by Tasha Fawkes
That’s all the invitation the man needs. His arms sequester me to him while his mouth claims mine. It’s a good thing that he holds me upright because my knees give way sometime during the intensity of this fucking amazing kiss.
When he releases my mouth, I gasp for air. “Maybe you should come upstairs – for a drink,” I manage to get out between huffs. “My roommate is not in tonight.”
“I’d like that,” he answers with a primal look in his eyes. “I’m Jase, by the way.”
I fumble for a moment with the keys to my building before I finally get it right. Jase first holds open the door and then offers me his arm. I happily accept and guide him to the elevator. The moment the doors close, Jase is all over me again. His hand slides up my skirt, and his finger sinks deep into my core. The gesture causes me to emit a groan which only seems to encourage him. The elevator dings, and Jase removes his hand while smoothing down my skirt seconds before the doors open.
Once I recall how to use my legs, I half-stumble into the hallway. Thankfully, Jase’s arm steadies me as I lead him to my apartment door. The closer we get, the more noise we hear. By the time we’re there, it’s blatantly obvious that someone is having very loud sex inside.
“Uh–” Jase begins but is cut off by a male moan…and then another chimes in with it. “Wait – is that two guys?”
I nod glumly. “Don’t ask. I thought he was out of town. Let’s go someplace different?” I suggest as the moans continue to get louder and overlap.
“Yes, please,” Jase says quickly. “That’s something I don’t think either of us need a visual on.”
“Agreed.” I study my feet. “And sorry.”
Jase crooks a finger under my chin and raises it until I look into his eyes. “No need to be sorry,” he assures me. “Unless you’re his pimp.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes. “No. No, I’m not.”
“Okay, then.” Jase grins, and the sight of it causes my stomach to twist. “You’re an innocent in the matter just like me.”
This helps lighten my mood and my embarrassment. “I suppose you’re right.”
“Sometimes.” Jase winks. “Now, let’s get out of here before they take a break and show their faces.”
We hurry off, both of us trying to suppress the laughter that bubbles between us at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
One thing’s for sure. I can’t wait to see what this night brings.
Chapter 10 – Jase
We can’t get out of Daniela’s building fast enough. Since Daniela already knows Charles, I can’t use his services tonight, so instead, I hail a cab. I figure we can both use a drink after that ordeal and tells the driver to take us to a bar I frequent.
This woman entices me in many ways, but before I sate my appetite for her, she deserves a bit of fun. It seems she’s in dire need of it.
The bar is upscale, and Daniela fits in perfectly without trying. She has a grace about her I’ve admired since I first laid eyes on her. It’s almost as if her mere presence improves the quality of the world around her – no matter its location.
We sit at a table in the corner and order drinks.
“This is a marked improvement.”
Daniela’s cheeks redden. “I’m still sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I reassure her. “Although, I won’t say I’m not curious.”
“You and me both,” Daniela mutters. I must have a look on my face that says I’m more lost than ever because she sighs and continues, “He was my boyfriend, and I had no idea. Either way, I came home from work one day a few weeks back and…well, that visual was thrust in my face.”
“That’s awful.”
“It was,” she agrees. “To make things more awkward, I haven’t found a new place yet, so I get to live in a male porno.”
I laugh despite myself. “That’s absolutely horrible. You should kick him out instead.”
“I wish I could. It’s his dad’s apartment, unfortunately.” Daniela takes a very long sip of her drink, looking lost in thought.
“I have a friend who’s a realtor. I can see if he knows of any rentals.” I’d get her a place myself, but something warns me she won’t accept it. If this is the way I can actually help, I’ll do it.
Her smile lights up the room, and I find myself grinning back at her obvious relief. “That would be wonderful. Everything here just goes so fast.”
“It does, but it helps to know the right people.” I wink and watch her eyes darken with desire.
“So I’m learning,” Daniela says with a coy smile. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, I’m a bit out of my league here.”
Her words shock me momentarily. How could she possibly think that? Daniela is not only beautiful, but smart, funny, and most of all, the most real person I’ve ever met. Her sincerity astounds me as much as the curve of her ass. “I think you have that wrong,” I murmur and sip my own drink.
Daniela cocks her head to the side. “How so?”
I lean back and take my time before I answer. Most women would be fishing for a compliment with the question, but I have a feeling that, with Daniela, her curiosity is genuine. “You may be out of your element, but you certainly aren’t out of your league. If anything, you break league standards. You’re a fucking all-star, hall-of-famer, MVP in that regard.”
It’s adorable when she blushes. “No, most definitely not. You’ve got it all wrong.”
“I’m certain I have it all right,” I argue gently. “I think rather it’s your own inability to see yourself clearly.”
Daniela shakes her head slowly but doesn’t reply. She sips her drink, and I notice a band begin a set on the small stage. It’s an old-sounding tune – maybe slow 1920’s jazz.
“Would you like to dance?” I ask Daniela as a few people begin to gather on the dance floor and sway to the music.
Daniela grins and accepts my hand that hangs above the small table. “I’d love to.”
