I stood in the front chatting with Gwen for a while before James finally finished talking to the man in the back. When he got to us, I noticed he was carrying a bag similar to mine, but larger. He didn’t say anything, just took my hand, told Gwen goodbye, and led me out. I was curious about the bag but refused to ask. Maybe he had bought a gift for someone else, or for himself. If I said anything about the cuff, and that was the case. Then I’d look like an idiot. Silence was golden in this situation.
We walked back to my building, and James walked me up to my door. He didn’t look like he was going to come in, so I made sure to invite him in for a drink. There was no way he was getting away now. We’d had the date, and now we could move on to the next step. I was about to blow Dr. Eldridge's mind.
“I’m cooking you dinner, Jay. Which would you prefer, breakfast for dinner or quiche? I have the stuff for both. Namely, eggs.”
James snickered a little. “Either is fine, whichever you’d rather have.”
“Okay, quickie it is.”
“You call it that, too? I always thought it looked like it should be called quickie.”
That was the opening I was looking for, and he walked right into it. Perfect. I took the eggs out of the fridge and placed them next to the mixing bowl and the rest of the ingredients making sure to swish my hips a little more than normal, bending low with my ass toward him to get the mixing bowl as he leaned on the countertop. I made sure every move was a sensual promise, including small smiles, licking my lips and finally feeding him a piece of the honey ham I was about to chop for the quiche.
“You like it?” I practically purred while he chewed.
His eyes were low lidded and couldn’t leave my gaze. I knew if I felt the front of his pants, he’d be interested. But I wanted him even more than that. I wanted him to be desperate.
“I love it, Ethan.” It sounded like he was talking about something other than ham, but I wouldn’t jump to conclusions. I was too close to getting what we both wanted. I just needed it to be perfect, and there was one way to help that happen.
“Kiss me, Jay. I need it.”
I put my arms around his neck, pulling him to me, and he didn’t resist even for a second. When his lips met mine, I took over. Tongues dueled, teeth clicked in our desperation to be as close as humanly possible. We’d played with our attraction for so long that we had perfected staying at arm’s length and gotten used to the longing. The time for pining for what could be was damn sure over now. I wanted him, and he wanted me. That was the page we were fucking finally on.
I rubbed myself on him like a cat in heat, because goddammit that was what I was at the moment. I wanted everything, and I was ready to have what was next on my list. Dropping to my knees, I made quick work of getting his pants down to his ankles in no time.
“Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?”
Looking up at him, I didn’t answer at first, because it was obvious what I was doing. After I got his deliciously thick cock outand almost to my lips, I looked up and finally answered, “I’m giving you the quickie you asked for, Jay.” And that was when I swallowed him down, thanking the gods of all things cock that I’d gotten rid of my gag reflex years ago.
“Oh, fuck!”
That was all James could get out while I worked him to a quick end, savoring my first taste of my Jay. Delicious and salty-sweet were the words that came to mind as I pulled his pants up and got him dressed again.I knew with his past and his pent up desires, he’d be quick on the draw like he’d been in the hallway that night a while back. It wasn’t disappointing. It was what I’d expected. It wasn’t what James had wanted, though.
“I’m so sorry, Ethan. It’s been so long, and I just don’t have the ability to hold out much anymore.”
I used the countertop to leverage myself back up. Standing up in these heels was a bitch on a good day, but I was a little affected by my quickie, too.
“It’s absolutely fine, Jay. I wanted that, and you did, too. We’re not done tonight, not by a longshot. Why don’t you sit on one of the barstools while I get dinner ready to put in the oven?”
James shuffled over to one of the two barstools at the small bar and proceeded to make small talk while I got the ingredients together for my ham and Swiss quiche.
“Tell me about your tattoo on your arm. I’ve seen it, but I know there must be a story behind it.”
“There is a story. Perceptive as always. I got it in remembrance of my Gran.”
“She loved flowers? What kind are those? Cherry blossoms?”
“They are cherry blossoms, correct again.” I whisked the eggs to add to the other ingredients, being a little sloppy as usual, then smiled as I remembered my Gran telling me if I was going to help in the kitchen, then to not make such a mess. “She was a character, my Gran, but one of her most favorite things was Spring.”
“Spring is beautiful down here. It’s my favorite, too.”
“Yeah. We had a cherry tree in the front yard, and it was the first thing to bloom every year. She’d watch it every day. When it would finally start to bloom, she’d make her special roast for dinner and celebrate the end to the cold weather. I got this cherry blossom tattoo to remind me of her.”
“That’s a great story, Ethan. I know you must have loved her so much.”
“I did, and I still do. But life goes on. Now, I can carry her with me wherever I go.”
We continued to talk while I chopped the ham and added that and the cheese to the bowl with the eggs. I poured it all into the pie shell I’d baked already. It was simple, but with some of the chopped fruit in the fridge, it would be a great meal. Later.
