“Yeah. I had some big guys that I know playing bouncers tonight…watching for him. I just talked to one of them; they had to throw him out early in the fight.”
“Oh wow. I didn’t even see him.”
“Good. I hope you never have to see the fucker again. What do you want to do tonight?”
“It’s your night. You pick.” He kissed me again and said, “I want to spend it with you.”
“My mother is at my apartment…”
“That’s okay,” he said, starting the pick-up. “I have a better idea.” He drove us downtown to an area where there were some really nice hotels. I was a little disappointed, I thought he was taking me to some crowded bar or club. Instead, we drove up in front of one of the nicer ones…a five star if I’m not mistaken. He grinned at me and jumped out, handing the keys to the valet. The other valet opened my door and Paul was there to help me out. He handed the valet a twenty and said, “We’ll be staying for the night.”
I stood silently, a little shocked as he got us a room and asked them to have a bottle of champagne brought up. He took my hand and led me to the elevator and once the door slid shut he pulled me in for a sweet, soft kiss. It was all lips and he was looking into my eyes the whole time. I was suddenly burning up.
We got off the elevator onto the fifth floor. The carpeting was so thick and soft that I was actually sinking down to it as he led me to our room. I looked around as he slid the key card in the door. There were Louis IV chairs and Persian rugs in the little sitting area and really nice, expensive looking vases sitting on the glass tables. I followed him into the room and when the door shut behind us he used his body to gently nudge my back up against the door. This time, he really kissed me. I parted my lips and he licked my top one before sliding his tongue in to meet mine. We languidly tasted each other as he ran his hand through my hair. I felt his fingers kneading my scalp gently and then sliding down to my neck. His other hand found mine and he held onto it as we kissed. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care if I died of asphyxiation right then and there.
He slid his hand from the back of my neck across my shoulders. I felt him massage them gently and then move it down along my back. His touch with me was such a sharp contrast to that guy I had just watched fighting in the octagon a little while ago. My head felt like it was going to explode as he kissed me passionately while caressing and kneading my back through my shirt. He found the bottom of it and ran his hand up underneath it. The skin to skin contact made me shudder. His hand found its way back up to my neck and I moaned against his mouth as he caressed me there. His other hand was on the move now, sliding slowly from my hand, up my arm and finally touching the side of my face softly before traveling back down. I reached up and took his face in my hands as we kissed, moving my arms further out of the way so he could have free reign to touch my body.
He let the hand on my back slide down until he found the top of my jeans. I felt his fingers slip just under the waistband and float across my ass. I arched into him because it felt so good. He used that motion to reach down inside the back of them with both of his hands and with a cheek firmly grasped in each one, he squeezed. I squealed just as there was a knock on the door that nearly startled me out of them.
Paul grinned at me and whispered, “It’s the champagne.” I moved away from the door still panting and gasping for air. Paul took a bill out of his pocket, opened the door and exchanged the tip for the champagne. He closed it and turned around holding a brass bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne in one hand and two crystal flutes in the other.
“Champagne?” he said. I nodded. I still could hardly breathe and my body was so hot all over I felt like I was about to burst into flames. He took the champagne over to a little table and popped the cork. It hit the ceiling and came back down, striking the top of the table as champagne bubbled out of the top of the gold bottle. He poured two flutes and then sat down in one of the big chairs next to the little table. He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me down into his lap. He handed me a glass and he picked one up. Holding his up, he said, “To us.”
I smiled and toasted with him. The champagne was sweet and smooth and it felt good sliding down my hot throat. After I swallowed it I said, “Is there an us, Paul?”
He looked at me seriously and said, “I’d like for there to be.”
“Will you be able to spend some real time with me now that your sister and Victor are safe?”
“Yes, definitely. I mean we’ll still have to watch out for Mitch. I don’t think the asshole is going away any time soon…but if you’re up for that?”
“I’m up for it,” I told him, honestly. He drained his glass, sat it down and then scooped my butt up in both hands and pulled me in tighter. I dropped my legs on either side so I was straddling him, drained my own glass and leaned in for another kiss. I sat my glass down on the table over his shoulder as my tongue tasted the champagne on his and reveled in the way his hands were caressing my ass. After a few minutes of that I felt the muscles in his thighs flex as he held onto mine and stood up. He pressed his face into my neck underneath my hair and gave me goose bumps as he kissed and nibbled there while he carried me over to the bed. He laid me down and I swear I sunk into it. It was the softest bed I’d ever lain on. I reached up and pulled at his shirt. Taking the hint, he pulled it off. I ran my fingers over the hard defined muscles of his stomach and chest as he leaned over me. My panties were already wet, now they were drenched. I sat up a little and he helped me off with mine. He just stood there for a second looking down at me with hungry eyes before he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then taking them from the bottom of each leg as I lifted my butt up off the bed, he pulled them off and tossed them onto the pile in the floor next to him. I reached back and unhooked my bra while he slipped out of his own jeans. He had a monster bulge in his shorts that looked like it was aching to be set free. I sat up to help and as I pushed them down he reached down and found my nipples with his fingers. I groaned out loud as he began to twist and pull on them. Once his shorts were out of the way, I grabbed a handful of his erection. I began to stroke his beautiful, perfect, hard cock and playfully explore the space between his legs with my other hand. The whole time I watched his face. He had his eyes closed and the look on his face was pure ecstasy. I slid my hand gently across his full balls and waited for him to open his eyes back up. As soon as he did, I looked into them with mine and guided his cock into my mouth.
