by Jessie Cooke
Around eleven she said, “I think we’re good for now. Do you think we need to get together again this week.” Yes, we need to get together for hot, sweaty, passionate sex.
“It wouldn’t hurt to do another day or two of practice. We’re going to be performing on live TV, we want to make sure and get that right.”
“True. Okay, what about Wednesday?”
“Wednesday is good for me. I’m starving. Do you want to get some lunch?”
She looked hesitant and for several seconds she looked like she was thinking it over. At last she said, “I could eat.”
“Cool. Do you want to take my ride or yours?”
“Will I need a step-ladder to get into whatever you’re driving?”
I laughed. She pictured me in a four-wheel drive, I guess. It was a good bet when I was at home, but not so practical in the city traffic. “Nope, just a helmet.”
“You have a bike?”
“2015 Harley-Davidson Street 750 - XG750.”
“You may as well have said that in Greek,” she said. “I don’t do motorcycles.”
“What do you drive?”
“A 2015 Porsche Cayman,” she said with a grin. I let out a low whistle.
“Fancy!”
“My Daddy loves me,” she said. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that her father was the head of a crime syndicate. I guess maybe it was just what she was used to.
“Okay, the Cayman wins,” I told her. She looked smug as we walked out to the garage. Her car was in one of the reserved spaces not far from my bike. I’d seen it when I got there in the morning. Couldn’t help but notice it. It was candy apple red and one of the sexiest cars I’d ever seen. She unlocked it and I tried to get in. There was nowhere to put my legs. I finally figured out where the button was to move the seat back almost all the way into the trunk so I could stretch out my legs. She just sat there watching me until I got comfortable and then she said,
“Where to?”
“Hamburger Heaven…at least that’s my vote.”
“That drive-in place over at Spring?”
“That’s the one. They have the best hamburgers in New York.”
“And what kind of menu do they have for dieters?”
She brought it up. I took it as an invitation to check out her curves. “I reckon they have salad and all of that crap…but I don’t know why you’re on a diet.”
She pulled out of the garage and onto the street.
“Please…Don’t kiss my ass.”
I laughed. “I’m not kissing your ass. I really don’t see it. What do you want to lose? You’re hot.” I think I made Bailey Clark blush.
“I was hot about twenty-five pounds ago.”
“Where the hell are you going to lose twenty-five pounds? In your head?”
“Try in my ass and thighs.” She turned onto Spring Street and into the lot of Hamburger Heaven. It was a fifties throwback restaurant with car-side service and a little dining area inside. She parked the car like she wanted to get out and go inside. She started to get out. I stayed where I was. “Aren’t you going to get out?”
“In a minute,” I told her. “I want to watch you go first because if you’re planning on losing that gorgeous ass and those sexy thighs…I want to get an eyeful every chance I get first.”
She actually laughed, out-loud. It sounded as pretty as when she sang. “You’re crazy Bumpkin. Let’s go eat.”
I still waited and watched her get out and then I followed her. I wasn’t kidding, or sweet-talking her. She had the finest ass I had ever personally seen. I’d love to see it without those jeans covering it up. She opened the door to the dining area and I held it as she stepped in. As soon as I stepped in behind her, I knew it was a mistake. There were about five tables full of people and several of them were young people. There was this crazy hush and then I heard my name and giggles all around one of the tables. Normally, I’d be flattered…today I just wanted to have lunch with Bailey. She heard it too. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said,
“I see you don’t just attract old reporter hags.” That caught me off guard. I laughed. She definitely knew something about my day with Margo. Once again I wondered how. Did Margo tell her?
“Do you want to go? We can eat in the car…I guess.”
A couple of girls stood up from their table in the back and came our way. I was grateful to them because as soon as Bailey saw them, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the door. We walked/jogged back to her car and she had us moving out of the lot before I’d even closed my door. She got back out on the street and acted like she knew where she was going. I just sat back and hoped my airbag would deploy when I needed it. She pulled into the parking garage attached to the Hilton and I finally said,
“They have a good place to eat here?”
“Yep, my room. We can order room service and that way I don’t have to try and eat with all of your adoring fans falling all over you.”
“How do you know it wasn’t you they were interested in?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve never quite appealed to the young teeny-bopper set. Come on, I’m starving now.” When we got to her room on the seventh floor she handed me a room service menu. As I was looking at it I noticed her watching me out of the corner of her eye. I was taking my time, enjoying her eyes on me when she said, “Do you need help reading it?”
Laughing I said, “Are you always so mean?”
“Usually, yeah.”
“Why?”
She pulled the menu out of my hands and said, “Do you want a hamburger?”
“That’s fine. Are you gonna answer my question?”
“I don’t know why I’m mean. DNA, I guess. Your girlfriend Margo undoubtedly filled you in on my family. I’m going to order. What do you want with your burger?”
“Fries, and Margo is not my girlfriend.”
“Okay, lover or whatever,” she said as she picked up the phone.
“She’s not my lover…or whatever.”
“Yes, I’d like to order an American burger…Do you want cheese?”
“Yes. She’s not my lover.” She rolled her eyes at me and into the phone, she said,
“With cheese and fries…and a cobb salad with dressing on the side. What do you want to drink?”
