ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories) (53 page)

Thomas didn’t mind though and he actually enjoyed the change of scenery. It was also one of the first times in a few years that he wasn’t too disappointed watching his football team play, which felt like a victory in itself at this point in his life. It was as he was ordering his fourth beer though, that lady luck decided to give him something else to be happy about, rather than an overconfident subpar quarterback.

He heard the bell on the front door ring and watched as the bartender’s face lit up, awestruck as someone new walked in. Not one to be left out of checking out a beautiful girl, Thomas turned around in time to see a strawberry blonde dressed in a knit cardigan and tank top walk through the door.

She strode into the room with a grace and elegance that far exceeded the dive bar atmosphere that she was back dropped against. The fake sports memorabilia on the walls seemed to insult her level of class and sophistication. Thomas noticed her piercing eyes immediately which seemingly darted around the room taking everything, and everyone, in at once.

It was those eyes too that locked onto his. Without hesitation she made her way towards him, grabbed the barstool next to him and slid it towards the counter. She didn’t give him a second glance as she waved towards the bartender to get his attention. That was when Thomas heard her voice for the first time.

“Hey, can I get a beer?” It wasn’t what he had expected to hear when he heard angels for the first time, but none the less he knew that was what he had just heard. It had a bit of gravel to it, but with a higher pitch, so that it was clearly feminine. In that moment, all he wanted to do was to hear her laugh. So, “Tipsy Thomas” made his move.

“Hey, want to know what’s intense?” The girl turned and looked at him slowly, clearly confused and not interested in him. But after looking at him for a moment, her cold gaze softened. She tilted her head and responded.

“A circus.” Thomas sat back in his seat, opening up his posture a bit to engage in the conversation, and grabbed his drink just as she grabbed hers. He tipped it to her and she tipped hers in return.

“I was going to say camping.” He took a sip from his drink. “Because it’s in tents.” She nodded and smiled at him. “But you got that obviously, hence the circus thing.” His voice trailed off and he looked around the room as he took another sip from his beer. To his surprise, the girl extended her hand.

“My name is Anne and you are?” Thomas reached out and shook her hand.

“Thomas.” Anne gave him another once over and reached over and loosened his tie. She then sat back and took a moment to look at him. She quickly leaned forward and tousled his hair and sat back again, taking a swig from her drink.

“And now, you’re Tom.” She tapped her beer against his. “Let’s get to know Tom.”

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The two of them sat and drank for another two hours, both substantially tipsy after a few more beers and a shot or two. Thomas was glad that as soon as Anne had sat down Doc and Sean had left them alone, allowing them to live in a little bubble where the only thing that mattered was the other person.

After they finished off their drinks, Anne stood up and announced that she needed to use the restroom. Thomas said that he too needed to use the restroom and they decided to travel, arm-in-arm together, to the restrooms.

As they reached the back of the bar, Thomas opened the door for Anne and she entered with a little curtsey. He responded with a bow. He closed the door with a chuckle and waited for her to finish. After a moment he heard the door unlock, but she didn’t come out. He stood and waited for another minute until the door cracked open slightly.

“Hey, I need your help with something,” Anne whispered from the bathroom. Thomas looked around quickly and then followed her inside the bathroom. As he stepped inside she closed the door behind him and locked it. “Do my boobs look uneven to you?” As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting he saw that she was standing with her boobs out. Her nipples were pierced with small hoops, and the tits were small, but perky.

“Uh, no, they look perfect.” She smiled at him and tilted her head, “I mean even. They look even.” She reached forward and grabbed his hands, pulling them towards her and onto her exposed breasts.

“How do they feel?” Thomas tentatively took a few squeezes and pulled his hands back.

“They feel good, yeah. Nothing wrong with them at all.” Anne pulled her shirt back up and over her pierced nipples and took a step towards Thomas. She had to stand on her toes slightly, but she kissed him on the nose. He noticeably relaxed and felt, as if by magic, his hands rising up and grabbing her waist.

“There ya go,” she whispered into his lips. They kissed, just a peck, at first. She pulled away and licked her lips, going back in for more. They interlocked their lips and began to passionately make out, his hands pulling her into his body. His hands unfastened her sweater and threw it open. They then slid under her shirt and he felt her stomach tingle with goosebumps.

“I would really love to do this somewhere other than the bathroom I threw up in while in college,” he said between kisses. She laughed and pulled away, her fingers reached up and began to play with his hair.

“That sounds good, but my roommate isn’t really fan of me bringing people back.” Thomas leaned in and kissed her.

“It’s not a problem, I’ve got my own place. It’ll only take a few minutes to get there.” This time she hopped up and kissed him. She pulled away again, but this time towards the door where she unlocked it and stealthily looked both ways to make sure that no one was waiting to use the bathroom before darting out towards the exit.

Thomas followed suit and exited the bathroom, he waved at Doc and Sean as he left, both of them had huge smiles on their faces as they watched him chase after Anne. Thomas then yelled for the bartender to put it on Sean’s tab. The bartender called out after him that it was already taken care of and that he should enjoy himself.

Anne was waiting on the street, already hailing down a taxi when Thomas ran up. He walked up behind her and grabbed her ass. She squirmed a bit, but clearly enjoyed it, so he continued. He reached around her and hooked his fingers in the front pockets of her jeans, lightly massaging her groin through the material. Anne let her head fall back onto his shoulder as a taxi pulled up.

