Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Holden

Where to begin…

Where to begin…

I felt like a starving man at a buffet.

There was so much I wanted to do with Lala, and I couldn’t seem to contain myself. We’d just been together this morning, but I needed to see her again already. I couldn’t wait until tonight. In my defense, I’d waited a long time for this.

She finally responded to my text.

Lala: I take lunch in an hour.

My dick twitched. I’d always had a strong sexual appetite, but now I was Holden on steroids.

Holden: Good. I’m coming to meet you.

Lala: Okay. Anywhere in particular you want to go?

Holden: Down on you.

Lala: Where are we supposed to do that?

Holden: Oh, Lala, you have no idea how resourceful I can be.

Lala: OMG

I made a quick stop at the drug store before driving over to Lala’s work.

A couple of minutes after I texted her that I’d arrived, she exited the revolving doors of her building. I reached out and pulled her into a kiss right there on the sidewalk in front of the lunchtime crowd. It didn’t matter to me how many spectators we had. I’d waited too damn long for this to care.

When I let her go, I took her hand and led the way.

Her blond curls blew in the wind as excitement filled her eyes. “Where are we going?”

I smirked. “My van, actually.”

“You want to have sex in your van? What if someone I work with sees us?”

“Don’t worry. That ain’t gonna happen.”

We arrived at the garage where I’d parked my now completely blacked-out vehicle.

She looked it over. “I’m not even gonna ask why you have these window coverings on hand.”

“Probably better if you don’t.”

“Creepy-van man,” she teased.

“Guilty.” I held up my hand. “Welcome to the dark side, Lala.”

“You’re the hottest creepy-van man I’ve ever seen, though. Pretty sure women would volunteer to be kidnapped by you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss Ellison.” I leaned her against the van, pressed my body into hers, and nuzzled her neck. “I fucking missed you.”

“It’s only been a few hours, but this morning has been torture, hasn’t it?” She bent her head back and closed her eyes, letting out a satisfied breath as I sucked on her skin.

I led her into the back of the van, which I’d cleared out, and Lala removed her jacket. “By the way, I already ate,” she said. “Since I suspected no actual eating would be happening during lunch.”

“Oh, there will be eating. Trust me. Speaking of which, take off your pants and spread those beautiful legs for me.”

She eagerly removed her pants before slipping off her undies so she was naked from the waist down. Then she slipped her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra.

Lowering my head, I ran my tongue along her clit in slow but intense circular strokes, eventually going lower and lower until my tongue found its way to her asshole, licking around it and then up and down her ass crack. Her breathing intensified.

I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, so I stopped. “I know you’ve never had anal, but has anyone ever done this to you?”

“No.”

“You want me to keep going?”

“Yes.” She panted. “Please. That felt good.”

Practically shaking with need, I began to explore her ass with my tongue, moving it ever so slowly in and out of her perfect, tight little asshole.

Her legs became restless. No longer able to hold back, I lifted myself up and grabbed the condom out of my pocket.

“Tell me what you want,” I rasped.

“I think I…” She hesitated.

“What, Lala?”

“I want to try anal.”

“Now?”

“Yes. What you just did to me made me want it.”

Fuck, yeah.“I’m just warning you, if we jump right into that, I won’t last very long.”

“It’s okay. I feel like I can come at any moment anyway.”

Well, alright, then.I took a deep breath to grab my bearings. She’s never done this before, so you can’t just go for it. I needed to take it easy and make sure I didn’t hurt her. That also reminded me…

“I want you to know, I had a doctor’s appointment and got tested for everything two weeks ago. This might feel better for you if I don’t use anything. But I don’t know how you feel about that. Would you let me?”

After a moment, she said, “Yeah. I trust you.”

Yes.

“Thank you.”

There were no words to describe how turned on I was by what I was about to do to her. I tossed the condom aside, unable to fathom how freaking lucky I was. I reached into the front seat for a tube of lube I’d bought just in case.

“I came prepared. And no, I don’t carry lube around in my creepy van.” I chuckled. “I took a little trip to the drugstore this morning so I could be prepared for anything.”

