by M. P. Lodi
She reached her right hand to the pillow and threw if off of the bed. She said “I might get away if you don't tie me down. He looked into her eyes, and she into his. She saw that seductive dominant glance that sent vibes through her body. As he grabbed her wrist, she smiled and she started to feel that hunger, coming from deep inside.
Noah
Noah walked into the Family room and saw Jackson watching a recorded episode of the Shark Tank. It was his favorite show, other than Game of Thrones and old episodes of Star Trek.
“Agent Barbrent of the FBI just called.” Jackson looked at Noah and paused the show.
“He said that they are wrapping things up as it is a matter of days now, thank God. I'm losing my mind in this damned house, if I have to jerk off by myself for another week to net porn and still have no access to women, I'll be committing a mass murder soon.” Noah said.
Jackson shook his head. Shh, I don't want Jen hearing that. Besides, she has a friend named Emily that she swears you'll be into. We talked about that, she's lived next door her whole life almost, so she isn't a security risk.”
Noah said “We'll see when she comes over. My boxing gym too, I was supposed to spar with Hector Gonzales last weekend. I need someone to box with, and you're too much of a pussy to box with me.”
“Pussy? Last time you almost broke my nose. Fuck that. I'm a lover, not a fighter.”
Noah laughed “Yeah a lover, who has only been with two women in his life. Jen is your third, some lover. And I can't help it if I love to fight, I was brought up that way, fighting was part of living for me. You know all of that. I need to knock someone on their ass soon.”
Jackson “Just because I was only, as you say, with three women doesn't mean I'm not a good lover. Weren't you the one who said prostitutes were horrible at sex even though they had a lot of it?”
“That's true, I'm here to tell. I've had my fill of blue chips and skanks all over Long Island and New York, as well as Los Angeles and Chicago. They suck, and are literally only good at sucking. I need to get on the treadmill. You see the new box of donuts?”
Just then Jen walked in. “Hey Noah, Em is coming over. Like I told you, she loves men with good physiques and who don't bullshit at all.”
“I like the sound of her already. From that photo on your iPhone, she's hot on a bad day.” Noah watched as Jen walked over to Jackson and kissed him.
“Well she's my best friend so just be honest and open and don't lie to her. She'll be over within a few hours, and no, this isn't a porno movie that you've seen.”
Noah looked at Jackson, then at Jen “How do you know? You have a crystal ball and some powers Jackson and I aren't up on? Also, most porn is fake. I saw a tweet that said 'Porn gives young people an unrealistic and unhealthy idea of how quickly a plumber will come to your house'.
Jackson was laughing “That's true. What's that other one with the pizza you told me you read?”
“Oh yeah... The next time you see a pizza man and his customer leave a whole pizza pie to get cold while they fuck, you know that shit's fake.”
Emily
A few hours later, Emily rang the bell and waited. Jen had text her to come over after getting the green light from Jackson and Noah. From what Jen told her about Noah, Emily couldn't wait to meet the hunk. Jen bragged about her man's body and said that Noah was a more serious body builder. Em had always trusted Jen's judgment.
This wasn't anything like the typical blind date where you might get hooked up with someone who was possibly...blind. Nothing wrong with blind people mind you. It's just that Jen promised Em that there wouldn't be any shocks other than Noah's attitude. Em loved men with attitude which made it a possibly awesome hook-up. Worst case scenario, he was filthy rich. Rich boys in New York know how to have a good time, better than anyone in the country. That was at least the lie rich New Yorkers liked to boast.
After 30 seconds, a long time to wait after ringing a bell, it sounded like someone was unlocking the door. It opened, and standing there, had to be Noah.
“You must be Emily, I'm Noah.” He was pleased with her appearance. She had on a well-fitted one piece dress which showed off her attributes well, and red high heels. It was her favorite club outfit, as it never failed to garner at least four or five sexy men every night. Even a not so sexy man would approach her, usually the ultra-successful ones of course. Others were intimidated by her smile, style and presence. Her breasts too had something to do with it, and killer legs that leg-men salivated over. She knew she was a package.
