Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
LOUISA
I sprint up the stairs and into the apartment to start cleaning. It’s not dirty; there are just certain things I’d rather not have Sam see on our first date. For example, my box of vibrators on my dresser or B’s copy of the Kamasutra that she leaves in the living room as a conversational piece. In fact, let’s just shut B’s bedroom door and pretend it doesn’t exist.
That reminds me…I kneel down in front of Pepin’s chair so we’re eye level. “Pepin, there’s a man coming over. You better be nice because I like this one. But I mean, if he gives you red flags, then by all means, let me know. I’ll actually listen this time.” He licks me on the cheek, and I kiss the top of his head and scratch behind his ears.
I haven’t had a guy here since Pepin growled at Darrah incessantly the night of Iris’s 21st birthday. Let’s hope Pepin’s behavior was truly Pepin’s judge of character and not a jealousy thing. If that were the case, it would be this dog’s only flaw.
After I’m done hiding things, I run to the bathroom and rip off my sweater. I’m worried my nervous sweating made me stink, and I don’t want to turn Sam off. I quickly wash my pits in the sink and reapply deodorant before changing my shirt.
I change into a long-sleeve shirt and swap my jeans for some leggings. As I spritz on some perfume, I hear a knock at the door. Damn, that was fast!
But when I open the door, it’s not Sam.
“Hi Louisa, do you have two eggs I could borrow? I completely forgot to get some when I ran to the store earlier, and I already started cooking, so I can’t run out.”
“Hey Sarah, of course. I’m pretty sure I have some. Come on in while I run and check.” Sarah is my upstairs neighbor. She’s a young single mom with 3 kids, and we’ve only met because she frequently sends one of them down here to apologize for the noise.
Sarah steps in, and I run to the kitchen to check the fridge. I grab three eggs and bring them out to her. “Here, in case one breaks or has gone bad.”
“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver!” She says that a lot. When I watch her kids while she runs out for a second, when I borrow her things, or even when I water her plants when she’s out of town. All very simple things, but to her, they seem to make a big difference. I can’t imagine raising three kids on my own in the city. The thing I tell her all the time is that I don’t know how she does it.
“Of course, any time.”
I go to open the door for her, but she stops me. “Are you having company over?”
“Huh?” How could she possibly know that?
“The glasses and bottle of wine on the coffee table. I noticed them when you ran into the kitchen.”
“Oh, right. Yeah, I have a date coming over. ”
“Someone you’ve met before?”
“We actually just had our first date earlier this afternoon.”
“Is B out of town again? I haven’t heard her in a few days.” I’ve gotten so used to the noise that I sometimes forget how thin the walls and floors are in this old building.
“She’s in London for a week.”
“Okay, well, if I hear shouting, I’ll assume something is either going horribly wrong or wonderfully right.” She winks at me with a smirk on her face.
Oh no. Now that’s going to be on my mind if things go there tonight. I laugh awkwardly and go to open the door again. “I’ll yell out your name if I’m getting murdered.”
She steps toward the door, rolling her eyes, that smirk still on her face. “Sounds good. Thanks again, Lou. You have fun tonight.”
As she steps out, she almost runs into a wall of muscle standing outside my door. “Jesus! Oh hello. You must be the date.” She whips around and raises her eyebrows so they’re up to her hairline and mouths, “Good job.” I think if she didn’t have eggs in her hands, she’d be giving me a thumbs up too.
Sam stands in the hallway holding brown bags full of our takeout food. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Someone let me in the front door.”
When I texted him my address, I included the apartment number so he could buzz me to let him in. “All good. Sarah was just leaving.”
“I had to borrow some eggs to feed my gremlins.”
Sam laughs at her bad joke and he steps aside for her to walk around him.
Sarah yells back at me as she takes the stairs two at a time. “See you later, Lou. And hey you—” she pauses, looking directly at Sam.
“Sam,” he tells her, assuming she’s waiting for his name.
“Sam. Please don’t murder my friend.”
“I promise.”
Sarah continues up the flight of stairs, and Sam looks at me with a sheepish grin.
“Don’t mind her. She just worries about me when I’m here alone.”
“She’s a very good neighbor for that. And it appears you are, too. I didn’t know people still did that. You know, borrow their neighbors a cup of sugar.” He says it in a teasing tone, so I know he wasn’t put off by her comment.
“I didn’t think so either until I moved in below Sarah.” Remembering that he’s still standing in the hallway, I sidestep. “Sorry, come in! You can set the bags on the coffee table as long as you don’t mind eating in the living room. This place is too small for a table, so we eat most of our meals out here.”
