Turning her head, she looked out the window and away from the danger he represented. He was inside of her head and her body, pulling strings without even trying. With a start, she realized that they had turned onto the bypass that was taking them away from the road leading back to the church and instead were heading toward the mountains.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked sharply.
“I thought it would be nice to take a little ride to a place I know where we could have some privacy.”
“We don’t need any more privacy than what we have right now, Jackson,” she breathed, glaring at his profile, her head beginning to pound.
“Oh, but I think we do, Alexis.” He smiled without it reaching those eyes of his that were glued to the road.
“Jackson, please…”
“Please, a word you know quite well, wouldn’t you say, Alexis? Let me see, what did I like best? Hmmm…I think ‘please let me suck your cock dry’ or ‘please fuck me now’ were nice. So, what is it, Alexis? Please what?” His voice sounded husky, throaty, his desire for her evident in every syllable.
Her panties were now soaked, her thighs becoming slick with her need for him.
“Please take me home,” she whispered, knowing her traitorous body wanted anything but that to happen.
“Why don’t I think you mean that? Why is it I think that what you really want is to suck my cock like the good little cocksucker that you are? You know your business, I’ll give you that.”
Alexis groaned and closed her eyes. She knew it was useless to argue with him. He was in control, and she was his to do with as he wished. She had been his to do with as he wished since the first moment she had looked into his eyes. If he pulled over to the side of the road this minute and lifted her skirt, tore her panties away, and spread her legs, she would freely give herself to him and be the whore he accused of her being. She would give him whatever he desired, and she knew without a doubt that she would enjoy it.
She opened her eyes to look out the window to see the landscape had changed from towns to nothing but farms and trees. God, how she wanted him and how she wished she didn’t.
They drove for at least an hour without speaking before she heard him use his cell phone to tell his mother not to worry, that something had come up at work and he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. He ended the call with “Love you, too, Mother.”
“You love your mother, and yet you lie to her. Do you do it often?”
“No, actually I don’t lie to her at all. I consider this one of those little white lies that’s needed to protect her from certain unpleasantries, of which you are one.”
She knew she shouldn’t let his words get to her, but she was an emotional mess. Before she could stop herself, the words that she knew would seal her fate were unleashed. “That just wouldn’t do, would it? You know, for your Mother to find out that her son likes to keep company with whores and especially one in particular.” Her lack of forethought continued as her fingers slide up the back of his neck in a caress. “One who not only gave her son a world class cocksucking and swallowed every drop of his cum, but also enjoyed letting him fuck to the tune of thousands of dollars.”
Alexis had no idea what Lily charged, but she now imagined, having seen the family home, that he could afford whatever ridiculous amount Lily chose to impose for services rendered. She felt empowered speaking to him like this, even though the vein on the side of his head had started throbbing.
Taking no heed, she continued. “I’m sure your mother would be quite taken aback to know that her doting son was really no more than a common John who had to pay for sex.”
“You little bitch,” he said through gritted teeth, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
She couldn’t imagine what possessed her, but she undid her seat belt to get closer to him so she could reach down and rub his cock that she felt throb under her palm.
“Should I start now, sir?” she purred. “Or would you prefer I wait until we’ve reached our destination?”
He made a quick right turn down the next exit ramp. He swerved into a diner with a gravel parking lot that bordered on a stretch of woods. Smiling, she knew she had gotten to him from the look of pure murder on his face. Antagonizing him further wasn’t necessary, nor did she feel it was advisable. She slid back onto her side of the seat and proceeded to buckle up. However, he had other plans.
He stopped the car with a jerk near the trees at the edge of the parking lot, unbuckled his own seat belt and then turned to her. Without saying a word, he grabbed her ponytail, wrapping it around his hand. “Take off the seat belt,” he ordered.
“Jackson, is this really necessary?” She tried to keep the panic out of her voice. Had she really thought he was just going to verbally assault her for the way she spoke to him about his mother? She released her seat belt.
For a moment, before he pushed her forward and down to bring her face into his crotch where his hard cock was waiting for her, he simply looked at her, his eyes resting on her full lips and then her eyes. She wanted to say something to salvage a small part of what was left of her dignity, but the moment passed, and with a tug on her hair, he shoved her mouth down hard on his waiting cock that he had pulled from his pants. She began sucking him, throating him to the best of her ability, her lips tasting his pre-cum, something she thought she would never taste again.
She licked him like an ice cream cone while she fondled his balls. Over and over, she let her tongue slide up and down the ridges of his shaft that she moaned into while he watched her every move from beneath his hooded eyes. It excited her to give him a blowjob like this, in the car, in a parking lot. God, did that make her an exhibitionist? She certainly had never thought of herself as one. But then again, she had never thought of herself as a man’s whore before either.
