Chapter 12
12
MALCOLM
T he time between when she left the bar and I finally locked the front door for the night felt like forever. She’d left a little after nine thirty and texted me her address shortly after. Once she said goodbye to the group, she gave me a wink and a small wave before heading for the door. Bailey gave me a sideways glance that told me she knew exactly what was going on. I didn’t care if she knew, they could all know if they wanted. All I cared about was getting what I wanted.
Her .
Pulling up to her condo, I park on the street and step out, taking her building in. I’ve never been to her place before but I can tell it cost a fortune just by looking at it. I can never afford such luxury on what I make managing the bar, but I like my little apartment and my second-hand books just fine. No one I’ve ever brought home has complained—Ophelia included.
Once I make it to the door, I find the number to her condo and press the call button, the loud ringing sound cuts through the silence of the night. Within seconds her silky voice rings out on the speaker that is affixed to the side of the building.
“Who is it?” she coos.
“It’s me, Malcolm. Open the door.” I try to keep my voice steady and even but the growing tension in my core is making it difficult.
“Hmm…I don’t know a ‘Malcolm.’ Try again.” My eyebrows meet in the middle of my forehead, what is she talking about? I think for a moment before rolling my eyes and blowing out a breath. Little fox.
“It’s pretty boy,” I growl through gritted teeth.
“Good boy,” she affirms with an evil giggle and I hear the door unlock. I wish that her name for me didn’t turn me on as much as it did. Once inside, I make my way to the elevator and take it up to her floor. Taking a few long strides down the hallway I find her door and knock. When it swings open I have to stop myself from howling like a feral fucking dog.
Standing just inside the doorway wearing nothing but a baby blue robe, Ophelia is a wet dream brought to life. Stripped of her costume and makeup, her dark hair is cascading down her shoulders in loose curls. The robe is being held closed by a dainty strap that’s tied in front of her and my fingers twitch from the desire to pull the knot loose to see if she’s wearing anything underneath.
“Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there staring all night?” The confident smirk on her face and the way she’s looking at me nearly has me on my knees for her. I step inside and slip off my jacket, tossing it on the back of one of the barstools and glance around, trying to play it cool.
“Nice place you got,” I comment, taking in the modern features and furniture. My place looks like an absolute shithole in comparison.
“Thanks, I’ve heard that before,” she says with a smirk as she locks the door behind me. She moves through the kitchen and adjoined living room before disappearing into a bedroom. She doesn’t call out to me or ask me to follow, but I do anyway. Once inside what I assume is her room, I pick up the scent of lavender. It’s subtle, but noticeable. The room is clean and tidy and has a few photos scattered around. One on the dresser, another on the vanity, and one hanging on the wall. All three of them are photos of her and Bailey which makes sense since they’re best friends. But there’s nothing in her room that seems to hint at her background or of her family. Interesting. The thing I appreciate the most are the bookshelves stacked with books. There has to be at least a hundred of them.
“How was the party?” she asks, sitting down on the bed and leaning back on her hands. She doesn’t move to close her robe when it falls open, exposing her thick legs that I want to bury my face between.
“Do you really wanna know?” I try, giving her a skeptical look before running my hand through my hair to push it out of my face.
“Not really.” She gives me a little head shake paired with a sexy smirk. There’s a door opened in her room and through it I can see a walk-in shower. An idea comes to mind and I start to strip out of my clothes.
“Mind if I use your shower? I’d like to rinse off the night, if you don’t mind.” Her eyes are on my body as I drop my shirt to the floor. They follow my hands which are on my belt, undoing it at an intentionally slow pace. When my jeans hit the floor, I step out of them, and let her see the growing bulge only hidden by my boxers. In retaliation, she spreads her legs and I can fully see under her robe. My jaw clenches when I discover that she’s, in fact, not wearing anything underneath.
“Only if I get to join.”
