Chapter Seventeen
Tiffany
My heart was pounding in my chest as he stared at my lips. I thought about the earlier kiss, and a felt a warm flutter of excitement from my stomach to the junction between my legs.
He began unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked. “It’s late, you should really get going home, don’t you think?”
“I think it’s time you stop trying to get rid of me,” he replied, dropping his jacket onto my sofa. “We both know that it’s not what you really want.”
“Is that right?” I asked, staring in surprise as he removed his tie. “You think I want you here?”
He took a step closer and smiled arrogantly. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You are-”
Before I could continue, he had his arms around my waist and was pressing me against the wall, his mouth on my neck. “God, you smell so good, and I want you so fucking much,” he whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
My legs turned to jelly as his lips made a warm, shivery trail up my neck, to my mouth. I closed my eyes and kissed him back hungrily, not caring about anything else but his tongue entwined with mine.
His left hand slid under my nightgown, over my ribcage, and to my breast. He groaned in the back of his throat as he squeezed and then sought out my nipple with his fingers, sending a flare of heat to the junction between my legs. He pinched and rolled the tip of my nipple as his other hand slid to my bottom, pressing me against his pelvis, which was rock hard.
I rubbed against his crotch with my pelvis, wanting to wrap my legs around him and feel his excitement between my thighs.
Breathing heavily, he raised my nightgown, exposing my breast and replaced his fingers with his warm, wet tongue.
“Yes,” I moaned, bringing my hand to his zipper. As my fingers touched the curve of his hardness and I imagined him inside of me, I began to pant in anticipation.
His tongue flicked my nipple and then moved over to the other breast, teasing and tormenting me. “You’d better tell me now if you want to stop,” he whispered.
Aching to feel him inside, I unbuttoned his pants, and touched the tip of his penis, which was poking out of his boxers.
With a growl, he lifted me up in the air, wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me towards the bedroom. Once inside, he dropped me onto the bed, and then lowered himself on top of me.
“I’m taking that as a no,” he said, with a sexy smile.
I licked my lips, and then pulled his mouth back to mine while I wrapped my legs back around his waist. He slid his hands around my rear and pressed me against him. Soon, his mouth moved from my lips, and to my earlobe, licking and sucking.
“I want to taste all of you,” he whispered, his hand moving down my stomach to my panties.
I held my breath as he trailed a finger to the cleft between my legs and stopped. He sucked in his breath. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” Then his fingers began to strum the outside of my panties.
I moaned in pleasure, and he pushed the side of my panties over, touching my sweet spot with his index finger. He lowered his mouth to my left nipple, sucking the tip as he slid a finger inside of me and I cried out in satisfaction. As his fingers began to move, I grabbed his hair and pulled at it, unable to stop myself.
“Please,” I begged, my pelvis grinding against his fingers. “Ransom, please fuck me.”
I almost came just hearing myself say those words.
He removed his mouth from my breast, grabbed my panties with both hands, and ripped them away. He smiled wickedly. “First I want me some Taffy.”
I giggled but it turned into a gasp of pleasure as he spread my thighs apart, and buried his face between them. I raised my hands above my head, and grabbed the edge of the bed, to hold on as his tongue began to torment me in the sweetest way possible. Just when I thought it couldn’t feel anymore fantastic, he slid two fingers inside, and began to move in sync with his mouth. I grabbed the top of his hair and within seconds, felt my hips begin to buck right before a long final stroke of his tongue that sent me over the edge. Screaming out loud, I tensed up, and shuddered in ecstasy as I rode out the orgasm, which was longer, and more intense than anything I’d ever remembered.
He sat up and wiped his mouth. “Fuck was that sexy.”
Breathless, I could only smile weakly, my legs still trembling from the intensity of my release.
Staring down at me, he unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Then I watched in anticipation as he stood up, removed his pants, and then finally, his boxers. When he was completely naked, I had to wonder who was luckier- me, because I was going to have sex with the man of my dreams, or Ransom himself, because of all that he’d been handed in life. Not only did he have an amazing voice, but naked, he reminded me of a Greek God.
“Are you for real?” I whispered.
He chuckled, and shook his head. “I hope you meant that in a good way.”
“A very good way,” I murmured staring at him hungrily. His shoulders were broad, his waist was narrow, and it all led to a package that was more than what I’d anticipated.
He crawled back onto the bed and grabbed my chin. “I’ve got something real for you. In the flesh, baby.”
I giggled as his lips pressed against mine, his hardness brushing against my thigh. I reached my hand out, circling the girth of him, and he groaned against my lips.
I pushed him onto his back, and he stared up at me, his eyes smoldering with desire.
“My turn,” I whispered.
His eyes widened.
Licking my lips, I wasted no time, and went for it. As my mouth circled around his shaft, he gasped in pleasure.
“Wait,” he said, after a few dips of my head. He pulled away. “I’m almost ready to explode as it is. Don’t get me wrong… it feels… fantastic… but right now, I’d rather be inside of you.”
I kissed his mouth and within seconds, he had me on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist.
