“You didn’t, did you?”
His head drops to the side, his blond hair falling with him. “What if I did? That’s the reason I’m here. A proposition of sorts.” His hand doesn’t leave my back as we reach the bottom and get out, he nods to the bar across the street and I let him guide me over.
“Proposition?” I ask. He holds up a finger and walks off, I watch his ass without shame as he does. It’s one thing I didn’t get to see up close when he was inside me, I wished I had at the time and remember thinking that his ass was probably fine as fine could be. He turns, and I notice that he’s watching me watch him. I look away as he comes back with two glasses of wine.
“I want to fuck you…” he pauses, “… regularly.” I’m glad I didn’t put the drink to my mouth when he said that, it would have sprayed all over him.
“And you think I’d agree to this? Do woman actually agree to this stuff?” I ask looking around.
He shrugs his shoulders and sits in his seat. “You know I can make you come. So, I don’t see the issue.”
Oh God, he’s right, he was… magical. I would never tell him that though, his ego may be too big for me to handle.
“What’s your name?”
He holds up a finger shaking it from side to side before he leans forward, his elbows resting on the table. “A kiss for a name.”
My eyes roll at his words. “You’re sitting across from me, asking me to fuck you, but you won’t tell me your name.” I laugh. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Like a heartbeat,” he replies waiting. “Just kiss my fucking lips already, and tell me you agree.”
I look around, a few women are staring, but for the most part people can’t hear what we’re discussing. I lean forward, my lips whispering against his. He doesn’t let me make it a soft kiss, he leans in across the table and our lips touch, hard, as he opens his mouth tasting me before I pull away.
“Echo,” he says and it takes me a minute to come down and realize he’s just told me his name.
“Your name is Echo?”
He nods in confirmation while bringing his drink to his lips. “Now, when can we fuck?”8EchoShe looks at me like I just asked her to cut her arm off, I didn’t. I merely want to fuck her. There’s a difference. A big difference.
“Red—”
She holds up her hand stopping me from speaking, I sit and wait for her to reply. “You have some balls, you know that?”
I look down at my balls then back up to her with a smirk. “I know, they come waxed and everything.”
She tries to fight the smile spreading on her face and I smile enough for both of us. I like her. She’s the first woman to make me forget about… Selena. And I like that she does that because believe me, I’ve tried to forget about her several times with several other women.
None worked.
Until Red.
“If I agree to this, there’d be no other contact. The only contact we would have would be sex?” I nod my head, it’s what I want. “Because I can’t take on anyone new. I don’t want anyone new. Fun I can do, but I will have some ground rules.”
“I’m listening.” I wait for her to speak.
“I don’t want to know about you.”
I raise an eyebrow at her request. “Explain,” I say.
“I don’t want pillow talk. If you fuck anyone else, I would appreciate it if you use protection.”
“I always use protection, you’re aware of that,” I say remembering the way she watched with heated eyes last time I rolled the condom on.
“Good. No showing up unannounced either like you did today. I need to know in advance.”
“You’re a businesswoman,” I say stating her work. She’s high up for someone so young, she must have worked hard to get where she is. I like that about her.
“Yes. So, do you agree?”
“Basically, you want my cock and not my mouth,” I ask with a smirk knowing full well she wants my mouth too.
She surprises me though when she leans on the table. “I want your mouth, blondie, just not the words that will possibly come from it.”
“I can deal with that. No talk. How about you come back to mine so we can practice?”
She laughs at my words then looks at her watch before she looks back up to me. “How far away do you live?”
I smile as I stand taking her hand knowing full well I’m about to have her.She doesn’t look around at all, her eyes don’t wander and she’s true to her words she doesn’t ask me questions. Not even when she sees a photo of Selena and I dressed up with me holding her around the waist. She undoes her skirt dropping it to the floor then does the same with her blouse. I start to foam at the mouth with the fishnet stockings held up by a garter on her legs, to her lacy black bra that covers her perfect breasts.