“Look at me.” He wasn’t asking, he was demanding. And I complied, staring up at him with wide eyes while he fucked my mouth. Only breaking contact when my frantic fingers hit the spot and an orgasm washed over me. Kris didn’t give me a moment’s rest. He led me to the sofa while I was still shivering from ecstasy. Pointing to his condomless dick, he asked, “Is this okay?”
“Yes, God yes. Fuck me.”
He bent me over the back of the couch and manhandled me in the best of ways. Forcing me to sign the rights of my pussy over, declaring on several occasions that it was his, all his. I promised to never give it to anyone but him.Who says that type of shit?Me … it was me and if he kept fucking me like this, it would all be true. I could still feel the weight of him, but this time he used his mass to lock me in place, taking full control. All I could do was scream and moan for more and he gave it to me.
After a mind bending orgasm I gathered my things. At the elevator door, we said our goodbyes. “I had a good time. I hope you did too.”
He shrugged. “It was alright,” he teased. I swatted at him with my hand but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him before I could make contact. “Thank you for coming, and coming, and coming, and coming.” His eyes were hooded and filled with lust. I knew if I didn’t leave now he would have me on my knees milking his dick. “Promise to seriously think about my invitation.”
“Uh-huh.” I gave his cheek a quick peck. “See you at work tomorrow.” Entering the waiting elevator, I took one last eyeful of him in all his shirtless majesty.
“I’ll be the one in the red velvet suit with a satisfied smile on my face,” he said, as the doors closed.
The datewith Belen was more than I could have hoped for. Normally, I don’t like entertaining people in my space, because after a few hours I start to get claustrophobic and search for solitude. As you can guess, I’m a lot of fun at parties. But Belen was intoxicating, down to earth, and sexy as fuck. Based on appearance alone, the embroidered cardigans and pencil skirts, you would assume she’d be conservative in the bedroom, but that assumption would be wrong. She had some spice and I was jonesing for another hit.
I’m not going to make statements like “The perfect package” or “Woman of my dreams,” but she held my full attention. Which is probably why I invited her to Canada. Weird? Maybe. Moving too fast? Probably. But when it came to romantic partnerships, I didn’t need months or weeks to figure shit out. I think too many people ignored what their heart told them, opting instead to listen to their head which ordered them to slow down, don’t be too eager, and whatever you do never show you care.
I was more of an all in type of guy. Belen and I shared an undeniable connection, and I was interested in seeing wherethat led.But did I have to invite her to meet the parents?If I’m being honest, I didn’t really think that one through. My mouth was making the ask before my head or heart had a chance to object. In my defense, listening to her describe her lackluster Christmas plans tugged at my heartstrings because, in my opinion Belen deserved the world, not a lonely day filled with sadness.
The cardinal rule in my household was don’t introduce my mom to random women. When each of us started dating, she informed us she and my father did not have to meet the flavor of the month.Was that what Belen was?Belen was less of the flavor of the month and more like the entire ice cream shop.
Meeting your significant other’s parents after dating for over a year was momentous. But meeting the parents after just weeks was foolhardy. Christmas was a few weeks away. Did I really expect Belen to jump at the chance to spend the holidays with my family after a first date? Maybe I should secure a second date to ensure this wasn’t residual sexual euphoria and my feelings were coming from a real place. And more importantly, suss out whether Belen was feeling me just as much as I was feeling her.
Entering the mall through the west entrance, I was greeted by Tyler. Tyler was a standup guy with kids and a wife whom he adored. He liked sports and video games and our conversations were never heavy because he kept me laughing. Tyler was like the class clown all grown up. I enjoyed his company so much in fact, that we’d watched basketball games together and I’d even been to his house for dinner, meeting his wife and kids.
“You didn’t have to bring me coffee.” Tyler pointed at the two coffee cups in my hands.
“I didn’t. This is for Belen.”
“You know you’re a bad friend, right?”
“Because I didn’t buy you coffee?”
“No, we were supposed to hang out on Sunday, grab a few drinks and watch the Timberwolves whoop the Ramblers’ ass.”
I cringed. “My bad. I totally spaced.”
“Well because of you, our team lost and you had me on pins and needles waiting for the date deets.”
I rolled a thick shoulder. “There isn’t really much to tell. We went snow tubing, she seemed to like it and then we just had a nice Italian dinner and did the whole first date getting to know you thing.”
“Did you smash?”
“No.”
Tyler raised a challenging eyebrow. “Did you rub on that ass at least?”
“Nope.” What happened between Belen and I was just that, between Belen and I. I’d never been one to kiss and tell and I had no plans of transforming into a sportscaster to provide Tyler with a play-by-play.
“So you miraculously managed to land a date with fine ass Belen Goodwin, and all you two did was talk and eat stromboli?”
“Actually, it was chicken parm.”
“Did you get a goodnight kiss?”
I clipped my head in a swift no.
“Wow, so essentially you had a foodie call.”
