I'd almost thought I'd blown it with my smart remark to Blayne's oldest brother but the guy had been such a dick that I hadn't been able to keep my mouth shut. Fortunately, Mr. Westmore had seemed to appreciate the wit and the more I'd spoken with him and his wife, the more they'd seemed to like me. Well, I wasn't entirely sure they liked me, exactly, but the questions became more sincere and less like the poorly disguised jabs they had first sent my way. I hadn't taken any of it personally, not really. I'd gotten the impression that the things they were picking at weren't chosen from some sort of prejudice, but rather because they were the things about me they could choose. No matter who I was or where I was from, they would've found something to use against me. Besides, growing up as an orphan in the Czech Republic had given me plenty of practice dealing with insults, disguised or not.
I hadn't been entirely certain that things had gone as well as I'd thought until Blayne and I had been on our way home and he'd told me his father had said I'd impressed him. Blayne didn’t need to tell me that this was rare and didn't happen very often.
While Blayne and I hadn't done anything intimate at the event, not even joining other couples in dancing, there had been something between us. He hadn't done anything inappropriate, but there had been touching. Innocent enough, but I hadn't been able to shake the heat from his hand on my back. I told myself that I didn't want him and that he didn't want me. He was with Katka and that was fine with me because I knew they'd treat each other right. He wouldn't hurt my sister. And even if Katka did have a tendency to be a bit flippant with her relationships, she'd be careful with Blayne simply because she wouldn't want to mess things up for me. Those were the only things I should be worrying about. If anything, it made more sense for him to be with Katka than anyone else. The people Mr. Westmore had spying on us wouldn't be able to tell the difference between my sister and me. Infidelity would be harder to prove.
The logic of my reasoning, however, wasn't enough to keep me from having difficulty sleeping that night, nor was it enough to prevent me from worrying most of the next day. Blayne was out, I assumed with Katka, and I was alone in the apartment, trying to convince myself that things with Blayne were good now and that was all I wanted.
By later afternoon, I'd given up my attempt to work as a lost cause and was trying to figure out what I could do to distract myself. I couldn't stop thinking about Blayne and Katka. I told myself that I only cared because of what it would mean for me if Blayne got caught, but I had always considered myself a self-aware person. While I was concerned about what would happen to me if Mr. Westmore found out, that wasn't the true reason I cared so much. If anything, I was now reasonably sure I could convince Mr. Westmore of a nice settlement if Blayne and I divorced prior to the three year minimum.
That, more than anything else, was what prompted me to get dressed and leave the apartment. I didn't second guess myself or even think about what I was doing or going to do. If I did, I'd talk myself out of it. For once, I wanted to just do something without thinking about it, without weighing all of the pros and cons. My sister lived her entire life that way, acting without giving any true concern for the consequences. I wanted to have a single night of that freedom.
I didn't have a particular destination in mind, only that I wasn't going back to Frankie's. The kind of man I was looking for wouldn't be found there. Neither was the experience. I wasn't going to get drunk, but I would take the edge off before I followed through with what I hadn't been able to do before.
Before the night was over, I fully intended to fuck someone.
I picked one of the clubs I usually referred patrons to and got inside without a problem. I supposed my outfit had something to do with it. When I'd packed, I'd accidentally grabbed a couple of my sister’s items, including a sexy black dress I'd designed for her. It stopped mid-thigh and showed off the tops of my breasts. It was modest by club standards, but definitely more revealing than most things I owned. The only time I wore clothes like this was when I made them, and even then I tended to stick with the ones that showed less skin.
Tonight, however, I wanted to show skin because I planned on showing a lot more of it once I found the right guy.
I ordered a drink and scanned the crowd. A few guys were already checking me out, probably determining whether or not I was waiting for someone or if it was safe to come over. I waited, letting the alcohol make the world pleasantly fuzzy. Then I started to look back. A couple I dismissed immediately. They were already stumbling drunk, which meant they'd be a bad lay, if they could get it up at all. No, if I was going to do this, I wanted to make sure I picked someone who would get the job done.
And there he was. Tall, broad shoulders, and what I was certain was a fine specimen of a body beneath his clothes. The outfit wasn't expensive like Blayne's, but they were too pricey for some poor college kid. He had dark hair, but the lighting prevented me from seeing if it was brown or black. His eyes were dark too and held enough lust to tell me that getting this guy into bed wouldn’t be a problem.
I crooked my finger at him, motioning for him to come to me. He smiled as he made his way through the crowd and that solidified my decision. A guy who refused to make the move would've been too arrogant and wouldn’t let me set the rules. I didn't much care who the initiator was sexually, but he needed to be clear on how this was going to work. No strings attached, nothing kinky and I wasn't sticking around for anything extra.
“I'm Ty,” he said, leaning close enough that I could hear him.
I opened my mouth and started to give him my name, but changed my mind partway through and Americanized it. “Lizzie.”
“Can I get you another drink?” He moved even closer, until he was in my personal space. He wasn't touching me, but I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His aftershave was something rich and musky. Not what I'd want to smell all the time, but right now, it was exactly what I wanted.
I shook my head and put my lips against his ear. “I am not thirsty.” I flicked his earlobe with my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him swallow hard. “Let us dance.”
He nodded as I took his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't do this. I never did this. But, I thought as Ty put his hands on my waist, Katka did things like this all the time. All I had to do was behave how I knew she would behave.
That thought, along with the last of the alcohol working its way through my system, loosened me up enough to let my body move to the music. My hips swayed and when Ty pulled me closer, I let him. Our bodies pressed against each other and, if his movements here were any indication, he would pretty good moving other places too.
