Chapter Two: How It Went Down

 

Kyle

After I walked inside the club, I headed straight to the bar to get a drink. Work was very hectic today, so I needed something strong to calm down my nerves. Dressed in black pants, a white T-shirt, and white converse, I felt more relaxed and at ease, since now I wasn’t in one of my usual business attire. While walking up to the bar, I saw a girl wearing a black dress, drinking a white liquid in a shot glass. From the angle that I was standing, I could see the beauty that she possessed.

Walking up to her, I could sense that she was tense by the way she was drowning her drink down her throat. Gently tapping her on the shoulder, she turned towards me.

“Take time with the drink sweetheart. It seems you’re stressed out and by the way, you were coughing or should I say choking on your drink.” I said to her. “My name is Kyle,” I continued while holding out my hands for her to shake.

Looking at my hand, then back at me she responded. “My name is Nyla,” while taking my hand into hers.

 “So why a pretty lady like you here on a Saturday night drinking all by herself?” I asked while sitting down beside her.

 “I just came out to have a good night and get drunk and maybe get laid.” She replied. Was she insinuating something or was she trying to find out what type of guy I was or if I would actually show some kind of emotion to the words she just uttered? Giving her none, I replied while smiling, showing off my deep-set dimples.

“Well, nice to meet you, Nyla, I hope you don’t mind my company. So how old are you?”

“I'm twenty-four years old and you?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Do you come here often?” I asked inquisitively.

“No, it’s my first time here, I don’t go out much.”

 “I see, why not?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t want to discuss that right now, maybe the next time.”

“Are you saying that we might see each other again?”

“It all depends on how this night ends,” she replied while flashing me a sexy smile.

 “Dance with me?!” I asked her, but it came out more like a command. Without waiting for her to reply I took her drink and rested it on the table, then I took her hand and led her to the dance floor where Revolution by Diplo was playing. She was gyrating her body to the music and dancing on me slowly when she suddenly turned towards me. She was looking into my eyes before she leaned in. She is going to kiss me, I thought. I could feel my heart beating erratically, anticipating the feel of her lips on mine but it never came. She had hesitated and I wondered if she was having second thoughts. I was about to lean in and do what she was afraid to when I felt her soft lips crash into mine.

She was kissing me slowly and passionately.

I was taken aback because I never thought she would have the guts to do it so it had taken me a while before I kissed her back. I could tell that her body was in heat; by the way, her breath came out faster. Kissing her back, I poured all I could into it. Passion. Intensity. Fire. While I was kissing her, I could feel my cock rising slowly and getting harder by the minute.

“Did you come here alone?” I asked, after breaking away from the kiss.

Still panting from the kiss, she replied, “yes, I did.” I was happy when she uttered those words, for she was making me feel things that I haven’t felt in a long time. I know what you all are thinking; that I’m doing this based on what she said- that she wanted to get laid. In all honesty, I was not, it’s just that she was lighting a flame that hasn’t been burning inside me for a long time. It was making me crave intimacy with her.

“Come with me,” I demanded. “I'm going to take you back to my place so we can finish what we started.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her outside of the club and directed her straight to my car, where we got in and I drove her back to my place.

On the way there, I could feel my cock straining against my jeans begging to be free. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to stay calm with this uncomfortable feeling. Looking over towards her, I could see that she was nervous from the way her hand was shaking. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable nor did I want this to turn out to be a night that she would regret. I was about to stop the car when I saw her drew in a deep breath and placed her hands in her lap. Did she want to go through with this? I asked myself. She didn’t tell me to stop neither did she showed any more signs of nervousness, maybe she wanted this, I thought to myself.

 Reaching my home, I guided her to the front door before I led her up the stairs and into my bedroom. She was there standing in the doorway, her eyes widening while she took in the view of my room. If I wasn’t so horny, I would’ve given her a tour.

Seeing that she had enough of sightseeing, I dragged her closer to me and reclaimed her lips. Poking my tongue towards them, I demanded entry. Giving it to me, I roam my tongue once again inside her mouth getting acquainted with the sweet taste of it. Her lips tasted even better than they did before. Grabbing her head, I started fisting my hand through it while lifting her dress roughly.

Leaning down, I started to trail slow wet kisses from the nape of her neck down to her breast. I could smell her arousal in the air and it smelt heavenly. It had caused my member to twitch in my underwear. It was anticipating the feel of her hotbox gripping it. Drawing her to the edge of the bed, I lowered my mouth to her

Taking off my clothes and left only in my underwear, I could see her eyes roaming every inch of my body taking in the sight that was laid out in front of her. I could tell that she was pleased with what she saw because a small smile had made its way up on her thick luscious pink lips.

