“You can adjust the size,” she said, turning it inside out and showing me the little tightening mechanism. “And you would never wear this particular vest with these pieces anyway. It's part
of a tuxedo. Here.” She pulled a different vest off the rack and paused before handing it to me.
“Tuck the shirt in for god’s sake, surely you know that much,” she said. I rolled my eyes and then I bit my tongue. I hadn’t eaten since this morning and she was the last person I wanted to see after the kind of day that I had had. Well, she was hot and she always looked good so it wasn’t the worst thing seeing her after a hard day. It was when she opened her mouth that everything went to shit. I tucked the shirt in, and she handed me a vest to put over it. Pulling a tie from the little selection on the bench, she flipped my collar up and tied it.
“See?” she said, stepping out of the way. You look good.” She was right. She threw a different jacket over my shoulders and the look, without shoes, was complete.
“A new man. Now you look like a professional.”
“Do I have to wear all these layers all the time?” I asked. I looked good but I was already breaking a sweat. I couldn’t imagine dressing like this more than I absolutely had to.
“Of course not. This is just the basic three-piece look. You can dress it down while remaining formal. Take the top two layers off and remove the tie.” I did what she asked.
“The shirt too,” she said.
“It was just a matter of time before you tried to get me out of my clothes.” I saw her glare at me in the mirror. She handed me another shirt.
“Get dressed. You’re hardly as hot as you think you are.” I put the other shirt on. It was a light blue color instead of white. I tucked it in. She slid the jacket back over my shoulders.
“There, how's that?” she asked. Pretty good, if I did say so myself. Without the tie, it was a lot more comfortable.
“Could be worse.”
“You look good. You have the body type to carry this kind of look off,” she said, coming in front of me and undoing a couple of the buttons.
“I look good?” I said. She looked at me. Our faces were inches apart.
“You know you do.” She stopped messing with my collar and laid her hands on my chest. I put my hands on top of hers and she didn’t move hers away. Her cheeks were flushed.
“You don’t look half-bad yourself.” She giggled, looking up at me. The air felt heavier in the little room. She wasn’t pulling away from me. That felt like a green light. I went for it.
I kissed her. She let me pull her in. I heard her sigh and felt her soften in my arms. A moan escaped from her throat. I pushed her up against the mirror and kissed her neck, fumbling with her dress, trying to get it up over her hips. I hoped the store wouldn’t be mad about their clothes getting ruined.
Fuck it, I could pay for them.
I yanked my fly open and pulled the pants down so my cock was free. I spun her around so she had to brace her arms against the mirror.
“You sure about this?” I asked.
“Hurry up before I change my mind,” she said. She pulled her panties down to her ankles. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I pumped my cock a couple of times and sunk into her. She yelped. I bit my lip, so I didn’t do the same thing. We started off on the wrong foot but if all of our interactions could be like this, I wouldn’t mind working with her at all.
10
Artemis
I squeezed my eyes shut because there was a mirror right in front of me. if I opened them, I’d see myself with my knickers off, caught around one ankle on the floor, bent at the waist, having my brains screwed out. Much worse, I’d see Easton behind me doing the screwing. What the hell are you doing, Missy, I thought.
Good God, he felt so good. Truth be told it had been a while. His penis was like the rest of him, hard and big. On a purely animal level, he felt amazing and I needed this. We had been sparring since we had met. To be honest, this eventuality was inevitable. My breath fogged on the mirror in front of me and through my squinted eyes as I tried not to look at us, I could see how flushed I was, the brutal expression on Easy’s face, and how much being bent over like that for him turned me on.
Not now. I’d come to my senses later. Not now. I needed this. It was just a mild inconvenience that it was happening with him. I needed this release. Even if it had to happen with him, it didn’t mean that I liked him all of a sudden. I hated his guts. I was sexually frustrated enough to make do with him as a partner.
Keep telling yourself that and maybe you’ll believe it.
I reached between my legs and fingered my clit. You really couldn’t compare being with a partner to pleasuring yourself. It was like taking a shower versus being out in the rain. Both experiences got you wet but my toys couldn’t do to me what Easy was right now. I was allowing myself the pleasure of being with him. Allowing it because I knew this moment was fleeting and I’d have to face reality sooner or later. Moments later I was coming. He came soon after, pounding into me while he gripped my hips. I held onto the mirror to keep my balance as the world stabilized itself around me. I panted as he pulled out.
Severing the connection between us was like unplugging the fucking television set. Suddenly, my transmission went back to normal and the entire situation, starting with my panties on the floor was a disaster. I sobered up as fast as I had allowed myself to fall.
“Christ,” I said. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He laughed. “What’s so funny?”