His lips brushed against mine and I turned my head slightly, kissing his jaw and then down to his neck. I didn't really feel like kissing tonight. Ty didn't seem to mind. In fact, considering the sound he made and his hands sliding around and down to grab my ass, he enjoyed it when I sucked on his earlobe just as much as he'd have liked a kiss.
“Your place?” I made it a question and a suggestion all in one.
Ten minutes later, we were walking into a nice, but fairly inexpensive apartment building. I wasn't about to ask what Ty did for a living since I didn't want him to think this was more than it was, but based on his appearance and our surroundings, he had a stable income. That was good. If he hadn't had money, I'd have worried he would get clingy. If he had money, he might think I was for sale.
I kept all of this to myself as we entered his apartment. He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and then looked at me. I could read his thoughts on his face. He was wondering if I wanted a drink, small talk, some wining and dining before we went any further. It was his lucky night.
I reached behind me and unzipped the dress. I kept my eyes on his face as he watched me slip it off and set it on the table. It would keep me from having to hunt for it later. I stepped out of my heels next. They were low enough that they didn't take much away from my height.
“No strings attached,” I said. “I do not wish to know your last name or exchange phone numbers. Good, safe sex is all I am after.”
He grinned. “That sounds good to me.” He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing as many muscles as I'd imagined would be there. He had a tattoo on his chest. Some initials. I didn't really care enough to look more closely. “Bedroom's this way.”
I waited until we were in the bedroom before taking off my bra and panties, carefully laying them on his dresser. When we were done, I didn't want to have to go searching in the dark for those either. By the time I turned to him, he was naked as well. His body was exactly what I'd expected it to be. As he ran his hand over his slowly stiffening cock, the motion drew my attention down and I gave him an appreciative look. He was on the larger side of average, which meant he'd reach all the right places if he knew how to use it. On that, my sister and I agreed. It was less about the size and more about the man it was attached to. Before I could stop myself, I wondered how Blayne would measure up to Ty.
“Like what you see?”
His words brought me back and I almost cringed at the cliché, but settled for an amused smile instead. I wasn't here because he was a brilliant conversationalist. “I am hoping you know how to use it.”
“Oh, I do.” He ran his gaze down my body and the heat in his eyes doubled. “You're gorgeous, Lizzie.”
I walked over to the bed and sat down. As I made my way up to the head of the bed, I kept my eyes on Ty. His hand was moving slowly, with firm strokes that had him fully erect before I'd settled on the pillows. I had a feeling there wouldn’t be much foreplay, but that was fine with me. In my opinion, all of that was great for relationships, but I just wanted a fuck.
I dropped one hand between my legs and put the other on my breast. He made a sound in the back of his throat as he watched my fingers begin their work. My nipple hardened as I rolled the sensitive flesh and I felt myself grow wet as the fingers rubbing my clit sent ripples of pleasure through me.
“You ready for this?”
Oh good, the clichés kept coming. It was a good thing he was hot and I was getting aroused. I slid a finger into my pussy, gently stretching myself as he rolled on a condom. At least I hadn't needed to remind him about that. I added a second finger and watched him climb onto the bed.
“Damn, you're beautiful.” He slid his hands up my legs and I shivered at the sensation, but not from the words. I'd heard them before.
At least his hands were nice. It had been too long since someone had touched me like that. I moved further down on the pillows and gave myself over to what I was feeling. Nothing personal or emotional involved. Just physical. His hands on my breasts. His mouth sucking on my nipples. His lips and tongue teased at my flesh, even as he positioned his cock at my entrance.
I moaned as he entered me. I hadn't had anything bigger than my fingers inside me for at least a couple years and I'd forgotten how good it felt. The hard flesh filling me, stretching me. He moved with a slow, steady pace, each stroke designed to rub against me with perfect friction.
But the pleasure I had been feeling started to fade rather than build. It didn't go away completely, but it wasn't enough to take my head out of things, to let me lose myself the way I needed to. I became aware of the little things. The sounds of traffic from outside. Neighbors arguing in the apartment below us. A slight, subtle squeaking of the bed every time Ty thrust into me. The weight of his body. The feel of sweat on our skin.
Yeah, I wasn't going anywhere with this. I mentally sighed. No need to make Ty suffer for it though. He was trying and he seemed like the kind of guy who would keep going until I got off too. It just wasn't going to happen. I hooked my ankles behind his knees and raised my hips to meet each stroke. I tightened my pussy around his cock, quickening my breathing and hoped he would assume I was coming. I didn't like deceiving him that way, but I also just wanted him to be done.
“I'm close,” he panted, the strain showing on his face.
“As am I,” I lied as I slid my hands down his back to his ass, squeezing it.
He came with a groan, burying his face against my neck. I moaned, putting a little catch in my voice that I hoped he'd interpret the right way. Or, I supposed… the wrong way.
Based on the grin he gave me, he had bought my act. Now all I had to do was wait a few minutes to make a pretend recovery from my fake orgasm and then I could get up and go without risking him knowing I'd lied. If I dressed quickly and caught a cab back to the apartment, I could probably still be in my room before Blayne got back. A hot bath and a good night's sleep might be able to accomplish what Ty couldn't. If I was still preoccupied tomorrow, I would have to come up with a better plan. Otherwise, this was going to be a long three years.
Chapter 6
Katka
I was glad that Blayne felt comfortable enough with me to tell me about taking my sister to the event at the library Friday night. I wasn't jealous of the admiring tone he used when he spoke of her and how she'd charmed his family. Not exactly anyway. The tightening of my stomach came from something that had nothing to do with sex or romance. I knew Blayne wanted me, that he was attracted to me sexually, but there was something in his voice when he talked about Livie. He liked her for more than her body. In fact, he never mentioned her body. Only how smart and poised she'd been.