Mimosa Avenue

3 (E)

And there she was again, standing infront of Mr. Rock-hard's house. Waiting for it to be time for her to knock on the black door. She was early yet again, it was a force of habit. One she wasnt going to break.

She had finally decided to stick with Mr. Rock-hard because there was no other word that described him better, the man was solid stone and when he got hard he was very, very hard. It took the girls a whole week to convince her that she would enjoy visiting her friend once again - friend being the wrong term in this situation, she didnt even know the guys name yet there she was- and although she finaly agreed to doing so she was proud to say she held out longer then she'd usually do.

With a reassuring nod Alice pushed her feet into advancing towards the door yet again and with a slightly shaky hand she banged her fist on it then stepped back and waited. The door swung open but the entrance was empty. There was no one to greet her and for a second she had thought about runing.

"Come on in, I have food on the stove in the kitchen and didn't want it to burn, how do you like your stake?" She was certain she had heard wrong, she didnt sing up for a date. It was a dip it and quit it thing.

A shoot the jiz and out you is job. Yet he was cooking her dinner? How was she supposed to react to this? "None for me, thanks."

Alice closed the door behind her and stood still by it waiting for Mr. Rock-hard to return. "Oh, I thought we could maybe get to know each other a little before we got down to business." His words drifted through the house and Alice knew she'd have to move towards him but decided if there was ever a moment to be stubborn it was that one.

"Straight to Business is how I like it, no need to charm your way into these pants." His laughter rang so loud she could feel it in her chest and when it ended she wanted it to start back up again. It was unapologetically sincere, it wasnt that fake laugh people gave. It felt right, it sounded amused. She could here the happiness in it which confused her.

"Its not about charming you, its about atleast knowing what name I should be calling out to when I let the all consuming pleasure pour out of me yet again."

His voice was getting closer, and she wanted to bolt badly. But she was here and the memory of two weeks ago was making her squirm in her spot. To have his hands on her body again had been a dream she wished would come true and it was finally a possibility.

"Call me what you please but let's skip the pleasantries and get to why I'm actually here." He appeared before her shirtless and with grey sweatpants loosely hugging his hips. He crossed his arm and leaned against the wall with a goofy smile on his face. Her eyes for some reason travelled down his chiseled body to his well built crotch, it should be illegal for man to wear sweatpants. How is it bad for a woman to have miniskirts, and fitted shirts or to show some cleavage but a man could walk in sweats all day and not get a ticket? Hot guys need to get tickets, lots of them, shame them for being so well built.

"You look beautiful, did you get all dolled up for me?" His eyes raked her body and his tongue poked out to wet his lips as if he was already savoring the flavor of her skin on them. "You know I wasnt really planing on actually getting down to business today but you look edible."

In a matter of seconds he had her pined to the wall his hands massaging her jean clad ass and his face dipped into her neck, teeth nipping at her skin, tongue liking and lips kissing his way up towards her ear where he stop for a minute and said "Your skin is so soft, you taste like vanilla." And then he was back attacking her neck.

He picked her up and slammed her back aggressively against the door thrusting his hip into her making his very hard cock teas her in the most pleasant of ways. Then he dropped her and stepped back. "But no matter how much I enjoy the taste of you, my momma raised me to finish my dinner before enjoying dessert. So how do you like your stake."  There was an accent kissing his words this time, as if the idea of having said dessert was one that tangled his tongue and made him loose control. He turned and began to walk away but spoke over his shoulder again. "Come on, let's relax for a minute."

If his chest and abs where heaven his back was hell and she blamed it and the small forplay for the way her feet wobbled under her as she made her way through the house behind the to hot to overlook man. "Medium rare, with a little bit of flirting if you please." The words fell out of her mouth with out second thought and she wanted to slap her self, stake with forplay, medium rare with flirting that was a nasty image but it seemed to not bother Mr. Rock-hard because he turned his head and winked at her as they made their way into the kitchen.

The smell that assaulted her senses was drool worthy but the sight of a shirtless man with low ridding sweatpants and perfect abs cooking what ever was giving such wonderful smell was a panty dampening sight. Alice sat on a kitchen stool and crossed her legs hoping to keep her ecxited part at ease for a little longer.

"So, I'll give you my name if you give me yours." His voice took a playfully tone but she wanted to keep the mystery alive and decided no name where needed. "Or you could tell me why you agreed to this game and I'll tell you why I accepted aswell." If she could only curse and walk out she would but she knew what would be waiting at the end of the conversation, a very wet very pleasant orgasm that she would ride wit her eyes closed and toes curled one that will hopefully keep her satisfied until he asked for her again or until she asked for him -if she ever got the nerve for such a thing- and they could repeat the process.

"I was fooled into it." Yeah great lie, she did feel like a fool though. She had been letting her friends pimp her out even though she had reservations about the whole situation. "The desicion was made for me, not that I regret it."

He chuckles while stirring something in a pot and then brought the spoon to his mouth, stuck his tongue out just a little and tilted his head up to drop some of its content into his mouth. Then he moaned at the flavor with his eyes closed and head still tilted up his adams apple bobbed and Alice could have sworn her ovaries exploted with the sudden need to give this man children.

"I was promised the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, shy, sweet and a little mouthy. I was also told that said woman would maybe give me a hard time, make me chase her if I got to invested and that maybe my heart would be broken by the end of the game because she would move on as if nothing had happened but the impact she made would be to much to ignore.

A warning, James said it had been but I couldnt turn it down when that's how he sold it. A chance to have my world turned upside down by someone who took almost 30 minutes to describe was an opportunity I couldn't refuse." He was leaning on his hands that where now resting on the counter, his eyes locked on hers, his words were spoken with passion as if he had a book to wright, one he was more than ecxited to begin.

"And I would like to say, she did not disappoint."

"Well let me inform you that I am neither of those." Who was I kidding I was all that if not a little less. If you took away the mouthy part he would have been right.

"I guess we'll have to see. Any allergies?" And just like that he got back to cooking and she watch him, in a daze her eyes followed all of his movement. Every inch he moved was erotic in a way, every time his eyes caught her she would stop breathing and when he brought a shrimp up to her lips he made sure to kiss her licking at her bottom lip and moaning as if he could taste it.

The sin of his ways was a flavor she was become addicted to, those lips and hands could do good but would drive her down a dangers path if she wasnt careful, if she didnt take a step back and away from him. But after getting a taste of fine cuisine she wasnt ready to go back to plain and boring.