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One Night Ch. 01

By: Rumour



I had just moved into my own place, the first place that was truly mine. No connections to my past, family, friends, anything. It was mine, all mine, and I was loving it. Loving it, but still, I was bored, tired, just needing to get out of my place, the boxes still piled up, and no matter how many I went through, the pile never seemed to diminish. In fact, I'm sure it even grew a time or two, right in front of my eyes, looming over me as if to say, you'll never get done. 

So, after taking care of my bedroom, I showered, shaved every part of my body, and dressed. My jeans felt so wicked against my almost bare mound. A soft tuft left right at the apex of my thighs, a bit of covering for my thick, abundant folds. I checked myself in the mirror, black, baby doll t-shirt, jeans riding low on my hips, my ever present Air Force issue black jungle boots, and my black leather, silver jolly roger lined belt. Looking at myself, I thought I didn't look half bad and more then anything, I was comfortable. With a nod at myself in the mirror and a deep calming breath, I turned off the light and headed out the door with my jacket, before I lost my nerve.

I hadn't been on the bar scene very long.. maybe a few months, I just wasn't a drinker and I'd partied myself out by the time I'd turned 21. You know how it is, it's just not as fun anymore when you can get it without a fuss. The fun was always in trying to see who scored, the thrill of the chase I guess. 

My ex wife and I had broken up about a year ago and now I found myself needing company, human contact, I had been lonely way too long. It wasn't really the physical side of things, I mean sure, I was missing being touched, kissed, pressed against. I yearned for someone to hold me and make me feel complete, in only the way a true coupling of mind, spirit and body can. That wasn't all of it though, I missed having an intelligent conversation, someone stealing the fries off my plate. I missed just having someone there that loved me, and would let me love them. Shaking my head and snorting softly in disgust, I pushed all thoughts of my ex wife, out of my head.

Slipping through the throng of people crowding the bar, yelping softly as someone accidentally elbowed me in the side. Shaking my head, if this wasn't the only bar in town I knew, I'd have gone somewhere else, it was a great place, but man it got so crowded on a Saturday night. Snagging a barstool, I ordered a shot of Tequila and a Corona, knocking the shot back immediately as I tossed a twenty on the counter nodding my thanks to the beautiful brunette bartender. 

Glancing around the bar, I saw Chief out on the dance floor, man it had been a little bit since I'd seem him. As always, some sweet young thing was in his arms, gazing up at him adoringly, looking like she'd lay down and spread her legs for him right then and there. I was willing to bet she probably would have too, with the slightest bit of encouragement from him.

Chief and I had met several months back here at the club. He'd tried to pick me up and after talking for a while, we found out we frequented some of the same online chat rooms. Amazingly enough, we'd already known each other for about three years in the cyber realm and were really good friends online. 

The seduction stopped right there, he knew that I preferred women and decided not to ruin our friendship and we definitely became even better friends because of the respect he showed. Not having seen each other for a little bit online we sat, drank and talked the night away. We caught each other up on everything that had been happening. He was more then sympathetic, if not a bit surprised, that I hadn't found someone yet. He knew all about the breakup and rotten way things had ended after years with my ex.

I have to say though, I felt pretty much at ease with him even though I thought he was heart stopping... Anything my imagination could have ever conjured up as far as his looks were concerned would have fallen short... The ideal man in every sense of the word, a good heart, intelligent mind, wonderful soul, and looks that just made you want to beg. 

Short ebony curls around his ears, a thin moustache and goatee and chocolate brown eyes. Long lanky legs, and a well muscled upper body, my god, he could make a woman wet, just by walking past her. His skin was a beautiful shade of golden olive, a bit darker then my own. Another thing we shared in common was our ancestry, he was full blooded Puerto Rican, I was half.

While he was sinfully gorgeous and I admit I felt a bit of a tug there, he knew that the only real use I had for a man, besides being friends, was in fathering a child for me. He had offered about two years ago, sight unseen, to help me out if I ever needed, when I finally felt I was ready. Once we'd met in person, he'd reminded me of it and told me that the offer still stood. He admitted that he wanted me from the word go, but now he was even more eager to volunteer. He never pushed it though, seeming to be content that if I needed him, I'd tell him. 

Chief had a pretty dangerous job, it was why he disappeared so often actually. Why it had been around two months since the last time I'd lain eyes on him. He was a Marine, on leave at the moment, usually though, he was on special assignment. He could get a call at any minute and be out the door to some unknown destination. Things he couldn't talk about, you know the whole... "If I tell you, I'd have to kill you.. and I don't want to have to kill you", routine. 

He always told me that his one regret in life was that he'd never be able to settle down. It was all due to his job, which he was hopelessly addicted too. Another reason he had offered to father a baby for me, he would have someone to carry on his name. Someone he could support and would reap the benefits if anything happened to him while on assignment. It was a real possibility for any of our men and women in the service, but with Chief.. well, I had gleaned that he stuck his neck out more then he was willing to share.

I saw him looking at me as the song ended, a smile on his face, he thanked his young partner for the dance and escorted her back to friends waiting at a table just at the edge of the dance floor. I watched him through the mirror backing the bar, weaving his way through the throng of people skirting the dance floor. 

I didn't even look up from my drink when he slid beside me, standing so close I could smell the mixture of cologne, sweat and him... I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and it was all I could do to bite back a soft moan. Gods it had been way too long for me and the raw sexual energy that was coming off him in waves, made me shiver.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Long time no see Raven.." My given name was Ravinnia, but to hear him whisper my nickname, the name I went by online as well, sent goose bumps up and down my arms. The hair on the back of my neck standing up as the warmth of his breath fanned over my ear and throat.

I turned my head slightly, my eyes already heavy lidded from unbidden desire and the alcohol I felt coursing through my veins. I watched him for a few minutes, without saying a word. He had closed his eyes, and was inhaling deeply. His nose almost buried against the crook of my neck. 

I wonder if he could pick up my scent, like I had his. What did he smell? The White Tea body scrub I'd used earlier this evening? The Egyptian Musk, with just a hint of patchouli, I'd put on soon afterward? Could he smell the arousal that I felt at this moment, had felt since seeing him on entering the club? He always told me that I smelled so good, good enough to eat. A telltale blush crossed my olive toned, dusky skin as this thought came to mind. 

"I've been around... the question is.. why haven't you?" 

I couldn't believe I'd been that bold, and yes, for me, that was bold. I tended to shy away from guys, always having better luck with women. At 5' 2 1/2" and 145 lbs. of curves and muscle, being single now, I'd been chased a bit over the last several months, and the attention made me nervous, but having this man looking at me like this... made me turn into jell-o.

"I've been takin' care of some business." He smiled at me, opening his eyes, I felt totally lost in that moment. Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes of his, filled with warmth, humor and.. I couldn't believe what I was seeing... Desire...yes, with a capitol D. I knew he wanted me, but it had never been this apparent before, this... tangible.

"Well it's about time you showed up Papi." I'd been calling him that for ages, a term of endearment that just seemed to fit. Gods, his nearness was driving me crazy, my heart thudding wildly in my chest, there was nothing I could do, except take a sip of my beer. I hoped he didn't see my hand trembling as I lifted the bottle to my lips, I couldn't believe I was this out of control. 

"What brings you to my.. doorstep so to speak?"

His response startled and thrilled me at the same time.

"Been thinking about you since the last time I saw you. Couldn't get you out of my head.." He cleared his throat softly, looking at me for some sign, some inkling as to what I was thinking. I don't know if he noticed, but I hadn't breathed since the words thinking of you, had left his mouth. 

I didn't know what to say and just sat there, staring at him for several more minutes. My heart lodged in my throat, knees trembling and weak. I was so thankful for the stool under me, otherwise I'd have been on the floor at his feet.

He sighed softly and then began to turn away. Reaching out, I grabbed him by the shirt.. it felt so soft and warm against my fingertips. My palm tingling where I'd made contact with him, through his shirt.

Stopping, he turned fully toward me again, looking down at me intently. I almost died when the next words left his mouth.

"Can we go somewhere quieter? Where we can actually talk? Catch up on the last few months?" 

He sounded so sweet as always and I found myself agreeing readily. There was something different about him tonight, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it was definitely there.

I was breathless when I finally answered him. A soft, "Yes.." coming from me, in such a deep, husky voice, that I startled myself.

He took my hand and led me out into the night, heading for his car. I gave a cursory glance toward my 94' Cougar and tugged on his hand gently. 

"I can't leave my car here, mind if we drop it off? Or how about we go to my place? I've got some beer and plenty of food."

His response surprised me, he simply nodded and headed for his car, a strange little smile on his face. Without giving it another thought, I hopped into my car and took off, heading the 3 or so miles to my place. 

Within a matter of minutes, we were parking out back of my place. I got out and waited for him to reach me, my hands and body shaking uncontrollably for some unknown reason. I hoped he didn't notice, or if he did, he chalked it up to the cold biting breeze of December in St. Louis.

Stopping next to me, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, shielding me from the cold with his body. The look in his eyes, was a question, pure and simple. There seemed to be a need in him tonight, something that had never been there before, in all the time we'd spent together. I felt him reaching out for me, some unknown force between us, trying to pull us together. 

All I could do was smile nervously as I took his hand, and led him toward my building. We never spoke a word as we walked into my place, just seeming to relax in each others company on the walk up. He'd been here several times before, though the circumstances this time, seemed as if they were a lot different. I knew what was coming and what was the most important thing, I wanted it.... welcomed it. 

It had been so long since I'd wanted someone and they'd wanted me in return. I had spent years being rebuffed by a mate that no longer found me attractive. It had taken it's toll on my libido as well as my self esteem, being told no so many times, just kind of makes you give up and not want it anymore. It was hard for me to believe that anyone could want me after all this time, but there it was... this electric current between Chief and I. It was undeniable, almost tangible in it's intensity.

Taking off my jacket, I hung it up on the coat rack and held out a hand for his. He stepped closer as he pressed the body warmed leather into my hand. My lips parted, breaths coming slow and fast, his nearness had every nerve ending in my body on alert. The heat coming from him seemed to caress the length of me, the feeling was so strong, it left me physically shaken. I hung up his coat and finally raised my head, my gaze skimming over the wide expanse of his chest and shoulders. Up the thickly corded column of his throat, to the strong line of his chin and jaw. What I saw in his eyes, made he gasp softly, and this time there was no hiding it from him.

Desire, tenderness, need... a want so strong that his eyes blazed with it. My gasp only making the look in his eyes that much more intense. He wrapped me up in his arms, drawing me the scant inch or two against him. My body bucked at the feel of his against mine, that initial touch, even still fully clothed, there was only one way to describe it, absolutely electric. 

Lifting my chin with a gentle finger, raising my face to his as he bent over me, his 6' 3" plus, 200 lb. frame dwarfing me. His lips brushed mine in the softest, sweetest kiss I've ever known, my heart stopping for almost a full minute. Soft, firm, tender lips, the tip of his tongue stroking along mine here and there. Teasing me as the kiss began to deepen sucking and licking at my lips and tongue.. 

Everything else faded away in that one moment, and I was lost..I wanted him like I'd never wanted a man before. Riding high on a sea of pleasure, gentleness and desire, his lips stroking and fanning that need inside of me, causing the flames to roar to life. 

Whimpering softly, feeling lost as his lips left mine, only to shiver and moan, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, hands sliding into his thick black hair, as his lips found my neck. Chills racing down my spine as the tip of his tongue made tracks up and down the side of my neck. Unable to stop myself from gasping and holding him tighter, as he started sucking on the sensitive skin of my throat, along the side of my neck, my earlobe. It felt like his lips and hands were everywhere at once, my body tingling, trembling.

He groaned softly as I felt his hands gliding over the small of my back. He knew what this did to me, I'd told him myself, my body squirming, jumping, pressing against his, whimpering heatedly in his arms. His fingers tracing along the delicate skin, making me want to climb the walls. 

With a devilish chuckle he lifted my shirt and I groaned in delight as his warm, large, slightly calloused hands brushed against my flesh. His fingers finding an ultra sensitive spot, I squealed and buried my face against his shoulder, trembling and gasping in his arms uncontrollably. Oh he was so delightfully devilish....

"You're so hot... so sweet.." 

He began nibbling along my throat, until he found the slight hollow at the base. His tongue playing against it lightly, teasingly. 

"You feel so good in my arms.. under my hands." 

As if to reiterate his last statement, his hands cupped my hips, long fingers splayed against the small of my back. Stroking, teasing lightly as I trembled harder against the length of his body.

I couldn't believe what was happening, this wasn't like me, to let someone I barely knew, touch, kiss, fondle me? My mind argued... you've known him for over three years... But online is different.. Yeah you're right.. this is real... There was no denying what the end result would be, the argument inside of me stopped right then and there. Oh... his hands and lips felt so good, I couldn't stop him... I couldn't stop myself.. even if I had wanted too. 

My hands gliding down along his broad back, tugging at his waistband, freeing the knit shirt stretched across his body. With a sigh of pleasure, my hands found his back and sides, fingertips brushing lightly against his smooth, hot skin. Giggling softly as he jumped here and there, his body reacting to my light, inquisitive touches.

With a groan, he let go of me, only long enough to pull his shirt over his head, with mine following quickly. Lifting me up into his arms, the length of my body brushing against his. Arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life as he brought us eye to eye. Moving forward slowly, he pressed against me, moaning softly as he had me pinned between him and the wall. Both hard unyielding surfaces, one ice cold, the other blazing hot, against my sensitized skin.

His head dipped down and he began kissing along the swell of my breasts. Lips and tongue dragging against the soft, round, heavy globes. My head falling back against the wall, mewling softly at the attention, feeling as though he was worshipping every inch of my body as it was revealed to him.

My knees clasped around his hips, pressing tighter, holding onto him as he shifted me, working the clasp of my bra quickly. The soft scrap of white floating to the floor unheeded as his lips brushed around my areola. Straining against him, nails digging lightly into his shoulders as he held me there, tight against the wall and his hips. His lips traveling along the softness of my skin, leaving behind heated trails as they went.

A cry of triumph coming from my parted lips as he found my nipple, flicking the tip of his tongue against the hard little bud. Taking it between his lips and suckling gently, the warmth of his mouth my undoing. My head rolling back and forth against the wall as I began to grind my hips in little circles against his. I could feel him, hard against his stomach and between my thighs, the warmth inside of me, growing into a tight ball, threatening to consume me. 

Sliding his arms around me, he pulled me closer, my legs locking around his waist as he began to carry me down the hall. My bedroom door standing open, he only hesitated for a minute, when he looked into my eyes. I could see the silent question in them as he stood there.

He knew it had been a long for me, between men. He was the first in over 10 years.. my God that made me feel even more nervous then I already was. What if I disappointed him, what if I found at the last minute I couldn't? My heart raced, pounding hard in my breast. I knew despite any fear of failure on my part, I had to try.. I needed him, wanted him.

"Please..." Swallowing hard, my breasts heaving as though it had taken all of my strength to utter that one word. 

With a groan he carried me into my room, laying me down in the center of my queen sized bed. Sliding the long length of his body against mine as he covered me. 

One knee between my thighs, his lips found and seized my nipple, tugging on it gently, before suckling it deep between his lips. A bolt of desire sizzled through my blood, so strong it left me breathless. I didn't know what kind of magic this man possessed, but he had me under his spell.

Drawing back from my nipple, I whimpered at the loss, looking up at him to see if something was wrong. What I saw took my breath away... He was staring at me, his hands poised above the button of my pants, trembling. 

My heart soared as I lay there watching him, breathing in ragged gasps. My fingers gliding along his shoulders, pressing into the warm, tight skin, massaging and stroking the hard muscle beneath my palms. I don't know if it was my touch that urged him on, but I watched as his hands moved to undo my jeans. 

He splayed a hand against my belly, pushing the material out of his way, simply stroking as far as my jeans would allow his questing fingers to go. Lifting my hips for him, our eyes met, naked desire and animal need in his, I could see how hard it was for him to hold himself back. I now knew the trembling in his hands was from the want, the longing he had for me. He was holding himself back, a tight leash on the animal inside of him as he did his best not to scare me with his lust and need for possession.


One Night Ch. 01-02







One Night Ch. 01-02



"Yeah, that one."

I managed to stop snickering and finally sighed, enjoying the sensation of his body against mine. How many Decembers had I stood outside alone, waiting for my future to come rolling in and sweep me off my feet? I never knew that it would be a New Year's Eve "party" that would finally bring me that future.

For a brief moment, I had to suppress a snicker as I recalled the lyrics of one Blue October song: "18th Floor Balcony." It was a beautiful little ballad about two lovers standing on a balcony, realizing what they meant to one another.   "Three minutes," came Jake's voice from behind me, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Three more minutes left in this year. I saw some of the best—and worst—moments of my life this year. I figured out that I was beautiful, I started a band, I made some amazing friends, I wrote some pretty damn good stories, I overcame so many fears, I had some breathtaking fun, I learned so much... and I think I finally won over my true love," I said, turning in his embrace to look at him.

"Sam, I told you," whispered Jake, "I'm not sure if I am in love with you."

"Doesn't matter if you're sure or not," I said, smiling sweetly. "I can feel it in your touch, hear it in your voice: You love me. And tonight, you admitted that you've felt that way for so long..."

"I am sorry I never told you how I feel," he sighed, but I placed my fingers on his lips.

"Shh, baby. Don't ever worry about that. What matters is that I'm here now and we can see what will become of whatever it is that has grown between us. I'm just thrilled that I have finally gotten this chance..."

"Sam," he whispered, leaning so close to me. I felt his breath ruffle my hair, warm in contrast with the still, frigid midnight air, as he said, "Thirty seconds."

"I'm so nervous," I said, reaching up to put my arms around his neck.

"Why?"

"'Cause I've never kissed anyone before. How will I know I'm not screwing up?"

"'Cause I'm gonna show you how," murmured Jake, bringing his mouth so close to mine that I thought our lips would touch.

With a whimper, I asked, "How long now?"

"Five... four... three... two..." he whispered, casting a glance at the phone in his hand where it rested on my shoulder.

"Happy New Year, baby," I whispered, leaning toward him.

Setting his phone on the railing as cries of mirth and the rumble of fireworks and gunfire in the distance marked the change of the clock, Jake whispered, "Happy New Year, Sam," and our lips met.

I moaned against his mouth as a very different kind of pyrotechnics erupted from somewhere deep inside my body, burning my skin where he touched me. I had never felt anything like that kiss, but I had so often imagined it, or dreamed of it. Now, feeling the warm, loving arms of the man I desired wrapped so tightly around me, I knew I had found happiness.

Giving in to his urging, I opened my mouth, feeling his tongue slip between my lips. All the times I had thought about what I would do when I kissed someone flew away on the gentle but cold breeze now drifting down from the hills. It finally occurred to me to kiss him back, but I wasn't sure how. Acting on a whim, I slid my tongue past his into the warm wetness of his mouth, tasting him for the first time.

He too moaned as we stood there in the freezing-cold wind of a new January. But I didn't feel cold. I felt his body, hard and warm, against mine, felt his hands—his left in the small of my back, his right cupping my cheek, turning my mouth into his—holding me tight, felt his soft, warm lips pressed so firmly against mine.

After what felt like the longest, sweetest year of my life, Jake broke the kiss, leaning back and opening his eyes to meet mine. I realized I was smiling like an idiot, but he didn't seem to mind; he too wore a very goofy grin.

"How was your first kiss, Sam?" he asked, running his thumb across my cheek.

"Better than anything I have ever imagined, Jake," I replied, trying hard to suppress the whimper in my voice as I did so.

"Sam," he breathlessly said, "when do you have to be home?"

"My folks'll be in bed. They won't know I haven't came home 'til about nine tomorrow..." I said, gazing at him with the wickedest smile I could.

"Oh, God," he whimpered.

"May I stay?" I asked, slipping my hands down his waist to slip inside the back pockets of his jeans.

"Only if... if you want to," whispered Jake, goosebumps arising on his skin as he did so.

"Do you want me to?" I asked, still smiling.

"More than anything."

"This would be my first time... Help me make it right, please. And, Jake?"

"Uh-huh?"

"It won't be your first, will it?"

"I'm sorry."

"That's okay," I said, smiling at him, more sweetly this time. "I only want you, so nothing else matters."

"Sam... are you sure I'm the one you want to spend your first... night... with?" he asked, holding my face in his hands.

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life," I whispered, taking his face in my hands as well and bringing our mouths together once again.

As the fire of desire passed from my mouth into his, Jake reached behind me to pick up his cell phone. I heard the little be-doop as he turned it off and, still keeping our mouths pressed tightly together, he began to guide me back inside.

One-handed, he slid the patio door shut behind us and we continued into the living room. But sadly, he had to break the kiss so he could turn off the radio and all the lights.

In the second that we were no longer connected, I ducked out of his arms and ran toward the kitchen. Jake, catching on quickly, pursued me there and grabbed my wrists, pinning me against the fridge.

"Why do you want to escape?" he whined, kissing me again.

"Because I thought you'd like a chase..." I replied, smiling that wicked smile again.

With a little moan, he let me go and I took off running, Jake right behind me. Catching me again, he pinned me in the doorway of the bedroom and nuzzled my neck.

"Last chance to escape for real," he whispered, pressing his lips to my collarbone.

"Why in God's name would I do that?" I deadpanned, bending down to kiss his cheek.

"Sam," he whimpered, not sure of what to say.

"I want you and only you. Do you have any idea what I would do just to stay here tonight?"

"I have a few ideas," he said, finally grinning again.

"Wanna see if they're right?"

"When did you become such a flirt, Sam? So sexual?"

"When a night with you came into play."

"You've er, thought about this a lot, huh?"

"Sad to say, baby, but yeah. I'm in love with you. And, unless I'm more insane than I first considered, I have loved you since the day I was born. I was put here to love you, 'cause I sure as hell can't seem to do anything else that feels as right as this..."

"Sam, I want to be your first. Let me make this the best night of your life... Help me make sure it never ever ends..."

The smile fading from my lips, I took his hand and led him into his own bedroom. It was small, and a little cluttered with dirty clothes and a few leftover boxes from his recent move, but warm and cozy. The bed was a big, comfy queen-size, and it looked soft, inviting and comfortable, so I gently pushed Jake back on it so that he was sitting on the edge.

"Oh, Sam," he moaned as I climbed into his lap, resting my knees on either side of his hips.

Slowly, he slid his hands up, from my ankles, to my hips and to my shoulders, holding me there. As his breath picked up, revealing his own desperation, almost equal to mine, I licked my lips and bent down to kiss him.

As he moaned, enjoying my new daring approach, I let go of his arms and reached down to lift my shirt up over my head, breaking the kiss for a moment. When I had tossed the soft cotton unceremoniously to the floor, Jake leaned back, gasping as he saw me.

"Oh, God... You're... Oh, Sam..."

"Coherency is vital, Jake..." I said, giggling.

Feeling the rush and heat of desire radiating out from my center, I took his head in my hands and drew his face toward me. Instinctively knowing what I wanted, he pressed his lips to the smooth place between my breasts, only partially obscured by the white lace of my bra.

I closed my eyes and sighed, at a loss for words to describe how it felt being that close to him. He smiled against my skin as he reached around to unhook my bra.

"Not yet," I said, pushing him away.

He moaned again, this time in frustration, and said, "You're fucking with me, Sam..."

"No, Jake. I do believe that I am gonna fuck you. There is a difference."

"Oh, fuck me," he whimpered, grabbing me and falling back on the bed with me on top of him.

I licked my lips again, enjoying the look in his eyes whenever I did so, and slowly drew my hands up his neck to his face, sliding his glasses down his nose.

"You have such beautiful eyes," I whispered, pressing gentle kisses to each of them in turn.

"Yours are beautiful-er," he said, taking my glasses off, too.

I grinned and then giggled as I felt the warm tender kisses all over my face.

Desire, hot and dangerous, flared inside me and I knew my life would be forever changed by the next morning. But I didn't care. Nothing mattered—nothing had ever mattered—except Jake and my finally getting to love him.

Our mouths met again, more urgency blooming with each kiss. I had never wanted anyone like I wanted him and I could only hope he wanted me just half as much.

"I need you, Sam," he whispered, nuzzling my cheek.

"I need you more than you'll ever know, but please, do me one favor, Jake..."

"Anything."

"Let me take this is as slow as I need to, okay?"

"Your first is scary... I remember. Of course, Sam," he sighed, stroking my face with his fingertips. "I'd love for this feeling to last all night..."

As his hands cupped my face, he drew his thumb across my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips, now parted in desperate desire. With a sly grin, though, I opened my mouth and took his thumb between my lips. A tiny whimper escaped his mouth, but he let me continue.

"You like that?" I asked, sitting up on his belly as I took his hand in both of mine. He nodded and I said, "Good, 'cause this is something I've been wanting to do for a damn long time..."

"What're you gonna...?" Jake started to say, but his voice faded as I pressed his fingertips to my lips.

Starting with his index finger, I pressed slow, tender kisses to each of his fingers, opening my mouth just a bit more with each one. I kissed the open palm of his hand, drawing my lips down to his wrist where I then very slowly drew my tongue partially down his arm, blowing cool air on the dampness I left behind. Jake moaned, dropping his head back on the bed, losing himself in desire.

"Sam..." he started to say, but I interrupted him.

"I'm not through..."

"Oh, God..."

I licked back up to his hand, lapping slowly at the soft, pale skin of his palm, and then took his index finger into my mouth, sucking on it and very gently biting it. I felt his chest rising and falling under me as he breathed harder and harder. Not exactly wanting to stop, I gave his wrist a final French kiss and let go.

"Dear God," sighed Jake, his body relaxing for a moment under mine.

"Did you like that?" I asked, pressing the palms of my hands flat against his chest.

"Yes... It was amazing. I actually almost... er... Well, you're amazing."

Giggling, I climbed off of him and he moved, lying back on the pillow and looking expectantly up at me. I grinned and crawled over to him, my eyes only briefly lighting on the hardness behind the front of his jeans. When our eyes met, I realized we were both flushed, but we didn't seem to care.

"Can I take your shirt off?" I asked. "There's something else I wanna do..."

"Keep this up, Sam, and I won't ever let you go home," he replied, reaching up to run his long, sexy fingers through my hair. "You're doing things to me that I never even knew could feel good... Go ahead, strip me naked. I am all yours..."

With a naughty smile, I slipped my hands under the hem of the soft, grey t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Jake sat up for a second so it would come off then he collapsed back on the pillow. I threw his shirt over the edge of the bed and pressed my lips to his, kissing him even harder than before. We both sort of whimpered and he gently rested his hands on the firm roundness of my butt.

"Oh, I ought to take my jeans off so I can feel your hands on me while I do this to you," I muttered, straightening.

"Lemme help," Jake gasped, reaching up to undo the pewter buckle of my silver guitar-print belt.

I gasped as he jerked the tight denim off of my skinny hips, revealing the white Victoria's Secret bikini beneath. I flopped off of him for a moment so I could tug the jeans down my thighs. When I was left dressed in nothing but my white bra and panties, I straddled him again.

"What're you gonna do?" he asked again, his face clouding for just a moment with apprehension.

"Nothing special," I said, grinning impishly.

I kissed his lips for a very brief moment, and then drew my lips down his neck, lapping at his collarbone, one of the sexiest parts of anyone's body, in my opinion. He lightly rested his hands on the backs of my thighs as I did this, gasping for air. I smiled at the fact that I could do this to him, arouse him that much, drive him that close to...

Opening my mouth, I slowly drew my tongue down his chest, licking at his smooth, golden skin like a dog. Desire had overcome me, driving any and all rational thought from my mind so that all I could think of doing was pleasing Jake.

As I went lower, he slowly brought his hands up, first to my hips, then to my back, pressing his fingertips into me when I did something particularly well.

When my wet kisses had reached the waistband of his jeans, I stopped, slowly slipping my tongue under the edge of the rough fabric.

"Don't stop," he whimpered beneath me.

"I will. For now."

"Oh, no... No, no, no, Sam. Keep going. Keep going, please," he gasped, gently digging his fingernails into the delicate white skin of my legs.

"Well, if you insist."

With the nimble fingers of a guitar player, I undid his belt and the button of his jeans, pausing before I slid the zipper down. Jake moaned, pressing his hands firmly against my back, urging me on, so I unzipped the jeans, incrementally hitching them further down his hips.

Finally tiring of my delay, he reached down and took the pants off himself, tossing them aside. I grinned at his desperation, amazed that I could do that to him.

"Stop grinning like that, please," he sighed, putting his hands back on my shoulders. "I am begging you now to touch me, Sam. You've pushed me this far... Turning me on without a thought of what it was doing to me. Please, just let me feel your hands on me... please..."

With a knowing smile, I gently brushed my fingers across the thin white fabric that was all that lay between me and Jake. I had never touched a man and frankly, had no clue what to do. But I knew that instincts always kicked in at times like these, and, as Jake moaned beneath me, I knew I would find a way to make him happy. I slid my hands under the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down.

"Oh, dear God..." he gasped, looking down at me as I very gently took him in my fingertips.

"Tell me what you want," I said, smiling at him.

"I don't know exactly," he said, his eyes popping. "But I think you will..."

Biting back a giggle, I took him in my mouth, sliding my tongue along underneath. He felt so good to me, so hard and hot against my lips; the taste of his flesh was like nothing I had ever imagined. I then wondered how I could ever consider myself gay—like I did over the last summer.

"Oh, God... God this is... oh..." he cried.

