by Raquel Belle
I interrupt with a quick barrage of words, “No, no, it’s fine, I’m with the caterers tomorrow and they just switched me at the last minute with Jennifer because she got sick or something and I didn’t know where this place was so I wanted to make sure I had it right because I was late last time and my boss threatened to fire me if I did it again. This is conference room A, right? Can we just—”
Then he stops me, “Hold on, hold on, just relax, alright? It’s okay. This is the right place, come on, I’ll show you.”
“Thanks, man. I really owe you one.”
I check out his name tag as I follow him—Alonso Gomez. We get to a big set of double doors on rails and he slides one open. “This is it here,” he says.
I start bouncing like I need to pee while I peek in to the room. “Thanks a lot dude, this might’ve saved my job.”
“No problem,” he looks at me doing my dance.
“I’ve been holding this for ten minutes,” I tell him with a grimace, “I really need to go, can I use the ladies’ room?”
“I’m not supposed to let anybody inside,” he frowns.
“Please? I’ll only be a minute, come on, man, I’m dying here.”
“Okay, go quick before anyone sees.”
I dart in before he can finish talking and run like my bladder is about to burst.
“HEY! That’s that the men’s room!” I ignore him.
As soon as I’m inside I bolt to the last stall, set the rucksack on the floor, take out the electric screwdriver, stand on the toilet seat and get the vent open—quietly. Then I stash Charlotte’s custom pack inside and reseal the vent, leaving the screws just loose enough to open by hand, but not so loose they’ll look like they’ve been tampered with.
I close up the rucksack, flush the toilet for effect, and even wash my hands. I step outside with a satisfied smile.
“Whew! I thought I was going pee my pants there for sec,” I give him a funny face and he laughs.
“Okay, now hustle out of here before you get me in trouble,” he stands back to let me through the door.”
“Thanks again,” I say, “maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Maybe. Take it easy huh.”
“You too.” I make for the elevator—mission accomplished.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jack
We’re just about done with the suit fitting when we hear a knock on the door. Anton opens it to let Deanna in.
“Piece of cake,” she gives us a broad smile.
“It’s done?” Anton asks.
“Yup.”
“That’s my girl,” I say. It’s like there’s nothing she can’t do.
Deanna comes to me and gives me a quick kiss. “And I even brought back dinner,” she sets a bag down on the table, “want a burger, Anton?”
“I don’t each junk food,” he says as he counts out Mario’s fee in cash. He gestures to Deanna, “This one is proving to be more useful than I’d anticipated, I hope you’re giving her a cut.”
“Yeah, half of my end,” I stroke her back. I haven’t seen her in these shorts before, I’d really like to take them off for her—with my teeth. I love the way they make her legs look…and now I’m thinking about what’s between them.
“Really?” Deanna asks, “what’s that come to?”
“Five-hundred-grand.”
“Wow!” Her eyes grow to the size of saucers, it’s cute. “I’ll be able to pay back David and still have a small fortune left. Thanks, Jack,” she gives me another kiss.
“You’ve certainly earned it,” I say. I wish we were alone, I’m getting hard thinking about her.
After Anton pays Mario, the tailor gives us each a tiny nod and takes his leave, his English isn’t the best so he doesn’t bother with words.
“Well, I am famished,” I say, and reach into the bag, “it’s chow time.” I have no intention of eating this burger, I want to be eating Deanna right now, so I purposely create a situation that necessitates us leaving—without me looking like a horny teenager.
“Not in that suit it’s not,” Anton says.
“He’s right, what if you spill ketchup or something?” Deanna smiles, “It’s a three-thousand-dollar Zegna, and damn…you are looking fine!” She looks me up and down and gives me a naughty grin—maybe she’s thinking the same thing I’m thinking.
“Well, if Anton isn’t joining us for dinner, why don’t we take all this back to our room? I can change out of this and we can eat there.”
“Go on, I’ll see you in the morning,” he says.
We don’t need to be told twice, we grab all our things and leave immediately.
Two minutes later we’re in our own room,
“You look so fucking sexy in this thing, Jackhammer.”
“Yeah?”
“You make this suit look like it costs a million dollars.”
I hurry to get out of the suit and Deanna helps me, we kiss in between as each item comes off—the jacket, the tie, the shirt, the pants.
She pulls off her t-shirt and goes for her shorts but I stop her.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“You look fucking amazing in these shorts.”
She seductively licks her lips in response.
“Don’t take them off yet, I want to do it,” my cock is throbbing in my boxers, I grab Deanna and throw her over my shoulder, she lets out a surprised laugh. I take us to the bed and toss her down on her butt.
Fuck. She is so goddamn sexy. I want to lick every part of her. I want to take my time and make it last. She’s in her bra and the shorts, she looks delicious.
She’s giving me her most fuckable look. I call her to me and she comes forward on her knees, I grab her ass with both hands. This is what those shorts promise you is inside. She really has a great ass, full and voluptuous. I kiss her, deeply, slowly, firmly. I taste her tongue, her lips. I move to her neck and drink in the heat emanating from her skin. I love her neck.
