“I’m going to fuck you in this pool, then out of it so I can taste you,” he says and his arm reaches behind me and grabs my ass sliding me close to him. He drops his hands and grabs my legs so they wrap around his waist. I can immediately feel his erection near my entrance. A soft moan escapes my lips, I move slightly on him for some friction, and as soon as I do Zeke goes dead still, his hands hard on my thighs. I open my eyes to see his icy blue eyes are now gray. Looking at me, one of his hands goes between us, and he touches my clit. I go stiff from the touch. “You on anything?” he asks, very deeply. I shake my head no, and that’s all it takes. He reaches for a condom from the side of the pool, which I didn’t even see sitting there and slides it on between us.
Not wanting it to end, when he’s happy with how my moans have increased, he removes his hand and slowly inserts himself in me. He’s big, huge, so much so that he goes slowly at first. But I need more, it’s so painful wanting more, but not getting it. I reach down and remove his hand and sink down. My head goes back and he moves us backward in the water while I’m on his cock, and he starts to move me up and down. I want to scream from the pleasure rolling off of me and in me, and then he stops, lifting and turning me around. My hands go to the edge of the pool and he sinks back into me again. Fucking me like I’ve never been fucked. And all I can think is, Fuck! I’m so having one-night stands for the rest of my life if they feel like this.
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” Zeke whispers in my ear, biting it as he does. My back arches to give him more access and he takes it and fucks me so hard I scream, my eyes close and I’m in orgasm land.
His warmth leaves me and for a second I stay in the same spot, eyes closed. Not moving. When I do open them, I turn around to see where he is, but he’s disappeared. I swim to the edge of the pool and pull myself out, grabbing my clothes and pull my shirt and shorts on. I don’t know if I’m meant to go, or what I’m meant to do now. So I slowly make my way back inside his magnificent house and notice him standing at the fridge. I fidget with my other items of clothing in my hands as he turns to face me, with just a towel wrapped around him. His face scrunches when he looks at me.
“Why are you dressed?” He shakes his head and turns back around. “Get undressed,” he says turning to cook something on the stove. I smell bacon wafting my way and my belly grumbles loudly.
He turns back around when he’s done cooking and sees me still standing in the same position unmoving. “Why do you still have your clothes on, Bexley? I have to have dinner too,” he says with a slight smirk. He places the plate on the table in front of me and then looks me up and down before he reaches out and touches my shorts undoing the button and pulling them down. “Sit,” he says when I have nothing on from the waist down. I do and he says. “Eat!”
I manage to pick up a piece of bacon. Placing it in my mouth, he watches me eat and then removes his towel. His hand touches his cock and he strokes it a few times and then bends down on his knees. He grabs my knees and swivels me around in my chair and proceeds to eat me for dinner, making me scream. Then he fucks me over the kitchen table and I let him. I let him do it all because he can. He can fuck me any way if it means this man continues to touch me.
Zeke walks away leaving me lying on his kitchen table panting while trying to catch my breath. I lay there for a good ten minutes before I finally move. When I sit in the seat at the table, Zeke comes out dressed. I look at him with raised eyebrows.
“I’ll take you home now,” he says and walks out of the kitchen. I immediately feel used and abused. Grabbing my clothes that are now scattered across the floor, I rush to put them back on. Walking to the entrance of his home, I see that he’s already seated in his car waiting for me get in. I do so without saying a word. The drive is quiet, not a word is uttered from either of us. I can feel my body start to flush from the embarrassment that’s taking over as we near Ember’s apartment. He stops and I feel his gaze on me. I open the door and just as I’m all the way out, I turn to look at him. He doesn’t meet my eyes when I look, though his eyes are definitely on me, looking over my body. I shut the door and don’t say a word. What am I meant to say? I’m a dickhead for having a one night stand with a man that’s heartless? Nope, no words are needed. Maybe, actually, alcohol is required. And fuck, I don’t even drink.
Ember grills me for a few weeks about my mysterious date and I ask her what she knows about him. She said she couldn’t say, he’s very private and it’s best not to talk about it. I don’t argue with her, I just have to stop thinking about him. About the way his hands grabbed my hips so tight they left bruises, and about the way his tongue circled my clit and then dipped down low to make me even wetter. I have to get him out of my head, where he belongs. Because I couldn’t be with someone so heartless; a man with no emotion, because it’s not me.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
~Christopher Marlowe~
Zeke has tried to ring me, but I’ve remained strong and not given in to that flashing green button that says talk. I know why he wants me if the sex was as good for him as it was for me, he wants more. And I don’t just want that. I’m turning twenty-six, I want something more stable, something to ground me. To give me companionship. I don’t see that in him, and I’m afraid that I would fall for him regardless.
Just as the thought of him pops in my head again, my phone starts ringing. Private number. I contemplate not answering until Ember looks my way and threatens me with her eyes. She’s sick of my phone ringing and she wants me to answer him whenever he calls. I’m in the middle of picking accessories for her latest client when it stops and restarts. I grab it and notice it’s a private number again. I answer, hoping it’s not him.
“Bexley,” his voice comes out strong, and I can feel my disdain for him weakening me with just at the sound of his voice.
“I’m working, Zeke,” I manage to say after a long pause.
“I know, I’m out front waiting for you,” he says roughly.
“Why?” I ask as I maneuver to the window of the two-story building, and when I look down, I see him leaning against his car. My heart speeds up just looking down at him. He dressed in casual dark jeans and a plain white shirt though he looks like a million dollars.
“‘Cause, I want you.”
“Ah ha,” is all I can say to that. What woman doesn’t want to hear that a man that can fuck and look as good as he does, say those words?
“Come down,” he says in a demanding voice. “Please,” he adds lastly. I look around to find Ember at the window and she nods her head excitedly.
“I’ll be right down,” I say and hang up. I go to the mirror and check my reflection. My hair is down, angling around my face, I have heels and a skirt on. I push my c-cup boobs up a bit higher in my low cut shirt and nod my head. I can do this. I can see him and not just fuck him. Then why the fuck was I checking to make sure I looked okay? I’m fucked!
He pushes away from the car when I exit the doors and looks me over, his eyes roaming all over me. He always seems to be doing that. Never giving anything away with his facial expressions or lack thereof.
“You’ve been ignoring me? Why?” he asks and walks closer. I back up, wanting to put some distance between us. He notices and stops his descent.
“I’m not a fuck bunny, I won’t be there to just please you. I want more, which I don’t think you can give,” I say and look down at my feet, not wanting to look at him in the eyes.
“Well, I want you. So, I guess we’ll have to work on that little situation of yours.” His voice is low. I look up to see his eyes still on me, assessing me again for a reaction.