Wes exploded. His cum hit the back of her throat with force and she greedily swallowed his milky essence. His entire body had tightened right before he had cum, and as he spilled into her sweet mouth he cupped her head within his large hands. He gently pumped into her until every molecule of cum had been released from his body. Jo licked him clean savoring his taste.
Wes fell back against her pillows. “Holy Mother of… What the hell Jo and where did you learn that trick?”
“I read it in one of my romance novels. Did you like it?”
“Woman that was the absolutely unbelievable. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”
“Good then, my work here is done.” Jo laughed standing up.
Wes grabbed her and pulled her down on to his lap. “I want to kiss you.” He said tenderly.
“I always want to kiss you Wes.”
He leaned in and their mouths explored each other gently. He could taste his saltiness on her tongue as he made love to her mouth. Jo was soaking wet. She had been so turned on by going down on him and she was delighted that she had surprised him, so she was content with kissing him. Wes however had other plans.
He took of Jo’s shorts and tee shirt and then took off her bra and undies. He ran his hands over her small frame stopping only at places that he knew were sensual spots for her. Wes flipped her so now her back was on the bed and her feet were on the floor, then he leaned over her. With a gleam in his eye he latched on to first one nipple then the other. Jo was writhing as his mouth teased her. Jo was already feeling a pre-orgasm swirl in her female parts.
She couldn’t believe he could bring her to the brink so quickly. Wes stopped sucking on her nipples. They were dark and wet from his mouth and Jo wished she could put them in her own mouth just to get the sensation back. Wes knelt on the floor and pressed her bent legs up to her chest and looked at her glistening folds. She was so exposed and it felt decadent. Wes held her tightly and lowered himself to her slick pussy lips.
He blew on her wetness and Jo felt the warm breath tickling her. He settled between her legs, draped her knees over his muscular shoulders and placed his hands under her derrière, then he gave her a mischievous grin and ate her like it was his last supper.
Jo lasted all of a minute before the first shattering orgasm rolled through her. She pressed her soaked, closely shaved pussy into Wes' face as the currents of pleasure zipped through her. He filled her with his tongue and an another orgasm grew from the first one. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore Wes inserted three fingers inside of her and used his teeth to gently gnaw on her distended clit. Jo screamed as a tsunami of intense bliss coursed through her body. He drew out her pleasure and began to suckle on her highly sensitive nub, but she pushed his head away. “No, no more, stop. Jeez. Wes, oh my gosh, three times, Wes. Three times.”
Wes leaned in for a kiss and now she tasted her saltiness on him.
“I was going for four.” He said smugly.
“I’d be dead.” She gasped.
Jo wanted to cuddle after the mind blowing orgasms he had just delivered so they again had another sleep over. Jo realized all her talk about trying to maintain some distance was being shot to hell.
On Sunday after a wonderful bout of wake up sex, she and Wes stayed in bed and read the paper together. When they finally emerged from the bedroom it was after noon so Jo made them egg sandwiches. It was a beautiful day and Wes decided they should go for a drive with the top down. When she got into the Porsche she looked over at Wes, secured her hair with a kerchief and said. “Ice Cream?”
“Read my mind baby!” Wes chuckled.
They explored roads and stopped at the ice cream truck, this time enjoying homemade strawberry ice cream. Tom and Betsy were delighted to see that Wes was still with Jo. They were having a fantastic day, one Jo knew she would cherish. She felt so close to Wes and loved being with him. It was starting to get late and Jo’s phone pinged with a message.
“Oh crud.” She said scrunching her face up.
“What’s the matter?’ Wes said keeping his eyes on the road, but not liking her tone.
“I forgot. I promised I’d have dinner with Nick tonight.”
Wes didn’t show any emotion, she hated when he did that. He could go so cold.
“Wes?”
“I heard you.” He wouldn’t look at her.
“Wes talk to me.”
Wes pulled off to the side of the deserted lake road.
“Is it a date?”
“Of course not! We’re friends.”
Wes wiped his hand over his face.
“He likes you more than just friends Jo. You know that right?”
Jo hung her head. “I think if I allowed it he would want to take it further.” She admitted.
“Jo how would you feel if I told you that Jill and I were going out for drinks, just as friends?”
“Oh sheesh.”
“If you want to do dinner with him you can. You’re your own woman, but don’t ask me to like it or even accept it.”
“No you made your point.”
Jo called Nick’s number and put the phone on speaker signaling for Wes to remain quiet.
“Hey Jo where are you? We have a date remember?”
“Uh Nick about that. I’d be happy to still meet you for dinner but I would be bringing Wes along.”
“What? Come on Jo why?”
“Nick I really, really like him.” Jo spoke into her phone as she looked up into Wes eyes. “I don’t want to do anything to mess that up. It's too perfect.” Wes’ eyes held hers and she couldn’t look away from him.
“Jo, he’s going to hurt you again.”
“He might.” She said quietly. Wes was shaking his head no. “But for now I just don’t want there to be any blurred lines.”
“What the hell Jo?”
