Breathless (127 page)

This shit is taking too long
.

“That’s too fucking far,” I barked as I pulled her back towards me and we walked past the kitchen. I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed a condom from my kitchen drawer—I made sure to have condoms in every room of my apartment—and slipped it on. I then pulled down her panties, revealing her completely shaven pussy.

“What, no landing strip?” I remarked.
I love a girl with a landing strip—it tells me she’s ready for a good fuck and she’s guiding me to her jackpot.

“Baby, I like to be completely naked,” she purred.

I ignored her comment, grabbed her waist, and pulled her up onto the kitchen counter. “How flexible are you?” I asked as my hands moved down her thighs and toward her ankles.

“I used to be a gymnast,” she said proudly.

“Spread wide then, baby, because you’re in for a rough ride,” I growled as I raised her ankles over my shoulders and drove my cock into her wet pussy.

She screamed in pleasure as I entered her with force, pushing my entire length deep into her.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” she managed to say between her gasps and ragged breathing as I picked up the speed.

I groaned as I closed my eyes and rammed into her over and over again, causing the dishes in the kitchen cabinets behind her to clatter in time with my thrusts into her.

As her pussy engulfed my erection, I felt her clench her muscles around my cock and the tightness pulled me into the throes of ecstasy. I knew she had just come from her whimpers and desperate moans, and I was close to my own edge.

But just then, the blaring sound of my door buzzer went off. Someone was standing less than 15 feet away from us on the other side of the front door.

“Shit, who could that be?” I groaned, half in pleasure, half in annoyance as I pounded into the blonde one last time.

She moaned as I pulled out of her. “Just ignore it. I want another orgasm before I’m done with you,” she begged.

“There’s plenty of time for that. I don’t have any unhappy customers,” I said with a laugh.

“Mmm. I can attest to that already. The last orgasm was fucking unbelievable.”

“Let’s take a quick breather,” I said as I walked across the living room to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. “I’ll meet you in the shower and we can continue in there. Keep that hot ass of yours ready for me when I get back.”

“Fuck yeah.” She gave me a sideways smile, bit her bottom lip, and ran into the bathroom. I watched her close the bathroom door and then heard the water begin to beat down against the bathtub.

As I wrapped the towel around my waist, I imagined how hard I was going to fuck her in the wet shower in a few minutes. My hard-on poked against the towel as I walked to my door.

When I opened the door, my body stiffened at the sight of her.

“Shit, it’s you.” It was Alexis.

“Oh,” she frowned and I saw the disappointment on her face by my reaction. An unexpected ripple of guilt ran through me.

“Uh, sorry. That’s not what I meant. You just caught me off guard.” I tried to backtrack as I walked out of my apartment and closed the door behind me. If she was disappointed by my comment, I didn’t want to see her reaction if she found out that I wasn’t alone in my apartment. We had a date coming up in four days and I didn’t want anything to ruin my chances with her that night.

“Maybe this was a bad time. I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks as red as roses. I saw her shift uncomfortably as her eyes landed on my towel and noticed my erection poking through.

“No, not at all,” I insisted and laughed. “I ...” I noticed her eyes dart toward my nakedness and smiled. “I was just working out and built up a sweat. And well”—I looked down at my erection and laughed—“I was just about to get into the shower and let out some steam.”

“Oh. Do you have company? I thought I heard something.”

I was surprised by the directness of her question.

For some reason, it pained me to lie to her. But I also knew that I couldn’t tell her the truth—not if I wanted a chance with her, not if I wanted to ever see her again. I knew she was not one of those girls who would still agree to see me if she knew I was with another girl.

“No,” I said quickly. “No, it was probably just the TV. I just turned it off and was about to jump into the shower.”

I looked into her eyes and saw the uncertainty painted over her face.

“Care to join and help me out?” I asked with smirk, motioning down towards my erection with my eyes. I knew very well that she would not say yes, but I hoped it would convince her that I was indeed alone.

“No,” she said with a slight disgust in her voice. “I”—she looked away from me—“I should go.”

