Promises, Promises (24 page)

Something caught my eye on the other side of the street where I just came from. It looked like that guy I kept seeing. I keep getting spooked, but can’t seem to figure out the exact face of the guy. I kept looking across the street and …
BAM
! I smacked right into someone and fell to the ground. I shook my head and sat there for a second. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed and looked up to who was trying to help me up.

“Baby you can run into me any day.” I laughed and was surprised to look up at Z! I glanced up at where I was and it was some training gym. He was sweaty and carrying a gym bag. “Are you okay? What are you doing all the way over here?” He asked me, helping me up and hugging me.

“I didn’t feel like running into Mark just yet, so I thought I’d run the streets and I just didn’t pay attention, I guess.” I didn’t want him to worry about the mystery person I think I keep seeing.

He kissed me and then frowned. “Well, I’m glad you took a different route, but you need to be more careful. This isn’t the best part of town.” I looked around and realized it really wasn’t. “Come on, I’ll give you a lift back to the townhouse and you can change for our date.” He took my hand bringing me over to his bike. He was securing his stuff when a tall good looking guy, covered in tattoos came walking over. “Z, man, what was with you today? You kicked my ass!” He exclaimed laughing.

“Hey Daryl, this is Izzy.” Z introduced me. Daryl had a buzz cut hair, muscular build and soft brown eyes. He had that bad boy look to him which led me to believe he’s been in more than his fair share of fights.

Daryl’s eyes grazed over my body as I held out my hand. “Ahhhh, now I get it! I’d kick some ass for her too!” He said laughing taking my hand, “Nice to meet you Izzy.”

 “Nice to meet you, too.” I smiled at Z’s boxing partner.

“Is this the girl who plays pool?” he asked, again checking me out from head to toe.

“Yep, this is her.” Z replied, smiling proudly.

“Damn. And she plays pool. Alright Z, I’ll see you tomorrow for another round?”

“Sounds good, man.” Z said as he high-fived Daryl.

As he walked away, I asked “So, you told him about me playing pool?”

He smiled, glancing at me after cinching his bag in. “Of course I did! Nothing is hotter than a girl who hustles pool!” He laughed. I just shook my head and got on the bike behind him. He was all sweaty, but I didn’t care. Actually, I was sweaty too from my run. I hugged him tightly and put my head on his back as we took off.

We pulled up to the townhouse and he came inside with me. “I might as well wait here and then we can head to my place, since the diner I want to take you is closer to my house anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” I ran up and took a quick shower and changed.

I came back down and he was sending a text to someone on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Damn, you always look so good.” I smiled, not knowing what to say. I grabbed my purse and keys and we hopped on his bike, heading back to his place.

 We got inside and he told me to make myself at home as he ran upstairs and I heard him turn on his radio.

I went into the kitchen to grab some water. I didn’t see any bottled water in his fridge, so I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and turned the faucet on. Something was wrong with the spicket and water sprayed all over me. I quickly grabbed the handle and pushed down, but I had a hard time turning it back off. By then the damage was done. Water was all over my hair, face, t-shirt and the front of my jeans. I looked like I had just been in a wet t-shirt contest.

I wiped everything down, then decided I’d run upstairs to see if Z had a t-shirt I could borrow. He was still in the shower and I didn’t get a response when I called out “Z.”

I went ahead into what looked like his bedroom. I thought he’d totally understand and lend me a shirt anyway.  I felt weird being in his room without him. I wasn’t trying to snoop; I just needed a shirt! I went to his closet and grabbed a t-shirt, thinking I’d change quickly and could run back down stairs. I took my sopping wet t-shirt off and started to squeeze out my hair with the dry parts of the shirt.

“What did…?” was all I heard as I turned around quickly. I was so surprised and I had the feeling like I was doing something wrong and I wanted to explain.

