In Amore Diabolus
Aidan Callahan, 23 years old
Female
5'8"
Shoulder-length Dirty Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Born from Irish parents, lives in Midtown West.
Lives mainly off a multi-million dollar settlement from when her parents were killed in a plane crash when she was 13. She survived the crash, and has never been the same since. Has few friends, and those she does have, are from when she was a child.
"Hey Brandon, what time is it?!" I shouted out to the manager, who happened to be one of my best friends, as I took a plate of dishes into the kitchen.
I was working as a waitress at the Hooters on West 56th, right down the block from my place in Symphony House. Most people considered my lucky to have gotten a job so close to my apartment, but I'd just asked Brandon to hook me up with a job, since I knew he worked here.
5 years later, he's manager and I'm assistant manager, but still did my work as a waitress. With the only places I could be found being either here or at home, it was the only time I got to really talk to people.
Besides the occasional time when Brandon and my other friends would stop by, of course.
Brandon yelled back at me "It's 11:30, half hour to closing!"
"I know that!" I heard footsteps and Brandon stuck his head in the kitchen doorway. "I have worked here for 5 years, remember?"
"Yeah, I was the one that got you the job. It's only half an hour 'til closing, you can leave if you want. Nobody's in here anyway." I went to the doorway and looked out, and saw that he was right.
"Usually there's people here, even on a Wednesday night...Oh well. I think I'll stay a bit longer, maybe mop the floors since you never do."
I chuckled as Brandon sneered and said "Oh hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Come get me when you're done, I'll walk you home."
"Will do." He walked away and I went to the supply closet and grabbed the mop and rolling bucket. I pushed it into the kitchen to fill it with water, and as I did, I looked around the restaurant floor.
The tiled floor that was so familiar to me was scuffed and dirty from several days of customers in and out, drinks and food being spilled, and people's poor attempts at cleaning up after themselves. The pictures hanging on the walls looked a bit dusty too, so I thought about wiping them down after I was done with the floor.
The bucket filled and I poured in a bunch of lavender-scented pine-sol and rolled it out, and began pushing the mop around on the dingy tile floor.
I enjoyed cleaning the restaurant, simply because I never got to clean when I was at home. My one-bedroom apartment was always sparkling clean, thanks to both my efforts not to make a mess, and to the wonderful building staff.
"Aidan." I looked up from the floor to see Brandon. "Someone people are coming." I looked out the glass-pane door to see three people making their way to the restaurant, and sighed. I didn't like to be interrupted while cleaning.
"Can you handle them? I want to finish."
"Fine, fine..." As I went back to my calming work, I watched Brandon meet the customers, two men and a woman, at the door and introduce himself as the manager.
"We're about to close, so unless you're here for the liquor, you gotta go."
The man whose arm was tangled up with the woman's answered "Oh, we are...And foe the waitress of course." He turned his head and eyed me, and I looked away.
People often came here to look at us waitresses. With the tight white t-shirts and short orange shorts, there admittedly wasn't much left to the imagination, especially at 11:30 at night, when the man and woman were so obviously already tipsy.
But, for some reason, Brandon led them to the bar and said "What'll you have?"
I groaned and rolled the mop bucket back into the kitchen, knowing I wouldn't be able to finish until they left.
When I came back out, the second man in the group was sitting a ways away, watching the other two starting in on their first of a group of shots.
I walked up behind him and said "You want somethin'?"
He spun in his chair and I resisted the urge to gasp.
Yeah, we got hot guys in here sometimes, once or twice even celebrities, but damn was this guy making my eyeballs melt. He had messy black hair, perfect pale skin, and the nicest pale blue eyes I'd ever seen. And the way his jawline curved into that not-so-square jaw, with perfectly pink lips right there above...
I shook myself out of whatever reverie I was in and said "Uh...so did you want something?"
He chuckled, as if used to women staring at him, and said "Nothing for me. I'm just here to make sure these two get home safely." I nodded and stood there somewhat awkwardly. "But I could use a bit of company until they're done."
