Justin drove me to a park. The park was called Lincoln park and it was a conservatory that contained many beautiful plants. We walked around for a while looking at the different types of flowers.

"What's your favorite type?" Justin asked.

"Hydrangeas are gorgeous but I also love carnations," I said.

"You remind me of an orchid," he said.

"How come?"

"I don't know," he said.

"What's your favorite? Or are you not going to tell me? This is our second "date" you know," I said.

"I know, I like these big ones," he said pointing at a lotus.

"Those are called lotuses," I said.

"They're beautiful," he pointed out.

"You remind me of a sunflower," I blurted out.

Justin stopped walking, "A sunflower? Really? Out of all the beautiful flowers here you pick a damn sunflower?"

I laughed, "Sorry."

"I'm surprised you didn't pick a freaking dandelion," he said.

"Hey! Dandelions are pretty and so are sunflowers, they just aren't colorful," I remarked.

"Gee thanks I'm not colorful," he said.

"Yes you are but you're only one color, a vibrant one like yellow, something that catches someone's attention, that's why I picked a sunflower," I said.

"You're a tulip," he said.

"What? No you're a tulip. You're so closed and you don't let anyone know about you," I said.

"It's called privacy," he said, "okay, I don't like informing everyone about my private life."

"I don't know anything about you though," I said.

He gasped, "You've fυcked a total stranger!"

I smacked his arm, "Shhh!"

"Ow," he rubbed his arm, "it's the truth and the truth does hurt."

"Tell me something about you," I begged pulling on his arm.

"What do you want to know?" He asked.

"Honestly? Everything."

"I can't tell you everything, that would take forever. Ask one specific thing," he said.

"Describe your family," I said.

"Okay but first you have to massage my arm," he said.

"Okay," I agreed massaging the spot where I had smacked him.

"Now say please," he ordered.

I complied, "Please."

"Now get on your knees and suck me."

"Fυck that," I said.

"Okay then I won't tell you," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "You're impossible."

"Don't roll your damn eyes at me," he said.

"I can't suck you here," I said.

"Yes you can, the problem is will you?"

"We're in public. There's people walking around, I'm not going to do that here," I said.

"I'll tell you five things about me if you do it here," he proposed.

I thought about it. This is a stupid idea and I'll be mortified for life is someone catches us. But then again I really want to know about him. I like him a lot but how can I like someone I know nothing about?

I stared at him, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, you have my word."

I raised an eyebrow then looked around for any people. I took his arm and pulled him with me behind a few tall plants. "How do I know you'll give me my five things?"

"We can shake on it," he said holding his hand out.

"Spit on it," I said spitting on my hand and holding it out.

"Gross I'm not touching your spit," he said.

"My spit is about to be all over your dιck if you touch it," I said.

"Why do you spit on it? A shake would have sufficed," he complained.

"Okay then no blow job for you," I said, "this is benefiting you, not me. You'll be the one missing out."

"Okay okay okay! Fine," he said awkwardly spitting on his hand and grabbing mine then shaking it. "Gross," he mumbled.

I smirked to myself. The things guys would do for blow jobs. The things I'm doing to get a few facts about his life. Smh...

I leaned in and pressed my lips on his before I grabbed him over the fabric of his jeans. He let a small moan out in my mouth sending vibrations through our kiss. I slowly unzipped his zipper as I pulled away, "Are you going to get hard for me?"

"Fυck yeah," he said.

I looked around before I got down on my knees. I unbottoned his jeans and reached inside his boxers to pull his semi hard dιck out. I stroked his shaft, staring from the base then going all the way to the tip, giving him a little squeeze. I slowly licked the head giving his shaft a squeeze. I ran my tongue underneath him and once I reached the tip I took him in my mouth. Looking up at him I saw his eyes focused on me as I slowly sucked only the head. He grew impatient and pushed my head further onto his dιck. I slowly bobbed my head up and down sucking as hard as I could.

Justin let a moan out, "Holy shιt."