They jumped in and Thomas gave the taxi his address as Anne deftly undid his belt and pants, quietly pulling his dick out. Her piercing eyes darted between the eyes of the taxi driver in the rear view mirror and Thomas’s above her as she began to stroke his cock. His dick began to throb and grow with each stroke and leaned down into the seat and began to lick the tip.

After a moment of teasing him she slid his cock inside her mouth, her tongue continuing to dance over the tip, her hand still stroking his shaft. With one hand Thomas held onto the door of the car to balance himself and to stop himself from screaming. With the other he brushed her hair out of the way so that he could watch.

Thomas glanced around and saw that they were getting close to his apartment and tapped on her shoulder to get her to stop, although it was the last thing he wanted to do. He helped her refasten his pants and belt and took out his wallet to pay the taxi driver. As they pulled in, Anne hopped out and waited for Thomas to pay. The taxi driver gave him a knowing look and told him to not worry about the fare. Thomas thanked the man, but still tipped him.

They entered his building, Anne had to walk in front of him to hide his obvious erection, passed a number of other tenants that Thomas knew. They arrived at his door and as he placed the key into the lock, Anne’s lips kissing him on the neck, he remembered the state in which he left his apartment. He thought for a moment and pulled off his tie.

“Let’s get a little kinky,” he said to Anne as he wrapped his tie over her eyes. She giggled and agreed.

“Oh, I can get kinky if you want kinky,” Anne pinched Thomas’s nipples as he unlocked the door and pulled her inside, leading her passed the piles of trash. As they got close to the couch, Thomas reached down and grabbed a cushion off the ground. He threw it into its place and let Anne sit down on it.

He quickly grabbed the others and threw them onto the couch just as she laid down. Thomas walked back over and took off her sweater. He tossed it into the kitchen where it landed on a pile of pizza boxes, causing a few to fall.

“What was that?” Anne asked quietly in between quiet moans as Thomas kissed her neck and shoulders.

“Oh that? That was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Thomas pulled her top off, revealing the two pierced tits that he had seen not long before, but he now had the courage to know what to do with them. He leaned down and with one hand teased her nipple, with his tongue he leaned over and began to lick and suck at her other tit. Anne’s head rolled back, the blindfold still in place.

She reached down and tangled her fingers up in his hair as his tongue flicked at her nipple. His free hand traveled down her side to her waist where he took a moment to unfasten her pants. She wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her off the couch. Her arms reached around his neck and held to him as he walked past the kitchen, moving her sweater off the pile of trash and onto the stool that sat there.

Thomas carried her all the way through to his bedroom where he closed the door and turned off the lights so that she wouldn’t notice the mountains of the dirty clothes. He laid her down onto the bed, she released hold of him, and he whispered that she could take the blindfold off. He pulled at her pants and got them off. He placed them neatly at the foot of the bed, so they wouldn’t get mixed in with everything else on the floor.

Thomas was eager to get started and immediately began kissing her thighs, his fingernails drew lines in her legs and she grasped at the sheets on the bed in pleasure. He moved on to her pussy and began licking at it, his stubble tickling at her inner thighs. His tongue spread her lips and he began to flick her clit with his tongue now. She laid back and moaned louder, one hand releasing the sheet and grabbed the back of his head.

She gently forced him harder into herself, his licking became more intense and forceful, something she clearly enjoyed. After a few minutes he could feel her body shake and could see the goosebumps forming on her skin so he rose up and pulled off his clothes. As he did this he watched as she contorted in the bed, her moans of pleasure mixing in with his name. He couldn’t help but be transfixed by the way she said his name.

Once naked he laid back on top of her, dick in hand. He gently slid inside her and her back arched as she screamed his name. He continued slowly, allowing her to dictate the speed, her body slowly rocking and thrusting into his. He reached up with one hand and grabbed her behind the neck and held her head forward so that he could stare into her eyes.

She licked her lips and he leaned in, his body like a wave, each thrust causing a cascade of goosebumps down both of their bodies. Their lips collided again and they made out passionately, tongues lapping together as well. As they were locked together in this position Thomas could feel Anne quiver under him and he began to speed up the thrusts. Immediately he felt her body give out a large shake and he heard her sigh.

He pulled out and rolled onto his back. Anne slid over and lifted her head, allowing Thomas to slide his arm under her head. They laid like this for a moment, Thomas occasionally playing with her nipples, until Anne spoke up.

“So, I can head out, it’s getting late and I don’t want to intrude.” She made a move to stand up, but Thomas held her in place.

“Nonsense, I want you to stay.” He curled her up into a hug and they both fell asleep, satisfied and with smiles on their faces.

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Thomas woke up to find that his room was somehow different. He looked around the bedroom and instead of seeing the dirty clothes scattered around in piles, they had somehow managed to make their way into the dirty hamper that he hadn’t used in quite some time. His eyes darted faster now around the room, taking in everything else.

He could see into his living room and could see that there were no pizza boxes lying on the floor which he found to be pretty interesting. He laid in bed doing his best to remember cleaning the apartment, but he only had remembered the sex, nothing much at all after that.

He stood up cautiously, careful of the impending whiskey hangover and headache. Thomas walked through the door into the living room and saw that not only the pizza boxes, but the entire living room and kitchen had been picked up. Much more than he had done in the short time that he rushed to clean up the night before.