His right hand crept between her legs to finger her clit through the leg of her panties. She was so wet. He was feeling her need, and she loved it. She wiggled into his hand, pressing herself against his fingers. She knew he was getting close to orgasm. She felt the swell of his cock and his body go rigid just before he groaned and the first cords of his cum hit the back of her throat. She never removed her mouth until he pushed her head away.
“Son of a bitch,” he breathed, “you trying to kill me?”
Alexis smiled, thinking to herself that killing him was not on her agenda. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of him. She felt his eyes on her mouth.
“Now, Alexis.” His voice was slightly deeper. “Now you can milk my cock and clean me.”
Without hesitating, she went back down on his now somewhat limp cock and suckled out whatever cum might be left. Gently she licked him, cleaning him with her tongue. When she had completed her task, she helped him with his pants before moving back to the passenger side of the car where she buckled her seat belt in silence. She should be ashamed of what she had just done, angering him into giving her what she had wanted. She needed him to want her, and if anger had to be the catalyst, so be it for now. She knew it was crazy, but when she was with him she became someone else, or she thought, do I become the woman I really am? How far would she fall, she wondered, to keep him from leaving her again?
Back on the highway, he kept his eyes focused on the road. He seemed much more relaxed and even tried to make some small talk with her about the weather and the music that he had turned on the radio. She answered him in kind, keeping things light, acting as if they were a normal couple on a Sunday drive. An act that was as far from the truth as the circumstances that had brought them together in the first place.
Finally he pulled into a road leading to a gated community where the guard reviewed his identification card before allowing them to enter. She could see a lake in the distance between the trees. They traveled down a road that curved first to the right and then the left without stopping until he made a sharp turn into a blind driveway. The narrow road ended in front of a very large house with a log facade that gave it a rustic charm. It
was beautiful and totally secluded from the world.
“Follow me, Alexis,” Jackson ordered as he swung the car door open and headed up the path to the house. Opening her own door, she did as he said and followed him through the front door that he had left open for her. Inside, she walked quickly through the large foyer, following his footsteps that stopped in a high-ceilinged room painted dark green with knotty pine accents everywhere, including the doors, trim, and furniture. It was gorgeous. There was a huge winding staircase in its center leading to the upper floor. Through one of the bay windows, near the back of the room, she could see a lake front deck that mirrored the length of the room. It was a magnificent home, and it belonged to him.
Chapter 22
Jackson threw his coat and suit jacket down on one of the many sofas littering the room and then began to undo his tie, letting it fall to the floor. Following his lead, she let her own jacket drop to the floor. Trembling, she went to him and turned, moving her hair away from her neck, waiting for him to unzip her dress. She hated herself for being so weak, but why fight what she knew was a losing battle? She wanted him inside her. She had wanted it from the moment she heard his voice at the church. She felt the touch of his fingers move down her back as he opened her dress.
Shrugging her shoulders, she let the dress fall in a pile at her feet, leaving her in only a white bra, half-slip, and panties. He unhooked her bra and then she turned to him, letting it fall from her breasts so he could view their fullness and the strawberry-colored nipples that pointed in his direction. His eyes feasted on her offering as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. She leaned into him to kiss his nipples while she pushed his shirt from his body and down his arms. Lowering herself to her knees, she began to unbuckle his belt.
“Not yet,” was all he said. She stopped.
“There’s a full bathroom with a shower down the hall past the staircase, second door on your right. When you’re done, I’ll be here waiting for you.”
She nodded, rising from her knees, and without looking back, followed his directions.
The warm water felt good against her skin. She let her hair hang wet and long down her back as she had the last time they had been together. In the medicine cabinet, she found a brand new toothbrush still in its box. She used it before she wrapped herself in a towel that she was sure Jackson would take pleasure in pulling from her body. She walked barefoot back to the room where she’d left him. He was sitting on a brown leather sofa, bare-chested but still wearing his pants, with a drink in his hand. He had poured one for her, too. He handed it to her as she came to sit beside him.
“Why did you come back, Alexis?”
“Here, as in this room?” she asked.
“Don’t play coy with me, Alexis. It doesn’t become you. You know what I mean. Why did you come back to Philadelphia?”
“It’s my home. Why? What does it matter?”
“In the long run, I’m sure it doesn’t matter at all. However, I am surprised that you chose to return to a place you couldn’t wait to leave. Lily told me you had moved, but she didn’t say where. She led me to believe it was with a client. Was the man my mother asked you about, the one you call your fiancé, a client?”
“No, he was not. And I left by myself, alone.”
“Well, regardless of your reason, you’re here now.”
Alexis looked down. “I’m here,” she whispered, “because you want me to be here.”
“What I want, Alexis,” he paused, lifting her chin so that she was forced to look at him, “is for you to continue undressing me.”
Alexis put down her drink on an end table and then dropped to her knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants and dragged them and his underwear out from under him and down his legs to expose his rock hard cock that she sucked deeply into her mouth while her fingers caressed the shaft. A guttural groan of pleasure burst from his lips. With an even deeper groan, he gently pushed her away from his cock.
