Jake was fantastic in and out of the courts and he had the pocketbook to prove it. He might have been a genius with his investments as well as all areas of personal consumption: cars, homes and anything else material; but he was shit with women unless it entailed getting them into bed.
Jake had found who he claimed to be his one and only woman back when we were in high school. Danica Withers had been petite and quite withdrawn from our social scene but he had always been smitten with our cute tutor-girl-slash-cheerleader friend. What broke him was what transpired after their second date. After divulging his true feelings toward her, she reciprocated but disappeared. The next day, she was nowhere to be found. I had been the unfortunate one to tell him that her parents had left and taken her with them. As to where she headed, who knew. All I had to give him was the message from a letter she had left in my parents’ mailbox for me to deliver. A letter he still kept with him in his wallet or so I had come to find out about a year ago when I had to settle his tab with his credit card since he was too drunk to do so.
From her disappearance onward, Jake and I had been busy with womanising the rest of the school’s cheerleaders and other notable interests. For me, the day came where I put a stop to it or rather Julie had put a stop to it when I fell for her. For Jake, it hadn’t been that easy. He had fallen in love first. To be honest, I understand how he felt. I felt the same way when Julie had first left me and for months afterwards until I had begun to chat it up with Alissa.
As an adult, Jake had drowned himself in booze and easy women. Women who were only after two things: his pleasuring and the money in his pocket and he knew it. If he hadn’t been a best friend of mine, I would have never paid attention to the look that crossed his face right as I turned to walk back to my car. He may have been acting macho but the look of envy in his eyes when I had spoken about Alissa and I told me that he ached to have a family life. He just couldn’t quite get himself to go get it…yet. Fear is a powerful thing.
***
I got home and ran up to the bedroom to get ready, taking notice that the packages I had left Alissa had been opened. She would look amazing in my gifts, I had no doubt.
I scrubbed down in the shower, jumped out, wiped at the fogged mirror with my hand and set to shaving my face with my towel wrapped around my waist, wondering where she’d gone off to.
I was slipping my arms through my dress shirt when I heard her. “Pax?”
“Upstairs,” I called out.
I turned toward the closet and reached for a sport jacket, took a look at my selection of ties and then shrugged them off since I wore one every day for work.
I buttoned and tucked my shirt into my pants and as I was donning my jacket, I turned to a sight that stopped me dead in my tracks.
“So,” she said and twirled around to show off the new dress, shoes and-
Sweet Jesus…the underwear, she’s wearing those too. I had clearly forgotten how my body would react to that knowledge.
It was a simple royal blue halter dress but it fit her like a glove, hugging her bust, waist and hips in the right places where it flowed outward to her mid-thigh. Her legs looked endless in the black peek-a-boo toed heels she paired with the outfit and I loved the fact that she had left her hair down.
She walked up to me and that’s when I realized I still hadn’t said a word. My lips pulled up into an admiring smile of approval for how great she looked.
“Well someone was quite busy today,” she said.
“You look beautiful,” I said and pulled her in by her hands to kiss her cheek. “I’ll take that as you missed me.”
She nodded. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.”
I watched as she turned and walked out of the bedroom with me following, hot on her heels. The accentuated sway of her hips and her sultry-like movements made me salivate.
Tease.
Chapter 29
We were sat in the back of the restaurant which, to her standards, was the best seat in the house because we were secluded with a wall covered by curtains on one side and a four-sided fireplace obstructing much of the view to the trickling in of the patrons on the other.
The waiter had delivered our dessert and Alissa turned her attention back to me. “So tell me,” Alissa said and leaned forward on her elbow as she drummed her fingers on the side of her cheek in suspicion, “why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?”
I ached so much to tell her everything that had happened today but it wasn’t in my original plan. It was hard but I found myself able to reel in a bit of self-control and opted to tell her about what I was willing to share. The rest could wait until the kinks were straightened and everything was perfect.
“Doctor Messing says Jasper’s not getting worse and everything points to an optimistic turnout,” I said. “My son has also made a new friend to room with during his stay.”
She dropped her fork onto the plate we were sharing and wrapped her hands around my face and kissed me. “That’s fantastic,” she said and my heart fluttered at her reaction. “Have they said anything about his slurring?”
“Messing doesn’t think it’ll be permanent but he confirmed that it was because of the clot,” I said and cupped her cheek with one of my hands while hers had found their way down from my face to my chest, “but even if it is…”
“We can work on that,” she finished for me and kissed me softly.
What started as a soft peck of elation, escalated to a gentle make out session involving only our lips.
“I don’t know if I should have bought you that dress,” I said and let out a loud breath over her swollen lips. I turned and took a quick bite of the cake set before us. “All I can think about is what I got you to wear underneath it.”
She blushed but was quick to recover. She crossed her legs and tilted them so our knees touched. Alissa began rubbing my thigh as she watched me look down between her well exposed leg and her soft moving hand. She leaned toward my ear and the subtle scent of perfume and woman, the one that was uniquely hers, surrounded me.
