by Jamie Knight
“Where to?” I asked, as we got into the limo after polishing off our chocolate mousse.
“Your place,” she said, without hesitation.
Neither my cock nor my heart could be any happier.
Chapter Six - Sally
I knew it was a bad idea, but I just couldn't help myself. I kept thinking about how good it had been the last time we had fucked, and I wanted to feel him again. I just hoped that this time we might do it in his bed.
Mike's place was a bit more understated than I thought it might be. Despite being a three-floor condo in downtown Manhattan, it had none of the ostentatious markers of the extreme wealth it would take to afford such a place.
If anything, it was quite tasteful, done in unpretentious whites and blues with plain black furniture and not much in the way of decor. The most expensive thing in the place was the pro computer set up in the corner of the living room.
“This way,” Mike said, leading me up the stairs.
I followed willingly and took his hands as we went up the stairs.
Mike's room was much like the rest of the condo. Plain and spare. Unassuming. A lot like him, really. I wasn't sure what was going on with him but could feel it was something beyond the typical callousness. Like his aloof attitude and cynicism were a way of protecting himself.
I had seen and experienced how tender he could be and had a gut feeling that this was what he was actually like. Not the jerk player he was trying to come off as.
We got to the bed and he turned on me. Not in a bad or scary way. He just literally turned toward me, looking pretty intense.
He took the jersey off me, dropping it on the floor and then did the same with the tee shirt I was wearing under it and then my bra, slowly peeling down the layers of my clothes until he got to my breasts.
He didn't actually do anything at first. He just looked at them and put his hands on them. I wasn’t sure what he might do next.
Then, out of nowhere, he plunged down, taking one of my tits in his hand and the other into his mouth, gently sucking it. Pleasure flowed through me and I got a bit weak in the knees. I put my hand against the wall to stay upright.
Sucking on my other breast next, Mike kissed his way down between them and over my belly, down towards the waistband of my jeans. Unfastening my pants, he slowly pulled them down, kissing each bit of flesh as it revealed itself, finally getting it all the way off.
Pulling off my panties somewhat less ceremoniously, he kissed his way back up my legs, starting at my bare feet, until he buried his face into my aching pussy. I ran my free hand through his hair as he licked, making me want to scream in pleasure.
He braced me by my hips to keep me upright and began to lick my tender, pink pussy lips with even more intensity, making me moan with pleasure. This was a big part of the reason I had given in and showed up at the game, and now I was so glad I had.
“Yes!” I nearly screamed.
He kept going, making me shudder with an intense orgasm. Guiding me down into a sitting position on the bed, he gently massaged my pussy, bringing me to a second delicious orgasm.
When I recovered, I took firm hold of his cock, which already bulging and hard in his pants, determined to give him even a bit of the pleasure he had given me. Getting his pants off, I stroked the shaft of his beautiful cock, taking care to swirl my tongue around the head of his it, licking up the precum.
Cupping his huge balls as well as I could in my other hand, I took his shaft most of the way into my mouth and started to suck him hard. He moaned and closed his eyes, letting me know how good it felt.
I kept going, picking up speed, taking him even further in, doing my best not to gag myself. I could feel him stiffen and he put his hand on the back of my head. Both sure signs he was about to cum.
I slowed down my sucking speed a bit and prepared to take his flood of sweet cum as he unloaded into my mouth. The rush came and I was ready, swallowing it all down, looking him in the eyes as I did so.
Mike pulled me to my feet and, bracing me behind my back with one of his strong arms, kissed me deeply, his tongue playing gently with mine, making me even more horny than I had been before, if such a thing were even possible.
Breaking away, he lay me out on the bed, so that I was facing him, my legs over the edge. He then lifted up my legs over his elbows and pressed his cock against my pussy.
“I-I've never done it like this,” I said, a bit embarrassed.
“I'll be gentle,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
True to his word, Mike moved slowly, gently pumping his huge cock in and out of my wet pussy, making sure to brush past my clit with every pass, sending another shock wave of pleasure shooting through me. It was almost more than I could take. I grabbed onto his arms and held on tight as he moved in me, working me to the edge of a massive orgasm.
I came like a banshee, complete with screaming and convulsions. Mike took a hold of me and held me tight until it had subsided. I had never cum like that before and it took a while before I could even speak.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Fuck yes,” I said, still breathless.
“Good,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
“Again?” I asked.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, but I want to be on top, okay?”
“Sure.”
Mike took off the rest of his clothes and lay down on the bed. I climbed on top of him eagerly, slipping his cock up into my pussy. Taking a few practice bounces to get the balance just right, I lay my hands flat against Mike's chest and began to ride him.
He put his hands on my hips for added support. I went slowly at first, gauging exactly how much of his massive bulk I could comfortably take into my pussy.
When I got it just right and I was used to having him inside me again, I started going a bit harder, until I was pounding in earnest, jackhammering his cock up inside me, making both of us moan loudly in unbridled ecstasy.
