She clears her throat before she drags her hand over her forehead, chasing away a few strands of hair. "I fell asleep."
"You did." I pat the stool next to me. "Come and sit."
"Can I play?" She gestures toward the piano. "I have an urge to play."
I can't deny her even though I want nothing more than to bend her over the counter and fuck her from behind. "You know how it works. You'll pay to play."
Her tongue darts out to coat her bottom lip. "I'm counting on that."
I don't ignore my swollen cock. Instead, I reach down and squeeze the tip through my sweatpants. "Play, Sophia."
She pads quickly across the room before she sits down on the bench. A small, "Oh," escapes her. It's an audible sign of the sensation of her ass hitting the cool leather of the bench. She places her hands on the keys as she turns to me. "Do you have a request?"
My knowledge of classical music is limited to what I've heard when I’ve gone to the symphony. I don't listen to it. My phone is filled with music produced and recorded this year. I don’t want to disappoint her so I say the only thing I can think of. "Surprise me."
"I can do that." She slides another piece of hair behind her ear. "This is one of my favorites. Sing along if you know the words."
I laugh loudly. This playful side of her is what I crave. I want this, all of it; her semi-nude at my piano with a glow on her face that I gave to her.
I get up and cross the room until I'm sitting in the black leather arm chair next to the piano. I lean back and close my eyes as she begins to play.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Sophia
I played a piece by Chopin.It sprang from my fingers once I pressed the first key. I watched Nicholas intently as I finished. His eyes were closed. His head was resting against the back of the chair with his hands folded loosely in his lap.
"That was beautiful," he says without opening his eyes. "Come and sit on my lap."
I don't hesitate. I move quickly across the cold hardwood floors until I settle in his lap, my back resting against the arm of the chair. I can feel his erection. He wants me still, even after I selfishly took from him in the bedroom.
"I chose myself instead of you," I whisper as I rest my lips against his forehead. "I should have told you to stop so you could fuck me."
His eyes open lazily. "I want you to take, Sophia. I want you to use my body. I loved what we did earlier."
"You did?" I tug on the bottom of the sweater, but it's useless. My panties are visible. They're sheer lace so he can see my pussy if he glances down.
He does right then. "I licked my fingers clean. You taste amazing."
I blush. I'm grateful that the room is dark enough that he can't tell. "Really?"
"I was tempted to go down on you right there, but you fell asleep." He rests his chin on my bended knee. "Maybe you should slide those off and sit on my face now."
I want that. I know that he'll be as good with his mouth as he is with his fingers. "Is that what playing the piano will cost me?"
"Not tonight." He shakes his head as his hand snakes up my calf. "You're going to strip and fuck me in this chair."
My pussy clenches at the command. There's no debate. I won't argue with him. I want it as much as he does.
"Do you have a condom?" I ask as I stand to take my panties off.
He leans forward to press his lips to my stomach. "I'll go get one. Don't move a muscle."
I step out of the way so he can rush past me to the bedroom. I consider following him, but he told me to stand still so that's exactly what I do. My eyes scan the area around me. I've been oblivious to everything in this room but the piano. My gaze finally settles on a trio of picture frames on a table near the chair we were just sitting in.
Nicholas is in all three of the photographs. One is of him, a woman and two other men. All of them resemble him, so it's easy to assume they're his siblings. The second is of him with an older woman, who shares the same blue eyes as him. That must be his mom.
It's the third picture that steals my attention. He's much younger in it. The angles of his jaw are softer, his hair a bushy mess. He's standing next to a girl who looks to be close to his age. She's wearing denim cut-offs and a billowy white blouse. There'sno family resemblance between them. It's not surprising since their body language speaks of lovers and not of kin.
