24. Night with The Red-Blooded Woman
24
Night with The Red-Blooded Woman
W hen a man makes you cum from his mouth and fingers alone without asking for anything in return, you accept his offer to cook you dinner the next night. At least that was Nicole’s line of thinking. And she had no qualms about it.
Taken on dates by millionaires was nothing new to her. Millionaires had wooed Nicole by trying to seal the deal with her. This was different. Spencer wasn’t a mark. For the first time in years, he was someone she was interested in knowing. He wouldn’t be the new leading man in her happily ever after. Women like her didn’t have fairytale endings. Rather, Spencer could be a safe, judgment free place to go to when she needed it.
That, and a mind-blowing orgasm.
Another way Spencer differed from the men who wined and dined her before was he planned on doing it in his home. With his own cooking. Nicole liked an up-scaled restaurant as much as the next person. However, there was an intimacy to eating a meal specifically prepared for you that couldn’t be beaten. Until Spencer, no man ever offered to do that for her.
Any man after Spencer would have a high bar to clear. That was the thing, though. Nicole wanted to believe there wouldn’t be anyone that followed him. Partly because she wasn’t sure she could do this again. The song and dance of becoming invested, building trust, and the inevitable breakup when things fell apart.
Spencer wasn’t like the other men in her past, but that didn’t mean the outcome wouldn’t be the same. It could even be worse, because she wasn’t playing a character around him. Nicole had simply been her authentic self and somehow won him over. But would it make him stay?
Nicole rode up to Spencer’s penthouse, wearing a fitted off the shoulder burgundy dress that fell above her knees. The top portion and color choice were bold compared to her normal attire, but the night called for it. When the elevator doors opened, the smell of lobster filled her senses.
She walked past the living room and rounded the corner, watching Spencer by the stove for a moment without him knowing she was there. His navy button-down was rolled up on his elbows. The first two buttons were undone, and he had his Clark Kent glasses on. The sight had Nicole squeezing her thighs together.
“You look like you’re having fun,” she commented, entering the space.
His eyes flew to the voice, taking her in like she’d done to him. “Where have you been hiding that dress? I swear if you just bought that, we’re going back to that store and buying it in all the colors they have available.”
“This old thing? It was a gift.”
“Now it’s one for me.”
Nicole couldn’t stop smiling at him. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
“Oh this? This is my cleaning shirt. I only have it on because I didn’t want it to get dirty when I was making our food.”
“Can you keep it on? I like you in it. I mean, I like you in a lot of things, but this look is really doing it for me.”
“Duly noted.” He smiled, pulling her in for a quick kiss.
She kept him there, kissing him like she was desperate for him. Because she was. Nicole never wanted to admit to needing someone. It was beneath her. Which made it more sobering for her to realize she needed Spencer in a way she never needed someone before. And for the first time, she would proclaim it over and over again if he asked her to.
When it was time to come up for air, Spencer laid a kiss on Nicole’s forehead. “I would kiss you all night if I could, but I made a meal I’m actually proud of. I would like to see you eat it. Plus, I think we need to have a conversation before this goes any further. Is that okay?”
Nicole agreed they needed to talk, but something about how Spencer said it made her worry. She hid it and said, “Yeah. That’s more than okay. Do you need my help with anything? I know my way around the kitchen.”
“Are you sure about that? Remember, I’ve seen your fridge.”
“It’s only bare because I don’t make time to cook. Rest assured, I know how to.”
“I believe you,” he relented, pulling back a seat to the dining table. “That’s why I want you to sit here and relax while I pour you a glass of wine and put the finishing touches together. I don’t want you to do anything, but relax.”
“Okay.” She didn’t put up a fight as he went to get her a drink. But there was only so much relaxing Nicole could do until she knew what Spencer wanted to talk about. Surely, it was about their relationship. What she wasn’t sure about was how he felt about it. He came back with the wine and she sipped it, grateful to have something numb her nerves.
When dinner was cool enough to eat, Spencer brought the dishes over, along with the bottle of wine. A golden brown crusted lobster mac and cheese with four different layers of cheese and a grilled shrimp salad to top it all off. “What made you think to do this?” she asked, her mouth watering.