“I’d want nothing less.” Wanting to gain control of the situation, I pull the waistband of my boxers down to my ankles and stand proudly in front of her, on full display. Ignoring her completely, I turn and walk towards the shower. I step in and turn the water on, standing just outside the waterfall as it warms up. When it does, I step under it and let the water consume me. Combing my hands through my hair, I wait and listen for her feet padding across the floor. After a few minutes, the glass door swings open and she steps inside.
“I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“Trust me, pretty boy, I hope to be coming many times tonight.” The water surrounds us as we stare at each other. Both naked but not touching. We hold each other’s stare, silently daring the other to make the first move.
“Malcolm?”
“Yes?”
“You’re running up my water bill.”
“And you’re wearing my patience, little fox, so what are we going to do about it?” I know she’s trying to take control of the situation but I won’t let her.
“Are you always this annoying?” she spits and the irritation in her voice causes my dick to grow.
I lean down with a smirk and bring my face to hers. “Only with people I really like.”
“Gross. Stop talking about feelings and just fuck me before you make me sick.” The words tumble out of her lips as she throws herself against me.
I loop my arms around her waist and pull her flush against me. The feeling of having her plump and curved waist in my hands keys me up even further. She ropes her hands through my hair, gently pulling on it as our lips smash together. Noticing a small ledge in her shower, I push her a step backwards and mumble into her mouth.
“Put your foot up.”
She does as she’s told and sets one foot on the ledge, knocking some of the products that were resting there to the floor. With her knee at a ninety-degree angle, I have full access to her center. I drag a hand to her front, stopping for a brief second to knead one of her breasts with my hand and flick her nipple with my thumb. She gasps at my touch and digs her nails into the back of my neck. My hand continues to travel south and once it reaches her hip, I feel her arch her back and move her leg so her hips are even wider.
“Oh? Does someone want something?” I hum, dropping my lips to her neck before giving her hip a good squeeze. She moans but doesn’t answer me. “Tell me what you want, princess.”
“I think you can assume what I want, so why don’t you just give it to me?” she groans, pressing her body harder into mine.
“Because I want to hear you beg for it,” I growl.
“I want you to fuck me with your hand.”
“Say the magic word,” I tease, rubbing my hand on the inside of her turned out leg but not giving her the friction she desires.
“ Now.”
I scoff out of a chuckle. “That’s not the word I was looking for but I’ll take it.”
Ready to break the tension between us and give her what she wants, I flip my hand and press my fingers to her pussy. Even with the water soaking us both, I can still feel how slick she is between her legs. Her breath catches in her throat as I slide my finger inside of her and bend it at just the right angle. Her head drops and playfully nips at my shoulder as I use my other hand to play with one of her breasts. As she stands on one leg facing me, she reaches down and takes my hard cock in her hand and starts to massage it. The movement makes me even harder and I bring my hand to the side of her neck and force her lips to mine once more. She pumps me off as I play with her center and the shower fills with steam and the sounds of us getting one another off.
“God, fuck , you’re so good at that,” I praise through labored breaths. I feel her lips pull into a smile as I smash my mouth back to hers. My dick gets even harder between her fingers and I try to control myself so I don’t finish too soon.
“Why don’t you come for me, pretty boy?” Her voice is full of tease and it almost feels like an invitation I want to take. I want to watch myself come completely undone because of her touch, but not yet. I’ve been thinking about having her like this again for weeks and I’m not going to end it after a single shower.
“Ladies first,” I encourage before dropping to my knees in front of her. She’s still standing on one leg with her other foot propped on the small built in seat in the shower. As I fall to my knees for her, I press my mouth to her pussy and feel my ego swell when I hear the noises she makes. Her fingers lace through my hair and hold me in place. Using my tongue, I swipe it quickly across her clit and dig my fingers into her hips so she can’t move. One hand moves to her ass and I try out giving her a playful slap.
