( The next night )
A smile curled her scarlet red lips as Courtney checked her reflection, in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She was clad in a slinky and silk violet slip dress, which hugged her curves in all the right places. The bodice of the dress was cut low. Low enough to expose the tops of her ample breasts. The color was a great contrast to her honey colored skin. On her feet, she wore some black, three-inch, open-toed sandals. If looks could kill, any man that Courtney sauntered by would have a heart attack and drop dead. Oh, she was well aware of how hot she looked, and that was the reason why she'd picked this outfit.
She brought both of her hands up to her head, fluffing her hair a few times. Tonight was going to be amazing. She just knew it. There was no stopping her now. She was an insatiable feline and tonight, she was on the prowl. Turning away from the mirror, she stepped towards the ebony dresser that sat against the wall, just inside the door. She stole a glance in the round mirror that sat on top, checking her eye make-up. Reaching into her small black Louis Vutton purse, she fished out her mascara, applying a little more to her already long lashes. Once that was done, she reached back into her purse, pulling out her cell phone and noticing she had a new voicemail message. A part of her was expecting it to be Christian, but her hopes fell when it wasn't.
It was from Matt.
"Hey Courtney, it's Matt. Listen, I don't know what the hell happened last night, but we really gotta talk. Just give me a call whenever you get around to it, okay? See ya."
Courtney sighed wearily, flipping her celluar closed. As much as she felt partially guilty for the night before, she couldn't deal with this right now. She had things to do, and damn it, no one was going to keep her from doing them. Dropping her celluar back inside her purse, she slung it over her right shoulder, grabbed her keys off her dresser, and headed out of her house. The anticipation inside her grew stronger and stronger as she pulled onto the road, and headed towards her chosen destination. She found herself gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, as her heart pounded madly in her chest. Her foot pressed firmer against the accelerator, but not too much. She was impatient to get there, yes, but the last thing she wanted was to get stopped for a ticket.
Twenty minutes later, she was riding up in the elevator to the twelfth floor of the apartment building, but she wasn't even in the elevator for more than ten seconds when her celluar started ringing. She reached into her purse, pulling it out and checking the caller ID. Here we go again, she thought to herself, exuding a heavy sigh. Flipping it open, she placed it to her ear, trying to make herself sound as casual and friendly as possible. "Hi Matt."
"Yeah, hey. Uh, did you happen to get my voice mail by any chance?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I did. I would have answered, but I was in the shower."
"I left that message over an hour ago. Why didn't you call me back?"
Her brows furrowed incriminatingly, not liking the spiteful tone of his voice. "I'm sorry Matt, but I was busy."
"Busy doing what?"
"I told you, I was taking a shower. What did you think I was doing? It takes me more than a half hour to take a shower. A girl has to get dressed and dry her hair you know."
"Yeah, right. Look, we really need to talk."
"About what? You sound weird, Matt. What's going on?"
"You want to know what's going on? You haven't been returning my calls, and the only time you do call me is to cancel our dates. You know, if you're not going to be here, don't say you're going to be here. We hardly see each other anymore, and when we do, all we do is kiss. We don't even have sex. Look, if you don't want to be with me anymore, just say it, all right? I'm tired of playing games with you. I want to know, once and for all, where the hell you think this relationship is going. That way neither one of us will have to waste our time anymore."
Courtney's heart constricted in her chest, a huge amount of guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders. "I want to be with you, Matt. I really do. I know it might not seem like it right now, but we all have lives. I mean, I love you, but my whole world doesn't revolve around you, and as far as sex goes...that's kind of hard to explain."
"What? I'm not nearly as good as the guys you screwed back in high school? Well, I'm sorry I can't please you half as much as they could, but I don't go around screwing every girl in my class either."
She blinked back her astonishment, her brows furrowing inquisitively. "Where are you getting all this from?"
"Amy told me."
