by Remy, Carole
“You’re mine, Aggie,” he groaned into her ear. “Mine.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
Jimmy felt his cock begin to wilt. He expected to be disappointed but felt instead only blessed relief. This is what he had needed, this is what he had striven for again and again. This perfect joining of soul touching soul. He felt completed and the driving urge to mindlessly copulate over and over abated with his exhaled breath. He lay still atop her then shifted so that his weight eased off her slender frame.
“Don’t go yet,” she gasped. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Jimmy pulled her so that they lay on their sides, still joined. He smoothed back her damp hair and kissed her forehead. He didn’t need to ask if she had come, didn’t need to wonder whether she felt as incredible as he did. He knew. Finally his limp cock slipped out of her and they rolled apart. Her fingers found his and they lay back, side by side holding hands, replete.
Eventually she roused herself and slid from the bed. She eased the condom off his spent cock. A few moments later he heard the toilet flush and then the running water of a shower. Did he have the energy to join her? Jimmy pictured Aggie’s naked wet body under the hot spray and his cock raised its head. He had the energy. They washed and teased and fondled and aroused in the misty heat then returned still dripping to the bed.
“Will you let me eat you?” Jimmy asked.
“I’d love that,” Aggie admitted with no attempt at reluctance. “Do you want me to do you too?”
“Later,” Jimmy suggested. “Let’s concentrate on one thing at a time.”
He positioned her with her buttocks at the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs.
“Take a pillow,” she advised.
Jimmy grinned and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. Trust his Aggie to make sure he was comfortable. He resolved to bring her to so many orgasms she lost count. He lifted her feet to his shoulders. Her knees slid obligingly open and he kissed her soft still damp pubic curls.
“Natural,” she commented.
“Natural everything,” he murmured.
He lowered his head to her softness and parted the delicate lips with gentle fingers. His tongue found her little bud of desire and flicked it hard. She arched up into his mouth and immediately began the low crooning moaning noises of arousal.
“Tell me what you like,” he lifted his head and requested.
“I like it all, everything you do,” she responded. “Do everything.”
He did. He squeezed and nipped and flicked and prodded until Aggie writhed in prerelease beneath him. When her hips began to pump, he latched his mouth hard to her throbbing and beautiful cunt and stroked furiously with the tip of his tongue until she cried out and arched in a spasm of joy. He dipped his finger into the viscous pool of her coming and dragged the moisture up her labia to his eager lips. Bypassing the middleman he plunged his tongue deep inside her and sucked at the sticky sweet healthy outpouring of her juices. His tongue deep inside her brought her to a second orgasm and his cock rose rigid as the hot flood entered his mouth.
“Come inside me,” she begged but he wasn’t done yet.
Jimmy lifted his head inches above Aggie’s crotch and grasped her buttocks and squeezed hard. She arched up into his waiting mouth with a cry of surprise that quickly turned into a scream of coming as he bit and drove her now sensitive bud past agitation to fulfillment. As she came, Jimmy slid a finger along the crack in her bottom and pressed against the delicate opening to her anus. Though she arched up away from his hand she screamed “Yes!” and Jimmy slid his finger inside her. Her orgasms were near continuous now and her arms flopped like beached fish on the bed and her legs and torso trembled unceasingly.
Jimmy’s mouth clung to her flailing cunt with tenacious vigor. He sucked the juices that surged from her vagina again and again until the warm fluid began to fill him to unlooked for repletion. At last her arms lay limp on the bed and her feet no longer trembled on his shoulders but fell dangling toward the floor. Jimmy slid his finger from her backside as she murmured a weak protest. He laid his head on her exhausted crotch and inhaled the scent of her deep into his heart.
After a few moments, Jimmy rose and went to the bathroom. When he returned she had not moved a muscle. The only skin that twitched with his arrival was her smile.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted her.
“Hey, handsome,” she returned.
