I nodded and took a deep breath. He slid his hands down the front of my stomach. He cupped Juicy, and then he slipped a finger into her lips. I gasped, and swallowed.
“Jyme, no one’s been in me since you, not front or back. I swear.”
“God, you don’t know how bad I needed to hear that,” he squeezed me tighter, and I just let my body melt into his. “Neither have I.”
I turned my head around, so I could see his face, and he kissed the side of neck.
“I love you. Do you love me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I love you, too.”
“Say it again.”
“Jyme, I love you.”
“We’re never breaking up again.”
“No, never.”
His hand was down on Juicy, and then he slid another finger in. I felt his wet Anaconda hitting the back of my thigh, and I was getting so wet. Every thrust he gave me I could feel in the after vibration through his wet Anaconda.
“I missed you so much,” I gasped.
“Uhhh,” I soothed. He went faster with those long fingers, and I felt the tingle rising from my toes.
“Oh, God, the tingles.”
Jyme chuckled softly in my ear, and that pushed me a little further over the edge.
“Jyme, put it in me.”
“Not yet. I want to show you something.”
“What is it?”
“Wait for it.”
“Jyme.”
“I missed that whine of yours so much, Cricket. Did you miss me, too?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“More than words could ever describe.”
“Show me then.”
“How?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” he pulled his fingers out, and I protested.
“Shh.”
He slid into Juicy so slowly. He got about four good strokes in when I felt the tingles in my legs creeping up to my knees.
“Do you remember the first night we made love in the shower at the safe house?” he asked.
I thought for a minute and then it came to me. “Yes.”
He pounded three more strokes into Juicy, and I could feel the tingles crawling up my thighs and sliding in.
“That’s the night we made, Babe.”
“How do you know that?” I felt the tingles at the lips of Juicy. I was about to explode, and I knew it was going to be a good one.
“Because I didn’t pull out, I came inside of you.”
Jyme was holding on to me so tight, and he was almost at the gates of heaven himself.
“Jyme, I’m about to cum.”
“Cricket. I need you to show me how much you missed me now.”
“How!”
“I don’t want to pull out. Don’t make me pull out.”
And at that very moment, I lost everything I was holding on to. The tingles covered my body with a force. All of my sighs had a vibration to them. Jyme threw his head into the middle of my back and pressed one of his hands against the shower wall.
“Shit, Cricket!” he released everything he had in me, and at that very moment, I didn’t give a fuck. Jyme was holding my twitching incoherent body up with hardly any help from me. I was tingling all over, and then the cold chills started. We both ended up right back on the shower floor. I was drained, and Jyme was breathing hard and fast.
We finally were able to pull ourselves up and finish the shower. Neither one of us spoke.
A few minutes later, I stood in the biggest closet I’d ever seen. The suites on the penthouse floor were the size of a large family’s apartment. All of the suites were intended for long-term stays. I chose a pair of see-thru leggings with a long black chevron sequin blouse. I added two chunky rings and a pair of sequin heels. Jyme was sitting on the bed, wearing a black button down, gray trousers, and a pair of black square toe shoes. I went to the nightstand, picked up my two phones, slid them in my clutch, and headed for the door. Jyme tugged at my arm right before I made it out.
“So, now you’re shutting me back out?”
“I can’t do this with you.”
“Cricket, we just made love.”
“No, you just fucked the hell out me in the shower. That’s all.”
“You just told me you loved me less than thirty minutes ago.”
“I need you to leave and go get Babe. I need you to take care of our daughter.” I frowned at him, holding back the tears.
“She needs our family all together, not just me.”
“Jyme, just go. I can’t do this with you here.”
“Teach me.”
“Teach you what?”
“Teach me how to do this. To cope; to shut everything off.”
“You haven’t experienced enough pain for me to teach you.”
“Cricket, when you left, half of me died, and the only thing that kept me going was the search. But when you took Babe from me, I died completely. I don’t ever want to feel like that again. I need both of my girls with me.”
I could tell by his broken expression that he was a desperate man, and he would hang on to every single word I spoke to him.
“I’m not making you any promises; I will give you exactly one week and one week only. You have to do what I say. You’re going to have to stick to me like glue and pay attention,” I warned him.
“I can do that.”
I walked around him and marched out the door. Jyme was right on my heels. We made it to the club, and instantly I could tell it needed some help. I went to the bar and found a familiar face.
“Cricket, thank God you’re back. This place has gone straight to hell since you’ve been gone,” the bartender shouted over the music.
“Thanks. What we got?” I asked, handing him my clutch.
“Three different groups in VIP: Box one, Tokyo business men; Box two, celebs; and Box three, heiress…I don’t remember. Anyway, it’s a bachelorette party.”
“Give me three buckets of champagne and two of your hottest waiters.”
Two guys who looked like they belonged on in cattle ranch porn approached me; they would have to do. Both of them screamed sex, but almost a bit too much. I looked at Jyme, and got an idea.
“Take your shirt off.”