"She what?" Her stomach lurched, and for a moment, she thought she was going to be sick. Beads of sweat broke out at the nape of her neck, and her heart began to pound all over again. Only this time, it was out of panic rather than anticipation. She should have known Amy of all people would do this to her. She could be a major bitch at times, but to do something like this was just low. "Tell me. What exactly did she say?"
"Oh, nothing really. Just that you've slept with about four or five guys before me. Oh, and she mentioned something else. She told me you met another guy, and wouldn't you know it, his name just happened to be Christian."
Her eyes widened in horror. The sound of her pounding heart echoed in her ears, drowning out every other sound around her, including the ding of the elevator bell as it reached her chosen floor. She wavered on her heels for a moment as the lift came to a stop, and the doors parted to let her out. Slowly, she willed herself to move forward and stepped out of the elevator, just before the doors shut on her.
"Is that true?" Matt pressed. "Do you have feelings for my uncle?"
Courtney sighed wearily, placing her free hand on her hip. Okay, if Amy wanted a war, she was going to get it. She wanted to play hard ball, well she could play that game too. "No! I haven't even met your uncle, remember? Matt, she's lying. You can't believe anything she tells you. Okay, yes, I've had boyfriends in the past, but I wasn't a whore. Come on, you know how weird Amy's been acting lately. You even told me you thought she was on drugs, and after the way she acted yesterday, I really think she is. You can't trust anything she says right now."
Matt was quiet for a long moment, and for a minute, she feared he might have hung up on her. Then, at long last, he spoke. "So that fight you two had the other day...you didn't hit her, did you?"
"Well, yeah, I did hit her, but she was the one who hit me first. She got really defensive when I told her she was on drugs, and I told her she looked like a blonde bimbo now, but come on, even you had to agree that make over of hers was crazy. She's got some serious issues lately."
"Yeah, I guess she does."
"Come on, Matt. I love you. You know that I do. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you let me make up for last night, and basically these last few days?"
"Well, what exactly did you have in mind?"
"You'll just have to wait and see. Let's spend tomorrow night together, just the two of us. My dad will be working late. We can do what we did last time...and a whole lot more."
There was a pause from Matt's end before he spoke. "You really mean that?"
"Yes, with all my heart."
"Okay. I'll uh...I'll let you know."
"All right, bye baby."
"Bye."
Snapping her celluar closed, an allieviated sigh escaped her, her heart slowly but surely beginning to return to a normal and calm rate. She'd dodged a bullet with that one, but it wouldn't stop her from going about her plans for the night. If Amy wanted to play with fire, well, there was only one thing for Courtney to do. Fight fire with fire. Shoving her celluar back inside her purse, she squared her shoulders and strolled down the broad hallway. She stopped when she reached a door, the number on the wall beside it reading: 12b.
Giving her hair a much needed fluff, she found her heart picking up speed once again. Bringing her hand up, she rapped intently on the door. She could nearly contain her excitement. Not more than a minute later did the door open, and there he stood. The tall, dark, and handsome, Christian Troy.
He seemed rather surprised to see her standing there, which made this visit of hers all the more fun for her. A split second later, that surprised expression faded and a smug smile crossed his face. "Courtney. Well, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
A grin curled her lips. "Well, after the other night, I just couldn't stay away."
His smile stretched into a grin, his eyes trailing over her figure for a moment. "I had a feeling you couldn't." He opened the door wider, gesturing her inside. "By all means, come on in."
"Thank you." She crossed the threshold and stepped inside his dimly lit apartment. Soft electronica music -- which could have easily been mistaken for classical or jazz -- resonated throughout the space. The tune happened to be, "Nothing's Burning" by Télépopmusik.
"Can I offer you a drink?" He inquired, shutting the door behind her.