He stood there with just a towel around his waist. His body was still damp from the shower. Oh. My. God. He had a gorgeous black tribal tattoo on his right shoulder coming down to his chest. My mouth fell open and I was clearly gawking at him. “Uh…you…you have a tattoo…” I stammered. I took him in with my eyes and I gazed over his strong shoulders, his muscular arms, then down to his tight, ripped abs. His towel was hanging low on his hips where he had one hand holding the towel together on one side. I could see the “V” that led my eyes down and I noticed his hard cock lifting the towel…perfect. I finally shook my head trying to think again and realized I had no shirt on and my white cotton bra was still wet and I’m sure see through.

Quickly, I glanced back to his eyes. They were dark, lustful and full of deep desire. He was gazing at me the same way I just had at him. He licked his lips and took a slow step towards me. I swallowed and more than willingly took a step towards him also. We stood about an inch apart and stared deep into each other’s eyes.

I swallowed hard again. “I…I…needed to…shirt…the faucet doesn’t…” Just then he grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and pulled me in roughly for a deep, sensual kiss. His lips were wet as his tongue entered my mouth. It was that same type of hot, fiery, passionate kiss that we had exchanged when we were in his office. It was so erotic and I immediately felt a warmth of pleasure sweep through my body.

I dropped the wet shirt and reached up, fisting my hands through his hair. My sexual need for him was becoming so intense and I wanted him…every inch of him.

He pressed his hard body to mine and quickly undid my bra; one handed. I let my arms drop to let it fall to the floor. He let go of his towel and started working the button and zipper on my jeans while backing me to the bed. He stopped and gazed at me, smirking and with sexiest voice said, “You can have my shirt…you can have anything you want.”

Screw going slow. I need him
now
. I licked my lips and whispered, “I want you.” He gave me that same sexy sly grin that turned me on so much the other night and kissed me again. He pushed me down onto the bed and stripped my jeans off quickly. I was panting and so ready for him to take me, especially as his eyes grazed over me hungrily.

My eyes grazed down his body, finally resting on his cock. He was so hard and huge and…fantastic. I bit my lip still staring at his hugeness, thinking ahead to all the possibilities he could provide.

He lay down on top of me and continued our strong kiss. His hand moved to my breast, cupping them with need and then pinching my hard nipples, causing heat to pool within me. Needing him to be closer to me…needing him to be
in
me.

Instinctively, I reached my arms above my head, like I’m supposed to. I felt like I should have a blind fold, but closed my eyes thinking that would have to do. I started hoping this will be a good punishment, but then couldn’t figure out what I had done. Finally, I realized I wasn’t with HIM, so it wasn’t a punishment. I was having a hard time trying to think differently. I dared to peek down at Z, since this wasn’t a punishment.

He kissed every inch of me softly, moving slowly down my body. He lingered, lovingly kissing my breasts taking more time to sweep his stubble against the underside of my breasts. He continued kissing down my body gradually, finally reaching my panties. His finger lingered around the top and kept sweeping deliberately back and forth, driving me insane with a throbbing need.

He finally pulled my panties down slowly over my thighs. He took a deep breath, smiled and licked his lips. “My God, you are so fucking beautiful. I want to
devour
you.” His voice was gruff, deep and sexy as hell.

He began to kiss every inch of skin around my sex. I moaned with pleasure as he nuzzled me with his mouth. Finally, he grazed his tongue lightly over my clit. The feeling was incredible and sensual and I wanted so much more. He slowly spread my legs and kissed my thighs coming back up to my pussy. I felt like he was tasting every inch of me with such desire and intensity, I moaned and writhed with pleasure. He continued to circle my clit and dip into me with his tongue. I couldn’t stop moaning, I wanted to come so badly. He plunged a finger inside of me and then two, searching for my spot. I cried out panting when he found it and circled relentlessly as he continued to circle his tongue on my clit. “Please…” I moaned several times.

I was on the verge of coming and it was killing me. Why won’t he just tell me I could come? It was unbearable and I kept moaning, “Please…” He continued his assault on me harder and more intense and I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to take it.

Then he withdrew his fingers and seemed to concentrate more on my clit. “Please…” I moaned out again and my eyes began to tear up. He looked up at me and I couldn’t stop the tears. He started to skim his way back up to my mouth, kissing me deeply letting me taste myself on his lips and then began to kiss my tears softly.

He quietly whispered, “Did you enjoy that?”

