by Неизвестный
After several minutes of his twisting, pinching, and rubbing, she was so close to the orgasm that was building inside her she thought she was going to die.
“Jack, please, oh, yes, please, Jack!” She was writhing on the seat. Her hips were bucking in motion with his teasing of her clit. She was rubbing her tits together with wild abandonment.
Jack had never seen anything so damn beautiful. She looked amazing, pleasing her nipples, rocking her body against his hand.
Jack pulled into his garage and turned off the engine, freeing his driving hand to do more. Leaning over her, he asked, “What, sweetheart, please what? Do you want me to make you feel good? Do you want me to drive you crazy? Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes, that please, Jack, make me come!” She was begging him for her release. Her eyes were heavy and didn’t mask her desire. “Please, Jack, please, I have to…I need to…oh, yes, oh, God, oh, Jesus, ooohh, Jack!”
She screamed his name, and as she came her juices poured all over his hand. She was panting, barely able to catch a breath. Her legs were shaking. Jack didn’t move, he just watched her as the aftereffects of her orgasm rolled over her body. Then, slowly, once her breathing came under control, he took his hand and brought it to her mouth. He rubbed his wet fingers on her lips. She opened her eyes, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Taste my fingers, taste and smell your passion.” His voice was almost a whisper. She opened her mouth and began to suck on his fingers.
“Do you taste that? That is what I taste when I take you with my mouth. That is what I smell sitting here next to you. You have the most arousing scent I have ever smelled on a woman. You are amazing.”
He was telling her the truth. She could tell by the look in his eyes.
“Didn’t you say something about a shower?” She was smiling at him lazily. Her face was flushed and glowing and had the look of a content kitten after lapping up an entire bowl of rich cream.
“Yeah, let’s get inside. Let’s make something to eat, too, I’m already pretty hungry, and we are going to need a lot of extra strength for all I want to do to you tonight.” He was smiling at her now. It made her feel warm and fuzzy. It was almost enough to make her forget she was spread out in his front seat, almost.
Going into his house, she was only able to see bits and pieces of his furnishings. It was dark, and he was hurrying her up the stairs. He took her into a masculine room at the end of the hall. The walls were dark beige with large furniture in rich wood tones. There were no bright colors in the room, just many different shades of browns. The carpet was light beige with a coffee brown rug thrown over it. There were off-white throw pillows on a beige leather chaise lounge sitting in the corner of the room. The bed had a thick satin comforter in a rich brown. She had to laugh. The colors seemed so typical of a choice for a bachelor. The room looked delicious, like different flavors of chocolate.
He pulled her into a very large and just as masculine looking bathroom. It had a giant bathtub with jets and a huge walk-in shower. He turned on the showerheads. There were four in all, one on each wall, and one detachable showerhead.
He turned to her, smiling. He liked that look on her face, and he liked knowing that he put it there. He knew that she was glad that she was here and not nervous. Thinking of the way his cell phone interrupted their moment earlier and she started to freeze up on him, he made a mental note to turn off his phone and turn off the ringer of his house phone. He wanted no distractions for them tonight. He didn’t know why, only that he wanted to enjoy every part of their time together. He held out his arms and waited for her to come to him.
She walked to him. She was still naked. “I haven’t seen you yet. I want to see you.”
He watched as her gaze drifted down to the bulge in his pants that was like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
“I have been naked with you for quite some time, and now I want to see you.” She came even closer to him and rubbed her hands up his chest. “I want to feel your naked body against mine. Please, Jack, I have done everything you’ve asked me to do. Let me see you. Let me touch you.”
God, she was beautiful. He reached out to her, put his hands on either side of her face, and massaged his thumbs on her cheeks. He smiled at her, a cocky, arrogant smile as he remembered the first time he made her come.
“You, my sweet lady, are going to get into that shower. I am going to go downstairs and get your stuff out of the SUV, and then I am going to throw one of those frozen lasagnas in the oven. Then, I am going to come up here, get undressed, and get in that shower with you. I promised to wash you from head to toe. But, when I am done, I will let you touch me wherever you want, for as long as you want.” He stopped talking to kiss her.
