She looked like she was sorting through the thoughts in her head, and for a moment I wished I could climb inside to take a look at what made her brows pull together and her lips purse in quiet contemplation.
“And do you normally break into people’s apartments?” I asked with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
She broke her gaze from the window and looked up at me sheepishly, color staining her lightly freckled cheeks. “This was a first.”
As if realizing how ridiculous it was, she let out a little laugh and shook her head. I had to give it to her, she was resourceful. And brave as hell to do what she did. I’d be lying if I wasn’t impressed. Yes, it was illegal, but I had done my share of illegal things. I wasn’t anyone to judge. This was a harmless act to getto what she desperately needed, which was that box on my coffee table. It was clear to me she needed an orgasm. And before the night was through, I intended on giving her exactly what she came for.
Chapter 3
Sadie
Iwasn’t sure if my heart was at a standstill, or if it was beating too quickly to get a read on it as I tore my gaze away from the man’s piercing eyes. There was an intensity to them, whirling in the icy pools of blue, and I could feel them on me as I took another sip of bourbon. I normally didn’t drink bourbon, but right now I needed this. Needed it to not completely come undone under his stare.
I should be getting arrested right now, but instead I’m enjoying a drink with one of the most ridiculously good-looking men I had ever seen and taking in an almost 360-degree view of the city, which still came in second in comparison to him. He wore a navy-blue suit and a white button-down that revealed a sliver of his tanned chest underneath. I wondered if it had been a long day, hence the top two buttons being undone. It took everything in me to not let my eyes linger on that one tease of bare skin. Well, almost everything.
The hint of stubble that ran down his chiseled jawline was also distracting. It tensed every so often when I caught him looking at me, his lips pressed into not quite a smile, yet a smirk all the same. My mind wandered to what his lips would taste like, or what the black and gray bristles of his god-like face would feel like against my skin. My toes curled in my socks, once white, but now scuffed black from the fire escape.
I took another long sip of bourbon, almost choking on the strong liquor as it made its way down my chest and melted into a pool in my stomach. My empty stomach. I realized I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, which meant this was all going to go to my head quickly. Maybe it was better that way because right now I didn’t want to think. My blood was boiling, begging for the release I had come up here for, but now it was amplified in his presence.
Opening his door to find him standing there holding a box of sex toys, one even being held in his hand, was a sight I did not expect. And instead of being outright terrified of being caught in his apartment, I had stumbled over my words because I was distracted by him. The look in his eyes that seemed like it wanted to devour me whole.
He still looked at me that way now, and I wanted him to. Recklessly, I wanted him to satiate the hunger I could see in his eyes and the hunger I could feel at the core of me. I had never felt this need to be touched by a near stranger. Hell, I had never felt this need to be touched by my ex-boyfriend. I never felt that inane desire to throw all caution to hell and fully let go. Until now. And that was terrifying.
Up until twenty minutes ago, when I was climbing out my window and onto the fire escape with the intention of breaking and entering into someone’s apartment, I had always been a fairly straight shooter. Risks were not something I took. They were hardly something I thought about because they never seemed worth it. It was what my parents loved about me. What my teachers loved about me. What my boss loved about me. Reliable Sadie.
I was always on time. I was quiet and agreeable. I met my deadlines. I never ruffled any feathers. It wasn’t until recently that I realized these qualities were what led to the mess my life was. Qualities my ex-boyfriend liked and took advantage of. I went along with everything he said and everything he wanted because I was so desperate to make him happy. So desperate that even when I found out he was cheating, I didn’t call him on it.
Months went by, and I never asked where he was when he would come home long after I had fallen asleep. I never asked who he was talking to in hushed whispers. I never asked who the blonde girl in the lacy lingerie was in the photo he was texted that he thought I didn’t see. I stupidly let him continue to lie to me. To take from me. To hurt me.
In the end, he was the one who ended up leaving me, not the other way around. I never had the nerve because I knew it would just lead to a messy fight, and I didn’t have it in me to stand up for myself. I was weak. I hated that about myself.
But right now, I had a chance to take charge. To do something that I had never done before. To prove that I wasn’t just reliablelittle Sadie. I was wild. Passionate. Reckless. Or at least I could pretend to be. It helped that he looked the way he did, with this sex appeal pouring out of him effortlessly. I could do this.
I lifted my glass to my lips and took a long sip, draining the rest of the contents of my glass. I refrained from choking, but still felt the amused look from him.Him. I didn’t even know his name. I shook my head as I bent down and set my glass on the plush, cream carpet at my feet.
