RxHeaven

The next day, as promised, My Mr. Grey turned up at The Admiral while I was at work. Once again, he sat at the end of the bar, chit-chatting as and when we could, waiting for me to finish my shift. I thought it was cute. My colleague thought it was creepy. I didn’t care much about what she thought.

At the end of my shift, I headed out of the main door, then spotted him, sitting at the bottom of the steps, waiting for me.

“Hey, you,” he said, throwing me a huge grin.

“Hey, you!” I said right back, half-excited, half-nervous about what might happen next.

“Would you like to go for a drive before I take you home?” he asked, and I gleefully agreed. “My car’s right over here,” he said, pointing to the shiniest, sleekest black car that I have ever seen in my life.

I almost gasped out loud. It looked like the actual Batmobile. I’ve never really been into cars, and I certainly don’t know much about them, but I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I loved that car. I loved it before I even really saw it up close. It was the perfect car for him. Somehow, that RxHeaven suited Grey perfectly.

I fell into the bucket seat with all the poise of a peanut, which he loudly chuckled at. Awesome. I was embarrassing myself already in front of the man that I really, really wanted. No change there, I suppose.

“Any particular place you’d like to go?” he asked.

I barely listened. I just let his Scottish accent do what it does to me, just like it and I always did. This time around, though, I had the rumble of the low car vibrating through my body, too. Him, that accent, that car… I’d have fucked him right there and then if he’d suggested it. I wasn’t going to make the first move, though. Not with him. Not because I didn’t want to, but because something told me not to. He wasn’t a dominant or overbearing character, but he had a dominant air about him. Old school. Very gentlemanly. A true gentleman.

The only place I truly wanted to go was to bed… with him.

“How about you drive and we see what happens?” I said instead.

And that’s just what we did, sharing snippets of our lives, the radio low in the background, streetlights thinning, and the night sky darkening. It was the perfect backdrop for a date – if it even was a date at all. He’d never mentioned the D-word. Nor had I. But what else could it have been…?

An hour later, parked up at a not-so-local beauty spot, it sure felt like a date. We sat side-by-side on a picnic bench, overlooking the whole town, and he snaked his arm around my waist. I almost squealed out loud with delight, but I managed to keep it together… just.

He’s going to kiss me. Is he? He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me. Is he going to kiss me? He’s going to KISS ME!

My mind was screaming as he cupped my jaw and turned my face towards his. I almost lost my mind when he leaned down and kissed me.

Yep, he’s definitely kissing me.

I forgot to kiss him back for a second or two. Maybe I was in shock? Who knows why I do the things I do? Grey started to pull away, then I realised that I was just sat there, with my mouth open, not participating at all in the kiss I’d been praying for all evening.

Twat.

Thankfully, I managed to pull myself together and finally kiss that hot boy back. No, not boy: man. A real man, quite unlike anyone else that I’d dated or fucked or even kissed up until that point.

And there we were, on that bench, looking over the lights of a whole town, with a twinkling night sky above us, completely lost in each other. He half-groaned, half-mumbled something into my mouth at one point, and I thought I was going to melt into a puddle right there and then. No one had ever done that before. Never before had a man or a boy groaned into my mouth mid-kiss. That was the day I learned, I have a male moaning kink.

Eventually, he pulled away, muttering something about getting me home and (I think) hiding the start of an erection. I wanted so badly to tell him that he didn’t need to hide it. Heck, get it out. I didn’t say that, obviously. I hadn’t known him for long at all, but I was pretty sure that it would’ve been too forward for him. I knew that much already.

I opened the door of that RxHeaven without thinking and was met with the loudest, most Scottish sounding tut that I’d ever heard in my life.

“Oh, sorry,” I giggled, shutting the door and taking a step back.

“That’s right,” he said, opening the door again. “Good girl.”

It was such an off-the-cuff comment. A throwaway comment. Two little words that didn’t mean anything at all… until they did. For some reason, and one that I definitely couldn’t understand or articulate, those two little words had stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn’t stop thinking about them all the way back home.

I didn’t know what had happened… but he did. Those two little words were deliberate. Carefully chosen. Specifically chosen. The raise of his eyebrows at my sudden stillness and wide eyes told me that it had been a test. Did I have a praise kink? Yes, it appeared that I did.

It would take me a few more years to catch on, but Grey knew exactly what he was doing that night, and every other damn night after that.

The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Take You Out.