Lucy's Boo

Chapter 13

Friday is finally here!! This week took forever to end. You would think with all the drama, time would have gone by faster. I decide that I am not going to be a slacker this term and actually attend my Friday morning class. With it being at 10am, there really isn't much of an excuse not to go, other than sheer laziness. I perform my usual morning rituals, get dressed, and grab my bag. I stop and get a protein shake out of the refridgerator, the out the door I go. 

Class was pretty uneventful. During most of the lecture, I would continuously check my phone. Dillan had call early saying that he would be on campus around 1pm. The anticipation I feel puts butterflies in my stomach, and has my heart beating right out of my chest. After you have been away from a person for a long enough period of time, you can expect for things to change, one way or another. 

I can't believe I am this excited to see him. 

When we first met, I honestly felt like I might have met my soul mate. 6'5 light brown skin, with brown eyes. Jet black curls top his head, which sits upon strong, broad shoulders. Last I remembered, he was a bit on the thinner side, but that can easily be  fixed with a few homecooked meals. His voice deep, with the ability to massage my innermost parts. 

This weekend is going to be another wild one for the books.

I am brought back to reality, by the most hated words of any college student.

"Exam next week, " my professor says cheerfully. "I would advise you guys do more studying than partying this weekend."

The mumbles and groans can be heard in the hallway. Even though the exams for this class were never really difficult, they still sucked soggy balls. No other way to put it.

I make my way out of the door of the building. Usually, I would go through the main entrance, but I decided against it due to parking reasons. I walk out and feel the warmth of the sun hit my face. A light breeze blows through my curls, and the smell of Spring faintly in the air. 

I am so glad that the cold is starting to make its way out of Georgia. I can't stand being cold, although it does make for supherb cuddle weather.

I bounce down the steps, gleefully thinking of the events to come. Tomorrow, our fashion show is happening, which means the last time that I will have to come across Travis and his "Oh I forgot to mention my wife" ass. Won't call it the worst mistake I have made, but it goes up there with giving myself a face-palm every time I think about it.

I round the corner, absent-minded and not paying attention. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry."

Ouch. I feel like I just walked into a brick wall. My folder goes flying, and so do the papers within it. 

"s**t!" I yell as I stomp my foot on the ground.

"Here. I can help. No need for all of that."

I stop dead in my tracks. My insides clutch together, instantly. I turn and starting from his shoes, I notice the classic black sneaker, paired with grey-slim fit jogging pants (should be illegal) hugging a well hung and propotioned package. 

I recognize that bulge.

Sculpted chest and arms are accented by a black long-sleeve shirt, Calvin Klein for sure.

"IRV!!"

All breath escapes me. He has never, I repeat NEVER came to my school, let alone popped up on me like this. I mean, even if he came in town for business, we usually wouldn't even have the chance to see each due to his trips being so short.

"IRV! What the.." I'm pretty sure everyone on campus thought I had lost my s**t at that point from the way I was yelling.

"Were you expecting someone else? Who else would be this polite if you had just walked right into them?"

Oh My Goodness. The deadliness in the tone of his voice is worse in person, and you would think I could handle myself better when I hear it. 

He flashes a smile. Grabs my hand, and brings me in close.

Ah. I feel all of my muscles going weak. 

He wraps his arms around me, and bear hugs me like he usually does. I have never met a person who could say "I missed you" in a hug quite like him.

He tips my head back and gives me a soft kiss on this lips.

"How's my girl doing?" he whispers over them.

"Um? Fine." The sound of shock still present in my voice. What in the hell is he doing here? Of all the weekends in the year, this is one he decides he wants to pop up on.

Meredith, what the f**k are you gonna do?

"My papers!" Still being scattered around, I reach down and try to grab as many as I can. Irv helps.

"What are you doing here? What happened to a phone call?" I have to ask. This is so NOT him.