“If you’re going to do that, do it like you mean it and mark what’s yours,” she challenges. I lift my hand again and clap it against her bare skin, causing the sound of the slap to ring out in the bathroom. She moans loudly above me and I feel her starting to shake. “God, yes. ”
Not ready to let up on what I’m doing to her, I decide to take it another step further. Reaching up for her chest, I use a hand to pinch and flick her nipples and bring my other hand to meet my mouth. As she stands against the wall, I have full control of her, giving her as much pleasure as I can. After a few minutes of eating her out and playing with her, she’s writhing against me and crying out my name.
“Malcolm, fuck, yes!” She falls over the edge as she cries out my name and is scrambling to pull me to my feet. When she does, she loops her arms around my neck and pulls me into her once more, seemingly unbothered that I still have the remnants of her on my lips. “I’m tired of being in here, take me to the bed, I want you to fuck me like you did the last time.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
She reaches around me and turns off the water before stepping out and reaching for a towel that’s hanging on the wall and using it quickly to dry off. She hands me one she grabs from under the sink and I take it to quickly follow suit. I shake out my hair as she does a haphazard job of drying her own. Once drier than before, she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the bed.
“Sit,” she demands, pointing to the edge of the bed. I do as I say, willingly relinquishing control to her. As I sit perched and waiting, she scans me with her eyes. My tattooed body on full display and my cock still standing at full attention. She takes a step towards me, situating herself between my legs and looks down at me. I close my eyes when she runs her fingers through my hair and without meaning to I press my cheek into her hand as it falls to my face. An odd sense of relief and peace that I haven’t felt with another woman before washes over me. Before I can dwell too long on the oddness of the feelings, she drops to her knees in front of me and my eyes snap open to find her licking her lips and eyeing my dick.
“My turn.”
Taking my cock in her hand, she tightens her grip just enough and slowly wraps her lips around the tip. Then, she pulls her hand down my shaft and follows it with her lips all the way to the very end. She sucks and releases my dick from her mouth over and over again as I hold myself up on the bed with my hands behind me. Her tempo increases and when it does, I bring a hand to her head and loop her espresso colored hair around my fingers.
“That’s a good girl, taking my cock so well with that pretty mouth of yours. Look at you, you’re such a little slut for it, aren’t you?” She lifts her lashes to look at me and nods her head twice. “Suck me off like the good little slut you can be.” This seems to turn her on and she starts to work me harder. Taking a hand, she brings it to my balls and softly plays with them in one hand and causes a fresh wave of ecstasy to crash into me. I almost lose it completely when she takes my dick out of her mouth, looks me in the eyes, and slaps her tongue with it. My head falls behind me and she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. I feel myself coming way close to the edge so I push her away and frantically attempt to pull her up.
“You aren’t making me come like that, not tonight. Get up here and get on your knees.” She smirks at my demand and slowly lifts herself from the floor. When she positions herself on the bed, I notice the mirror that’s leaning on the opposite wall. The way she’s sitting up on the bed gives us both a front row view of what’s about to happen. What I’m about to do to her.
“Condoms are in the bedside table,” she instructs. I look towards where she’s talking and open the drawer. Sure enough, there’s a box of Trojans waiting inside. I take one out and slip it on quickly before kneeling on the bed behind her. Her eyes find mine in the mirror and I’m once again met with a deliciously evil smirk.
“You like to watch, little fox?” I ask, bending over her from behind and collecting her hair in my hand again. She sucks in a breath as I pull her hair back, causing her chin to tilt upwards and her back to arch.
“I think we both know the answer to that.” She gasps out in pleasure as I grab my cock and tease her entrance with it. She’s soaked and ready but I’m not going to give her what she wants just yet. Watching her squirm in needy desperation is too good to pass up.
“Then let’s give you a good show,” I say before sinking myself inside of her. She cries out at first and pulls herself free from my grasp, dropping her head towards the bed. When her eyes find mine in the mirror, I watch as her cheeks flush with a fresh wave of ecstasy. I brace myself on my knees behind her and grab onto her hips for more leverage. The way she takes me is unlike anything else I’ve experienced and part of me wants this to last forever.
“Fuck me harder,” she pleads from in front of me.