Breaking the kiss, Jack continued, “Well, not quite. If I remember correctly, the lasagna calls for sixty minutes in the oven. So, you might have to take an intermission somewhere in the middle. Unless by that time you are bored with my body.”
“I highly doubt that.” She laughed as she said it.
Jack watched her while she laughed. She had a beautiful laugh, a beautiful smile. She was beautiful.
“Will you do me a favor then? Hurry!” She raised her eyebrows and looked at him suggestively and smacked him on the ass. He laughed and ran out of the room.
Tamara turned to look at herself in the mirror. She didn’t know what she had expected, but she wasn’t prepared for what she saw. She had never been very vain, but she thought she looked beautiful. Her hair was tussled, but in a very seductive and sexy way. Her face was flushed, and it looked like she was glowing. She didn’t even notice her lack of eye makeup until she stepped closer to the mirror.
She suddenly felt sexy, beautiful, and like a provocative woman. She wanted to use this newfound sense of herself to seduce Jack and give him pleasure. He had made her feel so good, he had taken charge and given her exactly what she’d needed and what she’d wanted.
Walking to the shower, she glanced back and grinned. Now she knew why she hadn’t ever seen herself look like this before. She was fulfilled. Her body was sexually satisfied, and she still craved more. It was a warm feeling of completion and craving her body had never felt before. She looked up, silently thanking God for sending the Greek god of pleasure her way.
Chapter 5
Jack ran downstairs with a huge grin on his face. He pulled his cell phone from his jeans pocket and was all set to turn it off when it rang. He didn’t recognize the number and was not in the mood for anything to interrupt the rest of his evening with Tamara.
He didn’t know why he was so excited at the idea of having her again. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her and stay there. The feeling confused him. Usually after a good screw, he was ready to go to sleep. But tonight, after watching her workout, then watching her body buck with wild abandonment, he realized that being inside her once would not be enough.
After the call went to voice mail, he turned off his phone. He went straight to the freezer, took out the lasagna, and set it out on the counter. He turned to shut the ringer off on the kitchen phone when it rang. It was that same number. Great! Probably some girl he’d had a fling with in the past looking for a New Year’s screw. He didn’t answer it. He turned to preheat the oven to 450 degrees and proceeded out to the garage to retrieve Tamara’s bag and clothes.
On his way back into the house, he heard the person speaking into the answering machine. It was a man. “…So if you could please call us back immediately, Mr. Peyton. The police have already been dispatched, but I think you should be there. They say the damage is not very extensive.”
What the hell? Jack picked up the phone. “Wait! Don’t hang up. This is Jack Peyton. Who is this?”
“Mr. Peyton, I’m so glad I reached you. My name is Edward Jackson. I work at Elite Security Services. You know us probably as ESS. Anyway, our patrol officer spotted someone vandalizing your club. By the time he sped across the parking lot, the person drove away. Luckily, our
officer got a vehicle description and a license plate number, so I believe the police are already looking for the suspect. Unfortunately, he didn’t spot him until after he threw a crowbar in the front window of your club.”
Jack continued to listen in disbelief. He had just left there less than twenty minutes ago. When could this have happened?
“So as you can see, Mr. Peyton, it would really be best if you could make it to the club. We already have a crew on their way to board up the window. That’s part of our services. When can I tell the officer to expect you, Mr. Peyton?”
“Tell them I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Jack slammed down the phone. What in the hell could have happened?
He was all set to run out the door when he remembered Tamara. He cursed himself, stopped in his tracks, literally threw the lasagna in the oven, set the timer for sixty minutes, and started out once more. Cursing himself again for being an idiot, he ran back in the house to scribble a note for Tamara. He couldn’t find any paper so he wrote it on the grease board he kept adhered to the refrigerator. Then he finally sped out of the garage and towards his club.