My face reddened and I stammered out "I...I have to...go wipe down the kitchen..." I hurried into the kitchen and pressed my back against the wall, praying I wouldn't have a panic attack.
I was used to the regular drunk idiots or fat slobs saying disgusting stuff to me, but someone who looked like that? It was enough to set off my anxiety disorder, apparently.
I peeked out the doorway once my breathing returned to normal and saw that the guy was looking at the two others now, but Brandon was staring my way. I waved him over and he excused himself from the couple, and came into the kitchen.
He said "What in hêll was that about?"
"That guy, the one with the couple...I think...he was coming onto me."
My face reddened again as I spoke and Brandon laughed. "You are such a pûssy, you know that? You have no problem screaming at drunk, fat guys who grab your âss all day, but one nice-looking guy asks you out and you run away panicking. Remind me why I'm friends with you?"
I made a face and said "You don't have to be so mean about it...He surprised me and it set my anxiety off...Unless you want me to have a panic attack at work?"
Brandon shook his head and said "I'd rather not see that again. Last time you almost had to go to the hospital." I shuddered a bit, remembering how I'd almost passed out in front of Brandon and another friend, Leah, after a particularly bad attack. That was almost three months ago, though. "Looks like your time to shine."
I looked up and saw what Brandon meant. The couple at the bar, who I'd noticed finished their first beers and were well into their seconds, were drunkenly making out. I glared at Brandon before stalking out to them, purposefully keeping my eyes averted from the handsome guy.
I got to the couple and said "Okay, I think its time for you two to leave. We close in 10 minutes and you need to go."
The girl, who looked to be no older than 22, said "Aww but we just starteeeed..."
The guy then said "Yeah, so go bug off and let us have our fun...Unless you'd like to join us of course." My eyes widened in surprise. "I take that as a yes."
He reached his hand out to grab me, but just before he did, a hand closed around his wrist and a voice darkly said "It's time to go. Now." I turned and saw that it was the handsome guy.
The grabby-guy stood with his girl and they marched out, almost walking straight into the door. Handsome guy pulled out a few dollar bills and said "I apologize for him."
I took the bills and tucked them into my pocket and said "I'm a waitress at Hooters, in the middle of New York...It happens."
"Well, sorry it had to happen tonight...I'll take care of them, don't you worry." He made his way to the door and, just before stepping out, winked and smiled.
I blushed deeply and froze in place, and when Brandon came up behind me, I barely moved.
"That was...weird. You okay, Aidan?" I nodded. "Here, I'm gonna walk you home, then I'll come back and finish up mopping myself..."
I shook my head and said "It's okay...It's not like I live very far, it's right up the block."
"Well, take this, just in case." He pulled from his back pocket a folded knife, which I quickly tucked into my bra. "You can keep it, I've got more."
"Should I be surprised you're carrying a weapon?" Brandon shrugged. "Well...bye, I guess."
"Call me when you get home."
"I'll only call if something goes wrong. Otherwise, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight."
I pushed open the glass-pane door and stepped out into the cold 45° November night, and shivered. I looked around and saw only a few other pedestrians, mostly businessmen from all the corporate offices on this end of town.
I started up the block at a fast pace, wanting to get inside my building immediately. The shorts of my uniform left my legs freezing in this weather, even with my long coat swishing around my feet. When I got to the corner of Broadway the light changed, forcing me to shiver in place as a dozen cars drove by.
When the light changed again, me and several other people hurried across the street to avoid being hit. I reached the other side and smiled at the sight of my building, a tall tower with hundreds of apartments, but I was just worried about mine. My big, one-bedroom, $3000 a month, 41st floor apartment with my cozy warm couches.
I smiled and hurried my pace a bit, dodging around other pedestrians as I reached my building. A ways away from the doors was standing a semi-familiar figure in a long black coat, similar to mine.
When I reached him he turned, and I saw that it was the handsome guy that was in my job.
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He simply smirked, as if knowing that would happen, and stepped towards me.
