“We should stop,” I say. I don’t mean one word. Except the ‘we’ part. I like how saying ‘we’ feels right now. I don’t want it to stop, but I’m glad I suggest it. I want her to have an out. The woman has seen my case file. I don’t want her to have any doubt this second time we’re doing this.
“I know,” she says, but arches her back and presses her breast into my hand.
She continues by reaching her hand between us and into my boxers. She wraps her tiny fingers around my shaft. I growl at her touch. She slides her hand up and down with firm strokes.
Fuck!
I’m past waiting, but I want her to be ready. She pulls off me all of a sudden. She tugs at the waistband of my boxers and slides them down enough to free my cock. When she kneels between my legs and begs me to take it off, I stand for a second, and practically rip if off like Superman does with his clothes in those telephone booths.
I can barely breathe when I look down at her. She looks like she’s in love with my cock the way she’s assessing it, sizing it up, and biting her bottom lip as she gets ready.
“Mmmm.” I hear her moan eagerly.
Her fingers grip my cock again, right at the base, and she positions it to take it in her mouth. The tip of her tongue makes contact with my cock head. I can explode if I don’t hold myself back. She licks a trail from the tip right up to where her hands are. She releases her grasp to get her hands out of the way. Her tongue swirls to the back and begins to lick my balls.
A loud, sexy moan vibrates out from her lips and through my ball sack. I don’t know if I can keep this up.
“Fuck,” I groan, my legs shaking from the pure torture of waiting.
I’m dying to pick her up off the ground and throw her in the damn bed. Looking down at her, though, she looks like she’s really enjoying this. She wraps her lips around my cock and floats into it, taking as much of the shaft in. Her tongue works as she goes, relaxing her jaw to take me deeper inside each time.
She bobs and licks and sucks—hard—until my will disappears. I hold her head and thrust my cock deeper still.
God!
She groans with pleasure and that’s it. My entire body convulses as I erupt my load into her mouth. She swallows every drop, and holds my gaze as she’s doing it. When she looks like she’s finished, I take her hands and pull her up to cradle her in my arms.
“You have not stopped surprising me since I laid eyes on you at the coffee shop, woman.” I murmur in her ear, still breathing heavily. I lower her into her bed and stand. “I’ll be back.”
I walk to her bathroom and clean myself off. It’s time to make her scream. I get back to the room. She’s sprawled out on the bed. Her hands are busy. One is tight over one breast, and three fingers of the other are deep inside her pussy. I stand at the door silently. She hasn’t seen me yet. Just watching her makes me hard as a rock again, so I stalk over to the bed. Rebecca doesn’t even flinch when she realizes I’m standing there. She keeps pleasuring herself. I’m tempted to get myself off just watching her.
“Fuck me,” she whispers.
It’s so soft I’m not sure I hear her. She says it again and calls my name this time, reaching beside her and then waving a condom wrapper in her hand. I do not wait. I get in bed beside her. She rips open the condom like a wild woman who hasn’t eaten for a week. In seconds, she’s positioned the condom on me and seductively rolls it up my shaft. I pull her from where she’s sitting, and move her to straddle me on top.
She climbs up, settling herself over me. I reach over to her mound.
“You’re so wet, Rebecca. So ready for me.”
I want to return the favor and pleasure her before I drive my member deep inside of her, but she doesn’t give me that chance. In a split second, she grips my shaft to position it, and lowers herself on my cock, hard and fast. Her channel is tight around me, so tight I can feel her contours. She places her hands on my chest and begins to rock back and forth. I place my hands on her waist and she finds her own climax before I can do anything. Her body flexes, and I feel the walls of her pussy clamp around my cock as her juices flow down on me.
I tilt up my hips, and down again, thrusting into her, penetrating her more deeply each time. Soon she’s climbing to another orgasm, and tips over the edge.
“God, Jonathan. Fuck!” she shrieks, letting her body go so she can enjoy this new crescendo.
