Heart Of Stone (3 page)

“You know what this is?” Matthew asked gingerly.

“I drew it up myself.” Harold smiled. “I assure you it is most sincere.”

“Does she do this often?”

“A few a year.”

“What’s a few?”

“Three or four.”

“How many of how many will I be if I were to say yes?”

“As of tonight?”

Matthew nodded.

“One of two. Samuel Sinclair, the fashion guru is on the books until May.”

Matthew nodded. “I thought he was gay.”

“Oh don’t I wish.” Harold laughed lightly. Bringing a short chuckle from Matthew as well.

“And I’ll have to sign this?”

“Actually that’s just the rules, what you’ll be signing is a non-disclosure contract, stating that you will be discreet in your actions as they pertain to the rules and the relationship with Miss Stone.”

Matthew nodded. “Is she?” He pointed behind him into the apartment.

Harold nodded. “Kitchen, probably. It’s where the wine is.”

***

Donnella sat against the Kitchen Island, this was the part she hated. The waiting. The uncertainty of it all. It was always fifty-fifty. Like any relationship, It could go horribly wrong. But she had a feeling about this one. The way he’d looked at her, she liked that he wasn’t afraid to challenge her. It had been a long time since anyone had the balls to speak their mind to her, Harold notwithstanding. Her mother had always been honest. But she’d been gone nearly ten years, the aneurism coming out of nowhere. Her father although alive flew the country in his mourning, and only sent his regards at her birthdays and holidays. Leaving her to run the Stone Company since his departure, giving her his fifty three percent controlling interest. With that she had managed to build up the hotel, refurbish the Stone Tower, buy her gallery and now she was working with the Mayor and the governor on some city restoration projects. If all went well, and her forecasters said it was looking very good, The Stone Company would have one hell of a legacy. A far cry from its bootlegging, speakeasy roots.

She swirled her glass of brandy, not really drinking it, just enjoying the look and smell of it as it moved in the glass when the terrace door opened and Matthew stepped inside.

“Have you read it?”

He stared hard at her, his dark blue eyes illuminated by the fire she had started in the hearth. “I have some stipulations, if I am to agree to this.”

“Do you now?”

He walked to her, easily bridging the gap between them with just a few long strides. Placing the contract on the table he wrapped an arm around her, taking her brandy and gulping it down quickly. His lips were on hers in a deep and thickly sweet kiss, made hotter by the taste of the liquid still lingering on his tongue as it slid easily into her mouth. He lifted her with ease and she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles over his hips.

“Wait. Wait. Wait... What are you doing?’ She pushed him back, breathlessly. “The
contract
.”

“I don’t sign anything without a test drive first.” He smirked. “Bedroom? Unless you want to give Harold a show?”

She hopped down from the counter, grabbing him by the hand leading him down the hall.

***

I’m outta my mind…
Matthew couldn’t help but think to himself as he watched her rear sway in front of him. She opened the door, led him inside. The room was dark, but they managed to find the bed, he felt it shift as she crawled across it, flipping on a light on the nightstand. They sat upon a California King, which was dwarfed by the room. Again they had a terrace, but the curtains were drawn, there was a writing desk and some other furniture, that Matthew noticed on his glance about, before his eyes settled back on Donnella. She was still at the top of the bed, fishing through the nightstand.

“Ah ha!” She cooed. “Got one.” She held up a condom with pride.

Matthew had a half-cocked grin on his face. “Yeah. About that. “It’s not gonna fit. But I do carry my own.”

Donnella looked at him, her mouth hung open slightly. “I don’t believe you.”

“Come here.” He held out his hand and pulled her down the length of the bed to him. Kissing her once again, pulling her against him, she ran her hands down his chest, feeling the muscle underneath. Surprised by what felt like definition.

“What have you got under here?” She mumbled through kisses, pulling his button down up out of his pants, and loosening his tie.

He pulled back, as she unbuttoned his shirt. “Fuck me, you’ve got an eight pack?” She laughed. “Oh, and a happy trail…” She bent down licking his stomach starting just below the navel and running up to his chin. Biting him just a bit, making him let out a short little groan.

