“Did you use a bottled sauce or did you make this?”
This was better than any bottled sauce I ever tasted with or without extra doctoring up. He smiled at my compliment.
“Well, it’s homemade. I have a recipe that I use and I make the sauce ahead of time or sometimes I freeze it for later use. I actually made this batch last week. I’m glad you like.”
I used a piece of bread to soak up the last of it.
“So is it a secret recipe or can you share it?”
He sipped his wine and smiled.
“I guess the secret is that my father is half Italian so I spent a few summers with my grandmother and she was an excellent cook. I was a witness to many a family drama because my mother didn’t always use all authentic ingredients. I just knew that I loved how my grand’s cooking tasted and eventually I began to cook the meals when she came to visit.”
I can relate to that.
“Oh OK, I know all too well the difference between using real, as my granny put it, ingredients. I cooked meals for the family since I was 13.”
He refilled our glasses. “Then, you have to cook for me one of these days. I’d love to taste your island recipes.”
I nodded in acceptance. “No problem I’d love to cook for you.”
He grinned and rose to clear the table and I helped him as he loaded his dishwasher.
My pasta and wine fix had a firm hold on me and I lounged languidly on his couch listening to John Mayer. My John was pouring himself another glass of wine.
“OK, so your dad is part Italian, what was the other part? What about your mom?”I asked.
He came and lifted my legs so that he could sit on the couch and laid my legs down across his lap. By now he had removed his black tie and undone the top two buttons on his shirt.
“Well, my grandfather was from Boston and his family was from England, but like way back in the Tea Party days. My mom is good ole apple pie from Virginia.”
I closed my eyes swaying my head to the music as he talked. I loved listening to his voice. “So are your parents here in NY?”
I felt him lean forward as he placed his glass on the table.
“Yep they live out on the island. You can meet them at their upcoming anniversary dinner. That is if you come.”
I sat up and scooted over to him sitting on his lap using the arm of the couch to rest my back. “If I am invited then I will go.”
He smiled as I stroked his cheek with my fingers. We sat in silence for a while as Slow Dancing in a Burning Room played on. There was something about him that made me want to get in his skin when we were close like this. It was like half of me was happy to sit here as he held me in his lap but the other half wanted to rip his clothes off. He grabbed the hand that was stroking his face and kissed each finger but then began to slowly suck each one.
Uh oh!
I leaned towards him and cupped his face with my other hand and moved my fingers away and replaced them with my mouth. Even though I was full of pasta I was still hungry for him and he tasted so good. He held me by my head as he began a tantalizing seduction of my tongue. I enjoyed as he caressed my tongue and lips with his. I straddled his lap and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and stroked his chest.
“Someone’s being naughty.” I whispered into his ear. He nipped at my bottom lip and grabbed onto my waist while rubbing and massaging my hips and thighs.
“Yeah, I was a bad boy today.” His expression was of a defiant little boy. I scowled in mock anger.
“You were? Now you know bad boys get punished.” I could feel his body shudder underneath me as his anticipation increased.
Zero to sixty!
“I know and I was very very bad. I had dirty thoughts about you all day.” He admitted. I was getting way too turned on.
“Well, now you know you’re really in trouble. Dirty thoughts? How should I punish you?” He groaned as I licked and nibbled at his neck and made my way to a little pointed nipple that I bit ever so lightly.
“Yes, bad boys-” I lightly slapped his mouth before he could finish.
“Shush! I don’t want to hear a peep out of you!” I hissed my disapproval and his eyes blazed with desire.
“Now you have to beg for it.”
I wasn’t sure what punishment he was looking for, and while it may be fun I wasn’t ready to start spanking him or tying him up at this time. He nodded in acceptance of his assigned punishment.
“Please let me taste you.”
His body writhed against mine and I could feel his rock hard erection against the back of my thigh.
“Please let you taste me where?” I grabbed his face lightly as I demanded an answer.
“Please let me taste your sweet pussy!”
Should I be afraid that I am getting into this?
“So, you want to taste my pussy? I don’t think you’ve done enough begging. Unzip your pants.” He instantly obeyed my order.
“Now I want you to stroke your penis until I say you can stop.”
I stood up so that I could watch him follow my instructions. I took off my dress and sat on the chair opposite the couch in my g-string with one leg open and bent at the knee so that he had a view of me fondling myself. I watched him as he slowly tugged and pulled his erection. He was fucking gorgeous. It was hard to keep myself from ending this now and jumping him, but he was just so turned on and seeing him so turned on…well turned me on even more. His eyes were fixed on me as he waited for his next command.
“Do you still want to taste me John?” I asked.
John continued to stroke himself and licked his lips at me.
“Yes, please Jade. Please let me taste you I want to so bad.”
I motioned for him to come to me.
“Crawl.”
Who am I?
I watched in anticipation as he slid off of the couch a slowly crawled towards me. Once he was between my legs I let him watch me play with myself a little more. I swear his mouth was watering.
“May I please taste you?”
