Chapter 28: Like Rose Petals?
Chapter 28: Like Rose Petals?
Chapter 28: Like Rose Petals?
Roy
With Alessia's hair thrown up carelessly that way, I could see the little hairs that trickled the back of her neck. Now that she is standing at the bartop with me, I see her loose shirt is tied enough to show her jeans bottoms. She has the tiniest waist, the edge of the waistband of her Jean's flared away from her hips because of it.
“I only knew one person living here when I first moved in, Faya is his name. He is an old friend but yes, he took me here to eat. Don't know how he found it but I liked the vibe and pipped up a couple times since then. Did you hate it? I know it is nowhere near swanky like your spot was.” She chuckled in amusement, almost like she didn't care if I liked the place she chose or not. Still, I answered her honestly.
“No, it was good. It gave me a sense of you as a person and somehow this place suits you if that makes any sense.” I told her. She nodded like she completely understood, which I am glad because I am not good with words the way she is when she is explaining something.
I am good with pickup lines, smooth talking and flirting. The other stuff isn't my strong suit and I never needed it. Chicks dig smooth men.
“So what now, Alessia?”
Alessia Pov
I have been given a miracle. I overheard Faya on the phone today even though he had no idea I was paying attention and I heard him say he met a girl. He wants to meet you with this girl and he said tonight is the night he was going to do it since I was staying in tonight. It is only Friday, right? Alessia wouldn't go out on a Friday. This is perfect. I didn't have to lie as hard this time, he left before I did and I watched him get in his car and drive off about thirty minutes before I was planning on leaning the apar to go walk down to that hole in the wall place.
Roy might hate it, but honestly whatever, I don't care. I like it, and it will say something about him if he doesn't. If he complains about the smell, the lack of ambiance or the filler people, he wouldn't get here. I don't want him to be stuck up and I feel like he might not be but by his reaction, I will find out.
All throughout our casual night of having a few drinks, the conversation moved smoothly and I was happy about that. I hate disinteresting people and something tells me Roy is much more interesting than he lets on. I can tell he doesn't always follow exactly what I am talking about when I get into things like literature or random shit I learned on a podcast I listen to or weird existential thoughts I have but he keeps up well and isn't afraid to ask a question. Which I am happy to answer. But he talks about some cool stuff too, it wasn't only me.
When Roy asked me what is next, it was practically a rhetorical question. We both knew what we came here for and we both knew this was ending back at his place and I am much more prepared for him this time around. After I lost my virginity to him last weekend, I decided to buy a dildo and rid myself of any discomfort. To get used to having something thick between my legs and to feel for myself where I liked to be touched. Nothing wrong with self exploration, I later had a vibrator but this was more internal research whereas the vibrator I had was a small one mostly for external use. My best friend Nina gave me some pointers over the phone and as I said before I know a lot about sex from the girls back in the father's brothels and their words came flooding back to me the more I thought about sex. So, yes, a week of pract was all I needed and I am ready to fuck that dick and fuck it good.
On the car ride back to Roy's place, the foreplay already began. First, he put his big and warm hand on my bare thigh and would squeeze lightly or rub over it and I let my fingers explore the corded muscle of his forearm as it was extended in front of me while he held my leg. He has great toned skin like a true man. No tattoos really, except one tiny one behind his ear that I have no idea what it is. And something small written on one of his inner biceps and again, I never made the effort to read it or ask about it. All this innocent touching was still somehow working me up in anticipation for his real touch. His hands, mouth and body all over me to touch me how he pleases.
I toward him too, I leaned over and kissed just under his ear while he was busy driving. He groaned in response to it and at the next red light, he grabbed my jaw and crashed our lips together in a fast but deep kiss before he let me go altogether and drove the rest of the way home. When we were in his apartment, he didn't just jump me like he did the first time. Instead he shut his front door and flipped us around, slowly but deliberately he started walking towards me until I found myself against the wall. When my back hit the hard surface, it was practically with a bounce and my arms stayed slack at my side, palms flat on the cool wall.
Roy left no room between us, he backed me into the wall and then brought his sexy man hands up to the buttons of my shirt and started to undo them with the finesse of a confident man at ease. He wears button downs all the time, this is second nature to him. All the while, I was starting to notice my chest raising and falling more rapidly with every new button that had come undone. My heart was beating against my chest and my now exposed chest. His hands stopped after he untied the knot at the end, skid on his hands under the material to cup my bare breasts. They aren't very large, but fit perfectly into his warm palms.
“Umm, like rose petals.” His deep voice finally surfaced for the first time since walking up here to begin with.
His thumbs gently started to glide back and forth over my soft nipples. Using his hold, he pushed them up so they were higher up for his mouth to reach.