“Fuuuck!” he moaned.
My lips slid down his shaft and I’m not sure if they were on fire or if it was his cock, but something was definitely hot. I worked the underside of it with my tongue as I sucked it into and out of my mouth. Paul had his hands wrapped up in my hair and he was moving his hips as I worked my mouth back and forth and continued caressing his balls and the inner parts of his thighs.
He closed his eyes again and groaned my name out in a husky voice. I tipped my head back and took it in until it landed in the back of my throat and then I held it there for a few seconds, letting my throat muscles work across it until he cried out, “Oh fuck, Jessie! Oh God, baby! Please stop…Oh shit!”
I stopped and slowly let him out of my mouth, taking him back in my hand as I smiled up at him. He shook his head like he was trying to believe something and then he reached down and ran his hand through my hair and dragged his fingers softly and so fucking erotically across my lips.
“So sexy,” he whispered, sending a chill down my spine.
He pushed me back then, not quite as gently as he’d been touching me so far. This touch was more hurried…urgent. He lifted me then and laid me down in the center of the bed. Lying down next to me he found my breasts and began to caress them. He kneaded the warm flesh; avoiding the nipples and making me squirm. He leaned in and covered my mouth with his again, kissing me hungrily, sucking my lips in between his teeth until I was aching so badly for him I could hardly stand it. He kissed down the side of my neck, running his ton
gue up and down the supple flesh there occasionally nibbling across it and down to my shoulder. I had my hands on his back, lightly scratching his flesh with the tips of my fingernails. Every so often I would reach down and find the hard cock that was pressed into my hip and give it a stroke. I loved feeling him shudder against me as I did.
I felt his hands running down further across my body. He slid them across my stomach and down to my mound. I lifted my hips up and when my breasts were suspended in the air, he finally took one of them his mouth. I cried out as I felt his hand begin rubbing my mound while he simultaneously sucked on my nipples. He moved across to the other one and began to flick it with his tongue. I was moving against his hand, urging him to go further. I needed to feel him touch my clit. If he didn’t do it soon, I might scream. He brought his other hand up and pinched and pulled on one nipple as he sucked on the other.
“Oh God, Paul!” I breathed out as he continued his expert assault of my body. He began licking me, stopping to leave a kiss every inch or so, licking the underside of my breasts and causing my whole body to convulse. His hot tongue licked down to my belly button and after torturing me there for a few seconds, he continued on down to the top of my mound. As he moved his sexy face down between my legs I reached behind me and found the pillows. I propped my head up so that I could watch him. I didn’t want to miss a thing, he was so fucking sexy.
I watched as he slid his hands underneath my ass and pulled my panties off. Then sliding one hand under me again, he lifted me up to meet his lips. He used his tongue to trace my folds gently at first and then he actually sucked one of my outer lips into his mouth. I had to turn my face and bite down on the pillow then to keep from screaming. When he released that one and did the same to the other a cry did escape my lips. I was moving my hips, wanting more but he continued to sweetly lick me around my upper thighs and the outside of my pussy until I finally took the back of his head in my hands and pushed him into me. He finally took my clit in between my lips and began to lick it. I was squirming and moaning until he bit down on it. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was crazy erotic enough to almost send me hurtling through the roof. I cried out again, hoping that the walls were thick enough that the neighbors weren’t getting an earful.
He delved into my pussy with his tongue then, running it all over and giving my clit a lick each time he moved up or down or across. I was bucking my hips when suddenly I felt his tongue against my clit again and a finger at my entrance. I pushed down with my hips so he would enter me and when he did I experienced a full-body shudder that almost felt like a seizure. I was moaning and mewling as he slipped in another finger and began to work them in and out while never taking the pressure off of my clit with his tongue. I swear to God, I thought I was going to die. I had never experienced anything that felt that good before and unless it was this man, doing this very thing, I doubted that I would again. I was on the verge…I felt like I was dangling over the edge of the cliff and the tsunami of an orgasm was just about to knock me over when he stopped. I moaned, loudly. He looked up at me with a grin and then with one long, slow, final lick he moved his head up again and began to crawl up my body. He paused just long enough to slide on the condom that I hadn’t even noticed him taking out of the wrapper and then he kissed me hard on the lips. I licked my own juices off of him, loving the way they tasted on him. While I was doing that, he was lining his body up so that the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. I clenched my teeth and drew in a sharp breath as he pushed into me gently. I lay still, as much as I wanted to bear down and force him to move the rest of himself inside of me. He teased me, pushing halfway in and then pulling back out, sliding the head in and taking it out. I took it as long as I could before finally grabbing his ass in both of my hands and driving him into me. He moaned that time and I felt his hard erection slide across my swollen clit as he moved it in and out of me. He started out slow, increasing his pace as he went along with me prodding him slowly from behind. I was ready to come again. I started thrusting my hips up faster, taking him in deeper. I felt the muscles in my pussy clench tight…just as he pulled out of me again. I growled that time. “You’re killing me!”
