Chapter 8
8
OPHELIA
W hen Jason asked me if I wanted to meet him at Butcher and Block for a drink, I’d forgotten that Malcolm worked there. I’d seen him here a couple of times in the past when Bailey and the guys came to hangout while he worked but it hadn’t crossed my mind until he was standing in front of me on the other side of the bar. His long, dark hair fell around his shoulders and his tattooed arms stretched the black polo I assumed he had to wear as his uniform. ‘Butcher and Block’ was embroidered across his heart and with the way the words curved I could easily remember how developed his chest is. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip as I think about the night we shared three weeks ago.
“Ophelia, did you hear me?”
I blink and look back at my suitor for the evening. I’d met Jason at a client function this week and when he asked me to get a drink, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. He’s handsome in the traditional sense: chestnut hair, round face, and wears golf shirts to formal functions. Nice. Fine. A far cry from the muscled up, tattooed body I’d let take me home not so long ago.
“Yes! Yes, that’s so funny. I’m glad everything worked out for you.” Truthfully I had no idea what he had been saying because I was only half paying attention. After Malcolm walked away, nearly scaring Jason off for good with his comment, I quickly told him that Malcolm was an old friend who was also a pathological liar. Things seemed to settle after that and I tried to pay attention to what he was saying. More than a few times though, my eyes would drift to the other side of the room to take in the bartender who was mixing drinks and making people laugh as if it was nothing.
He’s taller than me but not by much and has tattoos littering his body. From what I remember, his skin is covered in them from head to toe with the exception of his face and his manhood. Even his fingers are dotted with them. He’s also strong and muscular in all the right places. Lean in the torso but thick in his arms and legs. I didn’t have to ask to know that he follows some sort of intense workout regimen. Looking at him from across the crowded restaurant, I can see his charming smile that I’m sure gets all the girls to smile back. The crowd around the bar has thinned out over time and he’s leaning over it, talking to a girl. Her face is hidden to me from where I sit but when she throws her head back laughing and he leans in closer to her to say something, I can’t stop my brows from gathering in the center of my face. When she reaches across the bar and grazes his arm, his eyes flicker to me and his smile grows just enough for me to notice. He caught me watching him and he seems to be enjoying the fact that I am.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” I ask suddenly, cutting Jason off mid sentence.
“Uhh, sure, yeah. I got this.” He pulls out his wallet and drops a fifty dollar bill on the table—far more than what we owe—and I smile back at him, impressed by his show of resources. “You ready?”
“More than ready,” I purr, tucking my chin into my shoulder and giving him a sexy smile. He offers me his hand which I take, carefully stepping down from the stool I’m on and hang on to him as we head towards the door. As we walk by the bar, I flick my hair over my shoulder as I pass Malcolm and catch his eyes, smirking at him as I follow Jason out.
And I swear as I’m turning my head back towards my date, I see his nostrils flare and his jaw clench as a scowl grows across his face.
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“Oh. Please. Yes. Just like that.” I sigh, trying to pretend like I’m enjoying myself. I’d offered to take our date back to my place and Jason happily agreed. After a glass of wine and some chatting, we’d managed to find our way into my bedroom. Clothes were strewn across the floor and Jason was on top of me, pulsating in such a way that I’m sure he saw in a porno and thought women enjoyed. When will men learn that porn is a performance and not a good example for what women actually want in real life?
“I think I’m close,” he grunts with his head tucked into my neck. Thanking God that this lackluster night is finally coming to an end, I roll my eyes to myself and put on my best performance. I moan and whine underneath him, and cry out as if he’s the best I’ve ever had. I know there’s something in the girl code that says we shouldn’t fake it but Jason is a nice enough guy that I think if I don’t, it’ll crush his spirits forever. Finally, and with very little time lost, he reaches his finish and collapses on top of me. Sweat has collected on his brow and he’s breathing heavily as if he’s just ran a marathon. Flat on my back, it’s like I just woke up from a nap.