Seizing her by the hips he hauled her into his lap. He then snatched the clip from her hair setting the fiery curls free to cascade down her back. She arched upward as he pulled the shoulders further down on her dress revealing her black lace pushup bra, she pulled her hands out from the dresses confines and lay backward as she shimmied in his lap to get the dress the rest of the way off, leaving her on him in only the bra, matching G-string and heels.

“You still have way too much clothing on.” She moaned, as he cupped her breasts in his hands, finding the clasp in the front. With a twist of his fingers he released them from their hour’s long prison. She was pleased that although his demeanor screamed clumsy, here he seemed to have all the right moves.

“I’d say we’re about even.” With a grin he took her nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue along it, making her shiver, she reached up and grabbed him by the head. He lifted her with one arm and put her on to her back, his kisses making their way down her body.

“Oh, Good God.” Donnella moaned as his fingers kneaded her thighs, pushing her legs up and over his broad shoulders. His fingers slid just under the line of her panties and found her already getting slick. Her clit was beginning to warm and the swell was beautiful to him. Sliding her panties to one side he flicked his tongue gently at the sensitive spot. Donnella lifted up off the bed, her body bucking to meet his mouth, as he licked and sucked on her. She moaned deeply. His name rolling off her tongue as his fingers joined in. First just one, but then a second, curling upward his thumb applying pressure to her clit as he came back up to assault her breasts again. Her entire body seized, when he closed her legs on his hand, tightening the grip her insides had on him as he thrusted his fingers inside her. Her orgasm ripping through her, with tiny bursting quakes following as he slowly rocked her through it only to build her up once again.

“Oh, Fuck… fuck…” Donnella, panted, running her hand through her hair, pushing stray sweat soaked strands away from her face as Matthew kissed her once again.  “You need to fuck me. Like now, or I’m gonna lose my shit.”

“Romantic.” He laughed, burying his head in her shoulder, he kicked off his shoes, pulling away from her, as she lay sprawled on the bed, watching as he edged down the end of the bed and took off his pants. His hardon was impressive, he hadn’t been lying when he’d said the standard condom wouldn’t have fit him properly. She couldn’t resist it.

She crawled down the length of the bed as he pulled out the condom, she stopped him. “Just gimmie a few with this monster first…” Standing as he was with her sitting on the bed she was at the perfect height to slide his cock in her mouth, and slide she did. The circumcised head passed down and with the use of her hand she licked and sucked, having to be careful of her teeth as he was thick, filling her mouth easily. As she continued to suck she felt him begin to stiffen even more, not that she thought that could have been possible.

“Lay back.” Matthew pleaded suddenly, pulling back from her all too willing mouth. He breathed hard a moment or two, before slipping the condom on. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay.” Donnella bit her lip, pulling her knees up as he put himself between them. Slowly he slid his cock up and down the opening of her tender flesh, then he pushed slow, just going in barely, and she gasped.

“You okay?” He knew he was big, and really was trying not to hurt her. It was one of the reasons he’d not had very many partners that would actually have sex with him. Plenty of foreplay and heavy petting, but intercourse was reserved for special occasions. He wondered if Donnella would be like the rest of them.

“Yeah, go for it,” She grabbed him by the head kissing him, pulling him down and into her. She moaned loudly and he grunted, as he realized he was well inside her. “I’m tilted.”

He looked at her curiously.

“Bigger is better.”

***

Donnella sat on the edge of the bed watching as Matthew let Harold draw several vials of blood and take a urine sample. As per the agreement a standardized STD panel was to be run as Donnella preferred her sex spontaneous and condoms could not always be readily available, therefore all of her partners were regularly screened as was she. To prevent pregnancy she had an IUD placed four years prior and had it regularly checked for issues. So far there had been none. Matthew held the cotton ball to his forearm, and watched as Harold marked the proper labels to be shipped out to the lab.

“So that wasn’t so hard was it?” She asked as Matthew exhaled roughly.

“Just hate needles is all. But no that was alright.” He smiled sheepishly.