"Well, I had an early business meeting and lunch here in the city. For some reason, you haven't been your talkative self and I felt the need to check on you. Make sure everything was ok. I hope you aren't upset." 

A hint of anguish can be heard in his voice. Rightfully so. I don't believe in just "popping up". I don't care what kind of relationship we have. Hell, I will cuss my own momma out, respectfully of course, for doing that very same thing. He is no different.

"How did you know where to find me? Have you been stalking me this entire time?" The realness of the statement is cleverly masked with sarcasm.

"NO." His tone soft. "I actually called Laura and she was very willing to let me know where I could find you. You should probably talk to her about that." He chuckles.

I am going to KILL her!! Why would she set me up like this? And she thinks I'm going to "help" her by f*****g her...yea, ok!

"Here you go, babe." Irv hands me the rest of my now dirt covered notes.

"Thanks." I flash a smile as to not let him know how royally pissed off I am.

"You hungry?"

"Don't try to bribe me with food. I would have liked a little bit of courtsey. You know, an hour or so before you popped up so I could get my life together."

He agreed.

"But to answer your question, yes. I am hungry and would love some sushi right now."

"You got it."

"Ra Sushi ok? I can meet you there." I know he is familiar with the place as it is the only restaurant in the city I get my sushi from.

"Sure. Why meet me? Get in the car woman."

And sure enough, a new black Audi A8 sitting there on the corner waiting.

"When did you get a new one? What happened to your truck?" I ask, having no shame with the amount of excitement in my voice.

He laughs. "So, I did good huh?"

"I would say so! I have had my eye on this baby since the day it came out! You know I'm driving, right?"

I look over towards him and instant dread appears on his face.

"Don't worry. We aren't going far." 

"I guess, but take it easy. I think the folks who paved downtown missed all these potholes on purpose."

I yelp.

I do my cute run over to the driver side door. Open it, and smacked instantly with the scent of men's YSL cologne and that magnificent new car smell. Smooth mocha leather interior with black sticking. The attention to detail is impeccable. Moonroof open to let in the rays of sun. The steering wheel feels like rose petals.

"Ah! This is amazing." I say to myself as I rub my hands up, down, and around the steering wheel, then to the seats that hug my every curve like a glove.

"You ok over there? Sounds like you are about to let one off. Don't know if I should be jealous or flattered."

I smile, and lean to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"You should be both."

Giddy and filled with happiness, I put the car and drive. I strategically take the long way, and I know there is a stretch of road that has no potholes.

I reach my starting line, and floor it.

Listen to that baby purr!!

"Alright, Meredith...slow down. We aren't on the interstate." I can feel him rolling his eyes and cussing me out in his head at the same time. 

"Don't tempt me." I let up a little, then hit it again.

"Meredith!" Voice deep. That's my sign to calm my ass down. I slow down.

"I'm sorry love." Not too often does he get irritated with me, but when he does...Mannn...I will spring a leak in a heartbeat.

The rest of the ride was on cruise control. We talked about his business here in Atlanta and how he is going back home this evening.

"Going back so soon?" I need to at least act like I am disappointed, and not like I have a potential d**k appointment arriving at any moment. 

At the same time, we are pulling up to the valet at the restaurant. Irv gets out first. Hands the guy whatever, and instead of letting him open the door, Irv comes and opens it. 

So possessive. I like. Hehe.

I can't lie. Seeing him Being able to touch him and have him touch me back, makes me feel so wonderful inside. Not even in a s****l sense, but that of a deep, sensual connection. Something I have never experienced with anyone other than him. 

"Thank you, sir." I hope out, looking like I just rolled out of bed. Here he is, casually sexy and FINE. No hint of business in sight. At least he did dress down so I wouldn't feel so out of place.

We walk to the front door. The hostess opens it for us as we approach.

"Good afternoon. Table for two?"

I go to anwer and he blurts out, "Yes. Outside preferred."

"I could have answered her."

