by Kim J. West
Now? Really? Not after kissing me like that and giving me this raging hard-on.
"Don't leave me like this," I begged her, kissing her neck while placing her hand on my erection so she could see what she was doing to me.
“I know we don’t have a serious relationship,” she began, “but I prefer monogamy and would want us to be exclusive; so maybe you need time to consider whether you can live with that.”
I pulled back and studied her, unable to believe what she’d just said. In my mind I thought we already were and the fact that she brought it up had me wondering if she’d been sleeping with other men; perhaps in the last two days we hadn’t spoken. The idea of another man enjoying the pleasure Lena gave me filled me with rage.
“Weren’t we already exclusive since we began sleeping with each other?” I snapped. “Wait... have you been sleeping with other men?”
“No I haven’t,” she snapped back. “I’m not the one linked to hundreds of women in the media.”
“In the fake news, Lena. I’ve not been with any other woman since well before we started seeing each other.”
I saw her visibly relax as though we’d crossed an invisible barrier.
“Is that all?” I asked, hoping question time was over so we could go upstairs to my bed.
"No, Jonathan, I need to shower, I've had a long day, I'm hungry. I should leave now; why don’t I see you over the weekend?"
"No, I can't let you leave,” I said adamantly. “I'm going out of town tomorrow morning, going to Miami. Do you want people to stare at my stiff crotch?"
She smiled at my question and I knew she was staying.
“Come,” I demanded taking her hand and heading upstairs with her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
When we entered my suite, Lena went to the large windows and looked out over the city lights in the distance.
"Wow, this is amazing," she breathed, enjoying the view. Suddenly she took a cautious step back and I knew she was thinking of the photographer.
"Don't worry,” I assured her. “I had them tinted yesterday. Nobody can see us."
I began by removing my watch and shoes and then unbuttoned my shirt while she watched me.
"Go on, take your clothes off,” I ordered her. “We are going to shower, then we are going to order food and eat dinner."
She was hesitating as though she was unsure if she should be doing this, then as I stripped off the remainder of my clothes, I saw that lustful, sweeping glance I remembered from the first time I ever saw her, then her gaze came to rest on my rigid cock.
I couldn’t resist a chuckle.
"Do you like what you see?” I asked, making her blush a little.
"Umm… yes. I'll follow you just now."
I smiled at her then went to the bathroom.
My bathroom was vast and specially designed as a ‘his and hers’ space. The ‘his’ side was self-contained with two sinks beneath a well lit vanity with storage space, a shaving area and a shower surrounded by clear glass.
The ‘hers’ side was never used with its own vanity, shower and toilet. The two sides shared one large bathtub that had a beautiful view of the city. I was yet to find time to relax in it.
I entered my personal shower, turned on the water and began to shampoo my hair, enjoying the lukewarm water cascading down my body. I couldn’t wait for Lena to join me so I could slide soapy hands over her sexy curves.
When I finished washing the shampoo out of my hair and opened my eyes, Lena was in her shower, her hair piled on her head in a bun and water running down her body, making her glisten in the muted light. The curve of her ass was pronounced and her breasts looked delicious.
I turned off my shower, grabbed the liquid soap and went to join her. I entered her shower, brushing my wet body against her back then ran my hands slowly around her waist. She turned her head back and up to mine and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth for me to suck gently. I had to pull back slightly or this would be over quicker than I hoped.
I began by pouring some soap into my hands then running them all over her body with massaging movements, rubbing her shoulders and back, then trailing my hands to circle her breasts gently. I could see her enjoying my attention as I worked up a lather, making sure I covered every inch of her upper body.
With more soap in my hands, I crouched down, soaping each leg and thigh carefully. I paid extra attention to her butt smiling to myself as I squeezed it playfully. She knew I was being silly but she stood there enduring my naughtiness, before I carefully rinsed all the soap off her body.
"I'm done," I whispered, handing her the soap. "Wash me."
I’d already showered, but I wanted to see her hands running over my body. I was in great shape, my six-pack was popping from all the working out and the way she looked at my body gave me an ego boost.
When she turned to look up at me, I noticed her face was completely scrubbed clean and free of makeup. She was absolutely stunning and I couldn’t help staring at her in awe.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Lena,” I whispered holding her gaze.
Her gaze left mine and darted to my rigid cock, making me smile; she wanted it. She squeezed some soap into her hands and ran them over my chest and arms, massaging in circles. I watched her intently as she stepped closer, pressing her taut nipples to my chest in order to reach her hands round to soap my back, then running her hands over my butt. She added more soap then crouched before me to soap my thighs. My rigid cock was a mere inch from her face and I knew if she placed her lips around it, she would unman me in seconds.
I grabbed her arms and raised her up.
"Enough," I ordered, holding her to my chest. I was desperate for her now and wanted to make love to her right there in the shower.
I connected my lips with hers, kissing her deeply and probing my tongue into her mouth, thrusting in and out with fervor. Lena moaned into the kiss, grabbing my cock and massaging the shaft in bold strokes. As I kissed her, I began to mimic the stroking movements of her hand on my rigid length, sucking her tongue greedily as I battled to absorb the delicious sensation of her stroking me.
