13 - Anything You Need

I booked it to the salon before my date with Martin and got my sleeked back high ponytail with heavy make-up. I found the skimpiest dress I could stand that at least covered my butt and some five inch heels.

I was going to get myself in some trouble, I could tell. 

It wasn’t that Martin was unattractive, he was a nice looking guy, just far from my type. But hell, it seemed like my “type” wasn’t exactly worth pursuing. 

I had several new date requests and on the Uber to the club I took a couple dates. I was happy to see one was with Etienne again, for dinner. Eric also had requested me again, for dinner. 

I thought about the idea that could just have regulars, that seemed appealing. I would know what to expect at least. 

I mentally decided all these men and stories were going to get tricky and maybe I should start a spreadsheet.

Martin was waiting outside the club, to my relief because I wouldn’t be able to bypass the line without him. I got out of the car and as I made my way to Martin, his jaw hit the floor. 

“Damn baby, are you trying to kill me in that dress? I don’t think I’ll be able to behave myself,” he said, pulling me into him. 

His eyes were looking everywhere all at once since there was a lot of skin to take in and my girls were half way out.

“Let’s say I’ve had a rough week and I was hoping to let loose, if that’s okay,” I said, smiling. 

“Baby if you need to let loose, Martin is here for you, anything you need,” he said, reaching around my back and leading me to the door.

Martin took my hand and led me to the bar, staring at me like he was the luckiest guy on the planet. 

Was I just going to dirty dance with him? 

Surely I wasn’t going to sleep with him … right? 

Don’t be a whore, you idiot!

I might! You shut up!

I looked up at Martin, and he was still gazing at me as if I was the only woman in the room.

“So, what’ll you have gorgeous, wanna start with a couple shots?” 

He had a huge smile and looked so hopeful. Maybe I was still pissed, maybe he was growing on me? Maybe I did want a little rebound. 

“Let’s do it,” I said, punching his arm. 

He ordered four Cuervo shots and I had a tiny second of hesitation ... but it all went away after that second one went down. I was already warm and ready to move. He got us some mixed drinks and led me to his friends.

 “Yeah that’s it! You had some catching up to do anyhow!” 

One of the girls looked already trashed, but she looked happy. I wanted to be numb, I wanted to just forget what’s his name.  

We all got on the dance floor and Martin wasted no time pulling my back into him and grinding into me. It felt good to be touched, and I noticed he didn’t smell like cigarettes, so I was grateful for that. 

Three hours later and who knows how many drinks, I was about to fall over. 

“I have a car service outside Eve, can I take you home or … maybe we go to my place,” Martin whispered into my ear. 

I still had enough wits about me to decide and I said fuck it, I didn’t want to be alone. 

“I would love to go to your place,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

He beamed and I hooked my arm into his. 

“You kids have fun,” his brother said, smirking. 

We made out in the car and Martin was more than ready. He was practically bursting out of his pants and I sensed it was almost painful for him. 

He had a townhouse, and it was a complete bachelor pad just as you would expect. Basic colors, high end furniture but no real character. 

I kicked off my shoes and Martin threw his coat. He grabbed me and picked me up, setting me down on the kitchen counter. I giggled and started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands were all over me and desperately trying to figure out the zipper on my dress. 

I paused to help him and he moved on to my bra. I moved on to his pants and discovered he was commando and … he was unbelievably huge. 

He smirked at me and my eyes went wide. 

“It’ll fit baby, don’t worry,” he said, pulling me off the counter. 

He took my hand and led me upstairs, I was staring at his bare ass the whole way, not too bad. His bedroom had the same bachelor pad vibe and it was clear he’d never had a woman permanently live here. 

Martin came at me like a starved animal, picking me up and dropping me on the bed, but he remained standing. His huge erection was in my face and I started stroking him, and sucking him. His hands went into my hair and he used my ponytail to guide me. He began moaning and I moved with greater intensity. 

“Baby I’m not going to last long, you’ve been grinding on me for hours, I’m so close but I recover fast,” Martin said, breathless and moaning. 

I moaned loudly, causing a vibration in my mouth and he yanked my hair and head forward, hard enough that I couldn't push back against his hold. He shot his hot cum straight down my throat and his dick was shoved further down by his movement. I choked and tears started falling down my face. 

I don’t know how the hell he fully fit but that was too much and I began choking and spitting up his cum in reaction. 

“Oh damn baby I’m so sorry,” he said, running into the bathroom. 

He returned with a damp towel and he cleaned my face and hands with care. With all the booze in my stomach I was shocked that didn’t all come up. 

“Are you okay Eve? I’m so fucking sorry, I got carried away I didn’t mean to choke you, I’m so-” I cut him off, finally getting my breath. 

“I’m okay, I just … need a minute, I’m okay,” I said, falling back on the bed. 

Apparently Martin had a mini fridge in his bedroom, which actually cracked me up. He sat next to me on the bed with a bottle of water and I sat up, taking some sips as he held it. 

“I know I shouldn’t do that, I know I shouldn’t, I’m such an asshole,” he said, nervous. 

I was feeling better after the water and I knew he just got caught up in the moment. 

