Chapter 9 Chapter Nine
CANDY’S POV
Eight o’clock couldn’t come fast enough.
I feel like younger me did on the day Brent had asked me out for the first time, to prom no less, with one of the most outlandish promposals ever. I’d been giddy with butterflies fluttering in my belly, caught in the beauty of it all and I’d said yes. And now, years later, I’m stood inside my room despite my hurting ankle, waiting for my date to show up because I said yes again, just to someone different this time.
For someone as smart as I pride myself to be, I don’t seem to learn from my mistakes. I’m less naïve now though if that counts for anything but still.
I hope I look good enough in the simple, fitted, black silk dress I put on. With its stringy straps on both shoulders and a daring slit down the side to show a bit of skin, I guess it has to do. I paired it with my silver sli It usually looks better with my heels but I can’t wear those now because of my ankle. I hope I’m not over dressed for whatever he has planned. It’s the only nice thing I packed on this trip so I hadn’t even asked questions when he extended the invitation, I’d just slipped into it.
At exactly ten minutes to eight, I hear a knock on my door telling me he’s here.
Taking in a deep breath, I unlock the door and let him in. I breath a sigh of relief when I see he’s dressed in a fine ass black tuxedo that shoves my anxiety about being over dressed out the window. He’s always been a handsome man, a damn looker, but cleaned up, he looks even better. I’m tempted to lift on my tippy toes and kiss him but that doesn’t exactly scream no strings attached does it?
“You look so beautiful.” He says smiling at me before extending his arm to me.
Smiling back and blushing lightly, I take it, sliding mine through the loop of his, my door shut behind us.
He’s quiet like he’s got something on his mind as we walk to the elevator but I force myself to stop from asking about it. It’s not my business to know and I doubt he’d want to share what has him so occupied with his neighbor that he fucks now, even though it’s bothering me.
He walks us Into the elevator and as soon as the doors close behind us, cocooning us into a world of our own, he becomes a different person. As if his earlier thoughts has been wiped clean from his mind, he turns to me with a hunger that has nothing to do with food clouding his eyes.
“I hope you have your lipstick in your bag because I’m going to kiss this one off.” He whispers to me like it’s a secret he doesn’t want anyone else to know.
Sliding his hand slowly up to my neck, he squeezes down gently and I gasp from the spontaneity of it. Bending, he takes the opportunity to slam his mouth on mine kissing me like our lives depend on it. There’s an energy to this kiss that’s different from the ones we shared yesterday but I don’t mind it. I think I like it. It’s rough and masculine and tastes just like him.
His tongue slides Into my open mouth, tasting all of me and I let him because it’s so goddamn hot to be wanted like this. It’s fucking intoxicating.
His other hand slips through the slit of my dress until it’s brushing against my barely there panties, a hum of approval coming from somewhere deep in his throat.
“All I’ve been able to think about since I left you are the things I want to do to you. We’re playing a dangerous game here, you know that baby girl?”
I nod, unable to answer with words as his fingers drum closer to where I need them the most. A dangerous game…….I think I can survive that if this is what he brings to the table every time.
One of his powerful thighs gently pushes my legs apart and before I can get used to the invasion, he starts to rub my pussy through my lace panties. I whimper in response, moaning to the strum of his fingers against my clit. It makes my body hum that he knows where that is, Brent could never.
“Someone might walk in on us.” I manage to get out with my last functioning braincell but he swallow the sound with another mind fucking, earth shifting kiss until I can’t remember what it is I’d been protesting about. “All the fucking better.”
I turn to putty in his hands as he continues his ministrations, letting him stroke me to the brink of climax and back. “I want this to be on your mind throughout dinner. I want you.”
He made sure to enunciated every word of that last part, making a mess of my brain. Messing around feels good, almost too good to be true. I should have started this with him when I got here, not waste a whole damn week in my room grieving. Right now, I’m glad I got drunk the night I did and stumbled into his life.
Brent starved me! Emotionally and sexually that bastard starved me just because he was giving it all to someone else!
Fueled by the memories of the things I’d seen, thinks that broke my heart and left me with nothing, I grab onto the back of his neck, kissing him back, feeding on his lips as he makes me soak my panties with my arousal for him. Daringly, I unbutton his jacket, pushing my hand under it like I’ve always wanted to do with my man, finding his nipple under his shirt.
He groans into my mouth as my fingers brush against it, his fingers thrusting inside me at the same time. I go flush against him as he starts moving it around slowly, begging him to make me cum again.
But he abruptly stops when I come so close to exploding on his fingers, just as the elevator comes to a stop. He pulls his hand from underneath my clothes, brushing my clit for the last time and I come so close to begging him to let me finish. I don’t care who sees. Gently, he adjusts my dress and look until the only evidence of what we were just doing was my missing lipstick. The doors to the elevator open to let in an elderly man and another lady with a toddler hitched to her hip.
They seem oblivious of what had been going on in here before they rudely interrupted but the baby keeps looking back at us like she could smell our sins in the air.
I miss him and his magic hands already, my insides screaming from my near orgasm that doesn’t look like it’s happening any time now anymore.
Holding my eyes, this daring man slips the two fingers that’d just been inside me into his mouth, sucking them clean. Brent would never and I was with him for roughly eight years.
“let’s hope the food lives up to this.” He mouths to me as the curious baby looks from him to me and then to him again.
Trust me little one, you don’t want to know, I think to myself, chuckling.
This should be an interesting night.