“Budweiser.”
“Really? It’s not even noon.”
“It’s eleven-forty-five. By the time it gets here, it will be noon.” She rolled her eyes again, but ordered the beer and a diet soda for herself. After she hung up I said,
“What makes you think Margo and I are lovers?”
“I saw you leave with her that day. I saw the way she was looking at you like you were a side of beef.”
“Oh, are you jealous?”
“No! Of course not. I don’t care who you screw…I’m just surprised you’d pick someone as old as your mom.”
I laughed. “She’s a few years younger than my mom. Besides, I didn’t exactly pick her.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Did you read the article she wrote when it came out?”
She looked over on the desk and I followed her gaze. The paper was lying there on top of a pile of magazines. “I read it,” she said.
I could tell that she was lying. “You did not.”
“I did too! You don’t know!”
“Then tell me what it was about.”
“You, mostly. The cougar could hardly focus on me being in the room.” I got up and went to get the paper. I tried to hand it to her but she wouldn’t take it. “I told you, I read it already.”
“Humor me.”
“No! I don’t want to read it again. It was terrible the first time. She was only interested in me until I refused to talk about my father. I can only imagine what she…”
“So you didn’t read it.”
“I didn’t have to. She’ll do what all of the other journalists do…she’ll start out talking about my weight and move on to my father…”
“She didn’t do that Bailey. It’s actually a really nice, positive article.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah, I could tell she didn’t like me. I know she was excited to hear me say those things about Axel.”
“She was, but she wasn’t all that hard to convince not to publish them.”
She furrowed her brow and then a look of shock spread through her face. “You convinced her not to by…You slept with her so that she wouldn’t write bad things about me?”
“I didn’t want Axel to fire you.”
She looked stunned, like she didn’t know what to say. She was saved by a knock on the door. She went over and let the room service waiter in. He set up our lunch and I handed him a twenty. Once he was gone, we both went to sit at the little table. I was about a foot away when Bailey suddenly spun around and threw her arms around me. She planted a long, wet kiss on my lips that sent waves of shock flickering through my whole body. When she let me come up for air I said,
“That was really nice, but where did it come from?”
“I just felt like it,” she said. I could tell that she was embarrassed and regretting it. “Let’s eat.”
I cleared my throat. “Okay, but can we talk about that kiss later?”
“Doubtful,” she said, taking her place at the table.
4
Bailey
I can’t believe I just kissed this guy, I should have eaten in the car with him and taken him straight back to his bike. Hell, I never should have let him get in the car with me to begin with. I wanted to ravage him right there. I already knew how attracted I was to him, and then after reading the lyrics to the song he wrote and singing them with him, watching how he let himself go with the music, watching that lean muscle that I’d mistaken for skinny, ripple and flex while he played…It was too much. Then he told me he slept with that reporter to keep her from saying mean things about me and reporting things that I shouldn’t have said. I know that was a screwed-up way for him to go about it, but I’m just screwed up enough to be touched by it.
Oh Jesus! I picked up my fork and stabbed my salad. He took a bite of his cheeseburger and looked at me over the top of it. He didn’t look like he was just going to let the kiss go. He kissed me back. For that few seconds I forgot about all of the other crap going on in my life. I wanted to kiss him again. Shit! If he was just some random guy that I wasn’t going to have to see every day soon, that would be different, but I was going to be on tour with him for the next year. He’s too nice. I couldn’t suck him into my mess of a life.
“How’s the salad?”
“It’s salad, what do you think?” He smiled. Why don’t my sarcastic quips ever piss him off?
“I already told you what I think,” he said.
“That I should just stay fat.”
“You’re not fat Bailey. You’re beautiful. Gorgeous as a matter of fact.”
“If you’re just looking for a piece of ass…”
“I’m not…I mean, I wouldn’t turn you down, trust me. But I’m telling you the God’s honest truth, whether I ever get the pleasure of having sex with you or not. Beautiful isn’t about how much you weigh.”
I sighed. “Blake, I know you’re just trying to be nice, but I’m short and my family is Italian. I’ve struggled with my weight my entire life. I’ve heard all the clichés about how what’s inside of you matters and not what’s on the outside.”
“I wasn’t going to offer you any clichés because the God’s honest truth is that you make me feel like I had a Jack and coke for breakfast every time I’m close to you. You have this aura that attracts me without reason. You’re kind of mean to me, so maybe I’m twisted, but I have not stopped thinking about you for one second since that day I ran into you in Axel’s office.”
I cut him off, with my lips. Fuck it! I had to have this guy. Just listening to him talk had my panties soaking wet. He stood up and pulled my body into his without breaking the kiss. I felt his hands sliding up and down my back and my pussy was throbbing so hard that I was actually uncomfortable. I let my foot, clad in a six-inch heel today, slide up the outside of his leg as we kissed. He hooked one of his arms underneath my thigh and held it up. My jean-clad pussy was pressing into his waist now and I was shamelessly rubbing myself on him.