She held out her hand to shake his, and he turned it over to kiss the back, which made her smile. He moved aside and motioned for her to come in, like a gentleman. All that was missing was a damned top hat for him to remove and wave her in. She walked in and felt his stare on her ass as she passed him. She turned to face him and caught his eyes fixating on her body, in that moment Em knew she had him. There has never been a man to look at her in her entire life as he did without her not being able to land them.
Noah had on a pair of stylish shorts, and a button down shirt over it. His biceps were bulging and it looked like he was just curling some iron. She knew men liked to do push-ups and curls right before meeting a woman, not that she didn't take special care to look good on her end. It was just funny, as she imagined him pumping iron and taking his time in answering the door because of it, just to show off his arms. Though they were incredible.
“Jen is upstairs with Jackson, she'll be right down. Can I get you a drink?” He asked as he casually walked past her. “Follow me” and then yelled upstairs “Jackson, Jen, your guest is here.” The reception area of this place was magnificent. Large columns extended up three floors, with a spiral staircase on either side of the wide middle entrance. There were statues, of the classical Roman type all over the place. Jackson's father must have loved ancient Rome. Rich and powerful men often did.
She took notice of that ass as he had her follow him to the next room. She forced herself to look away as they entered the Great room. It was larger than her whole apartment. A great big fireplace was right smack in the middle against the wall that had beautifully ornate glass and iron doors on either side. From where she walked she could already see the gardens, which were impressive. It wasn't as large a property as the one she lived on next door though. Although the gardens looked spectacular.
Jackson and Jen came into the room right as Noah said “So what's your poison?”
“She loves Toasted Almonds. With Tia Maria if you have. And since we live next door she won't be driving or need to.” Jen answered for her.
Jackson and Em looked at Jen, as that comment was sort of out-of-place. They knew Jen well enough though to understand.
As Noah started on drinks, he took another look at Emily, then nodded his head to Jen and said “You didn't tell me she was this attractive. I would have dressed properly.”
Noah turned to Emily “Emily, is Kahlua OK? We don't have Tia Maria. Also do you want it on the rocks?”
“Yes please, a tall one too.”
Noah tilted his head, smiled and then grabbed a taller glass, pouring the smaller one into it. Jen hugged Emily, while Jackson made himself comfortable on the sofa.
Emily sat down next to Jen and Jackson was to her right. Noah came over with Jen's Toasted Almond and handed the tall glass to her. As Noah sat on the big sofa next to Emily, he asked “You like?”
She was taking a sip and stopped to say “Delicious. A bit light on the Kahlua, but it's good.”
Noah sipped his own drink. “The next round, I'll be sure to splatter in the Kahlua. This baby here can knock a lot of men on their asses. My own version of Iced Tea.” He gulped down almost a quarter of the drink as the others watched.
Emily said, “Local Iced Tea...do you mean a Long Island Iced Tea?”
Noah gave the thumbs up sign as he drank some more.
“A man after my own heart. He'll be drunk within an hour at most. Thirty minutes if he keeps that pace. ” Em
smiled.
Jen shook her head while Jackson said “He can down quite a few of those and still not get drunk.”
Noah put his drink down. He put his bicep up and flexed, kissed it and said “These pythons help absorb alcohol, it's a fact.”
Jen laughed as Em stood up and said “Can I feel your muscle?”
Noah eyed her up and down “Damn, like Fuckin-A. Of course, be my guest.”
She walked over and then he held his arm out for her to grab. She felt his bicep and said “Impressive, but in my opinion if a girl asks to see your muscle, the bicep is the last one I'd assume she wants to feel.”
Jen's mouth opened wide, as she covered her eyes with her right hand for a second. Jackson closed one of his eyes and looked at Noah, who stared into Emily's after again looking her over. She winked at him and said “You're in.”
