26. Daniel

26

DANIEL

T he scantily clad waitress poured another round of drinks, bending over in front of me on purpose to show me her tits. I was certain Michael had paid her extra to do so, and it annoyed me. I liked a good rack as much as any other man, but right now, I was too upset to even think about it. Emily had blindsided me. Even if Evelyn had spoken out of turn and Emily wasn’t really going to sue me, she’d shown me her true feelings by not even returning a single message.

“Look, man, it’s Saturday night. You need to get over this.” Michael tipped his drink up, downing the contents, and gestured at one of the women dancing near a pole on the bar. Her heels were probably six inches tall. I didn’t see how she could even walk in them, let alone dance, but her topless body slithered along the pole, grinding on it with ease.

I turned away, not disgusted, but not interested. “We could have just gone to a bar. Why a strip joint?” I asked, picking up the fresh drink and sipping it. I didn’t need to get wasted. I’d just screw one of these dancers and feel even worse about myself. I wasn’t the type to be unfaithful, and even though I knew in my heart it was over between me and Emily, I wasn’t about to throw myself at a woman until it was official. I had to hear her say the words.

“You really need to get laid. Just jump in and pick one already. There are about a dozen women here who would gladly go home with a billionaire, even if it was just a one-nighter.” He waved the sultry waitress back over with her bottle of gin, and she filled his drink. I tried to avoid looking at her. “What do you say, honey? You want to go home with my friend?” Michael was clearly drunk, and she knew it. She rolled her eyes at him and patted his shoulder.

“I think you’re asking the wrong woman. Maybe try Vixen up there.” She pointed to a redhead wrapped around a pole, legs above her head. She spun slowly, revealing both ass cheeks as the thong she wore rode up her crack.

Michael snickered and winked at the woman before she walked away. “Should I go ask Vixen? I wonder if that’s her real name.”

“Mike, seriously. I’m about to be sued for sexual harassment. I don’t need another woman to join in on the fun.” I downed my drink and set the glass down hard on the bar.

“No, you need to loosen up. I’m your lawyer, and I’m telling you to go fuck that woman and get over your assistant.” He gestured at the woman called Vixen and cupped his drink in his hand.

“I’m not even a little tempted, buddy.” I turned on my seat and stood. “You got a ride home? Because you shouldn’t be driving.” I waited until he mumbled something about an Uber, then walked toward the doors. The hardest part of this whole thing had been not talking to her. If I could have just asked her if her sister was speaking on her behalf, a lot of this anxiety and anger could have been alleviated. I’d at least know.

But not only was she not speaking with me, but the official stance of the firm was that I was not to speak to her. Which meant if I called her and they found out, I risked their not standing behind me should she actually file a lawsuit. I hated it, because she’d torn my heart out and she needed to know how I felt, but my hands were tied.

I let myself out of the club, finding my driver there waiting for me. I climbed in, and he started driving. I assumed back to my house, but I didn’t even care where he went. I just wanted him to get me away from Michael and the insistence that I needed rebound sex to get over Emily. I’d never get over Emily. I had fallen for her hard.

At home, I poured another drink, scotch neat, and made my way up to my room, intent on having a shower and calling it a night. I checked my phone again. Still no messages or missed calls from her. It had been a few days with complete silence, after a few weeks of barely connecting. I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I’d typically settle in and watch a show or read a book, but neither of those things appealed to me. Nothing appealed to me right now, not even work. A huge chunk had been carved out of my heart, and nothing would fill it ever again.

I undressed, leaving my clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor as I turned on the water and let the shower steam up the entire room. The hot water nearly scalded my skin, turning me bright pink, but at least I was feeling something. I stood there letting water rush over my body, pressing my head against the cool tile. I closed my eyes and saw her, smiling at me as she knelt on my office floor mopping up the coffee mess.

I should have restrained myself, followed Michael and Grace’s suggestion to keep my mind focused. Why hadn’t I listened to them? What was so mesmerizing about Emily that I had completely ignored their suggestions and dived into a messy affair? Could I even call that a relationship now, when I knew that Emily had only intended to bait me and come after my reputation and money?