I sucked harder moving my mouth further down his shaft. I could feel his erection growing in my mouth as I sucked. His dιck squirmed in pleasure as he moaned my name out loud. I couldn't help but feel myself get wet. His voice was addicting and his moans were provoking. I got him in all the way before I gagged and pulled away. He owned out again. "Shhh and watch for people," I said.

"You shhh and keep sucking," he said looking around.

I rolled my eyes and started sucking again. He moaned once again, "Yes baby right there. Put me all the way inside your mouth,"

I deep throated him again and bobbed my head over and over again. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me with his eyes slightly closed. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he pushed my head further down. "Oh fυck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned.

"We should get peonies for the wedding," a woman said from afar.

I quickly took my mouth off of Justin's cock and just as I turned around to see if the lady had seen us, I felt his warm creamy cum all over the side of my face dripping down my cheek. "Fυck," he whispered.

I gasped, "What the fυck?"

"Oh shιt," he started laughing, "you got a little something on your face."

I grabbed his jacket and wiped my cheek clean with it.

"What the fυck is your problem?" He whisper yelled.

"Your cum was all over my face!" I said getting up.

"Why'd you wipe it on my jacket!"

"Cause it's your jacket! Your cum!"

"Shhh!" He placed a finger on my lips. He took his jacket off and rolled it into a ball before pressing his lips on mine. "Thanks. We should go before someone suspects," he said taking my arm with his hand.

We quickly walked back to his car and once we were inside I asked, "So when are you going to tell me your five facts?"

"At dinner," he simply answered.

"Dinner? So you're talking me out to dinner today?" I asked.

"Would you like me to take you out to dinner?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied.

I don't understand Justin. He's attractive, funny, but I can't figure out why he won't tell me anything about his life. Does he even like me?

We were on the road for about twenty minutes before he pulled into a parking lot. "We're here," he said.

I got off and closed the door behind me waking over to his side. We were at the Navy Pier and although it was barely one, the view was amazing. There was a Ferris wheel right in the middle. I could only imagine how beatiful it would look with the ferris wheel lights on.

He pulled out his camera and hung it on his shoulder before we started walking.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

"San Diego," I replied.

"So you're used to piers and beaches?"

"Yeah, I miss the beaches," I admitted.

We walked around for a while and he showed me around and talked about the different places before he dragged me on the ferris wheel.

"I really hate ferris wheels, this ones huge," I said.

"Are you scared you scaredy cat," he said.

The Ferris wheel started moving up as I gripped onto Justin's arm and closed my eyes tight. I heard him laugh. "Don't laugh," I said.

"I'll protect you," he said. I felt his breath on the edge of my ear. I opened my eyes and the view was amazing and we weren't even all the way at the top. His lips were in my hair.

"Wow..." I said in awe.

"I know, it's worth it don't you think?" He asked.

"Definetly," I replied loosening my grip on his arm.

He turned his camera on and started taking pictures of the view. "I never get tired of taking pictures while being up here. Everytime I find something different," he said.

I watched as he took the pictures then suddenly the ride stopped making me jump in my seat. I held onto Justin's arm again.

"It's hilarious how scared you are," he said looking over at me.

"Shut up," I snapped.

"Uh oh someone's mad. I know what you need," he said placing his hand on my thigh. I looked around and suddenly felt his hand make its way up. I quickly turned to look at him.

"Exactly what are you doing?" I asked.

"Shh," he said as he unbottoned the button to my shorts.

"Not here, I'm not like you," I said smacking his hand.

He turned my face towards him and pressed his lips against mine as he slipped his hand into my shorts and into my underwear. I gasped into Justin's mouth when I felt his fingers run over my clιt. The instant his fingers ran in a circle, I felt myself get wet. He ran his fingers down my slit again.

"I like how went you get from my touch," he said. His long rough fingers continued rubbing me in cirles. The more he rubbed me the more I wanted him. "Moan for me," he whispered.