He walks past me, and I can smell his cologne again; it’s intoxicating. “Doesn’t bother me.” He sets the bags on the coffee table and looks around. “Hey there, Pepin.”
After initially greeting Sarah, Pepin went back to his chair, where he currently sits. I almost forgot about him and how nervous I was that he would growl at Sam. He seems quite unbothered. Sam walks over and squats down to pet him on the head. Pepin leans into his hand and starts panting.
“I’m glad he likes you.”
“Does he usually not like men?”
“He didn’t really like the last guy that was here. For good reason.”
SAM
I try not to think about the fact that there was a “last guy” she had over here. I know she’s been seeing other people because she told me, but that’s not really what I want to be thinking about right now. I can tell she regrets saying it, and she quickly pivots by offering me some wine.
We eat the Indian food I picked up on my way here and chat about this and that. When we finish, she carries the dishes to the kitchen, and I pack up the leftovers and put them in her fridge, which is organized to a T. No surprise there.
Now we’re sitting next to each other on the couch, finishing the bottle of wine she opened, and I just want to be closer to her. But at this point, we’ve been sitting here for a little while, and I can’t find a good excuse to get closer to her.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom; I’ll be right back.”
“No problem. It’s the middle door down the hall.”
I set my wine glass down and walk to the bathroom. It’s just as tidy as the rest of her place. There's a painting of the ocean hanging on the wall. The signature in the bottom corner is barely legible, but after a second, I can make out the name Eden Blake. Her mother, I remember. She’s very talented. I flush the toilet and wash my hands to make it sound like I actually had to use the bathroom.
“Did your mom do that painting in the bathroom?”
“She did. She paints a lot during her summers off.”
“It’s really good. Do you do any art?”
“I draw from time to time, but B is way more artistic than I am.”
When I get to the couch, I make an effort to sit as close to her as possible without it being weird. My leg grazes her bent knee on my way down, and I make no effort to move it once I’m seated. Neither does she.
“Where were we?”
I lean in a little closer. “I think you were just about to spill all your deepest, darkest secrets to me.”
She narrows her eyes at me and smirks. “I don’t think so, Mr. Smart Ass. You’re not going to get secrets out of me that easily.”
“Worth a shot.”
Her tongue peeks out, wetting her soft lips, and she bites her lower lip for a brief moment.
“I think you were about to kiss me.” It was a bold move, but I’m dying to feel her lips, and I think she wants it, too.
“Oh, was I? I thought you were going to kiss me ?”
I take her wine glass out of her hand and set it on the coffee table. Then I adjust myself on the couch and lean over; she meets me halfway. I cup the side of her head with one hand and put the other on her inner thigh.
Our lips are so close I can feel her warm breath on mine. I lick my lips to wet them and press them to hers. They’re so soft and warm. She parts her lips for me and makes a small moaning noise when I sweep my tongue across hers.
That moan sends me into another gear, and I wrap my hand around the outside of her thigh and pull her onto my lap. Both my hands are on her ass now, and I give her a gentle squeeze. At that, she grinds her hips forward on my lap, making me moan this time. She’s so intoxicating and I want to pull her close enough that there’s no space left between us.
My hand migrates up under her shirt and explores the soft skin of her back. She leans forward into me, pressing her front flat against mine. I can feel her chest rising and falling against mine. We haven’t come up for air since our lips first touched, and I’m perfectly happy to suffocate under her like this.
LOUISA
I pull my lips away from his to catch my breath, and he immediately starts kissing down my neck to my collarbone and back up. I tilt my head, and his hand comes up to sweep my hair out of his way. His lips leave my skin wet and tingling with every kiss.
The sexual tension has been building between us for weeks now through messaging. I’m surprised we made it a whole afternoon of being around each other without a single kiss. But now, the dam has broken, and the floodgates are open. Figuratively and literally. I’m so wet I can feel myself soaking through my panties.
My hands explore his thick, curly hair, and I can tell he likes it by the little noises he’s making. His hands were exploring my back before resting on my waist. He subtly plays with the hem of my shirt. I nod, letting him know he can lift it up. But before he does, he pulls his lips from mine and looks at me. “You okay with this?”
I nod again, but he waits. “Yes,” I say, giving him the verbal approval he’s clearly waiting for.
I lift my arms to assist him, and he lifts my shirt off over my head. Typically, I would be self-conscious about being this exposed with all the lights on, but I don’t care. I just want him.
