Author's Note: Thank you for sticking with me through the second book of Traffic Girl. I really hope you've enjoyed it. It's been an honor to get your votes and receive your feedback. Please enjoy, and let's keep the fun rolling into book three!
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You can't say that the waves of the Pacific Ocean lapped at a beach. The unbridled power of that vast body epitomized the term "force of nature." The water contained a foreboding, mysterious, uncontrollable, untameable quality every time it hammered against the rocks. Or the beach. It didn't matter if it was on a pristine, nearly deserted expanse in Hawaii. The Pacific Ocean answered to no one and nothing. It was an element unto itself.
Yet as I sat underneath the covered terrace of our suite at the Four Seasons Maui in Wailea, even the Pacific seemed to put on a gentler mask. The waves roared with ferocity but somehow bowed to the serene and pastoral scene that lay below me. It was as close to lapping as Pacific waves had ever come, I convinced myself.
"Where's Kat?" Jess asked as she carried two cups of French press coffee outside. She handed me one.
"She went for a walk," I said. The hot coffee mug felt good as the refreshing Pacific breeze blew into us.
"This has been the best break," Jess said. "I really needed it. I really needed some time to get clean and detox."
"You call this detox?" I said, pointing to the empty Champagne bottles and remnants of marijuana from the night before.
Jess laughed. "You know what I mean," she said. "I had been really hitting the coke."
"Be honest with me," I said. "How much were you up to?"
She hesitated. "Three grams a day probably," she said. I looked at her unwaveringly for a few moments. "Maybe four," she added.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, babe," she said.
"You know I saw you in the shower the night of the party," I said.
"I know," she said. "Jonathan just has some kinks he gets off on."
"No," I said. "I mean I saw you in the shower. After."
The look on her face told me she didn't know I had remained in the room and seen her cry.
"Oh," she said.
"Are you okay?" I repeated.
"I will be," she said.
"That means something was wrong," I observed. "You can talk to me, you know."
"It's nothing," she said.
"I've never seen you cry like that," I said. "And especially not when you're in slut mode."
"Jonathan likes to degrade me," she said. "I'm not sure how I feel about it sometimes."
"You can say no," I said.
"Not when he's paying," she said.
"Bullshit," I said. "We've got enough money that you don't have to take crap from anybody. Or piss." I smiled wanly at my joke.
"I want to make my clients happy," she said. "And he pays me really well."
"But was it fun?" I asked.
"That wasn't so much fun," she admitted.
"It wasn't the first time, either," I said.
"How did you know?" she asked, surprised.
"I know you," I said. "I watched you. I could see it on your face and in your body language."
"Are you disappointed?" she said.
"Only if you put yourself in a position to harm yourself or make yourself unhappy," I said.
"I really needed this," she said. "Thank you. You always know what I need."
Jess set down her coffee and stood up, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She got on her knees between my legs and pulled down my shorts.
"Can you give me the cream for my coffee?" she said, making me laugh at her corny joke.
I put my hands behind my head, slid my hips forward slightly, and let her go to work with her mouth. It was a luxurious, slow round of head. She licked up and down the shaft, deep throated me a couple times, and then licked and sucked my balls. She savored my cock in her mouth, a true aficionado of the oral arts.
"I like getting your first load of the day," she said after she pulled off to jerk me slowly. "It's the biggest. I like drinking it."
"I will put it in your coffee if you want," I said.
"I wish every drop of your cum could go in a bottle, and I could just drink it and drink it," she said. "I'm such a fucking cumslut." I could tell she was getting worked up.
"Suck me, and you can do anything you want with my cum," I said.
Jess put her mouth back on my cock, doing so with genuine love and also a familiarity that came from having sucked me countless times. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The rhythm of Jess's tongue and mouth was a little bit faster than the breaking of the waves. For every three times she pulled back on my cock and then gobbled it up, two waves crashed. The scene was hypnotic, lulling me into an erotic trance. I didn't put my hands on her head. I didn't buck my hips. I let her work. Jess. My Jess. Working her magical mouth. Showing her love the way she knew best.
I had barely muttered, "Fuck!" when she cupped and massaged my balls and clamped her lips over the tip of my cock as it erupted for the first time that day.
"All the pineapple you're eating makes a noticeable difference on the sweetness of your cum," Jess said, retaking her seat next to me now that I had finished.
"If you like it, I'll keep doing it," I said. And, just then, we heard the door of our suite close. Kat had returned.
"Hi baby," I said without turning around.
"The early slut gets the load, I see," Kat said.
