Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Condoms from England
G enesis’ footsteps reverberated against the floor as she stepped further into Roman’s downtown digs. The impressive, enormous penthouse in downtown Houston had to have cost a mint. Prime location.
After telling her to make herself comfortable, he disappeared into what appeared to be a large coat closet, leaving the door slightly ajar. She stood there for a bit, taking in her surroundings before walking to the floor to ceiling windows. She looked out at the dark sky that suddenly lit up and flashed with lightning, then noticed a soft drizzle of raindrops beading against the glass. A brontide weaved its way into her ears, blending in with The Prep’s version of ‘As it Was.’
She placed her left hand on the cold glass, and for a moment became transfixed by the sight of cars zooming up and down the busy streets, bright lights flickering from various businesses, and vibrancies of the world around her. At last, she was pulled from her exciting midnight-colored daydreams with a gentle nudge that made her body sway. She saw him in the window reflection by her side—a tall, broad-shouldered man, now shirtless, holding a glass of something clear and iridescent.
“Sparklin’ water.” He handed her the pretty light blue wine glass. “Cleanses the palate,” he added with a wink.
She took the glass, watched him sip from his, then followed suit. Carlina’s, ‘Lucky Girl’ played as her heart and stomach fluttered. She was gazing into some of the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen.
They said nothing—only smiled, as though they could read each other’s thoughts. On some level, it seemed she did know what he was thinking. They vibed. Beholding one another with a mutual lust fueled an unbreakable connection. She drank half of her water, then went to sit down on one of his big white couches, placing her glass on a marble coaster. He joined her, leaving room between them but close enough for her to see her reflection in his mesmerizing eyes. Something about them made her understand that he’d seen far more in life than he ever should have. Those eyes of his were sexy. Soulful. And they did a damn good job of hiding the hurt, too. She could spot pain though. She could almost smell it on a person, and he reeked of it.
She excused herself to use his restroom. He told her where it was, and she made quick work to get in there, relieve herself, and freshen up. While in the beautiful half-bath, with tiles the color of jade and ivory, she finger-combed her hair, patted a feminine wipe against her pussy in case ol’ girl got a little sweaty from all of the excitement, reapplied her lipstick, and dabbed on a little bit more perfume along her wrists and behind her ears. She returned to him then, sitting right back down beside him on the couch.
“I’m going to cut right to the chase. Let me see your test results. People try ’nd be slick and show fake stuff, so I want to see you pull up the website so I can see your medical records.” There was no point in pussyfooting around it. She was in the medical field, and she wanted proof of his sexual health status.
He took another sip of his drink, then slipped his phone out of his pocket without hesitation. She hitched her chin along his shoulder, staring down at his phone. The man had endless emails, text messages and what not. He pulled up the Google app, typed in his doctor’s practice, logged into his medical records portal, and pulled up his information.
“…I get tested every month,” he stated calmly.
Sure enough, he was tested for all major STIs monthly. She noticed one month was skipped, but that was about seven or eight months prior. Other than that, he appeared fairly consistent with his testing.
“Why do you test so much? Not that it is a bad thing, it’s good, but what makes you do that?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Because I know how I get down… I’m in these streets, as the kids say.”
She smirked, then nodded. “I get tested every few months. I’ve been celibate for about four months now, and I haven’t had unprotected sex in years. Have you?”
“Have I what? Had unprotected sex?”
“Yes, and have you had unprotected sex recently?”
“I’ve had unprotected sex before, yeah. Of course. I mean, I’m not a teenager anymore. The last time I had sex without a condom was probably about, uh, I’d say ten months ago, almost a year. She and I were exclusive.” She nodded in understanding.
“And when was the last time you had sex?”
“Last time I had sex was about…” he paused in thought, “probably about a week before I met you. Yeah. That’s right.”
She glided her purse strap down, rummaged through her bag, removed her phone and pulled up the same information. She handed him the phone. “Here’s my latest results.”
“You had a UTI three years ago,” he murmured. “Looks good.”