Her walls tighten around my shaft. It’s rippling and pulsing, giving my manhood the most incredible massage it’s ever felt. I bounce her up and down to extend her climax. She hits another height. She lets out a shrill scream and I pray to God her walls are sound-proof.
I’m tempting fate big time, but I push on, reaching up to massage her breasts. She escapes her new plateau and comes again, arching her neck and back as it rips through her. That expression on her face kicks me right to my orgasm. I buck my hips up and down, bouncing her as I go. In a few final plunges, I release into her.
I know she’s spent when she flops down onto my chest. I hold her close, rubbing her back. She takes a while to catch her breath, and the sound of her breathing eventually eases. I hold her there. I have no idea why, but I let her be. I don’t move to leave the room. I just let her rest, and soon, I think she drifts to sleep.
Chapter 18 - Rebecca
I’m beginning to think I was a daredevil in a former life. I hear my boss tell me I have no fuck passes left, and what do I do? I let Jonathan into my bed and I sleep with him—again. I have no idea what got into me. It would be easy for me to blame it on Jonathan’s irresistible wiles, but I’d be lying my pants off.
Yes, the man is irresistible, however he didn’t come on to me. I’m the dumb, risk-seeking brunette who runs after him when he leaves my apartment. I’m the one who asks him to dinner, and I’m the one who just probably gave him one of the most memorable blow jobs he’s had in a while. Well, at least it was memorable for me. Now he’s sleeping beside me—in my bed.
The man even looks good in his sleep, and he smells amazing. That aftershave—I’m turned right back on when I notice the muted smell. I’m instantly awake. This tall, ripped Adonis of a sleeping man is lying next to me. He’s sound asleep. I place my head back on the pillow facing him, and I breathe him in. I think this would definitely qualify as invading his space.
I’m tempted to touch the stubble on his cheeks, now rough and sexy and totally eligible for rubbing against every part of my body. I look at his smooth chest. There’s not a hair anywhere near his pecs. I think I die and go straight to heaven when I pull back the sheet and stare at his chest and abs. The man is ripped.
I begin to think there has to be a law against what I’m doing right now. Voyeurism without consent, or something equally sexy and disturbing. I’m not a peeping Tom—or a peeping Tammy for that matter—but I must be somewhere in the ball park. Of all people, I should know. Maybe I’ll look into jurisprudence on this when I get a chance.
I stare at his sleeping form. God, if he wakes up now, I’ll feel so busted. My gaze can’t get past his cock. He’s still hard, even as he sleeps. I’m wondering if that’s his neutral size, or whether he’s just hard from what we did. Either way, it’s lovely. His arms are tucked under his head, like he was thinking about something before he fell asleep. I lean closer and I actually inhale. I have to be certifiable.
This close to him, I feel the heat coming off his body. It’s masculine and invigorating, and I want to rest my head on his chest to soak it up, but I let him sleep. I turn my back to him, plump up my pillow under my neck, and close my eyes.
The bed springs shift gently when he turns in his sleep, rolls toward me and pulls me into his body, resting his arms around the waist. His smoldering hot chest is now pressed to my back, and his hardness is practically knocking on my back door. His body is broad, almost enveloping me as we’re spooning. The biceps on those arms—oh God, I think I could stay like this for days without getting out of bed.
I fantasize about him sliding his manhoo
d into me right now; kissing my neck and massaging my breasts as his manhood drives into me. My body reacts. I’m wet again, and my nipples are hard and ready to be touched. I press my ass gently into him without thinking. His cock twitches against my lower back. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. I have a sizzling hot, naked man I’m rubbing against—and crap, the man is my client. There’s so much that’s wrong with this, I should be more worried, but concern is not quite what I’m feeling at the moment.
His body begins to react to mine. His hips push forward, and he wraps his arms more tightly around me. I’m not sure if he’s asleep or awake. He moans. I take it as his encouragement to keep going. I move my ass back, easing myself to line up his hardness with my folds. I don’t plan on him entering me—but then again, I’m barely thinking. It’s my primal self that’s working on its own. His cockhead is touching my opening now. It feels so warm, and hard, like pure pleasure. I tip my knees slightly and it’s just enough. He’s inside me, and it feels good.