All I could do was nod and cry harder, then I said, “Please….” again…

“Please what?” he whispered in my ear and again began to kiss my tears.

“Please, let me come.” I begged. Why wasn’t he letting me come…what had I done that deserved a punishment? Why was he making me beg?

He paused and finally slowly said, “I’m trying…umm, did you like what I was doing?”

I nodded, but the tears kept coming. He slowly glided his hand back down and began to rub my clit gently and slowly while he nibbled on my ear. I moaned again and begged “Please…”

Chapter 17

Z

Maybe she’s the type that needs to hear me talk so she can come. So I whispered in her ear, “Come for me babe…I want to see you come so bad.” And she did. She moaned with pleasure as I continued to massage her clit and I felt her shudder as she came harder. I watched her gorgeous face as she finished her orgasm. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I kissed her rough and passionately. Her tears were still streaming and I wanted to kiss them all away. She seemed to be very emotional in bed and I wasn’t used to that. I couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to be inside her so badly.

I reached for a condom out of my nightstand and sat up on her. I rolled the condom on as her eyes opened and watched me. She licked her lips and I could see in her tear stained eyes that she was so full of lust; it made me even more excited.

I slowly entered her. Holy fuck, she was so tight. I remembered she probably likes to be spoken to so I whispered in her ear, “You are so beautiful and so tight.” She moaned as I watched her tongue glide over her bottom lip. Good, I thought, she does like that. She started grinding into me as I began my rhythm. I started thrusting faster into her and she moaned again, “Please…” So I started telling her how gorgeous she is, how hard I am for her, how tight she is. “Please…” she moaned breathlessly yet again.

I was so close to coming, but I wanted her to come first. I knew it would make me come so much harder. I started to try to think of other things so I wouldn’t come as I continued to thrust into her harder. “Oh God Please…” she moaned as if she were in agony. “Am I hurting you?” I asked into ear in a whisper. “Oh…God no...oh…no…please.” I couldn’t for the fucking life of me figure out why she wasn’t coming. I lifted her leg up, thinking that maybe she needed a different angle. Fuck that felt so good. I wasn’t going to last much longer at this angle. I looked down at her and remembered she likes to be talked to. “Yeah baby. That feels so good. Come with me.” And just then she came so hard. She shuddered again and I felt her clamp down on my cock as if milking me for everything I had. That was it for me and I came so hard, thrusting as far in her as I could. She screamed out, “Ahhhh, yes…..yes….!”

I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and her ear. “That was amazing,” I whispered breathlessly. She still had her eyes closed and nodded. I noticed she still had tears coming. “Did I hurt you?” I had no idea what to think at that point.

“No.” She shook her head. “It was so good…I loved being with you.”

“Then what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I was totally confused. Fuck. Mel was right. I should have waited with her. Crap. Now she thinks she really is a rebound.

“I...umm,” she sniffled, “did I displease you?” Her brows were pulled in looking confused and concerned.

What? Why the fuck would she ask that? “No…why...how would you have not pleased me? Why are you asking that?”

She replied, “Because you waited so long to tell me to come.” What? And then it hit me….
Holy Fuck
. Are you kidding me? That sick fucker messed her up in her head so much that she had to be told to come? I mean, I enjoy the hell out of telling a woman to come, but not as a command. I was trying to contain my shock.

“Izzy, I was waiting for you to come.” I got back on top of her and looked into her eyes and kissed her hard. “Don’t ever wait for me to tell you to come. You come whenever you want.” She nodded, but still seemed to struggle with that concept so I continued, “I loved watching you come. It turned me on even more when you came.” She looked totally confused, but I wasn’t sure what else to say. I lay down next to her and put my arm around her.

She turned into me so we could face each other. She looked so sad.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Yes. I’m…I’m so sorry. I thought you needed to tell me….it…doesn’t matter. I’m so sorry.”

I was relieved that we sorted that issue out. “You don’t need to be sorry.” I kissed her tears and held her in my arms. I think I was still shocked and I didn’t know what else to say. If I said anything I’d probably go off about her sick ex and she didn’t need that right now. So I just held her.