"I know that, and you know that when we are together, I handle it. ALL OF IT!" He leans over and kisses me. Lips soft as velvet melt over mine.

Whew! We are not ready for whatever he has on his mind.

The hostess, embarrassed for me, lowers her head with a smirk on her face.

"Right this way."

We are escorted out onto the terrace. Nice shade from the trees, makes the breeze feel a little cooler than it did early. I ask if we could sit where there was more sun. She gladly moves us to a table towards the back of the terrace, and across from the outdoor bar.

"I have a jacket in the car. Do you want me to get it for you?" Irv asks me as he pulls out my chair.

Always the gentleman.

"No. This will be fine. I am sure before we are done, I will be ruInning to the shade."

I scoot to the table. No need for the menu. I have it all planned out in my head.

Start with miso soup and ginger salad, followed by Spicy Tuna Roll and a Rainbow roll, washing it all down with a Blushing Geisha (or two).

The waitress comes over. I lay my order out like I am at a chinese buffet, making sure not to miss a course. Irv sits back and watches, amazed.

He laughts. "Where is all of that going to go?"

"You asked if I was hungry. I said yes. Expecting a different response?"

Everyone has a light chuckle. She finishes taking his order.

"I'll be right back with your drinks and water."

"Thank you." I got to say that much.

"So, how have things been with school? This is a big weekend for you. The fashion show is tomorrow right?"

Does this man forget nothing?

"Yes. It's tomorrow and I can't wait to be done with it."

The waitress returns with our water. Per habit, I take his straw and rip the paper off the bottom half, leaving just the top for him to remove, and place it in his drink.

While squeezing lemon into mine, he asks "What are you modeling exactly?"

Uh. Oh. I sip my water and lower my head.

"Meredith. What are you modeling? Are you naked or something?" Voice a bit higher. Intrigued.

"Well, lingerie."

He chokes.

"Lin-lingerie??"

I sigh. "Yes. Lingerie. A few essembles. Mostly corsets and robes."

"So your ass is out?" His eyes are making me sweat.

"I won't go as far as to say out...it's out but it's overed with the robes," I am trying to hide my ammusement. HIs discomfort with all of this is extremely atrractive. Didn't really think he cared as much as he did with people seeing me.

"Is there a problem?" My drink arrives as soon as I finish asking the question.

"Awesome. Do you mind if I get a shot of Rum as well?"

"Yes. A shot of Crown Royal. Apple if you have it. Both shots chilled."

"Absolutely." The waitress walks away.

Irv moves his chair closer to mine. I feel an instant jult, followed by a developing lump in my throat. 

Lord, why is he so close? It should be a sin for him to smell like this?

He places his arm around the back of my chair. Lean into my ear. The heat of his breath makes the hairs on my neck stand. n*****s fully hard and erect.

So thankful for this padded bra.

"You weren't going to tell me?" Every letter coming out of his mouth, bounces off my ears. 

I shiver.

"I mean, it wasn't something I felt needed to be voluteered. Thought that if you were interested, you would ask." My tone is mild and meek. Lowering my eyes, quickly scanning the body of perfection next to me.

"I know I am not here often." He grabs my hand. He intertwines his fingers with mine and grazes his lips across them.

"I know I am not here often. Makes you fair game for anyone that feels they have the chance. I don't need you adding anymore fuel to the fire. This is your one-off. I am almost tempted to cancel my weekend meetings and stay."

I feel the heat rising from my chest. The notion that I am somehow in trouble right now, is baffling to me. At the same time, I have the feeling that I deserved it, upset with myself for not telling him. 

Weird. Nope. I don't like this s**t at all!

"Here are your shots."

This woman knows how to rescue.

"Thank  you." Irv's voice is still soft and deep. I can see her breath catch in her throat.

Girl. If you only knew.

'Well, what I don't want you to do is cancel any business plans on my behalf. There are only three outfits. I will make sure that I stay hidden and covered. I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you about it before. I wasn't aware that I could have been an issue."

