LATCH (10 page)

Walking to the Metro Café, I’m anxious, my stomach is a ball of nerves, and I don’t know how to settle it. I haven’t heard back from Abby, but I’m following my gut. I have a feeling that she’ll show up, she won’t let me down.

My phone buzzes giving me hope it’s her, but it’s just another client, like the ten others that want to see me today. I’m not sure why there are so many on a Tuesday morning, or what’s going on, but it’s like all the ladies in New York are in heat all at once.

Walking into the Metro, I order Abby’s favorite salad and a pasta bowl for me. I’ve brought this to her house before, so I know just how she likes it, extra olives, and the dressing on the side. As the cashier hands me the red card with a large number on it, I look around for somewhere private to sit and decide on a table in the back corner of the restaurant where I can still see the front door.

Sitting down, I pop the card in the holder, slide it to the edge of the table and pull my phone out. It’s 4:02; she should be here any minute.

Nervously, I strum my fingers against the table. Sitting and waiting, the time ticks by slowly. I keep checking the door every time someone comes in, but it’s not her. A worker sets our food down, and staring at the empty seat across from me, I begin to worry for the first time that maybe she’s not going to show up.

Maybe it was naïve of me to think without a doubt that she’d meet me, but somehow I did. Then it happens, the moment that I have been dreading. My phone vibrates with a message from her,
Latch, I can’t…I’m really sorry.

The fuck she can’t. I dial her number. It rings a few times and then goes to voicemail.

Going into her text, I respond to the message,
We need to talk! Abby, I’m not fucking joking!

“Dammit,” I shout in anger and smack the bowls of food across the restaurant. Salad and pasta go flying, the marinara sauce hits the wall and slowly drips down, like the blood of my heart being torn from my chest.

This is why I have my fucking rules! Had I followed them and never gotten involved with her in the first damn place, none of this would have happened. All eyes are on me as I storm out of the Café. On a mission and angry, I’m not sure where I’m headed, but I let my feet take me where they want, plowing through the streets of New York hitting people with my shoulders if they get in the way.

Why? Why can’t she come, or call me, or text me back? Why won’t she give me the fucking time of day?

Nothing stops me as I barrel across intersections, not giving a shit if cars are coming. A cab honks and slams on its brakes and I dare someone to give me reason to fuck them up right now.

Finally I stop and am standing across the street from Abby’s condo. If she won’t come to me, then I’m going to her. I don’t give a shit if her husband is home; I need to tell her how I feel. There is no way that I am just going to let her go. Swiftly, I jog across the street, and just as I step foot on the sidewalk, everything around me halts. All of the people and cars are blurred out as I focus on the couple walking out of the condo.

It’s like my eyes are playing tricks on me as Abby and her husband emerge. He has a bag on his shoulder and his hand is on her lower back. There is a black car waiting for them and the driver opens the rear door. The paparazzi snap photos, but before they get inside, a few fans run up with some baseballs for him to sign. Intently, I watch the interaction, particularly Abby. She looks happy, smiling, as they talk to the fans, zoning out the mob of photographers. She even takes a picture of them with Darrell.

The fans leave and he ushers her into the car. I stand with the air knocked from my lungs, panting for my breath, bent over like a goddamn loser. “Hey, man, are you okay?” a guy asks me, walking by. He touches my shoulder and I swat his hand away standing all the way up.

“Sorry!” he responds and walks off.

I try to catch my breath, doing everything I can, but clearly Abby has made her decision. She has chosen to make things with her husband work, and as much as it hurts me, who am I to stop her or tell her not to do that? Just like she said in her note, it’s not fair for her to change me.

Turning my back on her place, everything that I once felt coming here fades. The adrenaline is gone, I’m empty.

Walking away, my phone rings and I answer it out of habit, zoned out and in a daze, I’m not even sure what I’m doing right now.

“Are you feeling better?” Scott asks me.

“Yeah, sorry I bailed.”

“Not a big deal. I mean, Tracy was devastated. But I know you’ll make it up to her.”

“Yeah, man, for sure.”

