Thick and Thin (an atypical romance)

SIX

The taxi deposited Finn and I off at the Fairmont. I followed as he walked to the tower building. Through the lobby and to an empty elevator, Finn, the cello and I entered. He pushed the button for the twenty-third floor, and up we went.

“So, uh, you do this often?”

Finn’s eyes crinkled in humor and I couldn’t quell my inner smart ass. Mirrored recesses of the elevator’s interior reflected us a thousand times dressed in our finery. “What, go to a strange man’s hotel room? Nope, can’t say I do. But then again, I don’t get out much.” No reply awaited. Silence for the span of three floors. I wanted to ask about the cello, make small talk. “So how long have you played?” I nodded toward Finn’s silent partner.

“Uh… almost thirty years. Picked it up as a teenager, and played through college to pay my tuition. Quit playing weddings once I got my doctorate.”

“So that makes you how old?” I had him pegged at mid-thirties. Solidly ‘mature’ without much in the way of wrinkles or white hair. Already, his chin and cheeks started darkening with five-o clock shadow. But if he started playing as a teen, and had been playing for almost thirty years, that boosts his age considerably.

Finn smiled wide. “Well, I’m over eighteen.” Not sure what exactly he found amusing. I could tell he’s over the legal age for copulation… but my mind ever-eager for more facts relating to the man fate decided to entwine my life demanded random tidbits to hold me over for the time being.

“Har-dee-har-har. I’m twenty-seven.” I volunteered a specific number in hopes he would do the same.

Finn sucked in a breath. “Well, now you make me feel as though I’m a dirty old man at forty-four.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Dirty old man? That implies dirty thoughts. Oh, do share.” Doing the math, he was seventeen when I was born. Oh, old man indeed.

There’s a part of me rampant with pride I could make the dirty old man blush. “Well, yeah, there has been inappropriate thoughts running amok since I first saw you. Can’t really explain it better than that. Well, I mean I could, but I choose not to do so at this time. Suffice it to say, I like you, lady.”

I smiled up into his eyes. “Oh good. Because I’ve been lusting for you since you first wrapped your arm around me.” Could feel the blood rush to my chest and face as I confessed. “This whole evening has been something different than expected. Thank you. But not for saving my life, since you’re all touchy about that.”

He harrumphed. “Not touchy. Just have a severe aversion to witnessing death by vehicle impact.”

“Glad I could give you an outlet to avoid the trauma of Darwinism in action.”

With that, Finn let out a laugh as the elevator dinged and doors opened. He pulled out his wallet and removed a card key, sliding it in the lock attached to the only door in the small hallway. “I’m usually not this pretentious, so sorry about the room.”

As he opened the doorway, I entered not a room but a suite of rooms. Huge rooms. Warm walls, cream and burgundy furniture, wood tones. And large— the suite’s reception area seemed as large as my entire apartment. “Uh, where are we?”

“Penthouse.” The way he drawled out the word sent tingles up my spine.

“Wow.” Didn’t know what else to say. I couldn’t compare my modest hotel room to a place that could hold the entire floor of my apartment building.

“Excuse me, got to lock up the instrument.” Finn turned and went through a door. Heard a set of beeps then quiet, before another series of beeps. As Finn entered the living room of his suite, he said, “Evidently this is the only room with a safe large enough to accommodate a cello.”

Not sure why he felt the need to explain himself. I nodded and asked, “So, off we go?”

He smiled, and then looked to the side, “We can, or if you like, we can make use of the wet bar here.”

I smiled, because truth be told, I didn’t want to go out. I wanted Finn all to myself, and preferably in private— especially with that weird meeting between Mr. Musician and The Geezer Without A Clue. “Ooh, swanky. Got the fixings for a Rusty Nail?”

“A scotch girl? I like.”

“A Drambuie girl, thank you very much.” Felt the need to correct him, why, I don’t know.

But he didn’t walk to the bar taking up a corner of the room. Instead he walked in my direction, stopping when he stood directly in front of me. I hadn’t taken a seat despite the many choices of chairs, love seats and couches in the room, and instead stood underneath a chandelier, in the midst of rainbows from light through crystal. His proximity brought a series of intense feelings fighting a melee in my brain. Lust, attraction, adventure… then danger. I don’t know this guy. I’ve never been in a position of a one-night stand, and oh my god, I want this man’s taste on my lips.

Finn said, “Did you really have lustful thoughts when I bailed you out of harm’s way?” He reached out and wound a bit of my hair around his fingers. Did he think the rest of me would wrap around his finger so easily? Mere inches away, and that scent of his haunted my brain and assaulted my nose once again made me ache for his touch on my skin.

“Yes. Truth be told, those lustful thoughts haven’t gone away or diminished in the least. They’ve actually gotten stronger.” Much stronger the closer he was to me, the more he played with my hair, the more we made chit-chat instead of tearing each others clothes off in a raging torrent of lust.

