by Robin Leaf
“Holy shit, I really want to eat her pussy now.”
Jase nodded, unable to speak. We rendered him speechless.
“We need words, J,” I teased, still circling my clit. He smirked.
“How do you want us?”
“Sit her on the edge of the bed, spread wide… you on the floor.”
My suitor, who I would now call S in my head, stood me up so he could drop to his knees in front of me, and he took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and let go, immediately to follow the action on the other nipple. He must have gotten the “no kissing” lecture from Jase because as soon as he popped off the second nipple, rather than kiss down my stomach to my pussy, he pushed me back to flop on the bed and just dove right in, licking up my slit to my clit. He groaned and circled that for a minute just before plunging his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with his tongue. Damn, that felt good, but it wasn’t enough. He removed his tongue and did this thing where he made a circle with it and wrapped it around my clit, fucking my clit with his rolled tongue.
“Holy shit, that feels good. Don’t fucking stop.” I started to move my hips in rhythm with him. I grabbed the back of his head by his hair, grinding my pussy onto his face. His finger joined the party, entering my pussy with force. He turned his finger upward and did something that sent a shockwave through my body. I cried out. He added a second finger while his tongue kept up its assault, and his fingers fucked me, finding the spot repeatedly.
“Shit, Jase… I’m gonna…” I detonated, shouting, exploding into a million pieces, just like Jase said I would, riding wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. It was slowing down, but this guy didn’t let up, still moving his tongue, still finger-fucking my pussy. I opened my eyes and looked at Jase, who I saw was palming his cock through his pants. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Just the sight made me explode again, not quite as devastating as the other one, but just as loud.
“By my count, that’s already three orgasms, D.” Jase said lazily, still palming his cock. “But I want at least one more. This time, from his cock.”
S stood and extended a hand to me. He led me to the side of the bed and helped me up. I laid back on my elbows, watching him tear open and roll the condom on his very remarkable length.
“D,” Jase called. When we locked eyes, he smiled. “You look like every fantasy I’ve ever had laid out on that bed, but I want you facing me on your hands and knees.”
I rolled and crawled closer to him. I felt the bed dip behind me and a hand rub back and forth across my ass to my pussy. “You should see this view. It is beautiful.”
Jase, who still had his hand resting on his cock, smiled. “I like this view.”
“And I really like mine,” I said demurely. That earned me the gift of a stroke over his pants. “That’s really fucking sexy.”
I felt the tip of S’s cock at my entrance. “You ready?” he asked. I looked to Jase, who nodded. He slammed inside me, causing me to fall to my elbows and cry out. He pulled back slowly, allowing me to push up on my hands before slamming into me again. I closed my eyes, arching and grunting each time he hit me deep. Hands grabbed my hips, pulling me back as he slammed me a third time.
I heard the zipper from the chair. My eyes flew open to Jase, sitting there with his zipper wide open, watching. From my position, I could not see anything exposed, and boy, did I want to.
We established a rhythm, almost grueling in cadence. Hands moved up my torso and down my spine. He squeezed my ass, slapping it lightly.
“Ah, yes, fuck her, just like that.”
I kept my eyes on Jase, his face enraptured.
He finally reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, slowly pumping to the tip and back down. His pants were still in the way, but the sight of him, shirt unbuttoned, pants undone, hand inside them, was the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. I wished I had a camera to capture the moment.
“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” S whispered so only I could hear.
“I need to see you inside her,” Jase moaned. “Show me.”
My gifted fucker guy lifted me and leaned back, all in one motion, forcing me to straddle his lap, never breaking the connection between his cock and my pussy. He impressively held me up with his arms as he pounded into me from underneath. I looked down, and seeing his cock move inside of me, slick from me, was so sensual and hot. Jase was getting one hell of a show.
“Her clit needs attention,” Jase rasped.
S released my ass, lowering me to be fully seated on his cock. “Ride me,” he instructed. I placed my hands on the bed behind me beside his hip bones and began really moving, earning a moan from both men. His hand moved around to my clit, which he promptly tapped roughly before rubbing it.
“Oh, God, yes,” Jase hissed.
I looked, and holy fuck, Jase was providing his own show, full on jacking his cock, long strokes, for all the world to see, in time with the cock that was inside my pussy. It was the hottest, most delicious sight; my mouth watered. I silently wished he would walk over here and ask me to suck it while I was getting fucked. That thought, plus my view, did me in.
“Damn, she really likes seeing you stroke your cock. She just got tighter and really wet. I think she’s about to come.” I didn’t want to, though. I wanted this to last. With that thought, my clit received a couple of taps before he rolled it between his fingers.
“Come, D. Now, please,” Jase pleaded.
I stopped fighting it and ignited into the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, groaning so loudly that my throat threatened to give. Forget stars, everything went swirly all around me, yet I could not take my eyes off Jase, who came moments after me, shooting onto his own stomach.
“Fuuucccckkkkk,” was shouted behind me, and I felt his cock slam hard three times. Then I felt him pulsing inside me, as my orgasm still rolled through me. Or maybe I came a fifth time, I’m not sure. It was intense.
