by Raquel Belle
Terry smirks and walks over to Julia. Cue the awkward pause.
“I really don’t mean to impose,” Jack says, “Deanna offered and I, uh, if it’s a problem I can just—”
“No, no, it’s no trouble at all, please,” Lilly interrupts, “whatever you want, room service, laundry service, whatever, it’s on the house. You’re our guest.”
“Well, okay then,” Jack smiles, “I appreciate that.”
Oh shit, I see David in the distance, and he sees me. “Deanna!” He barks and starts moving toward us at speed. I haven’t seen him this angry in years. Lilly has had a very calming effect on him since they got married. I however, seem to know all the right buttons to push when it comes to riling him up.
Terry knows what’s up because he hurries to us in huge strides so he can beat David by five seconds. He hands both keycards to me, I hand one to Jack and tell him, “Go, go now. I’ll be up later.”
As I push him away, he has a look of unbridled amusement on his face, but takes the card, picks up my bag and saunters off nonetheless.
Then David is upon us, in his pristine gray suit and blue tie. He’s almost the same height as Jack but leaner—sort of like a Porsche compared to a Tank. The gray at his temples is growing. “What the FUCK, Deanna?!”
“Hello to you too, Mr. Millionaire.” He hates when I call him that. It’s sort of a play on Milner.
“David, please,” Lilly says, “it was one slip in two years, these things happen. You can’t just—”
“No, Lilly,” he cuts her off, “I’m not angry about what she did, I’m angry that she ran. After all this time she still doesn’t realize that her actions have consequences.”
“So, what? You want your four-hundred-grand?” It feels like every time I speak he gets angrier. Like I’m just not getting it.
“Do I want my four-hundred-grand?” He’s looking at me like he can’t believe how stupid I am. “Where the fuck are you going to get that, Deanna? Waitressing?” He takes a breath, but it doesn’t calm him in the least.
“Deanna, Chuck Schafer was in here at 9am the morning you disappeared asking for his money. You have your sisters face, Deanna. You have my wife’s face. Everyone in this town KNOWS that you are my sister-in-law and that you are part of this family. Why the FUCK can’t you understand that you are responsible for more than just yourself? When you are in Vegas, what you do reflects upon us. You go out drinking and gambling and then run away, do you know what that makes us look like? It makes us look weak, it makes us look like we have no control, it makes us look like we can’t look after our own. It doesn’t just make you look like a loser who skipped town.”
My face is getting hot and tears are starting to well up.
“You fuck up, you come to me and you TELL ME!” I’ve never seen him lose his cool like this, he’s shouting at me in the lobby with no regard for where he is or who’s listening and I feel as tiny as a thimble. “They had no intention of going anywhere else for their money, ever. What’s worse than that, is that from the moment you ran it was open season on Deanna Madison. Every God damn bounty hunter for miles knows that you’re out there, alone, ready to be kidnapped. If I can pay four-hundred-grand I might as well pay four-million.”
David grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me.
“If you run, I can’t protect you, Deanna. Do you understand what I’m saying? Your sister was taken for the same reason. Have you forgotten that? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I…I’m sorry,” and the tears are gushing like Niagara Falls, I can’t stand, I feel like I’m going to fall to my knees. I’m just Deanna Madison. I didn’t think I was David Milner’s sister-in-law or Mrs. Milner’s sister. I thought they’d just be looking for me. And I’m…nobody.
“Come here,” he says, and he hugs me, “you’re a pain in my ass, Madison.” That makes me laugh through the tears. “When you’re here, you stay where me and Terry and Lilly can see you.”
Lilly joins the hug and I start to feel a bit better. Family is important. No matter what happens, you’ve always got family. “What happens now? I’ll get your money back, David.”
David gives me a smile, “Deanna, I don’t care about the money. We care about you. But you can’t do this again. Maybe you should go back to rehab? Do you want to?”
