Chapter 32 - Romance In the City
Elliott’s POV
Chicago looked clean. Like it didn’t have an underbelly or need men like me. I didn’t mind being part of its dark side until nights like this.
Sarah stepped out of the car and into the glow of the Kyoten’s awning.
Every time I saw her, she looked like she belonged to a higher order of elegance.
Tonight, her dress was soft ivory, simple in design but ruinous in effect.
I imagined her on my arm at events, on the cover of news articles. She was perfect for me.
“Good evening, Sarah.”
“Eli.” Her voice carried that mix of grace and curiosity I had started craving. “You chose well. I’ve always wanted to try this place. I love sushi.”
“I had a feeling,” I said, offering my arm.
Inside, the restaurant hummed with quiet luxury. Every detail mattered. The kind of place where the Chef was as popular as the guests who dined here. Perfect for my Sarah.
Dinner unfolded easily. Conversation drifted between sharp and playful, never forced. She had a mind that challenged mine and a laugh that disarmed it.
“You always look like you’re thinking three thoughts at once,” I said.
She smiled. “Only two tonight. You’re distracting me from the third.”
“That tells me I am in either first or second.”
“Or forth,” she countered playfully.
We shared a bottle of Saki that tasted smooth and fruity, and the hours moved without friction.
After two rounds of sushi, I paid the check before she could protest. “Come with me,” I said, rising.
She lifted an eyebrow. “I’m a little tipsy, that’s a dangerous invitation.”
“I plan to make it worth the risk.”
The car ride to the Second City comedy club was short but full of quiet electricity. The air between us had changed, charged with something that didn’t need to be named. Yet.
The show was sharp and unpretentious. The talent knew how to read a crowd. Sarah laughed the way people do when they’ve forgotten how much they needed to. It wasn’t polite laughter; it was real. The kind that draws attention. I found myself watching her more than the stage.
Between sets, she leaned close, whispering, “Thank you for this. You should write manuals on how to date. You are kind of a pro at it.”
“I have hidden depths,” I said.
“I’m starting to see that.”
After the show, we slipped out into the cool night. I led her to the entrance of the Langston Hotel. The lobby smelled faintly of bergamot and old wood. A jazz singer’s voice floated from the bar, low and rich enough to make conversation optional.
“Another pro tip for those in the dating pool?” she asked.
“I’m not one to date, Sarah,” I said with an edge to my voice.
“Then what do you call this, Eli?” she said, mocking my tone.
A laugh bubbled out of me, unwarranted.
We took a table near the stage. The singer crooned something slow and familiar, a love song that had been covered too many times but still managed to sound new. Sarah leaned her chin on her hand, watching me.
“I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard,” she said softly.
“I am so glad you enjoyed it. That makes me feel like I’ve already won tonight.”
Her smile deepened. “You’re dangerously charming.”
“You’re dangerously beautiful.”
I took Sarah’s hand, brushed my thumb along her wrist, and felt the quiet tremor of connection.
“I want to make love to you,” I said, my voice steady but low. “I have a suite here, we should go get lost in each other.”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away. “You have a suite upstairs?”
“I do.”
“Then what are we still doing here?”
We stood, hands still joined, and took the elevator to the top floor.
In the suite, I poured her a glass of champagne while she slipped off her shoes. She turned toward me, unguarded now, her eyes softer than I had ever seen them.
I set the glasses aside, stepped close, and traced a fingertip along her collarbone.
“I meant what I said downstairs,” I whispered. “Tonight, I just want to make you feel good.”
She nodded once, slow and certain. Her eyes spotted the massage table I had brought into the room. It was for her and was already dressed with warm sheets and a thick comforter.
I undressed her carefully, reverently, like unwrapping something too precious to rush. Then I eased her onto the table, poured a massage oil that was also a lubricant into my palms, and began to work over her skin, inch by inch.
Her breath deepened. Her body softened under my hands. I spent time on each area of her body, worshipping her flesh.
I undressed and slipped on a condom. Then I began oiling my dick with what was left on my hands. Needing the touch for a moment of relief.
Standing at the end of the table, I tapped Sarah on the inside of her leg. “Turn over for me.” She did, and I froze at the sight. Her hard body, lush with a set of breasts sculpted by the gods themselves. Her hips flared in just the right way and molded down to muscular legs and polished toes.
Our eyes met as I separated the bottom of the table, spreading her legs and walking between them. The table was positioned at the perfect height.
I took her hand and pulled her to a sitting position, and ran my hands from her neck, down her breasts, and rubbed the oil around her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned. “Mmm, that alone might make me come,” she said through a heavy breath.
I smiled and gently pushed her back down on the table, smoothing my hands across her breasts, down her stomach, and to her bundle. I thumbed her clit and watched her writhe on the table. “You’re going to make me come, Eli.”
“Yes, I am, Sarah. Many times tonight. And you are going to make me come. When we leave this room, I will know every inch of this beautiful body.”
I slid my dick inside of her. She wasn’t expecting it and arched so far off the table she almost pushed me out.
I lunged forward, making her breasts bounce up and down.
Then, I started fucking her, easy at first and then long and rhythmic.
I took each ankle into my hands and pulled her legs up, holding them apart so I had a full view of her beautiful pink pussy while I drove deep and hard into her.
Her moans filled the room along with my grunts.
“Look at me, Sarah. I want your eyes while I fuck you.”
When her eyes locked on mine, I started rocking into her faster, harder. She cried out, first to God and then to me.
I slowed down and moved my thumb to her clit. I pulsed my dick into her while rubbing slow and deliberate circles around her swollen bud. She was keening to me, thrusting, moaning. I could feel her legs begin to tremble, and the walls of her pussy tighten around me.
“Eli, oh god. I’m coming, Eli. Don’t stop.” I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer. My grunts turned into full-fledged moans as I released inside of her.
Sarah went completely limp on the table.
“This table is one of the greatest inventions of the century.” She laughed and looked up at me.
The look on my face must have been intense because she sat up.
“Are you okay?”
“I am more than okay. Can you stand?”
“Yeah, why?” She pouted.
“Because it’s time to move to the bed now, Sarah.”
“Oh,” she said. “I think I’d rather you carry me, Eli.”