She stole a glance over her shoulder, "no, thanks. I'm good." To be honest, she was more hungry than she was thirsty, but her hunger wasn't for food. It was for something else, something more. Her eyes roamed around, surveying her surroundings. This guy clearly knew how to decorate, and the motif of the place clearly spoke volumes about him. "Nice digs. Compared to Amy's place, her apartment doesn't hold a candle to yours. I'm impressed." She perched herself on the back of his white couch, looking over at him with a smirk.
Christian strolled towards her, his eyes roaming over his living room before landing on her face. "What can I say? Being a widely successful, highly payed plastic surgeon certainly does have its perks."
She nodded her head. "It definitely does, but something tells me you'd still get more than your share of perks even if you weren't a plastic surgeon." Her eyes trailed over his figure. Tonight, he was clad in a black dress shirt and gray slacks. The first few buttons on his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the dark and stunted hairs on his chest beneath. "Looking as gorgeous as you do." Damn was he looking gorgeous that night.
A smirk stretched across his face, stepping closer to her until they were two feet apart. Once again, she noticed him sizing her up. "Well, gorgeous men tend to attract gorgeous women, such as yourself. A nearly flawless figure rarely goes unnoticed." His eyes roamed away from her face, admiring her ensemble as if she were a beautiful portrait hanging in a museum. "I'm assuming the reason you got all dressed-up tonight was for my benefit, and not someone elses." He met her gaze once again.
"Of course." Courtney crossed her right leg over her left, just before placing her right hand on her thigh, allowing it to slowly slide up and down it in a teasing fashion. She tilted her head to one side, a light laugh escaping her, "who else would I have gotten all dressed-up for?"
He sighed softly as he watched her hand slide along her thigh. Taking another step towards her, he covered the short distance between them until he was half a foot away from her. "I've always loved a woman who takes the initiative to please me."
"Oh I can please you. I can please you real good baby. Unfortunetly, it's been a long time since I've found a man who can please me." She lifted her chin and looked up at him, gazing deeply into his eyes. In turn, he gazed back into hers. "Do you think I'll ever find that man, Christian? A man with all the right moves? A man who knows exactly what a girl needs when it comes to sex?"
For a moment, all he did was stare at her, almost as if he were lost in a daydream. Suddenly, he leaned in, placing both of his hands on either side of her body, using the back of the couch for leverage. He held her gaze, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Definitely, and tonight happens to be your lucky night sweetheart, because he's right in front of you."
Courtney's heart pounded excitedly in her chest, beads of sweat breaking out between her breasts, and along the nape of her neck. It was his closeness that was making her temperature rise. She could feel his body heat radiating in her direction, and it felt good. She trembled slightly, taking in a shallow breath of oxygen. She brought one of her hands up, placing it against the nape of his neck. "Oh he is, is he?"
His lips curled into a smile. "Satisfaction guaranteed...or your money back."
She flashed him a smile. "Mmm, I think I might just take you up on that offer of yours." She averted her gaze downward, noticing the bulge that had formed in his pants.
"Well, better late than never."
She leaned in, her lips brushing lightly over the curve of his neck, and deeply breathing in the scent of him. A pungent and utterly manly aroma of cologne filled her nostrils. He smelled good, damn good. Her hand fell away from his neck as she pulled back. "You know, you never did tell me."
His brows arched expectantly. "Tell you what?"
Her lips twisted into a smirk. Taking his left hand in her right, she placed it on the heated flesh of her chest, right over her pounding heart. His hand flattened against her skin, the heel of his palm lingering over the tops of her breasts. He inhaled a deep breath as she moved his hand downward. Her eyes fell closed, feeling the warmth from his palm radiate down over her breasts, mid-section and belly. She stopped his hand when it came to rest over her crotch. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze, noticing the beads of sweat that had broken out at his temples and forehead, and the suddenly heavy manner in which he was breathing. "Do you like my dress?" She murmured.
Christian sighed softly. His opposite arm snaked out and wrapped around her waist, urging her towards him by the small of her back. Much in the same way he had grabbed her the night before. "Yes," he spoke softly, "but not half as much as I'd like what's underneath it, sweetheart."