Jake kept whimpering and moaning incoherencies as I pleased him, licking underneath him and pressing hot kisses against his body. I felt his fingernails in my flesh as I nipped at the end and he gasped, "Oh, not so hard, please..."

"You don't like it that hard?"

He shook his head, closing his eyes as I sucked on him, losing myself in the fact that I was causing him so very many different kinds of pleasure and pain.

"I'm gonna stop now," I said, pulling back. "I want this to wait until... well, later, okay?"

"If you must," he sighed, clearly disappointed at the loss of contact.

"I thought you wanted to make this feeling last all night?" I said, grinning coyly at him.

"That was before you... you... before you touched me, Sam."

"You liked it all, then?"

"Oh, very, very much so."

"Then, do you suppose you could show me some of that same pleasure?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh-huh," he whimpered, taking in my partially-covered body.

Giggling, I pushed him out of my way and laid down where he had been, reaching my arms up to touch his face.

"Take me," I said, my voice somber.

"Yes'm."

"My bra first," I gasped, feeling the heat from his hands as he slid them around me.

I put my arms around his neck to hold me up as he undid the clasp. I then lay back down as he held the soft lace against his chest for a moment, gazing at my bare breasts, the cool air of his room making my nipples stiff.

"I'm sorry I'm not... not very pretty. I'm sorry my breasts aren't very big..." I said, feeling guilty that my body wasn't supermodel-perfect.

"Shut up," whispered Jake, pressing his lips to mine. "You are one of the most beautiful women alive—inside and out. Don't ever doubt that you're sexy, Sam, ever. You drive me crazy. And so what if you're not a thirty-six double D? You're still sexy, gorgeous and are turning me on big time right now, okay?"

"I'm gonna cry if you don't shut up, Jake," I said, giggling.

With a smile that I realized I had never seen before, one so sweet and tender, he bent down and pressed a kiss between my breasts. A sigh escaped my mouth and he slowly brought the kiss up to my left breast. Gently cupping my right in his left hand and holding on to my shoulder with his right, Jake opened his mouth and took my nipple in his lips, drawing a moan from deep within me. I wrapped my arms around him, bringing his face closer to me, and pressed a sloppy kiss against his hair.

"Oh, God, how I want you," I whimpered, never before knowing what it felt like to have a man please me like that.

"I want you more," he sighed, slowly slipping further down my body to lap at the hollow of my hips, just above my panties.

"Take me," I said again, raising my hips so he could take my underwear off.

Gasping, Jake slid the panties down, revealing to him the part of me that no one had ever touched before. I kicked the white cotton from around my ankles and very slightly spread my legs, showing him how much I wanted him—needed him.

"I'm yours, Jake," I whispered, taking his hands in mine to press against my belly. "Show me pleasure like I never knew... please..."

"Gladly, Sam..."

A seductive smile parting his lips, Jake bent over me, gently pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. One kiss at a time, he made his way up to my... up to me. Sliding his tongue along the tender flesh of my body, he tasted the wetness that flowed from within me.

"Your honey tastes so sweet, Sam," he whispered, lapping at me.

"Shh, don't call it that," I sighed, taking his head in my hands. "Sounds dirty... Give it a sweeter name, like rain or something."

"Rain..." he repeated, slowing his pace. "Perfect. Beautiful. Romantic... Like you. Sam, I wanna drown in your rain..."

"You may if you keep pleasing me like this."

I then loudly gasped as his tongue flicked over the tenderness of a certain spot.

"Oh, sorry, did I touch something?" he asked, grinning wickedly up at me.




One Night Ch. 01-02



"Uh-huh..."

"Want me to stop touching it?"

"No..."

I whimpered as he did it again... And again and again and again...

"Jake!" I cried. "It feels so damn good, baby..."

"Tell me you like it, please."

"Baby, I love it."

Parting me with his fingers, Jake drew his mouth slowly down to my center, sliding his tongue inside me.

"Oh, sweet God," I moaned, gripping his face and pressing him harder against me. "Deeper, please..."

He lapped at me inside, moaning a little as my desire flowed over him. I couldn't help but call his name as he brought me closer and closer until...

"Don't stop!" I cried, frustrated as he left me.

"I want this to wait until... well, later, okay?" he said, grinning mischievously at me.

"You are evil," I sighed, catching my breath.

Teasing, we had each brought the other to the brink of oblivion, and then cruelly ripped them back into reality. But Jake was only retaliating to what I had done earlier.

"Fine. Later," I finally said, reaching up to wipe my rain off his mouth. "Come inside me."

"Is that a demand?"

"No. It's a plea. Please, come inside me. No one but me has ever been there..."

"No one but you, huh?" he said, still grinning.

"Don't make fun of me, Jake. No way in hell you can tell me you've never made love to yourself in pure desperate loneliness," I sighed, pursing my lips.

"Almost every night," Jake deadpanned.

"But neither of us ever have to do that again," I said, smirking up at him. "We have a real lover to call our own..."

"I want to sleep with you... When this is over, you will stay with me?"

"As long as you'll let me, baby," I said, brushing what might have been tears from the corners of his eyes. "Now, I want you inside me..."

With a little moan of lust, Jake lay down on top of me, wrapping his arms around my body and drawing me as close to him as he could. I whimpered as our bodies collided, welcoming his weight all over me, his arms around me, his lips on my ear, his love so close to me...

"Jake—inside me. I am begging you!" I cried, arching my back so my hips pressed against his.

"When I feel like it," he whispered, kissing down from my ear, to my neck and to my collarbone.

"You're the one fucking with me, now," I growled, pressing my fingertips into his back.

"No. Shortly, I am gonna all out fuck you, Sam. Big difference."

"Stop talking, you ass," I said, grinning before I kissed him hard and passionately.

Jake whimpered against my mouth and I reached down to finger him, eliciting a pained moan from him. Ignoring his hand creeping down to stop me, I brought him inside me. It didn't hurt since I had been there many times, but it was a shock. I had never before felt anything inside me like him, like his love. I ached so that I broke the kiss to call his name, begging him to stroke me.

"Fuck me, Jake," I whimpered, kissing his cheek as he pressed his hips to mine, going deeper inside me than I knew was possible.

"That's not how you like it, though, is it?" he asked, stroking the side of my face with tender, loving fingers. "You want it slow and easy, so tender you could cry, right?"

"Uh-huh," I murmured, holding back tears.

I never actually believed I would get to make Jake mine. Yes, I had dreamed of it many times and spent many an hour blissfully imagining it—he was, in fact, the fantasy I masturbated to—but I never knew I would get to hold him, feel him inside me, pleasing me so.

"I'll make love to you like you always imagined, Sam... Slow, but hard, right? Deep and then deeper, stroking your very heart and soul, right?"

"You can read my mind?"

"Your body. I can tell. That's who you are. A hopeless romantic who wants it to be like a fairy tale..."

"Jake... however you do it, please do it now. I'm not sure how much longer I can last..." I begged, arching my back again.

"You think it's hard for you? I've never gone this long..." he said, grinning again.

"Please," I whispered, begging for him.

Placing firm hands on the curve where my neck joined my shoulder, Jake drew back then slowly fell into me, pressing his body as hard against me as possible. I threw my head back and moaned as he did it again.

"Harder, Jake, harder!" I whimpered, feeling that oblivion once more creep closer.

I felt him, so deep inside me, stroking the deepest part of me. I wondered if he was enjoying it as much as me, I wondered if I pleased him the way he was pleasing me...

"I love you, Sam," he finally whispered, pressing a lustful kiss to my ear as he paused his rhythm.

I moaned when he stopped, but felt tears come to my eyes as his words sank in. Were those simply words uttered in the heat of desire? Or did he mean it? Did Jake love me the way I had always hoped? At the moment, it didn't matter either way.

"I love you, too!" I gasped, taking his face in my hands so I could kiss him. "I have always loved you, Jake... Do you mean it?"

"Uh-huh," he whimpered, pulling back to start fucking me again. "More than anything. Sorry it took me so long..."

"Shut up and fuck me, Jake," I said, kissing all over his face. "I love you—and need you—so much more than you will ever know..."

Tears fell freely from my eyes as he stroked me, over and over again. Each time bringing us both closer to that moment we both were screaming for.

"Harder, Jake," I moaned, arching my back to match his rhythm and perhaps thrill him as much as he thrilled me.

Fire burning deep down in my body, I moaned and whimpered, aching in places I didn't know I had. I felt the heat between our bodies intensify with each breathtaking stroke. Even Jake kept closing his eyes and moaning.

Through the sounds of love that came from my throat, I managed to whimper, "Are... are you... c—close... Jake?"

"Yeah," he murmured, nuzzling my neck again. "You?"

I nodded, unable to form words as I teetered on the edge of that fabled oblivion. Jake, so deep inside me now, was stroking a part of me I never knew a man could reach. A part of me that gave such blissful pleasure that it hurt and just when I thought I was about to come...

"Oh, Sam!" he cried, squeezing me tightly. "I—I love you... Sam..."

I felt him suddenly shudder and I realized he had come, pouring himself into me. Trembling, he moaned in pure bliss, but didn't stop stroking me, waiting for me to finish.

"Once more, and harder," I begged, thrusting my hips hard against his.

He nodded and did as I asked, kissing my lips one last time.

In one beautiful stroke, I toppled over the edge, falling with Jake into the bliss only love like that could bring. I cried out, moaning as loudly as my throat would allow.

"Jake!" I moaned, squeezing him as he had done me. "Oh, God... Jake!"

One more stroke and I felt the brilliant white light of the orgasm slowly fade, revealing Jake's beautiful face to me, shining with his sweat as he grinned, holding me against him.

"Oh my God," I gasped, clinging to him as my whole body trembled. "Oh my God..."

He giggled as we clung to one another, both of us tumbling down from the beautiful peak we had reached. I loved that giggle.

"Sam," he said, his pretty mouth parted in such a sweet, childish smile, "you were amazing. This was the best! I love you so much..."

I leaned up and kissed him, unable to think of words to convey how I felt at that moment, hoping the kiss would do it better.

With another giggle, Jake broke the kiss, nuzzling my neck. I adored that sweet, innocent side of him: the giggles, the hugs, the giddy joy he sometimes displayed; he was like a child in so many endearing ways.

And he was mine in so many intimate ways.

"Kiss me again, Jake. It's all I can do to keep from drowning in this..."

He didn't hesitate; he took my face in his hands and brought our mouths together in another tender, but still passionate, kiss. His tongue found mine and sort of lapped all around it, drawing a moan from deep within me.

Pulling back, though, he said, "I'm not ready to start this over, Sam... Aren't you tired?"

"I'm sorry. I am, I just... I'm just afraid of falling asleep. What if I wake up in my bed and find it was all a dream?" I said, looking down at his sweet face.

"It's real, Sam. Real. You are real, I am real... this night was real. Believe it, baby."

I finally smiled again, wrapping my arms around him and rolling so we were beside each other. Only briefly did I mourn the loss of our connection as I nestled myself under his left arm and rested my head on his chest. He wasn't what one could call buff, but I thought his hard, smooth, tan chest was perfect; I had always thought him beautiful and hadn't seen anything tonight to counter that notion.

Beneath my head, his heartbeat slowly returned to normal, the rush of love over. I watched as his chest rose and fell as he sighed so contently. A glance upwards showed that he was gazing lovingly at me.

"Stop staring, you're making me blush."

"I like making you blush, Sam... I like making you do a lot of things..."

"I liked making you beg for more," I said, grinning wickedly.

"Well, no complaints here. What are the odds of you and me sneaking to the bathroom for a quickie next time you're at my store?"

"You dirty bastard," I growled, failing to suppress the satisfied grin on my face.

"You know you wanna try it."

"Actually, yes. But long before you suggested it... Before, even, I told you I like you..."

Jake's eyes bugged out as the realization of what I meant hit him.

"You dirty-ass slut," he said, giggling like a little girl. "I could have had you any time, huh?"

"All you had to do was say the word," I sighed, ashamed of my own weakness—him.

"Sam," he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead, "don't ever change. This world will change around you and people will change, your feelings and needs will change but please, always remain the woman you are now. It is she I fell in love with and she who clearly has the world wrapped around her finger. Everyone adores you—especially me. I have never met anyone quite like you and I thank you for being you. Just promise me you'll always be you..."

"I wouldn't change for the world," I said, grinning as I tilted my head down to kiss his tummy. "But there are aspects of my personality I wish I could change..."

"Like what?" asked Jake, looking rather surprised.

"Like how selfish and shallow I am—"

"You're not selfish—"

"Yes I am."

"—or shallow, Sam, you're—"

"I'm not perfect."

"Exactly, so don't ever expect to be perfect. We're all selfish and hateful sometimes. Great thing about love is that it doesn't matter. I'll always love you no matter what wrongs you occasionally do. So will your mom, your sister and your dad, the people who are your real friends. You're an amazing person and just because you sometimes display undesirable traits doesn't mean you're a bad person—oh... I get it."

I snickered as Jake realized something I had been trying to pound into his head for ages. He thought he was selfish and cold and bad, and I believe I'd just cured him of it.

"Well," he sighed, grinning, "let's call it even, okay? Neither of us is perfect, but we both try and hell, we love each other, so it doesn't matter either way."

"Bingo," I said, stifling a yawn.

"Sleepy, Sam?"

"Uh-huh..."

"All I ask is that you be there when I wake up..."

I raised myself on my elbow to look down at him. He was smiling sweetly up at me, his eyes still shiny. It was then that it hit me what I had just done.

"Oh, God," I whispered, turning from him and sitting up.

"What's wrong, Sam?" he asked, reaching up to press his hands against my shoulder blades. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I sighed, hugging my knees as my face flushed several different shades of pink.

"No you're not. Did I say something? Hurt you?"

"No, I just... I can't believe this actually happened. I never knew either of us was capable of all the things we did tonight. I mean, I fantasized about you! How could it be that I actually laid down with you and cried out for you to fuck me?"

With the giggle that always makes me question his sexuality, Jake said, "But we are capable. That's the thing about being human. We all need the same things: food, sleep, water, air, love—in all its many fine forms—and we are bound by our human limitations. You and I are no different from any other pair of animals on this planet. Nor are we any different from any given pair of lovers. We're madly in love with one another apparently; we have a right to fuck. But it wasn't fucking, Sam..."

"It wasn't?" I deadpanned. "Sure felt like it to me."

"I mean, like when you said to say 'rain' instead of 'honey,' that's sort of how I see loving and fucking. Fucking is something you do in a cheap motel room with a perfect stranger. Loving is what you and I did... and oh, how we did do it..."

Caving in and looking over my shoulder at Jake, a few more tears slid down my cheeks. Behind me, he was laying on his side, inching closer. He looked up at me and smiled sweetly, making me ache again.

"You have a way of saying things, Jake," I said, smiling back.

"Thanks," he replied, nuzzling me in the small of my back.

As a shudder tumbled down my spine, I tossed my head back and sighed. Jake slowly drew his fingertips down from my shoulders to where his lips were now brushing against my bottom.

"You're skin's so soft, Sam," he whispered, clearly exhausted as his eyelids drooped.

He tasted my skin for just a little bit longer before he sat up and put his arms around me, kissing the back of my neck. I couldn't help but let out a tiny squeak of pleasure; the back of my neck was a very sensitive, sensual part of my body.

"Oh, Jake," I cooed, lolling my head back on his shoulder. "That feels so good... Oh, but if you keep this up, baby, I'm gonna get all turned on again..."

"Then I should keep it up, right?"

With a soft laugh I said, "But aren't you tired?"

"Exhausted, Sam," said Jake with a sigh. "But for you, I'd stay up all night..."

I giggled as his breath ruffled the soft curls of my hair that fell on my neck, tickling me. He giggled too and softly blew on me again, stirring my hair.

"I love you, Jake, and I don't wanna keep you up all night. Can I love you again in the morning?"

"I've never loved in the morning," he said, leaning around me to look at my face. "I'll bet it's amazing..."

"Same as loving at night accept we can see one another. Oh shit."

"What?"

"I don't want you to see me in the daylight..."

"Shut up, Sam, you're gorgeous," Jake purred, nuzzling my shoulder. "Besides, I can see you fine with the streetlights shining in. You're still beautiful."

"You're either the sweetest man alive or the greatest liar ever born," I said, shaking my head.

"Come lay down with me, Sam. I'm so tired and all I can think about right now is how it would feel to fall asleep in your arms. You're so amazing..."

I turned in place and smiled at him, leaning close enough to brush the tip of my nose across his cheek. He did the same, only he added a soft kiss to my chin.

"I love you, Jake," I said, letting him pull me down on top of him.

"I love you even more," he replied, holding me down so I couldn't move.

I rested my chin on his chest and stared up at him, simply in awe of the fact that I was there in his arms, in his bed. He grinned, staring back at me, and giggled.

"I love the way you laugh," I said, folding my arms under my chin. His face flushed a little and I added, "I love the way you smile, the way you talk. I love the way you make love and the way you touch me. I love the way you look in this darkened room and I love the way you look in the cold lighting of your store, smiling at me from behind that counter. I love every damned thing about you, Jake. I never knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love you."

The grin disappeared from his face as Jake opened his mouth to say something. He paused though, seemingly unable to find the words. Instead, his face darkened as tears formed at the corners of his eyes. He hastily blinked and wiped away the moisture, stifling a whimper.

"Jake!" I cried, reaching to take his face in my hands. "I'm sorry! What'd I say, baby? Don't cry, please. I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"Hush, Sam. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"What's wrong, Jake? Tell me."

He shook his head and, putting his arms back around me, said, "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that... well, what you said. It's so... so... so sweet. I never knew anyone could love me like that. I always believed that all I did was hurt people, make them wish I would go, but you... You honestly care about me beyond any caring I have ever known. I don't deserve to be as happy as I am now... with you..."

"Oh, Jake," I cooed, inching further up his body so I could kiss him. I pressed my lips firmly against his and kissed him like he had kissed me that first time. When I finally broke the kiss, I said, "Don't ever doubt your worth, Jake. You're the world to me and you make me happier than I have ever been. For as long as I remember, you have been the one thing that has kept me alive. When I fall asleep at night, it's you I think of; you're the thing I dream of and long for. You're my naughty fantasy and my fairytale dream. You're everything to me. You're my everything, Jake."

"Sam," he whimpered, gazing up at me as his eyes continued to shine. "Don't ever leave me. I need you. You're the first person to ever make me feel like this. And you'll surely be the last. Please, please don't go..."

"Never," I sighed, nuzzling the side of his face. "I'll stay here 'til you're sick and tired of me."

"That will be one hell of a long time."

"Thank you for letting me share the new year with you, thank you for letting me share your bed and thank you, Jake, for being my first," I said, unable to tear my eyes from his, so deep and clear.

"Thanks for letting me be the first... I've never been anyone's first before."

I felt myself blush as I grinned up at him, exhaustion overtaking me. With a yawn, I muttered, "I'm so tired, Jake..."

"It's the middle of the damn night," he said, snickering. "It's no wonder."

"Hold me 'til I'm asleep, Jake," I begged, already beginning to doze in the warm comfort of his arms.

"What if I want to hold you longer?" he said, tilting his head down to kiss the top of mine.

"Don't ever let me go," I sighed, not knowing what else he said as I felt the darkness close in and I lost all conscious thought. 



One Night Ch. 01: Trip to the Club



"Come on girl!! You ready Yet?" Emma my best friend yells. We are going to a night club and I have been in my room for 30 minutes trying to decide which dress I want to wear. Plus I really don't want to go but its Emma's birthday so I promised her.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming. Just give me a second!" I reply just sitting on the bed still in my bra and underwear.

"I already gave you a second I'm coming in to help you." She says opening my bedroom door. I quickly stand up and cover my bra and underwear with the blanket. "Oh come on! You still haven't combed your hair or picked out your dress! 

Seriously there is no need to cover anything up. It is nothing I haven't ever seen before." She says casually as she pulls the blankets off. She is wearing a hot pink, tight, dress with one long sleeve and it goes about 6 inches under her ass. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a sexy messed up bun.

"Ugh fine." I reply walking to the bathroom to brush my dark brown hair. When I walk back into my room. Emma Is holding up a dress and has a sexy face. "Hell no! That dress is way too sexy!!" I say.

"That is exactly what you need!!" She says. 

"Pwease wear it for me???" she says with a pouty face. Ugh I hate it when she does that face! It is so hard to say no to!

"Fine! But only because it's your birthday!" I say walking over to her and slipping the dress on. When it is on She gives me a cat call.

"You look sexy girl!!" she says. I walk over to the full length mirror in my room. I am wearing a black strapless dress that is super tight against my body! It shows off my curves perfectly. It has a low dip in the back, cut strips on each side and goes 3 inches under my ass! I do look sexy! Now all I have to do is fix my hair.

"Thanks." I say walking back to the bathroom to curl my straight dark brown hair.

When I get done curling it, it goes right to my breasts. I walk out to Emma and her mouth is open. So I just walk past her and close it. I grab the black heels from the closet and slip them on. When I stand up I am 4 inches taller. Emma walks up behind me and spanks my ass.

"I'm so jealous of your ass!!" She says with a smirk.

"Well play with your own ass!" I say laughing.

"Are you ready to go???" Emma asks anxiously.

"Yeah but one sec I got something for you." I say reaching into my bag. I pull out this small crown and hand it to her. "Here you go birthday girl." 

She jumps up and down saying thank you. Then she puts it on. "Oh crap just give me some time to do my makeup. I'll be done very soon." I say rushing to the bathroom. 

"Katie!!" She yells annoyed.

I put on some mascara that makes my blue eyes pop! Then I put on foundation, blush, and hot red lipstick. Then I walk back out to Emma.

"See it didn't take that long!" I say grabbing the small hand bag that matches my dress. We walk out of the house together. We are lucky because we live just down the street from the Night Club. 

When we get there we show the bouncers our ID and go inside. I'm older than Emma by 2 years. She just turned 21 today so she is now able to go into the club legally. When we step inside, The music is blaring, the lights are low, the bar is lit with neon blue lights, people are grinding against each other on the dance floor, and some are making out on the sides. We walk over to the bar and sit on the stools. The bartender nods telling us he will take our orders soon. Emma and 

I just start talking loud enough so we can hear each other over the music.

"What are you going to get for your first alcoholic drink?" I ask.

"A couple shots of tequila. I'm gonna get drunk tonight Katie!!"

"You going to be crazy tonight?" I ask.

"Hell yeah!!" we both start laughing. The bartender comes over and takes our order.

"A couple shots of tequila for my friend please!" I shout so he can hear me. He nods and gets Emma a couple shots. She takes the shot in her hand and takes a deep breath. Then she takes it. She coughs laughing.

"That wasn't so bad!" She says.

"Yup you didn't cough your brains out!" I reply with a smile. She takes one more shot. "So how do you feel?" 

"I feel great!!" she says. The bartender comes over and gives us both a glass of gin.

"It's from the two guys over there." The bartender says pointing over to the corner of the bar where there are two guys with a couple girls around them. I nod and the bartender walks away. 

"What do you think? Should we drink it?" I ask Emma.

"Well of course! They seem nice." She says gulping down the drink before I can stop her. She sets the glass down coughing. 

"EMMA!! Are you really that stupid?! It isn't a shot! It was a glass!! Jeez!" I say patting her back as her coughing slows down. Then she sits back up.

"Sorry. It is fine by the way. So drink up." She says with a smile. So I take a couple of drinks. 

"Let's go dance!!" She says jumping off her 

stool and pulling me with her out to the dance floor. We start dancing together. We are surrounded by a bunch of sweaty bodies. We are dancing in a sexy way, the kind of way that gets a guy's attention. I slide my hands up and down my body. Suddenly my backside is warm and large hands are moving my hips. I continue to dance. There is a guy behind me. Which starts to turn me on. 

"How did you like the drinks?" A low husky manly voice asks in my ear.

"It tasted okay." I say. When I look up I see Emma dancing with one of the guys from the corner of the bar that got us those drinks. I scoot up against him as close as I can and start to grind against him. He lets out a very sexy groan so I continue to grind my ass against him.

"Mmmm, you're a very naughty girl!" he says in my ear sliding his arms around me pulling me tighter against him. I wrap my arm around his neck pulling him closer to me. He starts to kiss my neck as I grind against him. The tension is heated between us. I can feel him getting exited. We are both breathing hard. 

"I am very naughty!" I say trying so hard not to moan.

"Uhhhh come home with me... please?" he asks breathing heavily in my ear. 

"Okay." I breathe out. I look up at Emma and she nods. 

"When do you want to go?" I ask. He starts to nibble on my neck making me go crazy! "Uhhhh please!" I moan.

"Mmmmm. Would you like to leave now?" he asks.

"Okay." I breathe out. 

He takes my hand and walks me out of the door. It is sunset. He walks me over to his car. It is a black sports car. He opens the passenger door for me so I get in. He closes the door and gets in the driver's side. Then he starts to drive. I look at his crotch and He is obviously still turned on and so am I! We are still breathing a little heavily. We come to a stop at a large house. It looks like a rich person lives here! He gets out and opens my door for me. I get out quickly and close the door. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him roughly. He kisses me back lifting me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. 

He continues to kiss me as he walks to the front door. He uses one hand to dig in his pocket for the house keys then he fumbles with trying to open the door. The door is opened so he walks me inside still kissing me like crazy. We get to the living room and he pushes me against the wall and starts to kiss down my neck. Then he starts to kiss my lips again. I start to unbutton his black dress shirt.

"I love kissing you! Your lips feel amazing!!" He breathes. I am having trouble with the last button so I just rip it open and his abbs are amazing!!

"Uhhhh god your sexy!!" I moan. 

"You're the sexy one." he says kissing my neck. 

His shirt is finally off. He starts to unzip my dress.

"Go to the couch." I say stopping him. He sits on the couch and I straddle his lap. He pulls my dress up and I grind against him as he unzips the side of my dress. We are both breathing heavily. 

As he pulls the top of my dress down. I am wearing a red bra with black lace and a matching thong. My dress is now around my waist and his shirt is off. He is very hard underneath me. I try to unzip his pants but he stops me so I groan. He stands up and lays me on the couch then takes my dress off and tosses it to the floor. He hovers over my body and it's like I can't even move. He is close to me. We are just looking at each other in the eyes. I don't know how but I am so turned on by this! He slowly leans down and starts to kiss me. Then he moves to my neck then down to my breasts. He lifts me off the couch a little so that he can take off my bra. As soon as my bra is off, he slips his mouth over one of my breasts and his hand over the other one. 

"Uhhhhhh!!" I moan as he plays with my breasts. Then he starts to kiss his way down further. 

"Uhhh. No please. It isn't fair! Uhh." I say squirming.

"Mmmm. What isn't fair."

"Y-you still have your p-pants on." He laughs, stands up, lifts me up into his arms, and takes me upstairs. We get into a bedroom and he sets me down on the bed. He starts walking toward me but 

I get on the ground and place my hands on the button of his dark jeans. His breath hitches as I undo his jeans and slowly pull them down. I am looking at him the whole time. He steps out of his pants and his boner is huge!! I pull his boxers down and oh my god!! It is about 7 inches and an inch thick! Wow he really is sexy!! I wrap my hand around his cock as I slip my mouth over it. He lets out a groan. I start sucking it hard and fast! Then he puts his hands on my head and thrusts deep into my mouth. He starts getting faster and faster. I can feel him getting closer. 

Suddenly he explodes deep into my mouth and I swallow everything. He pulls out of my mouth and gets on his knees.

"I'm so sorry love! Are you okay? I got carried away." He says sadly. I place my hand on his jaw.

"I'm fine. You taste amazing!!" I reply standing up. He picks me up and lays me on the bed then pulls my thong off. Then he gets on his knees but I stop him. "Please! Please fuck me!" I plead. He smiles and straddles my body. He leans down and starts to kiss me. Then I feel the tip of his cock nudging my core. 

"Uhhhh please don't tease me." 

"Mmmmm but your so sexy its hard not to."

"Please." I beg. He slowly enters me. "Uhhhhhh." He starts going in and out slowly. "Please."

"Mmmm Please what?"

"Faster."

"You tell me what you want me to do or else I won't do it."

"Fuck me harder, faster, deeper! Please!"

"God that is sexy!" he says starting to fuck me faster, harder and deeper. 

"Uhhhhh. Yeah!"

"I-I think I'm gonna cum!!"

"I-I'm cumming!!" I yell.

"UHHHHHHHHHH!!" he yells releasing his load into me and collapsing on me. His body is covering mine. We are both panting. He pulls out of me making us both moan. He lays beside me. Somehow we end up falling asleep together.

When I wake up I realize that I am still in this guy's house and his arm is over me. It is the middle of the night. So I slip out from under his arm very carefully I have to find my clothes I stand up and look back at him. He is so sexy asleep and awake! I find my bra and underwear on the floor next to the bed. I grab them and put them on then I run downstairs and grab my dress off of the floor next to the couch. I put my dress on and open the front door and realize that I have no idea how I am going to get home or where I am. I close the door, take off my dress hurry upstairs take of my bra and underwear and slip back into his arm. Then I fall back asleep. 

I wake up and a bright light fills the room. The guy is asleep next to me. I turn around to watch him sleep... I'm weird I know. Mr. Sexy is my new nickname for him! Mr. Sexy's eyes start to open. As soon as he sees me he smiles.

"Good morning!!" he says with his arm still draped over me. 

