Deceived - Part 1 New York (6 page)

“
Wait. Patrick. Um - don’t
go.” The words spilled out before I could stop them. “Come inside.
I don't want to be alone tonight.” I pulled him in a little with
the one hand, placing the other hand on his forearm and our eyes
locked searching deep into each other’s soul. I didn’t want to seem
desperate but I just couldn’t let him go. I wanted him and I wanted
to please him. In an instant he responded.

He grabbed me by the waist,
lifted me off my feet and whirled me around in a circle. We both
laughed and noisily entered the building clambering up the stairs,
intermittently kissing and murmuring little “m-m-m” noises, as we
made our way to my door. We were so hot for each other that the
cool night air seemed to sizzle like butter thrown into a hot
frying pan, as it crept up the stairwell with us.

My door seemed an eternity
away, when I finally fell with my back up against it to search for
my keys. He couldn’t contain himself and pressed up against me with
heated kisses, his hand groping for the hem of my skirt. I finally
released the lock and we both rolled in the apartment panting with
desire for each other. I flung my keys and purse to the side, not
minding that I had missed the kitchen table completely. Patrick
spun me around and walked me backwards into the living room area,
peeling my coat down off my body in one magnificent swoop, kissing
me all the while, unable to take his lips off me.

I fell back onto the couch
breathless and panting, as he hovered over me in the soft glow of
the small desk lamp I always leave on for safety. He looked
magnificent standing there his eyes blazing with desire. He took a
moment to let the tension between us simmer and he let his eyes
languish a gaze over my body. He slowly took off his suit jacket
and laid it over the back of a nearby chair and seductively pulled
off his tie, our eyes still locked in a wanting stare. One at a
time he popped each button of his shirt in the most sublime manner
I’ve ever seen, revealing a fine taught chest, his tan skin shining
in the low glow of the lamp. The view of his bare skin heightened
the tension between us even more. His sensual strip tease sent
surges of sexual energy racing through my body. I was practically
drooling.

Each layer of clothing that
was removed added fire to my anticipation of feeling his bare skin
next to mine. I ached for his touch. My heart raced and he aroused
me to wetness. I sat up on the edge of the couch my face level with
his waistline, spreading my legs apart in a tantalizing invitation.
I could sense the heat emanating from his body and I inhaled his
aromatic spice.

My thong had been torn by
the Baroness’ angry gesture and there was hardly any fabric to
shield the elixir of my wetness wafting up to his nostrils. I
struggled to keep from reaching out to touch him, but I wanted to
let him come to me. I needed confirmation that he wanted me.
Looking down with a fiery smile on his face he accepted my offer
and obediently stepped into the space between my legs. Gently
reaching down with one hand he began caressing my hair. I couldn’t
stop the next shiver that flashed down my spine as my blood blazed
a trail down to my inner thighs. I craved his body, my entire being
aching to please this magnificent specimen of a man.

Pressing my lips to his
smooth body, I kissed his rock hard abs, rubbing my hands up and
down his backside. With his hands swirling in my hair I looked up,
my eyes filled with longing unbuckling his belt and unzipping his
pants. As his pants fell open, my eyes delighted in the sight of
his muscles, cut in a sexy V shape on his abdomen, the cut lines
leading down into his low rise briefs where his hard cock raged
against its confinement. Bewitched by his well-defined shape, I was
compelled to run my fingers in each groove and depression created
by his tight muscles, giving little licks and kisses as I went.
Throwing his head back with a long breath he moaned, “Yes, oh Baby,
yes.”

There was the “green light”
and instinctively I remembered the fantasy I had entertained
earlier that evening while masturbating in the restroom stall, so I
whisked his shorts down with one hand and wrapped my other hand
around his hard manhood. With his hands on each side of my head he
purposefully guided me as I took his large cock into my mouth. I
worked him over, licking and sucking, letting the whole of his
penis into my mouth as much as possible so my hands were free to
finish pulling his clothes to the floor. He moaned with ecstatic
pleasure with his hands still on my head working it up and down on
his cock, until he couldn’t wait any longer to have his turn at
me.