“Listen, I realize it’s last minute, but would you have time to swing by today? We’re available anytime. I just got a call that I need to leave the country on business for a few weeks, and if she has to wait that long…well, I don’t know what she’s going to do.”

As much as I don’t want to do anything right now but drink myself into oblivion, I know that working will keep me busy and is better than getting wasted. Maybe giving Tracy a good fucking will clear my mind and help me let go of Abby once and for all. “Yeah, I’m free now. Should I just come to your place?”

“That’d be great. Thanks, Latch!”

We hang up and I hail a cab. Hopping in the back, I tell him the cross streets for Scott and Tracy’s. On the drive, my eyes are locked on my phone and Abby’s text. Now it all makes sense. Why she pushed me away and asked for space. She’s reconciled with her husband.

And I sealed my own fate by not opening up to her when I had the chance. Had I told her how I really felt, and not let myself be scared of the consequences of my honesty, maybe things would have turned out differently. But instead, I indulged in the moment, thinking what we had was stronger than it was. Thinking we’d have tomorrow, but really tomorrow is never guaranteed and I know that best.

Walking up Scott and Tracy’s large round driveway, the gate automatically opens for me. And I hope this is just what I need to erase my mind, to numb the pain and release Abby, the way she’s let go of me.

Scott opens the door for me and shakes my hand. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. I promise I’ll make the pay worth your time,” he says.

“Of course. I owe you guys.” Walking into their lavish home with marble floors and dark interior, I can already hear Tracy moaning, probably playing with herself. Normally that would be the first step to a huge hard-on, but today the effect is underwhelming.

“She’s in the room. You want something to drink?” he asks.

“Yeah, anything strong that you’ve got would be great,” I tell him and walk down the hall. I can fuck her and get drunk all at the same time. Tracy’s noises get louder and louder the closer I get. Then she comes into sight and I stop, just watching her, letting go of all the shit going through my head so I can give her what they’re paying me for. Scott hands me a drink and I knock back whatever the fuck he’s poured in the glass, forcing my head into the zone. I can do this. This is what I am.

She’s lying on her back, touching her sex, rubbing her fingers over her clit as she watches a porno on the projector across the room.

I undress completely, loving the way her hard and perky tits shift as she rubs herself. “Playing with yourself without me?” I question her, catching her off guard.

“Latch!” she smiles and I hop up on the oversized black leather table, hovering over her. She looks surprised, like she had no idea that I was coming. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to fuck you real good. I missed you the other night,” I tell her as I lean down and swirl my tongue over her hard and erect nipple.

“Scott didn’t tell me,” she pants as I switch to the other one.

I finish sucking and drag my tongue down her chest and stomach, circling it around her navel and then going down farther ’til I’m close to her clit. “Should I leave?” I pull away from her body and ask, licking my lips, and she shouts, “No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t know.”

“Well, now you do.”

Scott must be in the room because I see her mouth the words “thank you” to him. I look at him as he sets another drink down for me and then takes a seat in his usual chair to watch us together.

The second that I touch her pussy, she moans in pleasure, throwing her head back. Slipping my tongue in her wet slit, I smile and close my eyes, pleasing her, like I have so many times. She threads her fingers into my hair, holding me close to her and spreads her legs wider. I move between them and wrap my hands under her thighs lifting her pussy to my face.

She coaches me on, pumping her hips, and I know that she’s already close to coming. Pulling away, I stop her from letting go and wipe my face on my shoulder, looking down at her as she lies breathlessly on the table. “You’re ready for me, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Suck me,” I order her, kneeling as she gets on all fours. She grins at me gripping my shaft and licks her lips. “I said suck my cock,” I demand more harshly. Slowly she wraps her warm lips around me and looks over at Scott. “Don’t look at him, look at me, you understand?” I ask her, staying firm in my response, knowing that he likes us to pretend he’s not in the room.

She nods and slides her mouth up and down on my cock. Looking down at her, I’m reminded of why I got into this business in the first place. Women are freaks. They like to be ordered around, to have their limits pushed, and that’s what I do best. And that’s exactly what I am going to do going forward. Fuck Abby! “Touch yourself.”