He rubbed the tip of his penis against my opening and then groaned. “Hell, we need a condom.”
I nodded towards my nightstand. “I have some.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“I’m single and it never hurts to be prepared,” I said, smiling.
Ransom reached into my nightstand and pulled one out. He ripped it open with his teeth and slid it on. Then he positioned himself between my legs.
I grabbed on to my comforter, and then gasped in pleasure as he plunged inside and filled me up.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” he whispered as his hands touched my breasts and his hips moved faster.
I pulled him down closer, until his mouth crashed against mine. I closed my eyes and met his thrusts, whimpering as his fingers began strumming once again, pleasuring and teasing another orgasm from me. I raked my fingers across his back as he lifted his head and stared down at me, his eyes burning with desire
***
Ransom
I stared down at Tiffany, trying not to come before she did, but it was harder than hell to keep any kind of control, especially with a woman as sexy as her. With her full breasts, and hard nipples pointing up towards me, I had an incredible urge to pull out and rub myself against them, but the tightness between her legs was too fucking good to leave. Instead, I kept rubbing her nub while I thrust harder and deeper, memorizing every detail of her face as she stared up at me.
Damn, she was so beautiful.
Her blonde hair was spread across the pillow, her eyes staring up at me as she bit her lower lip, and whimpered in pleasure. I’d already given her one orgasm, and the hell if I was having my own until she experienced another. This girl had wanted me, back when I was just an average teenager. Now I was a man and I wanted her to feel like a woman.
“Ransom,” she moaned, arching her back as a second orgasm rippled through her body. Stiffening up, she dug her nails into my hips, and locked on to my cock with her pelvic muscl
es, sending me over the edge. I groaned in pleasure feeling as if she was somehow massaging me down below. With a final thrust, I gasped, and exploded inside of her while she continued to try and ride what was left of me. When it became too much, I grabbed her hips to stop all movement. “Sorry, tickles,” I whispered, pulling out.
She giggled.
I pulled off the condom, and flung it into the garbage can next to her nightstand. When I turned back to her, she slid her arms around my neck and rested her cheek against my chest. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Tiffany, knowing that for the first time in a very long while, I was somewhere that I wanted to be.
And I was completely sober.
Chapter Eighteen
Tiffany
I opened my eyes the next morning, and sat up quickly, images from the night before flashing in my head.
Ransom.
Looking around the bedroom, I sighed with relief. His clothes were still on the floor. He hadn’t bolted, and I hoped it was a sign that he didn’t regret what had happened.
I grabbed a short, pink terry-cloth robe, and walked out to the kitchen, where he stood in his boxers, bent down, and searching inside of my refrigerator.
“What are you doing?” I asked, coming up behind him.
“Well, I was going to surprise you with breakfast, but your refrigerator is empty, Taffy,” he said, standing up.
I moved around him and looked inside. I smiled. “What, you don’t like yogurt, turkey bacon, or bran muffins?”
“Sorry, I hate Greek yogurt, turkey bacon has no taste, and bran muffins are for old codgers who need to poop.”
I laughed.
He walked over to my cupboards and began opening doors. “Do you have any pancake mix or the fixings for French toast?”
“Sorry, no. It’s just me and I hardly have time to eat. Plus, I have to watch my figure.”
He looked at me, and smiled. “Watch your figure?” He walked back over to me and tugged at the belt on my robe, opening it. “I’ll watch it,” he said, his voice husky as his eyes traveled over my nakedness. His teeth grazed his lower lip as his hands slid over my hips, pulling me against him. “That way you can eat what you want.”
I smiled as his lips touched my collarbone, and one of his hands cupped my breast. I remembered the incredible orgasms he’d given me the night before, and felt a tingle between my legs. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“That’s what they say,” he whispered between nibbles on my neck, “But I don’t recall ever being this crazy before. In fact, I think I’d like to get even crazier by finding new ways to make you scream.”
My cheeks turned red. “Sorry, I guess I was a little loud.”
He bit my ear, making me shiver. “I loved it,” he murmured, tightening his grip on my backside. “Hell, I’m ready to explode just thinking about you screaming my name.”
“Then quit thinking about it,” I whispered back, sliding my hand down his boxers. All of this talk was making me incredibly horny.
With a grunt of pleasure, he removed my hand, picked me up, and carried me back into the bedroom where he did find new ways to make me scream.
***
Ransom
After a few more rounds in Tiffany’s bed, we both took showers, and then went out for lunch at Zeke’s, a local diner. Fortunately, it was after two-o’clock in the afternoon, so there weren’t too many people in the restaurant.
“What time is the funeral again?” I asked as I dipped my fry into a cup of seasoned sour-cream, and stuffed it into my mouth.
She looked up at me from her salad, her blue eyes larger than life. Her hair was still damp, her face void of makeup; she was so beautiful that all I could think about was getting her back to her bedroom. “You’re asking me?”
“I think I shot out most of my brain cells that last round,” I replied, smiling wickedly.