“
Sweet Jesus. You are
magnificent, but don’t make me come yet, Babe.” Lowering himself
down to my level on the couch, his hands trailing down my head to
my shoulders, he knelt down in front of me between my legs. Working
his way down from the crown of my head with little kisses, first on
my forehead, then on my cheekbone, he gently traced the very tip of
his tongue across the skin of my cheek until he reached my mouth
and lapped up my lips thrusting his tongue in my mouth.

The room was spinning, and
my heart was pounding out of my chest with anticipation. He kissed
his way down my neck to my shoulders, like a kid licking up a river
of melted ice cream from an ice-cream cone on a hot summer’s day.
He unbuttoned my sweater with one hand, pushing the sweater off my
shoulders with the other. Magnetic tingles raced all over my body
like a network of electrical signals, crossing, connecting and
crashing into each other until the infusion propelled a massive
rush of exotic energy down to my womanhood.

Before I knew it, clothes
were strewn all over the floor and we were naked on the couch, lost
in a fervid mashing of bodies. The pilgrimage of kisses continued
down my length, his one hand reaching for my clit while his tongue
sucked and teased at my nipples. His only respite was to stop for a
breath to say, “My beautiful Chloe. You taste like sweet
honey”

I was raw with desire. Like
the waves of the ocean rolling over me, my passion for Patrick
swelled and crashed, the heat of the moment sweeping me under with
unbidden ordain.

“
Oh Patrick” I moaned
arching my back. I spread my legs open begging for him to take me
as he adeptly found my clit, swollen and engorged. He sucked in a
short breath as his fingers slipped easily around the pink lips of
my slit, rubbing with a tantalizing rapid curvaceous
motion.

“
Oh Baby, you are so wet.”
he panted with lavish desire.

I reveled in the excited at
the image of him enjoying my pussy and I yearned to satisfy his
manly hunger. His hard cock was sharply erect. The sight of it with
that blue vein pulsating, straining for release, drove me wild with
excitement and my rapture was uncontainable. I desperately wanted
to feel the girth of him inside me. I reached out to stroke his
penis and in a hoarse whisper commanded, “I want you in
me.”

He thrust himself straight
inside me, my labia slippery and swollen. He grabbed my hips with
both hands, and drove his cock deep into the recesses of my pelvis.
He groaned a magnificent sound, confirmation to my ears that I was
fulfilling his needs. He rocked his hips, thrusting and positioning
me so the head of his penis stroked the G-spot on the upper inside,
his gyrations intensifying with every probe.

Just when I could feel he
was about to burst, he pulled himself out and flipped me over. With
one arm around my waist he lifted me up and bent me over the
cushioned arm of the couch positioned to take me from behind. It
took me by surprise but
Oh my god,
I loved it. Gripping his massive manhood in one
hand he impaled me with his penis, his other hand smacking my butt
cheek with a sharp whack.

As he was deep inside of
me, I could feel his body up against my backside. Reaching his free
hand around to my mouth, he traced his fingers over my lips. I
willingly kissed his fingers and sucked them like it was his
cock.

His hand fondled my clit
again as the raking of his cock against my hot spot and the fast
pulsating motion of his fingers, moved me to the brink of orgasm.
He blew out his breath in gasping unshackled pants on my back as he
raged inside me and stroked my pussy.

The intensity of my
sensations brought me to the edge of the cliff, one more stroke and
he would send me over in an explosion.

With one final tug of my
clit, he pushed a momentous stroke and roared, “You're all mine.”
as his cum filled my already dripping opening and I went sailing
over the proverbial edge into ecstatic oblivion.

I was hooked.

The sharp sun glared
directly into my eyes. Throwing my bent arm up over my face to
shield them, I stretched my body to its full length.

Fuck! I forgot to
close the blinds last night.... LAST NIGHT!!
OMG!!!