I gladly complied and let a loud moan out, "Don't stop."

The ride started moving again but I didn't care, I was too focused on the pleasures his fingers were giving me. I spread my legs wider and place my leg over his knee. I look up at him and he's smirking. His fingers were now going faster, rubbing harder. I bit lip trying to contain my moans from coming out. "Fυck," I whispered.

"Come for me," he said.

I started moving my hips to the rhythm of his circles adding more pressure. All I could think about was his cock. I closed my eyes and a clear image of his large and hard dιck popped into my head. I Imagined him fυcking me hard on his desk again.

"Look at me," he ordered. I looked up at him and it was as if he knew what I was thinking. "Picture my hard cock inside this tight pussy of yours, imagine me hitting your g-spot over and over again as I moan out your name. Imagine feeling my cυm spill inside you," he whispered. A shiver ran down my body and I suddenly felt my mind ready to explode. He rubbed faster and faster pressing his two fingers harder into my clιt. Just I was looking into his honey brown colored eyes and as he said, "I can't wait to fυck you" I exploded, reaching my climax and burying my nails into the skin of his tattooed arm.

He didn't complain about my nails instead he slowly stopped his rubbing and pulled his hand out of my shorts. I quickly let go of his arm and sat up without taking my leg off his knee. I buttoned my shorts up again.

"Sorry I literally stabbed you with my nails," I said.

"You have claws," he said, "but it's okay." I took a tissue out of my purse and handed it to him so he could wipe his hands. He took it and cleaned his fingers with it before shoving it into his pocket.

After the ride he took me to dinner. It was a very nice restaurant downtown. Once we were seated and had ordered I decided to go ahead and ask my questions, "So now you have to tell me your five facts and about your family."

"Okay fine. Consider yourself special because I've never told anyone about my personal life before," he said.

I internally shrieked in excitement and happiness. Yay!

"I have a brother, you saw him at the studio the other day, his name is Alex. He's doing better now but a few years ago he used to get in a lot of trouble and I always ended up helping him. He's a year younger than me. Then there's my mom. She's amazing, her name is Pattie and she's married to Jeremy. They fight a lot... I don't have a connection with them, I barely talk to them. My grandma just died and she was my favorite. She was the only one I actually talked to. I'm Canadian and I prefer being alone," he explained.

"Okay now tell me three more facts," I said.

"That was five already," he argued.

"No that was two."

"One; the connection thing, two; I barely talk to them, three; my grandma died, four; she was my favorite, five; I'm Canadian. Oh and six; I actually have you an extra one, I prefer being alone," he argued.

"Fine," I said crossing my arms, "I'm sorry for your loss though."

"Thanks," he said, "now it's your turn."

"Nope. I'm not telling you anything. It's not fair," I said.

"What? It's totally fair," he said while smirking.

"My lips are sealed," I said.

"So now blow job later tonight?"

I shook my head.

"Fine then. Be that way," he pouted.

We stayed silent for less than a minute before I felt bad and said, "Stop pouting. You're making me feel bad."

He laughed, "Do you have any siblings?"

"Nope, I'm an only child but I do have a best friend that's like my sister," I said.

"Does she live here too?" He asked.

"Yeah, she does," I responded.

Our dinner came and we ate. While we are we talked a lot about photography and as much as I tried getting him to talk more about his personal life, he didn't. He refused to tell me why he liked being alone.

After dinner he drove me home.

"Thank you for today. I loved it," I said as I turned to look at him. He took the key out of the ignition.

"No problem, I enjoyed it," he smiled.

We both leaned in and shared one last kiss before I left. I was too afraid to ask him what we were, what this thing in between us was. Was it a boyfriend girlfriend thing? Or just a friends with benefits?

I waved bye to him before entering my building and making my way to the elevator. I smiled to myself when I remembered what we did or what I did at the conservatory.

Please forgive me for making some of you wait almost a month. I know this chapter isn't as good as the others but I had promised to update today so here it is. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Love you all ❤️