“If you want to go, I’ll get an Uber, I’m still too drunk to drive you,” he said, holding my face. 

I smiled at him, “if you really want to make it up to me...” 

I spread my legs and caressed my thigh. 

Have you no shame? 

No! At this particular moment, I don't!

I mean, I was sitting here naked except for my underwear. I was still desperate to quench my fire. He lit up and took a huge gulp of the water. I scooted up the bed so I was laying in the middle with my head on a pillow. 

He crawled up my body, licking and kissing it along the way. He gripped my panties and pulled them down quickly. His lips came back to my pussy, and he put a finger in me. He circled my clit and I moaned in response. I moved my hips along with his hand and he added another finger. 

“Hmm, yes, yes,” I moaned. 

My hands found his hair and he groaned, clearly happy. Martin was full on assaulting my pussy, licking and sucking and finger fucking me and I didn’t last long either. 

I arched my back into one of his thrusts and lost it, “yes, yes!” 

Martin didn’t stop and my orgasm lasted forever, it was so intense I was afraid I would pee on him. 

“Martin stop, stop babe,” I said, breathless. 

“Did I hurt you Eve, what’s wrong baby?” 

“No, no it’s … incredible. It’s actually too intense,” I said, panting and still holding his hair. 

He grinned, and sat up. He went to his nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. I started to tell him that I was on birth control but Martin was a self-admitted whore so I stopped myself. He was at full attention and I wondered how he found condoms in his size.

I woke up with a skull splitting headache. Martin was on the other side of the bed, turned away from me. I tiptoed to the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could, I was damn sore from that big boy.  I found some Tylenol in his cabinet and wandered over to his little fridge for a water. 

He didn’t stir the whole time and he was buck naked with no covers on, which made me laugh. I found my underwear and sat back on the bed, sipping my water. 

What the fuck was I doing? 

Was I just going to start sleeping around to get back at a guy who ghosted me without a second thought? 

A guy that wasn’t even mine to have, a guy that probably does that to different women on the regular? 

Fuck. 

I laid back down and closed my eyes, just as Martin turned over and put his arm around my belly with his head on my chest. He was kind of cute when he wasn’t trying to be Mr. Party Boy. 

“You all right babe,” he said, half asleep. 

I began to stroke his hair, “yes I just needed a drink. I’m going to have to get a move on though, I have a paper to work on.” 

That was somewhat true, I did have a paper but it wasn’t due until next week. I did want to do some research on it though and I’d been putting it off. 

He sat up on his elbow, “was it a guy? A date?” 

“What do you mean,” I asked. 

He traced around my belly, making me giggle a bit. 

“I’ve used a couple girls from the dating app, and I think some of them get in over their heads. They get around rich guys who throw their money around, their status and they start to think their relationships are more than they actually are … I had one cry and tell me she fell for a guy and gave him her virginity. Apparently she lied to Haven about being a virgin,” he said. 

Damn, Martin was a smart cookie. 

“I … I guess I did let myself get too attached to one, yes. I was stupid, but … I mean I know I’m crazy, he seriously led me on. I mean I even met his parents, he introduced as his girlfriend. I’m not a dumb, naive little girl, I just…” 

I didn’t realize a tear had fallen until he caught it with his thumb. 

“Hey I’ve been used for a lot worse than a rebound, but can I just say, he’s a complete fucking idiot Eve. You’re a beautiful, sweet girl, and you deserve someone who shows you that in private and public.” 

I hugged him and he turned us so I was laying on his chest. 

“If you’re such an expert on love, why are you a self-proclaimed man whore,” I asked laughing. 

He laughed with his whole body and it made me smile. 

“Women are crazy bitches, they’re all money hungry. You know the last real date I had, where it wasn’t from the app, we weren’t even through our appetizer and she was begging me to pay her Discover card off for her. It was $11k. Like she had no shame in just asking me, a total stranger to pay it. 

I figured if women just want money, why not be honest about it. I make a damn good living, I could live in a mansion or some shit, drive a bunch of sports cars. But I don’t. I’m smart with my money, I bought this place for cash, I don’t have any debt. I’ll be retired in ten years and hopefully on an island somewhere.” 

Damn, I need to set some goals like that and keep them.

Martin and I cuddled a bit longer before we got dressed and he drove me home. We actually made out a bit in the car but I broke it off once I saw the time. 

I needed to hit the registrar's office to pay on my account and they closed early on Fridays. 

“No pressure … and honestly I don’t expect anything but your company, but is it going to be weird if I ask you out on another date,” he asked. 

I thought about it and said, “is your brother still desperate to have you bring a ski date?” 

His eyes lit up, “are you kidding, don’t tease me like that. Would you really come? I don’t want you to miss out on dates, it’s a week trip. I can pay you under the table.” 

Hmmm, I thought. I had just wanted a free vacation. 

“Can you give me your number and we can text about it,” I asked. 

He smiled wide and took my phone, putting his number in. 

“I really gotta run, thanks Martin!” 

I kissed his cheek and he waved as I got out of the car and had my walk of shame in my way too short party dress.