In Search of Bookcases
by Lucy Felthouse

Whenever I’d thought about sugar daddies in the past,
I had always envisioned gross, wrinkly old guys, dripping with tasteless jewellery and wearing clothes far too young for them.

All that changed when I met Declan. He mooched into the furniture department of the upmarket West London department store I was working in and altered my perception for ever.

He was impeccably dressed in a designer suit and as he drew closer to me, I felt my eyebrows raise of their own accord. He really was sex on a stick. He was clearly loaded – hello, he was in this department store, wearing that suit – but he was no diva. He had no entourage, no harassed-looking assistant. It was just him, shopping.

Or at least I guessed he’d be shopping. Men don’t often wander into my furniture department if they’re not looking to part with some cash – and lots of it.

He glanced in my direction, then headed straight towards me. As he approached, I flashed him my widest smile. And yes, before you ask, I am on commission.

‘Hi!’ I said, trying not to melt as his new proximity revealed sexy eyes full of mischief and a smile to die for. He had perfect teeth, and dimples which threatened to have me swooning onto the nearest disgustingly high-priced sofa. He also smelled good enough to eat.

‘Hello,’ he replied, appraising me with that cool blue stare. ‘I’m Declan, and I hate shopping. Can you help me buy some furniture and be on my way?’ The lilt of his northern English accent took me by surprise. In my line of work, it was easy to get bored of the snooty Queen’s-English types. This guy had only uttered a few syllables and already I was hanging onto every one.

‘Sure,’ I said, a little disappointed that we’d only just met and already he couldn’t wait to get away. I tried not to take it personally. After all, he’d just admitted he hated shopping. It wasn’t his fault I could have listened to him talk all day. ‘I’m Sophia, by the way.’

I held out my hand. Obviously a well brought up gentleman – despite his down-to-earth demeanour – Declan took it and pressed a kiss just above my knuckles. I battled with a blush, and failed miserably.

‘I’m delighted to meet you, Sophia.’ Then, releasing my hand and encompassing the department with a sweep of his arm, ‘Shall we?’

I may work in a department store, but I’d been well brought up, too.

‘After you,’ I said, then fell into step behind him as he looked around, taking full advantage of the opportunity to check him out. And, it has to be said, his rear view was just as attractive as the front one. Sadly, his suit jacket covered his bum, but there was still plenty to admire.
I wore heels, yet he was still a good few inches taller than me, with a full head of cropped light brown hair. Despite the fact he had probably 25 years on me, none of it was grey. I found myself hoping it wasn’t dyed. That wouldn’t mesh with the hot-and-rich-but-still-normal persona I’d invented for him.

Just as I was enjoying a fantasy about sinking my fingers into said hair and holding on for dear life as he ate my pussy, he stopped abruptly. I halted too, putting a hand against his back to stop myself careening into him.

He spun round, but not before I’d got the impression of solid muscle beneath that suit. I snatched my hand away, feeling my face colouring once more.

‘I’m – I’m sorry!’ I blustered. ‘You should really put your brake lights on when stopping so suddenly!’

I immediately wanted to kick myself for coming out with such utter rubbish, but Declan’s face lit up and he let out a guffaw.

‘You’re right,’ he said, pressing his hand to his chest in acquiescence. ‘I’m sorry, Sophia. I should have given some indication that I was going to make an emergency stop. But, well, it was an emergency!’

He pointed to the section of the store alongside which we were now standing.

‘I want that,’ he said, quite seriously. ‘Can you sort that out for me, Sophia?’

‘Um, well,’ I said, flustered again under his gaze,
‘I don’t mean to be picky, sir, but which items would you like?’

Set up as it was, the “sitting room” had everything – wallpaper, curtains, tables, a sofa and matching chairs, bookcases … you get the picture.

‘Everything.’ He paused, looking at the display. ‘Actually, not everything. The curtains are hideous. And we’re going to have to find more suitable bookcases than those – they’re nowhere near big enough.’

‘OK,’ I said, desperately trying to pull myself together. I wasn’t some inexperienced, idiotic shop assistant, after all. I just wasn’t used to customers being so direct. Or so very sexy.

