The Pursuit of Passion (Taylor & Adam)

by Liv Bennett

  “I’m Adam.” I take her hand and kiss it, trying to guess the rules of her new game. Is she acting like a stranger I’m supposed to pick up at the bar?

  She pulls her hand away gently, while watching the bartender pour her drink. The damn sucker is taking his time to fill her glass, of course, sizing up the top of her breasts spilling out of her low-cut dress. He can forget about getting a tip from me for checking out my date. I clutch the glass of whiskey in front of me to keep my hand from punching him in the face and take a sip to cool down.

  Taylor turns to me with a serious expression that I have only seen in board meetings. Otherwise, she always has that indifferent look, as though she doesn’t give a damn shit about the world.

  “As we discussed over the phone earlier, my price for a night is one thousand dollars,” she whispers, leaning in close to me.

  I barely register her words, as I’m momentarily distracted by her milky white cleavage that’s pointed toward me. But, when I re-play her words in my mind, I choke and spit the drink from my mouth.

  “What are you talking about? Will you charge me a thousand dollars for sleeping with you?” I try to speak as quietly as possible, but heads turning in my direction proves just the contrary.

  “Why do you expect to get my services for free? This is a business deal. I’m a call girl, and you’re my client. I don’t care if you’re the next governor of California; you have to pay like every other client.”

  Oh, right. This is part of her game. So, I must say something along the lines to keep the game going. Think, think, think. “Do you accept a check? I don’t have enough cash with me.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Despite the fact that we agreed on the price on the phone.”

  I pull out my checkbook and a pen. “I’ll pay you one hundred dollars more if you accept a check.” After all it’s a game, right? I can pay her a million imaginary dollars if she wants me to. Hell, I’d pay her millions of real dollars if that’s what she wanted.

  “Whatever.” She watches me when I write down the amount and sign.

  “What did you say your last name was, Jolette?”

  “Keep that part empty.” She pulls the checkbook from my hand, methodically tears the check out of it, and hands it back to me. “I’m at your service for the next twelve hours. You can do whatever you want with me.”

  “Whatever?” I arch an eyebrow, trying to guess what that whatever might include.

  “Whatever,” she repeats.

  I lean in and whisper to her ear, “Even anal sex, bondage, and dominance?”

  I’m very curious to see her reaction. She turns and faces me, without any annoyance or surprise readable on her face. “You’ll have to pay extra for those.”

  “How much more?”

  “Those are in the five-digit range and must be requested in advance.”

  “I see.” I wonder what, then, constitutes everything for tonight. I guess I’ll see when I express my wishes.

  “Are you sure you want to spend your precious hours here? We can go somewhere quiet.”

  I consider the options while busying my hands with the whiskey glass; otherwise I’m afraid they’ll make a move that might scare her off. “I’ve always had a thing for public sex.”

  “Oh, no. I don’t want to get arrested or appear on Youtube.”

  “Not that kind of public sex. I’ll tell you in the car.” I help her down from the stool, leave a twenty-dollar bill for the drinks, and hold her hand while we head out. I swear most of the men in the club throw jealous glares at me, and those who don’t, I’m sure, are gay.

  My heart is pounding hard against my chest as if a mountain bear had been chasing me for hours. I turn the key in the ignition and inhale the sweet scent of Taylor filling my car.

  Taylor, a.k.a Jolette, has already buckled up and is reading something on her phone, her other hand caresses her cleavage. Her beautiful legs are crossed, the knees pointing toward me. If the behavior analysts aren’t wrong about body language, she’s into me.

  I can have her here and now, without going to any trouble of waiting or looking for a parking slot wherever we go. And, it’d be just fine as any other fantasy because it’s her. The woman I’ve loved for so many years that it even hurts having her sit this close to me, sharing the same air with me. I can’t remember the other women in my past giving me the same feeling and don’t even want to imagine the others I might have in the future. If only she could love me back with a fraction of the amount I love her, I wouldn’t lay my eyes on another woman ever again.