I growled at my own stupidity and pushed off the tile. I washed my face, soap getting in my eyes and stinging, but even that wasn’t as painful as what she did to me. I believed her fully, trusted her, but if Evelyn was telling me the truth—and I believed she was–then Emily had just been putting on an act. So, why was I here in this shower feeling like touching myself just thinking of her? Did I have a desire for pain, a need to be punished for my stupidity?

I shut the water off, realizing if I stayed there a second longer, I’d be masturbating to thoughts of her. That would only make losing her more painful. I climbed out and dried off, dressing in some boxers and a T-shirt. Then I poured myself another drink from the bottle on my nightstand and climbed into bed after downing it. I just wanted to sleep. The whiskey helped, pulling me into dreamland almost immediately.

… Emily leans over me, whispering me awake. She smells like whiskey, scotch maybe, or a flavored bourbon aged in an old barrel. Her smile is intoxicating. I feel myself growing hard just thinking of her lips touching me. I open my eyes to see her straddling me, the sheets falling off her body revealing her perfect curves. She runs her hands through my hair and down my chest, teasing me with her touch. I can feel her hot breath on my neck as she whispers in my ear, "I want you."

I don't need to be asked twice. I flip her over so that I'm on top, pinning her down with my arms. Our lips meet in a fiery passion, our tongues dancing together in sync. I can feel her body shudder beneath me as I slide my hand between her legs, feeling how wet she is for me.

I start to kiss down her neck, my lips trailing down to her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while I use my hand to play with the other. Emily moans loudly, arching her back as she grinds against me.

I can feel myself losing control, my own desire taking over. I want to taste her.

I slowly slide her panties off her and slowly pull her legs apart. She shudders as she feels the cool air on her exposed treasure. I can feel her shaking with anticipation and drive my tongue deep inside her, tasting her inner sweetness. She cries out and holds my head against her as she writhes beneath me. I push her legs apart and slide my head up and down her slit, teasing her with my tongue.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, slowing my pace.

"Just give it to me," she moans. Her voice is so clear, so arousing it makes my dick throb. I want her.

I move my head faster and more urgently, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. Her moans are louder and more passionate as I move my tongue around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. I feel her fingers grip onto my hair, pulling me deeper into her. Her moans are loud and deep. She holds my head to her, encouraging me to keep lapping at her, to keep her on the edge.

My lips greedily kiss the skin of her inner thighs. I smell the sweet scent of her perfume and feel the silkiness of her skin. I taste the saltiness of her cum on her folds and feel the goosebumps form on her skin as I suck her. My hands feel the softness of her body. I see her look down at me as I look up at her.

Emily is spread out on the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as she spreads her legs. Her legs are shaking, her breath coming in gasps. Her breasts are heaving, her nipples hard and erect. She lies there with her eyes closed, head tilted back and mouth parted. Her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her breasts bob slightly with each inhale. Her body is flushed, her skin red and hot as orgasm washes over her in waves. Then I position myself between her knees.

I slide my tip inside her, feeling her gasp with pleasure from the sensation. I grab her by the wrists and push her arms above her head, holding them in place as I grind against her. Her breathing quickens, and I feel her arching her back, pushing her hips up to meet mine. She gasps at the sudden sensation of pleasure that radiates through us both.

I start to thrust deep within her, feeling every inch of her tightness surround me. Emily wraps her legs around me as she cries out in delight at the intense sensations coursing through both of us.

We move in unison as our bodies become one, dancing together in a rhythm that only we could understand. She screams out my name as she reaches her peak, and I can't help but join in on the chorus of pleasure. "Oh, God!" we both moan out together as we reach our climaxes in perfect harmony….

I woke, my body already plunging into climax, and I threw the covers back. It had been years since I’d had a wet dream, and damned if I didn’t have to rush for the toilet gripping my cock as hard as I could to stop the mess from spraying out all over the carpet. My heart pounded as I released, letting the cum drain from my hard dick as I gently stroked it. I leaned one arm on the wall behind the toilet and clenched my eyes shut.

Even in my sleep, I wanted her. How could I let this happen to me?