I stood there wide-eyed as he approached me silently, slowly sliding his hands into my jacket and around my back.
I looked up into his pale blue eyes as he murmured, in his sensuous voice, "I hope you don't mind..." I shook my head, noting how hot his hands felt against my back, and how his warm breath felt as it brushed my face. His hands slid up my back and he pulled me closer, so our bodies touched and I could feel how hot his whole body was against my freezing one. "You're shivering."
"Its cold."
"Maybe we should move somewhere warmer."
I opened my mouth to protest, to say I wasn't the type of girl that did this, but he stopped me before I even begun by pressing his warm lips against mine. I stood stunned for several seconds before I reacted and begun moving my lips in sync with his.
When I finally broke the kiss to take a breath, this handsome man, whose name I didn't yet know, took me by the hand and led me into my own building.
The doorman, George, simply looked at us and smiled as he opened the door for us. In the 5 years that I'd lived here, he'd always been there, and had never before seen me bring a man into the building.
I suspected I'd get an earful from some of the staff the next morning because of it.
We crossed the marble floors and walls of the lobby to the elevators where, once the doors shut, I punched the button for 41.
As I turned to face the handsome man, his lips immediately returned to mine, and I was too caught up in the moment. My hands found their way around his neck and I pulled myself to him, feeling his hands search over my body as his tongue searched over my mouth.
As the elevator begun to hoist itself up to my floor, he broke the kiss this time, only for his lips to find their way to my neck. I shivered the smallest bit and he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive skin there, and wound my fingers through his hair to hold him tight.
Through my fast breathing, I managed to force out "Do I...even get...a name?"
Against my skin, he muttered "You can call me John."
I chuckled, wondering if that was really his name, but as he bit into the flesh at the base of my neck, the chuckled turned into a low moan.
The elevator pulled up to my floor and the doors opened, and I pulled this handsome stranger down the hall to my corner apartment.
I pulled my key from my pocket and fumbled to fit it into the lock, my hands shaky from the elevator ride up. John's large hands closed over mine and took the key from my fingers, effortlessly pushing it into the lock and opening the door.
Barely into the doorway, I kicked the door shut and threw my coat and hat over onto one of the couches, enjoying the warmth of my apartment. I enjoyed it even more when John's warm hands enclosed me from behind, and he settled his chin on top of my head.
"You know, you can take your coat off too..."
"Why don't you help me with that..." I blushed deeply, aware of exactly where this situation was headed. Not that I minded.
I didn't mind it at all.
I turned and put my hands on his shoulders and slid his long coat off to reveal broad shoulders and a lean, muscled body, hugged tight by a black T-shirt and jeans. With unsteady movements, I slid my hands down his sides to his waist, where I took the hem of his shirt in my fists and lifted it above his head.
I threw it down and marveled at John's perfectly defined torso, and my eyes followed the small trail of hair from his belly button down into the waist of his jeans, and I wondered about what lay beneath.
As I marveled, he put his hands back on me, inching my own shirt above my head to reveal my not-so-slim figure. He must not've cared, because his hands were back on me, feeling every inch of my bare skin he could find.
John nudged me and I stepped back, my bottom hitting the back of my gray couch, and I inched myself up onto it. He stepped up, and the very compromising position we were in forced me to wrap my legs around him, or I'd fall back. Again, not that I minded.
He reached behind me and quickly undid my bra, freeing my breasts after a long day at work. I sighed contentedly, it being quickly replaced with a gasp as he began to play with my breasts in his large hands.
After several minutes of this easy taunting, he moved his hands down to the waist of my shorts, and quickly undid them, pulling them off without any effort from me.
I blushed deeply, realizing I was completely naked now, and john took notice.
"There's no need to be embarrassed...Your body is lovely." I didn't know if he was being sincere, or if it was just part of trying to get into my pants, but I smiled nonetheless. "And I'll prove it, too."
