Chapter 3: The hot ex
Carlos tells Tomas his ex, Betty, had always a crush on him and asks Tomas if he wants to fuck her. Tomas agrees that Carlos give his number to Betty.
He doesn't expect to hear from her, but the next morning, as he's sipping coffee on his balcony, his phone buzzes with an incoming message. His heart skips a beat as he sees Betty's name flash across the screen. He opens the message, his brows furrowing in surprise as he reads her words.
"Hey, it's Betty. Carlos gave me your number. I hope you don't mind. I was wondering if you'd like to meet up sometime? I've always admired your... physique. ;)"
Tomas's lips curl into a slow smile as he reads her message, his mind racing with possibilities. He knows he should be wary, that getting involved with his best friend's ex is a dangerous game, but there's something about Betty that intrigues him.
He's always been drawn to her, even when she was with Carlos, and now that she's single, he can't help but feel a spark of excitement. He responds to her message, "I'd love to meet. What did you have in mind?"
Tomas keeps his tone casual, trying not to give away the fact that he's been thinking about this moment for a long time. He takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes scanning the cityscape in front of him as he waits for her response. It doesn't take long.
"How about dinner tonight? I know a great little Italian place downtown. It's quiet, romantic..."
Tomas smiles, his thumb swiping across the screen to type his response. "Sounds perfect.
I'll meet you there at 7." Tomas typed, his thumb hovering over the send button for a moment before finally pressing it. He leaned back in his chair, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Betty had always been the one that got away, the one he could never have. But now, the opportunity was finally presenting itself, and he was not about to let it slip through his fingers.
He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. He had a few hours to kill before their dinner date, and he knew exactly how he wanted to spend them. He had a feeling that tonight was going to be a night to remember.
He changed into a pair of workout shorts and a tank top, his body still sore from the intense workout he had put himself through the day before.
He made his way to his car, his heart pounding in his chest as he thought about the night ahead. He had never been one to play games, and he wasn't about to start now. If Betty was coming to dinner with the intention of having sex with him, he was more than happy to oblige. But he wanted to make sure they were on the same page from the start.
As he walked into the restaurant, he spotted Betty sitting at a table in the corner, a glass of red wine in front of her. She looked up as he approached, her eyes meeting his, a mix of nervousness and anticipation in her gaze. "Hi, Tomas," she said, her voice soft and slightly breathless. He smiled at her, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from her. "Betty," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Great to see you." He signaled the waiter, quickly scanning the wine list. "A bottle of your best red, please." The waiter nodded and scurried off to fetch their bottle. Tomas turned his attention back to Betty, his eyes meeting hers. "So, you wanted to meet up, huh?" He smiled, his lips curling at the corners, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Betty blushed, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. She looked down at her wine glass, swirling the liquid gently before taking a sip. "Yeah, well, you know. Carlos and I... we're done. And I, uh, I've had a thing for you for a while now." She looked up at him, her hazel eyes searching his face. "I hope that's okay." Tomas chuckled, a low, throaty sound.
"It's more than okay, Betty. You're a stunning woman. I've always thought so." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over her form, appreciating the curves of her body in her little black dress. "Your body is killer, Betty. I've seen you in that dress before, remember? It's been seared into my memory ever since." Betty blushed again, her eyes lowered, but a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "You always did know how to make a girl feel good about herself, Tomas," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Tomas reached across the table, his hand covering hers. "You don't need my help for that, Betty. You're a beautiful woman inside and out."
The waiter arrived with the wine, pouring them each a glass before leaving them to their conversation.
Tomas raised his glass, his eyes never leaving Betty's. "To new beginnings," he said, his voice low and intimate. Betty clinked her glass against his, a soft smile playing on her lips. "To new beginnings," she echoed, taking a sip of the rich red wine. As they set their glasses down, Tomas leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, Betty, I have to admit, I've been thinking about this moment for a long time. There's something about you that drives me crazy."
Betty's eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching in her chest. She whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've been thinking about you too, Tomas. Ever since we met, I've had this... this spark with you. Carlos told me about your divorce, and he knew I was attracted to you. He was so sweet giving me your number."
