“Why are you buying a house? When you don’t seem to care much about the details.”
I exhale and lean back, wondering if I should tell her about my mom. I barely know her, but figure I’d rather be up front now. “I’d like to be close to my mom. She’s having some health issues and needs me right now.”
“Nate, that is very sweet of you.”
“Thanks,” I say, wondering how to change the conversation.
“Have you been in real estate long?” I ask.
“Not too long. But it’s always been my passion, so I’m happy to finally be doing it full-time. What about the gym? Is that what you’ve always wanted to do?”
I smirk at her and love how easy the conversation has been between the two of us so far. I swear she almost melts when I look at her like this. “Nah, not really. I kinda stumbled into it. My buddy needed some financial help, so I agreed to partner with him.”
She smiles again, processing what I’m saying, and I realize how apropos it was to say I stumbled into the gym. Hell, when I agreed to help Nash, I had one leg and was a wreck. Thinking about it, “stumbled” might actually be the perfect way to describe it.
The waitress sets our food down, and I realize then that we both ordered the same thing. “There is no way you are going to eat all of that,” I tease her.
“The hell I won’t,” she says far too loudly.
“Wanna bet?” I ask.
I can see the seriousness in her eyes; she is absolutely going to eat every last bit of it. I shake my head and dunk a few fries in some ketchup, getting ready to sit back and watch the show that Elania is about to put on for me.
Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her lips are so good. I can’t stop my hips from moving as I knot my fingers tightly into her hair, basking in pleasure. I get lost in her movements and her noises. My hand finds her dress and I clench her cunt, before rubbing vigorously back and forth on her sweet spot. She’s not wearing any panties, and quite frankly, that doesn’t surprise me.
She pulls away and looks up at me. “Can I fuck you?” she asks.
I nod my head and watch her open the center console, pulling out a condom. Such a good girl. Looking around, the parking garage is empty, and thanks to her tinted windows, no one could see in if they wanted to.
She tears the package open with her teeth and I roll the condom on. Then she straddles my lap. Her hot * hovers above me as she looks intently into my eyes with need…a need I can fulfill. Waiting for her to move is excruciating.
“Kiss me,” I order, knowing that this will get her body to go. The second our mouths connect, she whimpers, giving in. My cock slides effortlessly inside of her. Taking my hands, I brace her hips. But I don’t move her. I sit back and let her work.
My body is full of so many emotions. From spending the day with Elania and my perpetual half hard dick, to stressing about my mom, to craving only Arion to make it all better…my mind is simply fucked up. Which is how I found myself calling Andrea, which I never do, but I got desperate. I needed her to clear my mind, and now here we are in the parking garage of her work, my Arion fix bouncing on my dick while I’m still replaying things over and over in my head.
Checking the clock, we don’t have long. Closing my eyes, I imagine Arion on top of me and let her move. Her *, so warm, and she faintly sounds the way Arion did. Reaching my hand under her dress, I find her tits and squeeze hard, then move to her nipple. She moans in liking. “Yes, Nate, touch me.”
Watching what my cock does to her as she works me by herself moves my body to the edge. Then it hits me, and I let go, bucking my hips under her. The instant I grunt out in pleasure, Andrea screams herself, coming along with me.
Finally I open my eyes to see she is smiling at me, so sexy with her messy hair from my hands playing with it. I laugh a little when I try to tame it. She leans into my touch and says, “Leave it, that way I’ll remember this moment when I look in the mirror.”
Alarm bells go off yet again at her words. Lately she has been getting clingy, saying little things like that, insinuating that we should be together. Don’t get me wrong, she’s amazing and all…but beyond the Arion look-alike bit, she’s just not someone that I am looking to move on with. Hell, I don’t think there is anyone that I want to move on with.
“You gotta get back to work,” I tell her. Typically I call her “babe.” It’s just a habit…I guess…or the more fucked up truth, if I’m gonna be honest with myself, is that it lets me disconnect from her enough to keep her in Arion mode. Jesus, I am such a mess. But now I wonder if it’s led her to think I want more. I wonder about a lot of things, worrying about more things than I should, and sometimes I drive myself crazy with the constant mindfuck and the what-if’s.