I looked quizzically at him for a moment, before he got down on his knees and began kissing me in places I'd never been kissed. I wound my fingers in his hair as his tongue flicked in and out of me and all around, making me want him even more.
I moaned as he trailed his tongue up my stomach and breasts, and heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper being undone.
I gasped in pain as he entered me, the feeling almost as bad as when I'd lost my virginity. I knew that was just because I hadn't been with anyone in years, though.
My coherent thoughts soon disappeared as the pain was replaced with pleasure, and John and I's bodies practically melted together. The warmth of my apartment and the heat of his body caused me to break out in sweat, more so as the intensity of our lovemaking increased.
His thighs slapped against mine as he went faster and faster, and I gripped the couch and arched my back as I got close to climaxing.
Right as I was about to bust he paused, and I looked at him like he'd gone insane.
"Can't have you going yet, what would I do with the rest of my night?"
John slipped his hands under my bottom and, while still inside me, lifted me and laid me carefully on the floor. There he went in and out of me slower, and the passion built up slower, and I bit my lip to avoid shouting out.
John buried his face in my neck and bit me sharply, and I cried out in pain and pleasure. When he raised his face, he was grinning satisfactorily, so I pushed his face aside and sunk my own teeth into his neck.
He bit at my ear and I yelped, and he laughed.
I was about to tell him to shut up, but he pushed into me with more force, and my impending climax took over my thoughts.
I gripped him tightly, my fingernails digging into his back, but he seemed not to notice. My back arched as I reached climax, and I moaned into John's ear loudly as he kept going.
Through my own climax, and to my second he lasted, and it got to the point of me screaming me head off, something I never did.
After a while of rest, I stood and made my way to the kitchen, where I kept a few bottles of water in the lower portion of the fridge. I took one and chugged almost half of it, feeling dehydrated after all that just happened.
I retrieved my cell phone from where it was charging on the kitchen counter, where I always left it during work, and saw that Brandon had called almost half an hour ago. Right when I was in the middle of rolling around on my living room floor.
I looked out into the living room and saw John standing nude by the window, looking out over Central Park, and I smiled as I stared at his butt. I blushed a bit as I ducked back into the kitchen and hit Talk to call Brandon.
He picked up after the first ring with "What were you doing?"
"My phone was on the charger, I didn't hear it vibrate. Why'd you call?"
"I told you to call me but you didn't." I chuckled a bit.
"I told you I'd call if something went wrong. Nothing did. Everything went perfectly." And I meant everything. "Can you please stop worrying now?"
He sighed. "Fine...I was just worried, since you were kinda shaken up after that guy tried to touch you."
"But the other guy, the handsome one, stopped him. And I'm fine, trust me...I didn't have a panic attack, if you're wondering."
"The handsome one? Since when are you interested in him? Or anyone?" I bit my lip. "Stop biting your lip and answer me."
"How do you know I'm biting my lip? Maybe I'm just thinking."
"I know you, Aidan."
"I'm not interested in him, or in anyone. I'm just saying he looked nice. Am I not allowed to comment on someone's appearance?"
"No." I groaned and Brandon said "Until you stop having panic attacks after every time someone asks you out, don't even worry about looking at anyone."
"Since when are you allowed to tell me what to do?"
"Aidan, don't make me say it."
I sighed and said "Fine...And I'm fine, really. Can I go now? It's..." I pulled back to look at my phone's clock and made a face. It was almost 1:30am. "It's too dâmned late for me to be talking to you or anyone."
"Fine. But call Leah in the morning, she was calling me because you didn't answer your phone."
"I will, I will...Goodnight Brandon."
He chuckled at my exasperated tone and said "Goodnight Aidan."
I hung up and put my phone back on the charger, and out of nowhere, John's voice said "Who was that?"
I spun around, heart racing. "It was Brandon, my friend...You saw him, at my job."
He nodded. I looked down his nude front, and he noticed, because he walked over and took me by the hand. Instead of going back out to the living room or back into my bedroom like I expected, he put his hands on my waist and hoisted me onto my kitchen counter.