A seductive octave lower, she asked, “Do you think I’m sexy, Paxton?”
I gulped the remainder of my food down and found myself nodding. My mouth ran dry.
Alissa wasn’t one to speak like that. She made her characters do that stuff in her novels. I was wondering if that side of her would ever come out in an unexpected setting and I guess I got my answer.
“Do you crave me like I crave you?” I gave her another nod. “Here’s what I crave, Paxton,” she said, nipping my jaw and pulled away enough to look me in the eyes. “I want your lips all over me. I want to feel your hands caress my skin. I need your hard throbbing dick inside my wet pussy.” She smirked when my fork fell out of my hand and I was forced to clamp my dropped jaw shut to swallow the sudden abundance of saliva that had materialised. “Paxton, I want you so deep inside of me that when we fall apart, you can see my very soul and me yours, and when we’re done, I want to do it again, and again, and-”
I cut her off. It was all just too much. Her words, the tone of her voice, the dress, not to mention the fact that we hadn’t been half a week which was unusual for us since she’d moved in. Yes, we were like a couple of rabbits. I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and crushed my lips to hers.
“Waiter,” I said, lifting my hand up and never once allowed my eyes to stray from hers.
“Yes, sir?” the waiter asked.
“We’re ready to head home,” I said.
“Is there something wrong with the cake, sir?”
“No.”
“Oh,” the young man said but didn’t make a move to leave.
“Pack it up and we’ll take it home with us,” Alissa winked at me and the waiter scampered off to do her biding. “I have a feeling we might be able to use a little sugar boost later.”
“Damn you’re so sexy when you take charge like that,” I said to her and kissed the side of her neck.
She graced me with a barit
one laugh I had never heard from her before. It told me that I had no clue what she was capable of and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see what she could do.
“I’m glad, because this is just the beginning,” she said. She pulled away, smiled and then nodded her head to let me know the waiter had returned.
***
Alissa turned it up a notch and it got quite hot on the drive home despite cranking the A/C. If anything, it made it worse for me with her nipples sticking out through the thin material of her dress, making her look even more irresistible.
The devil woman had her hand under the skirt of her dress and was pleasuring herself while the other fondled her breasts. There was no way we were going to get home if I had assisted her and you better believe that I was dying to.
As much as the thought of pulling over and taking her then and there appealed to me, I didn’t want that. I knew that she was putting on a show for me and as much as I wanted to take control, I knew that what awaited us at home would be far better than if I took it from her on the spot. She deserved so much more after all that she’d done for my son and I.
“Oh Paxton…I’m so wet for you right now,” she said, I groaned. “I can’t wait for you to…Oh…Paxton!”
“Baby,” I gulped, “you’re killing me here.”
“Mmm,” she said and when I turned to her at the next set of lights, she was watching me. She smirked and took her glistening fingers and put them to her mouth to suck on one of them.
“God help me,” I said and bounced my head against the headrest to my seat before looking at her again.
She brought her hand up to my mouth and I grabbed her wrist with one hand and held her gaze as I tantalized her two coated fingers with my teeth and tongue like a rabid dog.
“Just so you know, you’ll have to hold off a bit longer once we get home,” she said and threw in a wicked smile.
“Fuck me.” I groaned.
“That’s the plan, baby.”
A car behind us honked and I realized that we were still stopped at the intersection. The light had gone from green to yellow and I chose to run the damn thing. No more waiting. The lantern shifted to red while we were in the middle of the intersection, leaving the car behind us stuck at the corner and its driver honking his frustration. Alissa giggled while looking through the back window of the car.
One swift and tire-squawking turn around the corner and we were home. My woman was out of the vehicle before I could even close my car door. “Sit on the couch and wait for me, I won’t be long,” she said as she unlocked the door and hurried upstairs leaving me to do as she’d requested.
“Baby,” I said up to her from my perch on the couch, “you better make this quick or I’m going to find you and fuck you senseless thanks to your shenanigans.”
“I’m hoping you still will,” she said her voice getting nearer as I tilted my head back and breathed the ever-growing tension in my shaft and balls to a more bearable level with my eyes closed, “when you see this.”
I lifted my head and opened my eyes. There she stood, between my legs wearing nothing but her black heels, the lace bra and underwear I had bought her and one of my dress shirts. The woman was sex on a stick and I was hungrier now that she had served herself up on the night’s menu.
I pulled her by the hips as she straddled my thighs, our eyes locking, time standing still.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight but I do have to say that I like it very much,” I said, my hands grabbed her ass and squeezed. “I also have to add that I should go lingerie shopping for you more often if everything looks that good on you.”
“I have to admit that you have great taste,” she said.
My hands moved up and under the shirt, feeling the heated skin along the length of her spine as she tilted her head back. I pulled my hands away which brought her gaze forward as I reached to push the shirt she wore, off of her shoulders.
“I think you’re a little over-dressed,” she said and her nimble fingers proceeded to unbutton my shirt.