“I took one of the few meals I knew how to make, then I fancied it up. The first attempt ended with the crust burning.”
“You’re lucky Nessa wasn’t here. She would never let you live that down.”
“Don’t I know it.” He sat down across from her, looking as happy as she felt. “Anyway, I tried again and I have to say I think the result is much better, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
Nicole grabbed her fork and stabbed a piece, pulling the noodle, cheese, and lobster up to her. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
“It was no trouble. I enjoyed making this, knowing it might earn me a smile from you.”
She brought the bite to her mouth, savoring the flavors as soon as they hit her taste buds. She resisted moaning, knowing how much that could rile Spencer up, but it was deserving of one. “It’s amazing, Spence. You did an incredible job. Go ahead, dig in. I guarantee it will be the second best thing you’ve had in your mouth in the last 24 hours.”
His head fell back as he laughed. “I guess I’ll have to settle for second best, then.”
Spencer took his own bite, smiling around the fork. Nicole had never seen him this content, this peaceful in the time they spent together. His worries extended to Nessa, to his sister, and to his mom. Tonight, there was no worry. Just the bliss he had rightly earned, and so had she.
They ate mostly in silent, trading back smiles when their eyes met. There hadn’t been a time in Nicole’s life where she had smiled this much. She wanted to grow used to it, whether Spencer was by her side or not. It was more likely to stay with him around, but she’ll have to learn how to keep it even if he wasn’t.
“You mentioned wanting to talk.” Nicole brought the topic up after Spencer took their plates to the sink. He came back, pouring them their second glass before sitting again.
“Yeah. Fair to say yesterday didn’t go how either of us had planned it.”
“How do you feel about it?”
Spencer reached across the table and took Nicole’s hand into his own. “It was the best night of my life.” When he squeezed her hand, he squeezed out the worry flowing through her. And in a single word, he brought it back. “But—”
“Oh boy,” she sighed.
“No wait, Nicole, listen. There’s a lot going on in my life right now. With Nessa and my sister, and my… business. It’s just a lot. I don’t know how much I can devote myself to a full-blown relationship. I’m not saying we should stop this, but that we should slow things down.”
“You want to be friends with benefits?”
“No. I’m not interested in doing an arrangement like that with you. I told you I’m done with the playboy stuff.”
“Good, because I’m not a spring chicken, Spencer. I’m not interested in doing that stuff either.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m asking can we slow down what we’re doing, not changing it.”
The tension in Nicole eased, but she was still on high alert. “What would slow look like for us?”
“We see each other as much as we can. We call each other as much as possible. Not out of a sense of obligation, but because we both want to hear each other’s voice. A weekly date night. That’s what I can handle right now. ”
It wasn’t the worst thing Nicole had ever heard. It was a reality check. Neither one of them planned on this happening or had their lives prepared for a relationship. Spencer had Nessa to consider, and William hadn’t yet been eradicated.
If they were going to do this, they needed to do it smart and go into it knowing how much each other could offer. That was what Spencer was doing. It was smart. While also being infuriating. Nicole wanted to live in wonderland with him, not have their bubble burst like this.
“Everything you’re saying makes sense. Not only for you, but for me too. I have my business to grow. I’m working on bettering my relationship with Maya. Going slow makes sense.” Nicole wondered if Spencer could hear the disappointment in her voice. She tried to disguise it, but it wasn’t her finest performance.
“There’s a but, isn’t there?”
“I wish there wasn’t, but yeah. I don’t want you to think I’m being selfish, or that I want more than you can give me, because that’s not it. I guess I had different expectations for us. Nothing deep like living together or marriage, but bigger than what you described. Which is fine. You’re figuring out your new normal, I respect that. I just wish this was the norm.”
Spencer didn’t say anything. Nicole began to think she had overstepped. She stood from the table, grabbing the bottle and her empty glass. “I’m sorry. You told me you haven’t been in a meaningful romantic relationship before and here I am, coming into this with comically large expectations.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“Too late.”
“You’re allowed to feel how you feel, Nicole.”