“Yeah, I got the urinary tract infection from all that maple syrup I was havin’ sex with.”
He burst out laughing before handing her back her phone, then stood and stretched.
“This is good water,” she pointed to her glass on the coffee table, “But can I have somethin’ a little stronger? My nerves are acting funny.” She flashed him a smile.
This time, as he walked to the kitchen, she noticed a black inked tattoo on his back of a cloaked sorcerer with glowing eyes, and flowing dark hair that was blowing in the wind underneath his hood. The figure held a clock by a chain in one hand, and a stack of money in the other. Lightning and dark clouds were above him.
“That’s a well-done tattoo. It looks so realistic. What does your tattoo mean?” she called out.
He pulled out a bottle from his wine chiller.
“It means to balance out time and energy with makin’ money. Time waits for no one. A reminder to me not to work myself so hard that I lose big chunks of my life. I’m constantly chasing a bag, and I need to chase balance in the process. I struggle with that.”
She got to her feet and joined him in the kitchen. It was fit for a chef. Tall silver cabinets recessed in the walls. Double oven. A granite island with a large chandelier hanging above it. She leaned against the edge of the counter, watching him remove two wine glasses from a cupboard.
“You’re beautiful inside out, and outside in.” Saweetie’s, ‘Is It the Way’ started to play. “Take this, but don’t drink it yet. Let’s toast.”
“What do you mean by that? Inside out? Thank you.” She accepted the glass of wine.
“When I first saw you at your job, of course I noticed your beauty, but before that, I heard your voice. Didn’t know it was you until I heard you laugh again…” He drummed his ring adorned fingers against the counter, hooking her gaze. “I could hear this laughter comin’ from somewhere in there. Light and airy. Real and feminine, too. It sounded like soft balls of pink and blue cotton candy, amusement parks filled with happy children, long, winding slides at the waterpark, sticky lemonade dripping down a chin, mud puddles stomped by rubber rain boots, and dirt bikes down hilly roads.”
Her chest warmed as he caressed her heart with his words. Kwaye sung her a lullaby with ‘Lost in my Boots.’
“Who taught you how to talk like that?”
“Me. Panty removal is on my resume, too.”
She shook her head and laughed.
“There it is,” he pointed casually at her, “that laugh. That smile. You’ve got one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”
“Thank you.” She bit into her nail as her belly filled with flirty butterflies. “So do you, and I’ve naturally seen a lot of smiles. Now, what do you want to toast to?”
“I’ll save it for another time. Come on. Let me give you what you came here for…”
He undid the top button of his pants, gave a come hither gesture, then headed towards a long hallway that led undoubtedly to a den of iniquity. Guest for one. She started to walk, then paused when she realized he’d already removed his shoes. Leaning against the wall, she quickly slipped out of her heels, held them by their straps, and padded behind him to the tune of Kiana Ledé and Ari Lennox’s ‘Chocolate.’
He stopped at a door. His muscular back flexed as he removed his pants, folded them over his arm, then opened the door that led to one of the most beautiful bedrooms she’d ever seen.
Three circular steps took up the majority of the room, and on top of them was his bed, covered in black sheets, white comforter and runner, white and black throw pillows, taking center stage. This man definitely has a maid, interior designer and decorator because ain’t no way… Plus, he wouldn’t have time to maintain this with his schedule. The semi-circle-shaped headboard was black with a white light behind it. On each side of it were nightstands, and beside those, were tall, narrow bookcases filled with books about economics, stocks, and what not based on some of the titles she could make out.
The staircase glowed with orange, then soft red lights. He tapped the wall, and a flatscreen fireplace emerged from the floor, lighting up.
“Alexa, play my chill 7 playlist.”
‘Loco, Hwasa (MAMAMOO)– Don’t (Above Live) (ENG / CHN)’ began to play through speakers she could not see. His bedroom window curtains and electric blinds were pulled open, exposing the twilight and sparkle of the city below.
