by Amy Brent
“I don’t believe it. If you’re not careful, you’re going to leave me in pieces.” He was slightly worried that she was going to break the skin, but what he didn’t realize was that this was not her first rodeo. Riding a man to completion was an art form and one that she required complete concentration. “I can feel you working me over and I have no idea how you’re doing that. I don’t know, if I’m coming or going, but I got a feeling that you’re going to find out sooner than later.” The liquor was causing him to move with the motion of a man possessed by a woman that had turned me into a gibbering idiot.
He found his manhood by turning her over and placing her feet onto his shoulders. He looked down to see that they were joined at the hip and the feeling was indescribable. He pushed forward with his knees planted on the leather couch. He buried himself repeatedly and watched her face turn from mild amusement to orgasmic contortions. Her eyes were closed and she was throwing her head from side to side, while he appealed to her sexual nature.
They were already sweaty and it didn’t even occur to them that time meant absolutely nothing. In their inebriated state, they could continue to give, as good as they were getting. “I’ve been sick of the same old kind of sex. It’s boring. I need a real man that can take control…take control.” She licked her lips to find any kind of moisture, as she screamed and buried her teeth into his neck through the shirt that was hanging barely on his frame.
He could feel the motion of her sex going out of control. His knob was flared like that of a beast ready to let go. He tried to hold on, but then it became an effort just to keep going an inch at a time. He felt like they needed time, so he did the only thing that he could under the circumstances. He pulled free to see that he was on the edge. The color of his shaft had turned this angry purple and the knob looked like it was going to explode at any second. “I don’t want to ruin this and you deserve better than that. I can make this something more than what I have with other girls. I should just take you and fuck you, until I cum inside that sweet little hole of yours. For some reason I want to prolong that from happening. I want to enhance this experience and leave you with a lasting reminder of our time together.” He didn’t dare touch himself, or that would’ve been the last thing that he would ever do.
Josie was looking at him strangely and couldn’t quite believe that he had the forethought to pull away at the last second. She saw that it was throbbing and in need of some kind of relief, but he was denying himself that pleasure for the sake of making this last longer. She was tempted to grab it and to see it fire off like a cannon, but what she wanted most of all was for her idol to man up.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t just throw your hands up in defeat. This is my idea of celebrating and living my life. I think that it’s time that we hit the floor. We can do it like they do on the discovery channel.” She could see the confusion in his eyes, but that turned to elation, as she got into the position of the doggy style. She wiggled her butt and winked at him over her shoulder. She had her hands over the glass coffee table with her breasts pressing into the surface. Her nipples were squashed underneath her, but then she felt his hands touching her and then peeling away her resistance.
“Never let it be said that I don’t give the girl what she wants.” The scuffing of his knees on the wood underneath him was nothing. The liquor that was inducing this kind of reaction had also caused him to feel no pain. The only thing that he was worried about was how long he was going to last, as he buried himself and held still with the quivering lips now working him into a frenzy.
“I’m going to take it all night and I’m going to be the last one standing.” This was her personal dare to make him work his best and not phone it in for the sake of his own pleasure. “I just want it all and I’m not going to settle for second best. Put your hands on my ass and fuck me hard. Oh yeah…I can feel your shaft inside me. If I were to touch your balls at this precise moment, I doubt that you would be able to hold back.” Payton was paying homage to her body like no man had ever done before. She had fears that this night would be a dismal disappointment, but it wasn’t even close to that.
“I hope that you will remember…MEEEEEEE.” Payton was gritting his teeth and trying every trick in the book to stop himself from feeling that overload of stimulus. She gave him that wink and smile. Seeing her beautiful lips crimson was the one thing that made him powerless. He had her wrapped around his finger from the moment that they met. He was the bad boy and he was determined to make her scream again.
It was the definition of her spine and the contour of the small of her back not to mention the soft cushion of her ass that had the desired effect. He was rock hard. He really didn’t believe that he had ever been this hard in his life. It was like all the blood from the rest of his body had now joined in on the action.
“You have the type of loving that I’ve been looking for all of my life, Payton. Give in to that need to fill me with your seed and make me feel every single spurt. I want it and there’s no way that you are going to hold on to something that belongs to me.” She came again and she had lost count of how many times she had rounded that mountain to the other side. She was splayed out there on top of the coffee table making quite the sight.
“Oh fuck it… I don’t think that I could hold back, even if I…wanted to…YESSSSSSS.” That creamy essence that he had been storing up had come out of him with an onrush that caught him by surprise. He grunted and moaned, digging his fingers into the pliant flesh of Josie’s ample exterior. She was not like any other woman. He figured that she was only more to handle. He had never been into bigger girls, but Josie was slowly changing his mind in a big way. She was irresistible and there was no way that he could stop himself from claiming her, as his own.