“Then how come you don’t look happy about it?”
Spencer rose from his chair, moving towards her. He grabbed the bottle and glass from her, placing them on the table behind her. “I’m not unhappy. I’m processing.”
“Processing or debating? Wondering if you should even bother doing this?”
“Hey, no. Where’s this coming from?”
“I don’t know, okay? Maybe it’s the wine. Or that you’ve had your mouth on me now, and I can’t stop thinking about how good you make me feel. Or the fact that I don’t want anyone else but you. Maybe it’s all of that.”
“I’m not debating. And you’re not alone in those thoughts. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Your sounds, your taste, your touch. All of it is stuck in my head, and I’ve got nothing else up there but you. That’s a problem, because I can’t give you all that you want. I can’t give you all of me, but I’m hoping that what I can give is enough for you for right now. And if you’re patient with me, I can give you everything you deserve from a partner and more in due time.”
It wasn’t Nicole’s ideal scenario, but it didn’t need to be. “I’ll take any of you I can get. I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you, Aiden Spencer. I can wait a little longer.”
Spencer brought her into a hug, wrapping her up in his warm, safe embrace. “It won’t be that long, I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I can wait. I will wait, because I want you.”
He tipped her chin up to him and gave a sweet, but all too quick peck. “I have a meeting tomorrow or else…”
“I get it. Though one of these days you should probably tell me what exactly it is you do,” she teased, getting him to blush.
“It’s boring stuff. You know what isn’t boring? Dishes.”
“Subtle. Not.”
Taking a cue, Nicole gave Spencer a hand and dried the dishes he washed. Why he was a millionaire without a dishwasher, she did not know, but decided not to ask. After they finished, he walked her to his elevator.
“Sure you don’t want me to walk you to your car?”
“I’m sure. I don’t need the temptation.”
“What temptation?” Spencer asked as she pressed the elevator button down.
“You know… to drag you into the backseat of my car and, well… I’ll let you finish putting that picture together.”
“That… certainly would be the opposite of slow.”
“Yeah. We wouldn’t want to do anything fast, would we?”
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Spencer watched her step onto the elevator and pressed the button to the lobby. “Not yet, anyway. Soon, though. Hopefully soon.”
Spencer spoke like he was a live wire. Nicole was willing to bet with a few words, he could be set off. “Right. Soon. In the meantime, I’ll have to find a way to keep busy. A girl got to have her needs taken care of somehow.”
The split second before the elevator doors could close, Nicole saw it. The change. It was written on Spencer’s face, and spoke through his actions. He stuck his hand out, stopping the doors from closing. He stepped inside like a man possessed, crowding her until she was backed against the wall.
“Say that again.”
“You heard me.”
Spencer brought his hands down to her waist, lifting her up and holding her there. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, waiting for what he was going to do. His lips hovered just above hers, the tips of their noses touched, and she could feel his warm breath.
“This isn’t slow,” she reminded him, her breath tickling his chin.
“The only slow I’m thinking about right now is how agonizingly slow I’m going to tease you with my cock.”
Spencer’ s hips ground into her, giving her the friction she so badly wanted. “You’re going to take your time with me, huh?”
“Punish and tease you like you love doing to me.”
“I don’t think you can do that.”
“Why not?”
“Take a peek.”
He followed her eyes to the end of her dress. Spencer slid the bottom part up, exposing her bare skin to him. His eyes widened when he realized she opted out of wearing a certain undergarment today. “Jesus, fuck. You came here like this?”
“Why waste underwear? I had a feeling you’d take them off, anyway.”
“Nicole.” Her name came out like a growl. He dropped the material and moved his hand up the inside of her thigh, not stopping until he felt the slickness between her folds. He drew his finger up and down her slit. “Is this what you did last night after I dropped you off? Did you think about me, touch yourself, and cum thinking of me?”
“Want a demonstration?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. She knew it was yes.
She unwrapped her legs from around him, but kept his hand in between her thighs. “Two fingers,” she directed, guiding his hand.
“That’s it,” she moaned as he pushed his digits into her. “You follow instructions so good.”