“I’m sorry Nick. I do consider you to be my friend, but I don’t want to do anything that might hurt Wes.”
“Okay Jo I get it." Nick paused, "When he lets you down I’ll still be here for you.” Wes could hear the disparagement in Nick’s voice; the line went silent as Nick hung up.
“Ouch.” Jo said.
“Thank you Jo.” Wes said placing his hand on her thigh.
“Now remember you can’t go out with any women friends either!” She teased.
“Jo, I don’t have women friends. For the record you’re the first woman I think I’ve even liked.”
Jo unbuckled from her seatbelt and kissed Wes until they were breathless. She then returned to her seat and buckled herself back in.
“You also owe me a dinner mister.” She said laughing.
Wes gave her a big smile. “That I can do baby!”
The next week Jo and Wes were remained busy. Wes had started to go into the office, each day staying longer, and Jo earnestly worked on her article. On Friday night Jo sang at the bar, while Wes sat at a nearby table the entire time. It felt good to sing, it’s something she had always loved to do and the big bonus was she was being paid well for it. Jo was starting to feel the monetary pinch of not having a steady job. She was still waiting to hear back from a few places that she’d sent her resume too. She opted not to share her financial woes with Wes because she knew he’d try to give her money and she could no way accept it.
Jo had emailed back the people in Chicago explaining that she appreciated the opportunity, but she couldn’t leave the area at the moment. A niggle of trepidation dug at her. The fact that she was turning down an interview because she just couldn’t bring herself to leave Wes might not have been the smartest thing to do, but emotionally it was the only thing she could do. There was no way she could leave him.
Unfortunately her parents were starting to hound her so she told them about the interview, saying that it was just a formality and that she basically had the job. Jo hoped that the lie would appease them for a few weeks and by the time she was supposed to have her fake interview; she will have found another job.
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sp; The next few weeks were spectacular for the happy couple. Wes was settled back at work full time. Jo had taken him for a follow up doctor's visit and the doctor was amazed with Wes’ speedy recovery. When Jo and Wes weren’t together they stayed in touch with texts and phone calls. Jo often found herself smiling for no reason at all. They spent every night together, sometimes at her place others at his.
Wes had secured a new client that had requested Wes' body guarding services personally, because of the heroic way he had saved Ginger Lola’s life. The billionaire wanted Wes to travel with his family for a couple weeks while they were in Europe. Wes explained that T.U.F.’s would take on the job, but he could not personally accompany them, and that T.U.F.’s would provide someone else.
Jo had been worried when he had initially told her about the job, but she never revealed to Wes how her heart ached thinking that he might take the assignment. When she found out that he wouldn’t be going she still never said anything to him, but she rewarded him that night.
Jo had run into Nick a few times but he remained aloof and Jo couldn’t help but feel sad that their friendship was over. She began to run in earnest again, but now she always varied her routes and along with her iPhone she also carried mace. Wes tried to get her to work out at the gym, but Jo refused and it had been a small bone of contention between them. He was still worried for her safety.
Jo had received the list of investors in the mail and so many things clicked into place. The most notable name she saw was that of Henry, her old boss. There were also a few shell companies listed and Jo was slowly delving into their origins. Jo knew that shell companies invested for persons who wanted to remain anonymous and often had shady business standards. It made sense now as to why she’d been dismissed from the paper.
She had been sharing her progress with Wes daily and when she pointed out Henry’s name on the list of investors to him and he looked at the other names, he became very concerned. Wes offered to run the shell companies through his computers data base, but Jo politely told him she wanted to do this on her own.
On Friday night Jo once again sang at the bar. Wes had come in later after working a party on a yacht. He looked handsome in his lightweight suit. Jo could see how tired he was and during her last set she watched as his eyes drooped and then snapped back open. Wes helped her load her guitar in the back of her car and before she could get in Wes had wrapped her tightly into his arms and his mouth had found hers.
When he lifted from her Jo was feeling needy and she wished they were already home. “What was that for?” She asked huskily.
“I really missed you today.” Wes said seriously.
“I missed you too.” Jo said pulling him in for another kiss.
The kiss was intimate and wonderfully familiar. It bespoke of things to come. Jo pushed back on Wes’ chest giving him a knowing smile.
“Your place or mine?” Wes asked opening her car door for her.
“Yours is closer.” She said sitting down.
“Closer's good.” Wes said patting her roof and heading towards his car.
Jo pulled into a visitor spot and met Wes in the lobby of his building. He took her by the hand and kissed it gently. In the elevator ride up to Wes’ top floor condo Wes told Jo about the yacht he’d been on. T.U.F.’s job that night was providing security to party goers on the yacht.
“I drew the short straw and had to be on the actual yacht.” Wes was telling her.
“Where were Andy and Jace?”
“Jace was in a separate boat that rode around the yacht all night.”
“And Andy?”
“He’s looking for a missing teenager.”
“Oh that would be awful.” Jo sympathized.
Wes gathered her close resting his chin on her head.
“The parents are a mess.” He confided.