Memories of the previous
night’s events came rushing into my mind, and in a quick motion I
flipped over in my bed for a reality check. There he was right next
to me, sleeping like a baby.

Wow. Even in the morning
he looks like a Goddamn movie star.

The alarm clock flashed
6:05 AM. Still another twenty-five minutes until it would ring. I
quietly slipped out of the bed trying not to wake him.

As I stood up, my head felt
like a broken down pinball machine that had “TILT” written all over
it. I stumbled into the bathroom, opened the cabinet door searching
for those Advil I knew I had somewhere.

Found them! Hmm, only two
left.

As I made a mental note to
buy more Advil, I washed down the two pills with lukewarm tap
water. I brushed my teeth and began removing my make-up from last
night.
One look in the mirror told me I
looked like a dirty dish rag and I was in need of some serious
touch-ups. I couldn't let him see me like this, but luckily; I
still had some time before the sound of the alarm would wake
him.

I tiptoed to my vanity
table, routinely applying my three-part makeup ritual as best I
could despite the jack-hammering going on in my
head. 
Argh! Puffy eyes. I’m never
drinking again!
What made me think
drinking was a good idea in a situation like last night?

With exactly four minutes
before the buzzer would kick in, I snuck back into bed, trying like
James Bond to stealthily maneuver my way under the covers, with as
little movement as possible.

“
Good morning gorgeous”,
Patrick said softly into my ear as he wrapped his arms around me.
Voluntarily, I snuggled my body next to his, enjoying the
curvilinear design of our intertwined bodies.

“‘
Morning
handsome,” I smiled back at him rolling my body to face his, our
foreheads touching. He traced his fingers gently along my jawline
and gave me a little kiss on my nose and I was
beaming.
I could get used to waking
up to this every day.

“
I hope I didn’t make a
fool of myself last night. Um...a little too much for me to
drink...I think...”

“
You - are nothing but
sweetness. Don’t worry about it. We’ve all done that once in our
lives,” he murmured.

The comfort in his voice
released my unfounded anxiety and my spirits soared. I was on cloud
nine and blissfully wiggled in a little closer.

The alarm buzzer rang out a
stark reminder of my obligations of the day but my heart fluttered
at the thought of spending another work day in the presence of
Patrick Collins.

Playfully smacking his hand
on my butt cheek he chided, “Come on sleepy head, we’re burning
daylight.” Jumping out of bed, he bent down and brushed his lips to
my forehead, then jaunted out of the bedroom in search of his
clothing strewn about the living room.

Slipping on my pink robe, I
sauntered out to purvey the aftermath of last night’s sexcapades on
the couch. My gaze fell on Patrick standing at the door all dressed
in his suit and ready to go, twirling my thong panties up in the
air on one finger, like he was sporting a well-deserved victory
trophy.

Shit!

My eyes zoomed in on the
lace edging that was ripped off in the brutal attack, my anxiety
magnifying degree of the tear a thousand times over. Did he see the
damage? Did he notice? I couldn’t bear to tell him what had
happened and I promised myself I never would. I tried to make light
of it all with an offhand remark.

“
Um, looks like a bomb went
off in here.” I said with a nervous laugh attempting to play it
off.

“
There
were some -
explosions-
in here last night, well, several explosions,” he
teased.

I blushed a little at his
play on words.

“
Guess I don’t know my own
strength.” he continued as he examined the thong.

Damn! He
noticed
. I wanted to get those underwear
away from him
tute suite, so I continued
my bleak attempt at a diversion and quipped back, “Yea. More like -
earthquakes. Earthquakes and explosions.” I bargained.

I feigned a laugh and
rolled my eyes at my own immature humor. I lurched forward trying
to snag the panties from his grip, but he just raised them up
higher teasingly out of my reach. Each time I would lunge forward
he deflected my advance, twisting so they would be just out of my
reach. He held them up high enough so he could give me little
pecks-of-a-kiss each time I jumped for them. He was so tall and
handsome I forgot in an instant what I was reaching for. Finally,
he let me win the silly game and allowing me to snatch the panties
away.