Chapter Ten
The way Lennox made me feel the other night was beyond mind-blowing. I can’t wait to return the favor and make him feel just as good.
Tonight, I’ll have my chance.
Just as we planned, I was able to secure an invite to tag along to his party with Claire and Easton.
Ha!
Little do they know I was officially invited by the host himself.
But my lack of disclosure will have to stay this way.
They don’t want us together.
I think it’s interesting that Claire insisted I drive over to their house and go to the party with her and Easton. That just lends further credence to my theory that she and her husband are actively trying to keep me and Lennox apart.
Too bad for them it’s too late.
Still, since we don’t want to give away our secret trysting, I’ll have to play as if I don’t know Lennox.
Oh, I know him all right. And tonight, after the party is over, I intend to get to know him even better.
I think we’ll still play the “something, but not everything” game, as I love the tease for both of us. That will just make it all the better when we finally do get to the “everything” part.
Mmmm, I can’t wait.
But back to tonight…
Once we leave and I have my car again, I’ll head back over to Lennox’s house.
The party will definitely be over by then, as he told me yesterday when we chatted on the phone that he’ll be sure to clear everyone out once he sees me leaving with Claire and Easton.
Gah, this is so fun.
I’m glad it’s about to be on, as I’m on my way over to Claire and Easton’s house right now, dressed in a skimpy and shimmery gold dress with matching high heels to die for.
Yeah, tonight is going to be special.
Once Lennox sees me, he’s not going to know what hit him.
A few hours later, the party is going strong. Just as Lennox expected, more people than he officially invited showed up.
But that’s okay. It just makes the bash more fun.
Not to mention, it’s more difficult for anyone to notice the moments when Lennox and I are able to get in a quick lustful glance, or even a sweet smile.
Yep, damn near impossible with the larger crowd.
Even Claire doesn’t seem to notice our sly exchanges. And that girl doesn’t miss much.
Well, she may have picked up on a glance or two, but that was earlier in the evening. Now that the party is in full swing and Claire is getting her drink on, she’s pretty much in her own world.
That’s fine with me, as this just gives me more opportunities to fully appreciate how absolutely gorgeous Lennox looks tonight. I’m able to stare more than once when he’s busy talking with people.
Dressed in black pants and a crisp white button-down shirt that contrasts perfectly with his jet-black hair, I swear the man is sex personified.
When he finally feels my gaze on him, his dark eyes flick to mine.
I can’t look away.
In those lustful depths, I see a promise for more sexy times later tonight.
I smile, and he winks at me.
But, oh shit, maybe that was too much.
Easton, Claire, and I are seated in a little alcove off the living room, and I think someone caught that last exchange.
Sure enough, Easton clears his throat and says, “We should probably get going soon.”
I think even tipsy Claire has taken note, as she replies with a knowing “Definitely.”
Good God, these two.
It’s okay, though, because Easton’s attention is back on Claire when she stands up and stumbles, almost falling over.
While she blames her heels for the misstep, I gently take her glass from her and set it down on a nearby side table.
Hooking my arm through hers, I assure Easton, “I got her.”
Claire is a trip on the way back to their house. She’s funny when she’s buzzed. But after a few silly comments, she dozes off.
When we arrive at their house and pull into the garage, she rouses and looks around. “Wow, that was fast,” she says.
Though it was fairly quick with the light traffic this time of night, I have to give her a hard time and call her out. “I think you fell asleep,” I say from the back seat.
Waving her hand around lazily, she leans her head back on the passenger seat and mumbles, “Whatever.”
Okay, my friend is definitely beyond buzzed—she’s drunk.
I know that for sure when she wants to sleep in the car.
It’s kind of funny, but Easton is having none of it. He easily scoops her up and out of the vehicle.
After I hop out, I lean in and give her a kiss on the head. “Hey, you get some sleep,” I say softly. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
With her eyes closed, Claire mumbles, “Yeah, tomorrow, good…”
I tell Easton to be sure to take care of my girl, and he replies, “You know it.”
I do, actually.
Claire is in good hands with her new husband, which is my cue to leave.
After a wave and a warm “Goodbye,” I’m out of the garage and in my car in no time.
And then I’m off to Lennox’s.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get this dress off you,” Lennox rasps as he hikes up the hem of my shimmery gold little number and begins to lift it up and off. “It’s all I could think about this whole night.”
“What’s that?” I ask slyly.
“Getting you naked” is his swift reply.
“Damn, that sounds good to me.”
We’re standing in his bedroom, which is all dark and masculine and just totally fits him.
As he promised, he got rid of the rest of the partygoers after I left. When I returned, the house was empty.
Lennox, ever the gentleman, was waiting for me outside.
We didn’t engage in much conversation, though. When I reached the entryway alcove where he was standing, leaning back against a brick pillar, looking dark and dangerous, he promptly picked me up and carried me up to his bedroom.
We made out like horny teens on the way up the stairs. In the hall outside his room, he put me down. I insisted he ditch his white dress shirt, because I wanted so damn badly to feel his smooth skin, run my hands along his strong abs, and kiss his hard pecs.
He obliged, and I did all of that.
And now we’re here.
Oh, speaking of which, there goes my dress, flying across the room.
“Hmmm,” I murmur as I stand before him in a cute yellow strapless bra and matching panties, “I guess you really were anxious to get that thing off.”
“More than you could even imagine,” he rasps as he drops to his knees and trails his warm, strong hands up along my thighs and back to my ass, where he slips his fingers under my panties.
I gasp.
“You’re making me wet already,” I confess.
He chuckles. “Yeah? Well, I’m about to make you a whole hell of a lot wetter, beautiful.”
And he does.
Oh, does he ever.
With his fingers and his tongue, Lennox once again works me to a frenzy, then takes me over the edge…again and again.
But this time, I return the favor—with my hands and my mouth.
I enjoy watching him lose himself in ecstasy, knowing I’m the reason.
Once again, though we’re bare and now rolling around in his bed, with moments when his cock brushes over or presses against my pussy, we don’t allow him to push in.
No, this teasing and taunting is clearly just too much fun for both of us.
We’re two “players” who could easily make the next inevitable move.
But this is more fun.
Playing this unspoken game has now become a challenge for who can hold out the longest.
I don’t know how much longer I can wait, though. I want to feel his glorious hard cock buried deep inside me.
I’m sure he wants that too.
So now it’s a battle of wills and a question of who is going to give in first.