He stared at me, pulled off his shirt, and handed it to me. I gave it to the bartender.
“Is there anything you guys won’t do?” I asked the two waiters. The blonde said he wouldn’t do men, but the Latino said he’d do anything. I noticed he watched Jyme; and as I talked with the other one, another idea came to mind. I gave them a brief tutorial on what to do and when to do it. I told them I would give them a signal when I was ready and that if something was going too far or they needed a break, they should move to another person in the room.
“Call Troy and tell him I need about six thirsty girls up here now.” I told the bartender. I took my now three shirtless men to Box three.
“Once you set the bucket down, don’t take your hands off of me,” I said to Jyme. He nodded, and we walked into VIP with the guys holding the buckets of champagne. The girls were doing shots, and the majority of them were already wasted. This was a good sign; all we needed to do now was keep the sober ones entertained.
“Hello, ladies,” I said. “I’m Cricket, the assistant manager. I heard this was a bachelorette party, so I decided to bring you some eye candy.”
The guys set their buckets down on the table, and I started opening the first bottle when Jyme’s arms wrapped around me. He was touching me everywhere. The room was in a trance with the show. I started pouring champagne into the girl’s glasses. Every time we passed a set of girls, one or two of them would touch Jyme. His grip got tighter on me, and I patted his arm.
“Just stay on me.”
It was extremely noticeable to me that Jyme wasn’t feeling the girls touching him and that made me happy. I made a show of it, touching and rubbing him and even kissing him every now and then.
Jyme played right along with me, and it went smoothly. I felt his Anaconda growing under those well-fitted trousers now. We left the two waiters upstairs with the girls and went back down to gather the champagne for the next box. We made it to the bottom step when Jyme pulled me up against him.
“I want you.” I looked into his eyes and saw the hungriest eyes I’d ever seen. “The suite.”
“No, now.”
I looked at the bartender and threw my hand in the air telling him to give me five minutes. I guided us to back room, and we ended up a storage closet. I locked the door and squatted down unbuckling his trousers.
“No, in you.”
“Jyme, this is quickest way,” I sighed. He pulled me up right and turned me away from him. He yanked down my leggings and panties. The force he used with me frightened me a little, and I had a dreadful flash back, “Don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not, Cricket. I’m not.”
He slid into me slowly and picked up his pace. He had made it under my blouse and was cupping an exposed breast. Jyme was pounding his rock hard Anaconda in the now, way too wet Juicy. He had apparently gotten worked up seeing me in action. If he ever saw my full strip show, he would bust a load in his pants without even touching himself. Jyme was needy, and I could tell he was out of his element. My poor poor Native was stressing out, and I was to blame for it.
“Jyme, that feels so good.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you. I want only you.”
“Tell me you want another baby with me, Cricket.”
I needed to speed up this broom closet session, and with the mood he was in, I knew just the thing. “I want to have all of your babies; a girl and two boys; remember?”
“Cricket.”
“Give it to me, Jyme. Let’s make another baby.”
Jyme put two of his fingers on my bottom lip, I started sucking them loudly.
“Suck them harder.”
I closed my legs tight and sucked his fingers harder.
“Cricket!” he released everything he had inside of me. We stood there panting for a while. He turned my face toward him and he kissed my lips. We cleaned ourselves up at the small sink, and then we went back to work.
There were six busting babes waiting on us at the bar; Troy had done well. I collected three of them and went to Box two. We entered, and there was already a series of events going on in the room. Girls were doing body shots off each other with a group of guys watching. A few couples were making out in corners, and the celebs were a couple of guys from that popular show on the CW. I couldn’t remember their names, but I knew the faces. Jyme stuck on to me like glue; a few girls eyed him, but he was in my ear licking and pawing at me. It was very distracting, but I had a job to do. He had a few girls reaching for him, and he didn’t look interested at all. We set down the champagne, and I introduced the ladies to the guys. They seemed to have a lot of interest in the Hawaiian girl. I made sure she gave them special attention. Everyone seemed pleased in this room, and I was relieved.
Jyme and I went back downstairs and collected the other three girls and the final champagne bottles. This room was a little bit harder, as I thought it would be; that’s why I saved it for last. The men were not biting, and I had to step it up a notch. I had the girls play with themselves and then each other. The men seemed very interested, and then I had another idea. All six men were short and very thin, and they all seemed to be interested in the activity.
“You feel like putting on a show,” I asked Jyme.
“Okay,” he grinned.
“Follow my lead.”
Four of the six men were over by the girls watching them and stroking themselves. The other two men watched Jyme and me. I pushed Jyme down onto the white leather sectional. I climbed on top of him. His eyes were wide with surprise. A new song started, Kid Cudi singing about his pursuit of happiness. I grinded on Jyme and teased him; I bit his lip and then mine. I made a show of this seduction, and we had an audience. Jyme was getting so excited, and I felt him growing again underneath me.
“You’re so horny tonight,” I said in his ear.
“I missed you.”