“Now!” he said, when he was about to cum.
I jumped off his cock and took it in my mouth as he unleashed his beautiful torrent of hot sticky cum down my throat. I kept sucking even after I had swallowed the last bit, bringing him to another orgasm, unleashing another rush of cum down my throat. I thought I might be getting addicted.
“Do you want to try it in your ass?” he asked.
“Um, sure,” I said, before I really knew what I was saying.
Mike opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out a butt plug and a bottle of lube. He was definitely prepared.
“Turn over,” he said, making it sound like a request.
“Okay.”
I flipped over onto my belly and spread my asshole. The first drops of the lube were cold and made me flinch a bit.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, it's just cold,” I said.
“Sorry, it will warm up,” he said, gently starting to massage the lube into my ass, making me hum.
Lubing me up nicely, Mike slipped a finger in as a sort of preliminary. Even that honestly made me gasp, my asshole being even tighter than my pussy.
When I was ready, Mike pushed the tip of the lubed-up butt plug into the opening of my asshole. I took a deep breath in and let it out as he gently slipped the butt plug all the way into my asshole.
“Just relax, baby,” he said, gently stroking the small of my back.
“Okay,” I said, trying to concentrate.
It didn't really hurt. Certainly not the rash, burning sensation I had heard described. It was more of an intense pressure. I figured it was about how it would feel his cock in my ass so I was glad for the practice run.
“Deep breath in,” Mike said.
I obeyed and as I held the breath in and let it out, Mike gently wiggled the butt plug inside me and reached around to massage my pussy as he did so. When I was ready, Mike pulled the butt plug gently from my asshole and, placing it
on the bedside table, got behind me.
Lovingly stroking my back, Mike pressed the head of his cock against the opening of my stretched-out asshole and pushed in. Giving me a minute to get used to the feeling, he kept going, getting about a quarter of his cock into my asshole before stopping.
Taking me by my hips, Mike started moving his beautiful cock inside my tight little asshole, making me literally shudder with pleasure.
“It's okay, baby, let go.”
I started to moan and then scream, letting loose with unequivocal indications of how good he was making me feel. Mike reached around again and fingered my pussy as he fucked my asshole, making me cum at the same time he filled my asshole with his own cum.
Kissing the back of my neck, Mike slowly pulled out of my asshole and sat on the edge of the bed behind me.
“Do you want to have a shower before you go?” he asked.
He might as well have stabbed me in the heart.
Chapter Seven - Sally
It was a complete failure. I was no closer to knowing what Mike wanted, not for sure.
He wanted to fuck me. That much was clear. I couldn't really fault him for this. I really liked fucking him too. We had a lot in common in that respect and had a lot of good sexual chemistry.
I just didn't want this to be the basis of our relationship. I'd never been down that road myself, being a bit too neurotic for that, but I had known people, both male and female who had, especially when I was enrolled in college, and it never seemed to work very well for anyone involved.
I believed there was something about human psychology, typical human psychology anyway, that longed for some sort of security. It just stood to reason. Even those in polyamorous relationships, something I had never considered, had what tended to be called a 'Primary' or a relationship and a partner which was always there, not matter what else they might do.
I'd had an inkling of something deeper going on with Mike. Some kind of trauma that led him to being really protective or his heart, but did I seem to be able to get to it? No. He was too well guarded.
I would have tried to help if he had let me, which really just made it more frustrating. Someone I liked was clearly hurting but was too busy hiding behind machismo to let me even try to help. I decided to just give it up and save us both a lot of time and trouble.
I was half awake when the knocking started. I tried to ignore it, putting my pillow over my head to try and block it all out or at least to muffle it. Whoever was knocking was relentless and made it clear that they would not go away until I answered.
Pulling myself groggily out of bed, I shambled to the door, still yawning, just as a second barrage of door knocks started up.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, keep your pants on!”
I opened the door, my eyes still only half way to that state, and peered out blearily at the agent of Hell who had opted to disturb my much needed slumber.
“Jessa?”
“Hey,” she said, giving me a big hug.
“Um, hi,” I said, returning the hug.
It was a bit of an awkward hug that I gave her back, but I didn’t want to be rude and not hug her at all.
I knew Jessa through my cake business. She was a so-called social media socialite who had ordered several cakes over the years for the parties she threw apparently on a weekly basis and kept me in business when I first started out after opening the bakery. She was also the source of some of the most surprising, interesting and hilarious orders I had ever received.
The fake dildo had been hers, since one of her friends had been getting married and Jessa had been in charge of organizing the bachelorette party. There was another order which called for two dozen icing butterflies to be applied to a cake made up to look as much like a flower garden as possible. It had been for a garden tea party.
