The Sunday Arrangement (32 page)

“You know what I
haven’t been to see since I was a kid when my grandparents would take me? A
harvest festival. I want to go to one again.”

Pierce stopped
working. “You’re bringing this up because . . .”

“There’s a harvest
festival going on somewhere. Yesterday, after work, I stopped by the market to
get some dinner, and I heard people talk about it and how excited they were to
go to it this weekend. I want to check it out.”

“All right, then go.
I’ll stay here.”

I sighed. “It’s no
fun to go by myself.” I stood and walked over to him. I closed his laptop and pulled
him up from his chair. “You need some fun, too. We’ll both go home and change
and then we can meet at the festival.”

“Why do you want to change
clothes? We don’t even know where it’s being held.”

“You really want to walk
around Las Vegas in these business clothes? I did that once already. I don’t
plan on doing it again anytime soon. Your assistant can get the address for
us.” I pulled him toward the conference doors, not giving him a choice in the
matter.

He told his assistant
that we’d need the address for the harvest festival going on and that she
should text it to him.

“I’ll just pick you
up at your place in an hour,” he said as he got into his car.

At home I changed into
a T-shirt, a pair of jean shorts, old tennis shoes, and a baseball cap. I looked
nothing like my business self and that made me happy; hopefully no one would recognize
me.

Almost on the dot,
Pierce was there to pick me up. His attire was similar to mine, but instead of
a cap he was wearing sunglasses. “Better?” he asked. I smiled and nodded before
we made our way down to his car.

I felt like a little
kid as we pulled up to the festival. The air smelled of fried food. People bustled
around, and vendors sold various trinkets, stuffed animals, and artwork. Pierce
seemed hesitant to walk amongst such a huge crowd of people. I took his hand in
mine and led the way.

“What are you doing?”
he asked.

“There are so many
people here no one will recognize us. It doesn’t exactly scream ‘celebrity
affair.’ Besides, I’m just helping you through the crowd.”

He allowed me to
continue holding his hand as we looked at the different stands and tried some
of the grilled foods they offered, like corn and smoked meats. I went a little
crazy buying all the different food. I bought several paintings for my
apartment back home in New York and also some jewelry. Pierce bought a painting
and a necklace for his little sister, Natalie.

“Do you miss your
sister?” I asked as we took a break from walking to sit on a bench.

“Yeah, though I feel
more like her dad. I was seventeen when she was born, so it wasn’t like we
could bond playing with blocks. My father is too old and cynical to be a good
father to her, and my stepmother barely looks away from the mirror long enough
to say two words to her,” he said. He fiddled with an ocean-side print that
hung on the vendor’s table. “She’s been raised mostly by nannies, but when I’m
in town, I always make sure to help her with her homework and take her to do
kid things. She’s growing up too fast, and I don’t like it. If I had my way, I
would adopt her so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the parents she got
stuck with.”

“That’s sad. Well, if
you ever need someone who isn’t a nanny to watch her, I can think of some fun
places I can take her.”

He smiled. “I’m sure
she would like that.”

I looked around and noticed
that the sun was starting to set; we had spent half the day at the festival. “I
guess we should go home,” I said. “It looks like it’s getting late.”

He took my hand in
his. “Why don’t you come over to my place tonight? We can make tomorrow an all-day
affair. It will give us more time to play.”

My mind was telling
me no, that it wasn’t a good idea. Offers like that only made it hard for me to
refuse.

Instead, I smiled.
“Sure.”

We got back to his
place and watched a movie. We fell asleep together on his couch.

~*~*~*~

Several hours later,
I awoke to his soft lips meeting the skin of my neck, waking me from my
slumber. Slowly, I realized I wasn’t sleeping alone, nor was I in my bed. The
night before came back to me: the festival, coming back to his place, and
falling asleep while watching a movie. I leaned back into his warm body. His
arm around my waist held me tighter. I felt safe and warm, and soon I could feel
myself falling back to sleep. I didn’t know if hours or minutes passed, but
again I felt warm lips moving across my shoulder and down my arm. I moaned,
both from liking the sensations he was creating and having to wake up, but I
wasn’t angry about it. I turned over and opened my eyes to stare at his chest.
I moved my head up to look at his face.