I started rubbing him all over and licking his lips. I teased him some more, and our audience grew: now four of the six were watching us.
“How far do you want to go with this?” I asked him.
“Right now, I don’t care.”
“Okay, I’m about to step it up. Stay with me.”
I gave him a stern look, and he swallowed hard. I giggled at my new, but old lover; then stood and slipped out of my shoes and leggings. I wore black lacey things now, and they cupped my ass well. I bent over right in front of Jyme’s face. My fingers grazed the floor while my eyes jiggled and jerked right in front of him. Jyme touched my ass with both hands, and I watched him between my legs; he was amazed by the ass. I dropped it and bounced it, moving one butt cheek then the other. The men behind us cheered me on, and Jyme was grinning from ear to ear. I stood and then started grinding on him again.
I was just about to lose my shirt when Jyme stopped me. “No more removing clothes,” he whispered in my ear.
“Aww,” I teased.
“Cricket!” His face was very serious.
“Can I suck you in front of them?” I asked him. His mouth fell open, and he gave me a wicked smile. I crawled down to my knees making a complete show of this. His eyes were just as wide and intrigued as the businessmen’s. I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants with my teeth. Jyme was squirming in his seat, and I giggled. I pulled Jyme’s Anaconda out through his boxes, and as soon as his big friend came out for show and tell, the businessmen all gasped and pointed. Jyme didn’t even noticed. I had always thought Jyme’s dick was porn worthy, and now I saw the businessmen did too.
I pulled all of my hair up and told Jyme to hold it out of my face. He did so, and then I put all of him in my mouth. I made an Oscar star performance of this dick sucking. Every time Jyme was about to come I stopped and teased him some more. After the fifth or sixth attempt, he tugged at my ponytail hard, and I knew he couldn’t take it anymore. The song had changed for the fourth time, and now the D.J. was playing Keri Hilson and Chris Brown’s song, One Night Stand. This was an extra sexy song, and I knew just how I was going to end our very seductive performance.
The businessmen had their dicks in their hands and almost all of them had released their loads already, but they watched and were all cheering Jyme on for lasting so long. Finally, I let him cum, and oh my, did he cum. I almost choked on it, but I devoured everything he gave me. I got up off my knees gracefully and rearranged my now messy hair. All of the businessmen jumped up and cheered at me and Jyme. They were so loud that two security guards came in to check on us.
We left the room with very satisfied businessmen. When we made it back downstairs to the bar, I asked the bartender for a screwdriver. Jyme yanked both sides of my face and pulled me up so he could kiss me. His kiss was very wild, and I couldn’t read the emotions in his face. We both sat down at the bar, but I was the only one drinking. Jyme watched me the whole time I drank my drink.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He said nothing but gave me a goofy looking grin. We made a few more rounds in the club and then headed back to the suite. Jyme was watching me in that weird way and I didn’t know how to handle it. When we got back to the suite, Jyme shut and locked the door, pulling the hatch across it as well. I turned to face him, and he pulled me in. He buried his head in my hair and took a big whiff.
“Mmm, you smell like me.”
I laughed at him, but his face was serious.
“Every time I think I know you, I find out I don’t know you at all.”
“You know the real me. All that other stuff is just an illusion.”
“Don’t ever pretend with me.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Well, unless I ask you to.”
“Alright.”
I wrapped my arms aro
und him, and he kissed me then pulled back a little. He looked like he wanted to say something. I gave him a minute to get his thoughts together.
“Now I have a request,” he said.
“And what might that be, Mr. Samson?”
“Can you do that ass trick again?”
I laughed out loud, but his face was serious. And that made me laugh even more. He grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed hard.
Chapter 13
How We Used to Be
The next morning the suite phone rang at eight o’clock.
“Meeting in the penthouse in thirty minutes. Bring the Big Indian,” the voice on the phone said.
“Alright,” I said sleepily. I hung the phone up and Jyme pulled me back under his arms.
“We have a meeting in thirty minutes,” I yawned.
“We?”
“I guess everybody. I’m not sure. Who knows with Troy.”
We fooled around for the next fifteen minutes, then showered and dressed for the meeting. We both wore ponytails, tees, and jeans. The monster breakfast spread was out as usual and we took full advantage of the bar. There were so many faces there that I didn’t know; but they seemed to know mine. Some kept their distance from Jyme and me, and others introduced themselves. One guy in particular seemed very eager to meet us. His name was Armani, and he was Armenian. He was one of Troy’s new right-hand men. Trey kept giving him these looks of death. I wondered what Armani had done to him.
The door opened and Korliss, Kelton, and Roman walked in. I knew all three of these bodyguards and I would and could call them friends. They smiled when their eyes landed on Jyme and me. They all went straight to the bar and loaded up. Everyone had extra helpings and was enjoying the food.
Troy came out of the office about ten minutes later. He stood in the front of the room and cleared his throat to stop the side conversations.
“As you can all see, we have found one of our lost sheep. The beautiful Cricket has come back home.”
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