Breaking Spades

by W. Ferraro

  “Oh, no you don’t! Your inner pajama goddess is just going to have to wait a little bit longer,” CeCe walked over, grabbed Natalie’s arm, and dragged her to a rack by the window overlooking a beautiful sunny summer day on Newbury Street. “Here, try this,” CeCe handed her one piece from the closest rack and another from a table display.

  “You want me to try on a shirt and a scarf?” Natalie asked, confused.

  “No, I want you to try on a dress and a shawl.”

  Mae laughed as Natalie’s eyes bugged out, lifting the garments up to examine them closer.

  “Now! No lip, Nat, go! The dressing room is that way.” CeCe shooed her friend, secretly knowing this ensemble was going to look fabulous as long as they found the right shoes and jewelry.

  CeCe focused on the small selection of shoes, hats and jewelry the store offered. She had a couple of jewelry pieces, and three pairs of stilettos in her hand when she noticed the cream colored leather fedora on a stand in the center of the display. With a trick of her hand, CeCe put it atop her head and was adjusting the fit and admiring the look in the display mirror, when her quiet moment was interrupted.

  “Need a hand?”

  Never turning to face him, she met Jarod’s intense blue eyes in the reflection of the mirror. She watched as his jaw worked, and admired how his shoulders and chest looked large and firm in the white t-shirt he wore. His aviator glasses hung in the collar of his v-neck shirt. The short sleeve showed just the hint of his tattoo on his left bicep as his hands rested casually on his hips. Funny, she had forgotten about his tattoo.

  “I asked if you needed a hand. You seem to be juggling an awful lot there,” he asked again, firmer this time as he moved closer to her, still holding her gaze in the mirror.

  “I’m good,” she answered huskily, touching the corded circle between her collarbones, not knowing where her voice had gone.

  A gorgeous, panty-dropping smile crossed his face as he leaned down, remained in the view of the mirror, and whispered into her ear, “Good? Oh, Kitten, you are better than good, your taste was incredible. Something I will binge myself on again, very soon.” His tongue shot out and traced the lower lobe of her ear before they were interrupted by Mae’s shriek of delight.

  “Damn, Natalie!” Mae giggled as she admired her friend, unaware of the private erotic challenge that was just issued yards away.

  Natalie turned this way and that way in front of the mirror outside the dressing area. The black mini dress covered her efficiently yet indecently, paired with the hot pink shawl, which hung loosely over her arms.

  CeCe joined them, balancing everything effortlessly. She handed Natalie a pair of hot pink lace stilettos as well as a matching chunky pink beaded long necklace.

  CeCe used her professional eye, changing out the necklace for another before proclaiming, “Perfect!”

  As if CeCe’s seal of approval wasn’t the deciding factor, Jarod chose this moment to let out a wolf whistle causing Mae to whip her head around, and Natalie to blush from head to toe.

  “Excuse me,” CeCe said as she put everything down including the fedora and grabbed hold of Jarod’s beefy arm and walked outside. When the boutiques door closed and the sun beat down on her face she unleashed her annoyance on him, “What do you want, Gates?”

  Placing his aviators back on, Jarod rubbed his lower lip with his thumb erotically before answering, “I thought I made that clear, Cees.”

  She looked up the street, trying to gather herself so she could battle him. Once again touching the black cord around her neck she expelled a deep breath, she turned back to him and said, “What are you doing here?”

  “My job.”

  “Look. I get you need to keep an eye on me at home, but don’t you think this is excessive? I don’t even know why you are in Boston.”

  “Nope, and because you are.”

  Why did the combination of those words have her thinking of stripping him down, right here on the street?

  “The only thing excessive right now is the amount of clothes you are wearing. We will have to rectify that sooner rather than later.”

  He is just too cocky! The fact everything coming out of his mouth is making her wet is beside the point.

  “And what if I’ve changed my mind. I got what I needed last night, why the hell are you so cock sure there will be a next time?”