“I must be out of my damn mind,” I muttered as I began peeling my socks off before standing straight before him.
He looked at me curiously. It wasn’t until I began shimmying out of my leggings that the curious look in his eyes turned animalistic. I pulled the hem of my leggings slowly past my hips, down the length of my legs, until peeling them off completely in a pool at my bare feet. My nerves were fighting against the liquid bravery I had drunk, but I pushed them down as I trailed my fingers up my bare thighs to the hem of my knit sweater. His eyes seemed to track my every touch, like a lion watching its prey. I lifted the pink fabric up over my head, tossing it aside.
I wondered what to do next as I stood there unsure in my black thong and matching bra. He cocked his head slightly as his eyes took me in, inch by inch. Slowly. Torturously. I nervously reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I watched his eyes, now a storm of ocean blue. I chewed on my lower lip, unsure of what to do next. Maybe this was a bad idea. I was about to reach for my clothes when he closed the distance between us with two slow steps.
I sucked in a shaky breath as he towered above me, his body mere inches from mine. His hands found mine, only briefly, before his fingertips grazed up my arms. His eyes never left mine.
“You are becoming more interesting by the second,” he whispered hoarsely.
My eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his gruff words. Every hair on my body seemed to stand up, acutely aware of his every breath and touch. His lips pressed to my neck and I leaned my head back to grant him better access. The stubble I was so desperate to feel brushed against the sensitive skin of my nape and I let out a quiet whimper of release.
The sound seemed to awaken something in him as his hands swiftly moved to my backside, gripping my flesh as he hoisted me up so I was wrapped around his waist. I gasped at the sudden motion. At the growing bulge I felt pressing against his pants. He carried me to the large, cream-colored couch in the center or the room and set me down as he kneeled before me. His hands ran up the entirety of my legs until his fingers wrapped around the waistband of my thong. His eyes watched mine carefully. I gave him a single nod, as if giving permission.
He slid the black, mesh material from me slowly. His eyes left mine to take me in, spread out before him. He was a beautiful sight and I could feel the core of me pulsing under his gaze. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached behind him for the cardboard box, pulling it to the floor. His lips pulled into a mischievous smile as my eyes landed on the sex toys inside. He rummaged through the box until he pulled out a clear plastic boxthat held a small, silicone purple wand. I watched him carefully pull the flaps open as he slid it from the packaging. He found the button with ease, bringing it to life with a slow, steady, buzzing sound. I swallowed hard as his eyes found mine again, before he pulled himself up to hover over me.
I breathed in his cologne, musky and woodsy, lulling me even more into desire. His hand slid up my navel toward my breasts that were peaked against the mesh surrounding them. He peeled the black fabric back and lowered his mouth, his wet warmth surrounding my nipple. I let out a breathless moan as his tongue moved against me.
The dull buzzing from the vibrating wand still filled my ears as I leaned my head against the back of the couch. I feel the tip of the wand press against me between my legs. I squirmed at the sensation, but his firm hand held my shoulder steady as his tongue moved from one breast to the other. I dug my toes into the couch as my body absorbed the dull hum against my clit. The curve of the vibrator was as if it were formed for me and I began to give in to it, lifting my hips to press more firmly against it. My hands were frantic and wanting as they grasped the man hovering over me, tugging at his jacket, trying to be closer to him. To the sensation of ecstasy I felt.
He lifted his mouth from my breasts and brought his face up, pressing his forehead against mine. My eyes fluttered open and found his. His blue stare remained unbroken as I felt his fingers trail against my opening. As the vibrator was still pressed firmly against me, he dipped a finger into my already wet slit, slowly moving deeper into me. I let out a throaty moan, and soon, his mouth was on mine, swallowing my sounds of pleasure. Histongue explored my mouth ravenously, tasting every part of me, and me tasting all of him.
The sensation of his tongue against mine, the pulsing vibrator, and the slick ease of his finger inside of me brought me close to the edge. I felt my entire body tense at the promise of release just moments away. My fingers reached for his back, digging into the linen fabric of his suit as my hips lifted. He slid another finger inside me, exploring with an expert touch that moved slowly, contrasting with the quick movements of the vibrator still pressed against me. His fingers began to move faster, pumping in and out of me. I couldn’t hold anything together as I exploded into a thousand pieces. I let out a loud moan into his mouth, releasing around his fingers. With every pulse of pleasure erupting in me, my body hitched as I let out another moan.