"Wait, not the..." He put a hand over my mouth, which I nibbled at playfully.
"Be a little adventurous."
I put my hands around his neck and kissed him softly, and muttered "I can be adventurous...But I can't do it alone."
I felt John grin against my lips.
I was working as a waitress at the Hooters on West 56th, right down the block from my place in Symphony House. Most people considered my lucky to have gotten a job so close to my apartment, but I'd just asked Brandon to hook me up with a job, since I knew he worked here.
5 years later, he's manager and I'm assistant manager, but still did my work as a waitress. With the only places I could be found being either here or at home, it was the only time I got to really talk to people.
Besides the occasional time when Brandon and my other friends would stop by, of course.
Brandon yelled back at me "It's 11:30, half hour to closing!"
"I know that!" I heard footsteps and Brandon stuck his head in the kitchen doorway. "I have worked here for 5 years, remember?"
"Yeah, I was the one that got you the job. It's only half an hour 'til closing, you can leave if you want. Nobody's in here anyway." I went to the doorway and looked out, and saw that he was right.
"Usually there's people here, even on a Wednesday night...Oh well. I think I'll stay a bit longer, maybe mop the floors since you never do."
I chuckled as Brandon sneered and said "Oh hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Come get me when you're done, I'll walk you home."
"Will do." He walked away and I went to the supply closet and grabbed the mop and rolling bucket. I pushed it into the kitchen to fill it with water, and as I did, I looked around the restaurant floor.
The tiled floor that was so familiar to me was scuffed and dirty from several days of customers in and out, drinks and food being spilled, and people's poor attempts at cleaning up after themselves. The pictures hanging on the walls looked a bit dusty too, so I thought about wiping them down after I was done with the floor.
The bucket filled and I poured in a bunch of lavender-scented pine-sol and rolled it out, and began pushing the mop around on the dingy tile floor.
I enjoyed cleaning the restaurant, simply because I never got to clean when I was at home. My one-bedroom apartment was always sparkling clean, thanks to both my efforts not to make a mess, and to the wonderful building staff.
"Aidan." I looked up from the floor to see Brandon. "Someone people are coming." I looked out the glass-pane door to see three people making their way to the restaurant, and sighed. I didn't like to be interrupted while cleaning.
"Can you handle them? I want to finish."
"Fine, fine..." As I went back to my calming work, I watched Brandon meet the customers, two men and a woman, at the door and introduce himself as the manager.
"We're about to close, so unless you're here for the liquor, you gotta go."
The man whose arm was tangled up with the woman's answered "Oh, we are...And foe the waitress of course." He turned his head and eyed me, and I looked away.
People often came here to look at us waitresses. With the tight white t-shirts and short orange shorts, there admittedly wasn't much left to the imagination, especially at 11:30 at night, when the man and woman were so obviously already tipsy.
But, for some reason, Brandon led them to the bar and said "What'll you have?"
I groaned and rolled the mop bucket back into the kitchen, knowing I wouldn't be able to finish until they left.
When I came back out, the second man in the group was sitting a ways away, watching the other two starting in on their first of a group of shots.
I walked up behind him and said "You want somethin'?"
He spun in his chair and I resisted the urge to gasp.
Yeah, we got hot guys in here sometimes, once or twice even celebrities, but damn was this guy making my eyeballs melt. He had messy black hair, perfect pale skin, and the nicest pale blue eyes I'd ever seen. And the way his jawline curved into that not-so-square jaw, with perfectly pink lips right there above...
I shook myself out of whatever reverie I was in and said "Uh...so did you want something?"
He chuckled, as if used to women staring at him, and said "Nothing for me. I'm just here to make sure these two get home safely." I nodded and stood there somewhat awkwardly. "But I could use a bit of company until they're done."
My face reddened and I stammered out "I...I have to...go wipe down the kitchen..." I hurried into the kitchen and pressed my back against the wall, praying I wouldn't have a panic attack.