"Good morning ummm can you take me home?" As soon as I say that his smile disappears. Oh please don't tell me he wants more than just sex!! I pull the covers up over my breasts. He straddles over me and leans in but I cover his mouth with my hand. "I really need to get home!!" he pulls away sadly and gets out of bed butt naked!! Then he gets dressed. "Can you please hand me my bra and underwear please?" I ask. He hands me my bra and underwear and I put them on under the covers then get out of bed. I walk past him out the bedroom door and downstairs. I grab my dress and put it on. Then he gets down there with a black dress shirt unbuttoned and he is zipping up his pants and putting his belt on. He has sex hair. I sit on the arm of the couch and he walks over to me looking me in the eyes. He gets closer and closer then he leans over and his face is so close to mine. I end up falling backwards landing on the couch. He smirks and helps me up. Then we walk out to his car and he drives me home.



One Night Ch. 01



Peeling my jeans down along my legs, he paused, groaning, his eyes closing for a minute, as he realized there was now nothing between the two of us. My legs trembling as he finished tugging my jeans off, tossing them aside in his haste to touch me. Biting my bottom lip, I lay naked beside him, my breasts heaving with the effort to control my breathing.

His lips fell to my throat and he groaned softly. 

"You're unbelievable.." 

His right hand gliding slowly along my satin soft skin. Raising goose bumps along my flesh with the lightness of his touch, my body trembling with desire. My heart almost burst at the emotion I heard in his voice, the look in his brown eyes as he gazed at me. 

It had been so long, too long, since anyone had looked at me like that.. had voiced the words I so desperately needed to hear... had touched me, with any amount of gentleness or love.. it was enough to make me want to cry.

He slipped between my thighs, grinding the hard length of his shaft against the heat he found waiting for him between my thighs. Groaning, my legs wrapped around his waist, knees tightening on his hips. The barrier of his pants between us, frustrating, but adding to the exquisite friction, rough against my tender, swollen lips.

The look on his face was one of pure concentration and pleasure as he rubbed himself against me. His hands holding my hips as he pressed me down into the bed. Gliding back and forth against the length of my slit, parting my lips ever so slightly, my juices leaving a trail along the fly of his pants. 

A moan catching low in the back of my throat, biting at the corded muscles of his neck. Holding on to him, applying just a bit more pressure, to show my approval and appreciation, as he began grinding harder between my thighs. I could feel my sex opening for him, lips thickening even more, parting, my folds rubbing against his chino's, clinging to the material of his pants. 

His hands curling around my hips, fingers cupping and stroking as he pulled me up into his arms. Hands cupping my ass, pulling me tighter against him, straddling his body as he knelt between my thighs. Holding me there, grinding slow and easy against my sex, pulling me tighter, until my back arched slightly. With a satisfied groan, his lips found my left breast, closing tight around the nipple, tugging and sucking on it hard and long. 

"Oh.. my goddesses..." Arms wrapping around him, my hands caressing the length of his back from neck to hip. Trying to touch every inch of his olive/gold, muscular body. 

His fingers stroking the small of my back, lightly raking his nails against me. It was several long minutes before I realized he wasn't applying any pressure to my hips. It was all me, grinding down against him, straining to get closer, lips spread, sex so hot and tingly. 

Teeth closing around my left nipple, pinching it lightly, holding, tugging, pulling on it, until I whimpered. A sound so soft, so small, only lasting a second in time, but conveying so much feeling it could fill the world in that instant.

"Por favor... Papi..."

Swallowing hard, my hands sliding down his chest, pinching his nipples lightly. Brushing my fingers against the small chocolate brown areolas'. My thumb and forefinger tugging gently on his nipple, watching as it hardened, loving the reaction his body was having to my touch. 

He pulled away from my left nipple with a slight smacking sound, as though he were thoroughly satisfied. My eyes wandering over him hungrily, yearning to kiss every inch of him, to have him cover every inch of me. His head dipped, lips closing around my right nipple, all other thoughts gone once again from my mind, save him. The sounds of soft moans, labored breathing and the rustling of sheets filled the air. 

The ache inside of me, had grown so intense that I couldn't stop myself from pressing tighter against him. Grinding myself into him, straining, needing to get closer to him. I wanted to feel the length of him driving inside me, the width of him stretching me open wide. Mindless, unable to think of anything else at the moment, whimpering in time with every tug on my right nipple. His teeth sending shivers through me, feeling him pulling a bit harder, squeezing at the hard bud, gently. 

My hands continuing down from his nipples, skimming over his stomach lightly, coming to rest at the waist of his chino's. Fingers trembling as I worked at the button, watching him, to see if he even noticed. Without showing a sign of recognition for what I was doing, he continued to suckle my nipple, his tongue bathing it, until the brownish pink bud throbbed in time with my aching clit. 

The button coming undone on his pants, I slowly pulled the zipper down, groaning as my hand dove inside to come in contact with his boxers. 

"So.. not.. fair...." Moaning the words softly, feeling the material stopping me from touching him. My words trailing off into a moan as his index finger began to slide up and down along the length of my outer lips. He added just a little pressure and they parted for him, the tip of his finger gliding up and down easily, my juices coating it quickly as he teased me. 

Cupping his hard cock in the palm of my hand, moaning softly at the weight, the length of him. I began to wonder if I'd even be able to close my small hand around it all the way. I began stroking my palm up and down against him, feeling his cock twitch slightly. A bolt of pleasure shooting through my body, it was almost like a surge of power, thinking that I could make this strong, huge man shiver.

He groaned, sucking in a deep breath as I touched him, his chest heaving as he struggled to keep control of himself. Strong, nimble fingers, parting the folds, drawing back the hood around my clit, exposing the hard, throbbing pink bud. Massaging the tip of it, the pressure firm, persistent as my hips began jogging against him. 

Tugging his chino's and boxers down over his hips, as he lifted a bit to help me, needing to feel him now. Not knowing if I could take it any longer, the anticipation had me afraid I'd shatter into a million pieces, before we could finally claim each other.

My gaze dropped down between our bodies, as his cock sprang free, eyes widening, lips forming a little o. He was even better endowed then I had thought, feeling him through his boxers. My face flaming as I looked at him, the raw power of him, almost too much to take. 

Breasts rising and falling quickly, the burning desire inside of me growing even more as I looked at his gorgeous, thick headed cock, jutting so proudly from between his thighs. It was perfect..just like the rest of him, his shaft, easily a good two inches around at the base, his skin a deep golden color, darkening the closer to the tip it was.

Chuckling at the look on my face, he began to kiss me tenderly, tongue slipping between my lips, exploring my mouth, just as his fingers continued to explore my body, trying to calm any fears I might have, while stoking the need for him. My heart went out to him, he was being so tender and gentle with me, making sure that I was more then ready for him. 

Hips lifting, eyes closing as I thrust toward him, offering myself to him silently. His fingers making my body scream in pleasure, dipping an inch inside of my wet sex. Gliding them back and forth from my throbbing clit, down to my wanting sex, before sliding two of them inside of me. My hips lifting from the bed, moaning and mewling softly as he withdrew his fingers, my walls trying to pull him deeper, holding tight, squeezing around him wanting to hold him inside.

Pressing me back into the softness of the mattress, sinking into it, with his weight on top of me fully. He kicked his chino's and boxers off, the rest of the way, letting them slide off the bed to the floor. Slowly, he settled the full length of his naked body against mine... heart racing, body on fire, I parted my thighs for him, cradling him between my hips. 

A soft hiss came from him as his cock brushed against my soaked folds and lips. Sliding one hand beneath my ass, holding me tight, he used the other to guide the head of his cock, teasing at me. Pressing tight against my entrance, only to move away just before the right moment. 

My nails raking his back, I thrust up against him as he continued to tease me, begging him with my body to take me. Pressing the head of his cock to my entrance I gasped softly, feeling the hard pressure as my walls refused to give totally. With a shift and thrust of my hips, I felt the muscles relax enough for him to slide inside of me. 

The feeling exquisite as his cock slowly sank into me, one inch at a time. Holding my walls open wide, stretching me with the thickness of shaft. Writhing under him, hips bucking wildly, unable to control myself as he drove me deeper into the bed with a powerful thrust of his hips. Sinking himself fully into my tight channel, stretching me fuller then I'd ever known before.

He stopped moving and held me tight, his fingers digging into my hips. Opening my eyes, I looked up at him, to see why he'd stopped. The breath leaving my body, as my gaze followed his down the length of our bodies, to where they were joined. The way his cock held me open, stretched my lips tight around him, it was almost obscene and it made every part of my body throb. 

A smile on his lips as he looked down at me, his voice thick and filled with desire.

"So incredible... so sexy..." 

Rocking his hips against mine with every word, his thrusts strong and easy, letting me get used to having his girth inside of me. 

"Unngghhh... woman.. almost too much... to take...so tight.." 

I could tell by the intense look on his face he was doing his best to hold back. His hands gripping my hips, strong fingers digging into my skin. He began thrusting a bit faster into my hot, wet sex, he hit every spot inside of me at the same time, making me shudder and writhe under him.

My nails digging into his shoulders, gasping and moaning with every inch that slipped in and out of me. My walls tightening, squeezing around him as he began to thrust deeper into me. Catching my left nipple between his teeth, tugging and nibbling on it slowly, grazing his teeth against it. He was driving me crazy, I didn't know how much more of this I could survive. 

Mewling and crying out every time he drove into me, the head of his cock hitting against my cervix. It was too much to take for any length of time, it had been way too long for me. Every part of my too sensitive body quivering in those strong, calloused hands. My thighs beginning to tense, feet pressing flat against the small of his back, sliding down to his ass, adding a bit of pressure to his thrusts.

With a twist of his hips he drove to the very limits of my soaked pussy, my back arching, my head the only part of me touching the bed. His fingers gripped tighter as he thrust hard inside of me a few more times, before I felt him tense as well. My walls stroking the length of his cock, feeling him throbbing and becoming almost diamond hard. With a low drawn out growl, he exploded inside of me, coating my already soaked walls, with his sticky, thick, hot seed. 

The feel of him cumming inside of me driving me over the edge, taking me just that little bit further, falling right along with him. Hips bucking as I drove up into him, my walls spasming and gripping him tight as he throbbed inside of me. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy rolling over me, threatening to drown me with the force of my own orgasm.

Cooing and mewling softly in pleasure, our arms and legs wrapped around each other tight as we lay there. My sheets almost wadded into a ball, comforter trailing onto the floor. The sound of our labored breathing filling the quiet room around us. Who knows how long we lay like this, until he turned onto his side, taking me with him, cradling me against his body. My head in the crook of his arm, stroking his upper back lightly as we lay nuzzling and cuddling each other.

"Mmm thank you Chief.." 

Snuggling deeper into his embrace, sighing contentedly as he kissed the top of my head. He chuckled at my thanks, squeezing me tenderly.

"No, thank you Raven."

I felt loved and cherished for the first time in a very long while. Yeah, I know, we were practically strangers, but he touched me more then anyone ever had before. He'd come to me in a moment of great need in my life and in one fell swoop, fulfilled two desires with one simple act of desire and love and friendship. 

Yes, I said love... he had honestly come to mean a lot to me over the last few years that we had spent talking online. I didn't know the day to day him, and true he could have lied to me about his entire life, except for the parts of it where he was actually in my presence. There was something there though, and no matter who Chief truly was, no matter the truth, the Chief that was with me now, was a very special person to me.

We made love that night until we fell into an exhausted sleep, our arms and legs twined around each other. Soft, even breathing replacing the harsh gasps and heady moans of earlier, in the stillness of my room.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, there was a note on the table next to my bed.

"Sorry I'm not there to wake you, I'm glad I got to see you again. The memory of last night will definitely hold me over for quite a while. Be safe and be good. Always, Chief" 

Be safe and be good, it's what he told me at the end of every conversation we had. I fell back against the pillows, drawing the sheets up around my breasts. Staring at the piece of paper in my hand, a bemused smile on my face. 

Well.. Life had definitely gotten a lot more interesting, though I wasn't to find out how much more interesting, until much later. 



One Night Ch. 02



The excitement level continued to grow for Sarah. All she wanted was to begin this story. It was like she was a kid again waiting for Santa to put presents under her tree. Only this time she would be buying her own presents, making her very own future. She knew that this was going to the story to make her. It had to be good; it needed to something to draw them, the readers, back again. She sat there at her desk and sighed, her fingers running through her hair as she heard someone behind her.

"Uh, um Mr. James, what can I do for you?"

"I just want to make sure that you can handle this story. That you are aware that it will test you, test you dedication to your craft. You'll be pushed to your very limits I'm sure young Sarah. You understand this?"

Sarah sat there watching sit on the corner of her desk. His expensive suit fit his body so perfectly. He had wonderful taste, it always showed in the things he said. Her fingers kept fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She was thinking about his words. She would respond quickly, she wanted him to know she was thinking it over, taking in everything he told her. 

"Mr. James, I'm aware that this will test me. That I will have to pull myself up and use everything I know to get through. I'll take this chance and turn into something that will be only the beginning. I may be young but I learn quickly and do not scare easily."

Mr. James nodded and accepted her answer. He was looking her over, judging her body, taking in every inch of her. It made a chill run over her skin. It sparked something inside her body. Made her wonder exactly what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Was it just a one sided attraction. Sarah's head swam with ideas, questions left unanswered when he stood up and left her without further words.

She decided then it was a good time for lunch. Heading to the coffee shop around the corner she ordered and sat by herself thinking about the shopping she would do, what she would buy, what would right for that club. She really had no clue what kind of clothes to wear to such a place. Sarah had always been on the normal side of the world, she knew another existed but never stepped into it. Now she would be immersing herself. She decided once she got back to work she'd surf the net, try and find out what she could about what would be expected in one of these clubs. 

The rest of the day past in has as she found various sights describing different types of clubs. Some were swinger clubs; others had various rooms designed for different avenues of pleasure. Sarah had been amazed at the variety some offered. She was amazed at it all, truth be told she was even turned on by the idea. Her mind reeled with thoughts about what Mr. James and she would be doing to make their story seem legit.

Leaving the office she went home to change, work clothes were not something she loved wearing. She liked being comfortable, even a little daring with some outfits. Sarah found a jean skirt and a pink tank to wear. She called up Kelly to make sure she would be ready and then putting on her black heels left the house. Once she arrived at Kelly's she wanted to get her opinion on where to shop. Kelly was attuned to that kind of look, those kinds of close. Sarah even guessed she may have been to one if not more of these clubs. 

"So what do I wear?" she asked.

"Girl, it's not that big a deal. You can wear pretty much anything. I know your look and anything you have would work but I also know you love shopping. There is this new place at the mall, has some stuff that may work for your night out. Plus the lingerie store is there, got to buy some new stuff."

"I just love how your mind works," Sarah thought.

Off they went, Sarah's mind thinking about what would be happening the next night. She would be spending time of hours with her boss. She would be fulfilling a dream to write an amazing story but she'd also be pretending to have a relationship of some sort with a man she found so damn attractive. 

He had actually been the source of several fantasies. She could always rely on those when she was in the darkness or her room, or in the shower. In any case the man did some for Sarah, his authority, his mystery, the respect he demanded, it all made him that much more attractive to her. Kelly had listened to her ranting about him several times and was for once glad that her friend would be getting some, it had been too long.

The walked into the store that both had spoken about, looking around, finding several things that they both liked. Dresses, skirts, amazing corsets, it all seemed to be too much. Sarah motioned to the dressing room and walked in. She closed the cloth door and began taking off what she now wore. She looked her body over in the mirror. Her skin was soft, a little pale, but her body was in shape. She ran in the morning as she turned to look herself over she saw that it did her good. Her ass was high, her legs shapely but toned. She loved her stomach, running her hand along the flat plains, it felt perfect. 

Sarah had often wondered about her breasts, if they were too small, too big for her size. It always seemed men looked at that feature first before they actually talked to her. She didn't mind sometimes, the attention was nice but there were moments she felt like nothing more then a piece of meat. Cupping her breasts in her hands she let out a sigh of sexual frustration. What she would give to have someone in the room with her, watching her remove her clothes. Wanting their hands running over her body, she imagined her boss doing this to her. Her hand slipped inside her white lace thong, her fingers lightly touching her clit as she continued with her fantasy.

She watched herself in the mirror, her eyes half closed as her fingers parted her folds and moved deeper into her warmth. Sarah let out an almost silent moan as her finger slipped deep inside her. Her finger weren't her own though, they were strong, masculine fingers that work her into frenzy in no time at all. They moved slowly at first, testing her. She pushed deeper, faster. Her other moving up her stomach, reaching a hardened nipple. She couldn't help but twist it, roll it as her fingers worked over her. 

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to stand she moved to the chair there, one leg falling over the side. This would keep her open so she could watch her hands. How she wanted Mr. James to be doing this. Moving faster and fast, pushing her, tempting and teasing her like only he could. God yes, she silently thought as her release ran through her. Her breathing began to slow; she moved her hand from her panties and shook her head. Sarah couldn't believe she brought herself to orgasm in a dressing room thinking of him. This was surely a first.

"How's it looking Sarah," Kelly called out.

"Um, good. Be right out to let you see," she said throwing on the black dress she liked most of all.

"That's it. You look amazing in this. Your boss will have a hard time keeping his hands off you."

"That's not what I'm out for Kel. I want the story, anything else is just extra," Sarah said turning back into the room and undressing.

"I know girl. Was just trying to say you look great and will have no problem pulling this off."

"I know. It's alright, you're probably right any way."

Sarah took off the dress, put on her other close and paid for her new purchase. They then went over and bout some new panties as Sarah seemed to love collecting them. She laughed as Kelly made some comment about her never having enough. It was always a running joke; she seemed to have a panty a day.

"Thanks for your help tonight. It means a lot. I'll call you after the club," Sarah said dropping Kelly off.

"As long as you're not preoccupied," she trailed off.

Sarah got hope, showered and ate her dinner. She went to sleep early thinking that tomorrow would make for an interesting day and she would need to be ready for just about anything. She lay there in bed thinking about the story, about finally being taken seriously and then he popped into her head. He always whispered goodnight in her ear before she fell asleep.

To be continued...



One Night Ch. 03



*Thanks to my own personal editor. It means the world to me that you would help.*

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Harder and faster he moved into her. She looked over her shoulder begging him to give her the release her tormented body was craving. There were no words just him pounding into her aching pussy, driving into her with such force. She couldn't help but cry out with every thrust. His eyes looked into hers, she felt his need his deep desire. Soon she heard him whisper, soon.

Then there was noise, a very loud beeping invading Sarah's ears. What the she thought and then realized it was her alarm clock. She had been having the most erotic dream so far. Damn she had been so close to finding her release, her body still burned with the need for it. Taking another glance at the clock she decided she had time to enjoy what had been started. Resting her head back onto the pillow her hands moved under the covers.

One hand closing over her breast, pulling and tugging on it, while the other hand moved between her legs. It slipped under her panties, feeling her wetness almost instantly. Her dream had really done a number on her body. She could feel her little nub already hard and peaking out, welcoming her touch. Her fingers began rubbing, she had never felt so slick, so uncontrollably horny. Then she dared to move lower, one finger finding its way into her warmth as she felt her other hand tightening around her breast.

Sarah's fingers worked her body into a frenzy; she could feel her orgasm moving closer. Her breathing was harsher, her body tightening. All she could think about was her boss. She could remember her dream, looking back seeing Mr. James pushing his thick cock into her waiting cunt. He filled her so perfectly, each thrust stretching her tightness. His eyes looking into hers and taking what he wanted. Sarah cried out, her finger felt her juices flowing around them. Her voice filled her bedroom.

Waiting for her body to calm down, her breathing to return to normal Sarah stared up to the ceiling. Her thoughts a jumble, she wondered why she had such a fascination with her boss. She wanted to know why he intrigued her more then any other man ever had. What was it about him that made him become the man of her fantasies? She was an attractive woman and could have her fair share of guys it was just him and his dark looks that she felt pulled to. He had this confidence, this style that she wanted to know more about. She shook her head and cleared her thoughts, she'd find out about him soon enough.

Getting up from the bed she moved into the bathroom and began to get herself ready for her job. She went through her normal morning routine, pulling her hair back, washing her face, brushing her teeth. She wore very little makeup and had skin so many of her friends envied. It was soft and her features very classic. Sarah then walked to her closet and searched for the clothes of the day she found a soft blue outfit that was one of her favorites. She laid it on the bed and found her slip, bra, panties, garter, and stockings. 

Putting on her matching light blue bra, panty, and garter set. She couldn't help but look at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't a self absorbed girl by any nature but this color always seemed to offset her eyes and add the extra sparkle. Sarah smiled and sat on the edge of her bed to put on her stockings. After fixing them to the garter she went back to put on her little bit of make up and fix her hair. She always wore it with long curls; most of the time pulled up and today was no exception. 

She had felt that with her hair down she seemed to not be taken as seriously. It still amazed her so she often downplayed her sexuality. Tonight though at the club she thought she would not have that problem. Still Sarah wasn't sure what to expect. What kind of place it was, she was still very naïve in that aspect. Her experience was limited to sex in the bedroom and very little else where. She decided that she wouldn't worry about it, she'd be professional and everything would fall into place.

She finished dressing, put on her shoes and headed into her kitchen to have some coffee and something to eat. Looking at the clock Sarah saw the time and headed for the door. She left her house and got to the office before Mr. James. She sat down; her hands making sure her skirt hadn't ridden up to too high. Turning on her computer and checking her voice mail she wrote down the various information she got on an article she was writing. She began writing a story about fashion, what new styles were in. Her mind though kept drifting away to tonight and what would happen. It was then she saw him, Mr. James.

"Good morning Sarah. How is everything today?" he said standing by her desk.

"Good morning Mr. James, everything is just fine. Anything I can get for you?" she asked.

He smiled seeming to think about that question and then spoke. "I want you to do a little research on Mr. Michael Richards before we meet this evening. I believe he is frequenting this club you and I will be attending and would like to know more about his activities," he said winking.

"Not a problem. I'll work on it right away."

"That's a good girl," he said turning and going into his office.

Sarah returned to her computer, her fingers moving over it. Richards was a very wealthy bachelor in town. His money was old but he had political aspirations. He was always speaking out about his stand on sexual issues. Having him as a member of this club would certainly make him a hypocrite and it would also hurt some of his political dreams. She spent most of the morning finding out about him, his beliefs, things he liked, all the various information one could find if they only looked. She took her notes, put them together and went into see Mr. James.

"Sir, here are the notes on Richards," she said after knocking. She handed them to him and went to leave the room when her name on his lips stopped her.

"Sarah, please sit. I may have questions."

He read over her notes, sometimes a slight chuckle would slip past those amazing lips but more often then not he only nodded. His eyes moving over the pages, taking in everything she had typed up. Sarah was proud of her work and sat there waiting patiently to hear whatever questions he had for her, if any. Her hand fiddling with the hem of her skirt, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs at leased a dozen times.

"This is very good Sarah. This will help us in getting in with him when he shows up at the club. I knew that I choose the girl that would be perfect for this. You know I've always had my eye on you little Sarah."

"You have?" she said tentatively, not sure that her voice would work when she heard that.

"Yes, I believe you have an untapped ability that with my guidance will flourish and make you very happy."

Was he talking her abilities as a writer, or was it something else? It just seemed his word held some double meaning. Probably just Sarah wishing that there was another meaning. Yet there was something about the way he looked at her, there was something else in his eyes, something that made her a little frightened and aroused. What's wrong with me, she thought, he's only talking about work.

"I 'm very thankful for any help you could give me Mr. James."

"Yes I'm sure Sarah. I'll be leaving the office early today. Please be ready at seven. We'll go to dinner first then to the club. I assume you'll dress appropriately?"

"Of course, I'll make sure to be ready. Will that be all Mr. James?"

He looked at her, studying her body. His eyes moving over inch of her body, head to toe then back again. It made her tingle; her body shivered as she caught his eyes and held them. She nervously liked her lips and stood thinking she would be dismissed now. All he did was stare before glancing out the window and then finally speaking.

"Yes young Sarah, that is all for now."

She made it back to her desk and sat there, wow she thought he is like a magnet. He draws me in and I just want to have him touch me, she thought. She tried to concentrate on her work the rest of the day. Her copy needed to be with the final editor before she left today and so she was in a hurry. She didn't take a lunch but had something small delivered to her. Sarah watched as Mr. James left that afternoon. Her heart beat faster, her palms were sweaty and she still had several hours to go before she'd see him again.

She finished her story, and brought it down to Carver for editing. He had been her first friend there at the office. It was too bad he was gay or she would have gone for him. Instead she settled for a great friendship. She often went out with him and his boyfriend to clubs, dancing and having a great time. She couldn't help but smile as he reached for her story.

"What's got you so happy girl?"

"New story I'll be working on."

"It's about time. You've got great talent and I'm happy for you that they'll finally be seeing it. Mr. James has waiting too long to give you something good. So what's it about?"

"New sex club and some high ups are hanging out there after they have bashed the idea."

"Sounds like my kind of place," he said with a wink.

"Funny Carver, Mr. James will be taking..."

"Wait girl, he's going with you?"

"Yes, it's for work so don't go getting any ideas," she said with a laugh.

"Yeah okay I just want details. He's always so quiet and there's this mystery about him. You have to tell me about the date."

"It's not a date, its work."

"Yeah, yeah just go now and get ready. Have fun sweetie."

With that Sarah left the office and drove home. Carver's words hung in her ears and mingled with her own. She didn't have time for any of that thinking. She needed to get herself ready for the evening. She pulled into the drive, walked into her house and grabbed a glass of wine. She sat on her bed taking a sip then relaxing for a moment and thinking about the evening and all its wonder.

To be continued... 



One Night Ch. 03-04







One Night Ch. 03-04



"You know I'm good for so much more than fucking, right?" I asked, grinning.

"Hey. I love you. Don't ever doubt that. Besides, you were the one who made a point of telling half of Texas she had to go pee."

I giggled, holding him against me and I realized I was still wet.

"Hey Jake?"

"Mm?"

"Take me."

"Yes ma'am."

I rose, bringing him with me and I pushed him against the wall. I kissed him with a sudden fervency I didn't know I could drum up that quickly. I held on to him as he brought one of his beautiful hands down between us. Slipping a hand up my track shorts, he felt along the soft bulge in my panties.

"You're soaking!" he gasped, grinning as he broke our kiss.

"Shut up and fuck me, you ass," I growled, reaching down and taking his cock in my fingers.

"Let go of that," he said, reaching down to put himself away. "I wanna do something else."

With a groan of frustration, I said, "What?"

"I wanna finger fuck you."

"Oh god..."

I felt a sudden thrill deep down in my hips. I fantasized about having Jake's incredible fingers in my pussy very often. And if he didn't know about that beautiful, wonderful, pleasing place in me, I wanted to educate him.

"Jake, you know what the G-spot it, right?"

With a low, quiet, throaty laugh, he said, "You bet your fucking ass that I do."

"Ooh, speaking of my fucking ass..."

When I said this, Jake paused, looking at me with his mouth open.

"What?" I asked, confused by his stare.

"Y—you don't mean... You wanna... I mean, I could actually..."

"What? Fuck my ass? Not now, but—"

"But you'd actually let me fuck you in the ass?"

"Yes."

"Oh sweet God in heaven," he cooed. "I'm the luckiest bastard alive."

"Shut up and stick your fingers in my cunt," I growled.

"Yes ma'am!"

Jake whipped me around so he could pin me against the wall. For such a skinny guy, he was exceptionally strong. He practically tore my shorts off, tugging them down my legs. When he got to my panties—yellow and green with Spongebob's smiling face—he yanked them down and parted my labia with his fingers. He brushed his thumb across my clitoris and I gasped. Already I was trembling with anticipation, but the idea of what he was about to do sent me to this incredible place that was almost as good as a climax.

"I love you so goddamn much," I whispered.

"I love you even more."

Putting one strong arm around my neck to hug me and hold me against him, he slid his index finger inside my throbbing, trembling, soaking-wet vagina. I let out a soft moan of desire and he hooked the finger, pressing the tip against my G-spot, sending a shockwave through my body.

"Yes!" I cried. "Oh thank you, Jake."

"Shh..." he whispered, kissing my neck and nuzzling me.

Slowly and gently, Jake added his middle finger. Since this one was longer, he stroked all the way inside me and I moaned without even thinking of how loud I was. My voice echoed around the empty bathroom.

Suddenly, with a force I didn't know he could utilize, Jake began to finger fuck me. Thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy so fast and so hard that it hurt, he grinned as I whimpered. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip to keep from crying his name out. Going out, he'd spread his fingers apart, stretching my opening and making it hurt so badly. Thrusting back in, he'd hook both his fingers like "come here" and hit my g-spot, sending wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure through my body. I felt the blood rush to my head, making my knees weak and Jake had to support a lot of my weight there against the cold wall.

"Fucking shit, you're good," I gasped as he found a rhythm there against me.

"You know it," he softly said, concentrating on the work at hand. (Excuse the pun.)

I clung to him, knowing that if he let me go, I'd tumble to the floor. Something in that excited me further, perhaps knowing that he had the same power over me that I had over him when the tides were turned made me feel weak and powerless—something I always secretly fantasized about.

"I love you," I groaned, arching my back as my climax neared.

"I love you, Sam. Now shut the fuck up and come, bitch."

Oh, hearing that single syllable out of his beautiful mouth almost sent me there. Jake, meek, sweet, shy Jake, called me a bitch.

And I fucking loved it.

I humped myself against his hand, making his touch go deeper in me and it hurt. I let out a tiny squeak of pained pleasure. He kept that exquisite rhythm up—in, out... in, "Oh Jake!" out, "uh, come back." Painfully in and achingly out. In, "harder!" out, "please!"

