Jonas
In New York City, real estate came at a premium, so most built up instead of out, and I was no exception. It was likely the reason so many buildings had a rooftop deck. The weather wasn’t always accommodating enough for us to use them year around, but on nights like tonight when it was, there was no better view I could think of. I stood off in the corner, but kept the sight of buildings and water in my view as I watched the beverage caterers finish setting up the bar. This would be a draw to the place, especially on nights when concerts were being played next door at Pier 17.
I had spared no expense when it came to building CHG Seaport because with most hotels located in other parts of Manhattan, the competition was limited, which meant more money for me. The neighborhood had gotten a facelift, and as more businesses like mine opened, the value would just increase. It was another reason I was able to hold this recruiting event, and also why I had those caterers bring a big enough selection to appease even the most finicky of drinkers, myself included.
Just an hour ago, I thought I might need more to drink than I’d planned, but Kenzie seemed to have mellowed. I didn’t want to be blasé about what had happened between us in high school, but that was all water under the bridge as far as I was concerned. I wanted to be honest and say I had never acted that way with another woman after her, and while I stopped doing dares and taking on bets where they were concerned, I still fucked just as many, and maybe more. I used to rack my mind wondering what I could’ve done differently in high school, and other than choosing not to film the sex, I couldn’t say for sure I wouldn’t have acted the same had the events that fateful March not happened.
It should’ve been a downer to know I’d driven a girl to such a dark place, but it hadn’t been enough to conform me. Sex. It was such a natural thing, and no matter how much I might want to stop my player ways, it never stuck. If I wasn’t having sex, I thought about it. And when my thoughts would go there, I’d get pleasure in some way whether it be a random hook-up, or at times, my own hand. Orgasms were like a drug, and withdrawals from them were not something I had any desire to go through. I wasn’t a complete manwhore, though. Deep in the recesses of my mind, I would remember the way I had almost ended a girl’s life. At least now, I could finally put those guilty thoughts to rest because I had seen her once more, and she was doing even better than I ever thought she’d be doing.
The introverted teen with gangly legs and glasses had grown into a very hot woman. I thought back to her in that dress. The old Kenzie would’ve never worn anything so revealing, but I was glad the new her did. She still had the same long legs that made me think of little else but draping them over my shoulders as I feasted on the prize between her thighs. When we’d had sex after the prom, I’d been surprised about a number of things, none more so than realizing how easily I could bring her to an orgasm with just my tongue. Most virgins didn’t have multiple orgasms their first time, but she had. I’d made her come with my mouth, fingers, and twice with my cock. It was those memories that now had me rock hard.
Would she be interested in a trip down memory lane? I would’ve automatically dismissed the idea after I’d hurt her the way I had with that damned video, but she still seemed attracted enough to me, so who knows. I thought back to earlier in the evening when she’d put her hands on me, then dragged them lower. I’d never cursed so much about clothing as I had in that moment. I wanted to feel her hands on my bare skin, and her touch much lower.
You’re not here to fuck the women you’re auditioning.Even though I told myself that more than once since I left the ballroom, my body was slow to accept it. Typical. I’d try to use logic in one head, but the lower one would have different ideas.
“The view is gorgeous from here,” a woman said from behind me.
I turned to see Leeann DeSoto standing there. Although the woman was very pretty, she didn’t evoke the same response in me that Kenzie Broderick did. Still, I looked back over my shoulder and decided not to rule out the possibility if my initial plan didn’t work out. “You can’t even see the water from here at this time of night.”
She slid closer, her hand brushing over my arm. “I wasn’t talking about the ocean.” Leeann then winked at me, before asking, “Would you like a drink? I could get us both one.”
I cleared my throat. “I’m good at the moment, but please feel free to help yourself.”
“I will, and just a word of warning…” She stopped for a few seconds, then touched my arm once more. “Drinking makes me loose, and some have said I can be a bit of a wild woman.” She then sauntered over to the bar, leaving me with that vision.
I shook my head. Back in the day, I’d take that warning and would show her how the same could be said about me, but right now, I wasn’t thinking about hitting the sheets with her at all. Leeann was very attractive, around the same age as me and obviously successful, based on the resume she’d practically recited earlier to me before Kenzie rescued me from her clutches. Now, more than ever, I hoped she showed up as promised.