I shook my head yes and opened my legs wide for him to enjoy. Oral sex had never been that big of a deal to me but John was rapidly changing my mind. I watched as he eagerly licked and sucked my engorged pussy.
“Mmmmm.“
My shallow breaths were coming closer together as he moaned his pleasure into me.
“Now stop!”
I surprised us both with that sudden interruption. “You’ve tasted enough.” He reluctantly stopped his dining.
“Please may I have more?”
The begging was awesome.
I pushed him away with my foot and turned my back to him leaning my torso over the chair.
“I want you to take me like this. Now!”
I heard the rip of foil and then he was behind me tugging away my g-string and entering me slowly. A long moan escaped me as I finally felt his thickness pushing into me at a steady pace.
“That’s right. I want you to show me how bad you were today. Tell me how dirty your thoughts were.” I encouraged.
John’s hands dug into my hips as he began to thrust into me then he wound my hair around his fist and pulled my head back his teeth grazing my ear gently.
“This is what I was thinking today.” He whispered.
I shuddered at his aggressiveness as my climax began to rev.
“Oh yeah? You fucking bad boy. What else did you think? Tell me!” I gasped in agony as he found my spot and steadily assaulted it.
“I was thinking, I wanted fuck you so hard that your pussy would rain its juices all over me.” My walls clenched around him as my body began to tremble.
“Ah, fuck! That’s right. Tell. Me. Ah!” I cried.
Our bodies were drenched in sweat despite the cold of his a/c. My body was slowly positioned so that I was facing downwards and the hand that wasn’t pulling my hair reached under to massage my lit.
“I thought about fucking you just like this because your pussy was so wet last night and I wanted more
of it. Give me that baby.” His voice was a low raw growl that sent chills down my spine. So much for me dominating.
The combination of his words, size, pace and circular grinds on my spot drove me insane. I involuntarily squeezed him tighter and tighter and knew I was about to come harder than I ever have. I cried, moaned, begged and cursed him as I rolled my hips into him. His thrusts were hard and purposeful driving the intense burn that ripped through me. Then it happened. My eyes rolled into my head I let out a wild cry as I came both ways simultaneously, and then felt the warm ooze of liquid flowing out of me.
My moans turned to tortured sobs as my orgasm racked my body. John let go of my hair and wrapped both arms around me, as he drilled into me holding on tightly.
“Uh ... shit baby! Uh ... shit! You did it. Fucking tight ass pussy. Bout to cum.”He panted.
He jerked and slowly pushed into me as far as he could go, rubbing his tip deep inside me and came so hard he growled like a wild animal.
Totally Amazing!
I couldn’t breathe and my body heaved as I fought for air as another big ‘o’ ripped through me. Game over.
Some part of my subconscious retained that, after lying on the floor for however long, John lifted me and carried me to bed. I woke now to find him lying on his side, snuggled tightly into my bosom. It was 3:00 am. I leaned up on one elbow running my hand thru his hair as I studied his face so peaceful with sleep. He sighed and pressed closer to me in satisfaction.
Initially I thought I had to pee and hated to wake him so that I could roll out of bed, but eventually I came to understand I was aroused. The core of my body was being flooded with an aching need to be filled. Selfishly I ran my fingers over his lush pink lips as I rubbed my body against him.
His eyes fluttered open in slight confusion, then in recognition to the desire in my eyes. Placed in perfect proximity he moved his head forward and began to suckle my nipple, and I wondered if he had fallen asleep this way. I let out a soft moan as I wrapped my legs around his urging him towards me. Following my lead he rolled over on top of me, pulling me into a soft slow kiss and moments later he was inside me again, filling me with pleasure.
That next morning we both managed to wake before his alarm went off. He skipped his early morning workout in favor of some more cuddling and then came with me to get a breakfast smoothie. I sometimes substituted our frozen coffees with these instead. We walked the five or so blocks down to Emerge before he jumped into a cab to take him to his office down in Midtown.
Things were so natural and easy with John that it didn’t seem strange spending so much time with him, or talking as often as we did. And, we did almost everything together. Evan and I hardly did anything together outside of socializing. I started working out with him in the mornings before work, if we weren’t too tired from our night before. Weeknights were spent at his place and weekends at mine. His parents noted, at their anniversary dinner, that they couldn’t remember the last time he seemed so relaxed and happy. That, of course, made me a star in their eyes.
I teased him about whether he was this familiar with all his clients and as quick as ever he joked about never doing so much pro bono in his career. Even though I had retained him as my lawyer early on, the invoices that I received from him did not nearly reflect the amount of work he really did for me. He had helped me navigate all my contracts and set up plans to sit with any client whose contract may have been set in my favor as an agent. He did admit that it may have been that at the time the client was retained they agreed for whatever reason to the exaggerated commission, but that it was in my best interest to present these contracts for renegotiation in good faith.
I also had to call a meeting with the CFO of Emerge to inform him of my findings and make sure that this was in line with the company’s policy. Dan, who was an older Asian gentleman in his late 50’s, was very wary of me when I first came to work here, but was very impressed with my due diligence and even asked to see my template for possible company wide use. He acknowledged that it took integrity on my part to review my contracts and honestly report and correct any possible errors and that he knew of a few agents who were too glad to turn a blind eye to such mistakes. I reassured him that I was grateful at my opportunity and didn’t want it ruined because of ignorance on my part.
