Chapter Thirty
Ella
Butterflies swarmed my stomach as the taxi slowed in front of a townhouse in Edinburgh.
It was only a few streets from the bar, and I didn’t have nearly enough time to give myself an internal pep talk or compile a list of reasons why this was an awful idea in the first place.
I felt hurt and empty, and I wanted to be comforted by Philip, even if it was just for one night.
As he leaned forward and paid the cab driver, he smiled, his teeth glistening in the dark.
‘Coming in?’ he asked.
I replied by scooting my body towards the door and stepping out onto the street.
‘Is this your house?’ I asked, taking in the stunning building. It wasn’t dissimilar to my flat, except it was just one large home.
‘It is,’ he replied, watching me take it in from the kerbside. ‘What do you think?’
‘It’s lovely.’ I smiled back at him, then added, ‘Well, from the outside. Maybe you’re a hoarder or something, though.’
Philip laughed. ‘I suppose we’ll see, eh?’ He held out his hand to me, and suddenly I felt my arsehole clench. Was I really doing this?
He led me up the five or six stone stairs and unlocked the vast door.
As soon as we stepped inside, the lights switched on, detecting our movement.
The wide hallway was painted white with black furnishings.
Photographs of his family hung proudly on the walls.
I took a few steps, running my gaze over them.
The house was pristine, clutterless, and it smelled as fresh as linen.
‘Where will I sit my shoes?’ I asked, slipping them off.
Philip shrugged. ‘Anywhere you like.’
I blushed and placed them neatly together at the bottom of the stairs.
‘I thought you lived in Glasgow,’ I said, wondering if he had homes in all the major cities.
‘That’s probably because you never asked me,’ he said, leaning against a door and watching me. ‘Would you like a tour?’
I gulped, a little uncomfortable that I was even here. I never did this, and I certainly never did this with men like Philip Khan. Was I having a breakdown after unexpectedly seeing Josh? An early-onset mid-life crisis maybe? Or was I letting the Dicktionary Club go to my head too?
‘Yeah. Sure,’ I said as I approached him.
Philip opened what turned out to be the living-room door. It was a midnight blue with a large-screen television and media wall. A huge corner couch took up most of the space, and a beautiful bay window looked onto the cobbled streets of Edinburgh.
I padded over to the window in my bare feet. ‘Wow,’ I murmured.
I felt Philip’s body behind me; he rested his hand above the window ledge, almost locking me in place.
‘Stunning, isn’t it?’ he said softly. His fingers trailed down my arm, and I could feel my nipples harden.
‘ Mmmmhm .?.?. Beautiful,’ I whispered back, trying my hardest to stay on topic.
‘There’s a rooftop garden terrace, too; it has views of the castle, Arthur’s Seat and pretty much the entire city,’ he said.
I turned to him, his body pressing onto mine. ‘Really?’
‘Mmm .?.?. yes.’ Philip pushed a few strands of hair back from my face. ‘But I don’t like heights, so I don’t go up there.’
I smirked curiously.
‘Can I ask you something, Ella?’
I glanced up at him.
‘Do you hate me a little less after tonight?’
My face broke into a smile and, almost immediately, he matched it. I put my hands on his shoulders, and he hummed, pressing me for an answer.
‘I’m not too sure about that, to be fair.’
I watched his eyes turn dark as my reply seemed to excite him. He ran his hand up my thigh and began massaging between my legs with his thumb. His mouth touched mine as he whispered, ‘What about now?’
I could feel my body heat rise, letting this man touch me again.
‘No.’ I twitched under his touch. ‘I still hate you,’ I replied, eyes closed.
He grinned and pushed me until my back was pressed against the window glass.
I turned my head briefly to ensure no one was outside and witnessing this, but he held my chin, ensuring all of my attention was kept on him.
Philip lowered himself to his knees and bundled my dress up from the floor, raising it from the ground, then he slipped my underwear off.
I watched him bite his lip as he gazed at my pussy. Then he put his face up into my dress.
His breath felt hot against my skin as I felt him position himself between my thighs. Then I felt his tongue lick teasingly up and down my labia.
‘Jesus,’ I yelped, my body pressing against the cold window.
I looked down at his body, working hard below me.
He began licking, sucking and teasing my clit; I had never felt pleasure like this before. It was the first time a man had pleasured me this way, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. His head bopped up and down as I felt my thighs get wetter.
I felt unsure of what to do. I felt tense, oddly anxious and aware of my strange position against the window. I hadn’t had sex in such a long time it was hard to let go.
But as his tongue continued to lick, I felt shockwaves of warmth travel over my body as he groaned with his own pleasure. There was no denying it, his mouth on me felt amazing.
‘Fuck, Philip, fuck!’ I panted.
Finally parting my legs and allowing myself to relax into it.
I pushed his head deeper between me, feeling the coolness of the glass press exquisitely against my back. I never wanted him to stop.
And he didn’t.
Philip continued circling my clit until it pulsated at his touch, bringing me to an incredible climax, and when I finally let go, he continued sucking my clit, making me flinch and shake from an almighty orgasm.
‘Philip, Philip,’ I moaned.
Slowly he re-emerged from under my dress, his mouth shiny from my cum.
I kneeled on the floor, too shaky to stand and kissed him hard.
I could taste myself off his soft lips and I’d never felt so turned on in my life.
I brushed my hand over his dick bulging from his suit trousers and tugged on his belt.
Philip helped and sloughed his trousers off.
Next, he lowered his boxers, exposing his cock.
I ran my hand up and down it, feeling every part of my body long for it.
But inside, I could feel my nerves build, knowing I hadn’t done it in so long.
Philip continued kissing me, pushing his hands through my hair and groaning with pleasure as our tongues intertwined.
Gently, he laid me back on the floor and edged on top of me, smiling down as he hovered above me.
‘Do you still hate me now?’
I felt an overwhelming sense of arousal, like there was something so wrong in being with him, but it somehow also felt so right.
‘I still hate you,’ I replied, watching his flawless face above mine.
‘Good,’ he replied.
Then I felt him push inside of me.
Immediately, I whimpered, but Philip went slow to begin with, pushing back my hair and kissing down my neck as he thrust back and forth.
It felt electric and mind-blowing. I wrapped my legs around his back and moved my hands up his shirt.
His body was sticky with sweat, I could tell he was on the edge.
‘Come inside me,’ I moaned, wanting to feel every bit of this man as deep as humanly possible, and also realising with an odd jolt that my coil was still in place.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked, panting deeply. ‘I do get tested, I promise.’
‘Yes! I want to feel you cum inside me.’
And with that, he grunted and moaned, finally orgasming.
I lay on his oak floor, catching my breath, as Philip leaned forward and kissed my forehead. He pulled out and flopped down beside me.
I turned my head and watched him regain composure. His hairy chest was slick with sweat. I could tell he worked out. He looked perfect lying there.
‘You have no idea how much I have dreamed of that moment,’ he said, lifting my hand and gently kissing it.
I was unable to speak, still feeling tingly and euphoric.
‘Was that OK for you?’ he asked, leaning up to face me, perching his head on his hand.
I grinned, smugly. ‘It was amazing,’ I said. No matter how much I hated complimenting the guy, there was no denying his skills were exquisite.
‘Well, I’m glad.’ He pecked my lips again. ‘You taste beautiful, Pilates.’
I blushed, not quite knowing the proper response to a fanny-taste-test compliment.
‘I can show you my bedroom now?’ he asked.
I leaned over and gently kissed him. ‘Yes, please.’
Because right now, there was no place I’d rather be.