Have it All

"I-I" She stuttered as she turned to look at him, "Can I stay here for a bit?" She asked and she once more saw the look of surprise before he was undoing his tie to the ensemble that was his business suit. "Of course, let me know if there's anything I can do for you." He said and the motion he was doing as he unbuttoned the top of his dark button-up had her eyes following the movement, and she saw the dark tint of the tattoo he had on his knuckles. He was a handsome man, there was no denying that, and she remembered now how much he was so perfect. Perfect with his perfect life, perfect looks, and perfect personality that she was a far cry, and she almost despised him for it. "Actually, I'm going to go." She said as she walked past him to grab her shoes. She wasn't perfect enough to be there, to ask him for help when he was the last person she needed help from. She had just been that desperate to seek him out over her own parents. He had reached out and grabbed hold of her wrist and she turned to look at him, and he looked sincere when he said, "No. Stay. It's late and I don't know what's wrong, but I can't let you leave when you're like this. You don't have to tell me, but please. Stay. If you haven't eaten, I could whip up something. Or order takeout. Just stay." He told her, and she could see he was as sincere as he was before. She breathed as she nodded to him and put her purse next to where her shoes were and blinked back. "You have any wine?" She asked and he smiled as he said, "Yeah, I do." While she stood in the decent sized bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror in the towel and naked and found a shell of her former self. How did she tell him that her fiancé of two years had been sneaking behind her back and seeking out other company. Today, she just so happened to catch him in the act. She thought that she would get off work super early to surprise him with an early dinner at the restaurant that they both loved and stumbled upon her fiancé balls deep inside of his assistant. Or that she actually hated her job because she made good money, but it took a bit of her soul every time. Add to that fact that she didn't have friends close by because all her friends were actually his friends and she didn't think she really liked them. Her life was just a bit of a f*****g mess and she didn't know how to pick up the pieces. She put on the borrowed t-shirt and big lounging pants as she finger combed her wet hair and exited the bathroom back into the kitchen. The kitchen was open spaced and looked bigger than it actually was with an open concept design that could've made her jealous and it did. He had his back to her, still wearing his work clothes and looking at his phone leaning over the counter before she came up and sat on a stool. "Where is that wine you promised?" He laughed as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and popped open a dark and poured her a glass. "I ordered food and it should be here soon." He said as he offered her the glass and she took it, gulping down the sweet bitter liquid with gusto before asking for another fill. He looked at her with his dark eyes and she felt that he was staring into her soul as he didn't say much. "Liam and I broke up." Was all she said for now and she could see it in his eyes that he didn't really seem all that surprised. Even though she wanted to probably cry, it was still a little too raw for her to really process that emotion as she was only confused. But he didn't really seem all that surprised either and she quickly felt defensive as she didn't need him judging her. Of course he had no right to judge her, because his life was so f*****g perfect and well put together. While hers was a s**t show, he just seemed to have it all. The memories brought back the feelings of pain and resentment she had for him and it made her spiteful. She wanted to crumble his world and hurt him just so she could feel better the way her life turned out to be. "Actually I don't want to do talking tonight." She said as she slid off her stool ungracefully. The wine might have kicked in and did the talking, but she would let it ride her into the night. He was standing on the other side of the island counter when she walked over to him and she knew the effect it had on him. She wasn't blind nor was she stupid. They had a past and even though they might not have the best relationship, they still had one. "What are you doing?" He asked when she was face to face from him, mere inches away and she looked up at him, his dark hair and dark eyes looked confused but she knew he wasn't daft. He knew what was coming. She had reached up to touch his neck as she wrapped her hand around it, not getting close enough to fully choke him. Her other finger came up to trail around his Adams's apple and to the skin that was revealed from his open button up. It went to the first button as she undid the next as their eyes met and he didn't say anything. "You said if I needed anything." She trailed off and he blinked at her and she knew he was probably confused and she took that moment to take advantage. She undid the rest of the buttons to find his skin underneath, surprised he wasn't wearing a tank top and she could see the chest tattoo he had and the others underneath that she wasn't familiar with. She opened up his shirt more to see the hard planes of his chest, his toned abs. "Wait, we-." He said and she reach down to cup him through his slacks. She rubbed him through his pants in an up and down motion and she could feel him harden. If he still felt the same he did years ago, he wouldn't be able to tear himself away because it was probably what he wanted. He didn't say anything when she looked at him and she took that signal to undo his belt as the metal clanked to the side. Still they were quiet, not speaking as she undid the button to his pants, his erection now straining against the fabric and she let his well tailored and expensive slacks slide down hard muscled thighs. While that happened, she moved back and pulled his shirt over her head to reveal the dark lacy bra she had underneath. She undid the clasp on her own back and let the straps fall down her shoulder and let the undergarment fall to the kitchen floor as her bare breasts felt the cool air. His eyes were glued to her chest and even though she didn't have the biggest t**s, they were still perky and perfectly hand-sized as his hand came out to touch her, but she pushed them away. She saw his erection pulse underneath the fabric of his boxer briefs, and she reached down to the strings of the lounging pants to undo the tie letting the big pants fall to the floor as she stepped out of them. She left her panties on, a lacy boy short that matched her bra as she took a step closer to him, her hardened n*****s scraping his abdomen before she bent before him and glanced up at him touching the hardened bulge before placing her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulling it down his muscular legs, his erecting jutting free from the fabric and she never broke eye contact from him. The scene was wanton, with his back against the counter and his shirt opened revealing his chest as the rise and fall of it was quicker than normal. He had the light dusting of hairs from his navel down to where he had neatly trimmed curls and his perfectly thick uncut d**k. She wasn't expecting that and she blinked before she wrapped her hand over his shaft and gently pulled the rest of his skin back revealing the full head. His eyes narrowed as he watched her and she never broke contact when she used his skin to move up and down. His breathing quickened even more and she stuck her tongue out as she licked the underside of his head, her wet tongue flicking back and forth. She then enclosed her mouth over his mushroom-shaped tip and watched as his nostrils flared and she dared to take him in deeper into her hungry mouth and before pulling back the skin and moving forward again. She was gentle at first afraid that she might have pulled too hard but his groan and rise and fall of his chest gave her enough verification to continue. She moved faster and taking him in deeper into her, his shaft invading the confines of her mouth as salt and saliva mixed. It egged her on because she needed this and she wanted to see him like this, at her mercy. She enveloped him like there was no tomorrow and dared take him deeper into her mouth as much as she could without gagging and with his size, she wasn't used to the thickness. His hands were gripping the edge of the counter and when he wanted to put his hand on her head, she had pushed it away. She wasn't sure how much time had passed and it wasn't long before she felt the ache in her own body and in her squatting position, not attempting to be on her knees on the hard floor, she reached into the band of her own panties to find her own folds wet and slick. She used her own juices to rub her c**t with a fervor as she continued to bob her head back and forth over his d**k. They were close oh so close when he reached out once more and put his hand on the back of her head to help guide her as she focused on her own climax. The rush and feel of him almost forcing himself into her mouth turned her on even more and she could feel her nub hardening even more. They were both breathing heavily and rushed as the tears fell from her eyes of not having the normal amount of air and she had to push back against him to pause for a quick second. The doorbell rang and she wanted to curse in frustration when it rang again and they both were breathing hard as they tried to figure out what was happening or whether or not he should answer it. Cursing as he pulled away, he pulled his boxer briefs and pants back up to cover himself as he moved to answer the door. He also took the button up off him and threw it to the side as he walked to answer what was most likely their food delivery.