“Did you come?” He presses up on one hand and looks at me hopefully. Oh you sweet poor sap of a man.
“Mmhm,” I lie. My hands meet his shoulders and push him off of me, quickly sliding out from under him and heading for the bathroom. I’m not one for cuddling afterwards because that usually leads people to believing that something more might happen. I clean up quickly and slip on a robe before coming out to find Jason on his back with his hand behind his head with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I mean, I knew I was pretty good but I didn’t think I was that good. I’d hardly even touched the man let alone contribute anything more than a hole for him to use.
“So, what now?” He looks at me and I try not to groan. I hate when they assume they can stay the night. I never let anyone stay the night if I can avoid it.
“Actually, Jason, I have a really early morning,” I draw out my words and hope he gets the hint.
“Oh.” His once satiated expression morphs into one of surprise.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. But I think you should go.” My lips press together and I wrap my arms in front of me, shrugging at him.
“Oh, of course. No problem.” He quickly reaches for his clothes and heads for the bathroom to clean up. Before I know it, I’m walking him to the door of my condo.
“Well, thanks for a fun night. I hope we can do it again sometime,” he tries, shrugging his shoulders the slightest bit.
“Yeah, maybe.” I give him my most polite smile and open the door. When he leans down to kiss me goodnight, I turn my head in time to have it land on my cheek. He pauses next to my face for half a second and I laugh uncomfortably, trying to make things less than totally, horrendously awkward.
“Have a good night,” I say as he steps out of my condo.
“Yeah, have a good night.” He sounds dazed and confused but walks down the hallway towards the elevator anyway. Once the door is closed, I let out a breath and lock the door behind me.
My feet take me across my condo and into my bathroom that’s tucked away inside my room, and stand at the mirror, looking at myself. I primp my hair, study the way my eyes are shaped and the fullness of my cheeks, and pout at myself. “Well, I guess it’s up to me to do what a man couldn’t.”
Then, I pull open the top drawer in my vanity and smile wide at the collection of toys inside. “Hello, ladies.” My fingers wave over the assortment of vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, and other various sex toys I’ve collected over the years. Tossed in the back of the drawer is a single cockring I’d purchased on a whim but have yet to find someone to use it with. Pulling out a bullet and a vibrator that comes in the shape of a C, I take them both plus a bottle of lube and head back to my bed. Before slipping under the sheets, I take my robe off and hang it up on the back of my closet door.
Once settled, I turn on the bullet vibrator and start to tease myself with it. My favorite thing to do is use it on my nipples first and slowly bring it down to my center. Not enough women understand the pleasure that comes from this kind of play which I find to be an absolute shame. Once my nipples are pert and standing at attention, I drag the toy down my abdomen and start to tease myself with it. Slowly, I push and pull it from inside of me and let it linger on my clit for a few seconds, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The muscles in my legs start to tense and I pull the toy away, not wanting to bring myself over the edge too quickly. I repeat the movement again causing my entire body to feel warm. I know how I like to finish though, so I turn on the other vibrator and switch it out with the bullet. I bring the bullet to my nipple again and using the wider end of the C-shaped toy, turn it on and bury it inside me. I turn on the opposite side which is supposed to simulate oral sex and press it down on my clit. As the pressure builds inside of me, I close my eyes and let the feelings consume me. Without meaning to, my mind travels to the last time it felt this good. Images of Malcolm behind me in the mirror fill my brain and I feel myself starting to fall over the edge.
“Malcolm, yes,” I cry out in my empty condo. Every muscle in my body contracts as the toy-induced orgasm rips through my body. Unable to take it any longer, I remove the toys from my body and turn them off as I try to catch my breath. Once my brain reconnects itself and I get my bearings, my hand comes to my mouth when I realize what just happened.
Malcolm, with the help of a few of my friends, managed to make me come without even being in the same room as me.