Tamara turned off the shower fifteen minutes later. He said he was going to come back up and wash her himself, but he hadn’t come back. If she stayed in here much longer, she was afraid they would run out of hot water.
She stepped out of the shower and used the towels that were on the hooks next to the shower. She was surprised at the fresh, clean scent that came off of them. She expected a bachelor like Jack to have towels that hadn’t been washed in a week or so just hanging there. But these smelled like they had just come out of the dryer all fresh and clean. She toweled her hair dry as best she could and wrapped the other towel around her body and tucked the corners together at the side.
She didn’t hear a sound in the house. Where was he? Maybe he was lying in bed, waiting for her, waiting to surprise her with more of his incredible talents. She walked to the bedroom and was disappointed when she saw nothing. Her gym bag wasn’t even there. She yelled out to him, and he didn’t respond. She walked out of the bedroom and yelled again. Still, he didn’t answer her. She started walking towards the stairs and was becoming increasingly aware of the quietness that had settled in the house.
Tamara realized she didn’t really know Jack. Despite him being an awesome lover, maybe he was one of those sick bastards that enjoyed scaring women. She prayed he wasn’t hiding, waiting to jump out and scare her. She used to hate it when her mother did that to try to scare away her hiccups.
Walking down the stairs, Tamara could faintly begin to smell the lasagna. Okay, so he’d started the food, but where was he? “Jack, this is not funny! Where are you? Come out right now!”
Still nothing. She started to walk towards the kitchen and nearly tripped over her bag and her clothes. They looked like they had just been thrown down. Where in the hell was he? Meticulously, Tamara began searching the house. Every room, every closet, everywhere. She checked in the garage and in the basement and decided that was enough. There was no way she was going to check the attic. If he was up there, so be it.
She was walking back up the stairs from the basement when she opened the door to turn the handle. She thought she had left it open, but at this point she was expecting sadistic Jack to jump out at any moment and scare her. So she knew her imagination was working overtime.
She opened the door slowly and peered around it. Nothing. No sounds, no movement, nobody. She closed the door and started to turn towards his living room again when she heard a loud, obnoxious BZZZZZ. Her whole body jerked, and she grabbed her heart, which nearly jumped clear out of her throat. Then she remembered the lasagna. She ran to the kitchen holding the towel up and grabbed a pot holder that was sitting on the counter. She reached over, turned off the oven, pulled the lasagna out, and set it to cool on top of the stove. Realizing she was done with his games, Tamara headed upstairs to get changed and head home. She was disappointed that Jack had left her. She was really looking forward to having more of him. She was going to have to call a cab and wait forever since it was New Year’s Eve. But it wasn’t like Jack was here forcing her out anytime soon. He had probably gone to go meet that man and those women.
Jack was getting antsy. He had been here an hour already, and he was still waiting to talk to the police. They were too busy doing whatever it was they were doing. It looked like shooting the breeze to him. He had already spoken with the security officer, Joe Rodriguez, who had spotted the vandal. He described the man and the car to Jack. Jack couldn’t be sure, but it sounded an awful lot like Tamara’s ex-boyfriend.
Tamara. Jack wondered what she was doing right now. He hoped she’d waited like he wanted her to. Thinking about how much she had turned him on, he hoped she was still just as horny as he was when he got back. He realized he hadn’t left her his cell phone number before he left. He wished now he would have. He’d had no idea it was going to take this long.
Finally, an officer headed over to him and introduced himself as Officer Dollaghan. He was an average-sized man, not too big, nor too skinny. He had reddish-blond hair and enough freckles to map out constellations. Dollaghan asked Jack if he knew a Brent Townsend and also wondered if Jack knew why this Brent character would vandalize Jack’s health club. Jack wasn’t sure what Tamara’s ex-boyfriend’s name was. He told the officer he didn’t know him, but explained to him the situation in the parking lot earlier this evening.
