Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

Heads turn our way. I should have perhaps been a little quieter.

Aidan’s still staring at his menu, a sexy smile forming. “You’re welcome, Ivy.”

“Did you like my blowjob this morning? I need some feedback.”

He’s chuckling now, closing the menu to look back at me. “Fucking hell, Ivy, you’re an open book after a good orgasm.”

This time I do smile. I feel comfortable having this conversation with him. “I feel like if there is room for improvement, I want there to be open dialogue.”

“You’re receptive to criticism.”

“Us people at the bottom usually are. We take some seriously heavy swings.”

“I believe you.”

“So…?”

He stares at my mouth. “So, you sucked me like a vacuum, Ivy. My cock thanks you.”

I laugh. “You’re welcome, sir. Anything for your cock.”

He’s smiling back, looking almost speechless. “Fuck, Ivy, what have I unleashed?”

He has no idea. I would let him pound me right here, in this breakfast joint, in front of all these poor souls. Pound away, sir. Pound me until I can feel every inch of you in me, stretching me, owning me. Gah, I’m so horny, it’s making me fidget.

The waitress selfishly destroys my fantasy and approaches us. We order our food and by now Aidan is doing everything in his power to drive me crazy. He talks about every topic under the sun except fucking me.

Smooth, Aidan. Real fucking smooth.

I know he’s torturing me on purpose. This is Aidan we’re talking about. He’s brazen as fuck and loves talking about my pussy and his cock all in one sentence.

We eat and he’s practically talking to a wall. I’m looking back at him, staring at his mouth, wanting it back on my pussy. Why are we even out in public right now when we could be in his apartment and he could be fucking me? Not even the waffles are saving my mood right now.

“What do you think about what I’ve just said, Ivy?” Aidan asks, smirking at me because he knows what he’s doing.

“I haven’t been paying attention,” I tell him, sounding grumpy. “I don’t care about the weather, or what games are on tonight. I don’t even care about the news.  It could be World War 3 and I seriously don't give a shit. Why are we even here?”

“You said you wanted breakfast.”

“I was sleepy when I said that. In the future, Mr West, ignore sleepy Ivy. She knows nothing.”

“Where would you rather be right now?”

I have no shame, nor am I trying to play hard to get. I simply say, “I want to be in your bed, and I want your mouth back on my pussy.”

He’s grinning now. “Like right now, Ivy? Right this second?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think I know what my body wants, Mr West.”

He waves at the waitress to come to us, telling me, “Put your jacket back on.”

Oh, snap, this is really happening. He’s listening. My stomach grumbles. I lean over the table really quick before she arrives and say, “Perhaps pack the food. We can eat it in bed after you make me come.”

When he looks at me just then, I’m speechless because I recognize that look.

Mr West is falling into the abyss with me.

*

Music is softly playing in the bedroom. I’m sort of dancing to the beat like an idiot, dunking my waffles into the syrup while Aidan walks around the room naked (his dick is so big even after I’ve sucked him off), phone pressed to his ear. He’s talking business to someone. His face is relaxed. He looks happy, glancing at me periodically with the sexiest look on his face. It’s like a smolder mixed in with amusement. I must look ridiculous. I know this. I’m wearing one of his white generic tees with nothing else underneath. My hair is tied back because he wanted it out of the way of his blowjob. Unfortunately, he’d gripped the shit out of it, so it’s a messy bun now. I’ve seen myself in the mirror in passing to know my cheeks are flushed and I’ve got this dazed look in my eye, the kind you get when you’ve been to Mars – or, in this case, Aidan’s bed.

Yeah, life’s good right now.

“I’m certain about this, Steven,” he says. “Not pulling out, either.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I hear Steven say. “I really wish you’d think this through.”

“I’ve thought it through.”

“Aidan…” and then he continues to talk Aidan’s ear off. This Steven guy is really pushy and needs to relax. Aidan will get to the office when he gets to the office.

He disappears into the bathroom and shuts the door. Aidan’s voice grows firm, and I intentionally don’t try to eavesdrop. He’s closed the door because he doesn’t want me to hear, and he’s a tech guy, so maybe there’s some big secret coding world conspiracy I can’t be privy to (kidding).

Time to switch up the music.

Some Levitating by Dua Lips can’t go wrong. I’m just about to start the music when my phone rings. I pause mid-chew.

Mom.

Oh, God.

It’s happening. She’s found out, hasn’t she? Fuckity fuck.

Admittedly, it’s taken longer than I expected, but the time has come and I’m scared to answer. I stare at her name and wait for the phone call to go to voicemail. A minute later my phone buzzes with a text.

Mother T-REX: Pick up the phone, please, Ivy. I know you’re there. What grown adult doesn’t have their phone attached to their hip?

She calls again, and I just can’t respond. It goes to voicemail again.

Mother T-REX: Ivy, I am not playing around. Pick up the phone.

She calls a third time. I pick up.

“Hi, Mom,” I start.

“What happened?” She’s cutting straight to the point. “Tina just called me, said there’s trouble.”

Tina is Derek’s mother. He’s definitely told her then.

“I’m not living with Derek anymore,” I answer, feeling my chest tighten because talking to her gives me all kinds of anxiety. No matter how many years have passed since I lived with her, she