Finn released my hair and then used his index finger to lightly stroke the necklace I wore. “Stronger? Glad it’s not just me.” His winsome smile made knots twist deep in my belly. His head leaned to the side a tiny bit. His lips parted and his bright blue eyes half-closed. “We don’t have to play bocce ball. If you’d like, we can have a night in… run amok in various ways, if you would prefer.”

“You’re asking if I’d rather play bocce ball or have you kiss me? By all means, kiss me. And don’t stop.” There, I got that out of my system.

The look in Finn’s eyes indicated he appreciated my forthright outburst. “I said run amok, not kiss… but if you’d like one…” His hand cupped my face and I sighed with relief. There’s something about his touch that makes me beg for more, especially when he punctuated it with the words, “I’m sure I can oblige.”

I whispered, half-afraid I’d break the spell binding us both if I spoke loudly, “I’d like that very much.” My heart raced, my mind spun, and a wave of need poured through my extremities. Need for him. More of his touch. More of everything. Cannot remember the last time I felt this alive.

And he answered my plea by caressing my lips with his, before darting his tongue out to taste my lower lip. I moaned into his mouth, a sound of primal need. Finn responded in the best way possible. Now, he held my face with both hands while his lips sought mine with a hungry need of his own. Electric tingles played havoc down my spine, lighting my skin afire with want. I felt alive, deliciously alive and excited to be in the presence of a man who seemed to amplify my desire in a way I had only read about in tawdry novels.

His hands left my face, tracing a wake of arousal as they skated down my neck, to my shoulders, down my arms to my fingers. Finn intertwined his fingers with mine before pulling me closer so every curve of my body rested against the hardness of his. I could feel his own arousal against my belly despite the layers of clothes separating us, and I rejoiced because passion and lust were things I missed. His lips left mine, only to kiss behind my ear, eliciting a shudder of utter of want, colored with a tinge of need. Kissing his way down my to cleavage, he inhaled the perfume I wore. A dab between my breasts sure had his interest. Threading my fingers into his thick hair, I had my eyes closed as he placed kisses on all my bared skin. Never have I found myself in the position of a fooling around with a guy I met only earlier that night. My inner hussy wanted out to play because something about this man made me crave him like a drowning man craves air.

“Do you want more?” He whispered before gently biting my earlobe. Electricity surged through me as a result.

“Oh yes!” I felt as though I could wither away into nothingness if he stopped nuzzling, caressing, kissing me. I reached out, pushing his formal jacket from broad shoulders. “I want much more tonight. I want you.” Then I punctuated my statement by tossing my purse onto a nearby royal blue wing back chair before sucking Finn’s lower lip into my mouth to caress with my tongue.

He shrugged off his jacket and I launched an all-out kiss-attack on him, not sated until I heard his breathy moan. Nibbling kisses along a strong jawline, I stopped when he pulled away for a moment to look at me and said, “You… you do that well.”

I smiled and replied, “The zipper on my dress is here,” and pointed to between my shoulder blades. “If you don’t mind, I want to get naked now.”

Finn obliged, unzipping the black dress and caressing the flesh revealed as it hung open. He stated, “Although you weren’t aware of it at the time, your thigh-highs were visible when you crossed the street when I first saw you. The breeze blew your skirt up just enough to tease. My dirty thoughts revolved around your thighs and stockings and those shoes of yours… then the expression on your face during the concert. Jesus woman, do you know what you do to me?” He grabbed my hand and put it on his pants fly, and I caressed the bulge underneath. “That is what you do to me.”

Stepping away, I pulled off my dress to stand before Finn, wearing my nude satin and black lace bra and panty set with the garter belt and stockings. My shoes and necklace, and nothing more. His sharp intake of air was my reward, in addition to him taking off his white vest and shirt. Lean and sinuous, his musculature made him seem like a statue of living flesh. Clad in nothing but his suit’s trousers and highly polished shoes, and I couldn’t resist kissing a line across his collar bone before nipping his neck and soothing it with a tongue bathing. He smelled of sandalwood and cedar and soap and man. Tried suppressing the shudder of desire I felt welling between my thighs.

“I guess it’s a good thing you get me all frisky if I give you a hard on… seems to make things egalitarian.” I said more breathlessly than I intended.

“I agree, seems fair. So my next question is would you care to migrate to one of the bedrooms or…?”

I pulled back a bit to look into his face. “I’m dying to see the bedroom here.”

He held my hand and led me through the penthouse, to double doors that opened to reveal a huge bed. I sat down at the foot of the bed and promptly sank into the deep duvet. Raised and foot and asked, “Should I leave the shoes on?” And giggled.

Finn licked his lips and said, “Yes. Absolutely. And if you could leave the garter belt and stockings on, too… that would be extraordinary.” His tone seemed reverent and I felt blood flood over every inch of me in a body-wide blush.