She’s quick to listen, still gripping my shaft at the base, as she works me. I take a hold of the back of her hair, shoving myself deep into her throat. Tracy doesn’t have a gag reflex, so I can fuck her mouth as forcefully as I want. She moans, holding her lips tightly around me and I take over, jerking myself at the same time as she sucks me so good, letting me barrel the skin of my shaft into her sweet goldmine.

With one hand on my cock and the other wrapped up in the back of her hair, we work together. I allow her to do this for a few minutes, watching how gorgeous she looks, and even with how into me she is I need more. “Faster!” she picks up speed and I skull fuck her, just like I’m about to do to her pussy, to keep my mind in the zone.

She takes my shaft as she bangs her own pussy, turning me on so much more the harder she works herself and I pull away, reminding myself that her husband is watching and I need to put on a show for him. He wants
me
to bang her pussy, not her. I need to be the one making the moves. She licks her lips out of breath and leans back on the table. As her thighs press against the back of it, I hold her body with one hand and slowly guide my fingers over her nipple, pinching it.

Scott walks up and hands me a pair of nipple clamps, I adjust them before clamping them down on her tits. She winces from the friction and then I cup her sex making eye contact with her, sinking two fingers into her pussy. She moans and I hear Scott’s pants unzip, he’s getting more and more into it.

As I work her pussy, her body goes limp from my fingers, and I lay her back on the table, sliding open a drawer on it that contains condoms and other toys.

She looks over at me as I roll a condom down my shaft and then show her two cock rings. She picks the red one, like she always does, and I stretch it, placing it over my cock. Everything is held so tightly, causing the blood to pump fiercely to the head of my dick.

Lifting her one leg, I hold on to it, but leave the other stretched along the table so Scott has a good view of me fucking her.

“Remember, I want you in my pussy.” I look at Scott to be sure and he nods in agreement. I’ve never fucked her pussy, only her ass, so this is a first for me. She wiggles as I slide myself into her tight little cunt. The second that I am inside of her, she tilts her head back and I take the chain of the nipple clamps between my teeth pulling up on it as I slide in and out of her. “Oh God,” she whimpers letting me tease her tits as I work her. My cock throbs, rubbing her insides. No wonder he’s never let me into her pussy. She’s as tight as a fucking virgin. I look over at Scott. He is watching my dick moving in and out of her and I drop the chain.

Taking two of my fingers, I rub them over her clit, pleasing her. Then as I pick up my pace, she screams out my name. “That’s it, let me hear you,” I growl and shove myself deeper into her, rubbing the cock ring against her clit.

She wails, pumping her hips with my movements. Her head hangs off the table and I move my fingers to her ass. Her tits bounce, chained together as I work her ass. Her noises are so loud and Scott clearly can’t take it. He walks up to her and sticks his dick into her mouth. She whines against his shaft, sucking him with so much aggression. He rips the clamps off and she arches off the table. Then he leans down and flicks them between his fingers causing her to go wild while I work both her pussy and ass.

“You like all your holes full, don’t you?” Scott asks her.

She mumbles something inaudible against his dick, whimpering from so much stimulation. Her pussy is constantly constricting. I put my head down, getting lost in her pussy, while Scott lets her just suck him, bracing his weight above her. Looking up at her throat as he fucks her, I can see his shaft going in and out of her.

My cock is numb from the cock ring and I’m ready to explode. It feels so good to be able to find my release again so easily. Any regrets I was holding on to regarding Abby, I’ve let go of. I knew getting crazy, pushing the limits would numb away the pain.

Clearly Tracy loves me inside of her as she’s still rocking her hips. Then, she pulls away from Scott and looks up at him. “Will you both fuck me?” she begs.

I stop moving, waiting for him to answer and he says, “Let me lie down, baby.”

I pull my cock from her and we hop off the table so he can, and then she climbs on top of him. Sliding his cock into her pussy, Scott doesn’t start to pump himself waiting until I can get lubed up and in her ass. Reaching into the same drawer that the condoms and cock rings are in, I take out the lube and then hop up on the table so I am kneeling behind her.

Squeezing a generous amount of lube on my fingers, I oil up my shaft and then spread some on her ass. She puckers it for me and I start by working my fingers deep inside of her.