I push myself into her harder, deeper, and I feel the muscles of her pussy starting to react. I reach a hand under her torso and grab at her chest, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. Remembering how much she enjoyed being spanked in the shower, I push myself up and land one square on her ass. We both continue to fall into each other like this, her on her knees and me taking her from behind. Several times our eyes meet in the mirror and when they do it’s as if our souls are becoming one and I wonder if she feels the same way. The bed is rocking and shaking along with us and her cries start to get louder. When I know she’s close, I lean over and bring my finger to her clit, adding even more friction where she needs it most. She cries out one final time as she reaches her climax as a guttural moan escapes me, hitting my own.
As we work to collect ourselves, I slowly pull out of her and fall onto my back beside her. She’s still holding herself up on her hands and knees, breathing heavily and looking at herself in the mirror. After a moment, she collects her hair at the base of her neck and lays down next to me.
“You really are a good fuck, you know that?” she jokes, still catching her breath.
“That’s not the first time you’ve told me that.” My arm is slung over my eyes as I speak, trying to regain my composure.
“It’s not the first time you’ve given me multiple orgasms in one night. That’s a good fuck if you ask me.”
I pull my arm from my eyes and roll onto my side to look at her. “I guess this is the part where you tell me to get the hell out. You practically ran out of my apartment last time, something about never staying the night. Does the same rule apply when we hook up at your place?”
She looks at me for a beat, her eyes flicking between my eyes and my lips, almost as if she’s contemplating something. She lifts herself up slightly and catches the time on the clock that’s sitting on top of her dresser before lying back down. “It’s almost two in the morning, why don’t you just stay?”
I can’t stop my eyebrows from shooting up. I fully expected her to tell me I needed to leave. “You want me to stay?”
“Want? I wouldn’t go that far. But I don’t want you driving home in the middle of the night either. You can stay—if you want,” she adds quickly. Something about the way she says it makes me think she’s unsure of herself, or of me. But I’m not unsure about anything when it comes to her.
“I’ll stay.” I lean over and kiss her shoulder which earns me a contemptuous look. “I’m going to go clean up, do you need anything?” While I might own my label as ‘playboy,’ I’m not a neanderthal. Taking care of the women I sleep with is something I always offer should they want it.
“No, I’ll go in after you.” She shakes her head and I can almost spot what I thought might be a genuine smile on her face.
After I get cleaned up and I slip back into my boxers, she takes her own turn in the bathroom. I sit on the bed and wait for her, unsure of where she wants me to sleep. When she comes out, she’s wearing a silk pajama gown that’s lined with lace. My eyes grow wide at just how naturally beautiful she looks as she stands in the doorway. Her dark hair falling behind her and how her cheeks are flush and pink. She pulls her lips back into a half smile when she notices me waiting for her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Waiting for you to tell me where you want me to sleep. I’m not sure if it crosses our ‘just sex’ rule if I sleep in here with you or if you’d rather I sleep on the couch.”
She studies me for a second before looking around the room apprehensively. “You can…you can stay in here with me. But no cuddling and absolutely no spooning.” She waves a hand sharply in front of her to emphasize her point.
“Fine, no cuddling and absolutely no spooning,” I parrot, slipping under the comforter. I hold it up for her as she walks around the bed and slowly slides in next to me, leaning over and turning out the light.
In the darkness, the events of the day hit me like a freight train and I’m overtaken by exhaustion. The fundraiser. The Halloween party. The way she looked at me in the alleyway. The sounds we made when I came home to her after closing the bar. It feels as if I have lived a thousand lives in one night but the one I like the most is the one where I’m with her. My eyelids grow heavy and I can feel sleep slowly starting to take me. Before drifting off, I roll over onto my side to face her.
“Ophelia?” I murmur, my brain starting to drift.
“Yeah?” I hear her whisper back.
“This might be just sex, but I think you’re one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever had ‘just sex’ with.” The words slip out and are the first time I’ve complimented a woman and truly meant it. Something about her makes it hard for me to keep my feelings to myself. And for the first time, I can feel myself actually falling for another person.