But there’s nothing wrong with me. They just don’t understand. They don’t understand what’s inside my head. They didn’t even ask why, and this is the one time since my first stint. “I give it back in a month or I go to rehab? Just like last time?”
“No,” Lilly says, “Deanna, it’s not like that. If this was just a slip up it’s fine, David and I can handle it. As long as this…isn’t turning in to something.”
I feel so empty and weak and useless. They don’t understand. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me or I’m normal and everyone feels like this. I have no idea. “Can I sleep on it? Talk in the morning?”
I’m not crazy. I’m not.
“Sure,” Lilly says.
“I think I’m going to take a walk through the aquarium.”
“I think Ben and Mike are going to follow you,” David says, and shoots his brow. They’re two of his best guards. They generally shadow Lilly.
“Fair enough,” I say.
Chapter Five
Jack
This room has remote controlled everything—blinds, lights, bed and who knows what else. The shower has more buttons than the TV remote. It’s impressive. The view is spectacular too. You can see a fair amount of Vegas from here. Looks like there’s a miniature version of every wonder of the world out there.
I’m the kind of guy who’s used to sleeping in ditches with an M16 for a pillow, washing with a cloth out of a bucket of dirty water and eating out of a can with a plastic fork…so it doesn’t take much to impress me, but this…I have to say—this is classy. It makes me wonder more and more about Deanna. If she’s got family like this, what the hell was she doing in the middle of nowhere with a fake name?
She didn’t say much on the ride down. We just played road-trip games. She’s fun like that.
Of course, I’ve only known her for a few hours, but I’ll be damned if they weren’t some of the most interesting few hours ever I’ve had.
The first thing I did was wash the road off of me. I’ve been hitching for days. Just a hot shower, no steaming or any of that BS. I wouldn’t have been able to figure out which buttons to push anyway. Hot water and soap get the job done. I also had my clothes sent for washing and drying. They brought all my stuff back in ninety minutes. That’s amazing service. Clearly, I’m being considered a VIP. Also, today was my first experience using a fancy bathrobe. It’s really not my thing, but I couldn’t exactly walk around naked till I got my clothes back.
It’s 12:15 and still no sign of Deanna. I’m beginning to think she might not show up. Maybe she told her sister what happened this morning and decided that it’s not such a good idea hanging out with a complete stranger who just committed a crime. I certainly wouldn’t blame her. They look like good people and she really shouldn’t be getting involved with the likes of me. I lay down in the master bedroom and switch on the television. At the very least I can sleep in a real bed tonight.
It’s uncanny how much alike they look. Those sisters are mirror images. Maybe the difference is that one is naughty and the other is nice.
I’m flipping through channels, wondering what the hell happened to entertainment while I was away when suddenly…fuck…what if her sister called the cops?
I bolt upright with every intention of grabbing my stuff and leaving when I hear the door open.
A moment later, Deanna comes in to the room. She looks wrung out. “Hey,” she says, and walks right by me into the bathroom.
“Been a while. Where’d you go?” I call to her.
“Just went for a walk to clear my head,” she calls back, and then I hear the shower turn on.
Huh. Okay. Nothing to worry about. I lay b
ack down and keep channel surfing. She’s in there for about twenty minutes, I’m starting to get hungry, I hope she finishes soon so we can order lunch. Another five minutes go by till the water stops.
When she comes back into the room she’s got only a towel wrapped around her, she hasn’t dried her hair and that wet look is super sexy. She comes up to me, not breaking eye contact for a second, runs a finger across my mouth and says, “This seat taken?” Then she drops a box of condoms on the nightstand and lets her towel fall to the carpet.
Invitations don’t get more direct than that.
She’s exquisite. A goddess. I stand. Her eyes never stray from mine. When she’s looking up at me I palm her breast and put my mouth to hers. The kiss is deep, slow and strong. At the same time, I massage her breasts and tweak her nipples. Soon I hear her breathing intensify, I’ve got her blood pumping. Her mouth becomes even more hungry and she moans into mine. Our tongues explore each other’s, sucking, probing, like she wants to own me. She bites my lip and lunges at me. She’s urgent. She goes deeper every time, and faster.