  She used to be prettier, I notice. Her hair that once was reaching down to her waist is now barely below her shoulders. Her curves used to be smoother and more prominent. Now, she’s nearly all skin and bones, as if she’s stopped eating all together. And, she used to laugh a lot and make others laugh, too. Now, I’m lucky if I can induce a shy smile from her lips.

  I wish she could be her old self again.

  I wish I could make her happy again.

  I decide to dampen my desire for her so she can enjoy this role-playing game of hers. Yet, I can’t pass on those cherry-red lips pursing like they want to be kissed. Smiling, I reach over and tilt her chin up to me until she’s facing me. Her lips part with surprise; her eyes grow bright with anticipation. As she moves her lips to speak, I press my mouth onto hers. Her tongue finds mine easily and begins massaging it.

  I’m loving the new Taylor who’s making no attempt to disguise her interest in getting laid by me. Never in a million years would I think she’d give herself to me willingly, although I could never stop hoping. And, my hope gave its first fruits. I grasp her hair at the back of her head to better angle her mouth right below mine, licking her lips, sucking her tongue, swallowing her shameless little moans. Her hands rise to the buttons of my shirt and unbutton the first one before I can stop her.

  “Not yet, baby.” I pull away and wink at her, dazzled by the lustful glow on her face.

  Although I’m more than thrilled having her by my side and with the prospect of being inside her, I can’t push away the thoughts of losing her again the next day. How I wish she were mine completely, not just for this moment of pleasure, but every time, loving me the way I love her, with the passion I adore her.

  Will she ever come close to viewing me as someone who could make her forget her pain? Will she ever find a place for me in her heart, beside Jack?

  I wipe my lips with my fingers and run the engine. Our first stop is a movie theater. She’s fidgeting with her hands, while I try to pick the least popular movie just by the name. Who’d have thought reading movie critiques would be this essential for sexual experiences?

  A group of women in the ticket line grab my attention, and I listen carefully to hear which movie they’re going to see. For being a Saturday night, it’s clear that all the movies will be at least half full. I’d rather have sex with Taylor surrounded by women than some pervert men peeping on us.

  Taylor elbows me in the ribs when she catches me staring toward the women. I love to make her jealous, if that’s what she’s feeling. I go ahead and buy tickets for the same movie as those women did. It turns out to be a ‘Sex and the city’ type of romantic comedy. And, yes, I watched both of the Sex and the City movies, thanks to my sisters.

  I keep my hand at the small of Taylor’s back, as we hurry to the salon to get the best seats on the back row. I must be the luckiest guy tonight, because the majority of the watchers are women, except for three men that I imagine were forced to tag along with their wives or girlfriends. The last two rows have only a middle-aged woman as an occupant, and I don’t mind if she watches us in action.

  Taylor and I sit in the middle of the back raw. As soon as the lights are out, I throw a hand around her neck and indulge in her sweet mouth. I love kissing her, feeling her soft, full lips curling under mine, her tongue surrendering all too quickly to my furious intrusion. Soon, those lips will be sucking my erection. She can’t even begin to grasp the intensity of my d
esire and lust for her.

  Between our heavy breathing, my hands roam down over to her breasts. I’d suck and bite them until they harden, if her dress had buttons over them. But right now, I’m forced to enjoy them only through the fabric of her dress.

  While I squeeze her breast with one hand, I run the other one on her back toward her buttocks. She’s squirming and digging her fingers into my biceps as her lips are massaging mine. Just like me, she’s lost in our kisses, not caring about the audience barely ten feet away from us. Her tongue is eagerly tasting and exploring inside my mouth, and her breasts poke forward, yearning to be touched.

  She won’t let me pull away even for a second, not that I intend to. I can feel desire rolling off of her like furious waves, as she presses her chest against mine. She’s shivering under my hungry touches, although her skin is burning hot. All week long, I was agonizing over whether she’d agree to let me have her one more time, only to find she was burning with the same level of desire.

  My hand traces down the side of her thigh, longing to feel her between her legs where she was soaking wet last Saturday. Her skin is smooth and silky, like feathers. My lips glued to hers the whole time, I rub my hands all over her legs, then let them wander toward her sex. Her breathing intensifies as I reach up and touch her and… feel no fabric. Hell, isn’t she wearing any panties?