I collapsed against the man behind me, who gently lowered me to the bed on my side, removing my shoes, and then wrapping me in a sheet. He sat for a moment with me, stroking my back and shoulders lightly.
“Are you breathing?”
I nodded, spent.
He extricated himself from behind me, I assumed to take care of the condom, but I couldn’t move to see where he went. I probably should have made an effort to look at him and thank him or something so that I might (maybe) recognize him if I ever saw him again. I never really looked at him closely; I only saw Jase. I mean, I couldn’t even tell you his eye color. All I can really remember right now is that he had large hands and a way bigger than average cock. So what does that say about me?
I was kind of out of it, but I felt the sheet lift. Gentle hands removed my stockings. Then, after the sheet was tucked back in place, I felt warmth behind me, and hands pulled me to a warm chest and began stroking my hair out of my face.
Lips landed on my temple. “Are you okay?” Jase breathed in my ear.
I popped my eyes open and whipped my head to see him. He hovered over me, reaching up to remove the hair stuck to my face. He had taken off his shirt and looked more relaxed and happy than I had ever seen him.
I rolled over to face him. He lifted my head and settled it against his heart.
“Where’s S?”
“S? What’s that?”
I smiled. “My suitor.”
“He left.” He picked up a lock of my hair and watched as he twisted it between his fingers.
“Well that was a bit of a wham-bam,” I said, my voice raspy with sleep, “but I don’t even get a thank you, ma’am?”
I felt his chuckle. “He would have spoken to you if you hadn’t passed out.” He stroked my hair.
“Hmmm,” I nuzzled into him. “This is nice. I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cuddler, Jase.”
I felt him smile.
“I imagine there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He kissed the top of my head. “I plan to let you in on a few of my secrets in the mo
rning.” His arms tightened around me. “Sleep, Darla.”
I kissed right above his heart before darkness dragged me under.
Seven
“No One is to Blame” – Howard Jones
A phone ringing startled me awake.
Jase tried to carefully get out of bed to answer it, but the jostling just woke me further. The room was light, but I could tell it was still early.
I stretched and sat up, looking around for Jase. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him getting heated with whomever was on the phone.
“That was not supposed to happen. Well, find out who leaked it.” I heard a few more murmurs, then silence. A minute later, he emerged fully dressed from the hallway. His hair was unruly, his clothes were rumpled, and he looked so fucking sexy. He leaned against the door frame and stared at me with an open mouth.
“Fuck, Darla, you are stunning in the morning.”
I held the sheet tighter around me and smiled. “I doubt that. Everything okay?” I asked.
He gave me a tight smile. “Yes.” No, it wasn’t. I could tell he just lied to me. “Last night, I requested that breakfast be delivered this morning. It should be here in a few minutes.” He was deflecting.
“Jase…”
“I planned to spend the day with you today, but something has come up that requires my attention.”
I studied his demeanor. The cool politeness, his tight, frozen smile, and the lack of eye contact told me something major was wrong. When he started collecting and righting the displaced items around the room, it sent up a major red flag. Maybe I knew him better than I realized.
I walked over and stood in front of him, stopping his nervous clutter cleaning. Cupping his face, I forced eye contact. “Let me help you, Jase. Please.”
He finally looked at me, and his face relaxed. The intensity in his eyes multiplied. No one had ever looked at me with such passion before. It made my heart flutter.
“Darla,” he whispered. “I…”
A knock on the door interrupted whatever he was going to say. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead down to mine.
“Next time we try to have a conversation, let’s not do it while we’re waiting for something,” I joked, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
He kissed my forehead and turned to let the room service people deliver our breakfast. I wrapped the sheet tighter around me and took the moment to go to the bathroom.
Jase had placed a toothbrush and folded clothes, a t-shirt and loose-fitting knit pants, on the bathroom counter for me. The gesture touched me beyond words.
However, when I looked in the mirror, I saw what Jase meant by stunning. I looked like I’d been thoroughly fucked, just not by the right person. Shame threatened to make its presence known, but I pushed it down. Instead, I peed, dressed, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and secured my hair in a messy bun.
When I emerged from the restroom, Jase sat at the table next to the bar; the table was set in front of him. His hair remained disheveled, but he had changed into a starched blue button down and navy pants. He was still devastatingly sexy.
“I ordered pancakes… since it’s Saturday. I hope that’s okay.”
“Yes. Thank you,” I said, grinning stupidly.
My heart warmed. Dex had made Pancake Saturday a special thing. I missed my brother so much. Jase knew it, so this was another purposeful and thoughtful romantic gesture to prove he knew me well.
“When will you see Dex again?” Jase asked as I sat down.
“He’ll be home just before Thanksgiving, and… Whoa, you ordered bacon, too?”
“Yes, but you don’t have to eat it. I don’t usually, but I felt the urge to indulge today.”
I hardly ever ate meat, not for any other reason than I was raised a vegan, but I didn’t begrudge anyone who did. “Since when don’t you eat bacon? I’ve seen you eat it on your burgers.”