The liquor continued to flow and they found themselves acting out of character. Nobody could stop them from doing these insane things and most often than not, the people that saw them acting this way was only fueling the fire by encouraging them.
Chapter four
They both awoke on a heart shaped bed with red silk sheets draping them. She had her head on his chest and he was lying there completely satiated and unable to voice his pleasure. His mouth felt like he had cotton balls in it and then he slowly raised her enough that he was able to climb out from underneath her.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his hands up to his face. This was one bender that he would never forget. He turned to see Josie lying there with the lower half of her body exposed. He touched her bare thigh and heard her squeal of delight. He was tempted to wake her up in a different fashion, but decided that last night was more than enough to keep them both satisfied for quite some time.
He hovered over her, took her hand and kissed each individual finger, until his eyes came wide with surprise at seeing the rock on her finger. It was a huge diamond and then in a flash of memory he remembered walking down the aisle like some drunken person wearing a cheesy white tuxedo that barely fit him. He saw that same tuxedo lying on the floor and that was when he came to the painful conclusion that they were now linked by not only their physical desire, but by the legal hand of god.
“What is wrong with you? You look like you have seen…what the hell is that on my finger? No fucking way. We did not get married last night. Almighty god… This has to be the biggest mistake of my life. I never wanted more than just this one time and I hope that you didn’t think that I did any of this on purpose.” She grabbed for her clothes which were easy to find in a line going down the stairs of the penthouse suite. “I can’t believe that we did something, as foolish and cliché as getting married. That only happens in the movies.” She stopped with her pink pair of panties in her hands. They weren’t even the same ones that she was wearing when she met him.
“Um, I seem to recall that we stopped off at this boutique and did some window shopping. I think that even Victoria secret had a few things that were to your liking. I remember using my credit card and feeling your lipstick that you just boug
ht planted on my mouth.” Payton was still naked and his junk was swinging back and forth between his legs. He was not ashamed of how he looked. He didn’t give a damn if this made anybody uncomfortable. “You don’t have to leave right away. I do need a way to get in contact with you, so that we can dissolve this marriage.” He didn’t want to be that blunt, but he had no aspirations to have that ball and chain around his ankle.
“Trust me, I want this done and over with, as much as you do. We were only meant to have a wild time together and then go our separate ways. I don’t think that anything has changed.” She looked at him to make sure that he hadn’t fallen head over heels. He was shaking his head and she took that, as confirmation that this was any ill conceived idea that they had come up with under the influence of the alcohol. “I have to go, but I’ve left you my cell phone number.” She scribbled it down on a pad by the telephone. She stopped momentarily to look at the view of the city from the balcony.
Payton wanted to say something more, but wasn’t sure how to say what was on his mind. He was worried that he would do something that would make her hate him. For whatever reason, he didn’t want that to happen. She was at the door about to do the walk of shame with her hair in disarray in a way that anybody would know that she had spent the night in the company of a stranger.
“Call me with the details of the annulment. If it all possible, you can send it to my e-mail address and we can work things out and get this done.” There was a small part of her that was happy to be married to him, but she couldn’t admit that to herself. She wanted to leave this in the past and she left there running down the hallway with some of her clothes still clutched in her hands, including her underwear. She had dropped her panties but she had no idea that they were missing or that Payton was now holding them to his face, as she disappeared from his life into the elevator.
Inhaling her scent brought back a fresh supply of memories from how they had spent those first couple of hours getting to know each other in a more Biblical way. They supplied themselves with the necessary libations, turning it into a sexual game that had them drinking from each other. He remembered feeling the champagne streaming down his cock and how her hot tongue had followed it up to capture every single drop. He recalled what it felt like to have her body surround him in warmth and comfort. It had never been that way with any other woman. Convincing himself otherwise was only fooling himself.
He called his agent with the unpleasant news and got a reminder from him that things could have gone worse. “I want you to know that she may be a one night stand, but I want to treat her with nothing, but respect. Don’t treat this, as some dirty little secret. I do want the annulment and I want her to sign on the dotted line. Make it happen, or you’ll find yourself on the unemployment line. Never mind, I’m just a little testy this morning and I hope that you don’t take anything that I said personally. You can imagine that I feel a little sideswiped by all of this.” He hung up and was still holding onto that dainty material. He carried it up to the bedroom and lay down with it hanging very noticeably on the pillow beside him.
He had no choice, but to smile. It was a daunting and very fulfilling experience that had him wanting to duplicate it with other girls. He had this feeling that nobody was going to be able to come close and the only girl that could match what they had already done had already walked out of his life. The memories of her haunted his dreams and his waking hours. He wanted to tell her that it didn’t matter and that he wanted her to stay with him. He thought that maybe a weekend would get her out of his system, or maybe even a week in some tropical getaway away from the prying eyes of the press.
