As he leads me to his car, I can’t help but to feel that he seems so familiar to me. Everything, from the way he moves, to the smile on his face, and even the way he talks while he stares at me with those damn emerald-green eyes. Those eyes of his seem to follow me everywhere I go and yet I find myself wondering, “What am I missing?”
Cocking my head, I listen when he says in a serious tone of voice, “I want to get to know you.”
Right away, I already know that I must guard my heart before he takes it and stomps all over it. Because if nothing else, he already has my attention the minute he says this. While waiting for him to continue, I notice that we have stopped before I look at the Steel Grey Maserati parked directly in front of us.
How ironic, Ben also has a Maserati, but in his case it is black. What is the chance that two men I know would own such an expensive sports car? This indeed is becoming more and more interesting by the minute, especially when Jon is supposed to be a bartender. Since when can a bartender afford such expensive things?
As my thoughts run rampant, I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist and pull me to him, so our eyes meet. He leans down and flicks his tongue out before he licks my lower lip and then bites it sharply. A little whimper escapes me when his hands roam to my breasts as he finds my nipples hard and unyielding to his touch. Then he pinches them between his thumbs and forefingers hard before I begin to squeal in delight. I watch as he seems to search my eyes for something, but then he suddenly releases his grip on me and steps back.
Opening the door, he smiles and then holds it for me in a gentlemanly manner before asking softly, “Shall we?”
Nodding, I climb in and sit before admiring the fine matching grey leather seats and the way the car molds to my body. Matter of fact, there is very little room for anything except for the two of us and perhaps a purse. “Definitely not a family car.” I think to myself as I get comfortable.
After he shuts my door and then gets in himself, he buckles and then waits patiently for me to do the same. Eyeing him, I begin to get nervous because for some reason, I feel that I am getting in over my head. As I stare down at his ring finger and wonder if he is married, he laughs and comments sarcastically with a smirk on his lips, “By the way, I am not married.” Before he puts the key in the ignition and turns it.
Hearing the roar of the engine coming to life, I relax into the seat and begin to stare out the window. There is something about this that doesn’t add up. Should I ask him how he can afford this car? Or shall I let it go and perhaps he will bring it up all on his own later?
Realizing that it doesn’t really matter, I swallow hard and glance over at him. When I do, I find myself fighting the urge to wipe the stray strands of curly blonde hair out of his eyes. It is a pity that I will never see him after tonight. After all, he seems to be much more of a man than Ben ever was.
When I turn my head to stare out the window, I hear a too familiar song blare from the speakers. Smiling, I know this song quite well because it is my favorite. What a coincidence.
Hearing his voice singing along with it, is entirely a different thing. However, the minute I realize that he knows every word to the song, I make up my mind that he is more perfect for me then I could have ever dreamed of and that means trouble for sure. Turning to look at him, my gaze meets his for a split second before he returns it to the road in front of us.
What I see in those eyes, scares me just a little bit. So, I close my eyes while rolling the bottom of my plain purple t-shirt between my fingers and thumbs. When I run my palms slowly over my tan mini skirt, I stop abruptly before realizing that I have only seen that look in a man’s eyes once before, my father’s.
My father would often stare at my mother with that look as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear before they went upstairs. Does this man desire me? At first, I had my doubts because I am not exactly the most desirable woman. After all, I weigh more than I should and some men like Ben have even called me chubby.
Remembering back to when we were still together, he would constantly demand that I lose weight and get a nose job. When he would remark that I wasn’t exactly what he would call “The most beautiful woman in the world,” I would run to the bedroom and cry for hours. Of course, eventually he would always come in and apologize before fucking me.
The real deal breaker for me was when I walked in after a trip to the grocery store, to find him fucking three high school aged girls in our bed. That was two nights ago and ever since then I have been sleeping on Kendra’s couch. Now, mind you I am only 24 and Ben is almost 30, but high school girls? Come on.
“Hey.” He says louder than the music while managing to startle me.
Glancing over at him, I smile and then decide to ask away, “So, how can a bartender afford a Maserati on your salary?’
He chuckles softly the moment I ask the question and then glances quickly at me before answering, “I own the place. Jim didn’t show up for work tonight, so I stepped in. I occasionally must do it when the employees call in sick or just don’t show up at all.”
His voice trails off and then he continues a moment later, “I had wondered when you would ask me that. After all, not everyone can afford an eighty-thousand-dollar sports car.” He smirks while bragging and then lowers his right hand from the steering wheel to my upper thigh.
Surprised by this, I am even more so when he slides my mini skirt up inch by inch slowly and then runs his fingers over my lace panties. Quickly separating my thighs, I welcome his fingertips to probe me and am pleasantly rewarded when his first finger slides under the hem of my panties and begins to tease me. Rubbing in circles slowly, he finds my extra sensitive nub and gives it a gentle pinch before traveling down to my lips.
As he does this, my clit starts to throb with need, and I feel my juices flow between my legs. After a few seconds, he slides a finger around it to make the tip slippery wet, then he circles my lips before entering just an inch or so at first. Wanting to cry out now and tell him to fuck me already, I latch onto the door handle and dig my nails in without saying a word.
“How can he make me want him so bad, so fast?” I say aloud and at first don’t even realize it when he begins to thrust his finger in all the way and then out like a piston. Fucking me harder and harder, I whimper, “God, I want him so bad.”
“Oh no.” I murmur to myself as he smirks and then laughs when it dawns on me what I just said aloud.
Too late now, I might as well enjoy the ride as I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable to happen. Usually, Ben would get bored right before I would cum, and then he would withdraw his fingers. Now Jon will most likely do the same thing because it often takes me far too long to orgasm.
So, surprisingly enough when he thrusts in another finger and then rubs my clit with his thumb, I make a big mess all over his hand. And when the fireworks go off under my eyelids, I realize something very odd. For some reason, my body seems to react to him as if we have been lovers for years and years. We are already so intimate with each other, and we haven’t ever really begun.
This was never the way it was with Ben. Most of the time it felt awkward, so I just never asked for his attention. Of course, this tended to lead to fights that lasted for hours and when Ben would get upset, he would leave.
As I feel the car slow down, I open my eyes in awe to see a mansion in front of us. It is made of an off-color white brick and has ivy growing up the sides. You can tell that it has been around for ages because all the greenery looks like it has been growing there for hundreds of years.
The moment he takes his key out of the ignition, he turns to me and leans over far enough to brush my lips with his before he says softly, “Welcome to my home.”
What seals the deal, and my heart as well, is the fact that after he says this, he unexpectedly gives me an Eskimo kiss. That is the sweetest thing any man has ever done. However, a few minutes later when he slams me up against the wall of the entry way and proceeds to part my legs, I sigh because I am in heaven.
Feeling his hot breath on my neck as he bites my soft skin, makes me moan way before I even feel his head rub my folds. Oh, God. This man is a saint one minute and the devil the next because he can be so sweet one moment, but then the next I want him to fuck me so bad that I end up digging my nails into his cheeks and slamming myself against him.
Getting what I need finally, I cry out, “Yes.” as I feel him thrust deep within me before the dance begins and I feel his teeth sink in.