I broke away from her then adjusted the shower heads and moved the bench to the center of the shower, directly in the line of the spray. I straddled the narrow bench and lay back on it. It was just long enough to accommodate my upper body. I waited for her to climb on me and noticed she was hesitating, probably due to the lack of protection.
"Come, I promise to pull out," I assured her reaching out my hand to steady her as she straddled me. I watched with bated breath as her bare pussy hovered right over my thick cock. I had dreamt and fantasized about the day I would sink my shaft into her, with nothing between us.
“Baby, I have something to tell you,” she whispered, licking her bottom lip.
“What is it?”
“I’m on the Pill.”
Fuck! I’d not only get to fuck her skin to skin, but I’d spurt inside her sweet pussy.
She lowered her sex carefully onto my thick length, with water from the shower cascading down her back. The exquisite sensation of my dick entering her pussy hit me hard and I groaned loudly, then hissed through my teeth, absorbing the moment. For the first time, we were skin to skin, with nothing between her and me. I felt my rigid length stretch her tissues and she adjusted herself several times to accommodate my thickness.
"Fuck, Lena. You are so tight! So tasty," I growled, my face drawn with ecstasy. She moved up and down my shaft, slowly at first and with each thrust, I was deeper inside her. I grabbed her ass tightly and lifted and pulled her down on my cock, grunting and growling in time to her movements.
She began twisting her waist in a rhythmic circular motion, her face drawn with pleasure as she enjoyed the exquisite fullness of my thick cock inside her. I watched her breasts bounce up and down and reached out to squeeze them, pinching and lengthening her nipples gently.
“This dick is good, baby,” she gasped, slowing down then speeding up, fuc
king hard and fast.
"Shit Lena, slow down", I begged her. She bit her lip like she meant business and rode me harder for a few thrusts then completely pulled me out of her and stood up. Oh hell no; not this again, I thought remembering the torturous day she wouldn’t let me come. I urgently pulled her back to me and she turned around and straddled me again facing away from me, then placed my grasping hands around her waist. I held her tight, marveling at how feminine her body was.
"Your waist is so tiny and your ass is so round and perfect; I don't think I can ever have enough of you, baby." I said hoarsely.
I watched her ass as she lowered her sex onto my cock and began to ride hard, slapping her ass against me. She was varying her hard and fast movements with shallow circles, tantalizing and teasing my cock with her sex.
“Do you like my ass, baby?” she panted.
“Touch it, baby; smack it, play with it,” she commanded, driving me to insanity. Wild with arousal I grabbed her ass; squeezing it, smacking it and rubbing it, thrusting up to stroke her expertly with my cock. Her pussy was so good; squeals of pleasure were erupting from her throat as she rode me, enjoying my cock, using my body for her pleasure while touching herself where she wanted. She began to climax, her pussy gripping my cock, clenching in powerful waves, her rhythm faltering, as she jolted bracing herself on my thighs. I knew I was milliseconds away from spurting deep into her as my hands frantically lifted and lowered her mercilessly on my cock.
"Lena, baby, I'm going to come so fucking hard," I warned hoarsely. Just as the first spurts came, Lena had lifted off me and was sucking my cock firmly, taking my cum down her throat, her hands jerking me off directly into her sucking mouth. Her unexpected move took me by surprise and intensified my orgasm as I jolted repeatedly, crying out her name as a plea for mercy.
"Lena, fuck; no more please," I begged, pulling her to lie over my body and holding her close, while the water cascaded over our entangled bodies.
After a long moment I stirred, kissing her on the head while she tried to smooth her hair back. I rose to a seated position with Lena sitting in my lap straddling me, her arms around my neck. This woman was everything I could ever want.
"Lena; you are so amazing", I told her, looking at her in awe. "I don't want to hear any more talk about putting an end to this. I'm dead serious," I said firmly. "Look at how it is when we are together. I've never shared this kind of passion with anyone."
I kissed her deeply and she smiled back.
"Let me feed you," I suggested, getting up. I gave her one last soft, gentle kiss, then grabbed a towel and was out of the bathroom.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Night had fallen and the city lights were twinkling brightly across the city. It was well after 8.00pm as I dried myself then tied my towel around my waist.
I noticed a single call from Jackson; I’d call him later. I called the restaurant and asked them to send up some grilled shrimp, coconut rice and a large salad for Lena and I.
Just as I finished that call, Pike called me with a last minute question for our trip the next morning. More and more, my colleagues were relying on me to make decisions for Strauss Carter over my father. My father was still the CEO on paper but he’d built such a great reputation, I’d asked him to stay as long as possible because his presence brought trust and stability in the minds of our clients.
I watched Lena walking into the bedroom, a towel around her and another drying her hair. Pike was talking too much.
"Look, let’s get the figures and revisit tomorrow on the flight to Miami," I told him then cut the phone without waiting for a response.
I threw my phone down on the bed then picked up Lena around her waist and dropped us together on the bed, her towel slipping to expose her left nipple. She squealed delightfully then laughed at me when she quickly covered herself from my impending assault. I lay beside her and propped up on one elbow, looking down at her.
