Take it Deep (Take 2)

by Jaimie Roberts

  “These are compliments of, Mr Belatoni. He said he wished Ana a very happy birthday, and he wishes that all her dreams come true.”

  I was shocked. I looked up to the waitress and she was smiling at my obvious surprised expression.

  “No fucking way. Ana, we need to talk, why is Mr Sex on Legs buying you champagne?”

  I told her about what happened earlier in the pool area and she scowled at me.

  “Ana, you bitch, I hate you.”

  The waitress pours us and Tom a glass and then retreats back to the bar.

  “Whoever he is, he has great taste in champagne. I think these are worth about $100 a bottle.”

  I stared at Tom, my mouth agape. Jessie just narrowed her eyes, but then smiled.

  “Well, here’s to Mr Sex on Legs.”

  She pulls her glass up in the air and I clink with her. We both look at Tom and he shakes his head.

  “I am not toasting to that, I don’t swing that way. Are you sure I can’t convince you two?”

  We both glare at Tom and shout “No” again and he just shrugs his shoulders and walks off.

  “Well, I think he’s finally given up on us now. Some other poor victim will have to deal with him. Seriously though, Ana, he was fucking hot.”

  We clink glasses again and I take a sip. The bubbles are going down a treat.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  We look up and find Jerry standing in all his glory smiling adoringly at Jessie. She jumps out of her chair and moves in for a hug.

  “Baby, I didn’t think you were coming.”

  He squeezes her in, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  She moves in for a kiss and I put two fingers in my mouth. She noticed me and scolds me.

  “Ana, you know all you have to do is make one phone call and Jake would be here in no time at all giving you the action you so sorely need right now. You’re like a walking hormone.”

  I gasped, “Jessie, that’s cruel.”

  “Cruel yes, but you know the saying don’t you, Missy? You have to be cruel to be kind.”

  Jerry notices the champagne and looks at Jessie confused.

  “It’s from one of Ana’s admirers. He’s some Italian rich guy staying the Presidential Suite.” She looks at him and rolls his eyes.

  “Mr Belatoni. I would stay away from him if I were you.”

  We both looked at him in shock.

  “He’s on business here with the owner and is not a man to be messed with. I’m serious, Ana, stay away from him.”

  My eyes bulged, but I could tell he looked pretty concerned. “It’s okay, Jerry. I only had a very brief conversation with him earlier, that’s all. I’m not getting married to the guy or anything, so don’t worry about it. I doubt I’ll ever see him again anyway.”

  Satisfied there was nothing more to say, Jerry went back to smooching with Jessie when Michael comes over with who I can only assume was Lisa. She looked really nice. She has blonde hair like me, and deep blue eyes. She was a couple of inches smaller and a little rounder than me, but she was pretty. Very pretty.

  “Ana, Jessie, this is Lisa.”

  I get out of my seat and shake her hand. “We were just talking about you earlier so your ears must have been burning.” She smiles and her eyes sparkle.

  “I hope they were all nice things?”

  She looks toward Michael and he pulls her in for a hug, kissing her lightly on the lips.

  “Of course,” I say pleased for them both. I pour Michael and Lisa a glass of champagne and they thank me.

  Michael is soon distracted for a moment by Tom, so he moves away with Lisa. He turns his head to face me and I give him the thumbs up. He smiles and carries on walking.

  I turn my attention back to Jessie, who by now has her tongue down Jerry’s throat. She pulls away and looks at me blushing.

  “Fancy a lesson on the pole?” She asks.

  “Do I ever,” I say like an excited child.

  She grabs my hand and leads the way to the little steps approaching the stage.

  The first girl we come to was called Tabatha and she seemed really nice with brown hair and brown eyes. She had very big breasts, but then I suppose she made it that way considering what she does for a living.

  “Hey girls, come to see how it’s done?”

  We both nod our heads and surprisingly, Mandy comes to join us.

  “Mandy, I didn’t think you would come up here.”

