The Lies In The Love

Chapter Two- I Don't Like Being Dismissed

Callan



I was disappointed when Danielle dismissed me earlier. I don’t like being dismissed. I always manage to get what I want without fail. I was glad when she came outside when I was there. Danielle is my ideal type with her black hair, green eyes, stunning figure, and captivating smile. Her beauty is remarkable. I love that she appears both confident and feisty. While I prefer being dominant and in control, I’m open to seeing how things unfold. I can tell she wants me by the way she looks at me and how she reacts when I get close to her. By the end of the night, she will be mine. I’ll make it worth her while. She seems tense. A good f*****g will change that.

I trace my fingers along her thigh. “Tell me, Danielle, why are you stressed?”

As she trembles, the heat travels from her skin to my fingertips. When she looks at me, I can’t resist the temptation to kiss her painted red lips.

“Today was filled with stress at work, and to top it off, I had another terrible date tonight. I hate dating. I swear it gets worse and worse every time,” she groans.

“The solution is straightforward. Stop dating. f**k only, instead. It is easy to find someone to hook up with for one night without any strings or worries,” I reply.

I haven’t been in a relationship or dated recently, but that’s a story for later.

“After tonight, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m done with men, s*x, and dating.”

I place my hand on her thigh and ask, “Why would you consider giving up s*x? I can understand dating and relationships, but not sex.”

“Every time, it’s been one disappointment after another in relation to it all.”

It’s clear now why she’s feeling stressed and tense. It seems like a man hasn’t satisfied her for a while. There is nothing more disappointing than bad s*x. That’s something I don’t need to concern myself with. I excel in bed and couldn’t care less if that comes across as arrogant. I never leave a woman unsatisfied or dry.

“You shouldn’t give up on s*x because of that. Find someone who can provide the pleasure you desire. We don’t all perform poorly in bed. I am proud of my bedroom skills.”

“Trust me, I can. It’s been a while since a man made me orgasm. It has been years since I haven’t had to fake it. I don’t imply that all of you are bad, but the ones I’ve been with were.”

Her voice is filled with frustration. I can hear it.

“Damn, gorgeous, you need a proper lay with a man who knows what he is doing.”

Poor woman. I feel sorry for her. You’d expect men to put in more effort with a woman like her, considering she has plenty of options and can leave whenever she pleases.

“You think? Do you know anyone?” she laughs.

I wiggle my brows at her. “I could help you out with that.”

With a raised brow, she questions me, “Do you think you can? How do I know you aren’t all talk like the rest of them?”

If you want, I can prove it right here and now," I confidently respond.

“You could, uh? And how would you do that?” she challenges, staring intensely at me.

With a boisterous laugh, I exclaim, “Sweetness, you can’t even begin to imagine the things I can do. You could climb into my lap, and I could make you come right here and now. I am not shy.”

“Would you really engage in such behavior in public, with others present?” she gasps, her eyes widening and her thighs squeezing together.

I enjoy taking risks. It thrills me f*****g in public places. It amplifies the thrill of everything.

“Yes. I have done it before. You haven’t?”

“I don’t think I could,” she says, shaking her head.

“It isn’t for everyone, but if you are looking for something new and exciting, I am your guy.”

I trace my hand along her inner thigh, gradually moving upwards. I observe her response. She closes her eyes and moans. She is aroused.

“Even though you may doubt yourself, the idea is stirring up excitement in you. I can feel the heat coming from between your thighs, and your face is flushed, gorgeous,” I rasp, squeezing her thigh.

Her attention falls back on me. “Do you make a habit of hitting on women in such a manner after just meeting them?”

I nod, “Yes. There's no point in small talk or beating around the bush. I don’t date. I f**k, and if I am interested in someone, I make it obvious, especially after I work out, if they are interested in me, too, and you are. You want me.”

I wait for her to deny it. She stares at me, thinking of the best way to respond.

“Do you know what? I think you are exactly what I need tonight.”

Her answer surprised me, but I am pleased with it.

“Then take what you need, angel. I am yours to use.” I wink.

“So, you’re willing to offer yourself without any questions, huh? What if I am a psycho?”

A chuckle escapes me. “Are you?”

She shakes her head. “No, but you must see my point.”

“If we constantly questioned ourselves or felt uneasy, how would we ever form connections with others?”

“True. Will you make my night worth it, Callan?”

I subtly move nearer and slide my hand under her dress. She opens her legs, permitting me access. As I brush my fingers against her underwear, she lets out a loud gasp. She is already wet. I press my lips to hers in a rough kiss. Without hesitation, she kisses me back while moaning and gripping my shirt tightly. The kiss quickly turns passionate.

I trace my thumb over her throbbing c**t beneath the lace of her panties. She groans against my lips. If I am what she needs, I am okay with that. A one-night stand is my favorite thing. Have good s*x and then part ways without any further contact.

I part from the kiss and remove my hand from her panties. “Do you want to do this here or get out of here?”

“Here? Where would we do it here?” she laughs.

“How about the bathroom?” I propose.

She snickers and shakes her head. “No, let’s go back to mine. I stay close by.”

“Great plan, but I need to clarify one thing: this is a one-night thing. I don’t do anymore.”

I want to avoid giving her the wrong impression. It has happened before, many times.

“That’s okay with me. I told you, you are exactly what I need for tonight.”

We finish our drinks. I put my jacket on her shoulders, grasp her hand, and lead us out. She points me in the right direction to her place. She stays the opposite way from me. I live nearby as well, but I would prefer hers. I can leave rather than ask her to leave if we go to mine.