She moans, “Yes, Jackhammer. God, you make me feel so good.”
I undo the pinch clasp on her bra and pull it off, then push her down on the bed to feast on her succulent breasts. If God made a woman just for me—it’s Deanna Madison. Even the sound of her breathing is turning me on.
I move south and bury my nose in her crotch to take a deep whiff of that mesmerizing scent her pussy gives off. I rub my face against the insides of her thighs, nipping and pecking my way down to her calves…they’re like silk… I love the way they feel on my cheeks. I lick and kiss my way to her ankles.
It’s time for the main course.
I unbutton her shorts and inch them down slowly over her pelvis, I kiss her stomach, her navel…it’s like I’m unwrapping a present.
Now I’m just taunting myself, I can’t take it anymore. I hear myself growl and Deanna laughs. I quickly pull the shorts away along with her underwear to reveal her glorious pussy. It’s beautiful, wet and hot and glistening. I throw her legs over my shoulders before I taste her. She gasps, thrusting her hips forward in response. Her juice is ambrosia, it’s honey.
I tease her with a finger and she takes a sharp breath. I use two and hear her pant. She’s more responsive than the most expensive sports car in the world. I love it!
I pull out my fingers dripping and put them in her mouth, then kiss her, hard. She tries to push herself up, hungry for my mouth, but I hold her down. “Shush, I’m not done with you yet.”
She gives me a pleading, desperate look, it only spurs me on.
I go back to her sopping cunt and start sucking. I tongue fuck her and lick out every bit of juice there is, and more keeps coming.
She moans, “Jack, please…”
“No,” I say, “be patient.” I’m taking my time today.
She groans with frustration.
This is not going to be over soon. I’m enjoying it too much.
I start fucking her with my fingers while I lick and suck on her clit. I keep my pace slow, I don’t want her to
cum too fast. I just want to enjoy this. I alternate between a slow, twisting, two-finger thrust and gently digging at the front walls of her pussy from the inside.
It’s not long before she’s holding her head like she’s losing her mind.
“Please, Jack. Please, I need you inside me, I need you. I need you.”
I don’t listen to her. I feel myself smile.
This is my time.
She’s soaking, hot and pulsing. The heat coming from her is like a furnace. Her pussy juice is spilling like it’s from a geyser. Her thighs are wet with it.
“PLEASE JACK!” She half laughs, half cries. “I can’t take it anymore, you’re driving me crazy! I need your cock inside me NOW!”
Okay, now she’s ready.
I stand to peel off my boxers and my cock springs out of its prison throbbing and engorged to the point of almost hurting. Precum is dripping off the head. I grab a condom and roll one on.
“Don’t move,” I tell Deanna.
“Hurry,” she almost cries the word and I laugh. She never takes her eyes off me.
I return and brace myself above her. I enter slowly in missionary, inch by inch. Deanna gasps and grits her teeth.
“Oh God, yes, Jackhammer. Fill me up, fill me up.”
I just hold myself there feeling her wet heat clench and release against me. It’s heaven. I seriously must be dead and in the afterlife because this is the most amazing feeling ever.
I really wish I wasn’t wearing a condom.
Imagine what it would feel like without? If we keep doing this we should talk about birth control.
I look Deanna in the eyes and know I want to stay like this forever.
I kiss her, slowly…then start moving in and out, with long measured strokes.
She moans into my mouth as we go, it’s pure bliss.
This doesn’t feel like fucking, this feels like making love.
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper, then puts her arms around me. I go for her neck again.
“Yes…yes, Jack. I…”
I think she’s going to say it, but she doesn’t. I keep going. I kiss her and put my fingers in her hair. She does the same to me.
Right now, I know, I’m in love with her, but if I say it I could scare her away.
She pulls me closer and grinds against me, slow and sensual.
My thrusts get shorter, my cock slowly exploring every inch of her insides. It’s ecstasy, but also torture. I want this to last forever, but we’ve both been on the edge too long. Its pleasure mixed with pain.
With every breath she takes I feel her getting closer, and so am I.
“Come with me,” she whispers.
I nod.
We hold each other’s gaze and then kiss.
She closes her eyes and lets out a breath, then squeezes me, I feel every muscle in her tighten. I keep pushing into her and finally let my own orgasm come.
It crashes, over and over, like waves against a seawall in a storm. We squeeze each other tighter every time. I feel her shudder beneath me. It’s a sweet release for us both. When the storm passes…we kiss, passionately.
I pull out of her—I wish I didn’t have to—and roll to the side. Deanna cuddles up to me with my arm around her, she throws an arm and a leg over me like always.
We lay there for a while, just breathing, while Deanna draws tiny circles on my chest.
“That was different,” she says.
“Good different or bad different?”
“Good different,” she kisses my shoulder.
I pick up her hand and kiss her knuckles. “Ready to eat?”
“In a little while. This is nice.”
“Yeah.” I feel a smile on my face.
She goes back to playing with the hair on my chest.
I could stay here forever, exactly like this, with Deanna in my arms.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asks.