Shit, this is not going well.

I sighed and grabbed her arm gently. “Hey, hey. Stop. Let’s start from the beginning,” I suggested.

“Okay?” She looked at me uncertainly.

I gave her a dazzling smile and pulled her towards me for a hug.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek. I caught a whiff of her sweet, subtle scent that made me inch closer into her neck to inhale more of her essence.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Did you stop by for something?” I asked. Our eyes met and I felt an unfamiliar warmth radiate through me.

“Yeah. I”—she paused again—“I just wanted to confirm our thing on Friday.”

I smiled at her. I knew she just wanted to see me. I had already texted her on Saturday to let her know that I was going to take her to Swan Oyster Depo on Friday.

“You mean our
date
?” I asked. Normally, calling a get-together with a girl a date would cause a negative visceral reaction from me. But for some reason, calling our Friday get-together a date with Alexis didn’t feel so bad.

At the mention of the word, she gave me a warm smile, and I was happy that I had used the word. “Yes, our date,” she agreed.

“Yup. We’re all set for Friday. I’ll stop by your apartment to pick you up at seven p.m.”

“Okay, great. Thanks.”

I chuckled at how sweet she was.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just cute that you thanked me just now.”

“Oh,” she replied, and I saw her cheeks flush like a ripe Georgia peach. “Don’t let it get to your head,” she said boldly.

“And there’s the feistiness I knew was coming,” I teased.

She giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll let you shower and take care of business,” she said sarcastically as her eyes darted down at my still hard erection that greeted her from under the towel.

I laughed. “It’s a shame you can’t help out.”

She rolled her eyes again. “See you on Friday, Damian.” She then turned and walked away, leaving me wanting more of what I had just felt seconds ago.

I went back into my apartment and closed the door behind me. I heard the shower still running in the bathroom and remembered that there was a girl in there, waiting to get fucked by me. I looked down at my cock, which was still up and ready for some action.

I’ll just fuck her and kick her out. Why waste a perfectly fine piece of ass that’s ready, willing, and waiting?

But when I got into the shower and saw the naked blonde waiting for me, I knew my heart—and my cock—was no longer in it anymore. I mindlessly went through the motions to achieve my climax and kicked her out after she had cleaned up.

After the girl left, I sank into my couch and started watching ESPN.

Friday cannot come soon enough.
The thought popped into my head as I passed out on my couch, drowning in thoughts of Alexis.

CHAPTER NINE

Alexis

“HEY, GORGEOUS,” DAMIAN SAID IN A husky voice as he pulled me into him—pressing me against his naked, hard bronze chest—and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My breath stilled as I felt his erection press against me.

“Hi,” I said as my eyes darted to the erection poking out of the towel that was wrapped tightly around his waist. A part of me wanted to see it, to touch it, and to feel it, and yet another part of me wondered if he was in fact alone. I knew he was not a guy I could trust. I knew I was taking a risk with my heart to let him in. But I couldn’t help myself for wanting to get to know him better.

“Did you stop by for something?” he asked. I thought I heard a hint of worry in his voice, but when our eyes met, all I saw was the richness of his warm, blue eyes and I felt myself melt into them.

“Yeah. I…” I paused, trying to think through the fog that had covered my thoughts. “I just wanted to confirm our thing on Friday.” I really hadn’t stopped by his place to confirm our date. But ever since I saw him last Thursday night, I had been consumed with thoughts of him and it had been driving me crazy—so crazy that I’d acted out on my urge to come see him.

“You mean our
date
?” he asked with an amused look on his face. I couldn’t help but smile at him when I heard him call it a date.

“Yes, our date.”

“Yup. We’re all set for Friday. I’ll stop by your apartment to pick you up at seven p.m.” He smiled at me and I resisted an urge to kiss him goodbye.

“Okay, great. Thanks,” I said excitedly.

He chuckled at my response.

“What?” I asked defensively.

“Nothing. It’s just cute that you thanked me just now.”

“Oh.” I felt my face grow hot at how easily he could get to me. “Don’t let it get to your head,” I shot back. I couldn’t allow him to think he had such a strong hold on me.

