DANIEL'S GIRL: ROMANCING AN OLDER MAN (25 page)

“I’m sure
your pocket can handle it.”

“I don’t
know now.
 
I’m no billionaire like Daniel
Crane.”

“He’s no
billionaire.”

“He’s
something.
 
I heard he’s got holdings in
companies as far away as Switzerland, and you know what that means.
 
Switzerland?
 
Swiss bank account?
 
He’s got
something.”

 
“What
ever
,” she said.
 
“We can go Dutch if you like,” she said,
hoping that such a comment would force Luke to change the subject.

“Not on your
life,” he said.
 
“A man who makes you pay
for a drink is a very sick man.”

Nikki
laughed.
 
“What is this?
 
Flatter Nikki day?”

“Yeah.
 
Why the hell not?
 
You got it going on like that ma’am, I cannot
tell a lie.
 
From the first moment I saw
you I wanted to. . . ”

“To what?”
Nikki asked, a smile still on her face.
 
She, like Luke, was in a playful mood.
 
Something about surviving, where the day after was so refreshing, where
she was still standing and still alive to talk about it, made her giddy.
 
“Go on, Luke.
 
And tell the truth.
 
From the
moment you first saw me you wanted to what?”

“To tap that
ass!
 
All right?
 
There, I said it.”

Nikki
laughed.
 
“You are so diplomatic.”

But Luke
turned serious, hoping he hadn’t gone too far.
 
“I’m kidding now.
 
I didn’t mean
to be disrespectful.”

“I know you
didn’t.
 
And you weren’t kidding
either.
 
You were just being honest,
which is always cool with me because I’ll take truth any day of the week.
 
A friendship can only thrive if truth is
there.
 
And you did say you wanted to be
my friend.”

Luke
smiled.
 
She almost seemed flirtatious,
which he didn’t quite know how to take.
 
“That’s right,” he said.

“But just to
be clear,” she said, “friends are all we’ll ever be.”

So much for
her flirtatiousness, Luke thought.
 
“Understood,” he said.

Nikki’s
glass of juice arrived, and she and Luke made a toast.
 
“To the victims,” he said, and Nikki quickly
concurred.

“You did
good, kid,” Luke said after gulping down half of his beer.
 
“The way you went into that war zone when
even the cops wouldn’t penetrate it said a lot about your courage.
 
You’ve got that crazy kind of courage that I
like.
 
It reminds me of me.
 
I mean, life is a risk anyway.
 
And when it’s your time to go it’s your time
to go.
 
So why be a tight ass?”

Nikki
nodded.
 
“That’s what I’m talking
about.
 
Like Avery.
 
You should have seen him, Luke.”

“The boy was
scared?”

“Oh, man,”
Nikki said and laughed.
 
“Your boy was
terrified.
 
He wouldn’t let me out of the
car at first.
 
He was so shaken.”

“And I’m
gonna tell everybody too.”

“Don’t you
dare!”

“Why the
hell not?
 
He think he’s the mack daddy
anyway, so why the hell not?
 
It’ll bring
his scared ass back down to earth a little.”

“Don’t do
it.
 
Most people aren’t like us,
Luke.
 
Most folks would do exactly as
Avery did and keep their behinds in the car.”

Luke nodded
and watched her sip from her glass of juice.
 
They did have a bond, he felt, a kind of devil may care attitude that
both of them have had to suppress.
 
He
suppressed his when he agreed to run a newspaper, and she, he believed,
suppressed hers when she agreed to hook up with the king of tight ass, Daniel
Crane.

“So,” he
asked, “how’s Mr. Crane taking all of this?”

“He’s upset
about it.”

“He blames
me of course.”

“There’s
nobody to blame.
 
We were doing what
journalists are supposed to do.
 
What I
hate about it is how I caused him to miss out.”

“You?
 
What did you do that was so wrong?”

“Nothing
wrong, but. . . ” Nikki thought it best not to discuss Daniel’s personal
business with Luke.
 
“Anyway, after work
I’m going to go to the grocery store, buy some food, go to his house, and
prepare him a meal to die for.
 
That’s
the least I can do for him.”

Luke wanted
so badly for it to be him she was preparing a meal for.
 
But he smiled anyway.
 
“Sounds great,” he said.

Nikki’s
Lexus pulled into the horseshoe driveway of Daniel’s lakefront home.
 
She got out, grabbed the grocery bag off of
the passenger seat, and made her way up the circular steps to the front
door.
 