When they got inside Wes’ condo he asked her what she'd done all day. Jo didn’t want to lie, but she knew his overprotective nature would never allow her to do what she had spent the day planning for. Something she was doing Sunday night so she decided to redirect his question a little.
“I discovered that a shipment of wood is being delivered Sunday night.” She said nonchalantly.
“Wood?”
Wes was so tired Jo realized that he was barely listening.
“Yeah, I was sitting outside the site today…”
That brought Wes back to the conversation.
“Jo, wait what?”
“It was fine Wes. I disguised myself and sat outside the site today. I was listening to the workers talk, that’s all.”
“Honey what were you disguised as?” Wes voice was weary but he was fully alert now.
“I, uh, dressed homeless and hung out in the…”
“Oh no you didn’t!” Wes voice boomed causing Jo to jump.
Jo clamped her mouth shut.
“Jo did you hang out in the Cardboard Corner?” He was livid.
“Wes calm down. They’re just people who are down on their luck.”
“Some, yes, but others are unstable. Jesus what ever possessed you?”
“Now listen here Wes Tobin. I’m getting good information from there.”
“You are out of your ever lovin' mind Jo. That’s it! No more.”
“Wes you’re starting to piss me off.” Jo said tensely.
“Well that’s good because I’m beyond pissed off! I can’t deal with this Jo.”
“What?” Jo was hurt that he was reacting so vehemently and she was livid that he thought he could tell her what to do.
“I can’t do my job and worry about what you’re doing.” He spat out tersely. Wes was pacing. His back was to Jo.
“That isn’t going to be a problem anymore.” She replied quietly.
Wes turned around towards Jo. He was thinking she was agreeing with him, but that was not what was happening. Jo was already out the door, shutting it behind her. By the time Wes reached his door, Jo had made it to the elevator.
“Come back here Jo!” He was yelling now. “We have to talk about this!”
The elevator doors closed leaving Wes in the hallway yelling at Jo to ‘get back here.’ Jo was angry and disappointed as she rode down to the lobby.
Her phone rang and she knew it was Wes. She turned it off, got in her car and headed home.
Jo had been visiting Cardboard Corner for the last four days now. She had begun her surveillance by running past the site as if she were simply working out, even though it wasn't the best area to run in. Jo saw that many of the big card board boxes that served as make shift shelters for the homeless, were bolstered by the construction sites chain link fence, and that’s when she knew she had to figure out a way to hide out there so she could stake out the site.
A trailer that belonged to the construction company also abutted the fence and the large table where the supervisor stationed himself was located close by also. The table sat under a portable pop up tent that provided shelter from the sun during the day.
Jo took mental notes of the persons she saw in the small homeless area and came up with the idea of disguising herself as one of them in order to get close to the site and not arouse suspicion. The first day Jo entered the camp she carried a large dirty bag with her that contained a few items like a blanket, and a large tarp. She kept her phone hidden and assumed the role of a down on her luck woman.
She didn’t stay too long that first day. One of the men approached her and Jo told him she was looking for a new place to live. An elderly woman approached her and Jo alluded to her that she’d been assaulted at the last place she had camped and needed a new base. The woman showed no emotion, but acknowledged that she understood before walking away.
On the third day that Jo visited the camp a young girl with a small baby invited her to sit with her. Jo discovered the girl had run off with her boyfriend after she found out she was pregnant. Her parents were going to send her away, so the two young lovers had run off and had been living at Cardboard Corner for the
last nine months.
Jo always left the camp so she could get home and scrubbed clean before Wes arrived. She was pleased with the headway she was making with her new friends and had begun to overhear snippets of information from the construction site that could help her with her investigation. Just that day she heard the supervisor telling the foreman that a shipment was due in Sunday night.
When Jo heard this she asked the young girl, whose name was Annie, if she could stay with her Sunday night. Jo explained that the man that was giving her trouble was due back in her camp and she was afraid to stay there.
Annie said there wasn’t room in her shelter for her, but if Jo brought a tarp, she’d get her boyfriend Trip to put it up nearby their box, and Jo could camp out there. Jo was delighted because it was right next to the foreman's table and she could watch the site from under the tarp without arousing any suspicion.
Jo was fuming that Wes had gone all Neanderthal on her. She knew that if he had even an inkling of what she was going to do Sunday night his reaction would have been ten times worse. By the time she got home she had calmed down considerably and now the hurt began to sink in. She collapsed onto her bed, tired from her stake out and her singing gig and let her tears fall unchecked.
Jo refused to turn on her phone Saturday and spent the entire day away from her house running errands, in case Wes tried to stop by. On Saturday night she turned her phone back on and saw all the missed texts and calls form Wes. Jo deleted them all with out looking at them.
Jo was almost asleep on her couch when someone started banging on her door. She looked through the peephole and saw Wes looking ruffled and weary. Jo didn’t open the door.
“Go away Wes. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Jo open the door, we need to talk.”
“No. There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Jo open the door, please.”
Jo heard the desperation in Wes voice and it broke her resolve.
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