“So how do you feel about the arrangement? Is this something you think you can do?”

“You tell me? After all of that, is it something you want me to do?”

Donnella smiled from ear to ear. “Boy if you had another condom, and I had more time, you wouldn’t be asking me that. But as it stands I have meetings in the morning and need to get back to my apartment. You need to go home and pack up your things, if you want this. I will have a car bring you home, and pick you up for lunch tomorrow so we can finalize it.”

He stood up, fixing his shirt. “I think that we can do that.”

“Good, good.” She stood up, wincing slightly. “Whoa, boy. My legs are still shaky.” She laughed trying to put on her heels.

With a shake of his head, Matthew picked her up taking her heels in his hand, tossing his jacket over her middle. “Harold could you get the door and the elevator please?”

4

It was well past three in the morning when Matthew arrived back at the Westport apartment to find Raj and Janet asleep on the living room floor with Pepper the pit bull puppy between them. The puppy woke first, so happy to see him that she piddled on the floor slightly. With a short laugh Matthew took the Lysol and some paper towels and picked it up before taking her outside to finish the job. She wanted to play, but he was exhausted. He sat on the steps to their building and began to nod off when he heard Raj’s high pitched voice from on high.

“Looks like someone had a very good time! Come up here and tell us all about it!”

“Shh! Raj You’ll wake the neighborhood!” Matthew whispered loudly.

“Oh let them wake, looks like our Matty boy might have gotten some! Janet! Wake up you potty head!”

Matthew grabbed Pepper and took the stairs two at a time to make it into the apartment. “Seriously guys, shut it. I just wanna go to bed. I got a lot to do tomorrow.”

“Like what? Did she give you a job?”

“Something like that.” Matthew buried his face in a pillow from the couch. “I can’t really tell you.” He mumbled. “Not yet at least. Gimmie a couple days okay?”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Janet groaned rolling over on the couch, kicking Matthew in the thigh.

“That hurt.”

“So does not spilling the beans after all the trouble we went through, we live vicariously through you, don’cha know.”

“Alright, listen but you have to promise me not a word to anyone. Okay. I
mean
it. Not a single word. Or I swear I’ll never forgive you and I won’t try to take you with me.”

“You got it, babe. Besides who’s gonna believe an old crone like me?”

“Okay so there I was…”

***

Donnella sat at her desk chewing the inside of her cheek and the top of her pen cap simultaneously, as she stared out her windows. The fingers of her right hand twisted into a knot around the chord of the telephone turning white as the voice on the other side blathered on about flowers for the Mayors re-election party. It was on speaker, but she had yet to hang up the receiver.

“Aghem.” Harold pointed down as she sat back unaware of her actions.

“Yes, yes, listen so long as they are lilies and they smell pretty the Mayors wife will be pleased as punch. Okay. Just get it over with. I’ve got to go now. Buh-bye.” She hung up the phone. Putting the chewed up pen down.

“You seem elsewhere this morning. Should I get you another coffee, or should we be cutting your caffeine in half again?” Harold asked picking up the chewed pen with a disgusted little groan.

“What time is it?”

“Just after ten.”

“Uggh, this day is taking
forever
.” She spun in her chair. “What time did I set up lunch? At the Wyatt-Arms?”

“Twelve thirty open ended. But you have a dinner scheduled with Samuel Sinclair for nine.”

“Cancel that. I’ll be busy. Tell him I’m on the rag.”

“Sure thing. On… The… Rag…”

“What would I do without you, Harold?”

“Tell the truth once in the while?”

They both laughed until they were in tears.

“Time?”

“Ten eighteen.”

Donnella slammed her head on to her desk with a thud. “How did Mathew’s BC go? Any red flags I should be aware of?”