"He told me about your attraction, too," Tomas says with his big cock already hard inside his pants.
His words are whispered, intimate, his voice low and husky. He leans in closer, his eyes locked onto hers, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "I want to take you to my place. After dinner.." Betty's heart pounds in her chest as she looks into Tomas's eyes, seeing the raw desire and intensity reflected back at her. She nods, her lips parting as she takes a shallow breath. "I'd like that," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She takes a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his. "Carlos is a good friend for both of us to arrange our meeting."
Betty's hand slips under the table, her fingers brushing against Tomas's thigh. He inhales sharply, his eyes widening slightly at the unexpected contact. He tries to maintain a casual demeanor, not wanting to scare her off or make a scene in the quiet restaurant. "Yeah, he's a great guy," he responds, his voice slightly hoarse as he shifts in his seat, trying to distract himself from the heat of her touch. "So, what made you decide to reach out to me now?" He clears his throat, his hand reaching for his wine glass, hoping to steady his suddenly racing heart. Betty smiles, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path up his inner thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "You're hot, and Carlos told me you fantasize about me. I won't say no if you want to fuck." he responds, his voice husky with desire. Betty's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I thought you'd never ask," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. They finish their wine swiftly, the tension between them palpable, as they make their way out of the restaurant and into the cool night air. Betty shivers slightly, and Tomas slips his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Cold?" he asks, his breath hot on her ear. Betty shakes her head, her breath hitching slightly. "Not anymore," she murmurs, leaning into him, her body pressing against his. They walk to Tomas's car in silence, the air between them charged with anticipation. Once inside, Tomas turns to Betty, his eyes dark with desire.
He cups her face in his large hands, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones. Betty leans into his touch, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Tomas lowers his head, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. Betty lets out a soft moan, her hands moving from his chest to his waist, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. She deepens the kiss, her tongue darting out to meet his, her body pressing against his. Tomas groans, his hands moving from her face to her hips, pulling her closer, grinding his already hard cock against her. Betty breaks the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "Tomas, I want you," she whispers, her eyes locked onto his. She reaches down, her hand cupping his hard cock over his pants, squeezing gently.
Tomas lets out a low growl, his heart pounding in his chest. "Betty, you're playing with fire," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. Betty smiles up at him, her eyes filled with lust and determination. "I want to burn, Tomas. Take me to your place." Tomas swallows hard, his cock throbbing in his pants. He doesn't waste any time, pulling back from the kiss and helping her into the car. The drive to his place is a blur, their hands drawn to each other like magnets, their breaths coming in short gasps. Tomas's cock is aching, desperate for release, and Betty's touch only serves to make it worse. He fumbles with the key, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open. They stumble inside, their lips crashing together in a hungry, desperate kiss.
Tomas pulls his cock out of his pants and Betty wastes no time. She gets on her knees and starts to suck Tomas's hard cock. "Fuck, I never saw a cock big as yours.", she moans.
Tomas groans, his fingers tangling in her hair. "You're so fucking hot, Betty," he rasps, his cock throbbing in her mouth. But he wants to taste her, to feel her beneath him. He needs to be inside her. He withdraws himself from her mouth, helping her to her feet.
"Come with me," he growls, his voice low and commanding. Betty looks up at him, her eyes glassy with desire, her lips swollen from sucking him. She nods, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Tomas leads her to his bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock aching with need.
As they enter the room, Tomas turns to Betty, his eyes dark with lust. "Lie down," he commands, his voice thick with desire.
Betty complies, her breath catching in her throat as Tomas pushes her gently onto the bed. She gazes up at him, her hazel eyes wide with anticipation, her chest heaving with each breath. Tomas leans over her, his large body blocking out the light from the bedside lamp, casting them both in a soft, intimate glow.
He brushes a strand of her long, brown hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheekbone. "You're so beautiful, Betty," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. She blushes at his words, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispers, her hands reaching up to grasp his broad shoulders.
Tomas lowers his head, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.