He gently wiped away the remaining stickiness of Aggie’s orgasms with a thick warm washcloth. She made no attempt to move, but let him adjust her as he would. When she was clean, he lifted her legs onto the bed and straightened her limbs.
“Get some sleep.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. By the time he lifted his head, her eyes were closed. Though deeply unconscious in seconds, Aggie’s smile lingered as she slept.
Later Jimmy crept in beside her. Afraid he might wake her, he slowly pulled up the blankets and lay carefully separate. Sometime later in the night he awakened. His cock was rock hard and aching, almost throbbing. And hot and wet. He looked at the unfamiliar bulge in the bedclothes. Then Aggie’s mouth descended over his again and he groaned as the ecstasy almost overtook him. He wanted to be conscious to enjoy this and he strained to hold back his orgasm for a few more precious moments. Aggie didn’t make the task easy for him. Her mouth molded around him like moving plaster and she sucked him not expertly but with boundless enthusiasm. Jimmy jerked as her teeth bit in a little too hard then jerked again when her hands found his buttocks and squeezed. What’s good for the goose…
Jimmy lost conscious thought as his energy focused in the glowing shaft that rose from his groin. Aggie’s tongue and teeth and lips and fingers melding into one perfect milking machine that sucked the juices out of him with relentless insistence. Jimmy yelled and arched up into her face as he came. The suction loosed but her mouth remained fastened to his pumping cock as his fluids jetted out. He tried to reach her to pull her head out of the way so she wouldn’t drown but his hands became tangled in the blankets that twisted between them.
At last he heard a choke and a gurgle, then a smiling head poked reassuringly from the covers.
“Was that fun?” Aggie asked, a grin full of his cum spread across her face.
“Come here, you,” Jimmy ordered and pulled her up into his arms. I love you, he thought but couldn’t quite say.
Instead he wrestled with her until they ended up in a tangle of bedclothes on the floor. Both exhausted, they fell asleep again where they lay. Once again in the early morning hours they made love, this time quietly, languidly, almost leisurely. Until the final moments when Aggie’s screams of coming aroused them both to a frenzy. This time she came first and then again. Jimmy held on as long as he could, savoring the delicious sensation of his full cock pounding inside her pulsating womb. At last the power of her orgasms lured him beyond the edge of reason, beyond trying, beyond caring and into that orgasmic place where he found again the union that he craved.
Chapter 18
“I’m going to Auburn,” Jimmy announced cheerfully.
“Good morning,” Richard greeted his employer as he stepped into Jimmy’s office. “Auburn?”
“There’s something funny in Aggie’s background. If I’m going to help her, I have to know what it is.”
“The private detective didn’t turn up anything. The father moved after the mother died and the girls never lived with him there.”
“I’ll find something,” Jimmy stated confidently.
“You seem chipper this morning,” Richard commented.
Jimmy grinned. “Never was one to kiss and tell.”
“That good, eh?” Richard teased.
“I want you to take Aggie out tonight. Give her a night on the town.”
“I’m sure she’d rather be with you.” Richard’s thoughts fled to the interview with Aggie in his office, her closeness on the terrace, her soft kiss to his cheek. He shook his head to clear the memory.
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p; “I’ll be in Auburn,” Jimmy reminded him. “I’m leaving in twenty minutes for the airport. I’ll fly back either late tonight or early tomorrow.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Richard asked. He felt reluctant to see Aggie again, especially after her obviously intimate night with Jimmy.
“Stay here and take care of Aggie for me.”
Richard could see no way out and agreed to squire the young woman around for the evening. He returned to his office torn between loyalty and anticipation. Loyalty won. Richard banished all thoughts of long legs and tousled auburn hair. He wouldn’t think about gray eyes and high firm breasts. Wouldn’t imagine soft lips against his cheek. He told his secretary to reserve tickets for the Phantom of the Opera at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre and to make a reservation at a small Mexican restaurant a block away. The key was to stay in public, to avoid any private moments or conversations.