After spending about fifteen minutes talking to Officer Dollaghan and another ten minutes finishing things up with the security officer to make sure the club was adequately boarded up, Jack got into his SUV to head back home.
As soon as he got into the vehicle, a rush of arousal and heat shot straight to his cock. He could smell her, he could smell Tamara and the wild sex they’d shared in this vehicle just a couple of hours ago. With that and many more thoughts running through his head, he raced home. It was ten o’clock, and he didn’t think he had ever been in such a hurry to get anywhere.
Tamara finished getting dressed and went downstairs to call for a cab. She felt bad, but she knew she was going to have to snoop to find his address on a piece of mail or something, seeing as how she had no idea where she was.
She entered the kitchen with a clean pair of gym shorts and a tank top on. She always kept at least two extra workout outfits in her bag in case she forgot to do her wash. Heading for the drawer next to the fridge, she caught a glimpse of her name in the corner of her eye. She turned, and there on the fridge was a note from Jack.
Tamara,
Had to leave. Club vandalized. Be back soon. DON’T LEAVE!
Jack
Tamara’s heart fluttered. So, he hadn’t just left her here. It was an emergency, one that couldn’t be helped. He’d had to leave, but he was coming back, and he wanted her to stay! Obviously she wouldn’t be calling that cab. Deciding she would rather wait for him to eat the lasagna, she pulled out her makeup bag and decided she would try to at least look good for her New Year’s lover.
She ran to the powder room off of the kitchen with the excitement of a teenage girl getting ready for her first date. She finished her makeup in record time and was glad to see that she still had that glow on her face. The look it gave her made her feel like a seductress. She felt great. She wished she had something a little sexier to wear. But if she knew Jack, he wouldn’t want her in anything at all.
While she was putting her makeup bag away, she decided she would check her phone. Maybe she had missed an important call. Although she didn’t really think so. The only people who ever called her were Shelby and Brent.
She turned it on and read the display message telling her that she had five new voice messages. She knew they must all be from Brent. She wasn’t going to listen, but her curiosity got the better of her. She dialed her mailbox, then entered her access code and began to listen.
“Tamara, sweetie, it’s me, Brent. We need to talk about this. Call me back. I love you!” God, he sounded as smooth
as silk. Didn’t he have any remorse at all?
Message two was no different. And message three was pretty similar except he had an edge of annoyance in his voice that she hadn’t remembered hearing before. As if he was actually appalled that she wasn’t taking his phone calls.
Message four, however, took her by surprise. When she had caught Shelby and Brent earlier this evening, Shelby had a look of disbelief that she was caught and a look of guilt for betraying her friend. As angry as Tamara was at her, she at least believed that Shelby was embarrassed by what she had done. Even though Tamara didn’t care, she at least thought she showed regret over her actions.
But her message was quite different. “Hi, Tammie, it’s me, Shelby, you know, the girl that fucks better than you. I just wanted to let you know that I am not sorry, and I would do it all over again. Brent is too much man for you, and, well, let’s be honest, shall we? If you were giving him what he needed, would he really be screwing me from six ways to Sunday on your kitchen table? I mean really, Tammie, it’s nobody’s fault but your own. So get over yourself! Maybe you’re not all that you thought you were. Hey, it happens.” Then she heard a loud slam of the receiver going down.
As shocked as she was hearing Shelby talk to her in such a way, she was more shocked when she heard the sound of Brent’s voice on message five. It was different than she had ever heard him before. He sounded enraged.
“Tamara, it’s me. What are you doing? Is it not bad enough that you embarrass me in front of that meathead from the gym by demanding that I leave you alone? But I then have to watch you kiss him in the parking lot and then get into his fancy Cadillac Escalade. You’ve been in there for five minutes. Get out of there, Tamara. I demand you leave his vehicle at once!”
He said it as though she would be able to hear his message while he was leaving it. Even if that were possible, her phone had been turned off. And his voice, it sounded so shaky. She continued to listen, but he said nothing for a few seconds.