She checked his mailbox, as she
usually did, and pulled out a stack of mail.
 
Then she swiped her keycard, pushed open the door, and walked on in.

She was torn
between two ideas.
 
Either preparing a
salmon and white-bean salad, or roasting a duck.
 
She was considering these two options while
she entered the home glancing through his mail.
 
Most of the letters were business related, but then there was a thick
letter from one female, and some sort of card from another female.
 
She used to be tempted to open such
letters.
 
She even used to bring them up
to Daniel.
 
But he would dismiss them as
letters from friends, and then would be upset with her for suggesting otherwise.
 
She knew now that she should not have allowed
him that kind of leverage over her, where just questioning his mail created
problems for them.
 
But she was so young
then, only twenty when they first started dating, and she had fallen so
completely in love with Daniel that she wasn’t about to do anything to rock the
boat.
 
Now that she knew better, it was
too late.
 
She didn’t feel she could give
a man a level of freedom and then try to take it away.
 
Besides, a man his age undoubtedly would have
a large network of friends.
 
And some of
them were undoubtedly female.
 
She paid attention,
but she didn’t overreact.

But as she
pushed the door closed with her hip, and proceeded to head further into the
house, she noticed another piece of mail on the floor.
 
This piece had apparently been slid under the
door because it barely made it inside.
 
And unlike the other mail, this piece was in a letter-sized manila
envelope.
 
And it was already open.

She placed
the rest of his mail on the side table in his foyer, and picked up the manila
envelope.
 
She proceeded to head for the
kitchen.
 
The envelope felt loose, as if
whatever was in there definitely wasn’t made of regular letter paper.
 
Since it was open, which was odd in and of
itself, she looked inside.
 
But when she
realized what she was actually looking at, her smile disappeared, her joy tumbled,
and her walk slowed until she could walk no further.
 
She stopped where she stood.
 

A little
over an hour after she arrived at her boyfriend’s home, her boyfriend arrived
home.
 
Daniel was pleased to see her
Lexus on his driveway, and he stepped out, with his suit coat off, and tossed
it over his shoulder.
 
He walked happily
toward his front door.

“Honey, I’m
home!” he said jokingly when he entered, as the smell of wonderful cooking met
his nostrils.

“I’m in the
kitchen!” Nikki yelled back.

Daniel sat
his briefcase and suit coat by the door and made his way to his gourmet
kitchen.
 
To his unbridled delight, Nikki
was at the stove stirring a big pot that contained an aroma that watered his
mouth.
 
And Nikki watered his mouth too,
from just the sight, as he walked toward her.
 
She wore one of his dress shirts that dropped down just above her knees,
this one a dark blue silk shirt, revealing her shapely legs and her little
brown bare feet.
 
He knew nothing else
was underneath, which pleased him mightily.

She glanced
back at him, as he began moving her way.
 
“I didn’t expect you this early,” she said.

“I didn’t
expect you at all,” he replied as he was upon her.
 
He placed his arms around her waist and
pressed the front of his body against the back of hers.

Nikki
frowned, but continued to stir.
 
“I hope
you aren’t disappointed,” she said.
   

“Disappointed
that you took the time out of your busy schedule to come over to my house and
cook dinner for me?
 
Yeah, that’s real
disappointing,” he said with a grand smile as he began to kiss her on the side
and back of her neck.
 
The longer he
kissed on her, the harder he pressed against her.
 
The harder he pressed against her, the bigger
his member became.
 
Then he turned her
face to the side, until his mouth could reach her lips, and kissed her with
passion and aggression.
 
As soon as he
tasted that sweet taste he knew so well, he immediately knew whatever she was
cooking was going to have to wait.

“We need to
talk, Daniel,” she managed to say.

“We will,”
he said, without slowing his passion one bit.
 
And when he lifted her shirt, revealing her naked ass, and pressed his
member into her crack, she knew, like he already knew, that all bets were off.

“We need to
talk,” she said again, although her eyes were getting heavy-lidded and her
entire body was already aroused.

“We’ll
talk,” he said, pressing into her harder and harder, and kissing her as if he
hadn’t had the pleasure in years.
 
“I
promise you, babe.
 
But not now.
 
I want to be with you right now.
 
I have to be with you right now.”
 
Then he said, “let’s go,” as he was moving
away from her.
 
“Now,” he added as he
glanced back at her.

She
understood the urgency of his now as he began hurrying out of the kitchen,
removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

Nikki
stirred her pot one more time, turned it down to simmer, and began washing her
hands.
 