  Shocked and thrilled, I tear my lips from hers and pull at the hem of her dress to get a glance of her. The sight of the swollen lips of her labia glittering with her juices in the dim light of the theater sends me into a complete head spin. My cock grows throbbing hard at the thought of her sitting right beside me all this time without panties; at the club, in the car, and now here. A few heads turn toward us at my loud groan, as I slide a finger through her slit and see her shudder at my touch.

  My cock is so hard and wanting, a simple blow job won’t do it anymore. I’ll have to fuck her properly to ease the tension burning my balls.

  She sighs between her teeth and pushes my hand further between her legs. I lick her lips, chin, and down her throat, as I slide two fingers deep inside her. She jerks at the assault, but her legs snap firmly around my hand, locking it in place. Her inner muscles tighten with each thrust of my fingers, and she shoves her hips against my hand. Her eyes lose focus and her lips part widely with a restrained moan, when I hit a sweet spot. She’s so fucking arousing when she loses herself that I grip her hair with my free hand and pull her to me to capture her lips while pushing harder on the same spot with my other hand.

  My fingers continue fucking her until she can’t control her groans. Pulling them out, I lick them, savoring the sweet delicacy of her lust for me. “We’re leaving. Now!”

  Hazy and dizzy, she smoothes her dress and falls into step beside me. Outside, I find an employee, a tall, slim guy with blond hair, and squeeze a hundred bucks in his hand so that he finds us a private space. He glances at Taylor, squinting, then leads us to what seems to be a storage room, and leaves us alone.

  I close the door while enjoying Taylor’s just-finger-fucked look. She has no idea what is awaiting her, though she might think she does. Her breathing accelerates, when I approach her and grab her hands. She flinches at the suddenness of my move, but lets me flip her and pin her face-first against the wall. I unbutton and unzip my jeans, shoving them down together with my boxers, release my stiff cock, and rub its tip along her wet and hot slit.

  “You, saucy little cunt, tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” I whisper to her ear, and she utters a loud moan as if I just slammed my erection into her.

  “Tell me,” I repeat, pushing the tip inside her.

  She jerks and pushes her ass against my groins. “Very much.” Her answer comes out muffled.

  I smile at the weakness of her voice, though it makes my knees go loose for a split second. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be unfuckable for days. And, when you think you’re too sore to even walk, I’ll fuck you again. Are you ready for it?”

  “Yes.”

  I take a tight grip of her hips, spread her legs wider with my knee, and ram my shaft inside her with all my might. She cries from the top of lungs. She’s a screamer all right. Her pussy is so tight that I have to pull out all the way, or I won’t be able to drill her as I wish. She screams and mumbles incoherent words that drive me crazier than ever. Inhaling a sharp breath of air, I shove my cock back in, rotate my hips, making circles inside her, giving her time to adjust to the pressure, and then begin thrusting in and out.

  My hands wander ruthlessly over her stomach down to her sex to satiate her hunger for more. Her body arches over mine, her hands pressing fiercely against my arms as if she wants to have my hands inside of her alongside my cock. She’s that insatiable.

  I plunge into her harder, for all the years I couldn’t have her, for all nights she lay under Jack, and for all the love I could have given her.

  The warmth and the wetness of her snug insides, her constant moans that you can’t tell whether from pain or pleasure, the way she moves in rhythm with my thrusts; it all feels surreal, and so much better than every dream I’ve ever had. I felt an abrupt urge to give her more pleasure, hoping it’ll take her out of the darkness she’d lost herself in.

  “You’re my filthy whore. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to remember your name.” And him.

  She reacts with another loud moan and calls out my name. My name, not Jack’s name. She’s completely immersed in my presence; she’s with me with her body and her mind, rather than dreaming of Jack or wishing I was him. The feeling of triumph is so intense that I want to shout out how much I love her.