“Not really,” I say. I’m so happy where I am right now that nothing could worry me. Then I think about my answer and reconsider, “Maybe a little. A lot of things have to go right tomorrow for this to work. We don’t have any contingency plans either. We’ll only have one shot…so we’d better make it count. What about you?”
“Nope. You’re going to kick ass,” she kisses my shoulder again.
I let out a small laugh.
After a long silence she asks, “And what happens after?”
“Hopefully Anton can pay us without too much of a delay, we’ll send Angie, Dina and Beth a million each, then you and I split the last million.
“And after that?” She pulls closer. I turn to her and kiss her forehead.
“I don’t know, I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere? Just the two of us? We could figure out the rest when we get there. What do you think?”
“I think I like the sound of that.” Deanna climbs on top of me for a kiss. It’s one of those good, long kisses. I don’t think she’s afraid of what might be between us anymore. I’ve been waiting for this from the minute I laid eyes on her. I savor it and commit it to memory. It’s one of those moments that carry you through life when nothing else makes sense.
She jumps off me.
“Come on, let’s eat, I’m starving, you really made me burn calories there,” she gives me a bright smile.
“What are you talking about? I did all the work.”
“Jack, an orgasm like that burns at least fifteen hundred calories,” she makes a face to exaggerate, “I think I had three rolled in to one.”
“Fair enough,” I laugh, “mine was pretty incredible too.”
I get off the bed and look for my boxers.
“You okay with the cold burgers or do you want to order room service?” she asks.
“Up to you, I don’t mind either way.”
“Room service then, cold burgers are icky.” Deanna calls downstairs and orders blue cheese and bacon burgers. When she’s done she gives me a naughty look. “We’ve got fifteen minutes, you want to join me in the shower?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Deanna
I wake up on Saturday morning in a mess of limbs with Jack’s arms around me. I feel more content than I ever have in my whole life.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Jack kisses my neck.
I turn around and give him a kiss on lips, “Hey handsome.” I know there’s a goofy smile on my face but I don’t care. I have all the feelings now. “How long have you been up?”
“Oh, just a little while, I didn’t want to move in case I woke you.
I kiss him again and we re-tangle ourselves. I’m in no hurry to leave.
“We’ve got the morning free you know,” he says.
“Really? There’s nothing to do?”
“Nope,” he smiles, “it’s been a while since we’ve had some time off. You want to do something today?”
“Hmm…” I reach down under the covers for his cock, it’s a steel rod, stiff as rebar. “I can think of a few things,” I say, and start stroking and pulling.
He gives me a satisfied groan and closes his eyes.
“Does this thing ever go soft?”
“Not when it’s near you,” he chuckles.
“Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?” I throw off the covers and position myself at his gigantic tool, “Just lay back, relax and let Deanna take care of you.”
Jack gives me a contented sigh and puts his hands behind his head, smiling.
I kiss the precum of his head and feel him tense. I squeeze him and more comes out, I lick it off. I lick the length of his shaft till I get to his balls and take one in my mouth while I keep stroking. I roll my tongue around it.
“Ooh.” Jack growls.
“You like that?”
“Yeah,” the word comes out strained.
I do the same with his other ball, rolling my tongue around it in my mouth while I keep stroking his shaft. He shuts his eyes and pushes toward me. After
a while I change tactics, taking him into my mouth while I pump his saliva covered cock with a twisting motion using both hands. He grunts and thrusts his hips.
I keep going, sucking at his head, twisting and pumping. I can’t take too much of him in from this angle, either I’d break his dick or I’d break my neck.
I love deep-throating him though, so I flip over and sit on his chest. I know my pussy is dripping so I tell him, “Don’t touch, just enjoy.”
“Touching is enjoying,” he says. I feel two fingers enter me, it feels good.
“Okay, but don’t get too excited,” I laugh, “I’m having fun too!”
“Yes ma’am.”
I take him in my mouth again and start working his shaft with the twist, pull and pump. Jack delicately toys with my pussy behind me.
He’d better behave himself.
From this angle I have better access, I start sucking his cock in earnest, pumping with my mouth. I use my hands to cup and pull at his balls. I take him further every time, but I’m doing it slow. Jack doesn’t have a monopoly on torture, so I’m giving him a taste of his own medicine.
I feel him pulse and go more rigid each time, it’s wonderful. I know I’ve got him in near agony. I take him so deep I can pull his balls to my nose. I hear him groan and I slowly pull away, then I do it again and suck all his length on the way out. I keep going, taking him all the way in and sucking all of him as I come out, I love the way it feels. I go again and then hold myself there, I pull on his balls and feel him jerk and stiffen.
“Deanna,” he groans.
I hold on till I’m about to choke and then pull away for a breath. I do it three more times, taking him all the way and holding till I can’t anymore, then sucking with the pressure of a vacuum, slowly, my lips tight on him on the way out. I’m loving it.
Jack’s breathing is going nuts, I think he’s about ready. I jump off him and pick up a condom from the nightstand.
“Stay,” I tap him on the nose. He looks exhausted.
I get between his legs and roll the condom on before straddling him. He looks frazzled. “Are you getting me back for last night?”