Two of Hearts

by Alexa Jackson

  Although we hurry because of where we are, your movements are slow. This only intensifies my pleasure, especially when Adam kisses me in the same way we make love.

  Abafamos groans we emit generated by this insane adventure.

  One, two, countless times it takes me, and I give myself being carried by this avalanche of pleasure that makes my body shake.

  Let him hold up my body until we get our breathing back to normal.

  - You're crazy.

  We begin to straighten. My legs are still like jelly, and my skin sensitive to the touch of a pen.

  - I want you to think of me all night - he kisses me passionately - and wait eagerly for what to expect at home.

  We returned to the apartment of Paige. This time, I decided to ring the bell and wait for her alone. The man next to me is danger in the right.

  When the door is opened, Paige, in a strapless dress and sensual, examines me with a mischievous smile.

  - Just fuck, your bitch! - She closed the door and I stare at her, surprise - Do not look at me like that. His hair, frumpy clothes and those eyes and mouth are signs who just sex. And it was good, the smile he had when I opened the door.

  I am shocked at the ease and naturalness that Paige approaches the subject. I'm no prude, but approach it so openly, and before a Hello, welcome, intimidate anyone.

  - Do not call her - Jenny entangles me by the waist and hands a glass of wine - Paige is absurdly meddlesome.

  Paige shows her tongue at her and walks over to the counter where his cup.

  - Only I am missing you - she says, calling the sound - Let's start our party.

  Quickly, the sound of Marron Five dominates the environment. I look in the room. It is large, bright and very stylish.

  Fabiana see on one of the sofas. She not only has the cup in his hands, but the whole bottle.

  The evening begins with Paige teaching us some sexy dancing with the chair. Something that, according to her, let our mad men horny. Despite being quite sensual, it is a beautiful choreography.

  Jenny also played the sound of Beyoncé, and I did a comedy show and somewhat pathetic.

  Mendes chose to stay looking. But every minute, was closer to us.

  After the lessons in the classroom, the target was a pole pole dance in her room. Obviously I was shocked and amazed to know that she had one. I know that both she and Jenny worked in a club, but I could never imagine that Paige was so bold. Now it makes sense that Richard is so obsessed with her. This girl is explosive. And I feel the queen of sex because Adam and I had sex in the service staircase.

  - Now comes! - Paige ends with my party in the dance pole - Let's go down. The best of the night is about to begin now.

  I would not even question what would be the best of the night. But it was something that made me really surprised.

  Two firemen, two mechanics and three policemen bare chest smeared oil, came in the room.

  - Oh my God! - Jenny pull into a far corner of the room - This gives divorce even before I get married. And maybe my future husband is a lawyer.

  - It is quiet - Jenny smiled at Harry dressed as a mechanic coming our way - they are gay.

  As if being gay adiantasse something. They could be priests, that Adam would be furious in the same way.

  - Jenny! - Hit my feet, like a child doing tantrum - I'll get into trouble and ...

  I could not continue. The muscular look of shifty get me to dance.

  - It has a very pretty face to get mad - he dances with me in a very sexy way - Today's feast day.

  Maybe it's the alcohol running apace in my bloodstream or because he is very friendly "and" gay - that no offense whatsoever, is wasteful and both the other women - as soon see me dancing and having fun enough, infected by my friends .

  I never had such moments. Going out dancing and drinking with my friends, just enjoying the night, flirting with one or the other guy.

  Not that I want to live it up now. But it's fun to have this experience with them.

  It is when the party height, me with a bottle of champagne in hand, dancing to I Will Survive, sung by Gloria Gaynor, and a completely sweaty and beautiful cop beside me, I see our revelry be stopped unexpectedly.

  Adam, Neil, Richard and Peter burst into the room, holding nothing less than a glare.

  Holy shit! Screwed!

  chapter 48

  Adam

  - It's your turn to deal the cards - I speak to Peter, who is fully focused on his watch - Peter!

  He startles and looks at me.

  - What?

  - You have to give the cards! - Play the cards on the table and stand - Look, I give up. It is not working for any of us. Our thoughts are there with them, let's face it.

  I am not ashamed to have to talk about it, especially after the way we said goodbye. Unlike calm down, only made me more desire it. Our outburst in Paige building was just an appetizer for tonight.

  So why the fuck I'm surrounded by three big guys who want my presence as much as I wish them?

  In addition, Paige is definitely not a trustworthy person. If she did with us to sign a contract, it is because it is certainly up to something. I will not pay to see what that crazy to be doing.

  - I have to agree - Neil raises, catching his jacket on his chair - I do not know about you, but I will take my wife home.

  The minute he gave it to the next was a rush looking for keys and see who reached his first car.

  While I drive, I think of my options. If the party was even just a meeting between friends, I would have to have a plausible excuse to get her out of there without any of them try to start my balls.

  The best would each deal with his own wife. In a war, we let the weakest enemy and then do the attack, surprising him. And I can say that the four, together, may be worse than any hangman general there.

  So along the way, sending a message to them, asking them to find me in the hall. Richard and I arrived at the same moment; Neil is already there, waiting for us.

