Chapter 6
The ride to his condo was silent, but the atmosphere was full with our thoughts. My mind was racing with uncertainty about taking my heart into this dangerous territory and my judgment couldn't be trusted. I was stepping out of the cheating arms of my ex into the arms of a guy who fucks with women for sport. Still, at that moment, I needed him like air. He was chewing his lip and looking straight ahead. Nerves; something I'd never seen him wear before. I was peaking at a rare crack in his confident façade and it tugged on my soul.
At his front door, when he was slipping the key into his lock, I revisited a question from earlier that night. "Are you ready?" I asked, cutting the silence.
He smiled and pulled me through the door way, "Are you?"
Once inside his immaculate living room, he placed the keys into a glass dish on a table by the door. They made a loud swish against the sides, punctuating my senses. The room was dark, lit only by moon light. He took my purse from my arm and placed it on the floor. Then methodically, he proceeded to untie my shirt and drew it away from my shoulders. Standing in my bra, I reached for his shirt collar and separated each button one by one. Beneath it a neat white T-shirt clung to his trim physique. I walked my hands under the soft cotton and my palms slid over his warm skin, pushing the material up and over his head. In turn, he reached behind me and loosened my bra.
His hands had already known my most intimate anatomy, but as we peeled those first layers away from each other, I sensed the intimacy we were about to experience was beyond any previous comprehension. Back and forth we traded in undressing one another until both of us stood nude. His body was long and slender in contrast to my soft curves. Without my high heels, I needed to rise up on tip toe to reach his lips. He helped me to do so by wrapping his hands under my ass. Our kiss was as mind boggling deep as any other I had stolen from him. He slurped on my lips like a candy that he did not want to be finished too soon. My mouth was savored by his and I luxuriated in every second. I swung my leg up and around his waist, prompting him to wrap the other around him as well. His arms tensed and I felt the separation of his lean muscles as he held me aloft from underneath.
Then, without division between our mouths, he sank into me. Finally. As I inhaled sharply, excepting his large cock, he exhaled, giving me all of it. He remained still inside of me for a moment and we both enjoyed being connected in that way. His dick was hot and hard and I loved having it. I loved having him. Eyes open now and adjusted to the moonlight; he stared at my pupils reflecting his image. I did not lose his gaze when he raised me up once more to experience our joining all over again. I smiled at him and he did as well on that next pass of his cock. It was good beyond words. We fit together in a way that way that could only be described as perfect.
But, I wanted more and simply uttered "Fuck me." Without hesitation he carried me over to the wall, and pressing me against it for leverage, his strokes became stronger now, deeper and faster. Blissfully, I felt a connection in each stroke that was equally as powerful. Then he was trembling, and coming in me hard when it suddenly seemed clear that he had not made love in a very long time. The realization was unexpected, but I actually became even more aroused to know that he was sharing himself with me after having been celibate. Our special bond drove me to cum too and I shuddered with him, screaming out in delight.
We made love again and again the entire night. His last orgasm was just as strong as his first and we laughed at how drenched and exhausted we both were. It was practically day light by the time we dozed off.
The morning did not bring the uncertainty that had plagued us both before. It just felt right. Maybe it was our raw honesty that showed us that connections come in many shades of grey. And when he checked his email over the second cup of coffee I poured for him, I was not exactly surprised to see the inbox full of messages from at least four different women. Looking at me with eyebrows raised, he silently inquired at what I thought of it.
Naturally, I replied with a wink, "BCC me sweetie."
"You're not jealous?" he asked, taking a sip of coffee and looking up at me through his thick eyelashes.
"I don't own you Jimmy and I'm certainly not trying to change you."
"I think I would like it if you were jealous," he replied with a smirk, pulling me onto his lap. "But if you're not going to be, then you might as well play along. Open the first message."
I grabbed the mouse and guided it over to one on the top of the list. As I opened it, Jimmy began to lick at my neck and ear. "What does it say?" he asked in a rolling, raspy tone.
I tried to concentrate on the words written to him from someone named Pamela and read the message aloud. "Hi Jimmy, it's been too long since I've heard from you. You know how much I love your emails. The last one made me wet for three days, but that was ages ago. Don't neglect me darling, I need you."
Jimmy slipped his hand into the boxers I had borrowed from him and toyed with my clit. "Give her what she wants Tina."
"What does she want?" I asked, squirming a little in pleasure from his index finger's steady rotations.
"She wants what they all want. She wants me to give her a good fucking." He said matter-of-factly.
"So it seems. What does she like?" I prepped my fingers over the keyboard, ready for the challenge.
"She likes to be teased." He was pulling my legs apart and playing at my entry now.
And so I began to type. "Pamela, you must learn to be patient. I will have to give you some instruction on how. When I come to see you, I will not be alone. I will bring an assistant to help you understand how to wait your turn. When you open the door I will already be kissing her. My tongue will be deep in her mouth, but I will be looking at you. I want to see if you can control yourself. You will be speechless, surprised to see me with another, but nonetheless enticed to watch."
Jimmy did not stop working his hand against my increasingly wet pussy as he read over my shoulder, having only to recall the previous exchange with Lance to appreciate my scenario.