She felt his gaze on her—she stood on one side of the bed, he on the other. He finished undressing, leaving on only his dark gray boxer briefs, and she struggled to keep up with the pace of things. He moved like a man about business. Not a man thirsty, or in a hurry to get laid—just laser focused. She suppressed a giggle as she watched the man neatly fold his clothing and then place it in what appeared to be a hidden wall hamper. So neat and orderly. Love it.
“You forgot the wine.” She smiled as she released her bra onto the bed, letting her girls hang out. His gaze immediately dropped to her erect, chocolatey nipples, and he rubbed his hands together.
“ You forgot the wine. I didn’t need any wine. I have all the libations I need right here.” He pointed at her, then removed his underwear, his eyes never leaving hers. He rounded the bed and stood right in front of her. Toe to toe. He seemed so much taller than before. Pressing his hard, muscular form into hers, he bent down to give her a searing, heart-stopping kiss. She rose on her tippy toes to meet his affections. Deft fingers traced down her scalp, massaging and gripping her hair, administering a gentle tug as he directed her face where he wanted her tongue to follow. With his free hand, he circled her waist, then felt up her back, cradling her close. The taste of wine from his mouth overwhelmed her senses—they tasted from the same cup, becoming one. He smelled like heaven and held her strong as hell.
His touch coasted from her head and lowered to the back of her neck. His kissing was slow and leisurely. Deep. Transfixing. He broke their kiss, but his hold on her deepened. He withdrew his hand from the top of her back and placed it over her left breast. His hand felt big and warm as he gave her titty a firm squeeze. His thumb padding across her nipple, he looked as if he were salivating, chomping at the bit. A ragged exhale crawled from her throat as his soft hair brushed against her skin. She looked up at the high ceiling, the stair lights reflecting illumination and luster, and now switching hues in sync with the music. Wet heat surrounded her nipple.
“Your body is so, so, so beautiful, baby. Damn… Your skin is incredibly soft, and tastes delicious,” he said, deep voice slurred, between tastes of her flesh. “Your titties are so soft, too.”
“Ahhh… that feels good.” She gasped, gripping his arm.
He sucked her breasts as if she were the only person in the world he’d ever had and ever wanted, all to the smooth tune of ‘Witchy,’ by Kaytranda and Childish Gambino. Lifting his head, a seductive look in his eyes, he flaunted a sly grin. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to walk backwards, taking her with him until they fell onto the bed. The black sheets puffed up from the impact of their bodies slamming into the mattress. She laughed as she lay on top of him. His perfect hair was now slightly disheveled, but he didn’t seem to care. He wrapped his long, hairy legs around her and squeezed her to him, as if he were an octopus in need of love. Everything about him made her melt. She could feel the soft hairs along his chest flattening against her body. Prickling her.
His deep voice tickled her ear, “I can feel your heartbeat, baby.”
She looked into his eyes, resting her chin now on her folded hands along his chest.
“What’s it sound like?”
“Boom boom… boom boom… She says I’m Mr. Boom-baaaastic! Fucking fantastic!!! Super romantic, and kinda spastic! My pants are elastic! Recycle that plastic! I need something for the word ‘drastic’, this song is a classic! Mr. Lovah, lovah!” he yelled out in a faux Jamaican voice.
“Those aren’t the lyrics to that song, you fool! You are so silly!” She chuckled, then kissed his chin and lips. His humor made her relax more. Not typically the nervous sort, she felt a bit shy around him at times, and now, she realized why. She really liked him. REALLY. TRULY. COMPLETELY liked him in a way where she’d notice if he was missing from her life. She’d miss his daily phone calls. His funny memes and YouTube videos he’d send her throughout the workday. She’d miss his occasional informative voicemails about investments, and advice regarding her parents’ retirement funds. Their back-and-forth text messages just discussing the mundane parts of life, their careers, and their families…
This man felt like someone she’d known as long as Tony. Roman was special, too… I adore this man. He felt like a friend she’d reunited with, too, and yet, so many parts of him were new and undiscovered. She wanted to uncover his secrets and solve his mysteries, but she knew deep down he’d never make that easy.