Harold skimmed through his tablet, nonchalantly. “Let’s see, Matthew Gerald Mayfield, twenty-six. Born to Mary Elizabeth Mayfield, father listed as unknown. Grew up in Milford Connecticut. Mother is still there, retired. Lives in a small house by the water. Mister Mayfield went to Yale law for two and a half years then switched before taking the bar to get a MA in Photography, on a partial, but still racked up some serious loans. Will be paying for those for the next decade or so. Works in sub-contracting for a New England based construction company to pay those bills, while trying to paint and sell his photos. Been living with a roommate, in a two bedroom flat in Westport Connecticut, a one Janet Willowsong for the last two years. Not much on her, save to say she keeps two menial jobs. One as a waitress and the other at a tattoo parlor as a part time artist. A couple of hippie parents who stay out of trouble. Mister Mayfield appears to be on the up and up. And you seem to like him, which is a plus for him.”

Donnella smirked, twisting in her chair. “I can’t wait until twelve thirty.”

***

At eleven sharp the Stretch Lincoln Towncar pulled up in front of Matthew’s apartment building and ran idle. Within moments he was down the stairs and meeting the driver at the door.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” He signaled good bye to Janet and Raj who watched from the living room window and waved as the car took off toward the highway.

“So if I’m going to be seeing more of you guys I should probably get your names…” Matthew tried futile chit chat. It didn’t seem to work. They put up the partition, separating him from them. “Cold room.”

***

Donnella waited patiently outside of the Wyatt-Arms the chill in the air keeping her luke warm, as her thoughts all day continued to sail back to the previous night and make her steam at the thought of the things Matthew had done to her with his hands.

Artist’s hands.
She mused. “Truly.” Her heart thumped as the Towncar pulled up. She wrapped her wool jacket around herself tighter, trying to block the wind from going up her pencil skirt, she was already aroused and the chill was not doing her any favors.

Matthew stepped out of the car wearing a pair of fitted black jeans and another button down shirt, with that gorgeous Armani Jacket. His Chocolate brown hair was slicked back and slightly spiked. The looked topped off by those terrible horned rimmed glasses that broke at his brow line, hiding his eyes. Donnella frowned at them. No matter they could come off, and they would.

She grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into the hotel, drawing up the side of her jacket, she shoved him into an elevator, and pulled him down to her for a kiss.

“I’ve had you and those hands of yours on my mind all day.” She grinned, putting his hands on her breasts, making him squeeze them.

“Have you now.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around her, nuzzling into her neck, “I’ve been thinking about that tight little girl of yours all day, too.” He swiped under her skirt with his fingers pressing upward firmly, making her moan into his chest. “But we have things to chat about first, don’t we?”

“I know, you have
stipulations
…” She bounced her head off of his chest, as the elevator opened, she looked up. “This is us. I booked the Roosevelt Suite for the afternoon so we could have lunch, and perhaps some dessert. Preferably in the reverse order.”

“Talk first, then if you still want me to fuck you senseless, I’ll be happy to oblige.”

“Promise?”

He nodded squeezing her bottom as they entered the suite. To the left it was decorated with winged chairs, and ornate furniture in crimson, browns and golds. On the far wall floor to ceiling windows were covered with sheer curtains which were drawn back to let the afternoon light bathe the living room like area. Off to the right was a four poster bed with fresh clean linens and thick plump pillows, which matched the furniture with paisley designs in gold and brown. He avoided the bed, knowing full well what that would ultimately lead them to, instead he headed for the chairs that sat opposite a small table set for a meal by the balcony that looked down into Battery Park. Given the choice he would have preferred they had taken a stroll through the park, damn the cold. The vendors had an array of foods and the coffee at the little café was perfect on a chilly day. He wondered if it was something she ever did. Simply strolled through the park, on a sunny day. He would have to find out.

Sitting down, Matthew watched as she eyed him, with a smirk.

“Down to business, I suppose.” She took off her jacket, tossing it aside. Revealing underneath a white pencil skirt with a side slit up the right thigh, which as she walked exposed the hint of the top of her sheer silk stockings. Matthew’s pulse quickened and his pants tightened some, as he took in her lines. Her lavender top was tucked down into the tight high waist of the skirt, the cowl let her cleavage speak volumes.

Not going to let her distract me this time.
Matthew repeated to himself, as she elevated the skirt, straddling him. Before popping a grape from the table into her well glossed mouth.