I felt him smile against my skin. He was already headed back down between my legs and I felt like I was going to cry…right up until I felt him cover my clit with his mouth. He began licking it again, hard and fast. I was making noises that even I didn’t recognize and I swear it would have felt so fucking good to just scream at the top of my lungs.
“Oh God Paul, stop baby! Fuck me, please! I need you back inside of me.” I was surprised I had the air to get all that out. He didn’t make me ask again thank God. He moved back up and buried his cock deep inside of me. This time he fucked me hard. Our bodies slapped against each other with each one of his thrusts. I was groping his ass again and moaning and mewling against the side of his face when suddenly I couldn’t take it one more second. Even if he pulled out this time, I was going to cum.
"Oh Paul…oh damn! Oh fuck!”
He began pumping even harder, and then suddenly while he was buried as deep inside of me as he would go I had the most incredibly powerful orgasm of my life. In the middle of it, I felt all of his muscles go rigid and the hard cock inside of me swell and grow harder. I swear I had just died and this was what heaven felt like.
I felt him move over to the side and when he slid out of me I shivered violently. I body suddenly felt like it was missing a part of itself. He reached down and deftly swept off the condom and then hung over the side of the bed to deposit it in the trash can there. He lay back down on his back and reached over to pull me up on his hard chest. I laid quietly, feeling and listening to the constant beating of his heart against my own. My hair was a tangled mess and I was covered with sweat.
He kissed me on the side of my face and said, “You’re beautiful.” I shuddered again.
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up the next morning in Paul’s warm arms and after another mind blowing round of sex, we showered together and he drove me home. He left me off with a scorching hot kiss. I practically floated into the apartment before I stopped dead in my tracks. As soon as I opened the front door I knew something was terribly wrong. All of my furniture had been moved into the center of the room and I could smell paint. I stood there looking around and saw that the walls were covered with trees and rocks and rivers. My mother is somewhat of an artist. I just never would have guessed she’d get a wild hair and re-decorate my apartment without permission.
“Mom?”
She came almost running from somewhere down the hall. Her pupils were so dilated that from across the room her eyes looked black. She was wearing an apron over her pajamas and a pair of snow boots. Her hair was sticking up in every direction. She looked like a mad scientist.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
That was when she smiled. It was the same sick little smile that she used to give me when I came home from school to find her wasted. She was tweaking…again. “Hi baby. What do you think?”
“What do I think? Are you fucking insane? Mom, what did you take?”
She tried to pull of an innocent look, but it didn’t work at all. She was doing that thing with her mouth where she continuously smacks her lips and her neck kept twitching to one side. She was high, there was no denying it. “I didn’t take anything, baby. I don’t do that anymore.”
“Where did you get the money to buy anything? Who did you buy it from? Oh God Mom, please tell me you didn’t have Justin over here.”
“A man came over.”
“What? When?”
“I don’t know. Last night…maybe this morning….”
“Who was it, Mom? What was his name?” God, what if it was Mitch and he saw her like this. It was perfect…the thing he could use against me, my junkie mother.
“I don’t know,” she was using her whiney voice now, the one that made me want to slap her.
“Think, Mother. Was he old? Young? Was it the ni
ce looking guy who took me out the other night? Was it a cop?”
“Why would it be a cop? I don’t want to go to jail, Jessie!” She started crying, “Please baby. I’ve been sober…I just slipped.”
“Oh Jesus, Mom. You’re not going to jail. I just need to know what happened here when I was gone.”
“I used the money you left me for food,” she said in a rush. I’m so stupid. First rule you learn in Al-Anon is not to leave a junkie home alone with cash. Jesus! This is just what I fucking needed.
“Mom, come here and sit down.” I tried to take her by the arm but she jumped back like my touch burned her skin or something. I hated it when she was like this, mostly because I never knew if I should be pissed or worried that she was going to drop dead. “Please, Mom.”
She finally sat down on the couch, as far from me as she could get and perched on the edge of it like she was preparing to have to run away.
“No, please tell me where you bought whatever it was you took. No one came here, did they?” When I had been with Justin I’d seen my fill of dealers and junkies. There wasn’t a single one of them I’d want in my home. It freaked me out just thinking about it.
“A man came by. He was looking for you.”
Shit! “I know, Mom. You told me. But what about the drugs? Who sold you the drugs?”
“I don’t do drugs any more baby. I’m sober.”
“Shit!” I jumped up off the couch and so did she. She really looked like she was about to rabbit out the door. I took a deep breath and in an even…relatively calm tone I said, “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just worried about you.”
“I love you, baby.” The tears were streaming down her cheeks now.
“I love you too, Mom. Maybe you could go take a shower and clean up. I think that would make you feel better. I’ll make some coffee and when you’re finished, we’ll talk.” I was making decaf that was for damned sure.
She sniffed up the snot that was running out of her nose and in a shaky voice she said, “Okay baby. I’m sorry I made a mess.”
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