  He ducked down close, but before his lips could touch hers he spoke, “Because I was there, Kitten, I felt everything you felt. The question isn’t if sex will happen between us. The question is when. As I said last night, your play, Kitten. All you have to do is tell me you’re ready.”

  Good luck waiting for that to happen, Slick. Her will tried to remain strong, but even as she thought the words, her mind betrayed her, vividly remembering all he did to her last night, and how much she enjoyed it.

  As if he could read her mind, “You were ready last night, but I want to make sure you come to my bed one hundred percent willingly because once I have you there, neither of us is going anywhere for a while.”

  CeCe swallowed hard as his words and their meaning settled over her.

  Placing his hands on her hip he shifted his head so his mouth now lay against her earlobe,” I’m going to fuck you so hard and thoroughly, there is a damn good chance one of us won’t walk away unscathed.” He turned and strolled down the street with a swagger that spoke volumes.

  And by God, she was panting at the notion of such a promise.

  Something happened in that moment. Her will cracked, and her libido won out, her decision was made. He wants her to be ready. She has the perfect way to tell him she is ready. The sooner she gets him out of her system, the sooner she can forget about him. Again.

  CeCe cinched the belt on her coat, double-checked her lip-gloss and sexy tousled locks in her compact before she knocked on the door of Room 504. She knew her choice of outfits would be all the answer he needed. She had to admit it was fun. The short trench coat covered only enough to make her decent and the matching fedora and large round sunglasses added to the role perfectly. He answered the door casually enough, as if the fact he was glistening wet from his shower and wearing only a towel didn’t matter in the least.

  “I like the fedora and trench coat,” he breathed huskily, as his eyes roamed over her multiple times.

  “Isn’t this what you PIs wear?” she retorted, ducking under his arm and walking the length of the room, stopping in front of the picturesque window before turning to face him.

  Jarod closed the door, and held the towel at his hip as he lightly chuckled and walked towards her, “Yeah, when Columbo made it glamorous, but the look kind of died with him. But damn, he never made it look anything like that.” He continued to stalk towards her with a Cheshire cat grin, “You, on the other hand, make it look sexy as sin. What do you have on underneath that coat, Cees?” He lifted his hand to move the short hem that rested high on her stocking covered thigh.

  She swatted his hand away, “I don’t think so, Slick, I’ll be the one doing the investigating.”

  His smile confirmed he was enjoying this verbal sparring, “Oh yeah? What do you want to investigate?”

  For fun and emphasis, she looked out the window as if someone was watching before whispering, “I’m looking for something…hard. Rigid. I heard it is hard to conceal. I haven’t seen it in years, but I’ve recently been teased with it, and I’ve decided it’s time to reacquaint myself.”

  Jarod let a hand rest on each hip as he dipped his head trying to mask his smile and amusement, “and what do you plan on doing with this thing, if and when you find it?”

  “Hmmm…well, if it is found, and it will be, thanks to my private dick expertise, I plan to see how much stamina it truly has…all…day…long.” CeCe took off the glasses, tossed them on the bed before she undid the belt of her coat, letting it fall off her shoulders and pool at her feet.

  The smile and playfulness present moments ago had been cleaned off his face. His eyes raked
her body, beginning at her sky-high stiletto covered feet, tracing up over her lace lined thigh highs, the clasps of her miniscule lace garter, over the barely there thong all the way up to its matching cream-colored lace pushup bra.

  CeCe began to feel her body hum to life just by his visual assessment. Mission accomplished. However, she was not prepared for the severity of his expression to remain. It scared her, heightening her arousal even more.

  He let the towel drop and proved all humor had fled the moment. His cock was rigid, and as erect as she had ever seen. The engorged head and deep purple veins running up his long shaft were impressive, but paled in comparison to the marred and deformed skin, showing a major injury and muscle loss on his left thigh and hip, the ugliness continued up his side all the way around his shoulder. Her breath caught and her mind clouded wondering why she didn’t notice it when she first walked it, but then it came to her. Taking inventory of it all, she raised her gaze to his and was met with a challenge in his quirked eyebrow.