I patted a spot next to me. “There’s plenty of room over here.” Leaning back on my elbows, I watched Finn’s approach. He began unbuttoning his pants and kicking his shoes off. “But I’m going to need my purse. Hope you aren’t adverse to condoms.”

“I’m up, I’ll grab it.” He trotted from the bedroom and returned shortly with my clutch purse in one hand while the other hand held his pants up. “Not adverse to condoms at all.” He handed the black sequined clutch to me.

I opened it, pulled out a small drawstring bag and from that, removed a condom. “I have an IUD, but I don’t want to take any risks. I’m allergic to getting pregnant.” Seemed more tactful to take that approach than be all, You might have penis cooties. Besides, it was still a valid concern; the thought of pregnancy could put me in a state of panic. Edging the thoughts of fertility from my mind, I replaced them with the much sexier imaginings of kissing Finn again. I tucked the condom under a bolster pillow, so that when it came to crunch time, I knew exactly where it would be.

“I had a vasectomy a few years back, but even that’s not fool proof. Precautions are good things.” He sat next to me and pulled off his trousers, tossing them onto a nearby chair. Clad in black silk boxers, I swallowed a knot of desire lodged in my throat.

Couldn’t help licking my lower lip and asking him, “Kiss me?”

Eagerly, he sought my lips. The rasp of his stubble was like striking a match— friction resulting in burning heat— but for me, most of the sensation seemed centered in my pussy. I couldn’t resist, and thrust one of my hands into my panties to delve between my thighs. Total panty puddle. I cupped as much of my wetness I could. Finn noticed, and took that hand of mine and put it on his cock. I stroked him, lubricated with my pussy juice, and he kissed me hard. His hand sought my center, and he played me as skillfully as he did his cello. With a single finger, he traced my vulva and circled my clit but never deliberately touching the throbbing bit of me. With two fingers, he traced around my clit before delving briefly into my heated core. And then, he put two fingers in me before flicking my clit with his thumb. I ground my hips against his hand, fucking his fingers with the same fervor I wanted to fuck his cock. Length and girth, the cock gods had favored him; and I wanted him inside me, even if he couldn’t fit all the way.

“Please!” I begged him. “I want more.”

“What do you want?” He asked, his husky voice sinking deep into my brain while his thumb teased me.

“You!” I gasped, as he plunged another finger into me, spreading me wide.

“In a little bit. But first, I need you to take off those panties.” I started unsnapping the garters from the stockings. No way I could take off my underwear with them still attached. As soon as I had clearance, Finn pulled at the waistband of my panties and yanked them off. Then he helped reattach my garters to stockings. Done, he stood up, removed his boxers, and pulled my legs until my ass nearly dangled off the bedside. “But now I want to taste you.” He knelt down and buried his face between my thighs, eagerly seeking out the tender parts of me with his tongue. From my clit to my slit, he laved and licked. Just like before, I ground my hips against his face. In return, he sucked hard on my clit and I moaned. His hands crept up my torso, caressing their way to my breasts.

“Please!” I needed more than just his mouth. I needed him deep in me, throbbing in me. I needed to be one flesh with him. I reached for the pillow that covered the condom envelope. “Here. Now.” I thrust the condom into Finn’s hand.

This time he gave me what I wanted. He put the condom on, tossing the wrapper on the floor, before saying, “Scoot up the bed a bit, please.” Once I had done as he requested, he knelt between my legs, rubbing his cock against my clit. It wasn’t enough.

“More,” I begged once again.

He leaned down and kissed me as he slid into my heat with a vigorous thrust. I licked myself from his lips as he balanced on forearms above me, my legs wrapping around his waist, never letting him remove himself completely from my body. I tightened my ankles, and he thrust faster and harder into my willing body, all the while kissing me silly.

I felt hot all over, caught in a raging torrent of lust so intense I felt I could catch fire. Couldn’t hold back as I felt the fluttering deep inside me, the herald of my orgasm to come. Finn quickened his thrusting, pounding harder into my pussy. I arched my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, until the world around us burst. I gasped my completion into his mouth mid-kiss, and got a deep growl from him in return. His movements slowed before he pulled out and fell in a heap by my side.

Couldn’t help but tease him a little. “So, do this often?”

“What, have amazing sex with a hot chick? No, not often. Something like every ten years or so. Ready for that Rusty Nail?”

A broad smile smote my face in two. “Oh, I’m thinking I’m ready to be nailed… again.” I cringed. “It sounded better in my head.”

Finn laughed and grabbed me, before kissing me deeply. “I like the way your mind works. Nice to not be the only pervert in the room.”

I heaved a deep sigh. “Oh, alright. You can have my number. And email. Possibly Twitter.” Like hell I’d tell him he neatly captured my attention to such a degree I couldn’t believe that this evening panned out into a one night stand with a man I felt indelibly attracted. “But let’s hold off on Facebook, okay?”