‘Right,’ I said, flipping open the pad I’d just retrieved from my shirt pocket. ‘Let me just get my pen.’

Typically, I couldn’t find it. I patted my pockets, checked my hair – I’ve absent-mindedly poked my pen into it more times than I can remember – and sighed.

‘I’m very sorry about this, sir. Let me just –’

He cut me off. ‘No need,’ he said, producing the most beautiful Mont Blanc from his inside pocket. ‘Use this.’

‘Nice,’ I said, before I could stop myself. ‘I’ve got one quite similar myself.’

I pulled a face that clearly indicated I was lying, and Declan laughed again, his dimples and twinkling eyes doing funny things to me. It was no wonder I was turning into a gibbering wreck. I mentally shook myself and moved to the display, noting down code numbers and totting up prices in my head as I went. I bit my lip. I was going to be able to buy myself a Mont Blanc at this rate.

‘OK,’ I said, heading back to where he stood watching me intently. His hands were in his pockets, causing his trousers to pull taut over his crotch, displaying a sizeable bulge. And it wasn’t his wallet. I tore my gaze away and beamed at him.

‘So,’ I said brightly, ignoring the growing ache between my legs, ‘let’s find you a bookcase and some curtains. Or would you prefer blinds?’

Declan shrugged. ‘I’m not bothered if I don’t have anything. Nobody’s going to be looking through my window. Except perhaps the window cleaner.’

‘Just a bookcase or two, then. Let’s see, shall we?’

I walked away then, letting Declan follow me. I nodded curtly to other colleagues and their customers as we crossed paths, but all I was really aware of was the man behind me.

‘So,’ I said, slowing my pace and turning my head slightly to address him, ‘how big are we talking, exactly?’

Which put my foot squarely in my mouth. Cue more mental self-flagellation. ‘The bookcases, I mean. How big do you want your bookcases?’

I stopped walking and turned to him, barely restraining myself from putting my head in my hands. Honestly.
It was a good job my boss hadn’t been around to hear this exchange. I’d have been dragged into his office quicker than you can say “disciplinary”.

Mercifully, Declan didn’t laugh this time. I didn’t think I could take any more embarrassment. Much more blushing and my head would explode.

‘Well,’ he said, his dimples being a dead giveaway of his mirth, ‘I do have an awful lot of books. I’m not even sure how many. So I’d need very big ones. Very big bookcases, I mean.’

Bastard! He was teasing me, and, if I wasn’t mistaken, flirting with me. He had to have realised by now that
I fancied him.

I tipped him a grin and started walking again, looking for the biggest bookcase I could find. ‘Aha!’ I exclaimed, heading into the store’s fake office and indicating a gorgeous pine structure. ‘What do you think to this one?’

Declan approached the bookcase and nodded approvingly. He ran his hands over the wood in an almost sensual manner – which sent my mind right back into the gutter – and turned to me.

‘I like it. Do you think it’ll go well with everything else I’m ordering?’

I looked at the bookcase. It was beautiful, as bookcases go. It was sturdy and well-made, yet it was attractive and plain enough to fit in with any decor. I made my play.

‘I think it’ll fit perfectly. Do you think it’s big enough?’

Declan quirked an eyebrow, obviously unsure whether I’d meant to throw out that double entendre or not. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he tapped his lips and frowned slightly, as if deep in thought. Before I had time to wonder what he was playing at, he spoke.

‘I’ll take three.’

My eyebrows almost disappeared into my hairline. My next pay packet was going to be very healthy indeed.

‘Great! I think they’re going to look gorgeous. Even better when they’re all full of books.’

He grinned at me then, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It made him look older, but somehow even more attractive.

‘You love books too, huh?’ he said and, although it was a rhetorical question, I answered him anyway.

‘I sure do. If I had the money, I’d buy three of these and fill them up too!’

I realised my gaffe too late. The words had already left my mouth. Bollocks! I knew the rules and etiquette – you should never talk money like that with people, especially if they’ve got lots of it. I held my hands out placatingly.