  Out of the blue, her words at the breakfast table at her condo echo in my ears. “I wouldn’t get pregnant anyway. I haven’t ovulated for ages.” Not the most arousing words to remember in the middle of fucking, but my cock twitches and throbs and my balls ache at the challenge of impregnating her infertile womb. And suddenly, all I can think of is coating her insides with my full load, shooting my strongest, most able sperm deep into her to conquer her womb.

  With a renewed determination to bombard her with more pleasure, to open up and revive her womb, I rub circles around her clitoris, bite and suck her earlobe, and squeeze her breast all the while thrusting my erection deeper into her.

  She’s shuddering and trembling helplessly as her inner muscles are enveloping my cock tightly, squeezing and milking it eagerly for my seed.

  “Harder, Adam, harder. I’m about to come.”

  “You’ll get what you wish for.” My balls constrict with the need to blow and deposit my baby-making release into her cervix, but I keep thrusting into her with long, slow, and hard strokes, until no nerve ending inside her goes unstimulated. As her muscles begin clenching wildly around my length, I explode and shoot my full load deep inside her.

  I collapse onto her against the wall, breathless and sweaty, but keep my cock inside her a little longer to allow more time for the sperm to strike her ovaries. Just the thought of giving her something Jack couldn’t give makes my penis stir and swell again.

  We stay pressed up to the wall until we catch our breaths. Unwillingly, I pull out my semi-hard penis, pull up my boxers and jeans, and gather her against my chest. The hair in her wig is harsh against my skin, and I’d rather smell the strawberry scent of her own hair, but I ignore it in order to not spoil the beauty of moment.

  Locked in each other’s arms, we walk to the restrooms, and I wait for her while she gets herself straightened up. When she comes out she avoids my gaze, her cheeks flashing beet red, matching the color of the wig on her head. Perhaps the fresh memories of our fuck make her shy, or she just doesn’t want to reveal to me how much she enjoyed me having the upper hand.

  I wonder whether she’s sore down there. It’s highly likely, given the level of the tightness of her sex. My cock twitches with need to be inside her again and stretch out her stiff muscles. I don’t remember being so hot for another woman, and I can’t imagine I can e
ver get hotter than this for someone else. Simply impossible.

  I pull her by the waist and whisper to her ear, “Can I take you to my place?”

  “Sure,” she says, her eyes still on the floor.

  I slip a finger under her chin to lift her face. Her features are soft, her expression full of contentment and pleasure with a tint of shyness. Her eyes reluctantly find mine, and I know she’d rather close them to hide the passion sparkling in them from me. I love the way she’s trying to keep a part only for herself, even after opening up to me at the most primal level. But, more than that, I love how she can’t succeed, even if she tries hard. I’ll break her defenses one by one and make her mine in every sense.

  I lower my head to suck her swollen lips one last time, before we set off to the parking lot. Opening the door of the passenger seat, I watch her enter the car with so little grace that her slit becomes visible as she pulls her legs inside. She sends me a knowing glance through the window, while I close the door. As soon as I get inside the car, I put the key in the ignition but don’t turn it just yet. I gaze her bare legs as she starts to pull the seat belt.

  “Don’t buckle up yet,” I say. She drops the belt and faces me. “Pull up your dress,” I order, and she pulls the hem of it only a little bit and stops when it’s barely covering her pelvis. I shake my head and smirk at her intimidation. “Up to your waist.” Fixing my eyes between her legs, I envision how wet it still must be with my sperm as she unravels it ever so slowly.

  She’s such a tease.

  Her legs are crossed, so I can’t see anything, just the creamy, perfectly waxed mound.

  “Spread your legs.” My heartbeats accelerate with anticipation, in spite of the fact that I fucked her less fifteen minutes ago. She uncrosses her legs slowly and spreads them apart.

  I tilt my head down to get a better view of her slick. “Touch yourself.”

  What a better way to break one of her defenses than to make her touch herself in front of me until she shudders with bliss. And, this time she can’t hide her face in my chest like she climaxed on my leg yesterday in the meeting room. I look up at her face and see her eyebrows pulled together, forming deep lines in between.