“Good morning,” I
said.

“Morning. Did you
sleep okay?”

I rubbed my eyes.
“Yes, surprisingly better than I have in years.”

“Good. Are you
hungry? I have things to make breakfast here.”

“I’m not hungry right
now. You know how to cook?”

He laughed. “I don’t
have Lucas cook for me all the time, and as long as it doesn’t entail baking, I
can make basic things.”

As we lay there, I
remembered the reason I was here and what Kat had said about things I’d need to
do in order to keep it less messy. Should I talk to him about it, or should I
make up an excuse to have him leave the room long enough that I could use the
toilet and take a quick shower?

“What’s bothering
you?” he asked.

“What?”
How does
he know something is bothering me?

“You’re frowning, so
I’m assuming you’re thinking about something that is bothering you. Are you
having second thoughts about today?”

I shook my head. “I’m
thinking about today, but not about backing out.”

Sweetly, he took my
hand in his. “Well, tell me what you’re thinking and perhaps I can help you.”

“I was messaging an
old friend the other day, one who knows a lot about anal sex, and she gave me
advice on how to prepare for the actual act, so that it’s not . . . messy.” I
could feel my chest flush with heat. This was so embarrassing to talk about
with a man I was immensely attracted to.

He threw his head
back and laughed, which didn’t help my nerves one bit. “I’ve never had an issue
with it, and I’m not one of those guys who believe women only use the bathroom
to shower and put on makeup.”

I blushed. “I’ve
never talked to a guy about using the toilet before.”

“Well, my bathroom is
pretty much soundproof, and you are welcome to use anything in there. When it
comes to that part of the day, we can even shower together if you want to.”

“Okay.” Somehow he’d made
me feel less embarrassed about the whole thing. I was worried he’d make fun of
me. He was more mature than I gave him credit for.

~*~*~*~

Not long after I
prepared myself for my ass’s coming-out party, we were kissing. It seemed like
no matter what my week had been like or the confusion I felt about plotting with
Toby and Pierce, kissing Pierce always quieted my busy mind. His lips were so
gentle that I felt as if he was treating me like a virgin who had never been
kissed. I quickly deepened the kiss, not wanting him to treat me like a china
doll. It felt good just to kiss him and take the time to slowly touch him. I didn’t
think we’d ever kissed without it leading to us tearing off our clothes in a
matter of a few minutes. Perhaps he could sense that I wanted it romantic and
not animalistic.

My fingers played with
his hair and his hands held my waist closer to his. His fingers pushed up my
shirt slightly and rubbed against my skin there. I slowly moved my hands from
around his neck and slid them down his chest. Pushing my fingers under his
shirt, I allowed myself to explore his warm skin and lean muscles. It was amazing
how much detail the fingers could pick up when the eyes couldn’t see it. My
hands traveled around his sides to his back; we continued to kiss. His hands came
up to cup my face. For the first time since we started sleeping together, I felt
as if I’d connected with him on a different level. I couldn’t say he felt the
same, but there was a small part of me that hoped he did.

~*~*~*~

For a while after the
make-out session, Pierce went out to get us something to eat, which gave me
some time to myself to prepare more for later on.

I turned on the
shower and heard him walk through the front door. It was a few minutes before
he joined me under the shower’s lightly pulsating jets. I let the water run
over my head, wetting my hair before I looked at him. He had yet to get under
the water and his hair was still dry; he was watching me with a look in his eye
that I couldn’t place.

“What? Why are you
looking at me like that?” I asked. I seemed to have shaken him from whatever
thought he was lost in.