‘I’m sorry, sir. I really am. I didn’t mean to be so rude. I just meant …’

‘Shut up, Sophia,’ he said gently, halting my verbal diarrhoea. ‘I’m not one of your stuck-up customers. I’m just a bloke with a few quid. I know what you meant. Now let’s get this stuff ordered and arrange for my delivery, shall we?’

Relieved that he wasn’t mad, I nodded and double-checked the code on the bookcase before indicating that Declan should follow me to the computer desk. We sat, and I input everything in silence, painfully aware that he was watching me. I was even more painfully aware that my cunt was still throbbing and in desperate need of some relief. I managed not to fluff anything up, and then
I asked for his delivery details.

I wasn’t surprised when he gave me an exclusive-sounding West London address. I even kept calm when the computer delivered the final total, and I told him the figure.

He whipped out his wallet without the bat of an eyelid. Fuck, I thought, just how loaded is this guy? Even the celebrities seemed to be surprised at how much they were spending sometimes.

The snap of a diamond credit card landing carelessly on the desk answered that question. Gripping tightly to my sense of professionalism, I picked it up, pushed it into the machine and did the necessary before handing the keypad to Declan. He input his PIN number swiftly, then returned the terminal to me.

A few torturous seconds passed and I wondered if this was some cruel joke and that the card would be rejected, forcing Declan to admit he was in fact, completely broke.

Suddenly, the machine whirred into life and churned out his receipt, which I slipped into one of our fancy receipt wallets and handed to him with a smile. It slowly died as I realised this was it. He’d paid, everything was sorted and now he was going to leave.

We stood, and Declan said, ‘Well, Sophia, thank you for making that as painless as possible. I’ll think of you when I’m arranging my books on my lovely new shelves.’

I raised my gaze to his, unsure whether he was flirting, or merely being polite. I smiled, and he took my hand and planted another gentlemanly kiss on it, leaving heat scorching across my skin in its wake.

‘Perhaps,’ he said, dropping my hand once more and reaching into his jacket pocket, ‘you’ll come and see the room when it’s all done?’ He pressed a swish business card into my hand. ‘I’ll cook you dinner, as a thank you.’

I gaped at him, unsure what to say. Cook? Dinner? For me? Clearly desperate to avoid an awkward silence or a rejection, Declan cleared his throat and said, ‘Well, think about it. My personal mobile’s on there. You can reach me at any time.’

He was gone before I had chance to respond.

I was sure I hadn’t just imagined the emphasis on “any time”. Was he flirting with me? If he’d been a guy my own age, I’d say he was, but what would such a hot older guy want with someone like me? I was just a normal girl.

Then, I got it. Maybe that was the point. I remembered that, despite his bank balance and status, Declan was a normal guy. A very well-mannered guy, but normal nonetheless. Maybe he just liked me and wanted to see me again? He’d seemed pretty keen to show me his book collection. Hopefully, he wanted to show me a lot more besides. I grinned at my own wanton thoughts.

When I pulled myself back into the present, I realised
I was still holding his business card. And that wasn’t all. Clutched in my other hand was his Mont Blanc pen.

I thought about rushing after him – he couldn’t have gone far – but I stopped myself. The more I thought about it, the more I believed he’d left the pen behind on purpose. I’d been brandishing it around enough, there’s no way he’d have forgotten that I had it.

I decided I’d take it to him later, after my shift had finished. Returning his property was the decent thing to do.

When I arrived outside Declan’s building, I couldn’t help but let out a low whistle. He may not have classified himself as posh, but his residence certainly was. There was a great deal of wealth in this building. I wondered if the concierge staff would even entertain the idea of letting in a commoner like me.

I walked in, confident that I looked the part, at least. I’d gone home directly from work and had got showered and changed. I was wearing an expensive outfit so I knew the steward at the desk would at least talk to me.

‘Hello,’ I said, beaming at him. ‘I’m here to see Declan Merrells, please.’

‘Certainly, ma’am,’ he replied, picking up a telephone on the desk. ‘And who may I say is calling, please?’

‘It’s Sophia.’

After a brief exchange, the steward nodded at me. ‘Mr Merrells will be down presently.’

‘Thank you.’

