Tied Together by Z. B. Heller Page B

think of what tricks she was referring to, the elevator stopped at her floor. Nicole led us to the apartment while she rummaged in her purse for keys. She opened the door, pulled me in, and before I could even look at her apartment, she pushed me against the wall. She was everywhere: kissing, licking, and caressing me while I stood frozen in fear. She went for my belt buckle and had my pants unzipped in a matter of seconds. She dug into my boxer briefs and then paused. I looked down at my flaccid dick.
    Christ.
    “Is something wrong?” Nicole looked up at me like a puppy being left behind at the pound.
    “Uh, no. I just…”
    Say it. Say you don’t want her. You don’t want to be here.
    The words weren’t out of my mouth before she was down on her knees with my dick in her mouth. She sucked with zeal, moaning like a seasoned porn star.
    She popped me out of her mouth, still stroking me with her hand, and looked up at me with doe eyes.
    “Mmm, baby, you taste so good.” Words I’m sure she’d said to many men before me.
    I closed my eyes and silently prayed for something to happen.
    I want this. I want this.
    Only one image appeared in my head. Ryan: Ryan kissing me, holding me, and stroking me until I broke free. Ryan never judged me or lied to me. He never pretended to be anything he wasn’t and told the world to fuck off if they didn’t like it. He would help me and guide me to be the person who hid so deep inside me. I loved him, and I needed to be with him.
    Tears ran down my face. My heart wanted to burst into a thousand different pieces, but there was only one person able to piece them back together. And it wasn’t the person down on her knees in front of me.
    “Brandon, what’s wrong?” Nicole frowned at me in confusion.
    “Nicole, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She looked at my limp dick in her hand. I felt like such an asshole as I removed her hand and put myself back together in my pants.
    “Is it something I said? I mean, we can watch some porn or something to get you going?”
    I had to hand it to her for not relenting. “No, it’s not that.” I took a deep breath, knowing the next words were going to hurt. “I’m in love with someone else.”
    She dropped back on her knees. “Oh, I see.” I offered my hand to help her off the floor. She took it and stood. She smoothed out her dress. “Well, she’s one very lucky girl.”
    “Man,” I said. “He’s a very lucky man. And I hope you’re right and I can live up to the man he deserves me to be.”
    That left her speechless. But instead of taking the time to explain myself further, I opened the door and walked out. As the saying goes, when one door closes, another one opens. I hoped that the other door opening was a life with Ryan.

 

     
    I paced around the apartment like a lion in heat looking for another manly lion to fuck senseless. I clutched my phone in my hand so hard I thought the phone might break open. I sent Brandon a text this morning asking how his date went last night. I had several thoughts on what he would say.
    “She was so hot. I got her in the car, and we didn’t make it to the restaurant before I fucked her in the parking lot.” Or “Did you see the size of her titties?” And “We totally need to go back to the bar so I can pick up more chicks. Maybe we’ll make that a nightly thing.”
    Then I thought he’d say that the date went great, and he planned on asking her out again. “ We made out for a while and I hit third base. She’s totally shaved down there and I can’t wait to taste her essence. I plan on taking her to the Italian restaurant you and I really like and then maybe walk about Millennium Park. Hey, wasn’t that something you and I were supposed to do? Hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather do it with Nicole“.
    My final thoughts were: “It was amazing. Nicole is the girl of my dreams. We’re going to Vegas to elope and then I’m going to fuck her until she can no longer walk. But