  “I’m drunk,” she smiles.

  “Okay, that’ll do it,” I say laughing.

  We turn our attention back to the pole dancer, where she starts spinning around the pole so fast, it was hard to keep track of her. Mandy staggered a bit watching her, and I had to pull her up to stop her from stumbling. “Do you want to go first?” I ask laughing.

  “Okily dokily.”

  Mandy grabs on to the pole and swings.

  She was actually pretty good. All the boys below us were cheering and Mandy was getting braver and braver. She started to wiggle her hips to the music and Jessie and I was just standing there astounded.

  “Shit girl, look at you. I bet you’re a secret tiger in the bedroom.”

  She beamed at Jessie. “I have some talents, yes,” and giggles.

  “Tabatha, can you go upside down? I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that,” I ask.

  “Sure thing, watch closely.” She grabs the pole and swings around a couple of times before throwing herself up in the air, and wrapping her shapely legs around the pole. Her brown hair is dangling as she slides down the pole to the bottom of the floor.

  “Wow, that was amazing. I’m not sure I could do that.”

  She gets up and motions for me to take the pole.

  “Go on girl,” Jessie shouts. “You can do it.”

  She winks at me and I grab hold of it. The boys start cheering again and at first I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. I swing around and lift my feet up in the air landing rather gracefully. Jessie whoops and Mandy cheers me on. I hold onto the pole suggestively lowering myself down when I hear Tom shout, “Fuck yeah.”

  We all start laughing and it makes me a little braver so I decide to try Tabatha’s move. I grab the pole and somehow manage to swing myself upside down and wrap my legs around the pole. I look toward Jessie hanging and she bends over to give me the thumbs up. I loosen my grip on the pole a little and I start to slide down.

  Everyone is going crazy in the room and I’m feeling great knowing I have all these people celebrating my birthday with me.

  I eventually get to the floor and Jessie helps to hook me up.

  “That was pretty cool. You have to have a lot of upper body strength for that, so well done.”

  I beam at Tabitha and the crowd cheers again.

  Jessie takes her turn, but she couldn’t do much as she was wearing a dress. I was starting to feel thankful that I thought of this short suit, as not only was it very comfortable, it helped hide me in all the right places.

  Jessie did well though and got the crowd going. Jerry was standing amongst them looking proud. It tugged on my heart a little, and again I started feeling miserable because I missed Jake.

  “I know that face,” Jessie said. “Come on, let’s drink some more champagne.”

  We thanked Tabatha and she pulled my arm off the stage toward the table.

  Mandy came to sit next to me and Jerry slid next to Jessie.

  “You looked great out there baby. Very sexy.”

  Jessie purred the words “Thank you,” and got out her phone.

  “Excuse me for a moment; I need to make a phone call.”

  She gets up to leave the three of us and I pour a glass for Jerry and Mandy. They both thank me and we all take an appreciative sip. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, Jerry, but you and Jessie look so good together.”

  He smiled, “Not at all, she’s perfect.”

  Mandy places her hand on her heart and says “Aww, that’s so lovely.”

  Jess
ie soon returns and motions me onto the dance floor. We start dancing and wiggling our hips to the beat. I was having so much fun, I felt I had to show my gratitude. “Jessie, this was perfect, thank you.”

  She smiles, “It isn’t over yet, Missy,” and winks at me.

  After a few dances with Jamal and Brian we go back to the champagne and start drinking.

  “This is just perfect. Well done you for seducing the Italian stallion, even if he is dangerous.”

  “Jessie, I didn’t seduce him, he’s just being kind that’s all.” I pull her over to the stage and Tabatha starts to do a little dance for us. I get out some dollar bills and she comes over swinging her hips towards me. I place $10 in her G-string and she winks and walks away dancing. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” I say.

  Jessie looks at me like I’ve suddenly grown two heads. “You’re so weird at times, do you know that?”

  I feel someone’s hand grip my waist and when I turn around, James is standing there.