The truth was that I’d been in a state of fugue before the Wake. If it hadn’t been for Sonia dropping me off at the funeral home, the night before, I would have probably missed that as well. All I’d thought about was my mother, and the horror she must have felt staring at the barrel of the gun that shot her. Disturbing images of her frightened face as she realized what was happening had haunted me all week. Then last night, being with Tiffany had taken me away from reality for a while. She was like a drug, a very addictive one.
She blushed, and it actually brought a tug of pleasure somewhere in my heart. “Well, the funeral is at five o’clock. I’m sure you’ll want to be there before it starts.”
What I wanted was to grab Tiffany, charter a plane, and get lost in a place where nobody could find us. Just the two of us. “I suppose. You’re going, right?”
She nodded. “Of course I’m going.”
“Good.” I reached over and grabbed her hand. “I don’t think I’d want to go if you weren’t there.”
“As flattering as that sounds, you’d have to go even if I couldn’t make it. It’s your mom.”
I sighed and looked out the window. “I know. But she’s long gone. Hell, I’m just really not looking forward to this big… fiasco that’s taking place tonight.”
“I thought it was going to be a private funeral.”
“It’s supposed to be, but most of these people are strangers to me. She only had a handful of friends when we were growing up.” I smiled wryly. “I’m pretty certain that the newer ones were quite aware of the fact that she’s a celebrity’s mother. They’ll come just to get a glimpse of me. It’s sad but true.”
Her eyes softened. “Don’t let it bother you. Just focus on being there for her, remembering her, and paying your respects.”
Our eyes met. “You’re right. I’m sure that Sonia has set up enough security, that even my mom will be scrutinized.”
She snorted.
I bit my lower lip, wishing we were alone. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her laugh, her smile, her body underneath mine…
“Excuse me,” asked our waitress, a girl around my age. “Are you… are you Ransom?”
“No,” I answered, smiling broadly. “But don’t tell her that.” I nodded towards Tiffany. “It’s how I talked her into joining me for lunch.”
The waitress laughed. “I guess I blew your cover then.”
“It’s not a problem,” replied Tiffany, her eyes sparkling. “From what I hear, the real Ransom would be at lunch with five or six women anyway. He probably thinks the word monogamous is some kind of disease.”
“True,” replied the waitress. “And I doubt he’d be in this dive. Either of you want a refill on your sodas?”
“Just water,” I said.
“Me too,” replied Tiffany.
When the waitress walked away I stared at her. “That was really harsh. ‘The real Ransom doesn’t know how to be monogamous?”
“Oh, hell,” replied Tiffany, with a smirk. “Tell me it’s not true.”
I opened my eyes innocently. “I can be monogamous.”
She tilted her head. “Right. You know, last night was… incredible, but, honestly, I don’t expect anything from you. I want you to know that.”
I reached over and grabbed her hand. “I want you to know something. Last night was special. It meant a lot to me. Yes, I’ve had a lot of women go through my life these last couple of years. Too many. In fact, if you want to know the truth, it’s been one big blur. Most of them, hell, I don’t even remember their names.”
“Nice,” she replied, smiling. “I’m glad we used protection.”
I rubbed the top of her hand with my thumb. “Don’t worry, honey, I always use protection.”
“Always?”
“Yes. As drunk as I’ve gotten, I have never blacked out. I always use a condom. When,” I smiled. “When I can actually perform.”
Her jaw dropped. “What?”
“You heard me. I’m not afraid to admit that easy or slutty chicks don’t excite me. Not anymore. Not like when I was a dumbass punk who just wanted to wax my dick e
very chance I’d get.”
She shook her head. “Wow. I am just… wow.”
“Sorry,” I said, kissing the side of her hand. “Basically, what I’m saying is that I’ve been thinking a lot about you. You’re like a breath of fresh air, Taffy. Not only do I have a lot of respect for you, but you’re so damn real. You’re not fake, not like most of the women I’ve met who are only interested in me because… well, obviously because I’m famous.”
She arched an eyebrow. “How do you know that I’m not after you for your money or your fame?”
I chuckled. “Because you’re only after me for my body.”
She smirked. “Is that right?”
I grabbed another fry. “Don’t deny it. You know, I haven’t forgotten that kiss, at my graduation party.”
“I was just a kid,” she replied, picking up a cucumber with her fork. She brought it to her lips, and something about the way she licked the white dressing from the corner of her mouth, made my pants tighten.
“You’re definitely not anymore.”
“At least you were man enough to push me away. Although, it hurt when you did that, though, you know.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I didn’t want to, but I had to. You were too young for me.”
“I’m glad that you did it, because,” she grabbed a cherry tomato with her fork. “It now makes me respect you that much more.”
I watched her slip the tomato into her mouth. “You respect me?”
She finished chewing, and nodded. “Of course. You’re a good man, Ransom. I know we haven’t spent a lot of time together, and most of what I do know of you is from the tabloids, but I can tell that you still have a decent side to you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I replied, sticking another fry into my mouth.
“I mean you could work on your table manners,” she teased. “Like closing your mouth when you eat, but other than that, you’re a pretty good guy.”
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
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