It was 5pm the next day. You were already showered, and currently blowdrying your hair in your apartment. Your "dad rock" playlist played softly in the background.
Excitement filled your bones, the text you promised Simon had already been sent and he'd be there in less than two hours. It'd been a while since you'd met a man you actually found interesting, let alone went on a date with.
Eventually your hair was curled loosely and your soft makeup was finished, adding a touch of casual class. Since you weren't totally sure what the plan was you dressed in a light yellow dress that hung to your mid thigh, with a bow in the back, accentuating your figure.
As time skipped closer floral perfume filled your room, but even that couldn't hide your nervous excitement. As you were grabbing your purse the high-pitched ring of the doorbell sounded down the hall.
"Comin!" you called out.
6:55 pm, he was five minutes early.
Before opening the door you took a deep breath, desperate to calm your nerves.
As the door opened there Simon stood, dressed in blue jeans, brown boots, and a white button down. The shirt hugged his shoulders, and accented his biceps.
He held out the flowers he'd picked for you, "You look gorgeous." his voice was perfectly crisp, and warm.
With a bright smile you responded, "you look rather handsome yourself Simon," carefully grabbing the flowers you spoke again, "come inside! I'll put these in a vase with water before we go."
And he did, he waited patiently for you, watching your every move with the most un-denied admiration.
He opened the passenger side door of his car for you and held out his hand for you to climb in, "thank you." "you're welcome peaches."
When he got adjusted in the driver seat you ask him, "so is my name peaches for you?" He laughed softly, "among other things."
What the hell did that mean? You didn't know exactly, but you sure weren't mad about it.
"Among other things?" He nods. "Like what?" "What ever you want baby."
Hot damn, you thought. The way he spoke so easily, and the way you loved it even more.
"You're quite the flirt tonight." You said with a smile, in which he returned and replied, "I'll always be a flirt for you, just didn't do it while you were at work. Didn't wanna rile you up." "What makes you think you're gonna to rile me up?" "I see the way you're looking at me, the way you tighten your thighs together when I call you names, like you want me to rip that dress off you right now and fuck you until you can't see straight."
Everything paused, your heart started pounding in your ears, because that is exactly what you wanted..
"Maybe it is." He laughed again, "I know it is baby, but let me take you to dinner first at least." "What a gentleman." you tease, "I am, until you don't want me to be."
The conversation hung high with sexual tension and teasing glances at one another, as you pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He'd taken you out of town to an expensive Italian place.
"I've got a reservation for two, under the name Riley." Even that was sexy, everything he did, said, all of it, it was just... him, and he was constantly sexy.
The host led the two of you to a table, under dim, warm light.
The waiter came with a bottle of pink wine, a safe choice, and your favorite. When he poured the glasses and walked away you cocked a curious brow.
“Was this you?” You asked, referring to the wine. “It was, not a fan?” “A huge fan, actually.” “I know.” “What do you mean you know?” “I did my research.”
You took that into consideration, not fully understanding what that meant but enjoying it nonetheless. Time rolled by, he made you laugh like never before, you had a good drunk going for you, you'd both received your food, the night was going great.
Simon watched your every move, his eyes looking obsessive, and daring. You watched him watching you, and it turned you on to your core.
You ran a heeled foot up and down his leg, he gave you the look, and you confirmed it.
In the next five minutes he asked for the check, signed it, tipped, and the two of you practically ran out of the restaurant. You barely made it inside the car before Simon started kissing you senseless. His lips captured yours roughly, his hands meeting your ass. Soft moans escaped from your lips, as his lips worked their way down to you collarbone. Your hands found his hair, and intertwined the pieces in your fingers.
Fog coated the windows, he had you pulled on top of him now. His erection gnawing at the zipper of his pants. You rubbed your aching need over him.
"Is this what you want?" "Yes, please." "You're sure peaches?" "Yes Simon!"
At that moment he ripped your lace panties off and let his dick free from its prison. You gasped at his size as he carefully entered you.
He nipped at your neck, and grabbed your ass as you rode him slowly. His size alone could make you finish right now, but you couldn’t, you needed this to last.
His tongue parted your lips and slipped into your mouth as he groaned against your teeth.
The moment lasted forever, until a hot stream and a loud moan from both of you indicated the finish.
You rested your head on his chest, and his hands stayed on your hips until you were ready to move.
“Stay here gorgeous, I’ll be right back.” Still riding your sex high you nodded silently with a content look on your face.
A few minutes later Simon came back with napkins from the restaurant to clean you up.
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You were a waitress at a small diner named Patty's, which was located in a small southern town. You'd grown up there and had started working at the diner years ago, quickly becoming a customer favorite and loving all of your regulars.
It was another day, working a double at Patty's to afford your rent. But you didn't mind it at all. Your regulars came and went, sharing life stories, telling you how much they loved your southern drawl, even people who were traveling through town left with a smile when served by you.
"How's it going today?" Miss Angie asked you. She was an older woman, who basically ran the diner. She'd been there for at least a decade.
You sat at the breakfast bar, organizing your cash into neat piles. It was the slow point of the day, the lunch/ late breakfast rush had ended. "It's good Ang. I saw some of my regulars this morning, I love when they come in. How's it been for you?"
As Miss Angie began speaking her eyes darted towards the door, her mouth dropped open before she quickly closed it.
"Who is that?" She purred. You turned to look around your shoulder to see who on earth she was talking about.
