Chapter 11 : First Date

Simone I felt so much lighter after my talk with Mandy. It felt so good to unburden myself and share my deepest insecurities with someone I trusted. It was also good that the person I trusted knew firsthand the problems I was facing. She'd been a struggling agent once too. She'd had to deal with Jake's mean side. Now, she was thriving. I knew that I could achieve the same one day, I just had to keep my head above water. It didn't help when my phone rang as I was driving home from work. The Bluetooth on my dashboard told me Michael was calling. The same Michael I'd forced to leave and fired as my client. The same Michael who'd given me one of my top ten orgasms ever. I answered the phone hesitantly. "Simone, thank you so much for taking my call," he said in a rush. "I've been wanting to text you. Or e-mail you. Or send you a carrier pigeon." I giggled at this. "I don't like the way we left things. I wanted to give you some time and space to process everything, but it's been killing me." Tears filled my eyes for the second time that day. It was killing me too. "I understand if you don't want to be my agent anymore. I crossed a line, and I know it. But, Jesus, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm not being cliché, but I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. Please tell me you'll give me another chance. If not as your client, please come out to dinner with me." "Would it be a working dinner?" I asked coyly. He breathed a sigh of relief on the other end. "I was sure I was talking to a brick wall," he joked. "It's so f*cking good to hear your voice." I smiled despite myself. "It's good to hear your cute rambling," I answered flirtatiously. "Not a working dinner, then," he decided. His voice dropped then, so low I had to turn my car speaker up to hear him. "Dammit, Simone, my c*ck has been so hard for you ever since that day. I close my eyes and see you touching yourself and I almost blow my f*cking load right there." I swerved a little in traffic, and an angry driver behind me laid on his horn. "Shit, are you driving?" he asked with a laugh. *** I took one last look in the mirror before walking out the door. I was sexy as hell. I had on a slinky red dress that hugged my curves beautifully without overemphasizing my problem areas. Normally I'd be nervous to show off so much on a first date, but Michael had already seen me naked. I couldn't wait to get my chance. A horn honked in the driveway, and I knew his car was outside. He'd sent a freaking car. I'd been picked up by limousines for award shows and special occasions, but no man had ever sent a town car to pick me up for a first date. As I stepped outside, Michael was standing by the back door of the car, holding it open for me. He catcalled as I approached him. "Damn, girl, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?" I just smiled coyly at him and slipped into the backseat. He followed, and immediately his hands were on my waist. "Shit," he murmured, nuzzling his face into my neck. "I don't know if I can make it through dinner." "Easy tiger," I purred. "I promise we'll have plenty of time for all that." Still, I trailed my hand down his torso and briefly landed on his crotch. I felt his d*ck twitch under me, and I was just as horny as he was. The restaurant was a good thirty minutes away. We had a little time to play. "My turn," I whispered, as I slowly unzipped his pants and set him free from his confinement. I knew he was huge, but my views of him through his pants didn't remotely do him justice. I moved to the floor so I was sitting in front of him in all of his glory. I couldn't wait to touch and taste. I teasingly wrapped my lips around the head of his c*ck. He was so hard already, and I could taste his desire. If this was any indication of how the sex would be, neither of us would get much sleep tonight. He groaned in pleasure as I made slow circles with my tongue. I took one hand and started stroking his shaft, still teasing him with slowness. His hands were in fists by his side, and his head was thrown back against the seat. I felt sexy as hell knowing I had this kind of effect on him. I was barely doing anything, and he was coming undone. I released his tip from my mouth and started licking his entire member from the top of the shaft down. He squirmed and writhed, trying to make me touch more, touch harder. "Ah, ah, ah," I teased. "This is payback." "So sexy," he groaned as he moved his hand into my hair. After I had satisfactorily covered every inch of him with my tongue, I took him back into my mouth. Obviously, it didn't all fit, but damn if I didn't try. I took him as far as he would possibly go and used my hands to make up for the rest. I took my time, sucking and nibbling until he was screaming my name. Then I stopped, just as he'd done a few days ago. I repeated the same thing a few more times, bringing him just to the edge to drive him wild, then stopping abruptly. "You want to come?" I asked seductively, not sure where this wild sex goddess had come from. "Yes," he breathed out slowly. "Beg me," I said. He groaned again, as if he were ready to come right then. "Please, baby," he whispered. "Please, please, please!" I took him back in my mouth and deep-throated him in earnest. He lost himself in seconds, his hot seed streaming into the back of my throat. Generally, I didn't like to swallow, but I couldn't help myself. I took it all in until he was completely done, then I let him out of my mouth and started licking him clean. When I was satisfied, I let him adjust himself back into his pants and