I want her to be mine.
When Alyse opened the door earlier, I nearly stopped breathing. Vibrant chocolate eyes that glimmered slightly with sparkly makeup gauged my every reaction. I couldn’t have stopped my eyes from traveling the length of her if you held a gun to my head with the trigger cocked.
Her dark, shiny hair was in loose waves down her back. All I could think of is how it would look against her fair, naked skin as her head was thrown back in ecstasy. The sweater-like form-fitting dress she wore hugged her every curve like a gentle lover. I’ve never wanted to know what lay underneath a woman’s clothing so badly.
When I got to the high-heeled boots…fuck. I could imagine her in those and nothing else while she was bent over my desk as I watched my cock slide in and out of her slick pussy. And her glossy red lips? Jesus, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kiss them or have them wrapped around my cock. I spent the whole drive to dinner willing my dick back to at least a semi-hard state, reminding him of our end goal here.
Get the girl, not just the fuck.
I don’t want to follow my usual and very-well-treaded path with this woman, which would include dinner, a few after-dinner drinks, and a hard fuck over the back of the couch. Preferably hers so I could leave afterward. It would make her like all the others, and she’s so not. Don’t get me wrong, I want all of those things with Alyse, especially the hard fuck…just at a slower pace.
The talking to I gave my cock all the way here didn’t work and he’s been pounding against his metal prison ever since. He’s mighty pissed he won’t be let out until I jerk him in the shower when I get home, because that’s gonna happen. You can bet your sweet ass the entire time, I will be imagining it’s Alyse’s hot mouth bringing me to the edge and over.
I knew Alyse had grown into an incredible woman when I listened to her talk my mom’s ear off about her business a few weeks ago. Spending the last three hours in comfortable conversation, I have learned that Alyse is not only an extremely intelligent woman, she’s passionate, fiercely dedicated, independent, and a little broken, just like me. She didn’t say so, but I can see it every time I stare into her dark eyes.
No woman has ever made me feel this way, not even Natalie. I’m completely at ease with Alyse. Like I can be the truest form of myself. It’s comfortable, but not in a boring way. More in an I-finally-feel-like-I’m-home way.
I reach across the table, taking her hand in mine. It feels natural. Right. God, it feels so fucking good. “Are you ready to go?” I ask quietly, hoping that the answer is no, but fearing it’s yes.
She looks between our entwined hands and my face repeatedly. I watch the pink flush that starts right above her firm breasts creep into her face, just as if someone’s pulling a curtain from the ground up instead of the opposite. All through dinner I’ve felt her attraction as much as I’ve felt her fighting it, but her body doesn’t lie. Can’t lie. My dick jumps at the thought of being inside her, of having that flush come from the multiple orgasms I will demand of her, instead of the valiant, but fruitless fight she’s trying to put up.
Her mouth says yes, but her eyes say the opposite.
Jesus, Alyse, please don’t make this so hard on me. I’m not that fucking honorable.
Minutes later, the bill is paid and we’re silently driving back to her house. Now that I’ve held her hand in mine, I can’t not reach for it. So I do. She lets me take it. I hear her quickened breaths as loudly as if she’d just run a marathon and I wonder how I’m going to simply walk her to her door then turn around, climb back into my car, and leave.
I may have to pull over to the side of the road before I get home and relieve this ache deep in my balls. I’m not sure the hard-on I’m sporting will go away any other way. And the last thing I need to do is walk into my house and have my brothers and my mother see this giant bulge in my jeans. Although at least Gray will be assured that Alyse’s virtue remains intact.
For now. Because it won’t for much longer.
Fifteen minutes later we pull into Alyse’s driveway. I turn the car off. She waits for me to run around and open the door for her. Somehow this little ‘business dinner’ ruse has turned quite nicely into a real date. I can’t help the smile that takes over my face.
Taking her hand, I walk her to the front door where we stand, awkwardly. I can honestly say I’ve never been in this position before, so I have no clue what to do. Every time I’ve walked a woman to her door for the last seven years, I knew what followed, even on my first date with Natalie. Hot, sweaty, dirty sex. I’m truly in foreign territory here, so I have to follow my gut for the first time in…ever.