Nicole moved her hips, matching his rhythmical pumping. She had already been wet enough for him to take. It was seeing him lose control. Hearing his dirty talk. Watching him be transfixed by her that left Nicole dripping.
When she sufficiently lubricated Spencer’s fingers, Nicole took his hand out of her. She brought them to her mouth. She licked herself off of him. As she swirled her tongue around his fingers, she kept eye contact with him.
“That is how I did it, and how I’ll keep doing it if you don’t take me yourself.”
Nicole was the one who was on the edge, but it was Spencer who looked ready to fall off of it. He leaned her into the elevator wall. She could feel the same hard press of him against her wetness. Except today he would satisfy the hunger they shared.
“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he said, already out of breath. “I didn’t think this would happen so soon. I didn’t buy condoms—”
Nicole stopped him and pulled the packet out of her bra. “Don’t you know by now that I have you covered? Always.”
He took them, reading the brand. “How did you know?”
“Took a lucky guess.”
Spencer kissed her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips in a quick caress, tasting the red wine that still clung to her. She responded with a soft moan that vibrated through his chest and into his throat. He deepened their kiss with slow, sweeping strokes of his tongue until she was gasping for air.
While she caught her breath, he found a spot under her earlobe that made her shudder. He nibbled it lightly before drawing it into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue around it made Nicole gasp. As eager as she had ever been, Nicole arched against him. Her hips thrusting upward as if she could actually get rid of the ache between them.
Spencer looked at her, smiling at her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were wide open, staring back up at him, searching, hungry for more. “What do you want, babe?” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me what you need.”
“This.” Her hands moved down to his belt buckle, undoing it before sliding her hands underneath the waistband. Spencer groaned as she ran her hand over his cock and cupped his balls. “If that’s okay?”
“If that’s okay? It’s more than okay. Take whatever you want from me, baby.”
Hearing him call her that sent a chill down her spine. She sent one down his when she slid the rubber onto his shaft. Her hand trembled while putting it on, not from nerves but excitement from what came next.
Nicole lifted her dress up, giving him a show of her in her natural state. She guided his length to her center, pressing the tip against her.
“I’m yours, Spencer. Just as much as you’re mine.”
It was the second half of the vow Spencer had given her last night in her office. Hearing her repeat it was all the motivation he needed. His hands went under her, grabbing her ass and squeezing it.
He thrust his hips, burying himself deep inside her. Her legs wrapped around him as they rocked together. She bit the side of his neck and his fingers dug into her thighs as she ground against his erection.
“Babe, you’re so tight,” he grunted. “I might not last as long as you need.”
“We’ve got time to work on your stamina.” She kissed the spot just above his jawline. “Again, and again, and again.”
The word died on her tongue when his thumb found her clit. Nicole threw her head back and Spencer used the opportunity to suck her skin. His thumb drew slow, teasing circles as he pumped into her. With each circle, Nicole grew tighter around him.
She wondered if he could see how hungry she was for him. Never to let her curiosity stop her, Nicole reached up and took his glasses off. She put them on, her vision blurring. “These things help you see how needy I am for you?”
“Among other things.” He grinned, thrusting back into her.
“Just making sure you’ll be able to see me in perfect quality when I’m riding you.”
She could feel his pulse beat quicker inside of her. She started to take the glasses off, but Spencer slid them back into place. “Keep them on for now. I’m nearsighted. I can see you perfectly clear this close.”
“You like pounding into me while I’m wearing your glasses? Does it make you feel like you own me? That I’m no one else’s to touch, but yours? Is that it?”
Spencer’s hips faltered. “You want to be owned by me, don’t you? You want everyone to know who you belong to.”
She bit her lip. “Fuck, you know I do.”
Spencer’s grip tightened. His eyes turned a shade darker. He pulled out and flipped her over. Her hard nipples pressed against the elevator’s cold metal wall. She braced her hands on the railing as Spencer lined up against her ass.
“Tell me.” Her body shivered as he whispered in her ear.
“I only want to be yours, Spencer. Only yours.”
He sank into her, filling her to the hilt with one thrust. She cried out. His name tore from her lips. She could feel him twitch inside of her. Her back arched, and he began to thrust in and out.