His member is throbbing and swelling and twitching inside me. I can’t believe Jonathan is asleep. I lift my head off the pillow and look back at him. His eyes are closed, but the broadest smile rises up on his face.
“Don’t stop,” he says. “I’m in your bed. You have my permission to use my body while it’s here.”
Before I know it, he pulls out of me and finds another condom. He’s got it on and is back inside me in no time. He places his hands on my hips and is moving with me. He pulls me down on him as he tilts his hips and sinks inside me, and then pulls slightly back out. I groan aloud. Every plunge lands directly on my g-spot in this position. It feels like I climax and surpass the peak with each of his thrusts. My head is in the clouds.
Undulating my hips, I take him deeper into me still. He reaches a hand in front of me and covers my mound as he continues to thrust inside me. His thumb seeks out my clit and flicks on it, gently at first, and more firmly, matching the rhythm as he penetrates me over and over again. I’ve never felt my body hit this peak ever before. I can’t help but gasp with the sheer pleasure of it. This man is driving me wild.
I reach a hand up and back to his hair as he fucks me. He dips his head to my neck. I surrender. It’s his lips on the back of my shoulder, and his finger on my clit that sends me to an epic orgasm. It shatters my world and delivers me to a new one—one where I look down and see my body convulsing from sheer pleasure overload.
At some point while my body quakes, he begins to jerk his hips wildly. He wraps his arms around my stomach and slams his cock deep inside me, letting his own orgasm release through his body and into mine. It’s only our heavy breathing that invades the quiet around us for some time as we recover.
Eventually, he whispers, “Ready for dinner?”
“Is it too late?” I answer with a question.
“We’re in New York. It’s never too late.”
“Okay. Let me rest for five minutes and we can go.”
I should have jumped out of bed right there and then, but I don’t. I might have just awaken the sleeping giant, now that I’ve gotten him started. He gets me on my back, and slides a pillow under my hips. His sleepy eyes pierce mine in the dimness. He’s about to return the favor.
He spreads my legs and looks over at me from between my thighs. His head ducks down and all I feel is his hot tongue moving across my folds, and then deep into my opening. I slide my hands over his hair and stretch my legs wide, letting his tongue circle and penetrate my slit. He moves in and out of me, alternating between licking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me.
I’m a demon possessed on that bed now. I’m writhing under his tongue and bucking my hips as he drives me to another climax. His hands slide up my body. They come to a stop on my breasts. He massages the flesh and tweaks the nipples with each hand. I have no more control, I scream out his name as another orgasm hits me.
He does not stop. I look down at him as he feasts one me. His chocolate brown eyes look up at me while he teases and tastes and sucks. The world disappears. It’s just his body and mine. He’s made me come so many times my whole body is buzzing. My legs shake in their weakened state, and he manages to bring me to the edge of another meltdown.
He finds the last condom and replaces the used one in lightning speed. His hands find my hips now, and pull me in. His cock breaches my folds but stays close to the entrance. He’s extending this feeling. I want to scream and beg him to come inside me. I beg and he finally concedes.
He lowers onto me, wraps his arms around me and under my ass, and slides into me. Slowly. An inch at a time. His restraint is admirable, but it’s torture for my body. I want him deep inside right now, so I tell him. I show him by reaching my hands to his ass, digging my nails into his flesh. He growls and winks at me, continuing his slow, deliberate moves. He’s taken control and he’s not giving in to me.
I give up and let him tease me. Every cell in my body is vibrating in pleasure under his will. The man owns my body now. He must sense I’ve accepted what he’s giving. He looks into my eyes and plunges deep into me, right to the hilt. My eyes bulge out of my head in tormented ecstasy. Oh God, this feels so good I think I’m already addicted to Jonathan. He impales me over and over, and my body has never felt this fucking good. I hold my hand over my mouth and I scream as the mother of all orgasms pelts me so far out of my body, I don’t think I’ll ever come back.
