He’s looking at my teddy. It’s red lace with silk and has boning through the abdomen and black delicate ribbons that lace through the abs, criss-crossing up to to the center of my breasts. The left spaghetti strap comes down off my shoulder, courtesy of Aiden’s thumb.
“It’s gorgeous. But, it’s comin’ off.”
I shrug. “Okay.”
“Talk about her after. Not in here with you in my room.”
“Oh---kay.”
“Don’t move. Not a muscle,” he orders and then he’s up and in his adjoining bathroom. And then he’s back with a box of condoms in his hand. Just the fact it’s not in his nightstand confirms he’s telling me the truth; he doesn’t let girls in his bed. He wants me in his bed. He takes one out and drops the box on the table.
And then he climbs into the bed beside me and lies on his back.
“Climb up,” he orders. “Bet it’d be a nice view you riding my cock looking out at the city from seventy-five stories up.” He grabs a condom.
“Yeah, it probably would be,” I whisper, climbing onto him. “But, I’ll probably be looking at you instead.” I move down his body and he spreads his legs to accommodate me. I rub my boobs over his shaft as I continue to crawl backwards, butt up high in the air. I then I lick the tip of his very hard, rather thick, long cock.
He puts his hand behind his head and flexes his bicep, making my mouth water.
He watches as I go down on him. I try to keep up the eye contact, like he did when he went down on me, because that was uber-hot.
He’s hot, hard, silky, and seeing his face as I run my tongue up and down before taking it into my mouth, gripping the base, makes me very, very wet down below.
It doesn’t go on for long, though.
“You’re good at that Curly Sue, but get up here and ri
de me.” He hauls me up by my armpits. I watch as he rolls the condom on and then he grabs my hips and plants me on him. He has a handful of my curls in his hand as he takes my mouth again. I unsnap the teddy between my legs and guide him to me.
I’m soaking wet and he slides in easily. When I get him to the root, though, this position is so deep and a little bit painful. My last boyfriend was not well-endowed. He was below average, actually.
I tighten and wince. He looks at me with fire in his eyes, his teeth sunk into that sexy bottom lip. He reclines, abs flexing, and starts contributing with some hip thrusts. I let out a moan and then he does a sit-up back up again, so he can lift the teddy up slowly until he can pull it over my head. He tosses it.
I look out the window at the beautiful view of New York City and then my eyes are back on him. The way he’s looking at me? I think I’m still tumbling down that rabbit hole. Where it leads, I don’t know yet, but wow, the ride is awesome so far.
***
I’m coming out of the bedroom after a trip to the bathroom. He’s gone into the kitchen to heat me up something that he says is a surprise.
I reached into his giant stocked walk-in closet and grabbed a big UC Berkeley hoodie that comes to my thighs. I slipped my panties on, too, and Now I’m in the kitchen with just-fucked hair. That’s okay, he’s got a similar hairdo.
When I get to the island that’s got low back stools flanking it, I get into one. He’s there in nothing but a pair of black lounge pants that sit low on his hips. I’m looking at his sexy back. His ultra-sexy back. His back dimples. The microwave beeps and he turns to get to it and spots me in his shirt.
He does a hard blink. And then he flexes his jaw and looks like he’s lost in thought. Or angry. I’m not quite sure.
This is a great kitchen. It’s small but efficient, all black and white and silver. Black appliances. The floor is warm on my feet. Very warm. These floors have to be heated. I love it.
I can’t decide right now which apartment of his I prefer. San Diego or New York.
And then it dawns that this is where he lives, where he spends most of his time.
We’ve only been a thing for 24 hours. It’s way too soon to wonder if we’re going to be a thing only until he doesn’t have to be in San Diego or if… I make my thoughts pause. Because he’s still standing there with an annoyed look on his face.
“Did I break a rule by putting this on?” I tug at the shoulders of the sweatshirt.
He shakes his head. “Nope.” He reaches for the microwave and pushes a button to make the door spring open. He puts a plate in front of me at the bar. It’s a stir fry.
He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of Huoy Fung and cocks an eyebrow and mischievously asks, “Hot cock sauce?”