As I got closer, I lost track of things and when I heard my cell phone ring, I almost lost my orgasm.

"Goddamn it!" hissed Jake, kicking my purse towards me.

We both bent down as one so I could grab it. I hastily whipped my phone out and breathlessly said, "Yeah?"

"Sam! You said you had to pee. Where the hell are you?"

It was Will.

"Sorry, hon. Didn't I tell you? The guitar store's running a sale on pedals and I wanted to try 'em out," I lied, thinking quickly. "I thought I told you. I'm so sorry I made you worry."

Jake grinned and fucked me harder, making it very hard for me to think

"Well whatever. Tell me next time. You know I worry about you."

"I'm so sorry. Tell you what, I'll buy you a cookie later to make up. How's that?"

I stifled a moan as Jake bit into my neck, coming so close to drawing blood.

"What'd you say, Sam?"

"Hm? Oh, I tripped over a cable, sorry."

"Whatever. When're you coming back?"

"Gimme another ten or so, 'kay?"

"Fine."

Click.

"Oh my god, Jake!" I cried, snapping the phone shut as he did incredible things to me. "Harder, please, baby!"

"You like it hard, Sam?" he growled into my ear.

"You know I do, babe."

"How about this?"

"Ah!"

"Come for me, bitch. Come!"

It didn't take long. Jake's relentless thrusting inside me, his soft murmurs of dirty demands and sensual requests just made the flow of clear, sweet honey faster and thicker. I wanted him in ways I couldn't even imagine and I knew he was gonna make me come soon. Finally, I felt it and I humped hard against him, digging my fingernails into his back, letting him know. As my muscles shuddered around his fingers, he gave a soft sigh of satisfaction and pressed his lips to my neck.

I groaned, muttering his name over and over as my body trembled, the orgasm sort of bouncing from one part of my body to the next until Jake, his arm exhausted, pulled out of me and slowly helped me to the floor.

Clinging to him as I gasped for air, I whispered, "You're the best."

"You think I don't have experience?" he said, grinning.

"You're such an ass," I growled.

"Yet you love me anyway."

"How long is your lunch break?"

"Thirty minutes," he said, giggling. "Jeff's gonna freak."

"Fucking shit."

Flinging our clothes back on, I realized my panties were soaked through.

"Damn it," I muttered, examining them.

Without giving me a chance to consider, Jake snatched them from me with a quiet, "Yoink."

"Hey!"

"I'm keeping these."

"You're so nasty," I said, grinning at him, feeling oddly flattered.

"You like it that way."

With a sigh, I pulled my shorts on and Jake wadded my Spongebob underpants into the side pocket of his baggy jeans. I unlocked the door and, making sure the coast was clear, let him go first. I waited about thirty seconds and followed him out down the hall.

I watched him round the corner, but I didn't think anything of it when I heard him hiss, "Shit." But when I left the hallway and literally walked into Will, I wanted to die.

He looked back and forth between me and Jake, who had backed against the wall of an empty store with a "For Lease" sign in the window. After a quarter minute of this, his face broke into a wide grin and he said, "Guitar shop my ass."

"I was—" I began, but Will cut me off.

"Sam, all you had to say was you were getting some action and I'd have left you alone. God!"

"It's not what you think—"

"Do I look stupid? Wait, don't answer that... Anyway, I think it's cool. Between the two of us, I'm glad someone's getting to bang Jake."

At this, Jake's look of horror turned to something more of a scowl. I heard him mutter something that sounded like "fag."

"How was he?"

"Vincent!" we both cried at once.

"Can I join you guys sometime?"

"No!" we barked in unison.

A long awkward pause followed as my friend grinned at us. Finally, Jake said, "Fuck this shit. I gotta get back to work."

I couldn't help but laugh as Will watched Jake walk away, commenting on his ass.

"Speaking of asses," I muttered, glaring at him now, "you're one hell of an ass."

"I'd like to do fun things to Jake's ass," he said, grinning.

"Stop that!"

"So, how'd you get him? I heard he wouldn't do anyone."

"He... he loves me."

"All guys say that to get tail, Sam," Will deadpanned.

"He said that before I told him he could do me."

"Hm... What'd you do to make him so crazy about you?"

"I don't know... But I don't plan on changing anytime soon."

My horror and embarrassment subsided, I then followed my amigo back to the store and told him everything about how much Jake cared for me and how I had gone to his place on New Year's.

I thought everything would be fine until I got back to the store and spotted Jake and Jeff animatedly discussing Jake's works schedule for the week. I walked over to the cooler to grab a soda and, as I was pulling a dollar and a quarter—the discounted amount Jake charged me for a soda—Will cleared his throat.

"Hey everyone," he loudly said, holding his arms up, "guess what?"

Half the people in the store were friendly with him, so they all looked up. I did as well and felt a horrible sense of doom deep in my belly.

"Jake finally has a girlfriend!"

"I'm gonna kill you," Jake growled, almost dropping the box of Pocky he was eating.

"Who?" said a girl I didn't know but had seen before, hugging Jake across the counter.

"Sam!"

"I'm gonna kill you," I growled, throwing my soda at Will's blonde head.

He ducked. The girl shot me a glare and left. Everyone else, Jeff included, started snickering. Jake and I looked at each other across the room and his face mirrored the horror I felt.

"And they're fucking!" hissed Will, loud enough for the food court to hear.

"Should I get the bleach or should I just let you shoot him?" said Jake.

"No, I wanna strangle him," I said, wrapping my hands around my friend's throat.

"Why are you being such a fucktard?" asked Jeff, looking inquisitively at him. "Why would you wanna spread their private affairs around like that?"

"Thank you, Jeff," moaned Jake, hugging his boss affectionately. "I love you."

Annoyed, Will left, leaving me and Jake feeling humiliated.

"I think I'm gonna go home," I muttered, feeling fire behind my face.

"Sorry," mumbled Jake, handing me the rest of his Pocky.

"You didn't get to eat, did you?" I asked, suddenly grinning.

Avoiding the eyes of both me and his boss, Jake nodded, taking my money for the soda.

"What kind of sandwich do you like?"

"I love you so much," Jake moaned, collapsing on the counter to clutch my hand.

"What kind?"

"Ham!"

"I'll be back in ten."

I went across the street to the deli and brought back lunch for the two of us, which we ate between customers. At the end of the day, Jake took me back to his apartment and showed me just how much I meant to him.



One Night Ch. 04



**Thanks again to my friendly editor**

Sitting there Sarah let her mind wonder. What would Mr. James be wearing, how he would act, would the club have any effect on him? She wanted the answers to those questions but knew that would only happen in time. She stood then and began to undress. Her clothes fell from her body as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her breasts were high, not overly large but just right for her small body. Her hand moved over her waist and found the belly ring she had there. She smiled giving it a tug and began to remove her bra. Then it was on to her stocks, slowly rolling them down her legs as though she were teasing someone. That left only her panties and those soon joined the rest of her clothes. 

Taking her wine she moved into the bathroom and began to run the water for her shower. She lit a few candles in the bathroom to help ease her mind and moved back into her room. Turning on the radio she found a soft jazz station and turned it up. The water for her shower was perfect and she stepped inside. It fell over her body, making a path to her feet. Sarah sighed in contentment of it all, her mind felt at ease as she leaned back to rinse her long hair. After washing it she began to lather her sponge to wash her body in the soft smell of lavender. Not only did it sooth her, it helped the relaxing aspect of life she found.

The soft sponge moved over her body, washing her skin. It felt invigorating, giving her body a refreshing feeling. Sarah rinsed off the soap and turned the water off. She wiped her eyes before stepping from her shower and into the warmth of the room. Grabbing a soft red towel she wrapped it around her young body. She took another sip of her wine and went in to get her clothes ready for the night. Glancing at the clock she saw it read 6:05. She had to hurry, Mr. James would be here at seven and he was always prompt. She went to her dresser and found the cutest black lace thong to wear along with her black dress. There wasn't a need for a bra with the little black dress she bought she thought as she moved to grab it from the closet.

Removing the towel she dried her body then wrapped the towel around her head, giving her hair time to dry. She took her lotion and began rubbing it over her body. It gave her skin a sparkle, it seemed there was a little glitter in the lotion and that fact Sarah loved. The smell so was amazing and so she continued smoothing it on her body. She stepped into the panties and turned to see her reflection. They looked perfect on her covering just enough but leaving hope that something more might show. Sometimes she just enjoyed the tease. Not that she expected anything to happen with her boss but she dreamt about it.

Walking back into the bathroom she removed the towel and began combing her hair. Her long blonde locks were easily tangled so she had to be careful. Soon enough though she was all straightened out and began to blow it dry. She had plugged in her curlers and left them to warm as she put on her dress. It clung to Sarah's body in all the right places. She couldn't have found a better dress to wear that night. She went back in and began on her hair and makeup. That didn't take as long as she thought and ten minutes before seven she was sitting on her sofa waiting for the arrival of her boss. 

The knock came right at seven. That was no surprise to her as she went to open the door. Mr. James stood before her dressed like no other. His pants were black and his shirt a dark blue setting off his eyes. His body was framed perfectly by his jacket. The man could definitely dress. He blew Sarah away. She closed her mouth which she knew was open and motioned just a moment as she reached for her purse. He offered his arm and together they walked to his car. 

"You look lovely tonight Sarah," he said simply.

"Thank you Mr. James," she replied.

He opened the door to his Porsche and smiled at her as she sat down. The car was in perfect condition. It looked like he took very good car of things that belonged to him. She watched as he walked around and sat down. Sarah was a little nervous now but she was trying to be professional. It wasn't a date, only work she silently told herself. They drove away in silence. She wasn't sure what to say, her nerves getting the better of her. She watched his hands on the steering wheel, shifting gears. It all seemed so erotic yet it was simple things.

"I think you'll enjoy dinner Sarah. I heard you love sushi and so I thought what better place the Sushi House."

"Really, I've yet to try their food. They are always so busy. Thank you," she smiled at him.

Before long they pulled in to the parking lot and Sarah went to open her door when Mr. James stopped her. He informed her he would be getting that for her. Silently she waited and watched him move around and open her door, his eyes never leaving hers as she stepped from the car. He placed his hand on her lower back as they walked into the restaurant and were seated. He ordered some wine and they looked over the menu. Sarah knew what she wanted right away and sat looking around; taking the moment and the man she was with in.

To be continued... 



One Night Ch. 05



**Thank you to my editor. Although I've told you before, it does mean allot that you would take the time.*

Sarah took the time to absorb what the man before did while thinking over his order. His eyes focused on the menu, looking it over so not to miss a single thing. It was the same way he looked at her. It was as though he wanted to commit certain things to memory. She watched his strong fingers holding the menu, the way they carefully grasped it. How could something so simple make her think of something so erotic? She didn't understand any of it. She looked at his hair, the way he had it combed. The dark locks she really wanted to run her fingers through. Where was she going with this? She was letting herself get carried away by her dreams.

Taking a sip of her wine she let it gather in her mouth before swallowing it. Her eyes locking with the man across from her and goose bumps covered her skin from it. Sarah had never felt so nervous with anyone. It was the desire, the unknown, possibly the fact she was going where she was with her boss. Her boss, that thought crept back into her mind, and she remembered this wasn't a date. This was her job, her big chance to make sure she got the story. She had to stop thinking of him in any other way.

"So my lovely Sarah have you decided what you'd like most."

"I have. The double happiness plate, I've heard it's absolutely delicious."

Her meal would consist of a sushi roll with lobster, sweet shrimp, scallop, tuna, and salmon. It sounded perfect and her friends had raved about it but Sarah had yet had a chance to experience it. Now was as good as any she guessed. Mr. James looked at the menu as though weighing what she had chosen. 

"What about you Mr. James? What will you be having?" she asked getting more comfortable.

"I've decided on the seared tuna. It sounds like perfection doesn't it."

"It does." Getting bold Sarah though she would ask, "Would you share a bite with me by chance?"

"Little Sarah I was planning to share."

The waiter then came to the table and Mr. James ordered for them. The young man kept glancing towards Sarah but Mr. James kept his voice even and stern when telling the young boy their order. From that point on it seemed that he listened intently to what he was being told. She sat back and only listened, half tempted to close her eyes and drift away on the sound alone of his voice. It was soothing yet it held authority, something that made her begin to tingle from head to toe.

Watching, she never let her gaze falter from Mr. James. She began to take him in a little more. Observing more closely at his clothes and his body. It amazed her that such a man looked so good. Sarah had no idea what lay under his clothes, she could only imagine. That imagination, though, got her carried away on many more than one occasion. She didn't think it was a bad thing, in fact a very good one in her line of work. Spending that much time dreaming about her boss, though, was a different and all together crazy story.

"Enjoying your wine Sarah?" he inquired.

Jarred from her current distracting thoughts she smiled at him. The wine was perfect. He certainly had wonderful taste. Sarah knew somehow it extended to not only wine and food but to various other activities. Ones she would love to explore. She shook her head as though trying to clear it. Damn I can't stop think about sex with him she thought to herself.

"The wine, Mr. James, is delicious. I'm sure, though, you knew it would be."

"Yes, I do know a few things about wine, amongst other things. So how do you think the evening will go? Will we able to find a good story?"

"I have no doubt I can find one. I'm looking very forward to the chance you've given to me," Sarah said, obviously excited about it.

"I knew that it would be only time before the correct story for you to start with would come calling. I think this will be right up your alley. I believe in you. Tell me Sarah, will this type of club be a first for you as well?"

Swallowing slightly she watched as Mr. James took a sip from his glass. The wine slipping over his lips, teasing his tongue then sliding down his throat. Suddenly she wondered what wine would taste like coming from his mouth. She was sure it would be just as sweet if not sweeter. The flavor of the wine moving from his tongue, gently caressing her own as she drank from his lips. Sarah couldn't help but stifle a moan and bite her bottom lip as she cleared the thought.

"Um, no I've never been to a club like this. It will be a first for me. Am I that obvious?"

"Nothing about you is that obvious. I can just tell there is something just below your surface. Something you long to let out and run free. I'm hoping to help you with that as well young Sarah."

"I'm sorry. Help me with..." 

The waiter bringing out the meal quickly silenced her. It smelled and looked as divine as she had heard. Her thoughts though still lingered around his words. The idea that there was something hidden below her surface, she wanted to know what he meant. Was it really that obvious that she wanted more from life then what she was getting? She had thought she hid it but it seemed Mr. James saw through it. Maybe, though, that was just what she needed. The waiter left them and Sarah looked over at him, waiting for him to speak because she was afraid of what might come out.

"I can tell there is more you need Sarah, more that you desire than what you are currently getting. Should you enjoy this evening then perhaps we can further the experience. Would make for an amazing story," he smiled and took a bite then held out one for her.

The tuna tasted divine, she had known it would. It slid down her throat, the flavors playing with her senses. She could taste everything, it wasn't too much, wasn't over the top. Matter of fact she thought it was perfect, just the right fit of everything. She took a sip of wine and began to eat some her dinner.

"I don't know what to say Mr. James."

"Shh, Sarah. You don't need to say anything now. Lets just enjoy this moment and our dinner."

So they did, the conversation always standing on a sexual fence. There was a tension she felt with him and it lasted. It was this way at the office so why wouldn't it continue now that they were eating dinner. It was an unspoken, obvious at their table and all around could feel it. Sarah sat quietly as the waiter brought the bill and Mr. James paid. They then left their table and walked through the restaurant, his hand never leaving the small of her back.



One Night Ch. 05







One Night Ch. 05



"Come on, honey," I groaned, not wanting to lose my orgasm. "S'matter?"

"Sorry," he grunted, sort of shaking himself off. He quickly gripped my hips, rearing back to thrust into me. "I was just thinking."

"Fuck now, hon. Think later, 'kay?"

"Yeah..."

With that, Jake transformed. The man I loved, so shy, tender and sweet, was suddenly overtaken by some hungry, sex-crazed beast. He growled, ducking his head low over my back as he started to move in and out of me with some ferocious speed and strength that I never would have thought him capable of. Stroke after stroke, he tore into me; half the time I felt like my ass was being ripped in two. And oh, the way his voice sounded when he cried my name; lost somewhere between a scream and a groan.

"Jake," I moaned, rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts, "harder!"

"Shut up, you slut!" he barked, slapping my ass again, but harder this time.

"Ugh! S—sorry," I whimpered, realizing that I was suddenly and unspokenly the "sub." Well that, I happily could do. "Please, more, Jakie! More, goddamn it!"

Relentlessly—which was probably Jake's best quality in lovemaking, that he didn't give up, no matter how long it took me to come—he fucked me. His long, beautiful fingernails cut into the pale white flesh of my hips, my butt and my back. I could actually feel his balls hitting against me just below where he had entered me. The bed creaked beneath us with our motion and I worried—however briefly—that someone would hear us.

I always felt so full when his cock was in my pussy, but I could never have imagined what it would be like to have him in my asshole. If you've never done anal, try it once. It may be the best thing you ever do! It creates this naughty feeling, like you're doing something you're not supposed to, and you feel so full all the way up into your throat. It's incredible.

Jake, I could tell, was enjoying it even more than me, though. The way his breath seemed to catch in his throat, the way his hands shook where they gripped me, the way he couldn't stop fucking harder and faster.

And oh, he did go harder and faster. Never before had he fucked me that fast. He must have been a blur as he seemed to be trying to tear my body open. And every time he came in, I swear he hit me harder, making me ache terribly. But it was good—the best pain I ever felt.

As we both got closer, I rested my forehead on my left arm and brought my right hand down to place my first and middle fingertips against my slippery clitoris, which was now swollen and throbbing with need. As much as I enjoyed anal, see, I couldn't come without some clitoral stimulation. All I had to do, though, was gently twitch my finger against it and that would be enough; Jake's "ministrations" to my anus was what was going to get me off.

"Oh God, Sam!" Jake cried, not slowing down, even for a breath. "I'm so fucking close!"

Speaking of breath, mine was gone. I subconsciously held my breath every time I neared climax—somehow, it made the peak better—and, unless I had something to say to Jake or he made my cry out, I usually managed to hold it through my orgasm. All I could do to respond to Jake was grunt.

But then, I felt it. That slow, dark, tingling, beautiful feeling that started somewhere between my clit and my stomach. It was so sweet... but for some reason, it was much harder than before. Oh... oh... OH!

"Jake!" I cried as my ass clenched down on his cock. "J—Jake!"

I was coming, but not like I had ever before. It was a new feeling, a stronger feeling. Something I hadn't yet felt. It rocked me and shook me, making me whimper and cringe. I threw my head back, almost bumping it into Jake's where he was leaning and rocking against me. The orgasm wouldn't end. Even as I felt him tremble and shudder behind me as his orgasm started to roll in, I still trembled and whimpered.

"Fucking shit," I heard him hiss in my ear¸ but from a sort of far away place. "Sam, Sam, Sam..."

At one point during my climax, I lost control of my body and I went into gentle convulsions as I collapsed on Jake's soft bed. My pussy and legs randomly twitched and jerked and my breath came in short gasps.

Finally, Jake collapsed on top of me, his orgasm finished at last and that sort of brought me back to reality.

"Oh, Sam... My beautiful, precious Sammie. You're my angel. My goddess. My dream. Oh, thank you... thank you... thank you, Sam... Thank you..." he murmured, his lips barely parting with each syllable.

I realized we were both gasping, trembling and twitching, our energy spent. Jake was still inside me, softening. His hands found their way to mine and he linked our fingers. Then, he placed a very soft kiss to my cheek and I knew that he too had just had the best orgasm of his life. He didn't need to say thank you. I felt his gratitude in that kiss.

"I love you, Jakie," I hiccupped. "Hap—happy birthday."

"I only love you more, Sammie... And thank you... for everything." 



One Night Ch. 06



**Thanks to the editor. Words can't express...*

They made their way back to the car without incident. Sarah was sure she would be tripping over her feet with her nerves the way they were. She was safe at the moment, made it into the car, and now they were heading to the club she'd thought so much about. Her hands were getting a little sweaty; her tummy was full of little butterflies. She really wasn't sure why she was so nervous, but she was. The fact of the unknown, the way he had talked to her, the little comments, those things had all thrown her a little off. Turning her head slightly she looked over at Mr. James only to find him carefully watching her. She glanced away quickly, looking at the other cars as they passed by.

"Little Sarah, are you alright," he said sweetly.

"I'm fine, just not sure what to expect I guess," she said trying to cover her current state.

"There is no need to worry, you'll be perfect. Remember this, I chose you."

He had she thought. What was it, though, about that little statement that made her body tingle? Just the thought that Mr. James had chosen her was enough to spark a fire deep down inside her aching cunt. She was already at that point after his simple and easy words; her mind took those and ran. Now, though, he was telling her she had been his choice. Little Sarah that kept a somewhat vanilla lifestyle, was heading to a sex club with her boss whom she'd fantasized about since he had given her the job. Her mind was wandering, moving down thoughts she shouldn't be thinking but she couldn't help it. She still felt the heat of Mr. James' eyes on her. She wanted nothing more then to hike up her dress and let her fingers give him a show.

What was with her? She was thinking like some wanton little school girl that had never dealt with sexual feelings. The whole idea of hiking up her dress and showing him her body made her grow wet and even more aroused. Soon enough they turned down a darkened alley and stopped by a red light. A man opened Mr. James' door and she watched as his keys were given away. He then held his hand to her to help her leave the vehicle. His arm slipped around her waist and they made their way inside.

You would never know the inside looked as it did from the outside. The room they first walked into was full of bright and vibrant colors, dark reds and purples. Colors and fabrics filled the room that seemed to bring to mind only one thing, sex and lots of it. Sarah stood next to Mr. James and looked at the room. Her hands itched to touch the fabrics around her. To feel them on her skin, how soft would they be?

"Sarah tell me what you're thinking?" she felt him whisper in her ear.

"I wonder how soft these would feel on my skin," she said surprised that she would even be that honest and open with him.

"I'm sure nothing is as soft or as beautiful."

Just then the moment was broken by a young woman. She asked Mr. James for some sort of card. Sarah assumed it was an invitation only club and watched as he gave her what was needed. She then ushered them into a room that was full with people, including the one they were there to spy on. Mr. Michael Richards was sitting there with two blondes on each arm, well more so on his lap. He looked her over as she and Mr. James made their way to a couch. Mr. James put his arm a little more securely around her waist and sat her on his lap when they sat down.

"Sir, I hope you will find our various rooms to your liking. Here is a simple list of them. Should we not have one you are looking for let us know and we will do our very best to make it happen. I'll give you a few moments to look it over as I help other guests," she said and walked away.

"You see Sarah our Mr. Richards is here. I also noticed he's got a thing for blondes. Don't worry my little Sarah; he won't get his hands on you. We are only getting information, watching him. So let's look through this list and find a room, shall we?"

"A room?"

"Yes. We'll discuss more later," he said and began looking over the various rooms on the list.

Sarah sat there, her mind going in several directions. She wanted to know what he meant, what plans he had for a room? She also wanted to know how they would find out information on Richards. There was no way she could concentrate by sitting on Mr. James' lap. Her body was already a mass of jangled nerves with him near. She leaned closer and began to look over the list too.

There were mirror rooms, peeping rooms, wax rooms, rooms with paddles of all sorts. The list went on. One happened to catch Sarah's eyes. It was a room that faced the street, where one could look in and see what was going on in the room. It would feel like a person was on display. That simple thought made her grow wet. Mr. James seemed to take notice of where her eyes stopped on the list and smiled.

"I think you like the idea of being looked at little Sarah. That room would do nicely for us," he said, not giving her a chance before waving over the young woman and telling her.

The room was going to be made ready but it would take a few minutes. The woman suggested they have a drink and mingle. Mr. James left Sarah for a moment to get them both some wine to calm their nerves. It was then Mr. Richards smiled at her. Sarah was unsure what to do so she smiled back. All the while Mr. James sat watching while waiting for their wine. He knew that the man would be a sucker for Sarah's look, her simple beauty. It was not in his mind to share her though. He wanted to taste her, to touch her in ways that he thought about since first hiring the blonde beauty. He needed her for the story, to find out exactly what Richards liked.

He took the glasses of wine and walked back to the table only to see the man he'd been thinking about standing there with his two girls chatting away nicely with his little Sarah. He walked slowly, casually. Mr. James wanted Sarah to have time with the man that had brought them to this club, to get a small taste of what brought him to a place such as this. Thinking enough time had passed he sat next to her and gave her the wine while looking into Richards' eyes. 

"I see you have made a friend here Sarah," he said.

"He only came over to say hello," Sarah spoke.

"The name is Michael and you would be?" the man said.

"Mr. James will do," he said simply, as though it were enough.

"Well Mr. James, you have a beautiful woman on your hands," he said bending down to kiss her hand. "Let's hope to meet again before the night is through," he whispered near her ear and then left the room.

Sarah sat quietly waiting for what Mr. James would tell her. She hadn't known what to say when Richards had reached her but knew that they were there for a story. He had barely introduced himself when she felt the relief of Mr. James next to her. She was still unsure about this night, about what he expected from her. She was very nervous, yet very aware of her arousal and desire for him.

"Mr. James, your room is ready," the woman said, appearing from nowhere.

Standing, he reached down for little Sarah's hand and she blindly put it in his. She followed, he lead. She could hear people in the various rooms, some crying out in pain, others screaming in ecstasy. Her eyes remained wide and searching as they walked to the room. The door was opened for them and then the woman left. Sarah saw a box on the bed and walked to it while Mr. James moved to the glass window. 

She saw a card on the box and opened it. Wear this it simply read. She then knew that this had been some sort of plan. What she had thought to be only a step in her career was actually a seduction by a man she wanted. How long she had wanted him she didn't know, but it suddenly didn't seem important. 

Opening the box Sarah took out a filmy blue peignoir. Its hem flowed to the floor, the front splitting open in anticipation of revealing the dainty panties. Simple and elegant, she'd feel like a princess in something so beautiful. The gown would hide nothing, she would be exposed. Laying it on the bed she took off her shoes and peering over her shoulder to see Mr. James staring out the window.

Streetlights played over his body, soft yellow, as he braced his hands on either side of the frame. She stared at him and smiled as she slowly lowered her dress to the floor and then her panties. Sarah looked around and noticed a wash bowl on a table nearby. It was filled with water and red petals, accompanied by a dish of soap and a thick hand towel. 

Roses. She scooped up a palm full of water and trickled it over her body. Then, after using the soap, she repeated the luxurious rhythm. Moisture puddled on the planks around her bare feet, making the atmosphere carelessly primitive, wild.

Still looking out the window, Mr. James had his head cocked to the side, as if he was picturing the sheen of fresh dampness over her skin. Naughtiness piqued, she made a few languidly pleasing sounds and finally dried herself with the fluffy little towel.

Then she went back to the peignoir, encasing herself in sin. The bodice hugged her breasts, the smooth material causing her nipples to bead against it. The front slit fanned open to reveal her stomach, her almost see-through panties and a length of leg. 

Sarah was stopped cold, she moments ago wanted nothing more to sneak up in back of Mr. James and ease off his shirt, turn him around so he could devour her with his gaze. Now though she couldn't bring herself to do it. She had somehow lost her courage. 

He must have sensed the change in her, because he had faced her again, silhouetted by the windows light. After a long pause, he walked toward her, a smile slowly crawling across his face. It wasn't one she usually saw on him; this was full of promise, of seduction.

"Sarah..." He was bathing her with another endless gaze, seeing all of her for the first time. "You're more than I ever imagined." He paused. "How many men have loved you?"

The personal question startled her. She wanted to give him a count-on-two-hands number, to bluster and present herself as a real pro. She was too rattled to lie though.

"Three," she said, wanting to add a phrase like pathetic, huh? Just to lighten the mood, to dig herself out of this sudden hole of revelation.

"Were you in love?" he asked.

She couldn't see his face; it was tinted by darkness.

"I thought so. But...well...none of the men worked out." She tried to put her tough act again. "Not that I'm any worse for it."

"They came out the losers Sarah." He finally moved to her, his steps slow and sure.

Now Mr. James was standing in front of her, all six feet plus of him. With practiced ease, he reached out, cupped both palms beneath her breasts like a man getting ready to quench a thirst. Sarah flinched, stoked hot by the motion of his thumbs lightly rubbing over her nipples. Then, when he coasted his hands lower, she held her breath.

He sculpted her, memorized her ribs, her waist, her belly, her hips and thighs. Then around to the back, where he trailed upward, over her rear, the small of her back.

There, he stopped, massaging, making her sway with every touch of his hands. This was it; this was the moment young Sarah had dreamt about....



One Night Ch. 06-07



Part 6: Cleaning Up Our Act

Started: May 17th, 2007

Finished: Late Mid-May, 2007

*~*~*

(January)

I woke up with a start. Jake was still on top of me, his flaccid penis laying along the crack of my ass. He was gently stroking the top of my head with his hand and nibbling on my shoulder. The wind could still be heard roaring outside.

"Are you awake yet, Sammie?" he asked quietly.

"Mm-hm. How are you?"

"Better than I've ever been," he purred, nuzzling my cheek.

I realized what was going on. Jake had woken up from his nap before I had and he must have been thinking about fun, dirty things. Already, I could feel his cock stiffening.

As if to answer my unspoken question, he rolled over and landed beside me, smiling sweetly at me.

"I love you," he purred, stroking my face now.

I could see in his eyes what was happening and I said, "No."

"What?"

"You wanna start again, yes?"