"When she parts lips with mine, you'll want to step in for a taste. When she pulls down my pants and frees my cock, you'll want to be first to have it. But you know that you can't. You are not permitted. You must wait, patiently. She'll take me into her mouth, and her mouth will be hot and soft and you will wish that it is your mouth that is making my eyes roll back and my breath quicken. Then, you will want to touch yourself as you watch me sit her in the chair in front of you, so that you may see me lick her. Yes, you will want to stoke your wet pussy, pretending that I am licking you, instead of her, but you are not allowed. I tell you that you will not get a thing if you break the rules. You know you must be patient."
I was enjoying this very much and amazed myself with the ease that I conjured this cyber fuck. No doubt, Jimmy's talented fingers were all the inspiration that I needed.
He scoffed slightly as he finished up what I had written so far. "Tina, I said that she likes to be teased, not tortured. You are so mean."
"Who is Pamela anyway?" I asked him.
"I sat next to her on the flight home to Michigan last Christmas."
"And what, you just started sending her dirty emails?" That's when I realized I was jealous after all.
He pulled his hand from my crotch and kissed me on my cheek. "Let me help you finish," he said, reaching around me to the keyboard.
"No, let me help you finish," I countered and climbed down from his lap to kneel in front of him. I pulled his dick from his shorts and into my mouth. He wasn't as deft at typing while I pleasured him and stretched his arms behind his head. I so enjoyed looking up at him past his flat, trim stomach to his chest dusted with fine curly hairs and up to his face, now freshly shaven. His marble eyes were closed and his tongue danced lightly on his top lip. He was the most unexpectedly beautiful vision; definitely not anything like any man I had ever been attracted to before.
I sucked on his cock more for my own satisfaction than for his. I just wanted to claim him, to have him for myself. He was like an elusive butterfly, flitting from flower to flower who had finally found the nectar of one blossom too sweet to leave. Now that I had him, I wanted to keep him for myself. He was rock hard with blood surging through his swollen veins after the first concentrated bobs of my head. I relished each stroke of my tongue across his shaft as much as he did and escorted him into orgasm in a matter of minutes.
Moaning now, back stiffening and squirting into my mouth, he still found the clarity to tease me. "Oh Pamela don't stop." Now snickering, he recoiled from my playful punch to the ribs.
"Now who's being mean?" I said, demanding an apology with my pouty expression.
Time drifted lazily and we crossed into the afternoon with another fiery romp before showering and heading over to the office to retrieve my car. It seemed like an eternity since we left the parking garage the night before. I didn't really know Jimmy that much better than when we left work, but a part of me felt connected to him in a very basic way.
Driving home, I let my mind linger over the events of the previous evening, tingling over the more provocative moments. Even our last kiss through my open window before I pulled away had my tongue reliving his. I turned on my phone, having shut it off since leaving the amusement park the night before. Two voicemails awaited me. The first was from Sonya.
"Girl, what are you doing? I called you at home too. I'm really sorry I couldn't make it. I didn't get out of there until after midnight. Call me and tell me what happened." Could I possibly explain the escapade I had been on? We always shared everything, but even I could barely understand what was going on between Jimmy and me. I decided that the best thing to do was to tell her that we watched the game and I went home right after to get some sleep. The next message was a complete shock. Jared. His voice seemed foreign to me now, though of course I recognized his deep rolling tone. Hearing from him, especially at that moment, was like an assault on my psyche.
"Tina, I'm going to come by to take you to breakfast. I really want to talk. I know I've been an asshole. I love you baby." He called at 11:00. By then, it was 12:30. Pulling in front of my apartment I spotted his car and instantly knew that he would remember where I kept the spare keys. I needed to change my clothes in the worse way and couldn't even think about stalling. Like it or not, I would have to come face to face with him.
My door was unlocked and Jared was sitting on the couch watching TV. "Have fun last night?" He said in a dry tone, sounding decidedly different from the message on my cell. I was bathed in the unmistakable look of all night sex. My hair was still wet from the shower and my business clothes were rumpled at best. No makeup and five messages flashing on my answering machine all confirmed his suspicions.
"What are you doing here?" I asked dismissively, dropping my bag on the chair next to him.
"I thought we could go to breakfast like we always do on Saturdays and try to work things out." He was getting up now, indignant. "But, I see that you have already decided there's nothing left to say."
"Do you want to work out why your cock was in that bitch's mouth? You're right, Jared there isn't anything to say. Fuck you." I was cold and harsh in my tone. Had it only been a week since we broke up? It seemed liked ages ago, and I really didn't care enough anymore to even have this conversation.
"OK, look. That was some stupid shit I did, I know. I don't have an excuse. But I want to try and make it up to you. Come on Tina, give me a chance." His voice had softened in response to my venomous retort. He dared to come closer to me, building on his appeal. His scent was familiar, like the smell of home and he looked as sexy as ever in a simple tee shirt and jeans. I couldn't help it; a smile crept across my face, which didn't go unnoticed. "See, I know you, baby. You can't stay mad at me." He was his old arrogant self and leaning in to try for a kiss. I was smiling alright, but not for the reason he assumed. A wickedly satisfying idea for revenge was silently being born while he continued, "Last night you had a one night stand and now we're even. I forgive you, can't you forgive me?"
I paused for a long minute, trying my best to apply just the right amount of suspense before answering, "I guess I can try."