Suddenly she stops and begins undoing my belt. I pull off my t-shirt while she pulls down my jeans and boxers all at once and my cock springs free.
She’s about to go on her knees but I grab her, pick her up and flip her over so her thighs are on my shoulders. She lets out a shriek of surprise. She did say she wanted to sit on my face. What a beautiful pussy. Lunch is served.
I’m holding her up by her hips and ass, so I spread her wide and feast, plunging my tongue into her to taste her juices. At that moment I feel her take my cock in both hands while her mouth goes over the head. My cock is harder than steel right now.
I suck on her clit and feel her start to pump my cock with her hands, taking me deeper in to her mouth. Soon I can hear her gagging and it spurs me on. I drink the delicious nectar that her cunt is releasing, I lap it up. I can’t get enough.
She keeps sucking and I keep fucking her with my tongue, burying my face deep, exploring every inch…and when I feel her take me into her throat, choking herself with my cock, still pumping with her hands, the sensation is almost more than I can bear. I have to stop her or I’ll fire right now, so I slash my tongue across her clit rapidly till her thighs clench around my face like a vise.
I feel her begin to shudder and spasm but she takes my cock deeper, further into her throat and grabs my balls at the same time. It’s too intense. She’s trying to swallow all of me. I think she’s trying to cut off her oxygen to intensify the orgasm.
I’ve never been on the brink like this before. I almost cum, but somehow, I use every bit of restraint and I hold myself back so I don’t explode. It’s excruciating. Pleasure bordering on pain.
Finally, her body relaxes and she pulls away with a huge gasp and takes in a massive breath, like she’s been swimming for the surface and almost didn’t make it. I flip her over and throw her onto the bed. She lands with a bounce.
God, that was incredible. She’s definitely the naughty sister. I reach for the box of condoms and roll one on. My cock is slick with her spit. Deanna is on her elbows looking up at me, panting. She looks like a truck ran over her…but so insanely fuckable I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. She looks so hungry. She’d go another three rounds if I let her. I just want to put my cock inside her.
I go to grab her legs and pull her to me but she escapes and jumps to her knees. “No,” she puts a finger on my chest, “you made me cum, now I’m going to make me cum. Lay down.”
I do as I’m told and then she straddles me. The view is breathtaking. She has amazing tits. Everything is amazing. Her porcelain skin, her hips, her ass, her legs, her neck, her abs. I want to devour every inch of her. She reaches back, grabs hold of my cock and gently slides onto it. She’s soaking wet so I slip in immediately.
Fuck, she’s so tight.
“You’re so fucking big,” she says, “you almost killed me with this thing.”
“YOU almost killed you with that thing,” I say.
“True,” she chuckles. She slowly begins grinding me, moving her hips in slow circles. She feels incredible. She’s so beautiful. Holding back is agony. My balls are as tight as they’re going to get. “You know I almost had you back there,” she thumbs our previous location.
“What do you mean?”
“I almost made you cum.” The grinding intensifies and she bites her lower lip.
“Almost,” I wink. I try to move with her, she taps me on the nose.
“Nope, be still.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and try my best.
“You like it when I choke on your cock, baby?”
“Ugh, don’t call me baby.”
She throws her head back and lets out a throaty laugh, I love her hair like this. Now she starts moving her hips back and forth. “You like it when I choke on your cock, Jackhammer?”
I nod, “That, I can get on board with.” I let out an involuntary grunt, she’s driving me crazy.
“You like that huh? You want more?” She uses more force, this has got to be the best I’ve ever had.
Her tits look so good, I try to sit up to get at them but she pushes me back down and taps me on the nose. It would almost be funny if I weren’t suffering so much.
