She raised her hands to do it herself, but then realized they were trembling and she’d never get the job done without breaking something. Somehow this ended up being the straw that broke the would-be one-night-stand’s back.
“Okay,” she said, throwing her cloth napkin down on the table. “This was really nice, and thank you very much for buying me dinner. But unfortunately I need to go now. I thought I could do this, but I guess I’m just not that kind of girl.”
His eyebrows lifted. “And what kind of girl is that?”
She inwardly cringed, but forced herself to say it. “The kind of girl who has sex with a guy because he’s really hot and bought her dinner.”
If possible, his face became even more neutral than before, almost a blank slate. “I don’t require sex from you in exchange for a meal.”
She let out an audible sigh of relief and stood. “Good, because trust me, it wouldn’t have been all that great anyway. I’m too nervous, and I get all fumbly when I’m nervous. It wouldn’t have been a night to remember at all.”
She opened the patio door and let herself back into the front room, where she’d left her brightly patterned satchel. “So don’t feel like you missed out on anything, because you really didn’t. It’s been a while and I’m pretty rusty in that area. So seriously, this is probably for the best.” She said all of this loudly, so he could hear her from the patio.
But when she got her purse situated across her body and turned around, he was right there, standing in front of her.
She gasped and would have stumbled backwards over the couch if his strong hand hadn’t whipped out with precision grace and caught her by the forearm.
“See,” she said, her heart beating erratically in her chest. “Look how clumsy I am right now. Not a great quality to have in a potential bed partner, right?”
A few beats of silence, then he said, “I’ll walk you to the door.”
Lacey had to clamp her lips shut to prevent herself from saying sorry again. Wasn’t she always counseling the girls at work that they didn’t owe the men who came in anything, no matter how many drinks they bought for them? Why was she having so much trouble with this? It was one dinner, and she wasn’t a prostitute. She didn’t have to have sex with this guy just because he’d fed her, even if she was very grateful she hadn’t had to eat out of a vending machine for the second night in a row. Unfortunately, hotels that let you pay in cash without presenting a photo ID weren’t exactly known for their amenities.
At the door, she turned and said, “Good night.”
She was taken aback, however, when she glimpsed something in his eyes. A flicker of sadness that quickly disappeared behind the unreadable mask he’d been wearing since she met him.
“Good night,” he answered.
She stared at him, her brows drawn together in concern. “Are you…?” she asked, pondering the look of sadness she’d seen on his face. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” he answered. “You should go.”
“It’s just that you’re so…” she couldn’t find the right word, instead her legs propelled her forward and her arms acted of their own accord, pulling him in close for a quick hug. At least it was supposed be a quick hug, but he was stiff, like a block of ice as opposed to a human man. He needed this, something told her. She felt like a cozy blanket and like he was a man with hypothermia in need of her warmth.
“You should go,” he said again, his voice slightly muffled and strained.
“You’re right,” she answered, her voice much lighter than she felt. “I should go.”
But neither of them moved and just when she thought she might be standing there giving him the human blanket treatment all night, his arms came up and wrapped around her. His face collapsed into her neck and she could feel the hard, lean muscles in his torso bunch up as he held her even tighter than she had been holding him.
“If you don’t leave now,” he said, against her neck, “I won’t be able to let you go.”
“It’s okay,” she said, not quite knowing what she was agreeing to, just that she didn’t want to release him just yet. He’d been so distant all night, but everything in her body was telling her he needed this, needed her to hold him, like there was something broken inside of him only she could fix.
They stood like that for what felt like hours, his breathing becoming more ragged by the second.
Then his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and he was pulling her face towards his, kissing her with more passion than she would have ever believed the reserved man who’d watched her eat dinner could possess. His lips moved on top of hers even as he pressed into her so tightly, she could feel his erection through his linen pants.
And then she felt herself lifted off the ground for a few seconds only to crash land in a sitting position on an end table with her back against the wall. Somehow he managed to keep on kissing her while unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them and her panties down just enough to push three fingers inside of her.
He stopped kissing her then, but continued to hold her by the nape of her neck as he worked his fingers into her wetness. In and out, so good that Lacey tugged at her shorts, finally kicking them off so she could open wider for him.
In response, he pushed his fingers in even further, using his thumb to manipulate her clit.
Currents of pleasure charged through her, setting off sparks every time his thumb circled around her sensitive button. She wrapped her hands around his heavily veined forearm. She didn’t know why, maybe it was to try to dampen the intensity of what he was doing to her, or maybe she was trying to pull him in deeper. Either way, his forearm became her anchor when the climax he’d built up inside of her crested and flashed hot, making her entire body go tight as she came with her eyes and her mouth squeezed shut.
Only then did he let her go, abruptly pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her essence off of them while using his right hand to take his wallet out of his suit pocket.
“You taste better than the wine,” he informed her in his deep voice as he extracted a condom from the wallet before tossing it aside.
Lacey wanted to reply but became mesmerized by the sight of him pulling his pants down past his muscled thighs. His dick was long and rigid with need, and she felt her pussy clench with thirsty anticipation.
He didn’t give her long to ponder the sight, though. Almost as soon as she saw it, he’d quickly sheathed it in latex. She had never seen anyone get a condom on so fast.