I love that she doesn’t care about my leg, I actually feel comfortable with her, which is strange considering I don’t even know her name. Briefly she stops, still pushing and pulling my cock with her firm grip. Then she puts not one, but both of my balls into her mouth swirling around and around with her expert tongue. It takes everything I have to stay quiet, fuck it feels good. Then she drags her tongue up my shaft. Looking down at her, I know the second she sucks me again, I’m going to explode. And explode I do. Releasing her hand she takes me deep and I grunt like an animal, releasing the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. As I drench her mouth with my cum, she keeps her movements steady…and slow.
Finally she pulls away and stands before me. “Fuck, that was amazing,” I tell her, wishing more than anything that I was in this moment with Arion.
She begins to unbutton her pants and I can’t believe she wants to bang now. Reaching over, I help her and she steps closer to me. Then someone knocks on the door and we both freeze. “Andrea? You in there?”
Fuck, my boyfriend. She mouths to me putting her head in her hand and shakes it back and forth. Sonofabitch.
“Nah man, I’m just pissing,” I tell him.
“You sure? Her friends said she came in here.”
“I’m fucking sure, check the upstairs bathroom.”
Reaching behind me I turn the water on. It gets quiet and I assume he left. Andrea drops to the floor and looks under the door. Looking up at me she places her finger over her mouth and stays right where she is. Looking down at her, I can’t believe myself. I guess this is one way to work towards getting over Arion.
“Hey baby,” I answer the phone, picking up a basket of laundry. “How was practice?”
“It was interesting and long. I’m so glad it’s over.”
“Oh, me too, I miss you.”
“I miss you. So I was thinking we could eat out tonight, what do you think?”
“Sure, I’m finishing up the laundry now, so I haven’t even thought of dinner.”
“Great, I’ll pick you up in thirty. I love you, Arion.”
“I love you too.”
We hang up and my stomach feels uneasy. There was something off with Bain’s tone. I’m not sure what it was, but it was there. Crap, maybe he is going to propose tonight.
Glancing in our closet, I decide to keep it simple and put on a pair of black, tight pants with an oversized, teal, sheer, button-down top. I pair my outfit with Bain’s favorite heels. Looking in the mirror, I’m ready to head out. Guy is sleeping peacefully on his bed next to the fireplace, so I decide to leave him undisturbed and hope the decision doesn’t bite me in the ass when we get home. He’s been getting into some trouble lately, but I decide to give him the chance.
I go downstairs and wait for Bain. The second that Herbert sees me exit the elevator a huge grin spreads across his face.
“How are you Ms. Arion?” he asks in his ever-proper tone.
“I’m good, how are you, Herbert?”
“Enjoying each breath that God blesses me with, what more could I ask for?”
“I guess nothing. I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. I hate to run, but Bain just pulled up.” Outside I see Carl’s black town car, Herbert opens the door for me and out comes Bain. Messy hair, jeans, and a button-down dress shirt which he has rolled the sleeves up on showing off his sexy tattoos. He closes the door and spots me as I head right towards him.
“Jesus, is this a dream?” he says engulfing me in his huge hold.
“Mmmmm,” I respond breathing him in. He smells of heaven, it absolutely takes my breath away.
“God, I missed you,” he says burying his nose in my hair one more time.
“Me too.”
“We should get going. I made reservations at your favorite restaurant.”
“How did you know I was craving it today?”
“I just knew.”
We get into the car and Carl says, “Hi Arion.”
“Hi,” I respond, then get lost in Bain’s mouth as it finds my throat. He leaves kisses all over me. Soft, warm, affectionate kisses, and I give in closing my eyes. Then I remember Carl is in the front seat and pull away. Bain groans in protest looking at me through hooded lids.
“Later,” I whisper into his ear.
He accepts my offer, although I can tell he doesn’t want to.
“My mom called today,” he says, doing a complete one eighty.
“How is she?”
“She’s okay, she wanted to see if we wanted to go to Costa Rica with them before the season starts.”
“Really? Why there?”
“My dad has a conference. What do you think?”
“I would love to.”
“Good, I’ll tell her. What did you do today?” he asks.
“Not much…worked, laundry, and cleaned a little. I think I got you a sweet deal with Gatorade.”
“Heck yeah, baby, that’s awesome.”
“Here we are,” Carl interrupts. “I’ll get the door for you guys.”
Bain exits the car reaching for my hand. I take it and keep my eyes on his, the way I always do in these situations. Looking around, there are just normal patrons on the street, and no one notices us, it feels so good.
We head inside and get seated right away. Bain requested our normal table…it’s nice and quiet and tucked away in the back of the restaurant with a beautiful view of the Hudson.
“You look stunning tonight,” he says.
“Thank you, baby. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”
“Thanks. So how was Guy today?” he asks.
“He was good, minus barking at his shadow all day. I really think we should consider moving somewhere with a yard.”