"Well... yeah. I got to thinking while you were asleep..."

"I understand, honey," I said, smiling back. "But we can't just start this over again. If you want to put that anywhere in me, we both need to shower first."

Oh, what did I start?

Jake's eyes lit up as if from behind and his lips parted in a silent gasp.

"Now there's an idea," he said, grinning.

"Oh no..."

Almost the very next second found me being toted into the small bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. The shower was small but clean and bright white. The room itself was spare and, as was a bad habit of Jake's, pretty cluttered and dirty; laundry was piled on the floor and soaps, hair products, a belt and a razor were scattered over the small countertop.

Gently setting me down so I could lean on the small edge of the counter that was clean, Jake went and turned the hot water on in the shower. As amused and slightly frustrated as I was, I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of nervous expectancy at the prospect of having sex in the shower. I had to stifle a laugh when it occurred to me that we'd have used up every common form of sex before we'd been dating even a whole month.

As the water warmed up, Jake came and leaned against me, pinning me in place and kissing me fervently. I stifled a moan as he did things with his tongue that I had yet to experience.

"Mm, Jake, God," I gasped, leaning my head back to catch my breath.

As I did that, he took the opportunity to unfasten my red bra and toss it onto the counter behind me. As he tugged my panties down, he kissed down my neck and in all the places he knew would drive me crazy. With a soft laugh, he dipped his tongue in my ear and then trailed it down my neck, licking at my right breast with an anxious hunger. I giggled and bit my tongue as he latched on to my nipple and sucked hard.

"Hungry, my baby?"

"Starving," he groaned, emphasizing his words by grabbing my ass and squeezing it.

I reached down to take his now erect penis in my hand, gently stroking it like a masturbating kid.

"Mm, I love it when you do that..." he sighed, slowing his own actions down to enjoy the way my hands felt wrapped around him.

I glanced up and saw that the mirrors were now steamed up.

"Water's hot," I giggled.

"Perfect."

Jake let me go and adjusted the faucets 'til the water was comfortable. He turned to me with the white steam behind him reflecting the pale light of the small fixtures, and, for a moment, I was struck dumb. Something in that image... his naked body, fit and trim at his peak; his well-hung cock erect and up against his flat, hard stomach; the way his bare, golden skin shimmered in the humidity; the sexy shadow along his jaw; his blackish hair slick and wet with sweat and steam, hanging low in his loving honey-brown eyes; his full lips pursed as he seemed to be either in deep thought or having a fantasy... Well, it was like something out of a very classy porn film, or a romance novel.

"Jake," I sighed, pursing my lips.

"Yeah?" he said, grinning at me.

"You're beautiful."

He laughed. But it wasn't a "you're crazy" laugh. No, it was more like an "I can't believe I got this lucky" kind of laugh. But then his lips parted and met mine and I lost all rational thought as he steered me into the shower and under the hot water.

He tried to playfully pin me against the wall and push into me, but I wouldn't have it.

"What's wrong?" he asked, pouting.

"I'm dirty," I said matter-of-factly, taking a washcloth from the rack and pouring shower gel on it. When he grinned and growled, I added, "And so are you."

Catching on, Jake poured some shampoo in his hands, lathered it up and rubbed it into my hair. Giggling, I stepped so that our bodies were touching in front—to make it easier for us to scrub each other of course!—and started washing him. Gently and lovingly, like a mom, I bathed him as he washed my hair, very careful to keep the soap out of my eyes, but when I got lower, I dropped the washcloth and took my slippery hands and started massaging him—everywhere.

"Oh..." he softy gasped, trembling. "That's... incredible..."

He gently kissed my lips as I stroked him over and over. I reached one hand around his waist to slide my fingers down the small of his back and to his asshole. Slowly and tenderly, I slipped inside and fingered him and he started to shake like a frightened child.

"Sam..."

"Jake?"

"Stop."

I did, but asked, "Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just... I can't take that. Please."

"Okay, honey. Anything for you."

I didn't want to press the point, but I couldn't help but wonder whether Jake didn't like that treatment... or if he liked it too much. Either way, I respected his wish and left his ass alone. Instead, I cradled his testicles in my hands and massaged them with my fingertips.

"Mm... Mm, yes, Sam, please... I like that..."

I nuzzled his neck and started to stroke his cock again, wanting him to come in my hands. I loved making him come in my hands, letting his hot cum splatter against my thighs and tummy.

"Come, dammit," I hissed, licking his shoulder where the water had already rinsed him clean. "Now!"

"Oh!" he groaned, giving in and letting go.

His erection jerked as a slow stream of white seed spilt out over my wrists and stomach. The water washed it away quickly, but I had the knowledge that I had done that to hold onto. Slowly, Jake collapsed against me and I felt his hot, slippery body pressing me against the cold wall of the shower.

"Thank you, Sammie. Thank you so goddamn much. Thank you..."

His eyes were closed and I feared he was going to fall asleep standing up. That was his thing: to fall asleep after sex. And as much as I liked the idea, we often loved in places where sleep wasn't a good idea.

"You okay?" I asked, snickering.

"Yeah, yeah..." he muttered, straightening. "It was just so... so good. Thank you."

"Mm, anytime, darling," I said, grinning up at him. "Now, I need to be bathed too..."

Jake grinned back at me and I knew we were about to start all over again. I lathered up and washed his hair as he slowly—very slowly—massaged soap into my skin. First, he soaped my arms, moving his hands up and down, getting me good and... wet. Then, he moved on to my shoulders and down my back. As he did that, he flipped me and gave my whole back a slow, sweet massage. A soft moan came from my mouth and he knew he was making me feel good. When his hands reached my ass, I jerked away, spinning back around.

"I can't play with yours, you can't play with mine," I said, wagging a finger at him.

He looked put out for a second, but he grinned, realizing that I was only joking. He then resumed his washing. He moved his beautiful hands down from my neck to my breasts and massaged them hard. I whimpered as he tried to pinch my nipples, but his fingers kept slipping off, so it just hurt for a second and then he had to do it again. Oh, it felt so good.

"Jake," I gasped, tilting my head back and letting the water run down my neck. "Feels so good..."

"I know. I know, Sam, I know..."

Dropping to his knees, Jake gently nuzzled my tummy as he parted my labia with his soapy fingers. He paused to rinse them clean so it wouldn't sting, then he slipped two inside my vagina before I knew what he was about. I gasped again and, not giving me time to think or feel, he started rubbing his thumb across my clitoris over and over. I whimpered, loving that sweet feeling of his wet fingers on my wet skin, just rubbing... Rubbing over and over...Harder and harder... The water, in a steady stream, kept beating down on my bared neck as I leaned back on the wall, dripping down my body in rhythm with Jake's fingers in and on me. He kept licking and kissing around my bellybutton and across my mound above his fingers. And all that together just drove me higher and higher.

"Oh, God, Jake!" I cried, edging closer.

"Come, Sammie. Come, please!"

Faster and faster, Jake stroked me, his fingers inside thrusting hard against my G-spot. The way his wet thumb felt flicking across my throbbing clit was incredible, the way his fingers felt inside me was beautiful and the orgasm he gave me then and there was indescribable.

"Jake!" I groaned, throwing my head back as I came.

I arched my back, thrusting my hips against him. He grinned and I shuddered. Oh, for a second, I lost control of my body. Luckily I was leaning back so I didn't fall on Jake and crush him. As I trembled, coming back down, my girl cum dripped out around his fingers, washing away with the water.

With a soft laugh, Jake rose and embraced me, taking my weight in his arms. I fought to catch my breath and when I had, he took my mouth and with it, my breath again. He kissed me, hard and passionately, and with the water, his hands, his lips and his body, I felt like I was drowning.

I felt the hardness between my thighs and I knew why he was kissing me that way. He was ready to go... again. With a soft whimper, he plunged into me, not even waiting for me to say it was okay. And, in a way, I liked his forcefulness. I loved the way he bounced back and forth between being passive and being aggressive in love. It was sexy to be dominated, but so sweet when he was slow and romantic. I liked the changes.

Anyway, Jake shifted his weight so I could put my legs around his waist. I wrapped them tightly, clinging to him with my arms around his neck. He pressed against me, pinning me against the wall so he didn't have to hold up all of my 140 pounds.

"Oh, yes," I hissed, feeling the head of his cock reach my G-spot.

He started fucking me again, not as hard as he could, but he was still ferocious. And after all I'd been through for the last few hours, it still felt good. Having him ram that gorgeous tool into me over and over... it was just incredible. And it didn't take long, my rain dripping down between us. My breath caught in my chest and I was finished.

"Fuck yes!" I gasped, climaxing that quickly.

Shocked, Jake kept pounding into me, gasping for air as he held me there against the wall. He grinned, realizing that he had shoved me over the edge that fast. This only made him wilder and he fucked me faster and faster. Finally, after my pussy was really starting to hurt, he gave in and fell against me, crying my name out loud as his cum spilt into me.

We clung to one another as the hot water ran over our bodies, washing away the sweat, sweetness and semen. Jake's hands were on my bottom, supporting me and my arms were around his waist, holding him against me. He gasped for breath, muttering something inaudibly against my breast. Finally, we rinsed off, gently running our fingers through one another's hair to get all the soap off.

We stepped out of the shower, dripping water onto everything and Jake scrambled about for a clean towel.

"Only one?" I said, grinning.

Sheepishly, Jake shrugged and waited his turn to dry off. I felt bad, realizing that he didn't hardly have time to do laundry or the money to buy a lot of anything. It was then that I decided I was going to be one of those girlfriends who always takes good care of their guy, no matter what. Whenever I was at his place, I was going to help him; be it doing laundry or picking up, I wanted to help him. After all he had done for me, starting with the confidence he unknowingly gave me early on in our friendship to the love he made to me now, he deserved anything and everything I could do for him.

"Jakie," I whispered, putting the towel around him and drawing him close to me, "I love you so goddamn much."

Slowly brushing his lips across my face from my temple down to my lips and up to my other ear, he whispered, "I love you even more, Sammie."

As he laid my damp, naked body on his bed, Jake looked down at me and sighed, "Thank you, Sam, for the wonderful gifts you've given me—today and every day. You're the greatest present I could ever have asked for."

"Happy birthday, Jake. I wish you could know just how much you mean to me..." I muttered as he sat down beside me.

Gently finger combing my wet locks, he said, "I know, Sammie. I know because you mean that much to me..."


Part 7: Backseat Driving

Started: Mid-To-Late April, 2007

Finished: Late April, 2007

*~*~*

(January)

Within a couple of weeks, and with Jake's incredible help, I managed to acquire my driver's license. I made a point of driving my mother's red Mustang into town as often as possible so I could see my lover.

The first day I went to his store after receiving my permit, I strode inside like I owned the place.

"Sam!" he cried, running around the counter to embrace me like a soldier returning home.

I let him squeeze me tightly for a long moment before he let go and asked, "I thought you couldn't come today."

"I have a surprise for you."

"Ooh, something good?" he asked, looking around as if we were being eavesdropped upon.

I held up the keys to the Ford, the red keychain from the dealership still on it.

"Oh my God. You got the Mustang!" he squealed, flinging himself on me.

"I made sure there wasn't anything in the backseat before I left," I said, giving him an enigmatic grin.

"Fucking shit. I am so taking my break as soon as Jeff gets back!"

I went and waited outside so no one knew what was up and within ten minutes, Jake wandered outside, a dumb, happy grin on his face that gave the impression of a virgin who'd moved in with a sorority full of strippers.

"Hey there, handsome, you need a ride?" I asked from the bench in front of the restaurant by the mall's entrance.

"Well, actually," he said, shuffling his feet. "I'm waiting on my girlfriend. But I appreciate the offer."

Giggling, I took his hand and led him to the remote corner of the parking lot where I had left the little red sports car.

"This car is almost as hot as you, Sam," he said, grinning.

"Wait'll you see it from inside..."

"Oh God..." he whispered, catching on to what I implied there.

Opening the door, I let him crawl into the little backseat first. It was cramped in there, but somehow I knew that in about in five minutes, that wasn't going to matter. I crawled in on top of Jake and slammed the door shut, locking it just in case. Silently, I thanked God that my mother had got the one with tinted windows.

"I can't breathe, Sammie," he whispered, looking up at me in awe.

"Me neither," I gasped, slipping my hands under the hem of his black t-shirt bearing the band name, "THE USED," across the front in cursive. "I want you so bad I can taste it, Jakie..."

He moved his mouth like he was trying to speak, but all that came out was a soft whimper of anticipation. I smiled seductively as I pulled his shirt up over his head. His tight, low jeans came next as I hastily unbuckled the belt. All the while, Jake moaned beneath me, gently running his fingers through my long hair.

When all that lay between us were his pale blue boxers, I knelt between his knees and bent down, running my lips over his thighs. His voice broke as I trailed my tongue up the inside of his right thigh and that sense of power again overwhelmed me—I never would have imagined it was so easy to make a grown man beg and whimper.

"Please, let me... let me take them off," he gasped, his hands trembling with anticipation.

"Fine," I sighed, tugging the shorts down off his skinny hips.

Looking down at him, I smiled softly, wondering how it was possible for me to do something that I was raised to believe was dirty and yet feel so comfortable, so safe, so... right. Touching Jake, pleasing him, doing things to him that made him cry... That was my purpose on this earth. To make love to this man.

"I love you," I whispered, bending down to press a tender kiss to his tummy.

"Love... love you more, Sammie..." he gasped, knowing what was coming next.

Not wanting to let him off with just head this time, I decided to do it a little differently. I took his throbbing cock in my fingers and slowly started massaging him from base to tip and back again.

"Oh yes," he hissed, tilting his head back against the speaker in the wall. "Mm, yes..."

I licked a slow stroke around the base of him, giggling as he begged me to go down on him.

"No, honey... I want this to last like the first time. I want you to come inside me..."

"Sam, I just had a horrible thought!"

"Hm?"

"What if I knock you up?"

I glanced up and saw the look of terror on his gorgeous face and I couldn't help but laugh.

"We've done it like fifty times and you're just now realizing I could get pregnant?"

"Well, the first few times, I worried, but you haven't said anything about missing a period and lately, we've just been going down on each other. I thought it was because of some unspoken non-impregnation deal..."

"Honey, I've had an irregular period since I hit puberty..."

"Uh...?"

"I'm... On... The... Pill!"

"Oh thank you God," he whispered, letting himself fall back on the seat.

I collapsed on him, giggling uncontrollably at his horror and ensuing relief.

"Now shut up and let me fuck you! You're wasting time."

"Yes'm!"

I continued my stroking of his erection and bent down to take one of his balls in my mouth.

"You're the first person to ever do that to me..." he moaned. "God it's sweet..."

"I hope I'm the last..."

Jake didn't reply, but he smiled in an odd way and it gave me a good feeling.

I stroked faster, wanting to put him close to the edge and just as he was about to come, I let go and he groaned in frustration.

"God I hate it when you do that!" he growled, grabbing me by the shoulders, flipping us both, and pinning me beneath him.

"I like to drive you crazy," I whispered, taking my shirt and jeans off hastily.

"I'm gonna drive you... hard," he replied, dropping his voice down to a seductive purr as he yanked my panties down. "We're gonna go places you never even seen before."

"Do it!"

Viciously, Jake thrust into me, causing me to cry out in pain. Secretly, I loved it when Jake said dirty things or hurt me when we loved. It was a rare treat, so rare that I didn't want to tell him how much I liked it in case he'd do it more or less often and ruin the thrill of it. Already I was dripping wet and he slid in easily, but it was his force that hurt.

Without a word, he began to thrust into me over and over, eventually whispering my name in my ear, his lips trembling. I threw my head back and moaned incoherently as he pounded me so fucking hard.

"Ugh, God, Jake, it's so hard..." I cried, resting my feet flat on the headliner.

"You know you like it..."

Jake opened his mouth and licked up from my shoulder to my hairline, twisting his tongue down in my ear. He knew how much I loved being licked and he made sure to do it every time we loved. I opened my mouth and let him trail his tongue between my lips and down my throat. He loved to kiss, for lack of a better word, deeply, and somehow it thrilled me. He swirled his tongue around the roof of my mouth and it tickled, then he licked across my tongue and into the back of my throat.




One Night Ch. 06-07



I bit down, shocking him, but he smiled. I knew he liked biting and we continued that back and forth, him licking me where I liked it and me biting him where he liked it.

"Fuck me harder, Jakie," I growled, humping my hips up against him.

He ran his hand down from where he gripped my shoulder and squeezed my ass, making me whimper—it was almost a squeal, really. With this grip, he used the leverage to fuck me even harder. Secretly, I had always wondered if you could actually make a car rock when you were having sex in the backseat... It was true.

I blushed at the idea, but didn't give it much of a thought as my body was rocked with pleasure.

"Oh, Jakie, I'm coming, baby!" I whimpered, arching my back against him.

"Me too..."

I loved how relentless he was. Jake wouldn't stop his rhythm no matter what. Not until we both had cried out in bliss. Harder and harder, he kept pounding me, begging me to come for him. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and he gave a final grunt and I felt his hot cum flow into me. As he accidentally bit down on my tongue, I felt my pussy clench around his penis and I too came hard.

"Jake!" I practically squealed. "Yes, honey. Yes... oh yes..."

Gasping, we both lay there, waiting for that feeling, that glow, that joy, to fade so we could move again.

"I love you so fucking much," he whispered, brushing my hair back and kissing my forehead.

"Yet I still love you more, babe."

"I... I'm sorry but I gotta go back to work. Jeff knows what's going on but I bet he won't tolerate me being late too many times."

"I understand. And I need to head home. I promised my mom I'd help her set up her new stereo," I sighed, too happy to think hard or worry.

In a tangled, sweaty knot, Jake and I helped each other dress and he left me with a kiss and a promise of another night together soon. I put the key in the ignition and headed home. 



One Night Ch. 07



"What do you want Sarah," said Mr. James.

The sex-shop toys on the table entered her mind, but toys didn't appeal to her right now. She wanted...

A bad boy. A bad situation.

Mr. James seemed to know. That seemed to have been the case all along though. That was one reason she was here with him now. Sarah was ignoring those nice-girl lessons she had learned all her life and changing, chancing everything for this moment, for this man.

With the confidence of a predator that frequently lures prey into its trap, Mr. James reeled her in, maneuvered her in front of the window, her back to his chest.

Sarah could see a woman who was arguing with her husband. They seemed so close she could read their lips and hear their voices through the gaping window. They were debating about whether they should stay up all night listening to jazz or just get some shut-eye for their city tour tomorrow. 

"Can they see us?" Sarah asked on a breath, already suspecting the answer.

Mr. James splayed his hands over her ribs, ran them downward, resting them over her bared belly, rubbing circles into her skin with the pads of his fingers.

"There's enough light so that they can see what we're doing, yes. Will that stop you?"

Dragonflies winged though her stomach, moving lower, flapping electric wings against her clit, making her restless. "No."

"Very good."

He kissed the side of her neck, nipping at the throbbing vein, causing her to lean into the contact. At the same time, she kept an eye on the people across the street, hoping they would go about their business and ignore this wicked behavior.

Hoping they would look.

His fingers moved downward, skimming into her panties, sliding between the swollen folds of her sex. Mr. James surrounded her tender nub, worked it until she rested her weight back against him.

Sarah watched the couple, they had broken apart. The man was still near the window, debating with his unseen wife.

Mr. James' breath was coming faster in her ear. "I'll slip right into you. How long can you wait for it little Sarah?"

Her boss was cocky. So sure of himself, so sure that she wouldn't be able to wait. This was something he had planned, had wanted from the moment he chose her and now she knew that. She realized she belonged, belonged to him.

"Forever," she answered him.

With that, he laughed, then urged a finger up inside of her, swirling it around. "Then I'll make sure it takes that long."

She was barely holding it together, her body in flux, like a pan of paint being sloshed back and forth, mingling in color and texture.

"Just try," she managed, wanting to give as good as she was getting. "Try to outlast me."

"I will."

He inserted a second finger into her, thrusting upward so that his thumb pressed against her clit. Groaning, Sarah fell against the window, head cradled against an arm, breast crushed against the glass. Her hardened nipples glided up and down against the slippery cool of it, moving with his every demand.

Then, unable to help herself, she parted her braced arms, looking between them, keeping their maybe audience in sight. Her heart beat double time at the thought of getting caught. 

"I wondered if you'd be an easy touch," he said, whisper ragged. "You'll cream in another minute little Sarah."

Now this was more then sex. It was her showing him that she would get her man. That she would exceed expectation and never fail herself again.

Sarah reached in back of her, sketching over his rock-hard crotch. "I give you thirty seconds."

That did it. He abandoned her nether regions and used both hands to grasp the straps of her peignoir. With a rough tug, he tore it off her, the material screeching.

The air tickled her exposed skin.

Wasting no time, he yanked off her panties, too, but she was already whipping around, grabbing his shirt and ripping. Buttons flew, hitting the wall, the floor.

In response, he buried a hand in her hair, and she thought, This is it. The kiss.

But he didn't make a move.

Slowly, Sarah raised herself up, sweeping the tips of her breast over his smooth muscled chest.

A kiss. Just a kiss.

For a moment, his gaze softened and his lips parted as he bent to meet her.

A jagged whisper separated them.

But then he jerked, just slightly. Froze.

A beat passed, like the ticking of a bomb -- infinite and nerve shattering.

Then something in the pale of his eyes expanded. Released.

He spun her around again, bringing her back to the window -- as if he couldn't stand to look at her. To touch her lips. To let her in.

"Let's get their attention," Mr. James said, referring to those outside the window. Ignoring what had almost happened between them. "Let's give a show."

She hugged the wooden frame again, Mr. James pulled off the rest of his shirt. Then he did away with all his clothing. Naked, he pressed himself to her, skin covering sweat-dabbed skin. Of its own volition, his cock nudged between her thighs, seeking the wetness, the plumped readiness.

As Sarah whimpered, spreading her legs and wiggling her hips backward to allow the tip of him to slide against her, guilt stretched his pores. The feeling was as heavy as the humidity, shrouding him.

He couldn't kiss her. He never kissed women, never saw the point in it. The act was only a means to an end-the end being this, what they already had now.

Explosive sex. Orgasm.

Kissing didn't get you the thrill of either of them, so why do it?

Mr. James wouldn't admit to avoiding something deeper.

Innocence. The regaining of it with a tender touch.

Damn her for reminding him.

He spoke with harshness. "What would your friends think if they were watching? What would all those people who thought you were a responsible girl say to you?"

"Just touch me, please."

Teasing her with the tip of his cock, he laughed, his fingers reaching beneath her firm smoothness of her ass to open her folds wider. "What will these people across the street say to their own friends about the couple they saw fucking like animals?"

"I'm sure it'll get a good laugh. I don't care... Just... Please..."

So, she couldn't stand the wait. Hell, he couldn't either. The center of him was hammering, taking over. His cock was ready, the tip leaking with precum, just waiting to feel the warmth of her.

Beaten, he raised his arms and folded them over her own, plastering his damp skin against hers. In a moment of utter weakness, he allowed himself to nest his face into her lemon-breeze hair, to breathe her in and keep her for only a few seconds.

Then, on a hitched curse, he slid into her with one deep drive, careful to avoid breaking the glass. Sarah pressed forward, face so close to the window that her breath steamed the panes, clouding them like a disappearing heartbeat that only reappeared, time and again, to fade away.

"There..." she sighed.

She was so tight, so damned tight and nice, surrounding him like one of the velvet cuffs on the nearby table. Capturing him. Never letting go.

In, out, in...

Without thinking, he felt his fingers entwine with hers as they both palmed the window frame.

Through the have of his sight, he saw the man make a gesture at his wife, then turn toward the window. He stopped in his steps, mouth agape as he squinted and crept closer to his picture-box view.

Sarah gasped, and by instinct, Mr. James moved her sideways toward the cover of the armoire, so they were out of the man's sight. 

"But..." she said.

"No, you belong to me." And he meant it...for the moment at least.

A long, satisfied "mmm" escaped her as she collapsed against the armoire, hugging the old, polished wood. It was the sound of a woman who wanted something more than what was happening now.

His blood quickened, and he nuzzled a hand over her sex, giving him leverage and allowing her to bend forward slightly to accommodate his slick pounding. The gentle ramming that was coming faster...faster.

At the same time, his fingers played her, made her cry out, asking for more.

This was all he was going to give, he thought, riding her, thrusting and swaying with the music of a jazz song gone awry.

Wet skin, sliding and skimming. A saxophone dripping notes in slow time.

Warm fluids, coating thighs and sensitive flesh. A bass raining the blues.

His hips, grinding, bringing them both to a crescendo. Drums, pounding out a crazed beat with no sense or rhythm.

Louder, faster, different scales losing their structure and falling like beads from a balcony.

Harder, and harder still, circles of color shattering on the streets and bursting upward, burning whoever was standing in their way.

He exploded inside her. She rocked forward clutching the armoire for balance. His body let loose, his cum spray deep into her and Sarah's own body clamped around him, even tighter. She held on as her own glorious climax flooded her body. Time stopped, stood still as she felt Mr. James lay against her, still holding her tight, seeming to want to leave her.

"Little Sarah," he whispered. Nothing else nothing more... 



One Night Ch. 08



Mr. James wasn't sure what to make of what just happened. He suspected he'd given away too much with his body. Oddly enough he wasn't all that sorry. He was feeling something, something more then what he planned on but it was there none the less. He wondered though what Sarah wanted? Was it just the story, just her career? Time would tell.

He picked her and laid her soft body on the bed. Grabbing a cloth from the rose water filled basin he washed her. He cleaned himself from between her legs. He paid extra attention to the soft, delicate folds. His fingers moved over her, lingering, taking it in, and putting it to his memory. 

"You are a true beauty Sarah. I've never known a woman like you." 

Sarah was left without words. Her mind was completely blank. For a reporter it wasn't a common trait. She always had words falling from her lips, onto the computer or notepad. Now was just too much. She had just had the most amazing sex with a man, no her boss. She watched him carefully as he moved back to the water and wiped his own body.

What a perfect specimen she thought. A soft smile crossed her face as she studied him. His shoulders, arms, his chest, he amazed her. The man was simply perfect. She let out a soft sigh and felt the bed give way as he joined her there. His hand moved up her stomach, touching her seemingly because he could not help himself. 

"Will you be ready for this Sarah?"

"I will be but tell me Mr. James..."

"Sarah call me Scott for the moment. It's only right."

"Well then Scott, what is it you want from me with him? To get him into bed?" she asked a little upset.

"No. You won't sleep with him. I would not let that happen. Just get close. Play to him. Get him to let his guard down with you sweet Sarah."

"I'll try. It's all I can do. When do we begin this charade?"

"We should go now. He's got to be out there in the lounge area. I'll let you walk alone. Know this though, I'll be very close," he said before leaving her.

Sarah moved over to the armoire where a robe laid waiting. She felt bare putting nothing else on but that was the game she was playing. She slipped the satin over her body and tied the robe closed. All the while she felt his eyes on her, watching her and it warmed her. Slipping into the heels she opened the door and left without a word. Her mind was a jumble of various thoughts.

What she would say to Richards? How she would get close enough to find out the things he liked to do. The very things in public he said he was against. That was part of the job though. Sarah remembered this was her chance, the big fish. She glanced around the room looking for the man. He was there, a blond still on each side. She shook her head, made small eye contact and moved to the bar.

"Jack, on the rocks please," she told the man.

"Where's you friend?"

Sarah shuddered slightly as she felt the voice more then heard it. She was looking at the bar but knew it was game time so she turned to face Richards.

"I'm sure he'll be along eventually," she flashed her bright smile.

"Wore him out did you. My kind of girl."

"Perhaps. What kind of girl is that Mr. Richards?" "Oh I believe you know the type," he said running his hand over her robe to where it tied. "The kind that enjoys these kinds of knots, being tied up, getting spanked, for starters. Is that you?"

Sarah took a sip of her drink that was placed in front of her. Was that her? Could be she enjoyed the feel of being bound, being helpless. She hadn't every tried such things but now that she was thinking about it, she might have to.

"Perhaps I am Mr. Richards."

"I could show you Sarah. You would enjoy it."

The guy was cocky. She had just been with another man not too long ago and here this man was telling her how she would enjoy it with. She knew she'd have to get more. Play it out longer before she'd have enough for a good story.

"You think so. Why don't we sit and you tell me more. Let me know what I've been missing and what you can give me," she didn't wait for an answer but took her drink and swayed her hips to a chair and table in the corner. It was then she saw her Mr. James in the room. He made no move toward her, just spoke with some ladies at the bar.

Richards followed her, seeing her partner had entered the room but paid her no attention. He assumed she would be his, free for the plucking. So as he sat down he smiled while looking at her, his hand on the table, watching her before speaking.

"I think you've lead a sheltered life sexually. Now you want to try, to experiment. Don't you?"

"You could say that. I'm open to knew things. What about you? What are you into?"

"I like my girls tied up. I like to hear them begging, cry for it before they get it. I like to be in control Sarah. To have you at my mercy. Completely under my control. Would it scare you?"

She thought for a moment, seeming to take it in. She wanted that but not with him. Yet she had to make him believe that there was a chance. 

"Scared, no. It would turn me on to be taken like that. To have to trust in the man completely, give myself to him."

"That's very good to know. I have toys for just such occasions. I think you'd like that," he said moving his hand to cover hers.

"Toys? Like what, a paddle? You will have to forgive my ignorance with it all. I'm so new to it," she smiled at him, flirting.