He grabs his drink. I do the same.

"A toast...to Meredith understanding that she is mine, as much as I am hers."

"To my one-off."

And with that, the mode went from intense, to light hearted.

The waitress brings out our food. So much food and I am ready for all olf it. I make it through my soup and salad, then excuse myself from the table.

"Hey. I'll be right back. Gotta potty." He laughs. I give him a kiss, grab my wristlet and head to the bathroom.

The entire time we have been together, I have been dying to check my phone. Surely, Dillan is here by now and somewhat annoyed that I have not answered his (looks down at phone) FIVE missed calls and THREE text messages. There are also messages from Laura.

I'll deal with her later.

A message from Dillan:

       Hey. We made it to my frat brother's house, around the corner from campus. Tried calling. I'm sure you         are running around. Hit me up when you get situated.    

I toss my head back. "Oh, God." I gasp. I need to hurry up and get this man on the road. Even though I have warmed up to the fact that he was sweet enough to think about me and stop by before leaving, I have some unfinished business with Dillan, and I am not going to be able to manage both of them, especially with this "I am his" talk.

What is that about?

I mean, I know our last time together, he somewhat expressed his feelings for me, but I didn't think that it was leading to a fully committed type situation. One thing I have learned through this whole process is that I don't want a to be tied to anyone. I enjoy having my fun.

Having options. 

I roll my eyes and shake my head. So much for not being complicated.

I gather myself and walk back to our table. Irv is on the phone. I can tell when its work related. His whole postering changes. He has told me a little of what he does in the financial world, but that stuff goes right over my head. Whatever it is, it is treating him quite well.

I sit down as he finishes up his call.

"Everything alright?" I place my hand on his knee. I see his member twitch a little.

"Yes. All is fine. It's this merger we have coming up and some of the executives are freaking out a little. I keep telling them not to worry, and that I have it all taken care of, but leave it to them to wanna stress me the f**k out." 

By this time, I notice he has his second drink.

I rub his thigh, making the effort to glide my hand, ever so gently, in the vicinty of his member. He gives me that all too familiar look.

Keep at it, and I will bend you over this table in front of everyone...kind of look.

I move my hand and resume eating.

"Tease" he mutters.

"I learn from the best."

"You have so much more to learn. For starters, don't play with it. If you want it, grab it." He is saying this while taking my chopsticks out of my hand, placing them on my plate, and then taking my hand and planting in on his now FULLY erect d**k.

"Oh my! Somebody is excited."

"Excited is not even the word. You do this to me every time we are together. Everytime I hear your voice. This is what you do to me. This is what you did as you walked away from this table. Took all that I had to not follow you and take that ass in the bathroom." 

While my mouth is wide open, on the floor, listening to this maddening foreplay word-play, he casually continues to eat, as if he didn't just threaten to screw me in a restraunt bathroom.

Now I am hot. Hot and bothered. Ready to go. I want him...need him inside of me. NOW!

"Yea so, we need to box this s**t up. It's time to go."

He smiles, but continues to eat. I signal for the waitress.

"Could we get our check and a to-go box, please?"

"Sure. No problem."

"Thanks."

"Got somewhere you need to be?" The sarcasm in his voice winds me up even more.

"Actually, yes. There is somewhere I need to be. So get your s**t together so we can go."

"Yes, maam."

He hands me his charge card to cover the bill. "I'll go get the car."

I close out our bill and make it to the valet station just as the car is being brought out.

"Are you driving, Meredith?"

"Nope. You got it." I sly smirk appears on my face. He shares the same smile and gets in.

We are riding in complete silence. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I just want to get him back to my condo. Strip him naked and have my way with him.

Laura. I send her a text to see if she is home.

Message from Laura:

    Hey!! I see your visitor found you. I told him you were going to kill me for sending him to you. I won't be     home for another  hour or two.

Perfect!