He speeds up. He’s about to come, I can tell. I find my way back and rock my hips to help him along. I hear a gravelly groan from deep in his throat. He penetrates me and comes, holding in position deep inside me as his hot release escapes him. He lowers onto me, breathing heavily. I wrap my arms around his broad chest and close my eyes. I don’t think we’re going anywhere.
Chapter 19 - Jonathan
It’s after eleven at night when Rebecca and I finally leave her bed, get dressed, and go out for dinner. We drive in my car to the Upper East Side. Several decent restaurants are open late there. Even at this time of night, there’s a slight rush of traffic, and it’s no surprise. The taxis outnumber private vehicles in this area, and I remember I’m better off parking at the hotel valet a block away. There’s never any street parking around here.
I glide the car to the curb in front of the restaurant and let her off. I don’t want Rebecca to have to walk all that way. She says she’s fine getting us a table while I park. I help her out of the front seat and walk with her to the doors. I get back to my car and wait until I see she’s inside.
I’m not sure how come I didn’t notice before, but she looks stunning tonight. She’s in a black knee length cocktail dress and black stilettos that I would never expect to see in a lawyer’s wardrobe. This is Kara’s employee, so I really should not be surprised. Rebecca’s hair is up in that sexy bun again. My cock twitches, she looks so good. I smile. I make a mental note to find my supply of condoms in my duffel bag in the trunk.
I drive to the hotel, leave my keys with the valet, and walk back. I’ve been to this restaurant so many times, for good reason. It’s one of my favorites. The food is superb, the ambiance is elegant but toned down, and from the windowless façade outside, it’s completely private. Just the way I like it.
I walk in as two tipsy young ladies are leaving. One seems to recognize me and smiles at me flirtatiously. I have no idea where she thinks she knows me from, but I don’t know her. She leans into me and tells me my dad is so hot. Mystery solved. Juan the maître d’ notices me and steps up to help get this woman off me. He slides an arm to the woman’s back, gives me a discreet nod, and guides her and her friend out the exit to a waiting taxi.
I wait for him to return.
“Good night, Mr. Sloan,” he greets me when he returns. “Will you be joining us alone for dinner tonight?”
“Good night, Juan. Dinner, yes. Alone, no. You seated a young lady a few minutes ago. I’ll be dining with her.”
“Ahhhh yes. Follow me, sir.”
He leads me to a corner where
Rebecca is seated. I thank him and he lets us know our server will be here shortly. I scan the room when I sit, and I’m about to make conversation with Rebecca when out of the corner of my eye I see—no, it can’t be.
“Excuse me, Rebecca. I’ll be right back.”
The server comes to the table just when I get to my feet. I tell him to bring a bottle of my favorite cabernet sauvignon. I walk over to the table to greet her, but mostly to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me.
“Mandy?”
She looks up at me, and for a brief moment, she stiffens up. She is sitting rather close to a man very near to my age, having a seemingly intimate conversation over a bottle of wine. Her face softens and she stands up to hug me.
“Hello son,” she says when she pulls away. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. Where’s Dad?” I ask softly, looking over at the man she’s with.
I’m surprised, yet trying my best to keep the reaction to myself. I never thought I’d see my dad’s wife in the company of another man. Ever. Then again, the irony is perfect.
“He’s doing what he does, I guess. Let me introduce you to my art teacher.” She turns back toward the table, and the man stands. “Jonathan, this is Michael Young. Michael, this is my son Jonathan.”
We exchange tense but civil handshakes. They sit and she continues.
“Michael’s a local artist, Jonathan. His work is just stellar. I’ve commissioned a few paintings and we’re talking over some of the details of my vision.” She looks behind me and then meets my eyes again. “Jonathan, are you eating alone? I’d love it if you’d join us.”
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