“And there’s the feistiness I knew was coming,” he laughed.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. I was amazed at how easy and natural our rapport was.

“Okay, I’ll let you shower and take care of business,” I teased as I shot one last glance at the towel.

He laughed. “It’s a shame you can’t help out.”

Yes, it is.
He had no idea how tempted I was to take him up on the offer.

“See you on Friday, Damian.” I smiled before I turned to walk away, feeling even more excited about Friday than I had minutes earlier.

***

I looked over at the tiny clock hanging in my bathroom.

Crap!
I was already running late. Damian should be stopping by in a few minutes for our date. I looked at myself in the mirror.
This is as good as it’s going to get
, I thought.

I had spent the last hour trying to do my makeup. But the problem was, I rarely wore makeup. So even after an hour of trying different things, I still had not successfully recreated the look the girl at Sephora had taught me to do when she gave me a complimentary makeover. Instead, I had washed my face at least half a dozen times to remove my failed attempts of looking effortlessly stunning. Somehow I had managed to make myself look like a hooker, a goth girl, and a clown, but nothing remotely close to anything “effortlessly stunning.”

I would never admit it to anyone, but I wanted more than anything for him to find me attractive. So for this date, I’d wanted to make some effort to look amazing. In fact, I had even gone to a salon and got a Brazilian wax. It had been my first time, and it had fucking hurt. I hadn’t liked the idea of removing all my hair though. It made me feel naked. So the waxologist had suggested a landing strip.

So there I was, staring at myself in the mirror that was hanging in my bathroom, wearing a green shell top with a beige cardigan, a pair dark-washed skinny jeans, and black stilettos, and yet, I felt more naked than I’d ever felt.

This is not you, Alexis!
the rational part of me screamed inside me, reminding me of all the red flags that have popped up when it came to Damian.

And yet, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting to see where things would go with him. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from hoping that maybe there was something special between us. So even though every sign told me that Damian was one of those bad boy player types and nothing good could come out of spending time with him, I couldn’t help but want to get to know him. I couldn’t help but want him to also get to know me.

Just then, my doorbell rang.

He’s here!

I took one last look at myself in mirror. “What a waste of an hour,” I said with a laugh and shook my head. I looked pretty much the same as I had before I’d spent $125 at Sephora. I had on a light dust of blush on my cheeks, some mascara, and some Chapstick.

When I got to my front door, I took a deep breath before opening it.
Just see where it goes
, I reminded myself.

I opened the door and my heart stopped as I saw him standing there, looking effortlessly handsome in a simple grey t-shirt and jeans.

When he saw me, his piercing blue eyes lit up and seemed to twinkle. A mega-watt dazzling smile spread on his face.

“Hi,” I said breathlessly and smiled back. There was something about him that always brought a smile to my face—something beyond his undeniable sex appeal and charm.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He pulled me into him for a hug and I allowed myself to sink into his warm, hard, protective chest. I inhaled deeply, hypnotized by his scent—a mixture of aftershave and sweat with a hint of Tide.

As I felt him pull me closer into him and bury his face into my hair, I thought I was going to melt in the simple perfection of this moment.

“What are you wearing?” he whispered in my ear as we finally pulled away from one another.

I frowned and looked at him uncertainly. “Umm. I’m not sure. Gap, I think,” I said self-consciously as I looked down at my clothes, wondering if I should have worn something else.

He chuckled. “No, I didn’t mean what clothes. But good to know. I knew there was something different about you that I liked.”

I looked at him in confusion.

“You’re probably the first girl I’ve met that didn’t seem to care about what they’re wearing. It’s really refreshing,” he explained as he studied me. “And you look beautiful,” he reassured.

“Oh.” I gave him a small smile as I felt blood rush to my cheeks. “So what did you actually mean then?” I asked quickly, trying to change the subject.

“I meant, what perfume do you wear? You always smell amazing.”

I blushed and felt flattered by his comment. “Um, I don’t wear any,” I admitted.