A large man, broad shoulders, at least 6 foot, as handsome as could be stepped inside.
You quickly turned around before he saw you staring. Your cheeks burned a heated pink.
"Take a seat anywhere sugar, and she'll be right with you!" Angie called out. You shot her a glare. She'd been obsessed with trying to find you a man for years. You carefully placed your money in your pocket book, and slid off the bar stool.
"Hi there, how are you?" You said with a smile. The man looked up at you, the hardened look in his eyes softening a bit.
"I'm good love, and you?" A thick english accent coated his words, and you couldn't help but melt on the inside.
"I'm good! Thanks for askin', what can I do for you?" "I'll just do a coffee doll, black and.. what pie do you recommend?" A soft smile passed his lips, "Do you like peaches?" "I love peaches." "Then I'd definitely do our peach pie, it's our best seller!" "Alright then peaches.. That's what I'll do."
That same hot, pink crept onto your cheeks and you turned away to go grab his coffee. You'd never had this type of attraction to man, and suddenly you cared about how your wavy hair fell out of the loose ponytail you'd tied up this morning.
"So?! Is he just as nice as he is sexy?" Miss Angie whispered loudly. "Hush Ang!" you said with a laugh, through the same loud whisper. "You better tell me everything." You smiled and rolled your eyes as his coffee was finished being brewed.
"Here's your coffee sir, it's freshly brewed so be careful.. I'll be right back with your pie." "Take your time doll."
When you grabbed the pie slice Angie silently smirked at you while cleaning the counter.
"Here's your pie." You spoke kindly, and gently set it on the table. Before you could walk away he spoke, "are you busy?" You turned back with a softly raised brow, "Not really. you're my only table." He smiled softly, so soft it was almost nonexistent, but the way his eye crinkled so slightly told you differently. "You should sit.. And talk." His confidence wavered just a bit, like he was afraid you'd say no. but how could you, with a man that kind and a man that looked that good. "Sure.."
So you did, you sat down across from him, watched his sip his coffee and eat his pie slowly. "This is great." You smiled, "thank you.. I made it this morning." He paused mid bite, and looked up over his fork. "You made this?" You nodded with a smile. "You need a cookbook or something love, this is phenomenal." You laughed softly as he praised your pie.
As time passed, you two talked until closing. Neither of you realized the time until Angie started grabbing her keys. "You'll close up hun?" she called over with a knowing smirk. "Oh! Yes ma'am." The woman smiled and stepped out the door.
"You're closed?" "Yeah, I just have to do a few things before I lock up." "Let me help, it's the least I can do for taking up your time." He said the words in a tone that left no room for discussion, and it made your stomach tingle. A smile passed your lips, "There's rags and cleaner behind the counter, just wipe the tables down." "Yes ma'am."
That. That did something to you.
As you both wiped down tables, and cleaned the remained of the diner he kept stealing glances at you, at your hair, your face, your legs, anything he could. And damn did you do the same.
Finally you finished, and the two of you walked out together.
"You busy tomorrow?" "No.. Why?" "Put your number in my phone, send me your address and I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7pm." You smiled, "for what?" "I'm taking you out tomorrow night, I need to know what I'm getting myself into." Your cheeks returned that pink, heated feeling. "I'll see you tomorrow then." As you began walking to your car you turned quickly and called out, "wait what's your name?" "Simon, Simon Riley."
hi angels! it's koi, i did plan on making a spicy part two but i want to see how this one does first! so let me know if we'd like another. love you angels <3
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you walked down the dimly lit street, after your long shift at the job you don't hate but you don't love. you knew he was following you even though you couldn't see him. just the image of his shadow creeping behind you made the hair on your arms stand.
finally the front door of your apartment appeared. you fumbled with your keys lazily, desperate to take a shower and go to bed. realistically that probably wouldn't happen though... not with Simon so close behind.
the front door was locked, and the water streaming from the shower was hot, and ready. beige and gray colored work clothes slip onto the bathroom floor. the tension in your shoulders calmed as the water ran over your body. thoughts of the earlier day played through your mind, daring to be hushed.
as the thoughts proceeded the quiet click of the front door spiked your heart rate. you already knew who it was, you weren't afraid. it was like a game, a game that thrilled you in unnerving ways.
a warm towel held your body as you stepped out of the bathroom. steam swirled through the hallway mixing with the scent of vanilla.
"did you break my lock this time?" you ask, stepping into the living room.
Simon stood in the shadows of the dimly lit apartment. "not this time angel." finally he stepped out of the darkness that surrounded him. tall, handsome, and fucked up. just how you liked him.
"when are you going to stop playing this game with me Simon?" you ask casually, one hand on your hip, the other holding up the towel.
"when you stop enjoying it so much doll." a crooked, captivating smile played on his lips.
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hiii, this is like my second story i've ever written. i definitely want to do more lol
it was easy to sleep with simon. the quiet breaths that filled the dark room, his large arm wrapped around your waist, and the absolute safety you felt while laying against him. it was soft, and sweet — like pure honey.
when morning arrived, the early sun sifted through the blinds of your bedroom. he always woke before you, but today was different. usually he was getting ready for work, the smell of his shampoo and body wash drifting through the house. instead it was bacon, and eggs?
your eyes opened slowly at the feeling of the bed dipping as simon crawled over you. your eyes adjusted to the room and the quiet sun, soft kisses trailed from your chin to your neck.
“Breakfast s’in the kitchen for you lovie.” His voice grumbled as he spoke.
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