  “That was sexy as hell. Do you think you could go up there and put on a show with the stripper girl for us?”

  I push him away and he starts laughing. “James, you’re disgusting. Why do men always find two women such a turn on?” He starts licking his lips and looking over my body. I roll my eyes.

  “You’re hot, she’s hot, the combination of the two would be electric. Why don’t you come to the toilets with me for a minute?”

  I gasp, “James, fuck off. I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re just as bad as Tom.”

  Jessie starts laughing, “Only for a minute, James. Is that how long you’ll last?”

  I start laughing, but kick myself for not falling into that one myself.

  Chapter 17

  Later on the party is still in full swing and the dancers leave the stage to take their well earned rest.

  They join the gang of boys—which they shared full delight in—while Jessie and I carried on dancing.

  “Jessie, this was the best birthday party I have ever had. I’ll never forget it, thank you.” She leans in for a hug and as we do, “Got to be real” by Cheryl Lynn comes blasting out the speakers.

  “Come on,” Jessie shouts.

  She pulls me onto the stage and we start dancing around the pole again, sliding up and down. We’re practically mating with it, we’re so brazen. We’re giggling and laughing so hard that I almost pee myself.

  The song comes to an abrupt end and I’m still in a state of giggles. I haven’t laughed this hard since Jake and I were together. Just as that thought entered my head the song, “Feelin Love” by Paula Cole came on.

  My laughter abruptly stopped and my stomach tightened in knots. I stood frozen and looked over at Jessie who just seemed confused. This was the song I danced to when Jake was handcuffed to his chair. The same dance I wore my red shoes to—the same ones I’m wearing right now.

  I started feeling queasy and Jessie was looking at me questioningly. I shake my head at her as that is all I can do not to fall apart. The ache to have Jake here was all too consuming now it hurt.

  The crowd is still cheering and I know I must do something soon, but my body is glued to the spot. I look to Jessie for help, but she is looking elsewhere, a smile spread across her lips. I see movement in the corner of my eye and when I turn it’s a hand held out toward me. Not just any hand, Jake’s hand.

  He looks at me with those piercing green eyes and I melt then and there. He knows what this song means and he’s come to rescue me, just like he always does. I am not willing it, but a single tear drops down my face and my body reacts to his hand instantly. Without any thought at all, I grab it and he helps me down.

  He pulls me through all the people and out the door. We get to the elevator and wait for the ping, my mind is racing, but my body is taking over completely. We get in, his hand still clasped in mine. We don’t say a word to each other as the doors open to the 8th floor and we reach what I can only imagine must be Jake’s room.

  He puts the key card in and pulls me through the door. The room is dark, but Jake doesn’t take a moment to switch the light on. All I can see is the silhouette of him and I through the moonlight pouring into the room. He presses his body up against mine and at last my voice is found, “Jake, I—”

  He stops me talking by kissing me gently. He pulls away and says one word. One word that held me hostage and yielded to his touch. One word that willed my mind, body and soul to relent.

  “Stay.”

  He feels my body instantly relax and takes this opportunity to give us both what we have been missing, for what seemed like an eternity in hell. He finds my mouth again and I take it hungrily. He strokes my face so lovingly that the hunger suddenly stops.

  I realize then that he wants to savor every moment of us together. He’s trying to make the feeling last that bit longer, and I totally understand.

  I pull my hand up to his face and stroke it also. He leans his face in and kisses it, then trails kisses all the way up my arm until he finds my neck. I gasp at the feeling of his lips on mine. He knows that’s exactly where he can kiss me and I’ll just cave. It’s my weak spot and he’s taking full advantage of it now.

  I moan out, “Jake,” as he still kisses me in that one spot that’s rendered me his—that always renders me his.

  He moves his head to the other side of my neck and starts kissing again. He gently strokes his fingers down both arms and I shudder. I think I’m either going to come or faint I’m so turned on right now. But there is one other feeling overriding the lust I know I always feel with Jake.