I stood awkwardly, waiting. There were four lifts in the lavish lobby, so I had no idea where he would appear from. I fiddled with my handbag, which contained the infamous pen, and fidgeted nervously.

He turned up just in time to avoid me doing a runner. I heard a “ping” from one of the lifts and the doors swished open. Declan walked out, looking like he couldn’t be more pleased to see me. I also noted that he didn’t appear at all surprised either.

‘Sophia!’ he said, walking up and planting a kiss on my cheek. ‘How lovely to see you!’

Declan turned to the steward and nodded. ‘Thank you, Adam. Come, Sophia.’

Then he headed back towards the lift as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He pressed the button, then held out an arm when the doors slid open once more.

‘After you.’

Normal guy or not, Declan had beautiful manners. I stepped into the lift, feeling a little weird as the doors slid shut. My heart fluttered as I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I mean, I hardly knew the guy and yet I’d turned up at his apartment block unannounced and was now going upstairs with him.

When he turned to me with a smile, I felt my fears melt. Not to mention my pussy. He too had changed, and he now wore casual attire. Jeans and a T-shirt, to be precise. He looked much more relaxed in this outfit, or perhaps it was because we were on his terrain. Regardless of reasoning, he looked divine. He’d recently showered as his hair looked a little damp, and in the enclosed space,
I got a whiff of shampoo. My pussy gave a leap as my mind wondered just what he’d look like naked under a spray of water.

‘Now,’ he said, startling me from my almost-fantasy, ‘you must excuse the mess. I’ve only just moved in, as
I guess you realised from my shopping spree. I can assure you, I don’t usually live like a pig.’

I was given an excuse not to answer him as the lift intoned its arrival at our destination floor. The top floor,
I realised. No wonder he wasn’t worried about anyone seeing in through his windows. He ushered me out of the lift and rather than us ending up in the corridor I’d expected, we were in his apartment. I hadn’t noticed what he’d done in the lift, but he must have had a special key or a code or something to make the lift go to this floor.

Moving into the apartment, I gaped. If this was living like a pig, I dreaded to think what he’d make of my place. It was stunning. Granted, there were boxes and things lying around, clearly waiting to be unpacked, but still …

Declan interrupted my property lust by clearing his throat to get my attention. He held a bottle of wine and two glasses, which he wiggled at me.

‘Wine?’

‘Oh!’ I said, his sexiness making me flustered again. ‘I’m sorry, I wasn’t here for a social visit. I just came to return your pen.’ I pulled my bag off my shoulder and began rooting around in its depths for the Mont Blanc.

‘Nonsense,’ he said, ‘you came all this way to return my pen, the least I can do is give you a glass of wine. You’re not driving, are you?’

I wasn’t – I didn’t, there’s not much point in London.

I shook my head, still looking for the damn pen. Finally, I pulled it out of the bag triumphantly, but not before snagging my emergency knickers and flipping them out too. I gazed, horrified, at the tiny pile of lace lying so brazenly on Declan’s wooden floor.

Cheeks flaming, I snatched the thong up and stuffed it back into my bag, then waved the pen at Declan, who stood there looking incredibly amused. Part of me wanted to slap the grin off his face, but a much bigger part wanted to kiss it off.

He held out an empty glass to me. I took it, and allowed him to pour me some wine, then took a healthy gulp. I needed something to steady my nerves and curb my humiliation, after all. I swallowed just in time, though, because Declan’s next comment would have surely had me spitting wine all over the place.

‘So,’ he said, still smirking, ‘was that underwear for my benefit, or do you always keep knickers in your bag?’

I simply stared at him.

‘Come on, Sophia. Help me out here. I went to all this trouble to get you here, the least you could do is let me know if I’m barking up the wrong tree or not. I thought you liked me, but my radar could be off.’

‘No.’ I said, more forcefully than I’d intended. He looked crushed, obviously getting the wrong end of the stick, ‘I mean, no, you’re not barking up the wrong tree.
I like you, too. A lot.’

‘Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up. They were very nice knickers, by the way. I’m sure they don’t leave much to the imagination, though.’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ I retorted, my embarrassment making me defensive.