  She answered in kind, raising her own brow, stating plainly it didn’t matter.

  He must of accepted their nonverbal exchange because he added, “Private Dick Expertise, huh? Well, Kitten, I don’t think it will be too hard to find; in fact, I happen to know it has no plans to elude you.”

  She closed the few feet of distance, signaling this is what she wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck before answering, “Good, I wasn’t looking forward to wasting my energy on the hunt.” She rose up on tiptoes to kiss him when he pulled away ever so slightly.

  “You sure? I won’t stop,” he searched her gaze looking for any doubt.

  “It’s fucking, Gates. Nothing more.”

  “You just keep telling yourself that, Kitten.”

  And then it began. His mouth closed over hers as he picked her up and pushed her back into the wall, none too gently. He nuzzled her neck kissing her everywhere as she gripped his head, giving him access to everything. His large hands held and kneaded her ass, as he pushed his throbbing cock into the cradle of her womanhood. With only the lace as the barrier, he made quick work of the scant piece of material, ripping it effortlessly as he said, “I’ll add these to the others,” before he dropped them to the ground. With his cock at her opening, he lifted his head catching her gaze, “Do I need a rubber?”

  Breathlessly she answered, “Not this time. I’m protected. I trust you. In me, now!”

  “Yes ma’am,” he rammed into her, burying himself to the hilt.

  They swore in unison as he began to move inside her. He hammered into her, knocking her against the wall with every thrust. His mouth closed over a nipple through the fabric, biting and sucking, stimulating her close to the edge. He maneuvered her legs farther apart, needing to be deeper insider her with each stroke. He quickened the already fast pace, throwing her over the peak and had her begging for mercy.

  “Oh, God!”

  Mercy he did not grant. He continued to thrust into her as his mouth moved from her breast to her neck, up her jaw to bite on her lower lip.

  All the feeling left her limbs; he remained unrelenting in his promise to fuck her hard and thoroughly. Just as CeCe was sure she would split in two, his momentum slowed, almost teasing, but just as torturous, his movements building her to her second orgasm. The moment his warm seed spilled into her, she claimed ecstasy again.

  They remained against the wall, leaning into each other for strength to remain upright as they panted and tried to regain their breath.

  “You can put me down, now,” CeCe stated, hoping her legs would not turn to wet spaghetti.

  A low chuckled replied, as his face remained buried in her neck, “I like you like this.”

  She snorted, unladylike, “Up against a wall not touching the ground?”

  “You can’t run away from me like this.”

  His words hung heavy in the air. What did that mean? Why did he think she would run away? He couldn’t be referring to years ago, could he? If so, his memory is distorted, she wasn’t the one that fled.

  She tapped him on the shoulder, trying to bring the lightness of the moment back, “Come on, Slick, time to move.”

  He picked his head up and looked her in the eyes. The blue of his irises were so vivid, the color would make Crayola jealous. He wore his half-cocky grin, but remained in place. He really was a gorgeously sexy man. She knew it, and he knew it. This might not have been the brightest idea, but to hell with the consequences. She would deal with them tomorrow; today was about taking all the physical release she needed, and when they got back home it would be strictly business.

  Raising her eyebrow at still being pinned to the wall, she ran her finger over his lip and his cheek, rubbing off the smeared lip gloss.

  Jarod spun them around and stepped twice to the bed and lay down with her still entwined around him. “Warmed up yet?” he asked with a wicked grin before kissing his way down her neck, tonguing the circle that lay there before venturing lower until he had one still covered semi erect nipple in his mouth.

  CeCe thought her eyes were going to roll back into her head. He couldn’t possibly be ready to go again, nor could she…could she? Suddenly, her limp limbs began to hum to life as her blood began to pump and arousal took over. Her core pulsated and she found her fingers moving of their own accord, pushing him over onto his back. She followed, straddling his hips where his limp member lay.

