liked that, too. Shit I liked everything about that girl.
“I know this looks pretty cliché, but the airport lost all of my luggage today and I felt so damn filthy from traveling and the rain...” she rambled.
Thank God for airports.
Thank God for rain.
Thank God for terrycloth hotel robes.
Thank God my knees didn't buckle.
I told you. Luckiest f*cking bastard on the planet. That was me. I didn't know what to say. Every time I thought the rug was going to be pulled out, the night kept getting better.
“You're perfect.” She was. She looked like she was probably twenty-three or -four and I tell you what, that body was out of control. A criminal ass. Perfect sized breasts. I wanted to get lost in her for the next few hours, at least.
“Can I come in?” I was the one who sounded cheesy and cliché, but my dick wasn't sharing any of my blood supply with my brain.
“Yes. If you still want to.” Blake turned, walked to the bathroom and flicked off the light, not stopping before she got to the bed. “I thought about what you said earlier. The thing about always wondering what we'd be like? I'd wonder that, too.”
Her voice sounded so confident, but her body read otherwise. One of her bare feet slid behind the calf of her other leg and methodically rubbed up and down. There was something like nervousness in her posture.
It was bittersweet. I liked watching her squirm but hated that she second-guessed herself. So, I did what felt only natural and went to her. I had every intention of rushing her body and knocking it straight to the bed, but when I got to her I couldn't.
Instead, I touched the damp hair that lay across her shoulder and pushed it out of the way. It was then I understood why women loved romantic, vampire shit. Because her neck was so goddamned sexy. Seeing her peach-colored velvet skin, that peeked out above the large robe, made me want to cover every inch of it with my mouth.
I looked at her one more time to be sure she wasn't too nervous. The tip of her nose was flushed pink and her big brown eyes showed her trepidation and desire. I registered it and it was the only sign I needed. No one wanted to be the guy the girl regretted. I wanted to be the guy she couldn't get enough of. The one she never forgot.
I wanted to raise the bar for which every other man was measured against.
As gently as I could I lowered my mouth to her neck. And as I softly as I kissed her lovely skin, she sighed and brought hands to my chest. That taste of her skin was my first hit of Blake. My mouth watered she was so good, but I wanted to know all her flavors, not just her neck.
I knew in those first seconds that I'd never have my fill or run out of places to taste.
I also knew if I didn't get a handle on myself and find some control, my hours with her could easily turn into minutes and I wasn't ready for that yet. I needed to take my time, for the both of us.
I whispered, “Lose the robe,” into her ear, and her breath left her body in a wave. Then she dropped it. I had a hard time deciding if I wanted my mouth or my eyes on her.
My eyes won out. She was a feast. She moved her damp dark hair off her shoulders and offered her body to me. Through all of her nervousness, she never hesitated to do as I said.
I couldn't have stopped myself from staring if I’d had to. Her tinted alabaster chest grew pink under my gaze. But she stood there and waited patiently for me to...what? She would have done anything I said. I could see it in her eyes.
I did what any other man would. I got naked. My clothes were the only things in-between my body and her body getting acquainted. And I didn't want to wait another second.
I reached up behind my back and pulled my shirt over my head. I threw it to the other side of the room; I didn't care where it landed. As I unzipped my jeans and kicked off my shoes. When I looked back up at her and she was smiling. It was a beautiful smile.
“Something you like?” I asked her. Her smile was so big it almost looked like she was about to laugh. “What?” I looked down at myself. I wasn't a supermodel, but I worked out.
Well, I had worked out before.
“I like,” was all she said. Not having any clothes on and both of us standing there naked, I wasn't really sure how to approach her. It was strange.
I was expecting a hot rush, hands and arms everywhere. Sweat. Screams. But in that moment, she seemed to want her own look. So I let her and when I couldn’t wait a minute longer, I took a step towards her, meeting her smile with mine.
“Are you sure about this, honeybee?”
Only nodding, she looked to me with the biggest brown eyes, the colors in them shimmered like a dark amber lager.
“I need to hear you. Tell me.”
“I'm sure.” Her voice was quiet, but steady. “Please, kiss me?”
Please, kiss me?
She didn’t need to ask me to kiss her. Why would she think she did? Her voice was like velvet, soft and smooth, and there is no way I could deny her anything. So, I kissed her.
The sound she made when I slid my tongue into her mouth was so erotic. Like all of the sounds she made, it was pure pleasure.
When I pulled her thigh up to my hip, I heard a whimper behind her lips that made my ears ring.
The purr she made when I positioned her body underneath mine for that first time added minutes to my life.