I helped her get the garment off of me by leaning forward and she captured my lips in a searing kiss. I let her have full control, for the time being. She nibbled at my bottom lip, pulled away and those bright eyes clouded with lust stared back at me.
“Pax,” she said and with that simple utterance of my name I knew that she was relinquishing her control to me.
I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her hard, fisting a hand in her hair to gain better access to her neck. I heard her sharp intake of breath as my teeth grazed the tendon in her neck. When I knew she would stay in position, I let go of her hair and let my hands roam as I rubbed a light soothing pattern on her back. If she wanted my hands and lips all over her then that’s what she would get.
As I tasted, kissed, licked and nipped the skin above her breasts, my hands unlatched her bra. I pulled it off of her, my fingertips skimming her bared skin in the process.
“You’re beautiful,” I said. Her curl-tipped hair had fallen over her front to cover her breasts and with the flushed look on her face, the sparkle in her eyes and the fact that she straddled my waist, she was like my very own version of Lady Godiva.
After a few self-indulgent kisses, her hands undid the buckle to my belt in a hurried fashion. Her lips had taken control and my body flushed with heat—I wanted her, true, but I needed her that much more.
When she pulled away, I saw the pain of her lust raging in balls of fire in her irises. She ached for me as much as I ached for her.
She pulled at the button to my pants and I stilled her hands. “Not here,” I said.
I grabbed onto her ass and she wrapped her legs around me as I rushed us up the stairs.
I threw her down on the bed while I hurried out of my trousers and crawled up to her sprawled form. She had backed up so that she sat with her back against the headboard, a seductive smile on those swollen lips of hers, donning nothing but the tiny bit of lace at her hips and her high-heels.
Allie squealed when I pulled at her ankles to bring her closer to me.
“You want my hands all over you, huh?” I asked in a husky tone and she nodded her response.
I ran an open palm starting at her knees and up her legs to the inside of her thighs. Her hips arched up when my lips added to the mix by kissing her belly. I divested her of her lacy thong, letting my hands and lips do all the stimulating as I tortured her skin.
“And is this what you were looking for by wanting my lips on you?” I threw in a few licks to go with the continuation of my oral ministrations as I climbed back up her body. She answered me with a whimper when I traced her navel with my tongue.
I hovered on my elbows, my face mere millimetres from hers as my fingers played with her hair. “How was that?” I asked.
“I think you forgot something,” she said and smirked up at me. Smartass.
“I did?” I said, aloof because I wanted to see more of her taking charge and she nodded in response. Our power exchange was intoxicating. She didn’t disappoint.
Sliding her hand between our bodies, she took hold of my cock and began pumping it with a firm grip. My take charge attitude faded fast and she knew it just by the confident gleam in her eyes.
“Oh,” I said with my voice a quiver.
“I want you to take this dick of yours, baby,” she said and licked her lips. My eyes followed the movement. “I want you to slide it into my pussy. I want you to feel me surround you, clamp down on you as you make me wetter with each…long…full…stroke. I want you to bury yourself so deep inside me that we don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins. I want you to-”
I slammed myself as far as I could go inside her—I was done listening to her loquacious torture.
“Oh, God,” she half cried and half moaned.
Our eyes fused together as she took me to the hilt, my balls slapping the crease of her ass with each penetration. With slow but strong and controlled thrusts, I pulled myself al
most out and then plunged right back into her sopping heat.
Our mouths ate away at each other like men starved of water after spending a lengthy time in the desert. There wasn’t enough of each other to quench our thirst. The flames were fanned and built to an unbearable inferno.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her lids fluttered to a close.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I said in a desperate pant.
I rammed into her with so much fervor that each bottomed-out motion was accompanied by the sweet sound of her moans and my grunts.
It wasn’t long before I managed to push us both over the edge of that cliff, into the pit of carnal rapture. I could have sworn I saw the sparks fly in her eyes as if it were my own rendition of the Fourth of July.
As we came down from our high, I rolled over and draped her over my body, allowing us to bask in the afterglow of our passion. She started to get up and I pulled her back down. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Dessert,” she said and gave me a chaste kiss. I released her from my arms and smacked her bare butt as she backed away, which made her turn to eye me over her shoulder.
I smirked. “Hurry back,” I said and watched those naked hips of hers sway out of the bedroom.
I don’t know where her sudden confidence had come from but I enjoyed this metamorphosis into a more vocal and confident version of Alissa. Her meek and demure side was a definite favourite of mine, especially when it was accompanied by her blushes which she still graced me with at least once a day. But this self-assured side of hers was a plus. It was a side I hadn’t witnessed with any of the women I’d been with.
Thinking back to the car ride and the fact that she had fingered herself right there in front of me, I felt myself rise with the need to have her again. Aside from the occasional porn flick, I didn’t realize how much voyeurism would appeal to me. Then again, was there anything Alissa did that didn’t appeal to me? No, not really.
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