To even the score, I tug at the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. He’s solid muscle. I run my hands down his chest, over his abs, and then back up his arms, devouring him with my eyes. I press my body into his. The feeling of his skin on mine sets me on fire, and I just want to be closer to him.
“Do you want to go to my bedroom?”
“If you’d be more comfortable there.”
I nod and start to lift myself off of him. He puts his hands under my thighs, stands up, and wraps my legs around him. He must be incredibly strong to have done that so smoothly. I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I’m even more wet after that.
He heads down the hallway, walking slowly since my lips are locked to his, blocking his view. “Last door on the left,” I say against his lips.
He turns left, and my back hits the wall. At first, I think he turned too early, but this is intentional. He presses his body against mine to hold me up, and he reaches out his right hand to open the door. Before taking me in, he holds me against the wall for a second. Pulling his lips away from mine to look at me, he says, “I need you to tell me if you ever want me to stop.”
How does this man manage to make consent sexy? “I will. But I won’t.” He gives me a skeptical look that makes me giggle. “I promise I will let you know if I want you to stop. But I really don’t see that happening,” I clarify for him. “I want you.” Not being able to wait any longer, I press my lips to his, and he responds with a rumble from the back of his throat.
Our pace quickens as he tears me off the wall, walks into my room, and throws me on the bed. No one is going to be coming into the apartment, so I don’t bother telling him to shut the door.
I’m lying horizontally on my queen-size bed, with the lower half of my legs dangling off the side. He crawls over me, supporting his weight with his forearms so he’s not crushing me. We lock lips again, and his left hand runs through my hair while his right picks up my leg at the knee and hugs it close to him. I arch my back as he grinds his hips into mine.
I run my hands down his front and grab him through his jeans, wanting to rile him up more.
It works. I feel his smile on my lips. “Are you trying to kill me, Lou?”
I giggle. “Maybe.”
He lifts himself off me and kneels on the floor in front of me. He tugs on my arms to help me sit up. Reaching around me, he grabs the waistband of my leggings and looks up at me for permission. Instead of answering him, I reach my hands around, place them over his, and lift my hips. Guiding his hands down my ass, we slowly remove my pants, leaving my panties on. I scoot forward to the edge of the bed because I can only pray I know where this is going.
He places his hands on my knees and gently spreads my thighs, positioning himself between them. He looks up and kisses me softly on the lips. His lips continue traveling down my neck, my chest. He reaches up, slips a bra strap off my shoulder, and pulls down my bra to expose my nipple. It’s peaked from all the arousal. He plants his lips around it and swirls his tongue. I moan because it feels so good. He lets go and slides my bra strap back on my shoulder.
He leans down and starts grazing his lips up my inner thigh, running from my knees to my center. Then he repeats it on the other side. This time, when he gets to the center, he loops his fingers around my thong and pulls it down my legs. I’m fully exposed to him now and so worked up that I was pooling in my underwear. He runs a finger through the soaking crease and moans.
SAM
She’s so wet, and I want to be inside her. But not yet; I want to taste her first. I sweep my tongue up her center; she tastes amazing. Her hands fly to my hair and grabs it as she gasps. After a few seconds, she sighs and releases my hair.
I place her legs over my shoulders to give me better access to her. She completely surrenders and throws herself back down on her bed.
I slide one finger in while my mouth still explores her folds. She’s so ready for me that I know she can take another one. I add one more finger, and she shudders. I curl my fingers and feel around till I get the reaction I’m looking for to know I’m in the right spot. I know it’s different for every woman, so I try to read their body language as best as I can.
I continue, gently tugging, licking, and sucking. I can feel little pulses starting to build, so I keep doing what I am doing. Her hands find my hair again and grab hold. Her body tenses, and eventually, her muscles contract around my fingers as she comes for me.
I slowly remove my fingers and remove her legs from over my shoulders. Before I can wipe my face, she surprises me by quickly sitting up and grabbing my face, slanting her open mouth over mine, and sweeping her tongue in. I answer with a sweep of my tongue, then gently bite her lower lip.
We both stand up, and she pivots us, so now my back is to the bed. She reaches down and fusses with my belt for a bit before I reach down and do it for her. “Sorry, it’s got a little lever on the bottom.”
“You were setting me up for failure there.”
“When I got dressed for our date, I didn’t quite think it through this far.”
She smiles up at me as she undoes the button on my jeans and then my zipper.