She rose up onto her knees and slid off him.
“Lie on your stomach. I want to give you a back massage,” she offered.
“Oh.” His smile instantly faded. “I was kinda hopin’ to get my dick sucked at this point but, uh, okay. If you insist. OW!” He chuckled after she playfully hit him with a decorative pillow. It fell to the floor after bopping off his head.
“I like giving massages. Now come on. Oblige me.”
“Okay… I’m ready.” A big smile spread across his face as she mounted him, cracked her knuckles, then began work on his shoulders. “…Ohhhh, shit…you’ve got a magic touch. Whoa!” he blurted out. “Oh, my goodness, girl… I didn’t know how much I needed this!”
She instantly felt his muscles begin to relax. She worked on him for several minutes until he was putty in her hands. Jill Scott’s, ‘The Way’ drifted from the speakers.
“Okay, you’ve been playin’ some good music, but this one right here? Yes!” She started to sway to the music. “I love this song.” She started to sing along. “…Griiiiits!” And on and on she went.
“You’ve got a nice voice… You can sing.”
“I can do a lot of stuff with my mouth.” She bent down to plant a kiss on the middle of his back, then pulled on his shoulder, signaling him to roll over onto his back. His legs hung off the side. Getting off the bed, she knelt on a pillow, took his long, generous love muscle into her hands, and looked it over… If a dick was beautiful, this was definitely it. Roman was hung like a damn horse. He groaned and his eyes fluttered as she consumed him, rolling her tongue along his lavish length while gently massaging his balls. His flesh stiffened and hardened in her mouth. Soft and smooth… now hard and rigid. As she jerked away, a string of precum amassed on her lower lip as he looked at her, sleepy-eyed, his pleasure written all over his face. She stood and waved her hand, instructing him to scoot back.
Derik Fein’s, ‘Amor’ regaled them as their desires grew. Swaddling him with her body, she slowly sucked his dick once again, loving the feel of him growing stiffer in her mouth. His groans and grunts grew louder and she shuddered when he cupped the back of her neck, pushing her into his short, demanding jabs.
“Mmmm, baby… you’re drivin’ me crazy… you suck me off so good. You like my dick in your mouth?” He moaned, now sitting up on his elbow and watching her.
“I love it.”
He filled her mouth with his veiny width, his dick pumping and hitting the top of her mouth. Her pussy watered at the mere sight of his reaction and the deep, throaty groans he emitted. It wasn’t long before he was reaching for her and positioning her in the middle of the bed. His dick, slick and glossy with saliva and precum, bobbed as he moved about.
“I can’t cum before you. It’s always ladies first.” She grinned as he gave an explanation as to why he cut the blowjob short. “Alexa, turn the music down.” She looked up at him, a bit confused as he placed a pillow under her ass, lay on his stomach, then draped her legs over his shoulders.
“Ahhhh….” she cooed.
Long fingers spread her pussy open before he curled his long pink tongue and wiggled it all over her wet garden. Slurping noises soon ensued as her waterfall gushed. When he groaned, it vibrated through her entire body.
“I wanted the music lower so that I can hear you orgasm. I want to hear you scream… Damn you taste good, Gen. MMMMM!” Her body trembled at his words. He rolled his tongue like a taquito and began plunging it inside of her over and over as he caressed her clit with his index finger.
“Oh my God…Roman… Roman…”
She could feel the strain of her eyes as they widened, and her back arched over the pillow. Uncontrollable moans tumbled from her lips as he tongue-fucked and orally caressed her, his warm breath bathing her pussy, and his wet mouth feeding her ocean. As she turned her head to the right, she spotted something small and glimmering wedged between the mattress and boxspring. It wasn’t very bright in his bedroom, but as the lights from the steps changed from purple to light yellow, for a split second, she saw just enough. Her heart thumped faster as she realized it was the handle of a gun.