  Adoration.

  I more than love this man; I adore him with every fiber of my being. He is my one.

  Through his kisses he utters the words, “I love you, Ana-Lucia Sinclair. I never want to let you go.”

  My body explodes unable to take much more. I pull his hand up to the buttons on my suit and he immediately complies, unbuttoning each one slowly and methodically.

  I pull at his belt on his jeans and lift his shirt above his head. He finds my mouth again and before I know it, the suit has slipped to the floor. His jeans fall with them and Jake slowly bends down kissing my chest, toward my belly and down my thighs.

  Both hands find my hips as he very slowly pulls my panties down to my feet, all the while kissing my legs every step of his way down.

  I have this sudden thought that this must be the first time he hasn’t ripped them from me. He’s deliberately being slow and gentle, as if to capture every single millisecond of our time together.

  I ease my feet out and he greets me with the same torture on the way back up to my lips.

  He wraps his arms around my back and swiftly unhooks my bra, forcing the straps down slowly with his fingers. My breasts greet him, hungry for his touch. He takes a nipple into his mouth and I cry out, “Jake,” again as it’s the only comprehensible thing I can say.

  I greedily run my fingers through his hair and down his back. He growls in my mouth and I leap up throwing my arms around him. He catches me straight away and places me gently on the bed.

  I feel how hard he is and it’s so solid, it is almost painful digging into my groin. My sex instantly reacts throbbing in agony at his waiting cock. It’s almost like it's making me suffer for the loss without it for so long.

  He strokes my face again and I can’t help the tears that instantly fall to his fingers.

  “Ana, please don’t cry. I want to kiss away the tears and take the pain away. Please let me take the pain away.”

  His words rip at my heart and the need for him becomes too much.

  “Jake, please make love to me.”

  He pushes himself in and I gasp knowing it’s been so long since I had him inside me. He stays for a moment, his beautiful cock still, and beating in my wanton, hot pussy.

  “Ana, you’re so beautiful. I want to give you the stars.”

  He kisses my mouth again and starts moving. I instantly cry out as the feeling is so exquisite, it’s almost pa
inful.

  “I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed being inside you and the way you feel. I miss the sounds you make when I make love to you. I miss being near you, having you close. I’ve missed everything about you.”

  His loving words and the feel of him inside me, I know is going to push me over the edge soon. The way he slides himself into me with each stroke is almost like eating chocolate when you’ve been away from it for so long. With each piece it’s one delicious bite after another, filling the craving you been longing for, for so long. My senses are hyper aware as I feel every single part of his skin on mine. The way he moves up and down on me with each heavenly thrust.

  “Jake,” I cry as it is the only thing I can say as my body climbs and climbs.

  He feels me getting close and so ups his pace a little. My legs go rigid and the tingles are all over my body and swimming in my head, until I see the beautiful stars I’ve been longing to reach for so long.

  My hands grip on Jake’s bottom pulling him into me harder with each thrust.

  “Ana,” Jake cries and that’s enough for me to explode.

  I scream out his name coming over and over, and my pussy acts as a suction on his cock, pulling him deeper and deeper into me. Jake goes faster and I know it’s not going to be long before he’s right there with me.

  “Ana,” he grunts as he releases his beautiful come inside me. After a few more thrusts he collapses on top of me, both of us panting and sweaty.

  We lay with each other for a while, none of us saying anything as there is nothing that needs to be said.

  We take time stroking each other for what seemed like hours before I could hear the familiar deep breathing sounds from Jake. He is fast asleep.

  I watch him for a while taking in his beauty. He looks so serene when he’s asleep, like there is no care in the world. What I wouldn’t give to have that kind of serenity throughout my days. I smile taking in every single molecule of his features, thinking how much I loved this man, it hurt. An unwelcome stab of pain hits me as I realized just how terrified I felt at that moment. The fear gripped me worse than any moment I had with Tony when he abducted me and tried to kill me on that unforgettable day.