“Mine.” He kissed the side of her neck.
“Yours.” She pushed against him, feeling him hit that spot deep within her.
“Prove it. Scream my name so my neighbors can hear who you belong to.”
Her walls tightened. The thought of yelling his name for the entire floor to hear her orgasm made her pussy ache with anticipation. She turned her head, and he caught her lips. The kiss was messy, and hot, and desperate.
“Are you going to give me something to scream for?” she asked when their lips broke apart.
“Don’t fucking pretend you’re not close. I can feel you getting tighter around me.”
“So are you.” She rolled her hips back, her ass grinding against him.
His teeth caught the lobe of her ear. “Not until you come all over my cock.”
“Then fuck me like I need you to.”
Nicole felt his hand in her hair, twisting her head to the side and pressing her cheek against the wall. He pounded into her, their skin slapping together. His hand released her hair, sliding between her legs. He spread her open, and she whimpered.
“Is this what you want? Someone to claim you as theirs? For you to belong to someone so completely like this?”
“Not someone,” she gasped. “You.”
His finger dove between her folds, stroking her swollen clit. His cock hit a spot deep inside her and his thumb pressed down hard. Nicole shattered. She screamed his name as her climax stroke a note inside her that hadn’t been played in years.
Nicole barely had time to catch her breath before Spencer’s lips claimed hers. His fingers were digging into her skin. Their tongues tangled together, sharing something neither of them had the words for.
His lips trembled against hers before he tore them away. Nicole could feel his breath against the shell of her ear. She could sense he was about to say something when his breath hitched.
“Fuck! I don’t deserve you.” Spencer’s last words before he was driven off the edge.
“You do,” Nicole whispered so low she wasn’t sure he heard it over his orgasm.
Spencer buried his face in the crook of her neck and moaned. He filled his condom all the way, disappointing Nicole. The first time she was envious of the damn rubber. But there would be other times. She would make sure of it.
She turned her body around, watching Spencer leave as he tied the condom. When he came back, she put his glasses back on him. “I think I unlocked a new kink for you.”
“Everything about you is a kink for me.”
Nicole’s heart fluttered. “I need to ride you. ”
“Don’t you mean want?”
“We’re past want. Suit up and get on your back.”
Spencer’s grin widened. He picked a new condom from where she dropped them, tore it open, and rolled it on. The next second, they were on the floor.
Nicole had him pinned underneath her, her dress hiked up around her waist. Spencer’s shirt was pulled out from his pants, the buttons on his shirt undone, and the bottom half of his pants were still on. It was a sexy sight.
Nicole ran her hands down his chest, down to his hips. “Are you enjoying letting me have control over you?”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Good.” She rolled her hips forward, his length brushing her sensitive bud. Spencer hissed, his hands grabbing onto her hips. He held on tightly, keeping her in place, but also allowing her to keep moving.
“Christ, Nicole! You’re killing me here.” His legs tightened around her hips. She pushed forward again.
“Oh god…” Spencer panted. He let his head fall back, resting it on the cool flooring. “Fuck me…”
Nicole smiled smugly. Her teeth glinted against the marble design and the elevator’s reflection. She moved her hips, grinding against his pelvis, her body taking him deeper. “I already am. Haven’t you noticed? Not sure what more I can do to make you feel me…”
Nicole’s mouth said one thing, but her body did another. She rolled her hips. Her muscles tightened at the same time Spencer’s breathing became shallow.
He gripped her hips tighter, trying to control the rhythm, but her strong legs kept her in place. He wasn’t getting away from her, but neither was she. Not when the tip of his cock rubbed her G- spot over and over.
Nicole bit her lip to keep the screams that were building inside her contained. But Spencer saw through the fa?ade. “Come on, babe,” he groaned, “Let me hear those moans. You know how much I love to hear them.”
He moved one hand from her hips and brought it up from her torso to her chest. He slid her top down low enough to grab her breast, massaging it. The pad of his thumb pressed against her nipple and rubbed in small circles, eliciting the moans he wanted to hear.