Snatching her sights from it, she fell back into the moment, but just as it was getting good again, she locked eyes with him. The tip of his tongue dragged torturously up and down her moist crease.
“Yeeessss, baby! Just. Like. That.”
The warm waves of a climax rolled from her core to her heart, and down again. Pressure on both sides of her hips made her feel claimed. The man had clamped his hands along her outer thighs, keeping her in place as he devoured her flower, petal by petal.
Seconds turned to minutes, and he seemed to never grow tired. Her eyes watered as her orgasm shattered, and she flowed into a euphoric new dimension. Every cell of her body sung as her juices trailed her thighs and she shook uncontrollably. Sheets bunched beneath her with his arms holding her down. He slowly licked her clit, no doubt watching her fall to pieces. When she settled, she was covered in sweat, and her limbs felt like jelly. She looked down and realized he was still nestled between her legs, kissing her pussy as if they were on a date, and she was left out in the cold.
He looked up at her.
“I’m just gettin’ to know her. You flew somewhere else and left us, so I figured she and I could have a lil’ conversation. Get better acquainted. She said she’s going to Oklahoma to visit family next month.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “You are crazy, Roman. Like, I am serious. You need to see someone!” She took a deep breath, knowing that they’d only just begun. He administered one last kiss to her pussy lips, crawled away from her, and opened one of his dresser drawers. It was a rather unique chest, one on each side of the bed, and shaped like a diamond, all the drawers of different sizes. He opened the lower drawer and removed a sizable blue box. The front of it read, ‘MyOne– Custom Fit Condoms .’ He closed the drawer, set the box onto the bed, and removed the lid. Selecting a few, he tossed them on the bed, then placed the blue box back inside the drawer.
Opening one wrapper, he glided the large, wide condom onto his erect dick. It fit him like a glove.
“I had no idea you could get custom made condoms.”
“Yeah. These aren’t sold here, though. I have to order ’em from the UK. Magnum XLs and even the Durex XXLs are a little too tight for me, so these are the better alternative for my needs.”
“Are they expensive?”
“Eh, not really.” He shrugged. “I mean, they cost more than condoms here in the United States, but not so much that it makes me second guess it. There’s an international shipping charge, of course.”
“How much is the shipping charge?”
His brows bunched and his lips parted, like he wanted to say something slick. “I don’t remember. Maybe like fifteen bucks? Somethin’ like that. It depends on how many I order at any given time.”
“How did you find out about this company? How many times do you order these? Often? Or do they last you a while? Do they have different styles? What are your exact measurements? You look pretty damn big, so I figure you’re—”
“Gotdamn!” Laughing, he raised his arms in the air then let them drop at his sides, as if he were exhausted. She felt her face go warm. I am doing it again… “You want me to pull up the invoices and show you the website, Genesis?” Actually, I wouldn’t mind that at all. I’m intrigued by this. “You ask a lot of fuckin’ questions, girl. Magnum PI ass… This is an ongoing theme with you, you know that? You’ve done this on the phone a few times, too.”
“Theme? Oh, good! Do I get a theme song like Magnum PI, too?! Magnums are a condom brand, so I could work that somehow into the song.” She clapped her hands dramatically. “How does it go?”
She could tell it took everything in his power to not laugh at her little joke. He maintained a semi-stern look.
“Look, I like how inquisitive you are, don’t get me wrong. But you have to understand that there’s a time and place for everything, and if you don’t mind, I’m tryna fuck you right now. You can interrogate me about condoms later.”
“And I will…”
He chuckled at that. “You say I’m crazy… Look in the mirror,” he teased.
“I’m a Virgo.” She shrugged. “I like to know shit.”
“And I like to do shit. Don’t give me that astrology bullshit as an excuse again. That’s like me saying, ‘I’m a Sagittarius, so I—”
“Sagittarius on a Capricorn cusp! That part is important!”
He rolled his eyes. “Why do you like to know this stuff? So that you can use it against me later?”