Her frame is petite yet fits into mine like a missing puzzle piece. I use a hand at the small of her back to guide her as we glide between others on the small dance floor. The music, her smell and touch…the entire recipe pulls at something deep inside me.
We dance through the song and then another before the tempo changes to something more upbeat. As it does, Daniela’s ass begins to bounce with the rhythm. It mesmerizes me, and I remember how badly I need to fuck her.
I turn her around, lining her ass up to my stiff cock so she can feel it. She continues to gyrate that beautiful ass, rubbing against me. When Daniela leans back, I gently pull her head to the side and kiss her neck.
“Let’s get out of here,” I suggest as a small gruff whisper in her ear.
She rolls her ass over my cock in response. “Yes.” She does it again. “Now, please.”
Her reaction causes a small growl to escape me. I pay the bill and usher her out. Even in my current carnal state, I notice the eyes of men on her as we pass. An odd sensation causes me to slide my hand down from her back to her ass in a possessive manner. I’m not sure why, but I want every man we see to know that this ass belongs to me…at least for tonight.
Outside, we haul another cab and head toward a hotel. As much as I’d like to open my home to Daniela, I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet. I’m not sure I am either, to be honest. A hotel room is a safer option for us both, and of course, I spare no expense.
Daniela seems as eager as I am while we make our way through the hotel lobby. Much like earlier, I slip my hand under her skirt in the elevator. It’s a bit more risqué here, with other guests sure to stumble upon us at any moment.
We finally reach the suite. I lead Daniela inside and secure the door after I affix the Do Not Disturb sign in the hall. I don’t want any more interruptions.
Daniela stands in the middle of the large space, seemingly taking in her surroundings. Her cheeks hold a light flush, likely due to the drinks we imbibed on earlier. Her dress hugs her curves, though I can’t wait to
get her out of it.
Our eyes meet, and I notice her breathing increases by the rise and fall of her beautiful breasts. I take a step closer, and her breath quickens still. By the time I’m inches from her, her chest heaves.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Daniela?”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes, please.”
“Why?” I half-tease.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” Daniela says so simply it almost throws me.
I take a step closer. “Will you remove your dress for me and let me see you?”
Daniela complies by allowing the silken fabric to glide into a puddle at her feet. She stands before me in her underwear, bra, and heels.
She’s hot as all fuck.
She flushes again and begins to wrap her arms around her torso, hiding her beautiful body.
“Please, don’t,” I half-beg. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Before she can respond, I tug her body into mine and kiss her with enough passion that she should have no choice but to accept my words. I kiss her until it feels like I may explode and an idea forms.
“Daniela, do you trust me?” I’m not aware of the importance of her answer until I ask the question.
She glances up at me, her eyes full of truth and lust. “Yes, Jase. I trust you.”
“Good girl.” I feel a grin form on my face and loosen my tie. “I’m going to blindfold you.”
Daniela nods. Her tits begin to bounce again, heaving with her increased breath.
“Does that excite you, Daniela?” I ask as my cock twitches.
“Yes. Yes, it does,” she admits. Her inhibitions seem to leave her as her desire takes over.
I can’t wait to see this little minx in all of her glory.
“Good, it excites me too.” I slip my tie over her eyes. “No peeking,” I say with mock sternness.
“Yes, sir,” she throws back at me.
I secure the tie around the back of her head and take a moment to admire her before I guide her to the bed.
“Tell me what you want, Daniela.”
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
Her answer is such a surprise, I nearly unload in my pants. “Is that so?” She nods, and only the sound of my zipper fills the room. “I think I’ll be happy to fulfill that desire for you.”
I stand before her as she sits at the edge of the bed, my throbbing dick prominently standing at full attention. With my hand, I guide Daniela’s palm to the base of my cock. She wastes no time and immediately brings her mouth to my moist tip.
It elicits an unintended groan. “Fuck, woman.”
“Mmmm, I knew you’d taste this good,” she says before she takes my cock all the way into her throat.
Holy fuck. I actually have to fight not to come on the spot.
Daniela’s mouth is not where I want to release myself, although it feels so good. I gently grab her head with both hands and thrust into her willing mouth. She doesn’t protest. If anything, she becomes more enthusiastic by my actions. I have to convince myself to stop before it’s too late.
She whimpers when I step back.
“Lay back on the bed, Daniela.”
Despite the lack of certain aspects I tend to prefer in the bedroom, this encounter with Daniela is almost more exciting. I can’t wait to truss her up or give her a good spanking, but this new experience is somehow exciting in itself.
Daniela repositions herself on the bed. Her heels remain on the floor, her legs slightly spread as she leans back into the plush comforter. I take a moment to admire her like this. She’s the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I trail a finger down the center of her torso and relish her sharp intake of breath as I do. The idea of the blindfold is not to make her feel helpless. It’s to make her anticipate my every move and fully experience every touch.
I trail back up before I remove first one breast and then the other from the confines of her bra, using the straps of the constricting garment to keep her arms in place. The underwire forces her nipples to stand in my direction, their rosebud color a sharp contrast to her creamy complexion. I pinch one gently as I suck the other into my mouth.