The evening began better than he had feared. Aggie seemed less reluctant than he had anticipated to accept his escort instead of Jimmy’s. She was dressed in a long slim black skirt and a dark gray silk blouse, fine for the theater. After he explained the change of plans, they climbed back into the cab and headed downtown.
The small restaurant was a favorite of Richard’s. He appreciated the cozy atmosphere, unobtrusive waiters and excellent Mexican cuisine. Aggie suggested that he order for both of them. They started with ensalada de calabacitas, a spicy zucchini and chili pepper salad with feta cheese. Halfway through the salad, Richard sidled toward the image that had disrupted his concentration all day.
“Jimmy was a happy man this morning, Aggie.” He hoped his smile looked sincere.
Aggie’s eyes seemed stuck to her fork as she lifted it toward her mouth. She shrugged almost as though Jimmy’s happiness didn’t interest her. Could she possibly be that cold? Then she looked up into Richard’s eyes and the impression of coldness vanished. The eyes were alive with heat and confusion and attraction. He would have sworn she was looking affectionately, almost lovingly, at him.
“I’m glad,” she said simply, her face solemn.
Richard attacked his salad. He hardly tasted the main course of nopalitos con carne de puerco y chile verde, cactus with pork and green chile. Aggie seemed unaffected by his reticence and asked him questions about his work, obviously working to draw him out, to charm him. Richard tried to keep his armor up, but her smile penetrated his cynicism. She couldn’t be both so heartless and yet so warm. By dessert he admitted his defeat. She had won him over. Whatever her game, he was prepared to play it.
Aggie’s reaction to the sticky sweet pastel de pecana, a pecan cake with honey glaze, turned the rest of the meal into a subtle seduction. She lifted the first bite to her mouth and as the taste hit, her expression turned inward in bliss. Richard imagined her beneath him, eyes glazed in satiation. As her lips opened eagerly for the next morsel, he felt her draw his tongue into her mouth as his lips pressed hard into hers.
Richard’s fork clattered to the table. Aggie smiled knowingly and picked it up. She speared a bite of his cake and raised it to his mouth. She teased him with the sweet-filled fork, just brushing his lips. Richard’s mouth lunged and captured the bite of cake as Aggie grinned. Richard struggled to return to his senses.
“What are you doing?” His voice came out hoarse.
“Nothing,” Aggie teased.
Richard tried to remind himself that she had spent the last night with his boss, his friend. That Jimmy was crazy about her. But all he could see were her lust-filled eyes. She wanted him and intended to have him. Somehow he had changed from escort to prey. They would skip the theater and he would take her to the nearest hotel room. In the morning he would apologize to Jimmy and resign as his employee. And marry the woman across the table and live happy and penniless for the rest of their lives. Penniless. Richard stood abruptly.
“We need to go,” he growled. He understood now where the gruffness in Jimmy’s voice came from.
Aggie stood silently and walked in front of him toward the entrance to the restaurant. He wouldn’t look at her, Richard resolved. At least her back was turned so he couldn’t see those amazing eyes. He wouldn’t watch the hips that swayed gently as she walked down the aisle ahead of him. The waiter handed Aggie her coat and she passed it on to Richard. Her shoulders weren’t slender and sleek beneath his hands. Her breath wasn’t warm on his cheek as she turned in his arms. Richard stepped back.
“Thank you.” Aggie spoke softly.
She reached for his arm as they exited the restaurant. The block-long walk to the theater became an exercise in self-control. So far Richard had managed to restrain his ripening erection to half-cock. What would happen in the dark theater, with her perfume in his head and her shoulder brushing his?
“Have you seen Phantom before?” Aggie asked as she settled into the seat.
Richard watched her bottom wiggle itself to comfort. The curve of her left breast swelled into his view as he sat to her right. Better to keep his eyes straight ahead.
“No,” he answered her. “Have you?”
“No,” she smiled. “I’ve always wanted to. This is such a treat.”