“Pretty much.” They both plummeted into a fit of laughter as he lay beside her for a moment, took her hand and kissed it. He was so damn sensual… he had sex fun, sexy, romantic and just, every thing. He rolled over on top of her, knocking her thighs apart with his knee. Their eyes locked as he played with her hair.
“I’m truly appreciating you, Genesis. Funny… warm and nurturing. A little introverted sometimes. That’s cute. You read me well, too. I just, uh, I really enjoy talking to you, and your company. I know I said that I like you earlier tonight, and I’ve said it before, too, but… I want to tell you again, just in case you didn’t quite hear me the first time.”
“Sayin’ it many times doesn’t make it true, but I like hearing you say it all the same.”
“You’re right. Repetition doesn’t make anything more truthful, but sayin’ something from your heart does.” He pressed his lips to hers, slipped his tongue inside her mouth as they grinded slow and easy against one another. She wrapped her arms around his back and braced herself while he reached between their bodies, gripped the base of his dick, and breached her deluged orchard.
“Ahhhh…. GOD…Shit…”
He pushed his dick deeper inside of her, moving slow and easy. The impact took her breath away. He wasn’t even fully inside… still more to come. Penetrating her fortress. The way he filled her sugar walls was something she could barely describe… Shit. There wasn’t even room for a whisper. His thrusts were gentle and languid as their warm, damp bodies moved together, back and forth. Like perfectly timed magic. He lay down close to her ear, his head pushing against the pillow that she rested on. She sighed when she felt him grip a fistful of her hair and give a gentle yank.
“Damn, your pussy is fucking amazing…Oh my God… You feel so right… Are you okay, baby?” he asked between measured plunges. “I want to make you feel good. Let me know if I’m going too fast.”
“I’m good.” She mustered a grin. “Challenge accepted.” He flashed his beautiful smile, then kissed her passionately as he worked the rest of his length inside of her. “Mmmm, damn… your dick is so big, Roman… but it feels so fucking good!” Her breath hitched as she craved more of him, the pain and pleasure sending her over the edge. He was so gentle and tender with her. Once she opened up more, his thrusts mounted and quickened.
He plunged within her, faster and faster, clasping their fingers and pinning her hand to the bed as he slowed, then sped up, over and over again. She loved how he varied his lunges, speed, and brushed against her clit with his groin, giving her several sensations at once. None of this surprised her. Roman was definitely a bragger, not the least bit timid, but thus far, everything he said that he was and the things he said he could do, he did, and then some. Signed. Sealed. Delivered.
“UHHH! I’m about to cum, baby!” She hugged him harder, wrapping her thighs around him and squeezing her pussy muscles as he reached his climax. She pushed him impossibly deeper inside of her, gripping his ass cheeks and rocking her hips into his with each plunge. He pulled and yanked her hair, which delighted her in unexpected ways. “OH, SHIT… Uhhhh! Uhhh! I’m cummin’!”
She loved his facial expressions, the fast jerks his body made as he released, and the way his muscles tensed then relaxed. When he collapsed, she cradled him close, and he spent some time against her bosom in afterglow bliss. Throbbing inside of her… HYBS’ ‘Ride’ played, making the moment all the more surreal, balmy and perfect.
After a short while, he got off her, reached for a remote, and turned up the air conditioner. She missed him inside of her already. She slipped away from the bed, telling him she’d be right back, and headed to his master bathroom. After relieving herself and washing her hands, she got ready to head to his kitchen, humming Hozier’s, ‘Too Sweet.’ Before she exited his bedroom, she glanced at him and caught him patting his foot to the beat of the music. His arm lay across his forehead, eyes closed, mouthing the words to the song.
She headed down the hall, and immediately felt the cool air of his penthouse with the lofty ceilings. She hurried to the kitchen, retrieved their wine glasses, and returned to him. He was now sitting up, his naked body a thing to behold. Rock hard abs, muscular thighs, and just lovely from his head to his feet.