At this point, her heart was hammering in her chest. A part of her hadn't expected him to grab her as quickly as he had, but it only made her want him even more. With his body pressed against hers, she could feel his errection brushing against the inside of her thigh. She took the hand that she'd placed onto her crotch a moment ago, slipping it beneath the bottom hem of her dress and under the waistband of her thong. She breathed a heavy sigh, her eyes falling shut at the feel of his warm flesh against her loins. Wrapping her opposite arm around his neck, she tilted her head up to whisper in his ear. "Do you like that?" She could see him watching her out of the corner of his eye, and feel his warm breath along the curve of her neck.
He pulled his head back until they met each other's gaze. Then, without warning, he pressed his lips firmly against hers, kissing her passionately. Wrapping both of her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer as she opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss. She moaned passionately against his lips. Her hands trailed down over his shoulders, finding the buttons that were still in tact on his shirt. She worked quickly in getting them unbuttoned. He broke the contact their lips had, beginning to kiss and suck hungrily at the skin along the curve of her neck. She tilted her head back and shut her eyes, moaning softly. His lips felt amazing upon her heated skin, more than she ever anticipated.
Suddenly, the track that was playing softly over Christian's unseen sound system changed, and began playing the song, "Hollywood On My Toothpaste" by the same artist, Télépopmusik. The tune was almost completely drowned out by the sound of her rapid heartbeat, and their heavy breathing.
Placing both of her hands on his shoulders, she forced him to back up a few inches -- which was a rather difficult task, considering he weighed twice as much as she did -- until she was on her feet. Her motion caused him to pull away from her, a bewildered expression crossing his face. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, as she slipped her fingers beneath the spaghetti straps of her dress, and allowed it to drop to the floor. A smug smile crossed his face, but she didn't give him the chance to speak. She was on top of him a split second later, both of her arms wrapping around his shoulders, and both her legs around his waist. She pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. "Take me Christian..." She murmured against his lips. "Right now."
He didn't need to be told twice, he was already moving swiftly towards his bedroom. One of his hands was cradling her butt, while the other was placed at the nape of her neck, his fingers slipping through her soft strands of hair. He moaned against her lips, turning his head and kissing the skin of her neck. She shut her eyes once again, her chin arching towards the ceiling. The two tumbled onto his bed. He nearly knocked the air out of her upon impact, considering how big of a man he was, but she quickly adjusted. He leaned down, kissing her just as firmly and passionately as he had before. Turning his head, he sucked hungrily at the skin of her neck before placing his lips upon the tops of her breasts, and sucking at the heated skin there. She could feel his hunger with each kiss. Damn was it amazing!
Courtney's back arched off of the mattress, her chin lifting towards the ceiling. A pleasurable moan escaped her lips. Beads of sweat broke out along her backside and the nape of her neck. He moaned softly, lifting his head up and meeting her gaze for a moment. Quickly, he rid himself of his shirt and tossed it aside. Courtney's chest heaved up and down as she watched him continue to get undressed, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants. It wouldn't be long now. Even in the dimly lit room, she could see his hard shaft bulging out of his underwear. Leaning in once again, he pressed his lips against the skin around her collarbone, attacking it with kisses. While he was doing that, his hands found their way to the waistband of her thong, nearly ripping it off in an urgency to rid her of it.
She exhaled sharply, feeling the skimpy piece of fabric glide down over her thighs. He took the liberty of spreading her legs apart and lowered his head, his tongue beginning to slide across her clit, in a series of ever-changing patterns. It felt as if he were writing the alphabet, but with his tongue. She was familiar with the routine because the last guy she'd been with -- before Matt that is -- had used it on her, but that guy was an amateur compared to Christian. Closing her eyes, she arched her back towards the ceiling, and moaned passionately. "Oh yeah baby..." She murmured.
"You like that, huh sweetheart?" Christian inquired, his voice muffled on account of his current position.
