by Jessie Cooke
I went over and took my place and because I was still distracted by Jacob calling me his girl, and looking at me like he really was a lion and wanted to devour me, I failed to notice that my next customer was my ex-boyfriend Scott until I heard him say, “Wow…hello beautiful.”
He never called me beautiful when we were together. He rarely said I was pretty. “Scott, hi. What are you doing here?”
“I came to the car show with Mike and Leland. I saw your picture on the brochure and I had to see this with my own eyes. This is…out of character for you, isn’t it?”
“It’s a job.” His eyes looked like he’d been drinking…already. I wanted to get this over with before he made some kind of drunken scene. He was prone to them. “Paula’s waiting. Would you like a photo?”
“I would love a photo.” He ran his eyes up and down my body and licked his lips. Ew! Scott was one of those times in my life when I look back and say, “What was I thinking?” He stepped into the circle where I stood and put his arm around my waist. He pulled me into his side and that was when I noticed that Jacob stopped talking to Ian and he was watching us. I was praying that Paula would just snap the photo and Scott would leave without doing anything stupid.
“Smile!” Paula snapped three photos and then she turned to the computer to pull them up so he could choose one or all of them for her to print. I tried to step away from Scott but he still had his arm tight around my waist.
“Scott, let go.”
“You look so pretty, Cassie.” His breath reeked of whiskey. It was not even eleven o’clock in the morning. I could see that he hadn’t changed. His excessive drinking was one of the reasons we broke up.
“Stop it, Scott. Let go.” He was digging his hand into my side. It hurt and it was going to leave a mark.
“How about a kiss for old time’s sake?”
“No. Scott…” He started to pull me into him anyways when suddenly I felt him being yanked off me. Jacob had ahold of the back of his shirt.
“What the fuck?”
“You have a hearing problem, little man?” Jacob asked him.
When Scott looked up, he looked like he was about to piss his pants. I guess he hadn’t drunk all his good sense. “Let go of me!” Scott was trying to sound tough, but it wasn’t working…especially since he looked terrified. Ian was standing behind Jacob looking amused. Paula, Travis and Sammie stood riveted to their spots.
Jacob kept his hold until Scott said it again and then still holding him he put his face right down into Scott’s and said,
“Now you know what it feels like to be bullied by someone bigger than you asshole. Get the fuck out of here!”
Jacob let go of his shirt and Scott scrambled away. I wish I had a photo of that. The look on his face was hilarious. “Thank you,” I told him.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “You know that guy?”
“He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
Jacob curled his lip and then suddenly grinned. God, he’s beautiful. “I’m glad to see that your tastes have improved…significantly.”
I had to smile at that. His brother rolled his eyes but he still looked amused. Jacob was right…my taste has improved. My only concern was that if things didn’t work out with him, there was no place to go but down.
JACOB
I have no idea what happened to me. I met this girl like…a week ago? Suddenly I’m letting her sleep over and I’m holding her hand and calling her my girl. I wanted to rip that punk’s head off that put his hands on her too. I literally saw red. I never had any tolerance for bullies…since I was bullied myself. But that wasn’t really it with that guy; it was because he was touching Cassie that I wanted to kill him. I ridiculously did think of her as mine. How freaking bizarre is that?
I gave Ian the key to my house and he left. Cassie and I took photos with people until three and then Paula took a bunch of pictures of us with the cars for publicity photos. I was posing in the front of an old Dodge coupe when I looked over towards the casino and saw Lance. He’d lost his girl and now he was talking to some older guy in a suit that looked a lot like him. He didn’t look happy and neither did the other guy. I wondered if it was his dad. I got that same constipated look when I talked to mine too.
“Well that was…interesting,” Cassie said of the day.
I put my arm around her. I decided to evaluate the whys of it all later. “You want to get something to eat with me?”
“Sure. I just have to go change really quickly.”
“In the make-up room?”
“Yes.”
“Where is that, exactly?”
“It’s in the back of the salon in the lobby area…why?”
“Is the salon open?”
“No….why?”
“I need to change too.”
She laughed. “It’s kind of a small space.”
I pulled her into my chest and she put her arms around my neck and I didn’t give two shits what anyone in the parking lot thought about it. Damn! Brock’s right, I do have it bad. I bent my face towards hers, expecting her to object to the PDA, but then I felt her come up on her toes and it was like there was a live wire between us as our lips connected. Every kiss with her was so fucking intense that I literally forgot there was anyone else around. She was sucking on my tongue with long, deep pulls and I was on the edge. I think she forgot we were in public too because all of a sudden she broke the kiss and with her head against my chest she said,
“Is everyone staring at us?”
“Yep.”
“How do you know?” she said, whispering. She’s so damned cute.
“Look at us, we’re hot. How could they not stare?” She laughed and I could feel her body shake against mine. Just that simple movement caused every fiber in my body to stand at attention. The one in my shorts was way too attentive to walk through this crowd uncovered. “I’ll meet you in the salon in five,” I told her. She did look like she was going to protest then, but I covered her lips with my fingers and winked at her. She gave in…for now. I would probably have to do some fancy talking when I got in there, but that’s alright…I like a challenge. I slipped back into the tent they put back up around the octagon and pulled my jeans on over my shorts and slipped my t-shirt back on. The jeans were loose, so my cock at least wouldn’t look like it was pointing at people as I went through the lobby. When I started towards the casino, I was surprised to see Lance sitting on the bench outside the door smoking a cigar.