I pulled back from the hug, which had been strange to me since I hadn’t seen her in a long time – she had long moved on to an upscale commercial baker who could bake for her large parties all at once – and we had never known each other that well. Plus, I wasn’t even sure what she was doing here. I wracked my brain, trying to remember if anyone had booked an appointment I might have missed, but I came up blank, and I was really good at remembering my appointments, since I didn’t want to let down my clients.
I was about to invite her in but all of a sudden Jessa’s demeanor changed and she didn't seem very happy to be here, which made the huge she had given me all that much more confusing. It was then that I realized why Mike had seemed so familiar to me.
She and Mike had been together back when I first started baking for her. She always took the lead in terms of the ordering and whatever, so I really only saw him in the background or at a distance when she was around, which was why he never really made much of an impression at the time, other than her handsome boyfriend was who the quiet, reserved type, while she was the social media star of some app they had built together.
She was the one sending in orders, paying my bills and telling me where to set up the cakes I baked at the parties, so I never had much reason to talk to him and everything was always a blur with those busy scenes.
“Why were you at Rickard's with Mike last night?” Jessa asked pointedly.
“How did…”
“I was there too. Didn't Mike tell you? I'm pretty sure he saw me. At least going by the look on his face—”
“No, he didn't. I didn't see you either.”
“I'm good at not being noticed when that’s what’s needed. I've been dodging paparazzi for over a year.”
“I-I guess that makes sense,” I said, my mind lurching into gear.
“You still haven't answered my question. What were you doing with Mike last night?”
“Are you stalking us or something?” I asked, suddenly defensive.
“I have no need to do that,” she said, curling her lip at me as if she was repulsed that I would even accuse her of such a thing. “I run the On the Go app; I know where everyone is all the time. Besides, I often go to Rickard's. Mike and I used to go there all the time. We have a standing reservation. I'm just more willing to use it to bounce people.”
“Out of line?” I asked.
“Where else?” she asked, with a smile that bordered on evil.
I had heard about rich people who thought they owned the world. Gia had had her own experience with such types, all of which had nearly ruined her chances with Reece.
I thought of Mike again. My feelings about him were mixed, to say the least, but if he had some kind of crazy ex-girlfriend thing going on, I was worried for his safety.
Some girls would have run the other way as fast as possible, not wanting to get involved, self-preservation being both common and understandable. I was a weirdo however and felt protective of the guy I wasn't even sure liked me outside of fucking me.
I mean, I had thought he liked me, and we definitely had instant chemistry, but he didn’t seem like the relationship type. Our connection was a bit tenuous at that point, but I didn't want him to get hurt. I also didn't believe for a second that Jessa had been there by accident, partly because, as she so kindly pointed out, she knew that Mike went there often.
“That's not very nice, you know,” I said.
“Nice guys finish last, bitch,” Jessa snarled.
“Did you just call me a bitch?” I asked.
“Fuckin' right I did. You're nothing. Mike is mine and I can have him back any time I want to. You need to back the fuck o-”
I didn't hear the last word. I was too busy slamming the door on her face, hoping I'd broken her nose.
Going back my bedroom, I took out my phone. I looked up Mike's number, not having yet committed it to memory, and wrote him a quick text, inviting him out to lunch.
I wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but I knew Jessa and the least I could do was try and warn him. Maybe I could also ask him some questions and get to the bottom of why his ex was stalking us.
Chapter Eight
- Mike
I was waiting for Ava's serve, turning my racket in my hands, as was my custom, when my phone started to ring in the pocket of my tennis shorts. Ava and I were having our usual Sunday match, which was something we had done since we were kids, initially at our parent's insistence.
We had always liked each other better than tennis, the sport mostly becoming an excuse to make time in our busy lives to see each other. She was just as competitive as she had been when she was ten, her serve only getting harder and more accurate as she grew up.
As evidence of that fact, I still had a slight bruise on my chest left over from an incident the week before.
“Are you going to get that?” Ava asked, nodding her head towards my ringing phone.
“You think I should?” I asked, straightening up.
“Sure.”
I pulled the phone from my pocket and looked at the notification.
It was a text from Sally.
“It's from Sally, right?” Ava asked.
“How did you know?”
“Just a hunch,” Ava said, with a sight shrug.
I tapped on the notification and read the message. Sally wanted to meet me for lunch. I was a bit surprised, considering how we had left things the night before.
I had wanted to ask her to stay but honestly wasn't sure if she was into it. I had the feeling that she was, but I didn't want to push it. And truth be told, I was a bit shaken by how attached I was getting to Sally.
“You should go,” Ava said.
“Huh?” I asked, looking up.
“To lunch with Sally; she clearly doesn't hate you, yet.”
“How did you -”
“You're not the only one who notices things, bro.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
She was right, of course. An eye and memory for detail were pretty much family traits. One which had led us both into our respective careers.
“If you still know her by Thanksgiving, you should invite her to my annual dinner party, so I can meet her.”