She hugged his arm then leaned back as the overture began, leaving their arms entwined. She slid her hand into his. He squeezed her fingers in automatic response. By the time the chandelier fell, his arm was around her shoulders and her elbow pressed comfortably against his ribs. Richard hardly heard the rest of the show.
They held hands as they waited for the cab. Inside, Aggie leaned into him.
“Try not to worry too much,” she advised him.
Richard rubbed his forehead with his free hand.
“I feel like I’m betraying Jimmy,” he confessed.
“You’re not,” Aggie said firmly. “Can you trust me?”
“Probably not,” Richard grinned. “But at the moment, I don’t care.”
He directed the driver to take them to the Waterfront Hotel. He registered for a room as Aggie stood a pace behind his shoulder. She took his arm again as they walked to the bank of elevators.
“This will change everything,” Richard said as they waited. “You can still back out.”
“So can you,” Aggie reminded him.
But he couldn’t.
Richard lifted Aggie and carried her over the threshold of the room. She began to remove his clothes even as he still held her. He kicked the door shut and set her on her feet. By now his tie was around her neck and his shirt in a puddle on the floor. Aggie slid her hand inside the front of his pants. She grasped his now upright cock and squeezed. Richard groaned and began to pull at her clothing. She stepped back a pace, though her hand still kept a tight grip on his manhood.
“What’s the kinkiest thing you ever wanted to do?” she asked.
Richard groaned. His arms fell limp to his sides.
“I haven’t,” he began. “I don’t…I’m …”
Aggie squeezed and his attempt at apology fled.
“I can’t tell you,” he blurted.
Aggie squeezed harder.
“Tell me,” she coaxed.
“I always wanted to tie somebody up,” Richard admitted. The fantasy seemed bizarre under the circumstances. Aggie was clearly in charge.
“We’ll try it both ways,” Aggie agreed.
Both ways? Richard let himself be led by the cock to the bedside. Aggie pushed him down onto his back. When she released his cock and climbed astride his chest, Richard felt first abandoned and then submissive. She tied his hands together above his head. He could easily have stopped her, but her eyes held him more captive than the flimsy silk.
“Leave your arms above your head,” she ordered. He felt no urge to disobey.
She climbed off him and lifted first one leg and then the other, loosening and removing his shoes and socks. Then without touching his now pulsing cock, she unzipped him and pulled off pants and underwear. Richard lay naked before her fully dressed form and felt mastered, contro
lled. He loved it. He waited for Aggie to strip for him but somehow wasn’t surprised when she didn’t.
“Don’t move,” she warned him.
Still without touching him with her hands, she lowered her mouth over his crotch. Her lips touched him first with a kiss as light as the one to his cheek. His cock bobbed up toward her. She kissed him again lightly and he groaned.
“Shh,” she whispered.
Her mouth lowered and this time she took the full length of him inside her. Richard lifted his hips thrusting and brought his hands down to steady her head. She lifted her mouth off him.
“You have to hold still,” she ordered. “Don’t move your hips and leave your arms above your head.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can.”
Aggie waited while he slowly lowered his backside and raised his arms. She leaned toward his armpit and nipped him sharply. The bite stung and then spread to his nipple and down to his groin. Richard’s arms lifted involuntarily but lowered as Aggie’s eyes commanded. He gave himself into her hands. More accurately, he found, he gave himself over to her mouth. She took the full length of him inside her and slowly tightened her cheeks. Richard groaned and fought to still the automatic pumping of his hips.
Then her lips and tongue and teeth went wild over him. He strained against his upright arms and pulled his hips down to the bed in obedience. The dual control and release were a powerful aphrodisiac. Her mouth teased and squeezed and tormented his cock and the aching grew in his belly until he knew he must explode. His hips rocked and her hands pinned him and the fluid built inside him until he must let go, he must.
“Now,” he gritted, warning her so she could lift her mouth if she wanted.