"Yes, toys just like that. There are paddles, whips, various other things that while they give some pain they also give pleasure. You know that two are so close, one leading into the other. It's all so very erotic."

"I get that feeling."

"So why don't you move closer Sarah. Come sit on my lap and lets talk some more. Tell me more about you."

Unsure of it all but not wanting to lose what she had been working so hard for she stood. Her eyes locking with those of Mr. James. Sarah lowered her head and moved to sit sideways on Mr. Richards lap. Her hands resting on his chest as they became comfy.

Mr. James watched it all unfold. He sat back, silent, seeming to be speaking with the ladies around him. All the while just watching Sarah. His pulse beat double time when he saw that man touch her. He was acting very possessive and wasn't sure why. Then when she moved to his lap he nearly lost it. He had to play it cool otherwise all would be lost and this hypocrite would be lost. So he just watched through grinding teeth and downed another shot of whiskey.

"What's to tell? Just a girl wanting to try new things, find out exactly what I want."

"The man you are with, who's he?"

"Someone I met on the street. We met a few weeks ago and clicked. He and I haven't been together long and it's not exclusive," she said running a finger over his lips and watched as he sucked on it.

His hands gripped her hips as he sucked harder on her little finger. Richards tasted her, devoured her. There was something about this girl's innocent feel that he liked. He wanted to strip her bare and make her beg for him. He could feel his body responding, could picture her before him. Tears falling from her blue eyes and she pleaded for release. She would be a beauty he decided. Then suddenly she was gone, pulled from his lap.

Richards looked up to see Mr. James standing there, holding Sarah to him. His eyes showing anger, he had tried to handle what was happening but failed. That never happened to a man like him. He had control. He never let these things under his skin. Yet he had. He'd lost complete control when the man began sucking on Sarah's finger, grabbing her and holding her to him.

"She's spoken for," was all he said and turned them away. He didn't speak just walked, silently to the room.

"Dress Sarah. I was wrong about this."

She was a mess. Picking up her clothes she stepped into them. She didn't understand what was going on with Mr. James, Scott. He had asked her to do this yet now she didn't know. Maybe she'd done something wrong. She couldn't have enough information against Michael Richards after such a short conversation. There was no way. The door opened again as she looked at herself in the mirror. Then she followed behind him. She had no idea what had just happened but planned to find out.



One Night Ch. 08







One Night Ch. 08



We drove aimlessly around North Austin and finally decided to go shopping. Jake reminded me of how I had bought him new clothes on his birthday and he said it was only fair that he do the same for me. Well, I knew damn good and well that Jake didn't have oodles of spending cash, so I resolved to shop very carefully.

It was a lot like his birthday: we jumped around Lakeline Mall and acted just plain stupid. We ran around and frightened shoppers and security guards and small children, and we got ice cream from the massive food court and flicked nuts at random badass-looking people. We didn't hardly spend any money, really. By 12:30, we were exhausted and starving, so we met my folks for lunch at this nicer restaurant on the north side of town.

Since it was still early, and Jake's place was only five minutes from where we were eating, my mom politely asked him if she could have me to go shopping with before the family dinner. Well, Jake, who knew damn good and well not to say anything against my mother, said that was fine. It would give us all time to go home and clean up before dinner.

So I went back to the mall with my family and spent even more money there. Only thing was my folks were a lot better off than my boyfriend and it was a given that my mom liked spending money on her girls—not just the ones she birthed, though; she often shopped for my cousins and her sisters as well.

When we got back home, I showered and dressed in the new dress I had bought. It was black with a halter-tie neck and a nice swishy hem. I didn't want to look overdressed, so I wore my All-Stars again. I had a silver pendant with a red strawberry hanging from it, red plastic hoop earrings and a red skull-print scarf to tie around my clean and fluffy hair. No one needed to know that I was dressing for one man only...

At seven, I rode with my family to this wonderful barbecue restaurant on the rich side of town. It sat on the river in the shade of beautiful trees and looked nice even that cold time of year. My whole family loved eating there and had been for years, but it was new to Jake, so as soon as he got there, I took him to the back to look out at the river before it was completely dark while my folks stayed in front waiting for my aunts, uncles and cousins.

Once they'd arrived, we all piled into a big table by the panorama windows overlooking the docks. Mallards, swans and turtles could still be seen gliding past even in the faint glow of twilight. Dinner went well. Most of my family really liked Jake, as they had met him a time or two. My cousin Josie, though, who considered herself something like my surrogate mother, liked to razz him a lot.

"So, when did you lose your virginity, Jacob?" she asked him, sipping a strawberry margarita as she leaned across the table.

Beside me, her daughter Maria, one of my best friends, hid her face and started giggling. On my left, Jake's tan face faded to a pasty grey shade.

"Uh, S—Sam, i—is she s—s—serious?"

"Shut up, Josie!" barked my mom, grinning and giggling.

"You do know to use protection, don't you, Sam?" said my aunt, Nina, matter-of-factly. She was the one person who wasn't doing that to embarrass me, though; she was just bizarrely frank and always trying to be helpful... in her own retarded way.

At that point, though, I wanted to sink through the floor and into the river below and drown. Jake, though, regained some of his color, seemingly beginning to think that it was all a joke. Some sort of hazing or a test. He laughed it off and I loved him for it.

"Trojan's the best," said Josie, helping herself to a slice of bread.

"No it isn't," said Jake, pausing, waiting for the horrified silence to fall. It did.

"He's kidding," I said, kicking his ankle.

"Sure he is," mumbled Josie.

"I hate you all," I said, grabbing my purse and rising to go to the bathroom. "Bathroom train, girls?" Three cousins rose to follow me.

"You're not leaving me with them, are you?"

"You made the condom joke, you ass, you reap the benefits," I growled, lovingly smacking the back of his head.

As I walked away, my sister and cousins in tow, I could hear Josie saying, "So, what brand do you think is the best, Jacob?"

After we returned, I was pleased to see that my father had engaged Jake in a deep conversation about how hard it is to work in retail, no doubt to save them both from any more sex-related discussions. Mom and Josie were cackling about something most likely fart-related and everyone else was buzzing about random topics.

I collapsed beside Jake as Maria sat next to me and I put my hand on his where it rested by his bread plate.

"Aha! Public display!" screeched Josie, lobbing a butter knife at our hands.

"Shit!" hissed Jake, yanking his hand out of the way in time.

"Josie!" cried my mom. "That's dangerous!"

I tossed the knife back at her, covered in butter, and it landed across her full breasts, bouncing back to the table.

"You little shit," she said, grinning evilly, and I regretted the move instantly.

A slice of bread found my face and chaos ensued. Thank God salvation came in the form of the cute waiter, bearing trays of our food.

"Is everything okay?" he deadpanned, ducking as a pat of butter flew his way.

"You have more butter?" asked Josie.

"Well, yeah..."

"Then everything's fine..."

After our plates were in front of us, the server asked, "Can I get ya'll anything else?"

"You don't have any cyanide pills, do you, hon?" I asked, smiling sweetly as I laid my napkin in my lap.

"Sorry, fresh out."

"Then I'll have to make do," I said, sawing a butter knife jokingly across my wrist.

Sadly, my cousin, mixed with alcohol and a boyfriend, made for a bad situation. But Jake and I made the best of it by retiring to the deck after dessert to kiss. Even though it was February, it was pleasantly cool, not icy cold like Jake's birthday was. We found a tree off the path that lined the shore and made out behind it in the dark until I heard my uncle calling my name and I knew it was time to tell everyone goodbye and thanks. After that wonderful family get-together, I was grateful to climb into Jake's little red Ford and head to his house.

"I'm sorry things turned out this way," I said, shaking my head.

"Are you kidding, Sam?" he said, laughing. "I felt so welcome there. I knew from the start, based on what you told me, that if they didn't treat me like shit, I wasn't a part of the family. They clearly welcomed me with open arms, right? All the trash talking and food tossing?"

"Well, I guess you're right. The worse they treat you, the more they like you, in my family... But still. I found it horrifying. Worse than when we first started dating."

"Maybe because now they all think we're fucking," he said reasonably.

"Good point."

"Wanna go do something else, or you wanna head home?" he asked, turning on the radio.

"Oh," I sighed, rubbing my forehead, "I'd honestly rather just go home and make love to you. After evenings like these, I always get tired and grouchy."

"Oh," said Jake, looking disappointed. "I thought you... well, never mind."

I gasped. I had completely forgotten about our plans. A greedy smile crept onto my face without my knowledge.

"Sorry, darling," I said, reaching a hand across to rest on his knee. "I forgot..."

"You still want to then?"

He looked nervous, more nervous than he did when being interrogated by my family. His lips were parted and he was breathing rather heavily.

"What's wrong, Jake?"

"Nothing, I'm just... Well, just sort of scared."

"Why?"

"I want to make your fantasy real, but I'm afraid of hurting you or not making it good enough or God knows what else," he sighed, glancing sideways at me.

"Glycerine" by Bush came on at that moment and I smiled. It was one of my favorite love songs and I sometimes played it while Jake and I made love. Jake caught this too and smiled, his unease just melting off his face in the pale glow of the dashboard.

"It must be for real," I whispered, repeating a line of the song.

Jake laughed and said, "Well, this is reassuring, Sammie. I'm sorry..."

"Jake," I said, taking his hand as the other rested on the wheel, "if you're not comfortable with this fantasy, I don't want to do it. Your happiness is so much more important to me that a stupid fantasy. If you want, I'd love to lay in your bed with the lights on and the fan blowing and the radio playing our songs and just love slow and hard and crazy and soft and just, just... just wonderfully... It's you, darling. Nothing matters to me but you."

Jake's brown eyes got really shiny in the glow of the headlights reflecting off the lush West Austin evergreen trees that lined the winding highway we were traveling. Occasionally, the glowing eye of an animal or the flash of glass of a house window could be seen, but the images where gone just as quickly as they had appeared, making you wonder if you'd imagined it. The slow power chords and strings of Bush's unusual ballad still purred out of the speakers in our thoughtful silence.

"All I want to do, Sam," he finally whispered, "is make you happy."

"Then your job's done, darling," I replied, smiling. "You make me happier than I ever could dream of being. When you love me, when you talk to me, smile at me. When you're just with me, I'm happy. Jake, there's nothing more you could ever do to make me happier than I am when I'm with you. Let's just go home and love sweetly and slowly the way I know we're both comfortable doing."

Jake sighed and nodded. "Okay," he said. "As long as you're satisfied, baby, it's okay."

"Hey, you know that Meatloaf song, Jake?" I suddenly asked as we took a curve overlooking a huge valley populated by myriad wealthy homes that glittered in the moonlight.

"Meatloaf?" he repeated, snickering. "I don't know about you, Sam, but I live in a little decade called now."

"It goes like this," I softly said, turning the radio down. "'Oh, it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night... I can see paradise by the dashboard light. Oh, it's cold and lonely in the deep... dark... night... I can see paradise by the dashboard... light...'"

"Oh, that song..."

He turned to grin at me, half his face in shadow and I saw every curve and line that made up the face of my dreams: his soft smile, curved by full lips; his joyful, glittering eyes, half-shut in deep thought behind his glasses; the shallow laugh line in his cheek that I knew would someday be much deeper. In a heartbeat, though, his eyes were back on the road and it was like I had had a brief glimpse into the future without knowing it.

"Jake," I suddenly said as he was quietly humming the song to himself.

"Hmm?"

"Can you tell me something...?"

"What?" he asked suspiciously.

"Is this... forever?"

He sighed and looked pointedly ahead as if he couldn't bear to meet my eye.

"I honestly don't know, Sam. If I knew, I would tell you. So I hope you'll be satisfied with the fact that you're the only woman I love and that I plan on loving you for a long time. Unforeseen factors always have their play, but as far as I can see, 'It must be for real, 'cause now I can feel...'"

My heart suddenly felt much lighter. Jake wasn't promising me we'd wind up married, but it was certainly a promise for a future together. I knew he was the kind of person who would always be my friend no matter what happened between us.

"Jake, thank you, baby. Thanks."

"I love you, Sam, remember that... One thing that won't ever change is the fact that I will love you 'til I'm dead and gone, okay?"

"I plan on loving you much longer."

We soon had arrived at the sprawling apartment complex behind the mall that Jake called home. Taking my hand, he led me sweetly up the stairs to his door.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?" he asked while unlocking the door.

"You mentioned it twice," I said, grinning, "but I'd love to hear it again."

"You're so goddamn beautiful," he whispered, nuzzling my nose as he led me inside.

His place looked the same: typical bachelor pad. But something felt different. It was curiously warm inside and all the lights were out. Something was different, but I couldn't finger it.

"I wanted to give you something," said Jake, walking to the kitchen table and picking up a small wrapped box. "My mom wanted you to have this."

"I love your mom," I said, taking it from him. "Thank you."

I tore the paper and opened the box and found inside a tiny, shiny ring, hanging from a black cord. It was too small for the finger of any grown woman, but that's what the cord was for, I guessed. It was made out of metal and had a big purple plastic gem set in it, and looked like the kind of ring you got out of gumball machines.

"It's so pretty," I whispered, knowing that a gift like that had sentimental value beyond comprehension.

"Wow," said Jake, taking it from me and tying it around my neck. "I can't believe Mom gave you her ring."

"What is it?" I asked, wondering about the deep familial lore I assumed it was steeped in.

"That was given to my mother when she was five years old by her best friend. He died in Desert Storm in the nineties, but they'd been friends their whole lives."

"Wow," I whispered, feeling my eyes get wet. "How did I get worthy of such a treasure?"

"I think Mom's ready to make you part of this family, Sam..."

"God... Thank you, Mina," I whispered long-distance to his Mom, making a mental note to call her and thank her the next day.

Jake embraced me as I lay my head on his shoulder, pressing my now wet face against his neck. He held me there in his kitchen in the semidarkness, still humming the Meatloaf song I had placed in his head earlier. The way his hands felt on my back, the smell of his skin so close to me, the feel of his heart beating against my chest... It was all too much and I felt myself start to get wet.

"Jake," I softly whispered, "I want you..."

He tilted his head so our lips could meet and I felt my legs lose all their strength. His hand found my hair and he tangled his fingers in the soft curls at the back of my neck; his other hand he slipped down to cup my ass gently and pull me tightly against him. Against my hips, I felt the soft bulge in his jeans harden and grow.

"Sam," he suddenly whispered, "I wanna fuck you. Now. My way."

"Okay..." I said, a little confused.

"Shut up," he barked, throwing me back against the wall beside the fridge.

"Ow, Jake!"

But he didn't seem to hear. He pinned me there and roughly kneaded my breasts through my dress and bra, a sadistic smile on his lips.

"Mm, so soft," he purred, bending down to bite gently at my neck. "So... sweet..."

As his right hand slid up my leg and under the hem of the dress, I caught on: This was my fantasy. It was all just a ruse and he had been fucking with me on the way over here. Now, he was really going to fuck me.

"No, stop," I whispered, trying to stop his hand as it found the now damp bulge in my panties.

"Shut up," he growled. "Didn't you want this? Don't you want me?"

"Not like this..." I whimpered, fixing my eyes on him in what I hoped was convincing terror. "I'm scared..."

"Shut up, bitch," he said, slapping me across the face. It wasn't hard enough to really hurt, but it left my skin stinging a little and Jake paused then, looking up at me looking a little frightened as though he had gone too far. I stifled a grin and whimpered.

"Please don't hurt me," I asked, blinking my eyes so that a few tears leaked out.

His self-confidence roared back as he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the living room.

"Uh, where—where are you taking me, J—Jake?" I asked, tripping over my own purse where I had set it earlier.

"To my bed," he said, giving me a smile that sent chills down my spine.

"No, Jake. I am not that sort of girl. I—I'm not ready to make love."

"Don't worry, then," he said, throwing me against the wall beside the bedroom door. "There won't be any love made here tonight..."

"Oh, God..."

I don't know why it was so easy to play fear. I guess it was because I had fantasized about it so much, but it just came naturally. Sometimes I almost felt like Jake was really a stranger and I was his victim. It was incredible. My heart was pounding so fast and my pussy was so wet...

"Jake, remember... we're friends... We—we don't do things like this with friends..."

"Screw that!" he barked, shoving me into his room. I tumbled to the floor with a genuine cry.

"Sorry," he whispered, giving me his hand.

I played it up, though, and fell back, holding my knees up to my chest and sobbing realistically. He grinned, catching on, and crouched in front of me.

"You know, this could feel good if you want it to," he said in what I now was taking as his "sadistic rapist voice," an odd, low growl he had never used in front of me—until now. "Just relax, pretty little thing. It'll all be over in a few minutes..."

"It'd better not be," I whispered, grinning up at him.

"Do that," he whispered, nodding in my direction, "when you're serious. Look me in the eye and whisper like that so I'll know the truth, okay? Anytime during this whole thing, Sam, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're not going to get off as easily as you think, though, you little... you little... cunt!"

I thought his hesitation before using the word "cunt" was the cutest thing ever. Jake was too sweet for his own good.

"Please... don't do this..." I whimpered, backing against the edge of the bed where he'd cornered me.

"Get up."

"You'll have to make me..."

"Get up, bitch."

"No!" I said suddenly, getting up and running for the door.

"Oh, no you don't!"

Jake tackled me, literally landing on top of me and pinning me to the floor. That hurt something fierce, so I cried out for real.

"Uh, you're hurting me," I sobbed, fighting him.

"Shut up, bitch. You deserve this!" he barked, fighting to keep me down. His nails dug into my arm and his weight was suffocating.

"Noooo!!" I sobbed as he dragged me, kicking and crying, back to his bed.

I fought him as realistically yet gently as I could—if I wanted to, overpowering Jake would have been a piece of cake, sadly—as he threw me onto the mattress. He straddled me so I couldn't get up as he pulled my arms up over my head to the headboard. Waiting there were two belts and he wrapped one around my wrists and buckled it quickly, binding my hands together. The other, he looped through the first one and buckled to the headboard.

"No... Please..." I sobbed, fighting the restraints. The thin leather dug into my wrist and I liked how much it hurt.

"Oh, I am gonna enjoy this, you little slut. You filthy, dirty, disgusting little cunt..." he growled.

I just moaned and whimpered in faux pain. It was easy, though, concealing pleasured cries in pain.

"Your body is so beautiful," he purred, licking my bare shoulder.

He drew his tongue down to my breastbone, gently nipping under the edge of the dress at my breasts. With one hand, he reached up and untied the halter straps. They fell loosely and he tugged at the hem of the dress, dragging it down my body.

"Noooo... Please," I whimpered, shaking my head as tears rolled convincingly down my cheeks.

The dress didn't tear, luckily, as it slid off my body. Jake tossed it with excessive force toward the wall and it fell to the floor with a soft shush in the dark. My panties were soaked through and I watched the look on his face when he spotted this. But he slid his hands up to my strapless bra and unhooked it, yanking it away from my pale, soft breasts. My tiny pink nipples were so stiff and hard by now that it hurt; Jake took advantage of this and bit down viciously on my left one.




One Night Ch. 08



"Oh, no, please, please don't!" I cried, arching my back against the pain and pleasure shooting through my body.

"Delicious," he purred, sucking roughly.

His left hand found my right breast and he pinched the nipple tightly, digging those long, sexy nails into my sensitive skin. I found myself whimpering and moaning incoherently. I hadn't been that turned on in a long time and I was enjoying all the teasing pain and pleasure. As his mouth slid to the other breast, Jake slipped his left hand down over my stomach, lovingly caressing the pale, smooth skin with his soft palm, then slowly slipping it down between my legs. I felt the nerves in my loins leap at the sudden contact and I moaned softly in appreciation, almost forgetting that I was in character.

"Uh... oh, Jake..." I whimpered before remembering. "Oh, please don't do this. It isn't right. I don't like it. Please..." I begged, my voice breaking with need.

"You're mine, slut. Not a thing you can say is going to change what I'm gonna do to you," he softly said, looking up at me from my saliva covered breast.

Meanwhile, his hand still cupped my mound, and my hips, of their own volition, rocked gently into his grip, giving vague, childish pleasure to the sensitive area under the silky satin. Gingerly, he pressed his middle finger into the folds of skin through the fabric, causing friction to brush my eager, throbbing clitoris.

"Oh, yes," I whimpered against my will. "I mean, please... Stop... I am begging you!"

"I kinda like that," said Jake, grinning up at me. "Why don't you beg me to stop, bitch, and maybe... just maybe I'll think about stopping."

"Please. I care about you, Jake. I—I thought I knew you. I am begging you not to hurt me. I know you're good somewhere deep down and I am pleading to that part of you. Please, please stop. It's not too late to let me go. I'm begging you, please, Jake!"

"Sorry, my sweet little fuck, but you're not getting away from me. I've been waiting for this way too long."

"You lied," I cried, dragging out the last word with plenty of sobs. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you're fucking hot and I wanna fuck your sweet, tight, delicious little cunt until I can't anymore."

"You're evil," I whimpered, crying. "So that's what you're gonna do? You're just gonna fuck me?"

"Yup."

"So," I said, dropping my voice to a whisper, "tell me what you're gonna do..."

"Oh... okay," he whispered, kissing my tummy. He raised his voice and said, "Oh, yeah, bitch. There's so much I wanna do to you, you'll be begging me to stop. Begging. I wanna taste your wet little cunt, drink all that sweet, warm honey from your pussy and then ram my big, hot cock up in there—all of it! And I am gonna slide it in and out over and over and over and over until you can't take it anymore. I am gonna fuck you so goddamn hard you won't know what hit you. I wanna hear you scream and cry and beg and moan. I wanna tear you apart. I am gonna make you mine like nothing you ever imagined..."

Even in his words of false anger and hate, I heard the love and romance he always felt. He still wanted me to feel good and he was still a hopeless romantic, even in his dirty, disgusting threats.

"No, please!" I cried, suddenly fighting hard.

"That's it!" he barked as he bitch-slapped me again. I cried out and he did it again, but harder. I couldn't help the soft whisper, begging him to do it again, so I felt his hand again, this time low on my hip, as close to my ass as he could reach the way I laid. His nails dug into my arm where he gripped it with his other hand and he slapped me again. The pain was so fucking sweet and he could tell I was enjoying it. But he whispered, "I can't stand hitting you, Sam."

"I'm sorry, Jake" I whispered back, "but don't stop."

"I won't..."

Jake reared back and slapped my face once more before growling, "You will shut the fuck up and enjoy this, bitch, or I will make it hurt. You will hurt so badly when I am through with you, don't make it worse!"

All I could do was moan.

Next, he grabbed my ankles and shoved my legs up against my stomach, spreading my thighs so my pussy opened up before his hungry brown eyes. There was a long pause as I felt his hot breath on my yearning wetness. But then, I cried out in pleasure as his tongue brushed my clit.

"Yes!" I cried, forgetting again. "Uh, no, please! It hurts!"

"Shut up! You want it to hurt worse, bitch?"

"No," I whimpered, seemingly terrified. "Please!"

"Then shut the fuck up!"

His hand once again slammed against my ass and my pussy clenched as he did so, revealing to him how much I was enjoying it. He licked into my navel and then trailed his tongue down to my clit, latching onto it and sucking hard like a hungry child. His tongue flicked against the tip of it inside his mouth and his teeth grazed its little pink hood. I trembled under him, my pleasure beyond description.

I kept my feet up and he knew I would, so he let my ankles go and gripped my ass cheeks with his hands, digging his claws in 'til he drew blood. I cried out in genuine pain, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. My pussy was watering uncontrollably as he slowly drew his tongue down to my vagina, lapping at the sweetness now flooding out of the eager opening. I couldn't help humping my hips up against his face in need and I thought I heard him chuckle softly.

I wanted to come with his tongue in me, but he drew it down again—to my asshole! I cried out as he slipped it inside, my tight muscles contracting even tighter around his tongue. His fingernails still tore into the soft white flesh of my ass, but I barely noticed as he fucked his tongue in and out of my anus, my pussy still weeping with need. I had no idea he would do that and I was in pleasure beyond English words.

"Uh, aahhh... Oh, J—J—Jake! Oh, oh, oh, oh! Uuhhhhhhh... Yesss... J—Jake, baby..."

I couldn't say anything. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, I couldn't hump, I couldn't even breath. I wanted so desperately to bring my arms down and embrace him for the pleasure he was giving me. I wanted to hold his head tighter against me, but I couldn't.

Suddenly, one of his hands left my ass and three long, skinny, sexy fingers were thrust viciously into my aching, soaking, throbbing, needing pussy. He fucked them in and out in the same rhythm as his tongue in my asshole and I was squealing with delight. My eyes I squeezed shut, and my lips were trembling. My fingers, tied up over my head, were tingling and nearly numb. My clitoris was begging, and I prayed that Jake would know what needed to be done. My heart rate was nearing that of a rabbit pursued by a carnivore. I could barely get enough air to my lungs to keep me from passing out.

"Jake!" I begged, needing it to stop before I fainted, needing just one touch in the right place to end it all.

As if reading my mind as he often did, Jake took his right hand from where it still gripped my ass and placed his thumb against the place where his other three fingers were fucking my cunt. Once wetted, he dragged the thumb up to my clitoris and hit it suddenly, violently and quickly.

"JAKE!!!" I screamed as my orgasm hit with all the force of a speeding bus. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!!! OOooohhhhhhoo! Oh, God! Oh!"

Girl cum squirted out of my pussy onto his hand as his tongue still thrust in and out of my clenching ass. His fingertips hit my G-spot over and over as the orgasm rocked my body, making me tremble and quake, my eyes half shut. I felt consciousness slip away for just a heartbeat as I recovered from the most intense orgasm of my life.

"Oh, Jake," I whimpered as his tongue slid out of my ass for the last time.

His fingers still gently fucked my G-spot, sending smaller waves of pleasure over me relentlessly.

"Open your eyes, Sam," he whispered.

I did so, looking up at his shining brown ones, and smiled weakly.

"Was it all you imagined?"

"There aren't words," I whimpered. "Thank you, darling. My darling, Jake. My baby... It was wonderful..."

"Good," he growled, suddenly grinning, "'cause I ain't through with you, you little fucking slut!"

I don't know why, but after such a powerful orgasm I had sort of thought it was over. I should have known Jake wouldn't quit until he was satisfied. He would never stop before he'd fucked my cunt and I was grateful for his persistence.

Now, Jake pulled my ankles down, dragging me lower on the bed. I wriggled and fought against him as my pussy still throbbed from the spectacular orgasm.

"Don't fight it, bitch," he purred. "You should enjoy this."

"No... please," I begged, giving him puppy eyes. "You don't have to do this..."

"Yeah, I do. You are a slut and a fucking bitch and you deserve to be fucked! You're a filthy little whore and I am gonna make you hurt. I am going to make... you... bleed..."

"Please, I'm begging you, Jake. Please don't hurt me."

"Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!"

Here, Jake bitch-slapped me again, only harder this time. I could tell after what he'd just done to me, his confidence was overflowing and he was figuring out how far he could take things, what he could and could not do.

It should be noted that, aside from hearing him call friends across a room, I had never heard Jake raise his voice and each time he did it, I felt just a tiny bit saddened to see that side of him. Yet, this was also the side of him that thrilled me and sent chills down my spine and had just given me a climax like none other.

Straddling me like a man on horseback, Jake pulled his shirt off, revealing that flat, smooth, golden stomach that I had so often teased and trailed my tongue over. Every curve and dip in the flesh of his chest and abdomen was so beautiful and just looking at him made me wet again. He reached down to unbuckle his belt—one made of webbing and with a buckle that looked like that of the seatbelt in a car— and tugged his pants off, careful to keep pinning me to the mattress. I now got to see the sweet bulge in his shorts and was thrilled to think it was for me—and also how hard he was working to keep his own desire in check. He hastily pulled his boxers off and I got to see him in all his glory. Oh, just the sight of it made my mouth water. I wanted to take all of him right then.

"Are you... are you gonna stick that... stick that in m—me?" I asked in a timid whimper.

"You want it in your mouth, bitch?"

"No!" I cried, shaking my head quickly, sending fake tears flying.

"Too bad..."

He crawled so that his cock brushed against my lips before straddling my head, his knees above my shoulders, hooking behind my arms. With one hand, he grabbed my hair and yanked, hurting me and making my head tilt back. I cried out, begging him no, but he quickly thrust, sending his cock all the way down my throat. He did it so swiftly that I nearly choked. My eyes started to water in genuine, but I didn't want him to stop. I liked him forcing all that hot, hard flesh in my mouth.

"Blink three times real fast," he quickly whispered, "if you want me to stop."

I gave a barely perceptible nod and screamed against his flesh. Hardly a sound came through, but it sounded pained and I liked the effect. Jake parted his lips as he sighed, clearly enjoying the way my throat felt undulating around his member, before he suddenly and violently started humping me. Oh, I'd never imagined having my mouth raped, but that seems like the best way to describe what he was doing to me. He did it so hard and so fast I really thought I would choke. I barely sniffed little gasps of air in through my nose. I felt like I was drowning, but oh, it was wonderful. My pussy was weeping as he did it harder and harder, over and over. I screamed—or tried to—around that gorgeous cock and Jake could only smile sadistically. I fought my bonds as he gripped my head with his hands, rearing back 'til only the head of his cock rested on my tongue, before thrusting back in so quickly, I was afraid one of us would get hurt. When just the head was in my mouth, I could taste his tangy precum and I knew he was so close. I wanted desperately to bite down, but this was my masochistic fantasy; he wasn't supposed to hurt.