  - This will not work, Neil - Richard starts to protest - Paige will be furious.

  - Could it, just for a minute - Neil starts without a lot of patience - Stop doing everything his wife asks?

  - Look who's talking! - He looks at him with a withering look - Who has signed a contract?

  I would have stopped the ridiculous discussion if Peter did not do it for me.

  - You two are pathetic - Peter shoots with his usual look of debauchery - They have to show their wives boss.

  It did not take a second to all fall down laughing. Laughing at him, obviously. From the moment you give your heart to a woman, there went all times of peace, control and sanity.

  And if he's here with us today, its glass ceiling is starting to crack.

  - Why are you not there? - Neil question as soon as we entered the elevator.

  From all of us, it is what else has lábias with them - the seducer.

  - Do you really think Paige let me join her private party?

  He shrugs, defeated, while I still meditate on which to excuse before crossing the door. What immediately loses its importance as soon as I see it. Beautiful, smiling, dancing and happy as ever, on the table. But my enchantment lasted exactly the same time it took me to notice all those ridiculous men around them.

  The last time I felt so angry and wanted to kill someone, was when Evan tried to be a threat to me. I can break the bones of each of them, with only the fury out of my eyes.

  - Jennifer, go down there, now!

  Neil is the first to manifest. I'm torn between strike all my anger on these frangotes who are men or pull away those vultures.

  And when my eyes cross with them and run into his frightened face, I had already made my decision.

  - Screwed! - I read the word slipping on her lips.

  Screwed? Honey, you have no idea of the trouble that was placed. Screwed is a mere euphemism for what I intend to do.

  While Neil spends his time taking satisfaction with Paige, I have a single
goal, the same that brought me here ...

  Alejo one of the men around the table with a push that makes you stagger across. Instead of scared as I would like, Penelope displays a mischievous smile on his face.

  - Enough of that - grab her thighs and set it on my shoulders - I'll take you home!

  Ignore the weak order to place it on the floor and follow to the elevators. A woman stares at me with a shocked look, and give her the best smile I have.

  - It's my wife - justify my unconventional behavior - I was at a party and spent a bit boundary.

  - We're not married yet - Penelope shakes his legs and tries to descend.

  - Be quiet!

  The slap I give her ass is audible enough that the lady quit mumbling and bold on my shoulder be silent.

  In the hall, the doorman looks weird way for us, but hastens to open the door.

  - You ended the party - she regrets when I start to fasten the seat belt around it - is the first time that I have fun with friends. Drinking and dancing.

  Its air and happy eyes cross mine. I realize all that she lost in his youth. How many things has been deprived or excluded. Do not just go out and drink like most young people do, but Penelope was just a lonely girl for years.

  - I was having fun, is not it? - I ask, sliding the thumb in his drunken face.

  She holds my hand and places a kiss in the palm.

  - Not so much without you there.

  To love someone is to go to all extremes for her. On a typical day, this possibility never go through my head. Penelope is still, for me, the same innocent girl I laid eyes the first time. No matter how many years have passed and how many children we come to have. She will always be my sweet girl. And when I send a message to Peter, the idea sounds bold even by my standards.

  - So let's start the night Charming - approach my face it - I promise that our party will be amazing.

  I press my lips to hers. The intense and passionate kiss seals the promise to give her one of the best nights of our lives.

  ****

  After almost two minutes admiring the angelic face, bathed in light from one of the poles, I gather the little willpower I have to wake her. I'd stay here, contemplating her perfect face all night, quietly, but I had made a promise.

  - Hey, honey, wake up.

  Her eyelashes blink and she tries to steer in the dim light inside the car.

  - Where are we?

  - I promised a wonderful night, was not it? - Touch your face with love, reaching his lips.

  Webbing my fingers in it when we left the car. In my eyes, the silent request to trust me. We arrived to an old house, which does not remember the nightclubs on the outskirts of New York, in addition to controlling entry guards at the door and a small queue of hopeful people to enter one of the most exclusive nightclubs in the city. We passed right through the murmur of people. I quote a name and our entry is authorized.

  Inside, the atmosphere is relatively dark and smoky. There are two levels: the top and the bottom, where we are. On opposite sides of the walls there is a row of black leather couches with tables in front of them. In the center, the strobe lights give the playful effect, as people shake on the dance floor and the bottom of it there is a huge bustling bar.

  Miss Independent Ne-yo, shakes the place.

  - This place is ... - Penelope stares at me between surprised and afraid.

  - Our ... - dodge his waist, tangling it in me. My lips wandering around her neck and she moans - By tonight. Alive. Feel. Live like never lived before.

  We went to the track. Mirrors starts playing. I sing for her, exploring every detail of it with my hands. We danced a slow and sensual way. Our bodies talking more than the mind lets say.

  Between a song and another, drank and laughed a lot. We touched, kissed and got to a point where our skins are in full boil.

  Drive it to the top floor, desgrudando our lips only to divert a person or another. I've been here a few times with Peter, and I know there will not be bothered and openly observed.