Getting rid of my underwear, I tossed them on the floor where both my clothes and hers lay. Stroking my hard shaft, I eased my way onto the bed where my huge frame was hovering over her. Looking down at her, she looked so small and vulnerable and so fucking horny. I couldn't waste any more time staring at her.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed out, while I slowly ease my way out of her and falling onto the bed.

“Mm,” she moaned out, “that was amazing. I haven't gotten good sex like that in a long time, you were amazing” she praised.

Smiling at myself, I felt pretty proud; I just did a job well done.

Drawing her closer towards me, I held her close to me while I stroke her hair. Couple of minutes had passed and I was about to ask for round two, but before I could, I heard soft snores coming from her and I knew she had fallen asleep. Kissing her on her shoulders, I too drifted off. Waking up, I saw that the side of the bed that she had slept on A couplewas now empty. I knew she hadn't left because I could smell bacon in the air and her clothes were now in the chair after I had flung them to the ground last night. Getting up, I went straight to the bathroom where I showered and brush my teeth. Getting dressed in sweat pants and a T-shirt, I headed straight for the kitchen.

She was there in front of the stove cooking eggs and bacon while dressed in my shirt.

Reaching for a bowl on the top shelf, I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under my shirt and I could see her smooth ass peeping out. I was tempted to put her on the counter and spread her wide open but my need for food was overpowering my need for sex. I was famished.

“Are you going to stand and stare or you're going to come and get something to eat?” She asked.

Standing there still, I knew I was busted; she knew I was eyeing her.

“I could feel your eyes drilling into me,” she said while chuckling slightly.

Smiling to myself, I drew out a chair and sat down around the table while she put a plate of food which consists of eggs, bacon, bread, and pancakes in front of me. “Eat up,” she said while smirking and winking.

Looking up at her, I replied innocently while smiling, “I plan to.”

Blushing a crimson red, she fixed herself a plate before she sat down and started eating with me.

“So, what do you do for a living?” She asked curiously.

“I'm the CEO of my own company Hernandez Management Companies and Enterprise and you?”

“Well, I am a hooker,” she said seriously causing me to choke on my food. Looking up at her to see if she was smiling to show that it was a joke, but there was none present.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, is there something wrong with me being a hooker?”

“Well, no, but I just had sex with you without protection and I don't know if you have any diseases,” I said, while my face was scrunched up.

“Well, I am a hooker and I always make sure the men I sleep with have on a condom, so I think I’m safe.”

I was silent for a while that if a pin dropped you could've heard it. What the hell did I get myself into, I just had sex with a hooker and I didn’t use protection. I was there mulling over the whole situation when I suddenly hear her laughing her ass off. With a confused face, I asked her “what's so funny?”

“You should've seen the look on your face, it was priceless,” she said while laughing. “I am not a hooker.”

“Oh, come on be serious, what do you do?”

“I'm a journalist, I write for one of New York's top sports magazines.”

“Okay, so what’s your full name and birthdate?”

“My full name is Nyla Angela Garcia and my birthday is May fifth. What’s yours?”

“Kyle Alexander Hernandez and December sixth. So, what's your story?” I asked inquisitively.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, last night at the club you told me you were single; did you just come out of a relationship?”

“Um, I rather not talk about it.”

“It's okay,” I replied disappointed. I wanted to know what had made her leave her boyfriend, I wanted to know what was his mistake so I wouldn’t make it. Last night she and I clicked sexually and if I am being honest with myself, I would say not just sexually but also emotionally. I wanted something with her since it’s been a while since I have been in one of my special relationships. I had finished eating breakfast by now, so I excused myself to go upstairs to get ready for work. Running up the steps, taking two at a time I went into my room where I put on my black suit pants, white dress shirt inside, and a black vest over it with my black shoes that complimented my outfit.

Going back down the stairs, I saw that she was washing up the dishes. Smiling to myself, I watched her, she was so perfect. A woman that could cook, clean, and have great sex, she was definitely a keeper. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my hands around her slim waist before telling her, “I have to go now because I have work, I hope when I come back home you will be here. Here's my card, call me if you need anything and also here’s a key to the house, if you're leaving you can lock up.  With that said, I kissed her on the cheek before I left.