He shook his head and
stepped closer to me. “It’s nothing.” Reaching behind me he grabbed a bar of
soap. “Turn around.”

I gave him a long
look before I turned around. He moved my hair over my shoulder and used his
soaped-up hands to wash my back. His thumbs rubbed circles into my muscles; he knelt
on the shower floor and ran his hands down my sides and over my butt to my
thighs. He took his time rubbing the muscles in the back of my thighs, and I pressed
a hand on the wall and leaned into it. It all felt good, and I could feel my
nerves and my body relaxing. The trepidation I had been feeling all day finally
started to melt away. He massaged his way down both my legs before he had me
turn around. Taking more soap into his hands, he started at my ankles and
slowly worked his way up my legs to my thighs again. Even with high-paid
masseurs, I’d never felt as satisfied from a massage as I did now.

His face was close to
my pussy. I could feel his breath, cool against my wet skin. He spread my legs
farther apart and angled his head to lick at my clit. He used his thumbs to
spread my lips apart, which gave him better access to everything.

The warm water was hitting
my back and his tongue was working its magic to take me to new heights of
ecstasy. Soon I was coming, and he ran his soapy hands upward, over my sides
and breasts. He stood and kissed me gently, his hand cupping my face.

We got out of the shower
and dried off. I smiled at him. I had butterflies about what was going to
happen next, but I knew he would take care of me the right way; he had never
let me down before. He led me to his bedroom, and I moved to sit on his bed.

“Have you ever experimented
with touching yourself there?”

“Yes, a few days ago.
I liked it.”

He smiled. “Good.
Grab a pillow and lay down on your stomach for me.”

I did as he asked and
got one of the bigger pillows. He placed a bottle of lube next to me and then moved
behind me. I tensed, thinking he was going to go straight for it.

“Relax. We’re not at
that point yet.” He started by placing his hands on my lower back and massaging
it like he did in the shower. He gently rubbed my lower back and butt until I
was completely relaxed.

“If you keep doing
that, I’m going to fall asleep.”

He laughed. “I’m
done. Can you lean into your pillow and put your butt in the air for me
please?”

I moved my legs to do
as he asked. He crouched behind me so that his face was level with my butt. His
fingers grasped either side of my butt cheeks to spread them.

I let out a squeak as
I felt his tongue touch my asshole. I could feel myself turn red; he couldn’t see
my face, but I felt initially embarrassed. I’d never let anyone that close to
my ass before, and now he was licking it. As I got over my embarrassment, I realized
that it felt pretty good. His tongue was hot as it moved over me and the fact
that I’d never been touched there like that made it better. I started to moan
and pushed myself back into him. I could feel the pleasure start to build. I
never thought I could be brought to orgasm by someone doing this.

He stopped, however,
before I could reach orgasm. I heard the
pop
of the cap on the jelly
bottle and looked down between my legs. He was putting the jelly on his
fingers. I looked away but tensed when I felt the tip of his index finger
pushing against the hole.

“Relax—I’m not going
to hurt you, Lauren.”

I knew he wouldn’t, so
I let out a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing myself. He slowly pushed more
of his slick finger inside me. It was still an odd sensation, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

I could feel him curl
his finger inside me and a small moan escaped me. “Can I try putting in another
finger now?” he asked.

I tensed briefly but
then relaxed again. “Yeah.”

He pushed another
finger into me along with the first. It stretched me, and I grimaced as I tried
to get used to the new feeling. He still took it slow, curling his fingers over
and over inside me. Again I could feel the pleasure restart its climb. I moaned
louder and pushed myself into his hand. He stopped again and asked if he could add
a third finger. “Yes,” I said and waited for him to stretch me even farther with
this third finger. I wondered if this was what it would feel like when he put his
cock inside me. His slick fingers made my ass slick and before long I was moaning
again as the pleasure restarted its climb. I was so close to an orgasm now that
I could feel my body getting ready to release it.