"Oh, that's some sweet mouth," he groaned, pulling out suddenly, just when I knew he was about to go, "but I have so much more planned for you before I give in."

"Please stop!" I sobbed, genuinely gasping for air, my voice breaking. "I can't take anymore! I am begging you, please!"

"Shut up!"

Jake's hand made contact with my face again with a resounding crack. I squealed in pain and he laughed. Oh, that laugh terrified me. Jake had never laughed like that before.

"If I didn't know better," I whispered, "I'd swear you were enjoying this..."

"I could certainly learn to," he purred, kissing me gently on the cheek. "Now..."

His cock throbbing and slick with my saliva, Jake bent low over me, sliding his tongue along from the hollow of my hip up my stomach. I sighed as he did this, but had to stifle a childish giggle as his tongue slid up the hollow under my arm. Up he took it to my wrist where he bit down viciously. I cried out as he drew blood.

"You taste so sweet," he growled, nuzzling my ear. "And I want to fuck you. Hard."

"Please don't..."

"How many times to I have to tell you, bitch? Shut the fucking hell up!"

Another bitch slap.

Without warning, Jake had swung his hips over my body. I felt the head of his cock hit my slit as he landed. I looked up and saw the eagerness and joy in his eyes as he looked down at my weeping pussy. A tender smile was on his lips but when he looked up at me, it was suddenly greedy, hungry... and dark.

"Jake," I whimpered. "Please, no..."

His hands slid up to my neck and wrapped around it.

"You say another goddamn word, you filthy whore, and I will kill you."

At the same time, I was terrified and thrilled like never before.

"Please..."

"I will, bitch. I'll fucking kill you."

"You don't have the balls," I softly said, biting my lip, going for the "sick of being bullied" approach.

"Don't—don't test me, you cunt," he said, faltering as if my ploy was working. His grip on my neck tightened and he looked both scared and angry. I liked the effect. "You wanna see what I'm willing to do to you? I don't need you alive to fuck, you know. I could slit your throat and then get off. Wanna see?"

"No," I whimpered.

"Then shut... the fucking... hell... up."

I whimpered as Jake reached down between us to grip his throbbing, hot, rock-hard cock. He gently stroked it for a second before rubbing the head up and down my slippery slit. I bit my tongue so I didn't moan in pleasure. Slowly, he slipped the head inside my cunt, then, and then pulled it back out. Over and over he did that, teasing me. My hips, of their accord, bucked up to meet him. Finally, he reared back and thrust all the way in. He did it so hard that I cried out in real pain.

He reached down and brought my legs up, resting my calves on his shoulders. I hadn't felt my pussy so exposed before. I liked how it felt stretching around his beautiful cock, which was now throbbing deep inside me. The way Jake was gasping implied just how much he too was enjoying it.

"I wanna hurt you..." he purred, nuzzling my cheek.

"Please, don't..." I begged.

Jake opened his mouth and trailed his tongue down my face to my neck. Without warning, he bit down viciously on my neck, drawing blood almost instantly. I squealed, unable to hide all the masochistic pleasure shooting through my body. It was beautiful, disgusting, ungodly, and oh so sweet.

"Kiss me just once," I whispered, wanting to be reminded that he did love me.

Nodding, Jake lowered his face over mine, brushing his lips across my cheek and to my lips. I parted mine and felt his tongue slip inside as he pressed his mouth hard against mine. I moaned into his throat, feeling so happy, so wicked. But his kiss was tender. Slow, passionate. His tongue brushed my teeth, the very back of my throat. His hands gently stroked my sides, up and down as we kissed slowly. Finally he pulled back.

"Enough of that bullshit."

He opened his mouth and licked up my face from my jaw to my eye. It was amazingly disgusting and I liked it.

Then, without warning, Jake drew back and fell into me. He fucked me so hard that I screamed.

"Shut up," he hissed, wrapping his hands around my throat again. "Every time you make a noise, bitch, I am gonna fuck you harder. You want it to hurt that bad?"

My mouth went dry. I wanted with everything I had to scream, "Yes, yes, yes!" but I couldn't. I had to be the victim.

"No," I finally whimpered, shaking my head, though it was difficult as he gently choked me.

"Then shut up."

Jake's hips were thrust against me with all the raging force of... of... Well, I don't know. I've never even imagined someone fucking like that. It was violent, hard, fast, furious, but at the same time, passionate. I could only scream as the head of his cock hit my G-spot over and over, feeling like a hammer stroke.

"Jake!" I screamed, trying to throw my head back.

I felt his fingers tighten on my throat and I tried to gasp. This only made it worse. His hips were fucking so hard against mine that my legs were tingling. His pubic bone was hitting my clit with such force that I felt some of the muscles in my thighs twitch—usually only his tongue could cause that spasm.

"Uhhh... yes... yes... Oh, God, yes!"

With every whimper, every word out of my mouth, Jake's hands were tighter on my neck. I actually started having trouble breathing and each time I gasped, I felt another wave of honey seep from my pussy in the painful desire it gave me.

Jake was now thrusting so hard it was almost like a constant pressure on my hips. I felt his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my neck, my nipples pressing into his bare chest. It was overwhelming. I literally felt like I was drowning in him. There were more sensations caused to me than I could ever begin to describe. It was really like being plunged into dark water—only the water was pleasure. I screamed, though it was more like a gurgle with his hands strangling me. I looked up and saw Jake's face screwed up against his own imminent orgasm—something I'm sure he was desperate for after all that time.

I didn't think he could fuck faster or harder than that, but when he felt my pussy clench around his throbbing, aching tool he drew back and started the rhythm anew. It was like a machine: pistons pumping in and out of me with all the speed of a freight train. I tried to cry out, but my throat was closing off and I could barely breathe as it was.

"You're a filthy... dirty... disgusting little... cunt... Sam... You're a... pathetic... useless... bitch who's... only good... for a fuck..." grunted Jake, his hands trembling where they gripped my neck.

I was suffocating, but the pleasure was indescribable. All I could do was gasp and arch my back as the head of his member, his erection, his beautiful, hard, wonderful cock, fucked my G-spot.

My orgasm hit like the pavement when you jump off a building. Pleasure shot through me like electricity. The lack of oxygen to my brain magnified the pleasure a thousand times so the climax was like none other could ever be. I tried so hard to scream, but all that came out was a strangled grunt.

As he let his own orgasm fly, Jake ducked his head, resting his forehead against my collarbone. He didn't scream, or even whisper my name like he liked to do. He just gasped, probably far more exhausted than I was.

His hands released their dangerous grip on my neck and I gasped, letting air fill my lungs. Tears streamed out of my eyes, wetting my neck and mingling with my sweat in my hair. It took several minutes for my throat to relax enough for me to form words.




One Night Ch. 09



"What's going on? What was that all about? I, I don't understand?"

Scott James let his hands grip the wheel tighter as he drove through the city street. The lights seemed to float past them as they went. He himself had no idea why he had acted in such a manner. All along he had felt it would be just sexual, no emotion involved. Yet sex with her had been more then that. Seeing him with Richards made him see red.

"There is nothing to understand," he said in a matter of fact tone.

"Nothing to understand, are you kidding? You just pulled me out of there, off of him without letting me get too much information. How can I write a story, one you wanted, without it? Tell me," she asked.

"Sarah, believe me when I tell you that I think you have enough information for the story. Now you need to write it," he said avoiding the other part of the question. The actual why he tore her from that man when she saw him talking to her, touching her like he needed to.

Sarah sat there, her hands folded in her lap. Her mind was going a million miles an hour. She tried replaying everything; maybe she had done something wrong. She couldn't think of anything, nothing at all came to mind. Mr. James said she had enough for a story but it didn't make sense to her as to why they left as they did. Was there more to his feelings, something else he didn't want to say?

"Mr. James, Scott, what's going on between us? I deserve to know," she asked quietly.

There it was, the question he knew her journalistic mind would not let rest until it was answered. Wanting the real reason behind his mood and what he did. His hands held fast to the bound leather of the wheel, his foot pressing a little more on the gas pedal. He wasn't sure what to say. Telling Sarah that he acted out of a jealous rage didn't sit well with him. His eyes held fast to the road, looking at the lights, trying to ignore her.

It didn't happen. He couldn't ignore her or the question, even to himself.

"You do deserve to know. I'm not sure what happened. I saw you with him. Saw you sitting there on his lap, seeing you talking to him, flirting. I saw his hand move on your body and I lost it. I couldn't take him touching you when I just had," he spoke, looking over at her then back to the road. 

They had just arrived at her place. She wasn't sure what to do with what he just told her. Did it mean he had feelings? Was there more to what they had than just work? Sarah was utterly clueless. It wasn't uncommon. She hadn't had much experience but this seemed so way out of her league. 


"I think I should just go in. Thank you for the night. It was ... wonderful," she said stepping from the car, not waiting for him to answer and went into her house.

Scott James sat in his car and watched her. Watched her hips sway as she walked away from him. He, for once in his life, wasn't sure what would come next. He had always prided himself in his control, the fact that no matter the situation he could handle it. In just a few hours, though, that blonde had changed everything, changed him.

He left when he saw the lights go on in her place. Instead of driving home he headed to a club. There would be jazz and he could have a drink. He needed to take his mind somewhere else. Try and get himself together before he saw her again. Somehow he had to get a handle on his emotions.

The bar had nearly cleared out but his friend Iggy was still playing with the band. Soft soothing sounds filled the room and Scott sat down and ordered whiskey. It was the only thing that would help him at the moment. He sipped at the drink slowly. His head filled with thoughts of her, what she was doing and how he was going to handle this new addiction.

Sarah turned the lights on in her house. Her mind was already reeling from what she'd heard from him tonight. He had been jealous. How had that all happened? Of course she had feelings for him. She wasn't just a girl who had sex to have sex. She was specific about her partners. Having dreamt about her boss, though, she knew no matter what she would sleep with him given the opportunity. 

"What do I do...?" she whispered into the air.

She had poured herself a glass of red wine and headed to the bath. She wanted nothing more then to soak her troubles away. On went the water and a healthy dose of bubble bath. She undressed carefully. Sarah slowly put everything back in its place, her movements sort of methodical, not really thinking at all. 

Her body slipped into the water, it warmed the coldness she felt. Her head fell back on the soft cushion she used. The sigh that all women have slipped passed her lips as she closed her eyes. She wondered what he was doing now. Was he as bad as her? Probably not, she thought.

Mr. James was always in control. Anything else would be out of character. She just assumed he would go home and not think twice about the night. Sarah didn't know that it was so very far from the truth. Just then her cell phone rang. She had left it in her purse which lay on the bed. It could go to voicemail. She'd had enough tonight she thought as her eyes drifted closed and she let her mind relax.

Time seemed to pass and Sarah decided to leave the warmth of her bath and dress for bed. That consisted of a white cami and a pair of lace panties. Just then she heard a beep and remembered the call on her phone. Rummaging through her purse she finally found her cell and looked at the caller ID, unknown. There was a voicemail. She dialed and sat on the corner of her bed listening to a voice, a very male voice..

"Miss Jacobs there is more going on than you know. Tonight's festivities were not the only ones Mr. Richards enjoys. Be careful where you step with this one. I will be in contact."

That was all there was. She obviously couldn't trace the call. Her first instinct was to call her boss but after what just happened she thought better of it. She saved the message to her phone and crawled into bed. Her mind suddenly rolling, wondering what the caller meant, who it was. Then she thought how'd they know I was there and who I was? How did they get my number?

Scott left the club and made his way to his sleek condo. Like him, it oozed male mystique. The decoration sparse but all with purpose, it didn't have the warmth to it most places had. For him it was just a place to sleep and eat. He really never spent too much time there.

He cleaned out his pockets and placed things on his dresser. His clothes soon followed and went into the basket for dry cleaning. He put on a clean pair of boxer-briefs and crawled into the bed. His mind instantly thought of the woman. He was seriously hooked. He hadn't expected it, but hell he should have.

He had thought of nothing else since he had met and decided to hire her. Yes, she had a great talent, but he couldn't not look at the girl and want her, to taste her. Scott often wondered what it would be like to feel her long, lean legs wrapped around his waist. He imagined her sighs, her eyes and the way they would darken with passion. He wanted all that and more. He now realized just how much he wanted her.

"Damn," he muttered before trying to fall asleep.

The morning came and both Mr. James and Sarah Jacobs woke and dressed with their minds on one another. Both had slept well with dreams of the other. Eating very little, Sarah made it into the office just before him. He smiled at her but went straight into his office and closed the door. She sat there wondering how to approach him about the phone call she received and at the last moment decided against it. 

She would do some of her own research. She pulled up her notes on Richards and added what she had found out last night. The girls, the bondage... it did intrigue Sarah. She decided to dive into that world some and take a look at what she could find online. 

There were so many web sites. Most of them required payment of some sort to join but offered a "tour". She took it all in, the girls and even men that enjoyed being bound, whipped, and paddled. There were many more extremes and Sarah wondered if Richards went that far. Inside, though, she knew the answer already to that question, without a doubt the man did.

"Sarah, what's this?" 

"Ummm, just research for the story Mr. James. Richards told me he enjoyed some of these things. Obviously they are things he adamantly opposes in his political world," she said.

"Really. I never pegged that he was so deep into the lifestyle. He told you this though?"

"That was pretty much the jist of it. He said he liked his girls tied, begging in front of him," she said with a slight blush as she remembered thinking about being in front of Mr. James, begging for him.

"Well this should all make for a good story then. I assume you will be getting to work on it so that it can get to publishing before too long."

"Yes Mr. James," she said.

"Have you had lunch yet Sarah?"

Taken aback, the question coming out of left field, she took a second before answering. "Uh, no I haven't. Why?"

"Get yourself ready. We will go in five. We need to talk more," he said and walked away.

Talk, yes they did. She let out a deep breath and then began closing everything up. She made sure all her notes were safe and quickly grabbed her purse when he came back by. They were off for lunch and a much more private conversation she thought.



One Night Ch. 09



Warning / Author's Note / Spoiler Alert:

This was my first attempt writing something like this. It's four years old and I don't dare attempt to re-write it. If there's something wrong with it, chock it up to the fact that I was a 20-year-old virgin writing about something I didn't fully understand. I'll take positive criticism, but please don't knock me for a lack of knowledge. I tried to do research.

Now, I know there's a lot of guys out there who have an aversion to the whole idea of taking it up the ass. Well, click "back" 'cause that's what this story is about. I shit you not.

No, Sam doesn't take it in the ass. She does the taking. Don't wanna spoil it, but I don't want no hate mail from pissed-off phallic-centric, insecure guys. Just saying.

Also, this is my first attempt using "in-text" html formatting for my italics, so if I screw it up, I sincerely apologize.

Thanks for your time and patience. I love you all!

~DA

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Part 9: Jake's Dirty Little Secret

Started: Thursday October 25th, 2007 (I lost track of when I finished it)

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(March )

"Oh, God, please... don't—don't stop..."

"Jake?"

I walked into his apartment, surprising him on an early March afternoon. I thought we could go for a ride in my mom's car since she wasn't doing anything with it and Jake and I both had the day off. It was something of a given that our simultaneous days off were to be spent together. But as I walked inside, dropping my purse on the couch, I heard Jake in his bedroom, whispering, begging, moaning. Now I knew for a fact that he wouldn't cheat on me—he wasn't the type of guy—but it sure as hell sounded suspicious.

"Jake?" I said again, knocking gently on the bedroom door so I didn't scare him.

"Huh?" he moaned back, his voice breaking. "S—Sam?"

"Are you okay?" I asked, opening the door and seeing him lying on his bed, his laptop nearby.

He was wearing only boxers and a t-shirt; his cock was up over the waistband of the shorts and he was whacking off pretty frantically.

"Let me help you with that," I added, grinning.

"No..." he murmured as I moved towards the bed.

There was a long, confused pause on my part. "What?"

"Don't, please..."

His tone was pleading. His big brown eyes were wide and almost frightened. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, making his choppy bangs stick in places.

"And why—why not?" I asked, feeling my heart sink in my chest.

"This is one fantasy you can't know about..." he said, his voice changing from desperate to incredibly sad. His left hand moved to turn his laptop off.

After another long pause, during which I felt myself start to fume, I said, "Like my rape fantasy? How on earth could it be worse than that?"

"It's worse..." he muttered, still stroking himself with his right.

"Why can't I get you off?"

His eyes met mine and I saw the answer in his expression. He didn't even need to say what he said next.

"You're not part of this fantasy."

Now, to be absolutely honest, I had had plenty of incredible fantasies about Jake long before we started fucking. But I also had fantasized about a couple of friends of mine to whom I was also attracted—though not in love with, as I was with Jake—to keep me busy on the nights I was mad at him. But since we started dating, and loving, I hadn't even thought about another man. Not like that. And I guess I flattered myself in thinking that I was all he wanted, the same as he was for me.

"Then I guess I better go wait for you to finish," I finally said, sadly turning from the room.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." I heard him whisper as I headed back into the living room.

Now I guess it was selfish to be that hurt by the fact that I wasn't the only one he fantasized about, but the fact that he needed to hide it from me rather hurt. I mean, yes, he did have to fight the fact that I liked to be dominated out of me, but I eventually gave in. I guess I would have to fight this one out of him. But then, maybe it wasn't like, he was thinking about his old girl friends or some hot chick he knew. What if it was a cute little fanboy fantasy about someone fictional? He was such an X-Men nut, maybe he was whacking off to a fantasy about Jean Grey or maybe even Catwoman from Batman... Hell, I would dress up in green spandex or black leather and kitty ears to hear him scream, even if it wasn't my name. This thought lightened my mood considerably as I walked back to the mustang.

"Sam!" panted Jake, running down the steps to the car and thrusting his hand against the door as I opened it, slamming it back shut.

"Jake," I softly said, nodding politely like we were mere acquaintances, and not lovers.

"I'm sorry. I know we don't keep secrets, but I would die if you knew this one. It's just not right," he gasped, reaching out a hand for mine.

His eyes were wide and so sad. It was hard to be mad when I looked at him.

"I was thinking, Jake, that it would be okay if it wasn't like, someone you know. Just tell me one thing and you're forgiven."

"What?"

"Is she a real woman, or is she a fictional woman?"

Jake paused, his eyes flicking back and forth between each of mine as if looking for more criteria to subject to. Finally he sighed, "The only way I can answer this is to say no, it's not a real woman."

I smiled a little. "Good. You know, I wouldn't mind dressing up as Phoenix if that's what it took to make you feel like you made me feel on my birthday. I'd kinda like the green spandex."

It took him a second to catch what I was saying, but he finally said, "Oh, wow. That would be cool... I honestly never even thought about that, having a fictional character take me... But God, I know you'd do it better than anyone could... I always saw you as something of a living Phoenix—a living, breathing, walking, talking superhero."

"You're forgiven, Jakie," I said, grinning at him.

"Can we still go out today? I know it was our day to hang out..."

"Oh, alright," I sighed, letting him put his long, warm, strong arms around me.

But secretly, I was vowing to find out what his fantasy was and make it real. Even if it meant being sneaky. After all, he had snuck onto my computer to read the story I wrote about him raping me.

Well, an opportunity arose not long after. It was only a week after I had stumbled upon Jake masturbating to a fantasy I couldn't know when he left me alone in his place. I had been helping him do his laundry when his old roommate Deb called and asked him to meet her downstairs to get the CDs she had borrowed from him several weeks before. Jake didn't hesitate to run down and see his old friend for five minutes, leaving me folding towels.

I had been waiting all week for an opportunity, and with a grin, I dropped what I was doing as soon as I heard the door close and ran to his computer. It was plugged in, charging, and on, luckily. It only took a second to warm up from sleep mode and I quickly opened his documents folder. I honestly didn't know if it was art, fiction, animation or film that he was jerking off to that day, but I narrowed it down to three things that hadn't been opened since that day and I copied them to a flash drive I'd been carrying with me just in case.

It didn't take but a moment to copy the files and I quickly set the comp back to sleep mode and hurried back to the washing machine, slipping the RAM into my pocket. Jake took his time with his friend, but that didn't bother me. I was sort of revered among his fangirls as the one who "caught" him; they had all been trying for years to win his heart, but it was me that did it. Some of them liked me okay, a few loved me, and a couple hated me with good reason. I wasn't particularly pretty or sexy or really that great in any obvious way—why wouldn't they be mad at me? Most of them were voluptuous and beautiful. It doesn't seem fair to me either. Though, in my defense, I always cared for Jake and I showed it, and I think that might have been what set me apart from the pretty girls he had known longer. I made a point of doing things for him to remind him how much he meant to me and I never took him for granted.

"God, she's at it again," I heard Jake grumble as he came back inside.

"What?" I called from the laundry area, a nook beyond the kitchen.

"She's going back to work at the Yellow Rose," he sighed, joining me and picking up a washcloth—his idea of helping.

"I thought they paid bad there?"

See, Deb was a stripper by trade.

"Yeah, but she says Sugar's has been treating her like crap."

"Well, it's her body she's objectifying. Her choice, I guess, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean, I love her dearly and wanna look out after her, but I'm not her mom..." he muttered, grabbing a towel to fold.

"What do you mean by that? What's she need?" I asked.

"She wants to move again and I'm so tired of helping her."

"Baby, she's a grown woman. You're not obligated to help her every time she needs it just because you're friends. I only been hanging out here a few months but I've seen how she saps your energy, and baby, you don't need that. If you can and it's not too big a deal, help her out. But if you're just sick of all the crap, let her family help her out. You told me they're cool."

"Yeah, I know," he sighed, tossing the dryer sheet in the trash. After staring the linoleum down for a moment he added, "Was this the last load?"

"Yes, sir," I said, relieved to be done with one of my least favorite chores. Like I didn't do enough of it for my family at home.

"Well, what can I do to thank you for helping me?" asked Jake, smiling vaguely as he reached his arms out for me.

"Well," I purred, letting him embrace me, "I'd been thinking all day about something..."

"Really? Something I could give you?"

"Oh, yes... It's hot, and sweet... Very few know how to do it right. And oh, I've been craving one for so long now... I wanna taste it, feel it in my mouth and on my tongue... down my throat... mmm, so good..."

"You're not talking about sex," he deadpanned.

Not beating around the bush, I said, "Donuts."

"You know I can't."

"But we can go have some fresh treats and a latte."

"Fine," he sighed, grinning at me. "But I gotta admit, you were making me a little hard with the thing you do with your voice."

"You mean this?" I asked in the deep throaty growl I used when seducing him.

"Yeah..."

"Well, maybe after we have lunch, I can give you something else sweet..."

As soon as I got home that evening, I plugged the little flash drive into my laptop and pulled up the files. The first was one of his wonderfully crappy superhero fan fics. I recognized it as one he had asked me to critique before. The second was a video file of Young Love, one of his favorite bands.

"Bingo," I whispered to myself upon opening the third.

It was a simple Word file saved under the name, "DarkSun1.doc". There was no heading, but it appeared to have been copied off the internet, the way I did my favorite porno and hentai stories. I felt a dark, tingling twinge of anticipation and a little fear as I read the soft-core intro. It started about a young teen boy who was hanging out with his friends. Now I honestly thought this would be some sweet and dirty first time story, since the hero was so young. I kept wondering when the woman would be introduced. I kept thinking it would be an older woman or a dominatrix or something kinky that Jake wouldn't want me to know about. I wondered as I kept reading, but by the third page it hit me.

This was a yaoi.

My heart leapt into my throat as I read the words describing the scene. The young man and his older friend were the last at the party, laughing and drinking together. They sat side-by-side on a railing, joking about girls and drugs and sex, and suddenly the older put his hand on the younger man's face. I have to admit, it was extremely sexy, reading that slow scene as the older boy seduced the unsuspecting boy, but it seemed wrong to think of Jake as the boy.

"He's bi," I whispered, my heart sinking down inside me.

Yes, the concept itself of my boyfriend being bisexual was kinky, interesting and something I had certainly considered time and again, but the thought of Jake being bi sort of saddened me. It wasn't that he was obviously the straightest mother fucker I had ever met. No, he was always a little fruity. Part of why I thought he was so hot. But the fact that he'd done me so many times, I had been convinced that he was straight. Now, it almost seemed like he had been lying to me for three whole months. I couldn't help but feel a little betrayed.

But then, he had practically put me in tears to find out about my rape fantasy, so maybe I should swallow my selfish pride and make his butt-fucking fantasy a reality. No, I wasn't going to go find an older, experienced gay guy, but there was a lot a girl could do to please her guy that way.

"Jake, darling, I've been thinking..."

"Uh-oh. When you call me 'darling,' something bad always happens."

Jake and I were sitting in his car two days later. It was Friday afternoon and we were heading to his mom's for lunch. He didn't have to be at work until midnight and then he had Saturday night off.

"Well, you have tomorrow night off and there was something I read about that I wanted to try on you..." I said, ejecting the mix CD we'd been listening to and switching to KISS fm, the hit station.

"We are talking about something sexual, right?" he asked, his eyebrows lowering in suspicion as he changed lanes.

"Yes."

"Just wanted to clarify," he sighed. "Will it hurt?"

"Only if you want it to."

"Ooh, maybe. Is it a secret?"

"Yup. I don't want you to know at all."

"Well, you should have surprised me. I mean, like, snuck in my bedroom in the middle of the night or something."

"In the country, honey," I laughed, "if I'd-a done that, I'd-a got shot."

"Oh, I do have that gun... But still..."

"No, I wanted to give you warning 'cause I know you love the anticipation. And I thought it only fair."

"Well, that's okay. Anything you do, Sammie, has gotta be good."

Saturday evening, I showed up at Jake's place in seemingly normal clothes with a seemingly normal purse that was abnormally full. We sat on his ratty sofa, watching Cardcaptor Sakura DVDs and eating cookies while his fluffy kitty sat on my lap, Jake's lap being taken up by me of course.

"Hey, did you ever read any of those awesome Cardcaptor lemons online?" he suddenly asked out of the blue.

After a long pause, I said, "Maaaaaybe..."

"Dirty girl. Why would you read lesbian hentai?"

"Perfectly honest, Jake, I... I used to think I was gay. I still enjoy a little girl-on-girl fiction."

"God, that is so hot," he whispered, nuzzling my shoulder.

"Boy, I have a couple of stories I could show you..." I purred, grinning at him over my shoulder.

A soft whimper escaped his mouth.

"Have—have you ever, uh..."

"Been with a girl? No. But don't think I don't want to..."

I felt his cock beneath me suddenly grow. It wasn't a full on erection, but I could tell the concept of watching me fuck another woman was one of the things he'd thought about.

To make something out of that little hardness under me, I turned around on his lap and kissed him, running my fingers through his soft, shaggy, brown hair. He moaned as he put his arms around me, drawing my body as close to his as possible. I knew then that my plan was going to work. It wasn't hard to turn him on, but the spontaneity of it was thrilling and sweet. It was the kind of arousal that makes you feel like you're fifteen again.

"I love you," he murmured against my mouth.

"I love you more, Jakie..."

His penis was now very large and very hard and I wanted him to come now so I could start fresh in his room. I had a lot of plans for him that night, but I didn't want him to have to wait too long, so I reached down between us and unzipped his tattered, baggy jeans. He softly moaned as he felt my fingers wrap around his hardness. Without any ado, I slipped to the floor and knelt in between his legs.

"Really?" he asked, smiling sweetly at me.

"It's what I want right now. That okay?"

"My cock in your mouth," he said, chuckling quietly, "is never not okay..."

I grinned as I took him down my throat. He had incredible stamina, as I have mentioned often before, but I knew how to bring him to his knees and all I really had to do was suck him off with passion and attentiveness and he would usually blow his load in a couple of minutes. And I wasn't disappointed. He came with a sharp cry of pained pleasure as I swallowed around the head of his cock over and over. I felt the hot spurt of cum against the back of my throat and I smiled, drinking it up.

"Oh, God, that was so good," he gasped when he was spent, falling back limply on the sofa, his fingers still tangled in my hair.

I slowly crawled back up into his lap and embraced him. He put his arms around me as I lovingly nuzzled his neck and face.

"Thank you so much," he whispered, tilting my head up so I would look at him. The look on his face was priceless.

"You're welcome." I was touched that no matter how many times I pleased him, he still thanked me. He was always grateful. But then... so was I. "There's a lot more I want to do tonight, baby, my Jakie. You wanna follow me to your bedroom?"

A soft moan was his only response as he let me pull him to his feet and lead him to his room.

"First, we have to set some parameters. One, you do trust me no matter what, right?" I said, sitting him on the edge of the big, comfy queen-sized bed.

"With my life, Sammie," he said, looking a little suspicious. "And?"

"You mind being blindfolded?"

"Not if it's just you."

"Okay. And will you do as I ask, no questions asked?"

"Umm... I guess so. This is going to hurt, isn't it?"

"Not really. But you will be surprised. A lot. That okay?"

"Yeah..." he said, his eyebrows arched in curiosity. "Is this safe and legal?"

"Far as I know..."

My grin was unnerving, I'm sure, but I think Jake liked all the sneakiness and intrigue. He had always liked my ambiguousness, especially in my seduction. I tried to sweeten my smile so as to reassure him and I think it worked. His look softened and he finally grinned at me.

"Show me what you have in mind, Sam. I wanna see..."

I grinned again as I kissed him and pulled his old t-shirt up over his head, and then pushed him back on the bed. I moved my body slowly over him to get him in the mood and I felt his penis stir almost instantly as my clothed hips brushed over his. I reached over and took a silk scarf of my grandmother's out of my purse where I had left it on his bedside table and gently traced it over his wide, beautiful eyes. His lips parted in fear as I did so, but I loved the shape of his mouth as he gasped. After dragging the soft fabric across his skin several times, I reached around him and tied it behind his head, covering his eyes completely.