He smiled. “I seem to do a lot of things I don’t normally do around you. I don’t usually eat burgers or pizza either. I usually eat healthy.” He took a bite of bacon, seeming to savor it. “You make me want a lot of things I shouldn’t have.”
I furrowed my brow and purposefully picked up a piece of bacon and chomped on it. “Holy shit, that’s awesome.” I closed my eyes, doing my own savoring. “Why didn’t you tell me about bacon before?”
He smiled and watched me devour the bacon. “Now it seems I’ve influenced you.”
We ate in silence, watching each other as we did. I felt the heat in his glances, and it made me wonder why we had participated in this elaborate plot for the last twelve hours instead of just indulging in each other. He must have sensed that I was about to ask. He spoke before I had the chance.
“I need to leave very soon, Darla.” I stopped eating and stared at him. I watched his face, which essentially gave nothing away, except for what I interpreted as a quickly-flashed look of guilt. I raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue.
He sighed and cleared his throat. “It seems there are substantiated rumors that allegations of sexual misconduct will soon be brought against my father.” He wiped his mouth and carefully placed his napkin on the table, like he didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb.
“Holy shit, Jase,” I jumped up and moved around the table to stand in front of him. I placed my hands on his shoulders, lowered myself to straddle his thighs, careful not to get too close, and slid my hands into his hair.
“Darla…” he said sternly, grabbing my wrists, warning me.
“Shut up and let me comfort my friend, okay?” He looked in my eyes. The moment his face relaxed, I placed my forehead on his and whispered, “Are you okay? What do you need from me?”
His hands slid down my arms to my waist, and I wasn’t sure if he was going to hold me at bay or pull me closer. “You’re already doing it.” He looked into my eyes, probing, wondering, asking for something. I stilled, letting him search for whatever answers he needed to find.
His arms jerked me forward so I was sitting atop his hardening cock. His eyes kept looking deeply into mine. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine, once, twice, causing the same jolt to move through me from our first kiss on my porch four years ago. When he pulled back, the look on his face gave away his intention. He dove in, capturing my mouth fully. This was not the controlled finesse one would expect from a man like Jase Heywood. This kiss was messy, uninhibited… passionate. I loved every second of it. I made him lose control.
However, when I moved my hips for the much-needed friction I sought, his control slammed back into place, like a truck crashing into a wall. He pushed me back off his lap and stood, almost dumping me to the floor. He helped to steady me, then walked ten steps away.
Tears stung my eyes. I recognized the kicked-in-the-ovary feeling, as I had reveled in four years before.
“Darla… I…” Jase stammered. “I planned to tell you everything today. I did. But now…” He ran his hand through his hair and groaned. “I just can’t. I wish I didn’t have to leave, but I’m sorry. I have to go deal with this situation.”
I sniffed and nodded. “It’s fine.”
He moved toward me and cupped my face. “No, it’s not. But this is… unavoidable.” He pulled me to his chest, holding me close to his heart. “I will tell you everything… soon. I promise.” He kissed my head and left.
Eight
“Careless Whisper” – Seether
The media delights in reporting the destruction of a human being. Some would argue that the destruction of a man accused of some pretty kinky shit was well deserved since he ran a platform on morality and Christian values, but why they felt the need to report every little detail of his sexual scandal astounded me. I mean, okay, they thought he was a hypocrite, we got it, but did we need to know all the specifics in the depths of what over half of the country perceived was his depravity?
For three weeks, every lead news story revealed another allegation against Senator Jack Heywood, the lead contender in the presi
dential race for the Republican Party. Well, the former leader. Now he was out of the race completely, and looked like he would be forced to resign from his senatorial position. His private life was paraded in the press, which was none of anyone’s business. However, what got him in trouble was probable misappropriation of tax dollars to pay for some of it. That was, as far as I was concerned, his only true crime, but all of his “sins” had to be exposed.
The public ate it up. I must admit, I couldn’t stop watching, either. But I had a good reason. I needed intel. I knew enough about the world to take every news report with a grain of salt, realizing each detail may or may not have truth to it, but just putting the ideas out into the airwaves did damage. However, I didn’t care about the damage to the senator. The potential damage to Jase was my only concern.
He was so busy dealing with this fallout, not only with his father, but with his own career, that he could not tear himself away for one of our usual date nights. Turns out that many conservative rich people hold the son accountable for the sins of the father, feeling that the apple probably doesn’t fall far from the tree. Clients dropped him left and right. I had no idea how that was fair, or even how a person’s private life had anything to do with his ability to invest money, but what did I know? He assured me over the phone that he was fine, but every time we spoke, I could hear the strain in his voice.
“I want to come over for nothing else than to distract you for a little while,” I offered during one of our late-night phone conversations.
He sighed. “I can’t tonight.”
“C’mon, Jase. Please, let me help you.” I pleaded.
“What helps me is knowing you love your new job. Things are still going well?”
“Yes. I am so busy all the time, and Charlie is a great boss. I love meeting all the cool people, and I get to travel, so that’s a plus.” I paused. “She is thinking of moving her operation to Los Angeles, though.” I swallowed. “She wants me to join her.”