Jen just shook her head some more with her jaw wide open. Almost comically wide. She smiled and said “Will you all excuse me? I need to use the restroom.” Jackson and Noah both stared at Jen as she walked into the bathroom, which was adjacent to the room just off to the left.
Emily cleared her throat while looking at Noah watching Jen leave the room. Noah quickly turned his head and in a flash that lasted a second he looked peeved that Emily had seen him fixated on her friend’s ass. Emily knew right there that Noah was the type of man that would unplug your life support if his iPhone needed to be charged, he didn't care about much it seemed, and definitely not women. At least not what they thought. Emily knew such men had their purposes, especially if they had a killer body as Noah had. She licked her lips giving him another look-over. She was determined that it would be she that were using him this night.
Jen
Jen wiped her hands on one of three set matching towels in the marble floored bathroom. Whenever she visited a home with towels set up perfectly, she never removed them to use, and just wiped under one. She figured everyone did the same, which made it one unsanitary damned act.
Walking back into the room, Jackson had waited for her eagerly it seemed. Emily was again feeling Noah's muscles, which probably caused Jackson to feel like a third wheel without her there. What a slut Em could be. Jen knew her to have a different man at least every few months as she tired of them quickly and was more of a free spirit when it came to sex. If it felt good, she would do it and admitted to Jen she would do anything at least once. Jen once said “How about a gang bang by five huge gangsters?” To which Em actually admitted she would try once.
Jen sat back next to Jackson and kissed him on his left cheek. Emily stopped feeling Noah's biceps and leg muscles “Holy shit, Jen...You're totally right about that book you had me read. The four of us, think about it. Jackson is like the Prince, you're like Eliza, not as adventurous in bed as I am, and Noah here is Victer, who is huge, loves to fight, is hot and says the most outrageous things.”
Jen smirked. “And you're like that Roxy character, who loved lots of adventures with lots of men. There's a word for that...isn't there?” Emily's face was slack-jawed, her mouth wide open. She did blush, a rarity for her. That wasn't like her at all.
Jackson turned to Emily, to break the slight tension “She told me about that book too. I was going to start reading it tonight, but why read about fun when you can have fun?” He winked at Jen.
“Well, there are other similarities. In that what happened to Daven's family, like how his little brother took over, sound familiar?” Jen didn't want to say how Jackson’s father had been killed because she didn't want him to get upset in front of anyone, he was prone to crying hard from it all. Crying was the last thing she wanted from Jackson.
Emily looked at Jackson “One warning though to you, Prince Daven. By the end of Medieval Tyrant, your character isn't liking mine very much. Not anything he could do about it though.” Jackson looked puzzled. He looked at Jen.
Jen said “Yeah the ending is a little messed up, but I'm not spoiling it on you. Just read it and you'll understand, and I bet you $100 you say it is eerily similar to the four of us like Em said.”
Emily spoke up. “Hey I got another one. Eliza and Roxy's Aunt is named Dianna with two n's in the book and we both live with Aunt Diane. And don't forget how Eliza, Jen's character lost her par... I'm sorry Jen, I wasn't thinking. This is starting to blow my mind at how much like our lives it is. Completely blowing my mind, seriously.”
Noah blurted out “Fuck the book, I can think of a lot of other things that need to be blown.” Noah was being direct, or a complete dick, but it seemed to work with Em. Jen knew that Em wanted to change the topic too since she just brought up her parents.
Noah stood up, like the ass that he was and said “I admit it, here and now. I'm sick, twisted, and completely uninhibited. And I don't give a rat's ass what other people think of me.”
Em cleared her throat “I want to be your friend.”
Jackson covered his face with his hand and smiled. Jen looked at Noah sternly and wanted to call him an ass. Her friend Em though, licked her lips yet again. Like her third or fourth time.
Jackson asked everyone “Did all of you guys see that Seinfeld episode where George is just...honest, and he gets the girl?”
Jen shook her head “I was just thinking that. Similar in a twisted Noah and Em sort of way.” The two of them gave each other a flirting glance.