‘Now that you come to mention it, I’d love to. May I?’

I said nothing, just nodded. Declan put his burdens down on a randomly placed table and came to relieve me of mine – including the goddamn pen. Then he moved back towards me and took my face in his hands. As he leaned down to kiss me, I closed my eyes and slid my arms around his waist, relaxing into him.

Sliding my hands onto his buttocks, I pulled him to me, feeling his erection already straining against his jeans. I moaned into his mouth, and that noise seemed to flip a switch in us both. Our movements went from sensual to frenzied in a millisecond. Picking me up, Declan walked over to a rug on the floor and deposited me on it unceremoniously. Tugging off his T-shirt, he revealed a body that many a younger man would have been jealous of. He didn’t have a six-pack or pecs of steel, but he was toned and – I reached up to find out for myself – hard. He had a dusting of fine hair, and a treasure trail that led enticingly to his crown jewels.

I grinned at him and said, ‘Come on then, off with the rest of them.’

Without missing a beat, he replied, ‘I will if you will.’

We raced to strip. I, for one, was now desperate to have him inside me. Our initial misgivings out of the way, we both knew what we wanted. And that was each other.

Once we were both naked, Declan rooted in the pocket of his discarded jeans and produced a condom, which he rolled on without fuss.

‘Later,’ he murmured, straddling me, ‘I’m going to make love to you properly, the way you deserve.’ He nudged my knees apart and positioned his thick cock at my entrance. ‘But right now, I’ve just got to have you.’

As he slid home, I wrapped my legs around his back. Looping my arms around his neck I pulled him closer until we were touching skin to skin from head to, well – crotch. I was wet enough that he penetrated me effortlessly and we both groaned at the incredible sensation.

That was nothing, though. When Declan started to rotate his hips, crushing his pubic bone against my clit,
I dug my nails into his shoulders in ecstasy. His movement, coupled with the friction against my g-spot, drove me wild. If this was not making love to me properly, I couldn’t wait to see what was.

He rocked into me deeply but slowly, and the way he looked into my eyes made the whole thing ten times more erotic and arousing. This was a guy who really knew how to seduce and please a woman. He leaned down to kiss me, and he sucked gently at my bottom lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth. I melted all over again. The combination of him being so damn attractive, so sexually talented and the fact we were fucking on his floor was overwhelming. I just couldn’t get enough of him.

My overwrought hormones took over and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me.

I pulled away from our kiss, only to whisper, ‘Please, Declan, make me come. I can’t wait any longer. You’re driving me crazy.’

The dimples and the wrinkles around his eyes reappeared as he murmured back, ‘I’m glad to hear it. I’m also not one to deny a lady.’

With that, he kissed me, then raised himself up on his arms and began to fuck me in earnest. I took the opportunity to look at him as he coaxed my body towards the dizzying heights of orgasm. I saw glimpses of his thick cock as it penetrated me. The muscles of his torso and arms flexed, and I dropped my hands from around his neck to grip his biceps. I sucked in a deep breath and smiled, enjoying the feel of the solid muscles beneath my fingers. I’d always been attracted to strong men, knowing how their power often equated to sexual dynamite. Unfortunately, though, so many of them were also self-centred gym freaks with not much between the ears. This was clearly not the case with Declan, and for that I was incredibly grateful.

Soon, all thoughts flew from my head except for one: I’m going to come!

I squeezed my eyes closed as I was overtaken by the immense pressure which signalled the onset of my orgasm. Then, with a couple more strokes of Declan’s pubic bone to my clit, the dam broke. I screamed his name as I came, gushing all over his cock and clinging so tight to his biceps that I’d probably leave marks.

Declan came shortly afterwards in a series of jerky thrusts, grunts and a moan that thrilled me all over again. Afterwards, he opened his eyes and grinned before rolling off me. He bade me wait a few seconds while he got rid of the condom, then he came back, lying next to me and pulling me into his arms.

It was then, as we lay together basking in the afterglow of our respective orgasms that I realised something. I still didn’t know how old he was. And what’s more, I didn’t care. All I knew is that I’d be back to see the bookcases. And lots more besides.