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Chapter Two - Charles
The more we kiss and the greedier she gets for my touch, the more I begin to wonder what I’m getting myself into. Why she’s interested in my old ass is beyond me, but the fact that she is here and offering herself to me is enough to put my wondering on pause so I can just focus on making her come as many times as I can.
I’m sure we are making the taxi driver uncomfortable and normally I would be courteous to him since he is kind enough to be our ride back to the Airbnb, but seeing as Lillian could decide I’m a bad kisser or too old at any second, I don’t risk pulling away and giving her the chance to catch her breath; therefore not giving the driver a break from our mauling each other. I’m becoming blind to everything but her skin and the way it bursts into goose bumps under my fingertips and the ample curves of her body as she strains in her seat to get as close as she can. I can feel her body trembling as she pulls away from kissing my mouth to work her way down my neck as her hand goes under the cover of my jacket, to the zipper of my jeans.
I’m a gentleman, at least that is what I have to remind myself of as my hand covers hers, pulling it away. I don’t want her rushing to try to please me. She’s the goddess out of the two of us; it should be me worshipping her. Mustering the strength, I pull away, fully expecting her to snap to her senses and stop altogether. Instead, she blushes, flushing a deeper red when she glances at the driver.
“Whoops.” She bites her lip, looking at me guiltily. “You might actually be worse than the cocktails.” Her accent is husky from the alcohol and it’s an addictive sound. I could listen to her talk for the next hour and still not get enough of it.
“How do you mean?” I’m not stupid; I know what she means and it makes me feel twenty again, but I just want to keep her talking. We’re minutes away from my Airbnb. What if we arrive and she changes her mind?
“You’re getting me drunker, kissing me like that,” she admits under her breath, but I’m sure the driver still hears it.
“Oh, baby girl,if I had my way with you, you wouldn’t be able to stand.” As soon as the words slip out, I regret them. I don’t want to scare her. She can tell me to buzz off anytime but before I can really start beating myself up for it and apologize, she presses closer in her seat until her tits are nearly hugging my arms. This woman's tits could stop a train.
“There’s more of those empty threats.” She pulls her oversized handbag from the floor by her feet and puts it on the end of her knees.
That’s it, she’s leaving. I went too far and she’s going to walk away when the car stops. Except she doesn’t. Her hand trails down my arm, past her tits, and grabs my hand before bringing it to her hip and then her thigh. I watch her face, waiting for any clue to what she’s doing when her legs slip open and she slides my hand up the inside of her dress. Oh, motherfucking shit.
I should tell her to at least wait. I should put this on pause and get her back so I can pour her a drink and treat her like a lady. But if a lady asks you to touch her in the back of a taxi, then you give her what she wants.
I curl my body in front of hers as best I can, and she holds the bag in front of my hand while her other settles on the back of my head as I lean in to reclaim her mouth. There’s no way the driver doesn’t know what we are doing. He could have kicked us out by now but since he hasn’t, we may as well finish the show for him. I trace my finger up and down the fabric of her underwear. I don’t want to touch her too hard or too fast in case she isn’t ready. But from the way her body curves up to meet my touch and press against my hand, I don’t need to worry about that. I wonder what she likes better. To test the water to see what she favors, I start by slowly pressing my thumb to her clit, tracing it round and round gently at first before hardening the pressure. I have the answer to my question on her preference because it takes seconds for her to begin trembling, panting against my mouth as she clings to the back of my neck. That was very quick.
She lays her head on my shoulder as she composes herself. The car slowing lets us know we’ve arrived at the Airbnb.
“Will that be cash or card?” The driver doesn’t meet my gaze as he waits for my response. He must have to put up with some shit in his line of work.
“Cash.” I hand him the folded bills, knowing there’s enough for the fare and a healthy tip. “Have a good night. Thank you for the lift.” I step out of the car first, waiting for Lillian to follow me.
Her eyes go to the building that houses my Airbnb, her face freezing in part fear and part confusion. “What are we doing here?” She slows from walking alongside me and instead looks to me to appear suddenly quite sober.
I glance between her and Bourbon Place. It’s an apartment complex with an apartment that’s owned by a businessman. But instead of leaving it vacant when he is not here, he has it empty of personal effects and rents it out to other businessmen to use in the same manner. I’ve been staying here for so long I know the owner of the building and was even thinking of trying to rent a parking space to house a car here. “My Airbnb is an apartment. I’m going to be renting it while I am in town for work. Why do you look concerned? Is there a problem with this building?” It seems like an odd question to have to ask.
For a moment she continues to look confused, but a lightbulb moment seems to flicker in her head because she snaps out of her wariness and returns to my side. “Yes, sorry. My friend used to live here… Her now ex-boyfriend took over her apartment and I thought for a moment you were him but I’m mistaken. It must be the alcohol. Can we get a drink? A soda or water?” She takes my arm and lets me lead her past the doorman who greets us with a nod and we continue to the elevator to access the apartment, which is on the top floor. It overlooks the pool and has nice views of the sky in the morning which is one of the reasons I like staying here so much.
“For a moment I thought I was going to have to call another taxi.” I wonder what caused her wobbly moment. Is she telling the truth? She doesn’t strike me as the type to lie. I lead the way through the apartment to the living and dining area. It’s a very open plan, with a large archway leading to the kitchen.
“I’m sorry. I just got muddled for a moment.” She smiles, her sultry gaze portraying nothing but sex and innocence. What a deliriously delicious combination. “May I have a drink?” She slips her coat off, revealing her sinful dress again. I’ve already touched beneath the dress. Now I want to remove it and reveal what’s underneath.
“Of course.” I can help but answer to her ass as she turns to hang her coat on the back of one of the dining chairs. They’re large velvet curved back bucket chairs and the sight of her standing next to one makes me think about her sitting in one while I eat her out. I wonder if she will let me. I can almost feel her thighs over my shoulders and her high heels tickling my back.
“Are you hungry?”
Her question throws me, bringing me back to the moment. I find her looking at me with a teasing smile as she sits down on the chair. “Not for food.” I turn back to the kitchen to fetch her a drink before I act out the fantasy I suddenly can’t get out of my mind. Anticipation thrums through me as I fetch her a soda from the kitchen.