I was used to the regular drunk idiots or fat slobs saying disgusting stuff to me, but someone who looked like that? It was enough to set off my anxiety disorder, apparently.
I peeked out the doorway once my breathing returned to normal and saw that the guy was looking at the two others now, but Brandon was staring my way. I waved him over and he excused himself from the couple, and came into the kitchen.
He said "What in hêll was that about?"
"That guy, the one with the couple...I think...he was coming onto me."
My face reddened again as I spoke and Brandon laughed. "You are such a pûssy, you know that? You have no problem screaming at drunk, fat guys who grab your âss all day, but one nice-looking guy asks you out and you run away panicking. Remind me why I'm friends with you?"
I made a face and said "You don't have to be so mean about it...He surprised me and it set my anxiety off...Unless you want me to have a panic attack at work?"
Brandon shook his head and said "I'd rather not see that again. Last time you almost had to go to the hospital." I shuddered a bit, remembering how I'd almost passed out in front of Brandon and another friend, Leah, after a particularly bad attack. That was almost three months ago, though. "Looks like your time to shine."
I looked up and saw what Brandon meant. The couple at the bar, who I'd noticed finished their first beers and were well into their seconds, were drunkenly making out. I glared at Brandon before stalking out to them, purposefully keeping my eyes averted from the handsome guy.
I got to the couple and said "Okay, I think its time for you two to leave. We close in 10 minutes and you need to go."
The girl, who looked to be no older than 22, said "Aww but we just starteeeed..."
The guy then said "Yeah, so go bug off and let us have our fun...Unless you'd like to join us of course." My eyes widened in surprise. "I take that as a yes."
He reached his hand out to grab me, but just before he did, a hand closed around his wrist and a voice darkly said "It's time to go. Now." I turned and saw that it was the handsome guy.
The grabby-guy stood with his girl and they marched out, almost walking straight into the door. Handsome guy pulled out a few dollar bills and said "I apologize for him."
I took the bills and tucked them into my pocket and said "I'm a waitress at Hooters, in the middle of New York...It happens."
"Well, sorry it had to happen tonight...I'll take care of them, don't you worry." He made his way to the door and, just before stepping out, winked and smiled.
I blushed deeply and froze in place, and when Brandon came up behind me, I barely moved.
"That was...weird. You okay, Aidan?" I nodded. "Here, I'm gonna walk you home, then I'll come back and finish up mopping myself..."
I shook my head and said "It's okay...It's not like I live very far, it's right up the block."
"Well, take this, just in case." He pulled from his back pocket a folded knife, which I quickly tucked into my bra. "You can keep it, I've got more."
"Should I be surprised you're carrying a weapon?" Brandon shrugged. "Well...bye, I guess."
"Call me when you get home."
"I'll only call if something goes wrong. Otherwise, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight."
I pushed open the glass-pane door and stepped out into the cold 45° November night, and shivered. I looked around and saw only a few other pedestrians, mostly businessmen from all the corporate offices on this end of town.
I started up the block at a fast pace, wanting to get inside my building immediately. The shorts of my uniform left my legs freezing in this weather, even with my long coat swishing around my feet. When I got to the corner of Broadway the light changed, forcing me to shiver in place as a dozen cars drove by.
When the light changed again, me and several other people hurried across the street to avoid being hit. I reached the other side and smiled at the sight of my building, a tall tower with hundreds of apartments, but I was just worried about mine. My big, one-bedroom, $3000 a month, 41st floor apartment with my cozy warm couches.
I smiled and hurried my pace a bit, dodging around other pedestrians as I reached my building. A ways away from the doors was standing a semi-familiar figure in a long black coat, similar to mine.
When I reached him he turned, and I saw that it was the handsome guy that was in my job.
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He simply smirked, as if knowing that would happen, and stepped towards me.
I stood there wide-eyed as he approached me silently, slowly sliding his hands into my jacket and around my back.
