Dear Readers,
I had my best intentions to finish at part 3 but I don't seem to be able to leave these two alone.
Shall I continue?
Please let me know your thoughts. Any comments and voting greatly appreciated.
For new readers, the story will make more sense if you start at the beginning.
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"I want to take you out for dinner," James muttered, still staring at her dazzling smile.
"Why?" Jazz gave him a look of amusement mixed with confusion.
James was no less confused than the look she gave him. Partly because of her bizarre question and partly because he didn't even know why.
There were definitely many reasons to stay away from Jazz. She's been messing him around from the start, irritating him with her mocking attitude. Only a few minutes ago she inflicted pain on him and denied him his release for so long he almost passed out. She was crazy and unpredictable.
Yet, James knew with absolute clarity that he would not stay away. He wanted her closer and he wanted her more. He liked playing with fire since he was a child. Seems nothing changed.
"That's what people do when they want to spend time with someone," he said.
It was the most bland and meaningless explanation in the world, but he could not tell her the truth. He was fascinated by her. She was the challenge that he could not pass by even if he got his fingers burned.
Jazz studied him for a long while. So long that James was sure she was going to turn him down. Typical! What else could he expect from her if not to throw him away once she had her fun.
When she said, "Ok" with a light shrugg, James was thrown off balance. It seemed he often was with her.
"Really?" he asked stupidly.
She laughed. Then kissed him again.
Three days later James was back, to pick her up for dinner. He waited outside, lounging against the car. Jazz came out wearing the same sexy dress he saw her in a few weeks back. Red lipstick, high heels and a couple of silver bracelets on her wrist made her look like a star from a very classy movie. James's eyes narrowed, the thought flashed in his head that without a quick, pre dinner fuck he would not be able to concentrate on the conversation.
The thought cemented in his mind, when she walked up to him, pressed her body against his, putting her knee between his legs and gave him a long, deep kiss. Her tongue slid inside his mouth, playing with his, exploring insistently. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he could feel her breasts pressed to his chest. James couldn't stop himself from sliding his hands on her ass, pulling her in and grinding his hips against hers. He was hard, he wanted her to know that.
"You won't last till the main course," she whispered in his ear when she tore herself off his mouth.
"I hope I won't have to," he whispered back. He was already trying to work out how to fuck her as soon as possible, but the rest of his good manners prevented him from sticking his dick in her pussy, on the back seat of his car, right now.
Instead, he opened the car door for her, the delicate smell of her perfume wrapped around him as she brushed past to get in.
On the way to the restaurant Jazz seemed determined to distract him from the road and test his self control.
She ran her hand on her leg, moved it on the inside of her thighs, pulling the dress so high that any higher would reveal her underwear. If she was even wearing any. James, preoccupied by that thought, almost ran the red light.
"You should keep your eyes on the road," she advised him and bit her lower lip lightly, trying to hide the smile.
Little witch knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"You're making it very difficult," James replied and the next second he felt Jazz's warm fingers gently brushing the back of his neck. He shivered and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Can't say I'm sorry about it."
She moved her hand to rest it on his thigh, almost touching his fully erected dick. James couldn't decide if he wanted her to touch it and risk an accident or keep her hand where it was teasing him to insanity.
In the lift James held her hand to prevent her sliding it between his legs, he knew she wanted to do it, he could just read her mind. If she succeeded he could not guarantee he would be able to stop himself from groaning and rubbing against her.
She did not cease her teasing when they were seated at the table in the corner, but since direct body contact was limited James, at least for a while, was safe from embarrassing himself in public.
"Do you want to try my olives?" Jazz asked, touching one with her lips, playing with it and then slowly licking her fingers. "They're delicious."
She picked up another one and put it in his mouth. James grabbed her hand, slowly licked her finger, then another one. He kissed her palm, teased it with his tongue, and finally let go of her hand.
"Mmm, that's the way to make the girl wet..." she purred, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Prove it," James said quietly, suddenly excited about what she might do.
Jazz held his gaze. He watched her as she dropped her hand under the table, shifted slightly, then put her fingers to his lips again.
Fuck! He was tasting her juices in the middle of the restaurant!
James' dick was straining uncomfortably against his trousers. He was hot and could not think straight. Wild visions of what he wanted to do to Jazz clouded his mind.
He took a sip of his wine to steady his breathing. Jazz, looking at him with interest, obviously waited for his move.
He made up his mind, the main course won't be here for a while.
He got up, grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs to the upper floor. He knew the quiet spots, not frequented even by the staff. Quick look down the corridor, all quiet. He passed the sign "staff only" and pulled her in a semi dark alcove in the corner.
"The service is too slow here," he muttered, digging his fingers in her firm butt and kissing her neck. "And you're too hot. You've been teasing me all the way here."
"You resisted long enough, it's impressive," Jazz whispered, already undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers.
James pulled her dress up to find that she was wearing a very small piece of underwear, it was pointless really, it hardly covered anything. He pulled it down and slid his fingers in her tight pussy. She was almost dripping.
"You're a fucking cat in heat..." he murmured in her ear.
Jasmine already freed his dick from the clothes confinement and was now stroking it. It was rock hard and throbbing.
James roughly pulled down the top half of her dress to uncover her breasts. He couldn't wait to suck on them. Her nipples were already hard, he took one in his mouth, the other one rolling between his fingers. She liked that.
Jazz moaned softly and James wondered fleetingly if she was going to be as vocal as she usually was. He didn't know if he wanted her to be quiet or risk being discovered just to hear her screams. They excited him so much, the very thought of it was enough to bring him on the verge of climax.
He kept sliding his fingers in and out feeling the moisture increasing, she was soft, slick and gripped his fingers tight.