  “Kind of false advertising, isn’t it, to ask if I’m ready if you are currently unable to perform?” she inquired playfully as she ran her fingertips down both his arms and over his washboard abs, ignoring the cratered and pitted skin on one side.

  The smile that grazed his face was like none other she had seen on him, this one was both playful and completely sincere as his own hands rested on her hips, “Unable to perform, huh? Does what’s pressing against your fine ass feel limp?”

  At his words, the sensation of the firm warm flesh now making contact with her, registered. She wiggled her bottom just enough to confirm he was, in fact, hard again. Reaching behind her, she undid her bra exposing herself to him, for the first time in the light of day. Usually, she would sit proudly, but for some reason, she felt shy.

  He sensed her sudden nervousness and covered the gorgeous mounds with his hands and reverently breathed, “Beautiful. Better than I remember.” Sitting up, he replaced a hand with his mouth and began admiring the hard nub with his tongue.

  She held his head to her, completely wrapped up in the sensation. He moved his free hand, skimming it along her side and belly until his thumb found her clit. She bit her lip at the contact. With his rigid cock firmly pressing against her backside, his thumb massaged her hidden bud while his tongue suckled deliciously on her nipple. It wasn’t long before she thrust against his hand, reaching the crest of another orgasm.

  “Oh yeah, right there.”

  “Come for me, Kitten.” Jarod commanded.

  He increased his speed, inserting two fingers into her and curling upward, touching her magic spot. Her moan of her pleasure went on and on as she plummeted over the edge. She curled into his shoulder, allowing her body to vibrate and convulse against him in pure bliss. The fedora fell off and lay next to his hip on the bed.

  He held her to him, running his hands up and down her back soothing her as she regained her equilibrium. When she was sure she had control over her skeletal system, she sat back and cupped his face in her hands then leaned in and kissed him, in control for the first time. It wasn’t sweet, but neither was it harsh; it was the perfect balance of gratitude and lust. When she thought to end the kiss she found herself thinking of more reasons to continue. Finally, she mustered the will to pull back.

  “What did you mean earlier, when you said you’d add my ripped panties to the others? If you tell me you have a shoebox full of ripped panties, I may just vomit.”

  Her words amused him and a megawatt smile crossed his face, so huge it creased the edges of his beautiful eyes in a mix of age and sexiness only men
can get away with.

  “I only had one talisman I carried around the war zones; these will be added to those since they came from the same woman.”

  CeCe’s eyes widened at his words, the air suddenly thick and intense. Choosing to ignore the bigger meaning of his comment, she brought the conversation back around to what this was all about: sex.

  “You certainly are a man of your words, aren’t you?”

  “I am. But what word are you referring to?”

  Picking up the fedora, she placed it back on her head, pulling it down low and adjusting the rim she answered, “The promise of my brains being thoroughly screwed.”

  “A Marine’s honor is his word.”

  “Well, Marine, I thank you for your service.”

  “But since we are discussing promises, let’s discuss yours.”

  She looked at him quizzically. “Mine?”

  Lightning fast, he flipped her over so she lay on her back, the fedora falling to the floor. He slowly crawled up her body, until his cock aligned perfectly with her opening. “Yeah, something about becoming reacquainted with what you’ve been looking for.”

  “Ooohh, that. I guess I should focus on the job then, huh?” she answered playfully as her hand explored south.

  “Never stop until a job is done.”

  “Then let’s quit with the chit chat and let me do just that.”

  He covered her body, and reintroduced her to every inch of him. He took all that she offered and all he desired.

  Jarod lay on his side watching CeCe sleep, the smell of sex heavy in the air. She’d drifted off about thirty minutes ago, after two more rounds of reacquainting their bodies. His leg throbbed from the workout and his back and shoulders bared multiple scratches and nail indentations, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Finally, CeCe was in his bed, where she belonged. His heart had just about stopped when he’d opened the door and saw her standing there in that getup. He knew she’d struggled to accept their off-the-chart sexual attraction; hence, the reason she made it a role-playing game, but if this were his offered opening he would take it. He would never look this kind of gift horse in the mouth.