She looked up at me, lying on her back, and smiled, awaiting my next move. I opened the lube and squirted some out before using my middle finger to explore her hole. I inched it inside her ass until it was all the way in.

“How does that feel?” I whispered.

“Good.”

“You want me to add another finger?”

She bit her bottom lip and murmured, “Yes.”

As I slowly inserted a second finger inside, I used my other hand to massage her clit. My fingers were all the way in now. She was still so tight, and I wasn’t entirely sure my dick was going to fit easily. There was only one way to find out.

“Do you feel ready for me?” I asked.

“I am.”

“Spread your legs wider. I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your beautiful ass.”

Lala began massaging her clit as I lowered my pants to my ankles. I took my rock-hard dick out and jerked it a few times, ready to come from the mere idea of what I was about to do.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay? I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

I squirted lube into my palm and rubbed it over my shaft. Placing the head of my cock at her opening, I moved it around in slow, circular motions for a while until I finally made my first attempt to enter her. Inch by inch, I eased in, moving gradually deeper and deeper. It took several minutes before I was able to push halfway inside of her. I moved in slow, controlled movements, not only because I was afraid of hurting her, but because I was in danger of losing it at any moment.

“You’re so freaking tight…” I groaned. “Okay if I try to go deeper?”

She nodded through heavy breaths. “Yeah, it feels good.”

Lala bent her legs back farther and tilted her ass to allow me better access. Eventually, I was all the way in and moving freely.

“Nothing in my entire life has ever felt like this,” I muttered.

It was the damn truth.

“You can go faster…” she said.

I was trying to go easy here and she wanted more? I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

“When I come inside you, Lala, I want you to think about how you’re mine and only mine, sweetheart. You got it?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She tightened around me for a moment, nearly causing me to come.

Sliding in and out with ease now, I said, “You tell me when you’re ready.”

I continued fucking her slowly, my eyes alternating between rolling back in pleasure and watching myself enter and exit her, which was pretty much the hottest thing I’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

A few minutes later, she began to massage herself faster. “Come inside my ass, Holden. I’m ready.”

Her words totally undid me as I thrust deep inside her once, my balls slapping as I exploded, filling her with my hot cum and pumping in and out until there was nothing left. Holy shit. What just happened? That was phenomenal. After we both came down from it, I lowered my head to her chest.

Her body shook with laughter. “I’m almost afraid for you to pull out.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up nice and good before you have to go back.”

“Not sure there’s much you can do. I may have to use the work bathroom for like a half hour.” She laughed.

“Sorry, yeah.” I leaned to kiss her forehead. “I get that.”

“Don’t apologize. That felt amazing. Especially when you came.”

“Amazing doesn’t even properly describe what that felt like for me, beautiful.” I ran my thumb across her lips. “Thank you for trusting me.”

I slowly pulled out before lifting myself off her and reaching over to my bag to take out a towel I’d packed, knowing she might need it. I handed it to her. After she cleaned up—as best as one could in the back of a van—I looked at my phone.

“We still have like fifteen minutes before you have to be back. You said you ate, but do you want to get ice cream or something?”

“Anal and ice cream?” She broke out into hysterical laughter. “Why, you romantic man!”

“What can I say? I’m a romantic kind of guy.” I pinned her under me and tickled her. “That’s how we do it in the Creepy Lunchtime Van Express, baby.”

***

Lala came over to my place straight after work, and we had sex a few more times that evening.

That might have seemed like a lot, but if you took into account our prolonged weeks of foreplay, we were simply making up for lost time.

It was after 9 PM before we finally rolled out of my bed and went to the kitchen so I could figure out what to make us to eat.

Lala leaned against my counter as I perused the fridge.

“So, you knocked three items off my list today,” she said.

“Let me see…analingus, anal, and sex in a car, right?”

“Yup.” She giggled.

“Not bad for a day’s work, eh?” I winked.

“You’re a workhorse, Holden.” She sighed. Then her tone changed. “So… there’s something I need to say.”