Emily said “Only old people watch Seinfeld. Isn't that from the 90s? Like before I was even born?”
Noah said “Jackson likes all of the older shows. He used to force our small group of friends to watch Star Trek, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Seinfeld, Friends. There are lots of great shows from back then.
Noah looked at Em, putting his hand on her leg. “I'll tell you girls what, I'll read your damned book if you tell me there's some steamy sex, and my character ends up on top.” He rubbed her thigh as she leaned into him and whispered something in his ear.
Emily got up off of the sofa and said “Hey muscle man, you said you would show me those work-out magazines in your bedroom.” Noah stood up from the sofa. “Follow me, we have a lot of privacy up there.” He waved to Jackson and Jen. “We'll be back down later, or maybe not.”
It would have been presumptuous with anyone else, except Em who seemed enthused to be alone with Noah since she walked in the door.
“Don't wait up for us. I have a feeling this is going to take a while.” Em said as the two walked out of the room.
Jackson and Jen stared at the doorway for over twenty seconds after they left the room. “She moves fast that one.” Jackson remarked. Jen almost took offense at that. It was fine for her to call Em a slut, but no one else. “What about him, he moves fast, that one.” She almost sneered as she looked in Jackson's eyes.
“I see your point. If men can do it, why not women. Who are we to judge anyway? It's their lives.”
“Well...we moved almost as fast. They're ahead of us by what, hours?”
Jackson looked into her eyes. He had almost a hurt look to them. “I was thinking we were... special.”
She hugged him, then pulled back from the hug and looked in his eyes. “We are, don't be upset by what I said. We're very different. I've known her almost her entire life. She just loves sex. I only meant time-wise, we're not so different from when we first met and how long it took for us to make love, and I do mean make love. Em and Noah are going to fuck each other’s brains out. We're 100% different.” She was getting horny again.
Jackson kissed her and then snuggled his head into her neck. “I'll read that book soon. If you and Emily both think it's good and so much like our own lives, I have to see what's up in it. Then maybe we'll play 'dragon' some more which you said is from that book. The sex games of that book are interesting. Who wouldn't want to play Dragon?”
“I have one that you would like that I read a few months ago. It's called Girl on Paper. I think we should read it together. It’s about an author and his reactions to one of his fiction characters turning up in his house one evening. It's
really good and a great couple book. Maybe not as good for sex as your Medieval Tyrant, but I would enjoy reading it with you.”
“It's a date then. We'll sit in a Jacuzzi, with a bottle of wine and a good book. Let's make it a new tradition, every Sunday night.”
Jackson nibbled on her neck in her sweet spot. It sent a wave of tingling heat through her body. She knew what she wanted. With Em and Noah upstairs enjoying themselves probably until morning, she had her own ideas. “Let's do some more experimenting, like we talked about last night.”
“You don't have to say it twice to me.” The two hastily went upstairs to Jackson's room. It was almost a race at one point to get upstairs, as Jen passed Jackson in the hallway as if they were kids. They hastily walked in the luxurious master-suite, Jackson grabbed Jen from behind using one arm to pin both of her arms behind her, and the other he wrapped around her neck in a choke hold. It was tight too, she could breathe fine, but he could choke her if he wanted with the slightest of pressure. He moved her to the wall next to his bedroom door, and with his foot, he closed the bedroom door.
She had told him that she had been watching the adult comic on FX called Archer that had this female character that loved to be choked. The character could have an orgasm with just a choke hold on her neck. She hinted to him she wanted to try, but he hesitated as it was a little dangerous to him without some further research on the topic on the net.
Now with Jen pinned against the wall and still in the choke hold, Jackson rubbed his still clothed pelvic area against her ass. She tried to move, relishing in her dominant lover's hold. The one thing she didn't love about him restraining her with his arms, was that it kept his arms from exploring, spanking, or caressing her pleasure areas. That's why so many of her fantasies she shared included bondage in one form or another. She loved his hands all over her body.
He added the slightest pressure on her neck and showed her he could choke her as she struggled against his arms.