"What time were you needing to get back on the road?" I listen impatiently for his anwer.

"I was hoping before rush hour hits." He looks at me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing. I have time. We are going to my house."

"Somebody is being mighty bossy. I wonder why that is?" I can see him filling with pride. Happy that I have taken a little bit of control in order to get what it is I want.

Arriving at my house, I direct him to my parking spot since my car is still on campus. 

"Come on."

I fling the door open, giving Irv a mini heart attack.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hit it on anything. Lets go."

To the elevator, stopping on the fifth floor. My keys are in hand, awaiting the appearance of my front door. I can't unlock it fast enough. I push the door open, while grabbing Irv's hand and pulling him inside. I throw everything down at the door. He must have known what was coming next because we both kicked our shoes off and headed to the my bedroom.

Didn't even bother closing the door. Our lips made a b-line for each other, not stopping until they met. The passion between palpable. 

Toxic .He bits my bottom lip. I damn near shred his shirt trying to get it off of him.

"I want it!" I pant.

"You want what?" Irv places his hand around my throat, stopping everything. He spins me around forcing me against the wall between my closet and bathroom door. He holds me there, applying just enough pressure for me not to move, but not enough to hurt and obstruct my breathing. His mouth devour me all over, while his other hand works to undo my bra, and then take off my pants.

"You want this?" He drops to his knees. Taking my leg, tossing it over his shoulder like a weightless feather. He engulfs my p***y with a such verasity, I scream.

"IRV!!!"

He doesn't respond. He doesnt let up. He keeps the relentless pace that literally has me trying to climb this wall.

He stands, and with the skills of a magician manages to have his pants and briefs down to his ankles.

"Put your arms around my neck." I do.

"Hold on." I hold on for dear life.

He brings both arms, one under each thigh, hoisting me in the air, still firmly against the wall. He lowers me on top of him. With a thrust and a throb, my insided begin to hum and vibrate. The sound of my ass smacking his thighs, is sweet music to my ears.

"AH! AH!" His love is delicious. Irv is delicious. What is wrong with me for wanting more that this dilerium? 

He pulls me away from the wall, throwing me on the bed. All fluid motions. 

Heavy breathing. Moaning. Screaming. The more I moan, the harder and faster he gives it to me. The light curvature of his member, tickling my g-spot,

"Flip over!" I love his commanding voice.

I flip over. He pulls my hips to him, pressing down on my back to ensure the arch in it is to his liking.

In and out. In and out. IN AND OUT!! Smacks my ass repeatedly. So thankful I don't have neighbors on my side.

Each time i get close, he stops.

"Nope. I am going to let you feel how I feel thinking about these boys looking at you tomorrow. Maddening right?"

"Please!! Irv!! Please"

He flips me over again. Straddles me. Hand around my throat. Gives me all that he has.

"Is is mine?"

"Yes! It's Yours!" I exclaim.

"Who do you belong to?"

"YOU!" I moan.

"Say it!! You belong to me!"

"I BELONG TO YOU!!' Everything inside of me erupts. Creaming everywhere. We hit the peak of ecstacy together. He crumbles on top of me. We both struggle to get oxygen in our lungs. Irv gently rolls over to the side of me, placing his hand on my chest. 

"You good?" He only says that we he thinks he has hurt me or been too rough.

I manage to gather the words, "I''m fine."

'I'm not going to be worth s**t driving home." Deep down, I want him to stay. I want to curl underneath him and fall asleep, waking up to him still being there. In the flesh. Not in my dreams.

"I don't want you driving if you aren't feeling up to it." I roll to face him. He kisses my forehead.

"Not anything a Red Bull can't fix. Plus, you've got a busy weekend ahead."

He hops up and heads to the bathroom.

I reposition myself so that I can see the faint outline of his ass, as he washes himself up. 

Could it be? Could he be? Is it possible that this man is what I have been searching for? What am I afraid of? 

Hurt.