“God, you feel so good.” He pushed himself into a sitting position, his arms wrapping around her. She could feel his breath hot on her neck. It made her skin tingle and her toes curl.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this. Or you,” Nicole breathed before kissing him.
Spencer smiled into her skin. “Same.”
His hand went between them, and Nicole felt his thumb against her clit. The pleasure shot through her like electricity, shocking her pulse. “Just like that. Take me just like that,” she moaned as he rubbed her again.
Every nerve ending kindled in her body, ready for her implosion. It was almost too much. He was too good to be true. After all the lives Nicole ruined, she didn’t think she would get rewarded with someone as pure, and loving as Spencer.
Spencer was a gift. A gift that chose her. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve him, and she didn’t care. She was done questioning why.
She gripped his shoulders, bucking against his cock. Responding in kind, he slammed into her, making her gasp. The heat in her core spread out to her limbs, threatening to burst her wide open.
“Come for me,” he begged, sounding as needy as Nicole felt. “I can feel you. Come.”
“Only if you come with me. ”
He gave her a smile that was too big to be called a smirk. “Whatever you want, baby.”
The last word broke the dam. Nicole threw her head back and let out a primal scream, her muscles spasming as her orgasm hit her. In the last 24 hours, Spencer had given her more orgasms than any other guy she let inside her… ever.
“Jesus Christ, you’re gorgeous.” Spencer watched her ride her climax, her cunt gripping his cock like a vice. Nicole could feel his body tighten, his dick pulsating.
“Take yourself over the edge. Please, please. I want to see you give yourself to me.”
Nicole never begged for her own pleasure. She didn’t believe in it. Thought of it as a weakness, a vulnerability a partner could use to attack her. Spencer changed her perspective. He showed her how beautiful it was, how good it felt to ask for the things she needed. Right now, she needed to see this unbreakable man fall apart because of her.
“I’m there,” Spencer panted. “I’m right there.”
“Look at me, babe.”
His head lifted from the crook of her neck. She caught his eyes, the same brown ones she lost herself in last night. Then the rest of the world faded away. He was no longer in his elevator, and neither was she. All that existed was him and her.
His arms circled her body, his fingers digging into her skin. She held onto him like he was a life preserver. His breathing quickened. His hips bucked. She felt him tense, and then release inside her. The warm flood filled the condom, warming Nicole’s insides.
Spencer laid back, taking her with him. Her forehead rested on his chest. The only noise being their rapid breathing.
“I can’t believe I get to check having sex in an elevator off my to-do list.” His chest lifted with a laugh as he said it.
“You do not have a to-do list.”
“Well, now I do.”
Nicole couldn’t help the smile forming. It was an infectious feeling. “What else would be on the list?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Fucking the woman who owns me in every room of my penthouse? In her apartment. Her office again. In her car. A pool table. Everywhere.”
“I can get on board with that.”
Spencer tugged the zipper down Nicole’s back and helped her step out of her dress. Her bra followed. It was the first time Spencer saw Nicole completely bare, and he reacted like she knew he would. His mouth watered, his fingers twitched, and his gaze went straight from her breasts to in between her thighs.
He enclosed her, going from one side to the other, and pressed kisses on her stretch marks. “You’re a piece of art.”
Her stretch marks were once imperfections her exes forced themselves to ignore when they fucked her. To have Spencer see and cherished them, like he cherished the rest of her body, made her heart clench.
“Which room would you like to hang me up in then?”
“The rarest art resides in my bedroom. And Nicole, you’re the masterpiece among them.”
Spencer picked her up and carried her to his bed. Where they made love with their mouths pressed together in a hungry kiss. Acting as one unit, they moved together, blazing the sheets until they left flames in their wake. There was nothing slow about how they moved.
It was fast, passionate, and consuming. They made a fire together with their desire and want. The more they made love, the more their desire burned and the faster it grew until their world became a blur.
When their bodies couldn’t take anymore, they still couldn’t tear themselves apart from each other. Having to touch something of the other, to know they were still there and weren’t going anywhere. Nicole fell asleep, knowing this pull between them was insatiable, a force of nature neither one of them could ever fight.