Courtney bit down on her bottom lip, her nails digging into the fabric of his comforter, "mmm, yeah. Oh yeah. Keep going baby. Keep going."
He seemed more than happy to fullfil her request, and kept going. He was half way through the alphabet when she felt as if she couldn't take anymore, and finally reached her orgasm. Lifting his chin, he brought himself back up the length of her body. He gazed down at her. She gazed back up at him, trying to catch her breath, and wondering what he was about to do next. Then, suddenly, he proceeded to slip his underwear off, and after sliding a condom onto his stiff shaft, he positioned himself on top of her.
This was it. It was going to happen. Just the way she wanted it to.
She placed her hands back on his shoulders, crying out the minute he plunged himself inside her. Her nails dug into the heated skin of his back as he aggressively began thrusting into her. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth and screaming out in pleasure with each pelvic thrust he payed her. Wrapping both her legs around his torso, she began to claw at his backside, deep enough that there would be marks left behind. Her walls tightened around his shaft, the muscles in her legs constricting in the process. Damn, she imagined Christian to be more experienced than Matt, but to be an animal in the sack? That was something entirely different, and without a doubt better than anything she'd had in the past. His moans were so passionate, they sounded almost like growls, but the sound only managed to make her even hornier.
Their bodies blazed hotter and hotter, each of them covered in sweat, and each of them breathing as heavily as the other. He dipped his chin and pressed his lips firmly against hers, his thrusts slowly beginning to grow less aggressive, but nevertheless, still rapid. She opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss, her body trembling against his own. Her tongue plunged inside his mouth, massaging his tongue with her own in a heated and wet french kiss. He moaned against her lips, breaking the contact a split second later and placing his lips to her neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin. She moaned audibly, her legs tightening around his torso as she felt her climax rising quickly to the surface. Feeling his tongue slide across the top of her breasts, she arched her back off the mattress, inhaling a shallow breath and moaning softly.
This was perfect. Everything about it was perfect. She'd waited so long to find a man who could please her, and now she'd found him. The one, the only, Christian Troy. So he might have had more than his share of women before her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she had him right now, and all to herself. There were no interruptions as there had been at Matt's house, and for crying out loud, she was on her way to a second orgasm. It was just too good to be true. She prayed it wasn't a dream.
Christian lifted his head from her chest, taking one of of her thighs in his hand, almost as if he were trying to get a better position as his thrusts turned aggressive once again. Both of them screamed with pleasure. Courtney's walls tightened once again around his shaft, feeling as though she were about to explode. She opened her eyes, lifting her head up from the pillow beneath it and leaning in to kiss his shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a familiar looking figure across his bedroom. She turned her head suddenly to see what it was, but nothing could have prepared her for who she saw.
There. Standing only ten feet away from Christian's bed, with a stone-cold look upon his face -- unlike anything she'd seen before -- was Matt.
She gasped, "Matt!"
"Matt?" Christian's brows furrowed in bewilderment, his thrusts beginning to slow. He stole a glance over his shoulder, his jaw going slack as he saw the young man standing there. "Matt!" He quickly pulled himself out of Courtney, pulled his underwear back on, and rolled off of her.
Matt looked between the two of them, his features remaining cold. He shook his head, a frustrated sigh escaping him. "I don't believe this." Before Courtney or Christian had a chance to formulate some kind of reply, he turned around and started towards the door.
Courtney and Christian exchanged a look before she jumped up from the bed, and dashed after him, leaving behind a dumbfounded looking Christian. "Matt! Wait! Matt!" She shouted, but he didn't bother turning around. In fact, he only ignored her pleas and continued walking. She stopped short half-way towards the door, realizing that she was stark naked. Retrieving her slip dress from the floor of Christian's living room, she swiftly pulled it back on and chased Matt out the door. However, a part of her already knew no amount of begging, pleading, or lying would save what she'd just lost.