got back on the seat. He was leaning down so far in the seat; he would have been on the floor if his legs weren't so long. His head was still resting on the back of the headrest with his eyes closed, and his breathing was hard. I wiped my mouth and pulled out a compact to check myself. After a few brushes through my hair with my fingers and a quick makeup application, I didn't look like I'd just made a man come in my mouth. *** People were staring at us as we walked through the restaurant. At first, I was paranoid that they could tell we'd just hooked up in the back of his town car, but I finally realized it was because he was a famous basketball player, and I was a nobody. I even noticed a few cell phone cameras pointed at us, but I tried to ignore them. We were seated in a private corner of the restaurant away from prying eyes. The conversation flowed so naturally between us. He was so goofy and vulnerable. I'd never met a man who was so unabashedly himself. It was especially rare in this part of the world. "You're not like the other athletes I've met around here," I finally said. Because, apart from our mind-blowing chemistry, he was absolutely the sweetest man I'd ever met. He was the kind of man you take home to meet your parents. Of course, I'd never taken anyone home to meet my parents, but that had more to do with where I grew up. "Basketball is just a means to an end for me," he admitted. "You know the classic story. The only way for anyone to get out of the hood is through basketball or drugs. So I chose basketball and didn't look back. But I'm getting older, you know? And what good am I if I'm just a washed-up athlete who made a few bucks playing ball?" "And you don't think any of your teammates feel the same?" I asked. Because he was right, it was a classic story. It was similar to my own story. "I'm sure they do, but they don't have my mom. She taught me from a young age that being kind is more important than being rich, and I never forgot that. Also, she would whoop my ass if I did." I laughed out loud at this. It wasn't a cute, flirtatious laugh, but a wild, unashamed laugh. No one in LA had ever made me laugh so much, not even Mandy. Still, we were both aware that this was just a precursor to the rest of the night. As much fun as we were having on our date, it couldn't compare to what awaited us when we left the restaurant. I could tell he was thinking the same thing because when the waiter asked if we wanted dessert, we both told him no. A few minutes later, we were in the back of the town car and wasting no time at all. The second he got in, I grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him to me. There was no awkwardness in this kiss, no hesitation. By now, we knew each other well enough to start in exactly the right place. He pulled away quickly to say, "I have this whole thing planned." Then his mouth was back on mine. I moved away slightly to ask, "What kind of thing?" "Let's just say," he said against my lips, "that we should wait till we get to my place for the big stuff." I smiled against his lips as he kept kissing me. Most men just took me back to their places, and I was lucky if the bed was made. Michael put thought and effort into this. I felt my heart melt a little as I pressed myself closer to him. Thankfully, we didn't have too long to wait. The car pulled up to a small house in the hills, and he grabbed my hand. As we exited the car, I noticed the driveway was lined with freshly lit lanterns. "Please tell me these are always here," I gasped. He just smiled and pulled me to the door. Once inside, I saw a trail of roses. It wasn't just a small sprinkle of roses, either. It was a lush walkway that led to his bedroom. I didn't want to step on them, but he didn't seem to mind. He led me further into the house until we reached our final destination. I couldn't believe it, but he looked nervous. After all the preparation he'd put into this, he suddenly seemed unsure of himself. "We don't have to do anything," he said, running his hand behind his neck. "I have no expectations." "Clearly," I giggled, gesturing to the forest of roses we'd just trampled on. "I hoped, of course. I hoped. But I'm not the kind of guy that thinks because I bought you dinner and lined my walkway with lanterns, you should feel obligated to sleep with me." I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him hard. "I don't," I whispered against his lips. "But I really, really want to." His whole posture changed, and he seemed so much more relaxed. Relieved, even. His hands moved down below my butt and he lifted me up easily. I wrapped my arms around him as he carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed. *** I couldn't even think straight when we were finished. I could barely remember who I was. It was that mind-blowing. I was wrapped around him, sheets tangled around the two of us. My feet barely even reached his knees, but we'd made it work. It had really worked. "I want you to show me more houses," he whispered as he stroked my hair. I propped myself on my elbow to look at him. "What?" Was this the kind of thing he thought about after moving someone's world off its axis? "I just feel bad about how everything happened," he said, not looking at me. "And I still need a new place. You deserve to get the commission." "I can't do that now. I can't even be in the same room with you without wanting to rip your clothes off." He chuckled. "The feeling is entirely mutual." "So you understand why I can't show you a house, right?" He closed his eyes and hummed. Finally, he said, "Just think about it, okay?"