The way her moans were desperate and needy made me all the more eager to give. She was like my brand new instrument and I wasn't stopping until I heard every noise she'd make, including my name.
I kissed my way down her stomach, all the while watching her reactions. And when I got to her center, her whole body shivered. Blake responded to my every move. My lips found her wet flesh and my tongue outlined the ridge of her sex. Her hips bucked, and I found myself moaning with pleasure from the erotic show.
It was bewitching how the flick of my tongue, or a light graze of my teeth, in just the right spot, affected her.
Her body arched as I took one long, last delicious lick up the middle of her glistening p-ssy. With one finger curled inside her, she came in my mouth. Her orgasm was silent, but her hands clawed at the sheets and her body pulsed against me. It almost did me in and couldn't control myself any longer. I had to have her. I had to be inside her.
I couldn't help the way I went at her that first time. It was almost savage. My body did all the decision-making. I spread her legs and moved myself to her opening without a second thought.
The second I was barely an inch inside of her, she sunk her teeth into her lip. I waited for her to let me know she was all right, or maybe I was giving her a chance to tell me to stop.
She said, “Yes,” and I continued. That first inch. That first time inside. It was f*cking Heaven. I moved steadily deeper and paused again. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open as I made the final push. She was so tight around my aching cock. I watched as lust mired her features. Uninhibited and exquisite.
“Casey?”
At first it sounded like a question she was asking herself, but I held myself there one more second before grinding my hips against her * and then pulling just shy of out of her. I said nothing. Blake's dark eyes dilated as she exhaled and she said, “Yes.” Then, I lost myself. I couldn't get deep enough. I couldn't go fast enough.
She cried, “Casey,” over and over. The harder I came at her the louder she got. I watched as she came, shaking her head side to side like she was telling herself no. Like she was fighting it.
I stilled her face with one hand and made her look at me. “Don't fight it. Let go.” And she did. That sweet p-ssy gripped me and wrung me out. The feeling of her coming around me took me to the edge of my sanity.
I was aware if I kept going like that I could hurt her, but something in the back of my mind told me that in the long run, she'd hurt me much worse.
As I came, she leaned up and kissed my open mouth until I was empty.
I didn't even have the strength to roll over. I pretty much collapsed into her heaving chest as we both fought to catch our breath. I was still inside her and I was so satisfied that I couldn't move.
“Are you okay?” Blake finally asked me when I had lain there with my head in between her perfect breasts for minutes that felt like hours. It took everything for me to lift my head and smile at her.
“Hi,” she purred.
“Hello.”
“What's your name again?” The little minx was playful post-coital. I so dug that.
“Lou,” I answered and watched her face light up.
“It's a real pleasure to meet you, Lou. Mind getting out of me? I need to use the lady's room.” And she wiggled underneath me.
I rolled over to my side and watched her tiptoe to the bathroom. She didn't turn the light on or even shut the door all of the way. I couldn't see anything except her little feet tapping against the tile as she peed. Even that was f*cking cute. I needed serious help.
“I'm sorry, I don't remember if I caught your name or not. I'm at a loss right now if you could help me out...?”
“Excuse me. How rude of me not to formally introduce myself. How un-ladylike,” she mockingly chided herself in an almost believable faux, Southern accent. “I must have forgotten my name and my manners. My name is...Betty.”
“Betty, is it then?” I wondered why Betty, but I went along.
“Yes. Betty,” she admitted and sauntered back to the bed after flushing and washing her hands.
I rolled over onto my back and stretched my arm out to the side, she took it as an invitation to come to me and she was more than welcome there.
“Lou, I have to get up very early and go shopping to replace my lost luggage. You're welcome to stay if you like, but don't feel like you have to. I'm sure I'll be sleeping well tonight.” She barely finished before giggling and curling into me.
My hand lazily ran up and down her side, up to her shoulder and down to that perfect ass. Over and over. I felt her get goose bumps, but I continued anyway.
I wanted to stay.
“Well, Betty. How early is early?” I asked trying to get a sense of what she'd prefer. I didn't want to seem like the guy who couldn't take a hint.
“Well, not too early.” She rolled over and clicked off the light, staying on her side that faced away from me. “I'd be more than happy to wake you up before I go-go.” She laughed at her stupid WHAM joke and I couldn't help it, I did too.
“How would you wake me up? Maybe I'm an awful morning person.”
“I guess you'll have to stick around to find out.”
“You really are trouble, aren't you?”
She only hummed a response. I fell asleep listening to her hum that stupid WHAM song until we both passed out.
I'd never slept so well.