I looked up into his pale blue eyes as he murmured, in his sensuous voice, "I hope you don't mind..." I shook my head, noting how hot his hands felt against my back, and how his warm breath felt as it brushed my face. His hands slid up my back and he pulled me closer, so our bodies touched and I could feel how hot his whole body was against my freezing one. "You're shivering."
"Its cold."
"Maybe we should move somewhere warmer."
I opened my mouth to protest, to say I wasn't the type of girl that did this, but he stopped me before I even begun by pressing his warm lips against mine. I stood stunned for several seconds before I reacted and begun moving my lips in sync with his.
When I finally broke the kiss to take a breath, this handsome man, whose name I didn't yet know, took me by the hand and led me into my own building.
The doorman, George, simply looked at us and smiled as he opened the door for us. In the 5 years that I'd lived here, he'd always been there, and had never before seen me bring a man into the building.
I suspected I'd get an earful from some of the staff the next morning because of it.
We crossed the marble floors and walls of the lobby to the elevators where, once the doors shut, I punched the button for 41.
As I turned to face the handsome man, his lips immediately returned to mine, and I was too caught up in the moment. My hands found their way around his neck and I pulled myself to him, feeling his hands search over my body as his tongue searched over my mouth.
As the elevator begun to hoist itself up to my floor, he broke the kiss this time, only for his lips to find their way to my neck. I shivered the smallest bit and he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive skin there, and wound my fingers through his hair to hold him tight.
Through my fast breathing, I managed to force out "Do I...even get...a name?"
Against my skin, he muttered "You can call me John."
I chuckled, wondering if that was really his name, but as he bit into the flesh at the base of my neck, the chuckled turned into a low moan.
The elevator pulled up to my floor and the doors opened, and I pulled this handsome stranger down the hall to my corner apartment.
I pulled my key from my pocket and fumbled to fit it into the lock, my hands shaky from the elevator ride up. John's large hands closed over mine and took the key from my fingers, effortlessly pushing it into the lock and opening the door.
Barely into the doorway, I kicked the door shut and threw my coat and hat over onto one of the couches, enjoying the warmth of my apartment. I enjoyed it even more when John's warm hands enclosed me from behind, and he settled his chin on top of my head.
"You know, you can take your coat off too..."
"Why don't you help me with that..." I blushed deeply, aware of exactly where this situation was headed. Not that I minded.
I didn't mind it at all.
I turned and put my hands on his shoulders and slid his long coat off to reveal broad shoulders and a lean, muscled body, hugged tight by a black T-shirt and jeans. With unsteady movements, I slid my hands down his sides to his waist, where I took the hem of his shirt in my fists and lifted it above his head.
I threw it down and marveled at John's perfectly defined torso, and my eyes followed the small trail of hair from his belly button down into the waist of his jeans, and I wondered about what lay beneath.
As I marveled, he put his hands back on me, inching my own shirt above my head to reveal my not-so-slim figure. He must not've cared, because his hands were back on me, feeling every inch of my bare skin he could find.
John nudged me and I stepped back, my bottom hitting the back of my gray couch, and I inched myself up onto it. He stepped up, and the very compromising position we were in forced me to wrap my legs around him, or I'd fall back. Again, not that I minded.
He reached behind me and quickly undid my bra, freeing my breasts after a long day at work. I sighed contentedly, it being quickly replaced with a gasp as he began to play with my breasts in his large hands.
After several minutes of this easy taunting, he moved his hands down to the waist of my shorts, and quickly undid them, pulling them off without any effort from me.
I blushed deeply, realizing I was completely naked now, and john took notice.
"There's no need to be embarrassed...Your body is lovely." I didn't know if he was being sincere, or if it was just part of trying to get into my pants, but I smiled nonetheless. "And I'll prove it, too."
I looked quizzically at him for a moment, before he got down on his knees and began kissing me in places I'd never been kissed. I wound my fingers in his hair as his tongue flicked in and out of me and all around, making me want him even more.
I moaned as he trailed his tongue up my stomach and breasts, and heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper being undone.
I gasped in pain as he entered me, the feeling almost as bad as when I'd lost my virginity. I knew that was just because I hadn't been with anyone in years, though.