Downstairs, Josie could see how the people were looking at her like she was trash on the bottom of their shoe. To them, she looked like some streetwalker that had done her duty and was now leaving with the supplied cash in her purse. She didn’t want them to think that she was a hooker, but she wasn’t about to stand around and defend herself. She had nothing to be ashamed of and she was determined to leave this in the past. She could still feel him touching her, grazing her skin and then penetrating to the deepest part.
She touched her lips and licked them, while holding her clothes and smelling his aftershave permeating into every piece. She didn’t even want to wash the clothes and to do so would eliminate any chance of recovering that memory when she was alone. She hailed a taxi and when she jumped in and it drove away, she looked back and regretted one thing and one thing only. She had turned him into a sweaty mass, but it was primarily due to the liquor. She got this feeling that maybe it would’ve been the same with any other girl, but what she didn’t realize was that she was not like any other girl.
“I hope that it was worth it. You don’t look like a prostitute that I see on this side of the city. You’re definitely one of those that are taking the walk of shame afterwards. I don’t see any reason why you should feel that way. You had your fun and I’m sure that you left you and your partner with a smile on both of your faces. Life is too short to get caught up with hang up’s. You should take what you want. As long as you’re not hurting anyone, then it shouldn’t really matter how people may perceive you.” The taxi driver was one Ramon Ramirez. He considered himself to be a Latin romantic, but there were times that you just threw caution to the wind and did whatever you wanted for the sake of pleasure.
“I suppose you may be right about that, Ramon.” She sat there in quiet solitude contemplating how she was going to handle the paperwork that was undeniably going to fall on her desk. She would see it, as a slap to the face, but it wasn’t like he had promised her the world on a silver platter. “I did have a great time. It may have not ended the way that I wanted it too, but I don’t think that I will ever think of him without fond feelings. I don’t know how he felt about it, but I would say that we fed off of each other’s lust for life.” She would love to do it again and they were of like mind in that regard.
Chapter four
She couldn’t believe it and as that plane took off into the open sky, she knew that she had to find some distance away from her problems. Her best friend in Tahoe had offered her safe passage to her winter getaway. Getting pregnant was not something that she expected, but she found over the last couple weeks that she wasn’t going to get rid of it. She was tempted to tell Payton, but this would have ruined his chances of playing the field. She didn’t want to put him in a position to have to take care of the baby. She was perfectly capable of doing that on her own.
Payton was looking out the window of the airport and seeing that the woman that was carrying his child had now found a way to slip his grasp. He watched the plane disappear, but that was not going to be enough to stop him. He knew that she was on her way to a friend’s place in Tahoe. He thought that if he could corner her at the airport that he could confront her about the baby. Unfortunately, fate had a funny way of playing with his mind and now he had no choice, but to follow her. He had already contacted a private jet and they were already fueled and ready to go on the tarmac.
He felt like his friend had set him up and by telling him that she was pregnant made it impossible for him to let her go without him having his say. Over the last couple of weeks, he couldn’t think of anybody else and it had made him look at the other girls more critically. There were those that were falling all over themselves to be with him, but he denied them that request. He had been celibate for the past two weeks and he had no idea how a girl like Josie could get underneath his skin like that. Her curves and her beautifully big body were permanently on his mind.
He was escorted onto the plane and given the VIP treatment of a celebrity. They were going to meet again and by hell or high water, he was going to make sure that she knew exactly how he felt.
It was a matter of being in the right place at the right time and it seemed that the universe had other ideas of making them like ships in the night. She arrived at the Airport first and went through the customs, before finding a rent a car in her name waiting for her arrival. She
drove away from the curb, not realizing that Payton had come out at precisely that time.
Payton called his friend and gave him an ultimatum that he couldn’t refuse. He would get him tickets to the playoffs behind the players box, but he had to find a way to squeeze the information out of the person that he had over heard talking about Payton and the pregnancy. He waited by packing back and forth in front of the Airport doors.
“I got the information that you want and you better not be fucking with me, Payton. I want those playoff tickets and you have no idea what I had to do to get that information. Let’s just say that I’m taking one for the team and leave it at that.” Payton’s friend was one of the other teammates. He wasn’t exactly attracted to the supplier of that information. She wouldn’t give in, until he agreed to one night. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, as this girl was different than the others. She had this certain quality and maybe it was a good thing that they found each other.
“I promised you the tickets and I am not a man that goes back on my word. I don’t know how to thank you.” He hung up. He hailed a taxi and gave them the address to where he wanted to go. It would take about 15 minutes to get there. He had no idea why Josie would keep this from him, but she had to have a good reason. It was possible that his claim that this was supposed to be a one night stand had made her wonder if maybe their night together was only supposed to be that one night. If that were the case, then he wouldn’t blame her one bit for trying to keep this to herself.