I shut the fridge and turned to her, giving her all of my attention. “What’s up?”

Lala fiddled with her hands. “Even though I told you I’d be up for anything, there is actually one thing that I wouldn’t be willing to do with you.”

“Okay…” I blinked. “I’m listening.”

“I know I might appear eager and curious and all that, but I want to make it clear that I would never be okay with sharing. So threesomes are out of the question.”

I couldn’t help smiling as I walked over and wrapped my hands around her ass. “That’s so funny.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t even think about anyone else right now, let alone invite them into our bed, Lala. I would never want to share you with anyone—man or woman. The thought of anyone else touching you makes me sick to my stomach. You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt that way about.” I kissed her nose. “Anyway, I have a rule as far as threesomes go.”

“What is it?”

“I would never expect a woman to share me if I couldn’t also share her. It needs to be a two-way street. And under no circumstances would I ever be willing to share you.”

“How long have you had that rule?”

“I just made it up.” I smirked.

She smacked my chest. Our eyes locked, and then her expression turned serious again.

I pulled her in closer. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

She looked up at me. “I don’t ever want this carefree feeling to end. Let’s just take this day by day, not worrying about where it’s going. I’m not ready to think about how to define what we’re doing.”

“We don’t need to define anything right now,” I said, though I already worried about what was going to happen when her research project was over. “We’ll obviously have to figure things out when your contract ends, but that’s not today.”

“Yeah.” She frowned. “I can’t think about that right now.”

“Let’s not, then.”

I ended up running out to the market since my fridge had been pretty depleted. We had rotisserie chicken, instant mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli for dinner. It wasn’t fancy, but it was edible, and Lala demolished what was on her plate.

We were hanging out in my kitchen, having a glass of wine after dinner when she said, “I should probably go back to my apartment so I don’t wake you in the morning when I have to get up for work.”

I put my glass down. “Stay with me. I promise to let you get some sleep.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.” She poked my chest.

My dick stiffened. Jesus, all she had to do was poke me with her index finger, and I was already ready to poke her. She was right. She wouldn’t get any sleep if she stayed over. Damn, I was weak.

Still, I persisted. “What do I have to do to convince you to stay?”

Just then there was a knock at the door. Without thinking it through, I opened it without checking who it was first. Bad idea. Standing there was a blonde I vaguely recognized. Shit.

“Hey, Holden.” She smiled. “Please tell me you remember me.”

I think her name was Piper? We’d had a one-night stand earlier this year. This is not good. Why the fuck is she here?

“Do you? Remember me?” she asked.

I ignored her question. “What are you doing here?”

“I know it’s been a while since that time we hung out after your show. I was just in the area, and it reminded me of you. I figured I’d take a chance, come by, and say hello.” She looked past me to Lala, who had her hand on her stomach, like she was about to throw up.

The woman’s cheeks reddened. “Oh…gosh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Yeah, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m…”

“Well…” She shook her head. “Yeah.” She stepped back. “Forget I came by.”

Piper (I think?) turned and headed back down the hall.

But the damage had been done. If I didn’t feel so badly for Lala, I might’ve felt bad for how cold I’d just been to someone who really didn’t deserve it. But I didn’t give a crap about anyone but Lala right now. I looked over at her, feeling like a piece of shit.

I cleared my throat. “That was…someone I hadn’t seen in at least six months, Lala—well before you ever moved here. I—”

Her face grew redder by the second. “It’s fine. You don’t have to explain.”

“Really? Because I can see on your face that you’re not okay, which tells me I do have to explain.”

Now her neck was breaking out in a rash. Great.

She shrugged. “I mean, no explanation needed, right? I obviously know what she came here looking for.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But it doesn’t fucking matter what she came here for. She’s just a ghost from the past.”

As much as I tried to pacify the situation, it still sucked and certainly didn’t help my cause. My manwhore past was hard enough to overcome without it literally knocking on my door.

“Tell me how you feel, Lala. Don’t hold back. If you don’t trust me, tell me.”

“It’s not that.” She let out a long breath. “It just makes me feel ragey when I think about you with other women, even if it’s a part of life I can’t erase.”