“You may start, since I’ve already stated all of my needs quite clearly.”

“Janet Willowsong.” Matthew started, calmly, adjusting in his seat, as she settled in his lap. Her eyebrows knitted together, causing an adorable little crinkle at the middle of her forehead, making him smile. How he wanted to get her in front of the camera. Knowing the lens would adore her round set opalescent green eyes, and symmetrical features. The Cupid’s bow mouth, with just enough excess in the bottom lip to tug upon. He’d thought to do just that, but halted. He had to make sure he was going to do right by his friend, first.

“You have me in your lap and want to talk of another woman. How very droll of you.” She rocked her pelvis down into him gently. “That is the roommate… Is she your lover?”

“
Janet?
God no.” He laughed outright. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re more her type than I’d ever be. But she’s been good to me over the years. I can’t just leave her out in the cold on this. You have to understand.”

“So what do you want from me? I’m not partial to women. At least not often enough to pay to keep one on hand.”

He raised a curious eyebrow at her. “All I’m saying is, I plan to keep her in the loop. She’s my best friend, you see. If I leave that apartment she’s out my income and on the street, so that stipend, well I’ll be giving a good portion to her. She gets me my models. Has a rapport with the Vets at the V.A… I need her for that.”

Donnella click clacked her tongue against her teeth, pushing her chest into his face. “I think I can work out something for that. What else?”

“Pepper.”

“Pepper? Another woman?” She sat back. “How many-”

“She’s a three month old puppy. I adore the little shitter, and won’t shelter her, and I don’t cage her, so if you plan on housing me you get her too.”

“Anything else?”

He shook his head in the negative.

“A Lesbian and a puppy? That’s all you have to stipulate?”

“For the moment. I’ve never done this before. Can we say I have the right to bring it back to the table if I should find reason to?”

“I can accept that. I’ll have it put in the non-disclosure that you have the right to a single renegotiation at a later time, say in two months? That will give you chance to get to know the ropes a bit and still be able to back out if you want to. Call it a trial run. After that the six months will go into effect. How does that sound?”

“Reasonable.”

“Very good.” She grinned, pulling her top up and over her head, revealing a lilac lace bra.

***

Her skin smelled of lilies again, and Matthew took a deep breath, as he kissed her clavicle, running his tongue down to the well at its center.  She purred softly as he dragged down the straps to her bra and he smiled. He loved that she was so responsive. Easily moved to a murmur and a gasp. It excited him more than her movements against his ever hardening groin. She reached behind and unclasped the restrictive bra and it popped falling between them, her swelling breasts pressed against him as he drew her in for a kiss.

He could feel the heat as it radiated off of her skin, and she wrapped her arms around him her knees gripping his sides tightly. His hands slid down her silky skin to the zipper of her skirt. He pulled the tongue, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried again. No such luck.
Fuck.
He thought as his large fingers pulled fumbling like a teenage boy with his first bra.

“Problem?”
She asked as he grew red faced and flustered.

“I think your zipper is stuck.”

“
Shit
. Now I remember why this one was in the back of the closet.” She stood up, trying the zip herself. “Nope, not going to budge.” Her backing off of him left him letting out a short but willful groan.

She turned from him with a wiggle as she bent over the nearby couch, “I really liked this one too.” The skirt slipped upward until it stopped just under her ass. He stood up, walking to her, reaching around he spun her back to him, got on his knees, grabbed the skirt by the slit and tore it open tossing it away, causing her to gasp with an impish grin.

“Well it was headed for the trash bin anyhow.” He teased helping her out of her panties, her heels clicking on the floor in succession. He traced his hand up the curve of her calf, and she drew back when he reached her knee. “
Ticklish
?”

“A little.” Biting her lip she peered down at him in anticipation.

He did not disappoint, he tipped her up to the edge of the couch, parting her legs, so that he could have access to her. She was throwing heat and already he could see the hardened little nub as it glistened from rubbing against him. He took it between calloused fingers, tugging gently. Applying small bits of pressure, until he was sure it was throbbing as hard as he was. Then he opened his mouth to take it between his lips.