It was a huge relief to be done with that project and be able to move forward with my projects for my clients. I had a few possible chances at international travel for the few clients that I had in South America and Europe such as Hector Delgado who seemed to be learning enough English to bypass John as a translator. John found this hilarious and we both agreed Hector was a shrewd business man that didn’t want to waste $225 an hour just to flirt with me.
The only shadows to hinder my happiness were the frequent nightmares of Julian. It wasn’t every night, but often enough to freak me out. Sometimes I even woke John in my fright, and he would hold me until I drifted back to sleep.
This weekend was aunt V’s birthday and since she was finally back in town we were having a BBQ at her house to celebrate. Donna was assisting Jackie and me with the catering, decorating and plans. My favorite band The Anglers was not available, but the lead singer Tad's brother Eric was an up and coming DJ. He was more than thrilled to take the job. All I had to do was email him a list of the music I wanted played and for how long.
I was especially looking forward to Andrew who finally decided to visit me before the summer was over. He was flying in tomorrow night and I took Friday off so we could have a day to hang before the party, and he would be with me until the next weekend. Today Donna and I were going to tie up any loose ends over lunch. I beat her to the office again after spending another night at John’s. It was almost as if it were a given that we would spend each night together. I took out my phone to text him a wake-up call since I had left him in bed after another mind-blowing session that I was barely able to pull it together from.
Me: Rise and shine
JB: All rised out J
Me: lol crazy
JB: About you… miss you already
Me: You don’t miss me; you just miss my doggy-style
JB:??? Snoop Dogg is that you?
Me: Lmao j/k Muah!
JB: Lunch?
Me: Aww babes I have plans with D today
JB: I can afford to feed you both, I swear
Me: We’re working in so be here with grub by 11:45
JB: She’s Bossy!
Me: BYE!
JB: Muah!
I had another table set up in my office for working lunches since I couldn’t always expect a conference room to be at my disposal. I was finishing up a conference call with a modeling agency that had a couple of models that we used for the fashion show and wanted to use on a regular basis for the upcoming photo shoots we were doing for La Carra. I had to meet with Edward at some point to bring him up to speed on my plans but I had been putting it off, not wanting any reminders of Julian. Jackie had been relaying everything to him thus far.
John walked in with what smelled like the most fascinating Chinese cuisine. He closed the door behind him and I glanced at my clock to see that it was 11:40. This meant we had a couple of minutes before Donna would be strolling in to join us. I smiled and motioned for him to come to me. He walked over to me and leaned into me for what I thought would be a quick peck, but I got a whiff of his usual Burberry scent and couldn’t help slipping him a little tongue. He must have had the same thought in mind because he was already steadying my face for more. I clicked my mute button even though I doubt my contact would have heard anything over all of her rambling.
I wrapped my arms around him, curling my fingers into his hair, as I pulled him closer. He captured my tongue in his mouth as he slowly sucked on it. I moaned in approval as I returned the favor. With one hand planted firmly on the arm of my chair, he skillfully fondled my breast with the other hand. Our hard pants and strained whimpers flooded my quiet office.
There came a light tapping at my doo
r and we pulled away from each other reluctantly. John went to the door to let Donna in and I turned back to my call to wrap it up for lunch. She was still blabbing. Donna crept in with that look that said she knew she had interrupted something.
Lunch was delicious. After we ate, Donna laid out her to-do list for the party and John cleared away our lunch plates as we began to discuss and cross of all of our tasks. She was having two different restaurants cater since we would be serving both American and Jamaican dishes. She had worked it out that the event staff would be picking up the food and setting up the tables and decorations for the party. We wanted everything set up by noon, as the start time of the party was scheduled for 1:00 pm and we left a window for any possible setbacks. John tapped away on his Blackberry intently while we worked so he didn’t notice when I picked up my phone.
Me: look mom one hand!
JB: I like to leave one free for….
He looked up and returned the sly grin that I was flashing him.
Donna: Behave!
We both glanced up at her suddenly and we all burst out laughing.
After we wrapped up a call to Jackie to fill her in on the details, Donna left us to have some private time before we both got back to work. John was free until 2:00 pm so we had a little while to chat. We both leaned back in our chairs I suspect to keep a safe distance from each other to stay out of trouble. John took out his phone and shot me a question after reading something on his screen.
“So I was thinking that I need to revisit your doggy-style, as you mentioned earlier, to see if it’s really you that I am missing, and I think the sooner the better.”
I laughed.
“Unfortunately, I will not be able to indulge your request so maybe we can find out if you really miss me after all.”
He frowned in exaggerated disappointment. “Please expound on the reason for the delay?”
I shook my head as I got up to sit on his lap. I knew he had to leave soon so the lack of time would keep us safe from naughtiness.
“You do remember that my brother is coming into town tomorrow so I have to go home and get my place ready for him.”
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