Although I couldn’t label our relationship yet, I really wanted her to be mine. I wanted to make love to her all night and tell her I had feelings for her. I wanted her both in and out of bed and I wanted everybody to know she was mine.
"Stay tonight," I asked, trailing my fingers up and down her arm.
"I can't, I don't want to be late for work tomorrow."
I couldn’t help being disappointed at her answer. I was about to try and convince her, when the landline phone rang.
"That must be dinner," I said grabbing my long shorts. "Come down stairs, T-shirts are in the walk in closet."
I went downstairs thinking about the amazing woman I had left in my room. Could Lena be the one I’d been waiting for all this time? Just earlier that evening, I’d told her I wasn’t sure about a long term relationship, yet here I was considering it a couple of hours later. But I knew it wasn’t just the physical act of sex; it was the way she gave herself to me, letting me feel as though her heart and soul were there with me. Just the way she looked at me had me melting and ready to give up everything for her.
Right now, my focus was on shielding her from this unfortunate Weiner incident and I would protect her in every way I could. Dining with her and talking to her were special moments we’d shared; the sex was just the icing on a very beautiful cake. The moment I returned from Miami, I’d tell her how I felt then work towards clearing all obstacles in our way so we could be together and perhaps have a real relationship.
By the time I got to my front door, the server was waiting with his tray. He wheeled it in and followed me to the kitchen, setting everything on the counter while I chose a wine from the wine cooler.
After I let the server out, I heard my private elevator going down. Who could be visiting me at this time of night? I suspected it might be Jackson since I hadn’t returned his call. Most calls from him were necessary.
I walked to the elevator and waited with my hands in my pockets for the visitor’s arrival.
The elevator arrived and the doors opened; out stepped Nadine Bishop. She was dressed all in black patent leather, wearing sky high heels and clutching her Gucci purse. The sight of her immediately aroused my anger. She was looking upset, pouting as she scanned the immediate area, clearly checking if someone else was there. She’d teamed up with Weiner to hurt me and Lena. I was annoyed with myself for forgetting to terminate her access codes to my apartment.
“What are you doing here, Nadine?” I demanded coldly. “You have no business showing up here uninvited.”
“Hi sweetheart,” she answered, snaking her arms around my neck. I pulled them off immediately and crossed my arms in front of me.
“Didn’t I tell you not to come here unless I called you?”
“I don’t remember that,” she answered disingenuously. “But I have a big problem and I couldn’t get through to you. Of course she couldn’t; I’d blocked her number the last day she came over several weeks ago.
“What’s your problem?” I asked, wondering if she was aware I knew about her shenanigans with using my money to entertain another man, then work with Weiner to destroy me.
“My Visa card is no longer working. When I checked the balance it said I have ninety-nine cents,” she said looking puzzled. “What’s going on? I need money, Jonathan.”
I shrugged. “Maybe you should find another man to live off then. Or a job, perhaps?”
“Is this about your engagement to that coke-head witch, Isabella? Are you really marrying her instead of me? Is she here?” she demanded.
I was about to answer her when suddenly I saw her frown, peering around me.
"Excuse me," she said indignantly, pushing me out of the way.
"Jonathan, who is that?" she said, pointing behind me with a look of total revulsion on her face.
I turned to see Lena looking puzzled as she turned to go back upstairs, dressed in my T-shirt. Shit. I’d better get Nadine out immediately, I thought.
"Nadine, it's none of your business. I want you to leave NOW,” I snapped, leading her to the front door.
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Nadine suddenly burst out laughing in the most vicious, horrible manner. She was a mean girl and had been rude to other women in the past who she thought might like me, so I knew things could escalate if she stayed another minute.
"Jonathan, you have a prostitute in your home?" She asked rudely and loudly, intending for Lena to hear it.
Within a split second, I saw Lena turning around swiftly, walking purposely towards us. This was not going to end well.
Excuse me?" Lena asked, walking right up to Nadine’s face. "What did you call me?"
My heart stilled. Lena was bristling with rage, her fists clenched; I just knew that Nadine was going to get fucked up by Lena, unless I intervened. I’d had women yank each other over me before and seen hair pieces pulled out, but with Lena I could tell that confronting Nadine was not about fighting over me; it was about her and being disrespected. I hesitated; a part of me wanted to see Nadine taken down, but then I thought about the aftermath; the possible lawsuit, bad publicity and that I could possibly end up in shit with Lena if I just stood there doing nothing. She looked positively mad and Nadine was clearly frightened.
“Jonathan, did this cheap thing just call me a prostitute?" Lena demanded and both women looked at me waiting for a response, Nadine with a look of shock on her face. I could see Lena could move on her at any moment, because right then, she looked like she just didn’t give a fuck. I had to de-escalate.
"Lena, this is Nadine, a girl I used to date if we can even call it that. I’m not with her anymore, but apparently she still had my access code and she let herself in uninvited. She is interrogating me about the reported engagement to Isabella. And now she is about to leave and never come back."
"And who are you?" interrupted Nadine glaring at Lena in open disgust. I stepped in between them and faced Nadine coldly.
"Nadine, I've already told you, you have no business showing up at my apartment and interrogating my guest."