I had wondered about her since the moment I had practically plowed her over and earned almost zero response.
Sure, I’d imagined her naked, riding my dick and pleading for me to fuck her harder while I twined my fingers in her coral locks, but for the first time in … possibly ever … I wanted to know more about her. What made her laugh, what made her cry, what made her go wild. No pun intended.
None of which I was ever going to find out because I’d been so tongue-tied I’d let her walk right out of that coffee shop without thinking to ask for her number.
My loss. Definitely.
A finger snapped in front of my face and I glanced over at Helena. At some point before my mind had wandered, we’d made it to my couch and now she was staring at me.
After setting my wineglass on the table, I did the same with hers, as well, then sank back into the cushions, hands at my sides as I turned my head and looked at her.
Helena was hot. Auburn hair, chocolate-brown eyes, full, pouty lips. Yep. Hot.
The same way strippers were hot.
She had a smoking body with her big tits, narrow waist, and rounded ass. It dawned on me that I didn’t know what she did for a living. Maybe she was a stripper.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Helena asked, her hand sliding up my jean-clad thigh, her long, fake nails scraping lightly.
Whether or not you have a drawer full of sequined thongs. “Nothing.”
“Well, I can give you something to think about.”
Quirking a brow, I waited for her to continue. As I watched, Helena stuck her fingers into a small pocket on her skirt.
“I brought something.” She giggled. “I call them now and later.”
The candy? Surely not…
“This one’s cherry. My favorite,” she said with a grin, holding up the small, square packet.
Ah, condom.
That I could get into.
Helena wasted no time reaching for the button on my jeans, and within seconds, with my help, we’d managed to push them down my legs while she stroked my cock to full attention, then suited me up with the cherry-flavored condom. When she yanked my jeans from my ankles and tossed them to the side, I knew this night was about to look up.
And when she knelt between my legs, her fingers curling around my dick, I sucked in a breath.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Let me make you feel better.”
Who was I to argue? I dropped my head back, closed my eyes, and let the forceful suction of her mouth distract me for a little while. I knew how this would go. Helena would blow me, make me come, then work me back up with her hand before impaling herself on my cock.
Not a bad way to spend a night, but I had to admit, I was waiting for the day when I met the girl who realized it wasn’t all about me. Actually, for me, the best part of sex was the foreplay. And not necessarily in bed, either. It was everything that led up to that moment. The first date, the second, maybe even the third. Then, when we reached that pivotal point of no return, when we could no longer keep our hands off one another, it was all about making her come apart, stripping her slowly while she watched everything I did to her, then making her come with my mouth and my fingers, long before we made it to intercourse.
Truth was, I was getting tired of the hookups and the meaningless sex. I wanted something more, something… I sucked in a breath when Helena scraped me a little too roughly with her teeth. Based on her moan, she must have mistaken that for pleasure.
And me … well, I simply kept my eyes closed, pushed all the thoughts from my head, and let her go to town.
Chapter Ten
Presley
Since I had slept most of the day away, by the time midnight rolled around, I was restless and edgy, unable to sit still. And because Gil was at the shop and Gavin was working for a little while longer, I had no one to keep me company at home, so I decided to venture down to the Elephant Room, a basement jazz club I liked to frequent.
Between my condo and the tattoo shop, there were a number of bars and restaurants, all sporting different themes, catering to the diverse groups that descended on the Live Music Capital of the World. That was