I lifted my brow and slowly approached her. “Ragey, huh? Why don’t you take your anger out on me, then?”

Lala looked at me a moment, panting, before she lifted my shirt off and dug her nails into my chest. “I feel like this is mine.”

My dick rose to full staff. That’s so hot.

“Then take what’s yours,” I demanded.

Her eyes filled with desire as she stared at my body. I had no idea where this was going. Then Lala dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans.

Fuck yes.I was definitely into Angry Lala.

She began stroking my cock before she took me into her mouth as deeply as I could fit down her throat. She nearly gagged before she retreated back, only to swallow me whole again. She was claiming me with her mouth. Needless to say, I came pretty hard and fast, and she swallowed every ounce of my cum.

Lala licked her lips as she stood.

“Wow.” I struggled to catch my breath.

“Any more girls show up here, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

“An angry blowjob? I might line them up to come over, then.”

She laughed as I wrapped my hands around her face. Our lips smashed together, and I could taste myself on her tongue as we fell into a deep kiss. I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around me. I groaned into her mouth, pretty sure Laney Ellison was going to be the death of me.

Though delayed a little, Lala still insisted on heading back to her place that night. I longed for her every second she was gone, still feeling like crap that Piper (Petra?) had stopped by. Although Lala had handled it like a champ, I was certain it reminded her of all the reasons she should be wary of me. She’d likely conclude that this whole thing was a bad idea once the sex fog wore off. Who knew when that would happen? Sure, she’d broken off her engagement with Warren, but the whole thing just seemed too good to be true. I got the feeling her ex-fiancé wasn’t going to go without a fight, either.

The thought of him coming back to knock some sense into her haunted me.

***

The next morning, Owen stopped by on his way to work.

“How’s the sex-club search?” I asked as I poured some coffee.

“We still haven’t found him the right place.”

“I think you need to ask your client for a reduced membership fee, once it’s all set.”

“I won’t be joining.”

“Come on! It would be good for your sorry ass. When was the last time you had any action?”

“Why do I feel like you’re asking me that to avoid having to talk about what you’ve been getting into lately? You’ve gone quiet, so I know that spells trouble.”

As much as I didn’t want to admit anything to Owen, I was glad he’d stopped by, because I needed his advice.

Maybe he could read my face because he immediately asked, “What have you done, Holden?”

I arched a brow. “Sure you want to know?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You had sex with Lala, didn’t you?”

“Before you get on my ass, she broke off her engagement.”

His jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“That’s one powerful dick you have, Catalano.” He chuckled.

“Just to clarify, she broke off her engagement before we had sex.”

“Okay…” He shook his head. “I don’t need to know the details—please spare me—but why do you look so damn down? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Let me ask you something,” I said. “And be honest with me.”

“Okay.” He pulled out a chair, took a seat, and crossed his arms.

“Do you think maybe she’s just using me for sex and doesn’t even realize it?”

He scratched his chin for a moment. “That’s an impossible question to answer. But there’s no doubt that whatever you’re giving her is unlike anything she’s had before. I’m sure the newness and excitement of it is part of the intrigue for her. And I can’t guarantee that’s not going to wear off. Honestly, Holden, I think what happens after, though, is going to depend on you, not her.”

“What do you mean?”

“We know by now what Lala is looking for. She wants an exciting sex life. She also wants a trustworthy man she can depend on. She basically wants it all, and who can blame her? But is a stable life something you’re going to be able to give her? I mean, surely the excitement is going to wear off for you, too, at some point.”

I hoped to God it never did and couldn’t imagine that.

“What happens then, Holden? I think that’s the biggest question. She’s probably only going to walk away if you’re not worth sticking around for.”

I sighed. “Yeah…”

“Can you be the type of man Lala needs for the long term? That’s still the lingering question here.” He sighed. “And if the answer is yes, you have a lot of work to do to prove it. I don’t think anyone would put their money on you being a reliable life partner. Your track record is the pits. But I hope you’ll prove us wrong.”