“Look who I found,” Leeann announced, gaining my attention again.
“Hello, Mrs. Robe—” I started to speak before the dark-haired women interrupted me.
“It’s Ms. Roberts,” she corrected me, drawing special attention to her title.
“Of course, Ms. Roberts.” I turned to Leeann. “Go ahead and show her to the bar, Miss DeSoto.”
The blonde was about to say something else, but thought otherwise. She grabbed her friend’s arm, and the two walked over to the corner station so Julie could get a drink. I moved away from my current spot and saw a group of male chefs off in the other corner. Figuring now was as good a time as any to introduce myself, I walked swiftly over to them.
There were four men, and although they appeared to be having an animated conversation, I used their presence to my advantage anyway, thrusting my hand forward. “Hey, guys. I didn’t get a chance to formally introduce myself earlier. I’m Jonas Courtland.”
When the first of four guys rattled off his name, I didn’t even catch it as I was distracted by Kenzie and her friend entering the deck area. Both had changed out of their earlier dresses and while that was shame, I was enjoying the sight of my ex in tight leather pants and a shirt that barely covered her midriff. My eyes traveled down the length of her toned body, my dick getting harder with each second I drank her in. I glimpsed at the bright red heels she was wearing, and they were ones I certainly wouldn’t object to her keeping on while I fucked her.
“And I’m Jonathan Price,” another of the men said loudly.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” I told them. I was about to speak to the others when the two women made a beeline for the bar area. “Excuse me, I see someone I need to go and greet,” I stated quickly, then moved off to the side to continue my appraisal, choosing not to meet up with Kenzie at the bar because Julie and Leeann were still there.
I was physically rooted in place, but that was my feet only. My eyes moved with her body, not missing the slight sway of her ass as she walked. She’d always been somewhat pretty, but now, she was hot as fuck and the hardness of my erection confirmed just how affected I was. Kenzie’s hair was still down, the long, silken waves cascading midway down her back. It looked like spun gold, and no one would’ve ever been able to guess she was a natural brunette. The longer I looked, the more my thoughts were now on wrapping it around my wrist as I fucked her from behind.
It was almost as if she knew what I was thinking, or possibly sensed it, because Kenzie turned around. With a cocktail in her hand, she aimed a wink at me. I leaned against the wall. Her eyes stayed on mine the entire time, then she and her friend stepped away from the bar to take a seat at one of the nearby tables. My attraction to her kept me captive even when she set her glass down onto the small table and plucked the cherry from her glass. When she placed the piece of fruit, stem and all, onto her tongue, I stiffened.
Dear God! I knew exactly what she planned to do when it disappeared into her mouth. Still, I watched and grinned as she kept her eyes on me. I could see the movement of her luscious lips, and seconds later, she stuck her tongue back out and removed what looked like a knotted stem.
Fuck. If I hadn’t been hard enough to pound nails already, I would be now. Kenzie held it up before tossing it onto the table. She then returned her attention back to her friend and their drinks. This woman was certainly not the girl I remembered at all. I often thought about who she’d once been, and even entertained the idea of one day making amends with her. Now, I wanted to fuck the woman she’d become six ways to Sunday. And damn if I’d last an entire week without touching her.
When Leeann and Julie left the area and most everyone else was talking among each other, I moved over to where Kenzie was sitting. Her friend noticed my presence but made no attempt to warn her, so I was easily able to sneak up behind my ex-lover. Leaning over her shoulder, I stared at the stem, then her ear as I lowered my head. “Impressive skills, Miss Broderick.”
She shivered, especially when I kept my head in the same spot, knowing my warm breath would tickle her skin. Kenzie stayed still for a moment before throwing her head back. I backed away, then looked into her upturned face.
“It is Miss, yes?” I asked, not wanting to cross any boundaries. There’d been a time when it didn’t matter whether a woman was attached in any way or not, but I’d matured over the last decade. Now, I had enough single women at my disposal that I need not involve myself with unwitting drama. I wanted this woman so badly that I wouldn’t have any qualms with throwing decency to the floor along with the clothes she was wearing.