“Dude, no wonder your stamina sucks.” He flipped me off. I really wanted to hurry past and catch Cassie before she put all her clothes back on…but he looked like shit. I finally sat down next to him and said, “What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
“Where’s your girl?”
He snorted, “Hell, I don’t even know her first name.” At least he feels bad about it. I’m such a dick I’ve always preferred it that way…until Cassie.
“Who was the man you were having a heated discussion with?”
He looked like he was going to tell me to fuck off but then he said, “My father.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah…No…but they’re the same as always.”
“You need to talk about it?”
“Maybe someday. I don’t really want to talk about it today. What are you doing when you leave here? Can I hang out for a while? I’m sure Brock took that girl back to our place and I’m just not in the mood to listen to him rutting like a pig next door.”
I looked towards the door again. My body was aching for Cassie. “Um…I have to…” I suddenly remembered Ian. He and Lance seemed to bond over the stupid tortes the other night. “You know what? I have something I need to take care of this afternoon but Ian is at the house. Why don’t you go hang out with him for a while? He just broke up with his fiancé and I bet he’d appreciate the company.”
Lance smiled all of a sudden. It was just a huge, abrupt smile and I was proud of myself for not blowing him off. Maybe I’m grow
ing up. “That sounds good Jacob, thanks.”
“Sure, I’ll see you in a couple of hours probably.”
His mood was better than it was. Okay! One crisis solved. Now I must take care of the one in my pants. I pulled open the glass door to the casino and a fully dressed Cassie was pulling open the inner one on her way out. “Where are you going?” I think my voice cracked a little.
“The salon is open now. They let me change in the back, but I think our plans are foiled.”
14
Jacob
I groaned. There was no fucking way I wasn’t having this girl today. “Come home with me…” With a smile, she touched the side of my face with her hand and said,
“I can’t tonight. I promised my dad I’d have dinner with him.”
I groaned again. I was about to try whining when I looked over and saw the housekeeper coming out of the ladies restroom. She opened the door of the janitorial closet right next to it and pulled out a yellow “Slippery, Wet Floor” sign and sat it up in the doorway of the bathroom. Then she pushed her cart halfway in the closet and just left it there like that. I grinned… “Come with me baby.” I grabbed her wrist and walked that way. Cassie followed me without protest until we got to the closet door and then suddenly her pretty face was bright red.
“Jacob, we can’t do this here.”
“Sure we can baby. I could do it with you anywhere.”
“There are cameras everywhere. Did you forget where we are?”
“Nope. My big ass body will cover you. You go in first.”
“Jacob…”
“Shh! We’ll argue inside. Go!”
She giggled and ducked in the closet behind the housekeeping cart. I pushed the cart the rest of the way in and ducked inside too. I’m sure one of the cameras in the hotel caught it…but maybe they won’t look at it until later. I really didn’t give a shit. I needed her…now.
“Jacob, we can’t do this…” I stopped her protests by covering her mouth with mine. She kissed me back, letting her sexy tongue tangle up with mine for several hot seconds before pushing against my chest again with both hands. It was really cute when she did that. She acted like she could actually move me if she had to. I gave her some space and waited. She looked like she was thinking about it. My cock was about to burn a hole in the front of my jeans. Still looking thoughtful she said, “I’ve never…” I covered her mouth again with mine. This time I felt her relax into my arms and I let my hands move across her warm body. The more I touched her, the harder I got. It was a physical ache that started at my core and worked its way down into my groin. She pushed me again. I stopped kissing her and gave her mouth space to move, but I didn’t step back. Instead I put my mouth next to her ear and said, “Just a quickie baby, to tide me over. Please.”
“Tide you over?” she said in a breathless voice. I think I’m wearing her down.
“Yeah, until you can come back over again…”
“You want me to come back over?”
“I just invited you.”
“Yeah…Jacob…” her voice was getting huskier. She was going to give in. I hoped like hell she did it before the janitor came back.
“Yeah baby?”
“Did you have a fake party for Lance so I would come over?”
Damn! “Yes, I wanted to see you…”
“Am I really the first girl you let stay all night in your bed?”
I let my tongue slowly glide around the edge of her ear and flick her earlobe. I felt her shiver. “You’re the only one that has ever been in my bed…much less spent the night in it.”
“Why?” I stuck my tongue inside her ear and she moaned.
“Because you’re different, Cassie. I knew you were special from the first time I saw you.”
Her arms came up around my neck and suddenly were locked into a passionate kiss. My hands found her breasts. Even through the cotton material of her t-shirt and bra, they felt amazing. I played with them through her shirt for a bit and I felt her leaning harder into me. Still kissing her I reached down and grabbed her ass and lifted her feet up off the floor. Her breasts crushed into me and she automatically started grinding her hips into mine. I rocked mine back and for a few seconds we were in a dry-humping frenzy.