He stood up, causing her to fall backwards onto the fluffy white rug behind her.
“Don’t move,” she heard him growl.
Lying there, looking up at him, she held her breath as he stood above her, while his eyes sucked the life out of her body. “Take off that towel,” he ordered. Doing as she was told, she stripped herself of the towel quickly. Her body shivered from the heat that pierced between her legs, making her moan softly in anticipation. She parted her legs wider, her fingers pressing into herself, opening her inner and outer labia for his pleasure and her own. Her eyes begged him to take her quickly.
“Tell me what you want, Alexis.”
He knew what she wanted, but that was his way, wasn’t it?
“Say it, Alexis.” His voice softened, and that was her undoing.
“I want you, Jackson. I want you. Please…” Her voice became stronger. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He bent down beside her, his face now inches from her own. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
One arm slipped behind her back and lifted her toward him, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. His other hand reached behind her head to wrap the silky strands around his hand, pulling her head backward, forcing her breasts to jut outward to become even more prominent.
“Say it,” he ordered, gripping her hair more tightly.
She felt her juices run down her thighs. “I want you inside me. I need you to fuck me,” she cried.
Instantly, his body covered hers, and with one deep thrust, he filled her with himself, giving her what she had asked for. She moaned his name, her body rising to meet his. There was no thought, no understanding of anything except this need that had overtaken every part of her being. It forced her to respond to him like a wild animal, thrusting her body upwards, while her nails left marks down his back as she tried to hold onto him. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue plundering her softness with the same force and rhythm that his cock continued to fuck her pussy. His thumb and forefinger pinched her hard nipples, while all the time his cock plunged deeper, until she drew herself upward, legs wrapped around his torso and let herself go completely, crying his name again and again. Sweat glistened off her body to mix with his, allowing their bodies to become a natural lubricant for the other.
“Roll over, Alexis,” he whispered into her ear. “There’s still one hole of yours I haven’t taken.”
She opened her eyes with a start. “No, please…don’t stop.”
She felt herself being lifted and then pushed down on her stomach. He was behind her, opening her ass cheeks, slipping his finger into her anus.
“My God, you’re tight. I’ll get you ready, although as one of Lily’s girls, I wouldn’t think you’d need much prepping,”
“I’m not one of Lily’s girls,” she cried.
“Not now, but you were,” he almost snarled, “so you can stop the innocent act.
“Please Jackson, don’t do this to me. I’ve never been with a man like this. Please… I’m not one of Lily’s girls. I’ve never been. Please believe me,” she whimpered, tears ran down her cheeks.
Jackson knew Alexis was a superb actress, but every part of him screamed out that this was no act. He rolled her over onto her back and looked down at her face and saw real fear in her eyes. She mouthed words he couldn’t understand. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her nose was running. What in God’s name did I almost do?
Chapter 23
“Alexis, I’m not going to hurt you.” Jackson lifted her, his arms holding her tightly against his chest, cooing to her like she was a baby. “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just relax. Everything’s okay. I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to.”
Her body finally calmed against his. He could still hear her muffled sobs against his chest that was wet from her tears. It killed him to think that he could have really hurt her. His lips brushed the top of her head gently before he lifted her face from his chest. He kissed one eyelid and then the other.
“It’s not Lily’s fault,” she said with a hiccup. “It’s my fault for lying to you about who I really am.”
He held her away from him, his eyes never leaving hers. “What are you talking about?”
“I met Lily for the first time the night I met you.”
“What?” Jackson just stared at her. “You’re not one of Lily’s girls?”
Alexis shook her head. “I’m not one of Lily’s girls.”
Jackson pushed her away to lean back against the bottom of the chair while he continued to stare at her with a look of confusion that was quickly replaced by anger. “Get dressed, Alexis, you have some explaining to do. What kind of a game do you think you’re playing?”
He got to his feet and started retrieving his own clothes. “I want the truth about how you came to be with me that night,” he spat.
“I want to tell you. I owe you that. I owe it to both of us.” She began dressing, realizing that this time she might never see him again.
When he was completely dressed, he poured himself another drink and sat down on a sofa. “Talk.”
Staring out through the window toward the lake, she tried to stay calm. She knew this would be her only opportunity to set the record straight, to tell him the truth. Whether he believed her or not, she had to try. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward him. She sat down next to him without touching him, and started talking.
“My name is Alexis, for real. My last name is Stevens. I’m originally from Radnor, Pennsylvania, the only child of Alice and Franklin Stevens. They had me in their forties. My Dad is a retired accountant, and my Mother was a secretary who decided to stay home when I was born. I went to college, graduated, and got a job as an event planner and was scheduled to be married until…” She paused. “Until I met you.” She took a sip from the drink she had left on the end table.
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