Daniela moans as I suckle at her chest. I pay close attention to both glorious breasts as she arches her back off the bed. I feel her body tense and know I need more.
With both nipples in my hands, I trail my mouth down Daniela’s body. I use my teeth to move the small lace thong she wears to the side before I plunge my tongue into her sweet center. God, she tastes so fucking good. I squeeze her nipples harder and run my nose against her sensitive swollen clit as my tongue thrusts in and out of her hot pussy.
Daniela writhes and moans beneath me. I feel her tense again, and seconds later, she rewards me with a mouthful of her sweet nectar.
She tries to catch her breath while I slide off her, gently flipping her until she’s lying on her stomach. Once her ass is high in the air before me, I bury my face in her again, this time stroking my cock as I do so. Once I’m sure she’s ready, I roll on a condom and plunge into her. I hold halfway in, giving her tight cunt a chance to adjust to my size.
She groans. “Jase, for fuck’s sake, move. Please.”
At her request, I slam into her the rest of the way. She’s so hot and tight. It feels like she could milk my cum from me at any given second.
I pull out to the tip and plow back in. Daniela uses her arms as leverage and begins to match my thrusts. We quicken the pace, and her juices begin to flow down my cock as she tightens around me. Her grip is incredible. The way she feels. The way I seem to fit perfectly inside her with every stroke.
Daniela’s next move surprises me. She gathers her long hair in one hand and twists it, holding it back towards me. “Don’t be nice.”
Whatever pleases the lady.
I take her hair in my grasp and pull until I have my own leverage. When I thrust into her with this new angle, it’s even deeper than before. My other hand goes around her throat, gently testing the boundaries. I don’t squeeze, but I leave it there. It takes moments for her to convulse around me. As she contracts that hot pussy around my cock again and again, I tip over the edge in my own explosion of pleasure. My hot seed shoots deep inside of her while her tight cunt continues to drain it to the last drop.
Daniela trembles on the bed below me, little sobs escaping her throat. She cries out when I pull away, disconnecting our bodies. I toss the condom, then gather a warm damp rag from the bathroom to clean her off before I disrobe her fully and place her in bed under the blankets.
“Jase?” Her voice is heavy with sleep.
“Hmm?”
“Lay with me? If only for a while.”
It’s not my typical after fucking routine, but then Daniela isn’t my typical fuck. Staying on top of the covers, I lie next to her and gather her into my arms.
It’s not clear how long it takes before her breathing evens out and her body relaxes. It’s not until I find myself kissing her head, and smelling and stroking her hair that I decide to slip away.
The chair that faces the bed becomes my place of reflection. I watch Daniela sleep, and something inside me gives a deep pang of longing.
The truth hurts.
Daniela is everything I’m not. She’s good and pure. She’s too good for the likes of me. To be with her, to bring something so untainted into my world would be a travesty.
I can’t be the one to corrupt her. I won’t be.
Somehow, it seems that I care for this woman. On what level, I’m not certain, but her overall well-being matters to me. I want her to be happy…I want what’s best for her…
And I know that’s not me.
If I really care, I’ll leave her alone. I won’t drag her into the hell that lives inside me. I won’t pollute her character with the people I associate with.
I won’t bother her anymore.
It doesn’t take long to gather my things. Daniela sleeps deeply now. Despite the risk, I can’t help
but place a kiss on her forehead. She doesn’t awaken, but I notice a small smile grace her lips momentarily. Part of me wants to strip down and climb into bed next to her, to gather her in my arms again, hold on tight, and never let go.
But that’s not my place. Instead, I slip quietly out the hotel room door.
Chapter 11 – Daniela
It becomes apparent immediately upon waking that I’m not home. The bed, though comfortable, is unfamiliar. I lie in its warmth for a bit while last night’s events replay in my mind.
It’s then that I sit up and look around. The bed beside me is slightly rumpled but still made and obviously empty. A glance around the suite proves that I’m indeed alone.
The feelings that run through me are contradictory. It’s bittersweet. Part of me is glad to miss the awkward morning after routine…but part of me longs for Jase. Not just to fuck him again – because I would happily – but the feel of his arms around me as I fell asleep. I want that again. I want it badly.
I flop back onto the bed and allow my thoughts to wander. It seems so far-fetched, but I’m almost positive that Jase is the mystery man from Florida. Not like last time, with the guy at the bar. This time I’m sure. His smell, his feel, his taste – they’re all a perfect match.
And nobody but my mystery man can fuck me like that.
It has to be Jase. Though how ironic would that be? I shake my head, unsure of what to think or do. In a moment of weakness, I text Aria to see if she can meet with me for coffee. I need an outside perspective. I need someone who’s not me to tell me that I’m not crazy.
She texts back quickly and says that she’d love to meet me. We set a time and place. I may not have clean clothes here, but I take advantage of the shower and toiletries. When I strut through the front door of the swanky hotel, I feel refreshed.
It doesn’t take me long to walk the few blocks to the coffee shop to meet Aria. She waits for me as usual. I order my coffee and join her at the table.
“Don’t you look amazing for this early in the day,” she comments, eyeing my walk-of-shame dress.