LOUISA
Already, I can tell he’s bigger than I’ve ever had before just by what’s straining against his boxer briefs. I pull down both those and his jeans at the same time. I have no patience left. I need this man inside me. The orgasm he gave me only made me needier.
He kicks his pants to the side, runs his hands all the way up my arms, and cups my face in both hands, kissing me. I place my palms on his shoulders and lower him into the bed.
I’m a girl who likes to please, and after what he just did to me, I’m extra eager to show him what I can do to him. It’s such a turn-on for me when I make a man have to fight not to come.
He watches me as I bend over to grab a condom out of my nightstand. I can tell he’s staring at my ass, and I love it. After I tear one off of the pack, I stop. I don’t think this is going to fit. These are leftovers from when Jay and I were together; he didn’t need magnums.
I turn to him, embarrassed to ask, but what choice do I have? “This isn’t going to fit, is it?”
He rubs the back of his neck and winces. “I really don’t mean to sound like a douche, but probably not. It’ll likely go on, but I don’t want to risk it tearing.”
An idea pops into my head. “I’ll be right back!”
I run two doors down to B’s room. She’s got to have something bigger in here. I frantically dig through her drawers. I’ll apologize to her later, but let’s be real: B would be mad at me if I didn’t look for one in here.
Bingo! I grab one out of the box and then grab another, just in case. Running out of the room once is embarrassing enough; I don’t want to risk having to do it again.
I come back in and hope that he’s not over it. Judging by how hard his dick still is, I’m going to say he still wants this as much as I do.
“Found one in B’s room.”
“Remind me to thank her later.”
I hand him one, toss the other in my open nightstand drawer, and shut it. By the time I turn around, he’s already got it on.
I walk over and put my arms around his neck, leaning into him. “Where were we?”
“I’m not entirely sure. You seemed to be taking charge.”
“Yes, I was.” I smirk and straddle him one leg at a time, seating myself on his lap.
I grind my hips, rubbing myself up against him. I’m still soaked from earlier, so I slide right along him. Reaching around my back, I unclasp my bra and toss it to the floor. I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
I lift myself up just enough to hover over his tip and slide down onto it. I can only take a little bit at a time, so I bob up and down, letting him enter me a little more each time. His hands are on my hips, guiding me slowly.
When I’m fully seated, I feel so full it takes my breath away. I have to pause a second to adjust to him. I know there are other positions where he could get even deeper, and I can’t imagine how that’s going to work.
After a moment, I start grinding my hips front to back, moving him inside of me. His tip hits a spot that makes my thighs squeeze on either side of his hips. With his hands still on my hips, he closes his eyes and tips his head back. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
I use my arms around his neck to help lift me up as I ride up and down on him, moving my hips. As I continue, I feel pressure building again. His thumb finds my clit and rubs as I move. I climax again and lean into him, pressing my forehead into his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight while my body shakes.
My breathing is heavy, and I need a minute to collect myself. I rest my cheek on his shoulder, and my hair falls into my face. He notices and tucks it behind my ear. I’m glad because now I can breathe without swallowing hair.
I lift my head and start to slide off his lap when he wraps one arm around me and flips us on the bed. I lay on my back, and he hovers over me, running his eyes down my body and back up to my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
My heart skips a beat.
He reaches over, grabs a pillow, and places it under my hips. I run my hands across his chest and over his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. As I kiss him, I feel him reach his hand down and grab the base of his cock to guide it back into me. Even though I just had him in me, this different angle makes it feel new again.
He moves his hips faster and kisses my neck, sucking on it and gently biting. His movements get wild, and the slapping of his hips on my thighs echoes through the room. He’s so deep that it borders on pain but feels so good.
Sitting up slightly, he adjusts the angle so he can reach his hand down and rub my clit again. The sensation sends me through the roof. I’m already so sensitive from coming twice. His hand moves slow and steady as his hips move fast, a lethal combination that has me tipping over the edge yet again. This time, he comes right after me.
Now, it’s his turn to catch his breath. He collapses on top of me, but not with his full weight. I can feel his heart hammering through his chest on mine before he slowly pulls out of me. He peppers my neck with kisses and then hovers his lips over mine, just barely touching. I run my fingers down his cheek, across his jaw, and touch his lips.
It’s the least sexual thing we’ve done since entering my room, but for some reason, just being right here with him seems very intimate. I almost forgot that this is technically still our first date. No one has ever worked my body the way he just did on the first try, if ever. Was I just that horny, or are we that good together? I can't wait to find out.