“Tony said I wasn’t your type, and not to even bother asking you out,” he blurted as he took his wine glass from her. “Thank you, baby… Our ridiculously high chemistry proved that was a lie.” He laughed mirthlessly.
She went to the other side of the bed, got in, and took a gulp of wine, not caring how unladylike it appeared.
“Tony is full of shit.” She chortled. “He just wanted to stop you from asking me out. He’s okay with it now though.”
“Yeah, I figured as much.” He took a sip of his wine and set it down on the nightstand. “He and I have discussed it a couple of times. He seems comfortable now. He was just lookin’ out for you is all.” He yawned.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught him rolling down the condom he was wearing, carefully remove it, and place it in a small metal trash can. Grabbing a new one, he tore it open and sheathed himself.
Without a need for discussion, a question or an answer, she set her glass down, motioned to him, and he lay in the middle of the bed. She straddled him, then slowly and ever so carefully, eased down his erect sword. Her pussy embraced it tight in response, as if hugging a long lost lover. He gingerly gripped her hips, and they moved back and forth, until they slid in a perfect groove. He looked up at her, panting as she pivoted up, then down. Her breasts bounced with each pump until she was finally flush against his groin. She rested there for a moment. Being on top caused her to feel his full size. She could barely speak. He felt so deep inside of her, that her soul too now knew him by name.
She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been made love to so well or had such a strong connection with someone. She rode him steadily, building momentum until she exploded. She shivered, her garden draining on his shaft, her waterfall uncontrollable. Bucking and crying out in ecstasy, he followed soon behind her, his deep growls sending her into a frenzy of back-to-back orgasms as he pumped hard within her. His pace quickened as he came, warm semen flooding the condom within her.
They fell asleep soon thereafter, and in the morning were back at it again. The sun’s rays filtered through the window, and there was no music—only their breathing, curses, and moans of appreciation. He took her to a place she’d never imagined, made her get on her knees on the floor of his bedroom, then ruthlessly ravished her from behind. Her pussy was sore and fighting for its life, but she couldn’t stop fucking him. Couldn’t tell him ‘no more,’ when she so desperately wanted him.
Afterwards, the man prepared her a bagel with cream cheese, a hot cup of coffee, and a bowl of fresh melon and strawberries. He brought it into the bedroom on a tray, then turned on the television so she could watch the morning news. He snuggled beside her, and they kissed. While she ate, he drank coffee and answered business emails on his phone. Then, he pulled out his laptop, opened it, and out of the corner of her eye she watched him delete his Tinder profile, and another dating app from his phone, too. He closed the computer without a word and set it and his phone aside.
“Protection,” he said out of the blue after several minutes of not talking. The only sound was the weatherman talking about precipitation over the next few days.
“What?” Her voice cracked.
“The gun you were lookin’ at wedged between the mattress and boxspring when I was eating your pussy last night. I saw you gawking at it. I have more than one. It’s for my protection.”
She nodded in understanding. Damn. He notices EVERYTHING.
Tony had guns—so did her father and many of her ex-boyfriends. This was Texas. If a man didn’t have a piece on him, he was rare indeed. She’d simply never seen one shoved under a mattress, as if he felt he may need it at a moment’s notice. She filed the thought away in a mental folder, for exploration later—because her body wasn’t willing to come down quite yet from its high.
“I hate that I have to leave after I finish breakfast. I told Nessa that I’d cover for her.”
“It’s okay.” He yawned once again. “I have to get some work done, too. I want to see you soon though.” She took a bite of her bagel, chewed it, and then swallowed. “Like tonight or tomorrow, soon. Can I swing by your house and bring dinner? Maybe we can watch a movie and just enjoy one another?”
There it was: her stomach doing that damn flip shit again.
“I suppose that would be okay.”
“You suppose, huh?” He laughed lazily. “Okay, great.” He leaned in, kissed her cheek, then got up. “I’m about to take a shower. Finish eating, then join me. I’ll get the water warm for you…”
And with that, he disappeared behind the frosted bathroom door…