They needed to talk first, and
whether he believed it or not, that was exactly what they were going to do.

She felt
this way, however, before she followed him.
 
When she walked out of the kitchen and saw him
in his living room, his pants and briefs down to his ankles, his shirt
completely off, sitting on the sofa with his fully aroused dick in his hand,
her body forced her to change her tune.
 
Because she suddenly had that sense of urgency too.
 
Everything else could wait.
 
She needed this too.

“Get naked,
honey,” he said as she approached him, and as soon as she lifted the shirt
completely off of her naked body, his member reacted with a remarkable lift of
stiffness.

“Get on and
ride me baby,” he said to her.
 
And after
many nights of getting it from him this way, she knew exactly what to do.

She faced
him as she saddled him, her legs bent and on either side of his thick
thighs.
 
He rested his penis against her ass
and began kissing her again.
 
She wrapped
her arms around his neck as his hands slipped into her folds and began
massaging her as he kissed her.
 
But when
his kisses moved downward, to her breasts, she leaned her head back to give him
fuller access.
 
She loved the way he did
her breasts.
 
And this time was no
exception.
 
He sucked until they were
swollen.
 
He massaged her pussy until it
was so wet that his fingers were saturated with her cum.

And then he
held his dick erect, lifted her ass, and then eased her down on his member
until there was nothing left out but his balls.

She laid her
head on his shoulder, and he wrapped her lovingly in his arms, as he lifted her
ass up and down on his shaft.
 
He looked
at her.
 
It was a super-tight passage and
he knew it was always initially painful for her when they did it this way.
 
But she bore it until the pain turned into
pleasure.
 
He always knew, by the sparkle
in the eyes, when that turn occurred.

She rode him
with the ease of somebody who knew what she was doing.
 
And his dick responded masterfully.
 
The urgency was still there, but there was no
longer any risk of premature ejaculation.
 
He wanted to savor this too badly.
 
So he did.
 
He fucked her long and
hard.
 
He fucked her in what became an
urgent ease.
 

He didn’t
rush it.
 
But he felt the urgency within
every inch of her warm insides.
 
And he
moved in and out of that warmth with such a heightened sense of arousal, that
he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop his gyrations any time soon.
 
She was still so tight, and he was still so
in love with how she made his penis feel, that he held onto her as if he was
holding onto a precious stone, as he fucked her.

Nikki felt
the intensity of their togetherness also, and her arousal matched his.
 
But she couldn’t stop the tears as they began
to flow.
 
Her body was being rocked by
the force of his sex, and his massive chest and massive arms had her so tight
in his embrace that she could barely breathe, but she still could not stop the
tears.
 
She kept her head on his shoulder
as he fucked her.
 
She always knew he
loved her, and cared deeply for her, but she always wondered if there were
others too.
 
Even her best friend Val,
who loved Daniel too, wasn’t fully convince that a man who looked like him
could be a one-woman man.
 
But Nikki
never had proof of any such assertions.
 
Not ever.

Until now.

“Oh, babe,”
Daniel couldn’t stop saying as he fucked her.
 
And his gyrations responded too.
 
His strokes began to turn manic, as he, now, started riding her.
 
Instead of lifting her ass up and down on his
rod, he was pounding his rod into her.
 
Thrashing his rod into her.
 
Nikki
held on, and could feel her vagina giving in, as he thrashed her.
 
And despite her pain, despite the tears, it
still happened for her.
 
She still came.
 
Her body still constricted and pulsated, as
he whipped her into a wonderfully erotic release.

And then he
was releasing.
 
His penis went from the
glistening moist of her wetness and his pre-cum, to the drenching of his own
release.
 
He laid into her as far as he
could go up in her, as his entire body clenched and the white milky-ness began
to flow inside of her.
 
But he kept
putting it on her, harder and harder, pounding her with a need that always
surprised even him.
 
He filled her up to
such an extent that he had her overflowing with his cum.
 
And then that same milky sweetness began to
stream outside of her completely saturated, and whiplashed, vagina.
  

He kept her
in his arms when he pushed in one last time, and finally stopped pounding her
altogether.
 
He closed his eyes.
 
He loved this woman in his arms.
 
He loved her with a feeling that sometimes
overwhelmed him.
 
And so many of his
friends had the audacity to believe that she didn’t deserve him.
 
When he knew it was the other way
around.
 
And he hoped, by the way he
treated her and loved her and cared for her, that she knew it too.