My coherent thoughts soon disappeared as the pain was replaced with pleasure, and John and I's bodies practically melted together. The warmth of my apartment and the heat of his body caused me to break out in sweat, more so as the intensity of our lovemaking increased.
His thighs slapped against mine as he went faster and faster, and I gripped the couch and arched my back as I got close to climaxing.
Right as I was about to bust he paused, and I looked at him like he'd gone insane.
"Can't have you going yet, what would I do with the rest of my night?"
John slipped his hands under my bottom and, while still inside me, lifted me and laid me carefully on the floor. There he went in and out of me slower, and the passion built up slower, and I bit my lip to avoid shouting out.
John buried his face in my neck and bit me sharply, and I cried out in pain and pleasure. When he raised his face, he was grinning satisfactorily, so I pushed his face aside and sunk my own teeth into his neck.
He bit at my ear and I yelped, and he laughed.
I was about to tell him to shut up, but he pushed into me with more force, and my impending climax took over my thoughts.
I gripped him tightly, my fingernails digging into his back, but he seemed not to notice. My back arched as I reached climax, and I moaned into John's ear loudly as he kept going.
Through my own climax, and to my second he lasted, and it got to the point of me screaming me head off, something I never did.
After a while of rest, I stood and made my way to the kitchen, where I kept a few bottles of water in the lower portion of the fridge. I took one and chugged almost half of it, feeling dehydrated after all that just happened.
I retrieved my cell phone from where it was charging on the kitchen counter, where I always left it during work, and saw that Brandon had called almost half an hour ago. Right when I was in the middle of rolling around on my living room floor.
I looked out into the living room and saw John standing nude by the window, looking out over Central Park, and I smiled as I stared at his butt. I blushed a bit as I ducked back into the kitchen and hit Talk to call Brandon.
He picked up after the first ring with "What were you doing?"
"My phone was on the charger, I didn't hear it vibrate. Why'd you call?"
"I told you to call me but you didn't." I chuckled a bit.
"I told you I'd call if something went wrong. Nothing did. Everything went perfectly." And I meant everything. "Can you please stop worrying now?"
He sighed. "Fine...I was just worried, since you were kinda shaken up after that guy tried to touch you."
"But the other guy, the handsome one, stopped him. And I'm fine, trust me...I didn't have a panic attack, if you're wondering."
"The handsome one? Since when are you interested in him? Or anyone?" I bit my lip. "Stop biting your lip and answer me."
"How do you know I'm biting my lip? Maybe I'm just thinking."
"I know you, Aidan."
"I'm not interested in him, or in anyone. I'm just saying he looked nice. Am I not allowed to comment on someone's appearance?"
"No." I groaned and Brandon said "Until you stop having panic attacks after every time someone asks you out, don't even worry about looking at anyone."
"Since when are you allowed to tell me what to do?"
"Aidan, don't make me say it."
I sighed and said "Fine...And I'm fine, really. Can I go now? It's..." I pulled back to look at my phone's clock and made a face. It was almost 1:30am. "It's too dâmned late for me to be talking to you or anyone."
"Fine. But call Leah in the morning, she was calling me because you didn't answer your phone."
"I will, I will...Goodnight Brandon."
He chuckled at my exasperated tone and said "Goodnight Aidan."
I hung up and put my phone back on the charger, and out of nowhere, John's voice said "Who was that?"
I spun around, heart racing. "It was Brandon, my friend...You saw him, at my job."
He nodded. I looked down his nude front, and he noticed, because he walked over and took me by the hand. Instead of going back out to the living room or back into my bedroom like I expected, he put his hands on my waist and hoisted me onto my kitchen counter.
"Wait, not the..." He put a hand over my mouth, which I nibbled at playfully.
"Be a little adventurous."
I put my hands around his neck and kissed him softly, and muttered "I can be adventurous...But I can't do it alone."
I felt John grin against my lips.
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This is good :) next part pleaseeee