“You like the way my pussy tastes, Jackhammer?” Every time she talks she just edges me closer. I can’t stand it anymore. “Yeah, you love it. You love that pussy. You love that cunt.”
“Deanna, you’re killing me,” I know she can see my face contorted in all manner of anguish…and she’s loving every minute of it. All she does is give me a mischievous smile, and right then, I know—she owns me.
“I love the way you suck my cunt. I love the way you make me cum.” She leans back and uses her left hand to steady herself, changing the angle, now there’s more pressure on the front walls of her pussy. She really knows what she’s doing. With her right hand she starts playing with her clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
“You ready?” she says.
“I was ready five minutes ago.”
“Okay, let’s go.” She leans forward and puts her hands on my chest to steady herself and then starts bouncing up and down on my cock. I really can’t last much longer.
“Deanna!”
“Not yet!”
She quickens the pace. Then she leans back again, using her left hand to support herself once more and continues the bounce. Her ass is slapping my balls so she really is driving me nuts.
“Deanna!”
“Wait!” She’s close, I can tell from her breathing.
She is so fucking beautiful.
“WAIT.”
Fuck!
“NOW!” She slams into me with force and her thighs tighten against me and she leans forward, but she keeps riding and cries out, “YES! YES! YES!”
I explode into her and I swear her pussy is actually vibrating and milking every last drop of jizz out of me. She shudders and lets out a strangled scream to match the growl that I let out. My brain is on fire! Best orgasm ever! It’s rolling on and on like it won’t stop…and Deanna is still shaking.
Finally, she slows and collapses on top of me. My God. I’m empty.
She lays there for a moment, her head nestled between my neck and shoulder, our sweat mingling, both of us spent. She twitches a couple of times, she drags her lips across my neck then she holds my face and kisses me in that way that she does, she likes to suck my tongue. I like it too. Then she rolls off to my right.
She takes a few breaths while looking up at the ceiling.
We don’t speak.
She looks over at me. I look back, I don’t have any words.
All she says is, “Wow.” …I’m thinking the same thing.
Chapter Six
Deanna
I’m speechless. I’m tingling. I bought the condoms at the pharmacy downstairs, and then I said—fuck it, take a shot. I didn’t think I’d have the best sex I’ve ever had in my whole life. Th
is has raised the bar very fucking high.
Jack is laying there in silence till he says, “Deanna, can I ask you a personal question?” That is the hugest cock I’ve ever seen in real life. I want to play with it now but this doesn’t feel like the moment, he’s being serious. I wonder if there’s such a thing as a dildo model. He could totally audition for that.
“More personal than me choking on your dick? Shoot.”
He laughs. Then he puts his arm around me and pulls me close. This guy has more muscles than America has states.
“Look, it’s been a while for me, and that was…incredible. Like…really, really incredible. I just want to know what your story is.” Uncomfortable pause. “Only if you want to tell me, I know we don’t know each other that well, so it’s okay if you don’t. But…we did just, uh—”
“Why don’t we order up some room service? I’m starving. I didn’t even have breakfast.”
“Yeah, I was going to say that earlier.”
“It’s always better to talk on a full stomach.”
Fuck, how lame is that? I’m naked here and making excuses about food and full stomachs. Now I feel like putting clothes on.
Fuck.
I don’t even have any clean clothes in the room.
Fuck!
I’m not going to run out to borrow stuff from Lilly. I’ll just get a robe. Please, closet, have robes. I get up and run to the closet.
YES!
Robes.
I start getting into one when Jack comes up behind me and turns me around. “Deanna, forget about it, it wasn’t my place to ask. I’ve got shit I don’t want to talk about either. I don’t want to spoil this.” He kisses me like he means it. It’s long and lingering, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his lips on mine. “Forget I asked. I understand.” He reaches in to the closet and pulls out a robe for himself. “So, what’re we having?” He gives me one of his killer smiles and shoots his brow.