She broke the kiss and in a voice that sounded like it had just gasped in its last bit of air she said, “We shouldn’t do this here.” She was unconvincing.
“Mm, baby…I need you,” I had to push the words out. My chest was tight from the lack of oxygen. I let my lips run down the side of her face and when I reached her neck I found a sweet little spot underneath her hair and started sucking on it. She moaned and I took that as an invitation to start stripping off her t-shirt and the little shorts she was wearing. As I undressed her, I treated my eyes and my hands to a feast. She was so incredibly beautiful.
When I made it to her nipples I found them as rock hard as my cock. I twisted them with the fingers of my left hand while I used the right to try and push off my own pants. She was making sexy little noises and I was about to cum in my shorts. I had to stop touching her long enough to get my pants off. My jeans weren’t getting this one.
I got them off and as soon as I lifted my head back up, I sucked one of those gorgeous tits into my mouth. I clamped it gently between my teeth and began to tease it with my tongue. She was rubbing her now bare pussy against my thing and it was the fucking Fourth of July in my head…or so I thought until she reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed. My head exploded…for a second, I thought literally. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled her in for another hot kiss. I was crazy with lust at this point. She felt so damned good. I finally let my hand find the sweet, wet spot between her legs and I could feel the wetness on her upper thighs. It was close in the closet and hot and I could actually smell her sex and that made it all the more arousing. I let the palm of my hand press into her and she squealed. It was a whispered squeal, but damn it was sexy. I moved my hand back and forth against her and she moved her hips and rubbed herself into it. I finally let out a probably too loud growl. I needed to be inside of her soon. I grabbed a towel from the racks behind her and spread it across the flat part of the top of the housekeeping cart. She was watching me curiously until I lifted her up and sat her down on it. It was waist high to me…perfect! I used my knee to spread her thighs and she stopped me with a “Condom?”
I wanted to cuss, but I didn’t. She was right. My southern head doesn’t always think clearly. I bent down and grabbed my jeans. It probably took me ten seconds to find it, open it and roll it on. But it felt like hours. “Thank you,” she said. I don’t know why, but her politeness even when we were in the middle of sex in a closet really, really turned me on.
I opened her legs and lined myself up with her opening. She had a hold on my shoulders and I felt her shimmy her body closer. I let the head of my cock slip into her and she shuddered and brought her lips back to mine. I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she bit my bottom lip. Not hard…just enough to make my whole body convulse. I plunged the rest of my cock into her tight, hot, wet pussy and lost myself in the feeling. She moved her mouth to my neck and sucked and nibbled on it while I moved in and out of her slowly. I wanted to cum so fucking bad…but at the same time, I never wanted this to end.
She was digging her fingers into my shoulders. My chest felt like it was going to explode and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I grabbed her butt with both hands and thrust myself into her until I bottomed out and then I pulled back and did it again. It slipped in easily because she was so wet, but yet her muscles trapped me inside and I had to exert pressure to pull it back out. It was an incredible sensation and I felt it all over my body. She was whimpering and I could tell she was close. I started moving even faster and I reached down between us and found her hard clit. I put pressure on it with my thumb while I fucked her and she squirmed and panted and moaned and nearly drove me out of my mind with her noises alone. I hoped no one was too c
lose to the door…but at the same time I didn’t want her to stop. It wouldn’t have mattered. The slurp of my rod as it went in deep and came out fast was almost deafening in the little room. I don’t care if someone does walk in; I’m not walking away until we’re both satisfied.
Cassie’s movements got more desperate and her little titties bounced up and down and she threw her head back…she was ready to cum. I pushed down harder on her clit and moved my thumb just slightly in a circular motion as I increased my pace even more. I was literally hammering into her now and she was panting and gasping for breath. Then her body stiffened and then jerked. I held her close to me and kept moving, just slowing down the pace, while the orgasm consumed her. When she went slack in my arms again…I picked up the pace. I tried to hold her as still as I could, but the weight of my body was pushing her back into the wall with each thrust. Finally, she grabbed onto the edge of the cart and held on tight as I drove my cock up into her. I was good for another five minutes before my orgasm took control. I felt myself swell inside of her and she flexed her muscles against me to make it even tighter. I wanted to scream as I came. It was such a head rush that I felt light-headed as I rocked into her, waiting for my cock and my shaking body to calm down. I rested my face into her as I let her legs come back down to rest against the cart.
“Jesus, Cassie. I don’t know where you came from…but please stay.”
I felt her smile against my face. “I have no desire to go anywhere,” she said.
It was hard letting her go home. I know it’s ridiculous and I wish I could explain it even to myself…but I already hate being without her. She had to go…family trumps everything, I guess. Speaking of, I wondered on my way home how Ian and Lance were getting along. I’d been blown away by how they seemed to hit it off at the fake birthday party. They were so totally different. Lance is huge, like me and his entire back is tattooed and they travel across the front of his chest and down both of his arms. Between that, his muscles and his white blonde hair and green eyes, all he ever has to do is walk in a room and women take off their panties.