My boobs were crushed against his hard chest and my nipples were so engorged that they felt like they were trying to tear right through the material of my blouse. I wanted to touch and explore more of him, but I was enjoying the kiss so much that I didn’t want to break it. Our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths and he tasted so sweet. He would stop kissing me every so often and bring his tongue out to slide along my bottom lip as he looked into my brown eyes with his green ones. It was erotic, especially because the hard bulge between his legs was pressing relentlessly against my stomach.
I lowered my leg and steadied myself back on my heels before at last breaking the kiss and sliding slowly down to the floor in front of him, on my knees. I reached up and I watched his face as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and began pulling them down along with his boxers. When they cleared his hips and his hard cock popped out, I must say that I was impressed. He reached down and helped me push the pants down, and when they got to his ankles he lifted one foot at a time so that I could pull his boots off and the jeans off him. He pulled off his t-shirt and was now standing above me…gloriously naked. He was hotter than I ever imagined.
I let my hands slide over his hard, sexy hips and I had to wonder what he was going to think of mine. They’re not hard, that’s for sure. I closed my mind and willed those thoughts to go away. He said that I’m beautiful, and he said it in a way that no one had ever said it to me before. He meant it. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue along his shaft from the base to the tip before taking him all the way into my mouth. He moaned and I felt his hands wrap gently in my hair. I started bobbing my head up and down, licking around and underneath his shaft as I did and swirling the tip each time that I reached it. He moaned louder and his grip on my hair tightened.
“Bailey…oh baby that feels so good!”
I let my hands slide around and land on the cheeks of his rock-hard ass. My mouth was still moving and so was my tongue. He tasted amazing. My panties were so wet, I was desperate to feel him inside of me. Just about the time I thought about standing up and begging him to fuck me, I felt his hands hook underneath my arms and raise me up. He brought his lips down again to kiss me and then he let his mouth skim across my cheek and from there down across my chin to my neck. I threw my head back and let him have access to suck and nip at my flesh.
“I want to show you how beautiful you are,” he whispered against my throat.
I let out a sound like the mewl of a contented cat when I opened my mouth. He was still working his way across my neck and my breaths were getting more ragged. I felt his hands slide from my waist to my hips and down to my ass. He left them there for a while, squeezing and kneading through my jeans as his lips slid down from my neck and landed just below my throat on the exposed part of my chest. He kissed downward, bringing a hand up to unbutton my blouse as he kissed a line down between my breasts. He’d brought the other hand up now and he was tracing the outline of one of my nipples through my bra. When he finished with the buttons, I shrugged out of the blouse and he reached back and unclasped my bra. He pulled his head up and watched as my heavy breasts were set free. He looked at my face then and smiled.
“Wow,” he said, before lowering his head again and sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. His hands were against my naked flesh now and I could feel the calluses on them from playing his guitar. Every time he ran them over my hips and back I shivered at the way they felt against my soft flesh. He moved his head and took the other nipple into his mouth. He sucked on them with fervor and I felt like I was ready to come already. He took his time, rolling his tongue over them and then nipping gently with his teeth. The whole while, his other hand was exploring
my body and already had my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. He slid his hand down between my panties and my ass and when he grabbed a handful of it he brought his mouth up to my ear and said,
“Incredible, sexy, beautiful…all of you, Bailey.”
I reached up and put my hands in his hair, pulling him into another deep kiss. I moaned against his mouth as he let one of his hands slide down into the front of my pants and I felt one long finger run across the soaked crotch of my panties. He pressed up into me and rolled his fingers over my swollen, aching lips. I shivered as I felt him pulling my panties over to the side. I wanted him to touch me there worse than I ever remembered wanting anything in my life.
“I want you so badly, Bailey,” he gasped.
I looked up into his pretty green eyes and said, “Take me, Bumpkin. I want you too…so fucking bad!”
I kicked off my shoes and he had to lean way down to slide my jeans down. While his face was there, he flicked and licked at my nipples again and then tortured them with delicate touches and kisses. I was so desperate for him to be inside of me now that I was contemplating tearing off my own pants and panties and taking him by force. He spared me that. I felt his lips leave my breasts as he crouched down in front of me and started to pull them down together. When he got them to my ankles I stepped up and as I did, I felt his tongue swipe across my pussy. Fuck! I put that leg down, shaking and felt him do it again.
“Fuck, Blake!”
He smiled against my flesh and did it again. I widened my stance and took his head in my hands. “If you’re going to do that, do it right!” He grinned again and caught me completely off guard by sucking my clit into his mouth and assaulting it with his tongue. That’s all it took. I was so swollen and sensitive that it triggered my orgasm. One of the most intense that I’ve ever had and he wasn’t even inside of me yet. I wanted to pull away because my clit and my lips were almost too sensitive to touch, but at the same time, I wanted to let his tongue ride me through it. He wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me into him. I pushed his head in deeper and he used his tongue to ride me through my high. It was mind-blowing. My innocent country bumpkin wasn’t so innocent after all. My shaky legs buckled and the tingling I felt in the core of my belly almost doubled me in half with ecstasy. He held onto me tight as he rose up and placed a kiss on my lips. Then he shocked me by picking me up and carrying me to the bed. He lay me down in the center of it and I said,