  With the last empty cabin is darker and intimate inside, which gives us some privacy, although the seething track in front of us is a reminder that at any moment we could be caught. But that's what makes it more exciting and erotic.

  I sit and put it in my lap. While Penelope is air and charmingly sexy, I wish with unstoppable force. A very explosive combination on fire here.

  We kissed, and the need we have of each other is increasingly electrifying.

  - I want you - she stares at me hungrily - Very.

  It is not alcohol, it is not the location or the risk that surrounds us. We could be in the home kitchen, or tangled in the sheets; the desire coursing through our veins would be the same. Because it's always like this when we're together.

  Once she seeks my throbbing and excited dick in my pants, my hands slide down her back, reaching to his ass.

  I slip my hands on her thighs, up the dress. I felt her moist intimacy, smearing my fingers, ready for me, as always. It touches me, hands moving up and down on my cock.

  God knows she drive me crazy.

  Dip the index and middle finger inside her, while the thumb urging swollen clit, making circles. His movements around my hand will guiding me as she seeks his pleasure in my hand.

  - Kiss Me! - Beg, taking her breast with the other hand - Kiss me now, or all will be sure of what we are doing.

  It leans. I force my tongue into her mouth, our tongues entwined around each other. The kiss is fierce and starts the animalistic groans.

  Penelope unbuttons his pants, down the zipper releasing my cock. I pull the panties wet. Grab and lift your hips, slipping me into it. I let her control the pace of our movements. The pace increasingly strong and intense.

  I close my eyes and let me lead.

  There are so many people around and at the same time, just us two.

  Living, feeling, loving.

  Faster, stronger. As the beats of a clock that never stops.

  - Penelope! - I grunted, digging my fingers into his skin.

  Only his name is enough to try to express what I feel. The sound vibrating through my throat, driven by that overwhelming force within me. Nothing else matters but us two. On here. Now. Ever.

  Then I burst, taking her with me.

  ****

  Agreement, and the first thing I feel is the lack of your body next to mine. Even with my eyes closed, I remember the night before. The cabin was not the only place that we love. We use the bathroom and a far wall and dark, next to the track. Not even on my best days I had dared inconsequential both with another woman.

  Definitely Penelope blow my head and turn my world upside down. There are no limits for us.

  I smile when all the memories invade me. My body automatically responds. I run my hand across the bed in search of her. But it is not empty beside me that makes me sit up quickly, alert. Are the groans coming from the bathroom and the sound of the discharge.

  I run to her and find her on the floor, kneeling on the vessel.

  - Love? - Kneel beside her and take away the damp hair from your face sweat - All right?

  Before you can answer me, her back to lean against the toilet, throwing up in a way that really makes me scared.

  - Penelope? - Secure her hair as she seems to suffer horribly from this torture.

  For five minutes, we like that. When I thought it would be good, she returns to put out, whatever it is you were still inside.

  - Enough of this shit! - I caught her frail body in my lap and go to the door - We go to the hospital.

  - No! - She protests with a weak voice - It's only effect of all I drank yesterday. I'm just a little weak and dizzy. I just want to bath and bed, please.

  I'm torn between doing what you ask and will see a doctor and be sure that it really is okay.

  - Please.

  The new order wins me. I give a few hours to make sure it's not just the side effect of the drink.

  Cum! Exaggerate, I overreacted. And I swear to
myself that never again will act so recklessly.

  We went back to the bathroom. Fill the tub, but dispense aromatic lotions, since she is sick. Shot our clothes. I stroke her pale face and promise to take care of her. I get a grateful smile in response.

  I go first and stretch my hand, grabbing her, bringing her into the tub. His back touching my chest, and I dodge my arms around her. For a long time we were so packed with love beating on our chest. When the water starts to get warm, bathing her and take her to the bedroom. Place it in a fluffy robe. After drying and brushing her hair, Accommodotrainer her on the bed, fluffing the pillows to make her more comfortable.

  - It's better? - I ask, sitting beside her on the bed.

  - Much better - she smiles, now with a little more color in his face.

  - I'll get your coffee - kiss your forehead and lift - need to feed.

  I realize I'm still naked and there bath droplets on my skin. I was just worried about her.

  - Waiting! -Penelope Away the sheet - Stay with me, just a little.

  I lie next to her and bring her to me. Kiss the top of her head and slide my hand on his arm. I love to look like her. Just enjoying the moment and peace.

  - Last night ... - she clears her throat and feel your body tensing - People always do that?

  I think the normal curiosity about the nightlife, and somewhat charming as well.

  - Dancing, drinking? - I ask, trying to keep me seriously - Sex?

  She shakes her head in the affirmative.

  - Not always and not in that order. Or all at once. It is very relative. Sometimes only danced, we drank and enjoyed the evening with friends.

  - You seem to know well the site - more than curiosity in his voice this time - Have you been there before?

  I've been to much heavier bar places than one, where almost or everything was allowed. Obviously it would not take any of these. Share or let other men to admire definitely is out of all limits for me. What happened in the Paige apartment, the men around her, was enough to test my sanity.