"See anything?" I asked.

"No..." he muttered, clearly in fear.

"Good."

Without giving him a chance to react, I pulled his arms up over his head and tied them to the headboard with another old scarf the way my own arms had been tied less than a month before.

"Oh, shit," he whispered, clearly not expecting the bondage.

"Sorry," I purred in his ear, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin as I did so, "but I couldn't risk you running away. But I will stop if you truly don't like what I am about to do. Though I hope you appreciate all the trouble I am about to go to for you..."

"Okay?" he said in a high voice.

"Okay," I growled.

I climbed off him and moved to get my purse off the table. From it, I pulled a small blue bottle, the contents of which I don't really feel like revealing at the moment, and a particular toy I had just purchased earlier in the week. I quickly began to undress.




One Night Ch. 09



"You're undressing," said Jake, tilting his head in my direction, though he couldn't see. "I liked watching you undress..."

"Sorry," I said, bending down to kiss his cheek.

My clothes shed, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Jake, the bottle and toy beside his hips, and started dry-humping him through his jeans.

"Oh, God, I love it when you do that... Ugh..." he grunted, bucking his hips up to meet mine. "Harder..."

"Not yet, baby," I said, moving so I could tug his jeans down off his hips.

"Oh, this isn't like you," he said, sounding saddened.

"How so?"

"You're all about foreplay. I don't think I've ever had you take my jeans off without running your tongue along my stomach or at least kissing my pelvic bone. I miss it."

"Sorry, but this is a different fantasy, Jake. The person I am right now isn't the kind for foreplay," I said, injecting a lot of mystery into my tone.

"Uh, is this a fantasy I know about?" he asked, sounding nervous.

"Oh, I should hope you know it well. It's yours..."

"Oh, God..." His lips parted again, this time with a look of recognition on his face. "Then... if you're not Sam... Who are you?"

"I don't know exactly. You wouldn't tell me."

"Sam... Sam, this... I mean, you can't. How could you...?"

"Don't make me gag you, too," I growled, taking his now rock-hard cock in my right hand. I stroked him for a bit, forcing him to focus on the pleasure. "Now, there is something I want to do to you and I know I can make you happy, but you have to trust me. This is what you wanted, Jake, so hush..."

"Oh, God, forgive me," he gasped.

Straddling his hips, I opened the blue bottle and squeezed a small drop of the coconut-scented lubricant onto my fingertip. With a soft sigh, I reached up and drew the tip of that finger down his cheek to his collarbone. Upon realizing what it was, I saw the flush rise in his face, but he didn't say anything. I leaned forward and then licked the sweet trail off his skin, making him gasp.

"Stay put," I said, moving off of him.

I think he knew what I was doing based on the look of mixed recognition and bewilderment on his face. I knelt on the bed beside him, attaching a strap-on to myself, feeling a strong sense of urgency and unease. What I was about to do wasn't something a lot of women did for their men—hell, few men who were dating women would want them to, I'm sure. But there I was. And frankly, I wanted it. I wanted to be on top, forcing "myself" down into him. It would feel good and I knew it.

"Sam..." he gasped, breathing hard. "Where are you?"

"Right here," I softly said, laying a loving hand on his bare abdomen, feeling the muscles tighten under his skin. "I'm not going anywhere, babe."

"I'm scared, Sam. I—I'm not sure I can do this."

"Too bad," I whispered, brushing my lips across his shoulder. "This is what you wanted and I plan on taking it all the way."

"This isn't right..."

"It feels right. You want this, Jake, and I want to let you have it, so it can't be too wrong. Don't you think?"

"Oh, God," gasped Jake as he started to tremble.

"Now," I said in as deep a voice as I could muster while still sounding sexy, "get on your knees."

"H—how?" he stuttered.

"Like this," I sighed, grinning as I helped him into position.

I knew it was hard to rest on your hands and knees while your wrists were bound at arm's length in front of you, but with a little stumbling and slipping, he got just right.

"Now," I purred into his ear, still trying to sound manly and forceful, "you want a fuck?"

"Uh, I—I—"

"I asked if you want to be fucked, bitch?"

"Oh, yes," he whimpered, and I could tell he was finally accepting what was being done to him—and he was going to allow himself to enjoy it. After all, he did want it. "Fuck me, please..."

I knelt behind him, admiring the way his muscular back arched as he gasped for air. The color of his skin, a lovely golden mocha due to his partial Hispanic heritage, was beautiful, and I could see each bone in his spine. His ass was right in front of me, begging to be fucked, but I was having a hard time mustering the courage to do so. I glanced down at his legs, lean and strong from hours at the gym as of late, and felt my pussy give a little shudder. Usually, I was seeing those legs from between them as we lay in the 69 position on his couch, sucking each other off. Gingerly, I leaned forward and brushed my lips across his left cheek, surprised by how smooth his skin was. He gave a quiet moan and I realized I was wasting precious time.

I got up on my knees and leaned against him. He gasped beneath me. I wanted him so bad, but I was hesitant because it was almost like I was about to take his virginity. But I suppose there was a sort of cherry to be popped here: he'd never been with a man before and I was going to be the first to penetrate him. The thought was humbling and flattering.

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube where it was laid, forgotten, by his pillow, and I opened it. I squirted a long streak of it on the flesh-toned plastic that stuck out awkwardly from my hips. I rubbed it all over until the prosthetic penis glistened with a blue-tinted sheen. Then, I pressed the muzzle of the tube against his asshole and squeezed, letting the lube ooze inside him. He gasped again, but kept still. Terrified and aroused beyond belief, I gripped the head of the strap-on and guided it towards his entrance. As I pressed the head against his tight hole, he shuddered.

"I'm scared, Sam," whispered Jake.

"Me too," I said, reaching up to place a loving hand on his shoulder. "But I'll stop if ever you decide you don't like it. I only want to make you feel good, baby."

"I know. And Sam... I know you won't hurt me. You won't have to stop."

I grinned, catching the joy in voice and thrust my hips forward. He groaned as I impaled him on my imitation cock, but arched his neck, preparing for a fuck. I penetrated him slowly, wanting him to savor the sensation. I was disappointed that I couldn't feel anything. I actually wished the cock was real just so I could enjoy the way he felt wrapped so tightly around me—the way I felt to him. But the strap-on did sit against my clit so when I fucked him, I would get pleasure too, so I wasn't going to complain.

Feeling his muscles relax somehow through the vinyl protrusion, I pulled back, feeling the lubricant slip and allow me free movement inside him. Then, whispering softly, "I love you," I fucked him. I flung my hips against him as hard as I could and I heard him gasp.

"You're mine, bitch," I growled, trying to sound like a man again. Having a thought, I quickly leaned over him to whisper in his ear, "And I'm not me right now. I'm whoever you want me to be. Gasp, whisper, scream whoever's name you dream about. This is your fantasy."

"Thank you," gasped Jake. "Thank you so much..."

Not wasting another second, I started to fuck the fake boner in and out of his spectacular ass. I really wished for a moment that I was a man so I could truly enjoy what I was getting. See, I was the woman who got the cock that every girl who knew Jake wanted desperately. It was amazing that I was also the "man" who got to fuck the ass all the boys who knew him wanted, too.

"Oh, harder, please," I heard him grunt, so I obliged.

"You're mine, bitch. I am gonna fuck you 'til you can't take it anymore. You like that? You like that bitch?" I barked, grabbing his hips and driving myself inside him.

I leaned over and licked the taught muscles between his shoulders, loving the way they moved under his skin as he rocked his body back against mine. In a stroke of genius, I reach around his thin waist and grabbed onto his own cock, feeling just how much he was enjoying my ministrations. I don't think he'd ever been that hard before. I loved the way his voice sounded as he grunted and groaned, begging for more.

"Harder, please!" he would shout. "Oh, God, don't stop!"

What got me was that he never actually said the name of whoever it was who was supposedly fucking him. If it wasn't me, I sure as hell had no clue who it was. Although, him apparently being some sort of bi, it could have been anyone, real or fictional.

It didn't long for me to have a short, intense orgasm as the dildo rubbed against my clitoris. It hit me like a knife in the pussy and my juices ran down my legs as I continued fucking Jake, who was clearly unaware of my climax. That didn't bother me, though. The only thing that mattered was him getting off.

"Jake," I grunted, having a hard time forming words as the strap-on ground against my now sensitive clit, "you are a pathetic little cunt and I... I am gonna... f—fuck you... so hard. Goddamn, your ass is tight, bitch."

As I whispered all these little obscenities, I continued stroking his cock as it rocked against his hard, flat stomach. I felt his pre-cum oozing out, wetting my fingertips and I knew he was close, so close. But I still hoped to make it last. I watched the back of his neck, the way his body moved and rocked beneath me, and I was overwhelmed with affection for him. And in the way he moved, I could see just how much this meant to him. He was close, and he showed it by the way his voice changed from hungry and horny to desperate for release: there was a certain strain there I had learned to recognize.

But I liked what I was doing to him and I wasn't ready for him to be done. I kept fucking him as deeply as the strap-on would allow, fucking his cock in my hand with short, powerful jerks, meant to cause him deep pleasure. I was nearing my second orgasm now and I wanted to draw it out; I liked the way the prosthesis ground into my clit, but it hurt for a few minutes after climax and I wasn't ready for that again.

"God, oh God," Jake suddenly grunted, sweat rivulets rolling down his back. "B—Bill, I can't—oh God don't stop! Fuck me, please..."

I felt my hands go numb. Did he just say Bill? Bill, as in, his old coworker, Bill? Our friend Bill? Oh. My. God. I could barely concentrate on my job as my mind wheeled. I had joked a time or two about Jake and Bill being ghei for one another because they were such good friends. I didn't mean anything by it, but hell... he clearly said "Bill" just now. That... that means something. But what I wasn't sure.

"Jake..." I growled, trying with everything I had to inflect my speech the way Bill spoke. It was hard. He was just a regular guy, but somehow I found it in the way I whispered, "You're mine." Somehow, it sounded a bit like him.

"Bill," Jake moaned beneath me, confirming the name he'd uttered seconds before. "Hurt me..."

Not knowing how else to hurt him as busy as I was, I leaned forward and bit his shoulder. He groaned in pain and then whimpered. I thought he liked it, so I did it again, making a little trail of bite marks down his back, as close to his ass as I could without breaking myself in half. Releasing my one-handed grip on his hip, I reared back and slapped his ass, feeling his hole clench around the dildo as I did so.

"Come on, bitch," I growled. "Come for me..."

"Uh, I will... Oh, just don't... don't stop... Oh, B—Bill, I... I can't... it's so good..."

"Come, you bitch!"

"UGH!!!"

Jake's release hit him as hard as mine had on my birthday. His body shuddered beneath me as a stream of hot cum spilt out of him on the sheets under him, streaking them in white. He arched his neck, backing into me as best he could, grunting like he was in pain. I felt his ass contract around the strap-on, milking the dildo. I finally let my own self go, feeling my slow, painful orgasm rock my body, though nothing like the one Jake was still enjoying beneath me.

"Oh, ugh..." he grunted softly, falling forward onto the bed.

I felt his whole body go limp and I knew it was over. Slowly I pulled the dildo out of his asshole and took it off me. As much fun as I had fucking him for those few minutes, I didn't really like the fake cock sticking out of me. I tossed it to the floor and I collapsed on top of Jake, all my strength gone; I hadn't felt that weak in a long time.

"God, Sam, God," he whimpered, tugging weakly against his restraints.

Willing my body to move, I reached up and undid the scarves binding him and his hands fell limply over his head the way mine had done before. We both giggled softly as I rolled off him, landing heavily beside him. Jake turned a bit and put one arm over me, resting it there, not holding me really.

"Sam," he whispered, softly, desperately, nuzzling my cheek, "how can I thank you?"

"Love me again tomorrow," I purred, nuzzling him right back. "And the next day..."

I looked up at him, his eyes wide and damp, and smiled, knowing just how wonderful he felt at that moment. His lips parted so sweetly and the wan light of the room reflected in those dark-honey eyes and I just felt so needed, so appreciated. The way his brow was furrowed, the way his lips were pursed, just showed his gratitude.

"Sam..."

"Hush, Jake. It's okay, baby."

After a long silence, though, Jake finally mumbled, "About what I yelled..."

"I think it's kinda hot."

"What?" he said, leaning back.

"I'd love to watch Bill fuck you for real. I wish he would. It would be so hot."

"You... you'd be willing to share me with someone else?"

I paused, thinking. "You love me more than anything, yes?"

"Yeah..."

"And you only love Bill as a friend, right?"

"Right, but—"

"But you have a serious crush on him—in a purely sexual way. An empty, meaningless attraction, besides your genuine affection for him as a friend."

"Uh, yeah, I—I guess that's about right."

"I think it's hot."

"You'd watch?" mumbled Jake, grinning.

"And fuck myself hard," I answered, nodding matter-of-factly. "But that is a matter for later. I wanna know how you feel right now."

"Like the luckiest fuck on the face of the earth," he sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing as his forehead bumped against mine. "I love you so goddamn much."

I smiled against his mouth, which was brushing gently against mine where we lay. The softest touches were as arousing and wild as the dirtiest licks and hardest fucking. It was so tender and beautiful that, sometimes, I couldn't stand it all. The curves of his body, the lines of his face, the soft rhythm of his breathing, the color of his skin, the taste of his flesh, the softness of his lips, the warmth of his mouth, the heat of his body, the tenderness of his touch, the smoothness of his skin, the strength of his love, the hardness of his muscles... what else could be said? I mean, there are only so many words in the English language and his perfection transcended all I knew. Love was an understatement. Desire was an insult. Dependence was an idiom. Jake was... Jake.

And he was mine.

"Thank you, Sam," he whispered, cupping my face with his right hand, as his left was still stretched out at his side, not visible to me over the sweet curve of his backside.

"You're welcome, Jake. I love you, baby."

"I love you more... and more."



One Night Ch. 10



Sarah and Scott walked to the elevator, her hand clutching her purse. She was wondering what they would talk about. Her mind flew through so many different things. Would it be the hours they had spent together? Would it just be the job, her story? She let out a little sigh and tried to calm down her racing heart. 

"So is that all you learned from Richards, the bondage?" he asked.

"Before you pulled me off of him you mean," she said with a little spite. She was till coming to terms with what he'd done and then what he claimed were his reasons.

"Look Sarah, I couldn't help my reaction. I do think you have enough to write a great story and I plan to help you. I simply couldn't stand having him touch you."

She was quiet then as the walked out of the building and down the street. She had an idea of where they were eating; it was a little place that he went to a lot. Mario's was a small, family owned Italian restaurant. She'd tried some of the food and had enjoyed it. It wasn't far and they both kept to themselves during the walk.

After being seated Sarah decided she needed to first tell him about the phone call she had gotten last night. The fact that someone knew who she was and could get her number still frightened her. She thought telling Mr. James would some how make her safer. As she was about to tell him the waiter came and they placed their order quickly.

"I need to tell you about a call I received last night," she said.

"A call, at your house?" he inquired.

"On my cell phone, I was in the bath so I didn't answer. When I listened to my voicemail there wasn't a number but a voice. A man left me a message which I saved. He said this was only the beginning of Richards's secrets, to be careful."

"Let me hear it if you don't mind Sarah," he said in rushed voice, obviously concerned.

She got out her phone, dialed her voicemail and got it ready for him. Their hands briefly touched and she felt the warmth of his fingers as he took the phone from her. The concern for her overriding the sexual attraction he felt.

 "Miss Jacobs there is more going on than you know. Tonight's festivities were not the only ones Mr. Richards enjoys. Be careful where you step with this one. I will be in contact."

"I don't like it Sarah. Something doesn't feel right," he said handing her the phone.

"So what Scott, what do I do?" she said harshly. "Do I just give up and not write the story? How can I give that up? It's my shot, my chance."

Scott, Mr. James, could feel her pain. She was upset, hurt, and angry. She had every right to be. This was her chance and he knew she would be a great reporter. He just didn't want it to cost her anything, or to put her in danger. He had told her that, he would protect her.

"You still want to do this even after this?"

"Yes, of course I do. They never said they would hurt me only to be very careful. I can be that."

"Okay then. Here is what we do. You don't do anything without me. I'm always with you if you go somewhere. Understand?"

Sarah looked at him, a little in disbelief and a little happy. She smiled as she understood really for the first time how he felt. The feelings behind him pulling her off the man's lap yesterday, she got it. He cared about her. She didn't dare think it was anything more because, well she'd been down that road and it had hurt her.

"I do, I understand," she said near to a whisper as she smiled at him. "So I know this wasn't what you wanted to talk about in the beginning."

Their food arrived and they began eating. Scott kept his eyes somewhat lowered. He had heard her question and knew he needed to talk with her. The whole situation was strange for him. He was a man in control, nothing rattling him. Yet little Sarah had done just that and now more then ever. 

"I had wanted to talk about us. I need to know what you think about us and our situation. What do you feel about it?"

Quick and to the point, he doesn't beat around she thought silently. 

"Um, well, I don't know. What happened last night was amazing, beautiful and not something I do just because. With you though I feel a tug, a pull, I can't really explain it," she said while toying with her food. "There's a side to you that's strong and always in control and then there's this other part I've barely seen, a caring side that I want to know more.'

He looked at her, really looked at her. His eyes moving over her blonde hair, to her amazing eyes, her cute little button nose, the softest lips he'd ever touched and kissed. Yeah it was so easy to see he was in lust, possibly more. He cared about her and that was unexpected but it felt right.

"I want to continue this. With you Sarah, I'll be honest, things are different. I'm normally controlled and calm. You though make that fly out the window. I see you and want to touch you. I want to run my fingers through your hair, grip the back of your neck as my lips taste yours. I want to capture your sigh in my mouth as my tongue seeks out every part of your mouth. This is just from a look or hearing your voice."

She swallowed, noticeably. It turned her body on to know that he thought of her like that. She had never been with anyone like him before. Her boyfriends she could count easily on one hand and the number of actual bed partners even less. She pushed her thighs together as she thought about that kiss, the kind that would take away her breath.

"You're beautiful. Even now I can see you fighting the need you feel. You want me, right here, right now. I can see your chest moving, rising and falling. Your nipples ache, don't they. You want my fingers to ease it, to rub them; want my tongue to pass over the hardened nubs, flicking them, making your sweet pussy nice and wet. You want my fingers to part your secret folds and touch you, to run along your length before pressing into the warmth."

Her body was shaking. She could barely hold her fork she was full of such wanting and need. Her eyes closed while he spoke. She imagined it, him, his skillful tongue, and those glorious fingers. She could feel her little panties becoming soaked. Her heartbeat sped up, she felt she would come apart without a single touch, his words only pushing her.

"You want more then that though, don't you Sarah. You want me to take you out of here and fill your pretty little tight pussy with my cock. You want to feel me pushing into, easing my thickness so deep you can't breathe. Your body aches to feel the pounding, the complete taking."

Sarah had to drop her fork. Her hand moving to the tablecloth and holding onto it as his words fell on her ears. God, how she wanted those things and hadn't known it. Her body was strung so tight, so ready to just be plucked by him.

Her voice trembled, it faltered as she whispered, "Please."

His eyes locked on hers, he knew where she was and what she needed. He felt it too. His cock had never been more ready to break free from his pants. He signaled to the waiter for the bill and told him to have the leftovers sent to the office. He took Sarah's hand and they left the restaurant. He had no real idea where he was going, the office won't do. His apartment was too far away, what about hers.

"How close are we to your place?"

"Not close enough," she whispered.

Damn he thought. Then an idea hit him. Something he'd not done in a long time but would give the time they needed to relieve the pressure in his pants. He pulled her along, walking fast and swiftly to the office. She was about to ask him what the hurry was when they entered. He spotted the elevator and made his way to it. His hand pressed the button, needing it to move faster. He'd done this to himself, taunted her but also making his own body crave hers. Finally the door opened and they went inside. He pressed their floor and once it moved he waited just a moment before hitting the emergency stop.

"Here?" she looked at him with questions.

"I need to feel you around me, your body accepting mine. I have to hear you cry my name as you take me inside you Sarah."

She shuddered, her back pressing against the panel. His hard length pressed against her. She could feel the length of his manhood against her hip. Her mouth went dry, she couldn't think and she knew he was aware. His effect on her was obvious. His hand moved between her skirt, his eyes focused on hers, fingers finding her lace panties and pulling, ripping them from her body. The sound was like music to both their ears. 

Sarah gasped and sighed when his fingers moved in, doing just as he said. He parted her, then ran one finger along her slit, teasing, before plunging in. She gripped his shoulders as he moved, his palm resting on her mound, another finger joining the first. Her body responded to him, clenching onto his fingers. 

"So damn tight," he rasped.

His lip's found hers and the kiss was heated, passion fueled. The need was so great, she was on the verge of screaming for him and he knew that. He wanted to feel it though on his shaft. He undid his pants and moved between her thighs, lifting her, pressing her against the wall. His cock headed straight for home, rubbing against her and then he pushed. The feeling of her, of them together was going straight to his head.

"Yes," she whispered finally glad to be filled.

He began thrusting, hard and fast. Both of their body's demanding it. The need between them was too great. He could feel her cunt holding onto him, trying to keep his cock imprisoned within her silken walls. His hands dug into her hips, holding her to him while he pounded like a man possessed. Her voice grew louder in the square room. He loved hearing it, hearing her cry out for him.

Then it hit. She screamed, called out his name as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her orgasm racked her body and Scott kept moving, drawing it out. Each wave made her grip him harder until he couldn't fight anymore. He poured himself into her waiting warmth. The breathing between them was labored. Their bodies still so tightly connected.

"So amazing, you are so amazing," he whispered as he kissed her neck.

Her hands ran through his hair and they looked at each other. Her smile was bright, brilliantly so. Sarah had never been so happy and at peace. Then reality came in, they were in an elevator, at work none the less.

"Oh my, we just… at work…" she stammered.

"We did. I want you to stay with me tonight Sarah. We will explore us and Richards. We will do it together."

She watched him, looking into him, trying to read what he didn't say. She didn't know but could feel it. "Yes, I will."

They got themselves back under control and headed to their floor. Both were quiet as they walked off and got back to their jobs. The afternoon, what was left of it, went by quickly. Sarah's mind was on the man she worked for. After what had just happened how could it not be. It was then she got an email.

Miss Jacobs,

Believe me when I warned you. Richards is a dangerous man. All of his sexual encounters haven't turned out wonderful for his partners. I warn you again to take care in this journey.

X

Her eyes moved over it, her hands shook and she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The phone rang yet Sarah was frozen. Her body was in shock. How had this person known her email, her phone numbers? 

"Sarah… Sarah… What's going…" Mr. James said and then saw the email and began reading it.

"We are leaving. We'll stop by your house and get you some things but we are leaving now." She nodded agreeing, her eyes still looking at the words on the screen.



One Night Ch. 11



They left quickly much to Sarah's surprise. Then again she should have known Mr. James would be in a hurry. That was always his way. She learned that working for him early on. Now though it concerned her, the reason for his swiftness. She was still thinking about the email and how someone knew it. If they could easily get that information, what other things did they already know and also why were they warning her? Those questions, along with so many more kept ringing through her head.

Before long they were down in the parking garage and she was walking to her car. Mr. James hadn't said much of anything to her and so she only assumed that they would drive their own car's to her place and then from there to his home. She had no idea how wrong she was as Sarah felt his hand close around her arm.

"My car," he said stiffly.

There was no need to argue, she knew she wouldn't win so she just moved with him. He was acting very protective of her and a part of the young woman enjoyed it, loved knowing that he was trying to take care of her. Yet there was that other side, that independent girl that wanted to shout at being handled in such a way. She rolled her eyes at the thought of her inner turmoil. There were more things going on than worrying over that.

There was still silence as they drove. Scott used his cell, making calls to various people to let them know he'd left for the day and all. She glanced his way, looking him over and noticing the way he held the wheel, his hands gripping tightly to the leather. He was truly concerned for her. She smiled to herself knowing that what they were sharing was more than just sex, more than fucking. He cared and so did she.

Pulling up in front of her house she waited sensing that Scott wouldn't let her in the front door without him next to her. Sarah waited, looking for her keys and then got out of the car and walked up the path to her door. 

"Let me go in first," he told her.

"Scott it's not as though this person is trying to hurt me. Sure it kind of freaked me out that he has my name and number and what not. I just don't think he wants to hurt me, only wants me to be careful."

"You can't be sure little one," he said running a hand over her cheek.

"I know, I know," she said letting the door open for him and moving out of his way.

"Thank you," he whispered conveying so much in simple words.

She stood there in the entry of her house while he walked through it. She wasn't sure what to make of everything. The night at the club, the elevator, hell even their lunch, it all did nothing but make her wonder. She believed there was more to them and she had felt the proof of it. She guessed she only needed to make him believe in it.

"So everything okay?" she asked.

"Seems so Sarah," he said from in the hallway.

She moved in the house, checking her machine but there were no messages. Sarah then made her way to her room, finding her boss there looking in her closet. She was quiet while she saw his fingers running over the outfit she had worn for their night out. She couldn't help but sigh at the thought. Scott must have heard it and turned her way. They both smiled.

"I need to just get a few things if you still want me to stay with you," she asked with a touch of wonderment to her voice.

"I do, I think we need to talk. There's a lot going on between us Sarah. It's more than just this story," he said walking to her.

"I know that. I can feel that. Maybe I've always felt it and I just told myself it wasn't right because you were the boss," she said walking away from him and to her dresser. 

"You have an amazing talent to write Sarah and I didn't want to have you thinking I didn't believe that. I tried to stay away. I knew though this story would be for you and I wasn't about to send you to that club without me. I couldn't resist anymore," he said waiting, watching her.

Her hands rested on a pink pair of panties that she had pulled out to take. She let out a heavy breath and then faced Scott. "I guess we were both worried about what the other would think and how it would all work out," she said as she turned back to the clothes.

"Worried, hell yes but I had to take that chance. Now I'm worried about you. Hell I am usually a man in control Sarah. You know that. With you though I've lost that, I can't get you out of my head," he told her.

There was a silence; she wasn't sure what to say. Part of her wanted to let Scott know how she felt. She walked to the closet grabbing the rest of her clothes to take. Her mind was in a complete mess. Now was really not the time for all of the mess she was currently in.

"Sarah, talk to me. Don't shut me out."

"I'm not Scott," she said looking at him. "I don't know what's going on. I have these feelings for you and yet I don't know, can't accept them completely. I'm afraid."

"So am I," he simply stated. Sarah sighed and left her hands at her sides. She hated being frustrated. Why was life so difficult for her? Why did she make it that way? The man with her was amazing; he gave her so much of what she'd always wanted. Why did she hold back? Did she not believe in herself? 

"I need to take a break from this conversation. It's making me run in circles," she told Scott.

"That's fine Sarah. Just know that I'm not letting go, not letting up," he informed her as she grabbed her suitcase and filled it.

Scott moved through her room touching her things while she packed. He wanted to know more about the woman behind it all. He'd never thought to care about someone like this yet he found he had no choice with this young reporter. She had a fire, a spark about her that he wanted to keep for himself and yet in the same breath wanted to show to the world. 

He looked over her pictures, her family and friends. Her smile was brilliant, bright and full of joy and happiness. He secretly hoped there would be a time it shown for him that way. Scott ran his thumb over a photo of her with a girlfriend. Sarah stole his breath. He couldn't wait to see her spread out on his bed, the softness of her body waiting for his touch. Her hair fanned out onto his pillow while he kissed her lips, made love to every inch of her body. He truly did have it bad.

Sarah was making short work of filling her suitcase as her mind thought of the conversation that they had been having when her cell rang. The call was from unknown and she hesitated to answer it. Scott then turned from her photo's he's been looking at to give her a nod, as though giving her the okay to answer it..

"Hello."

"Miss Jacobs I assume."

"Yes it is. Who is this," she asked.

"Never mind that right now. I want to talk with you about Richards. I worked for him and know of his particular tastes. Those that he openly condemns he secretly enjoys. I'm tired of covering up his little indiscretions. I think it's time he learned a lesson. I will leave you with a name, a young woman that sadly learned of his tastes and I couldn't help. Find out all you can about Jessica Saunders. I'll be in touch."

"But wait..." Sarah said to an already dead phone line.

"That was him, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

"Sarah," Scott said taking her in his arms. "What did he say to you?"

"He said he worked for Richards and that I needed to look into the name Jessica Saunders," she said as she looked at her boss.

"That was it, nothing else?" he asked.

"The only other thing was that he would be in touch. I must admit this does make me a little nervous," she told him.

"Don't worry. We'll look into this Jessica lead once we get to my place. Our conversation though, Sarah isn't over," he said with a look in his eyes as he let her go and grabbed her suitcase.

She grabbed what was left, not much, and followed him into the living room. She stopped briefly to make sure her answering machine was on and then they were out the door. It was most defiantly going to be an interesting stay, between the talk that Mr. James wanted to continue and the research that had to be done. Little Sarah was only sure of one thing, and that simply was nothing. 



One Night Ch. 12



The drive was quiet. Neither Sarah nor Scott was talking too much. They seemed to be too lost in their own minds. This new information, this new name, it made them curious. What would it mean, once they found out? Sarah looked out the window and let her mind try to relax. There was way too much going on in her little world right now. She had her boss, her lover, not kidnapping her but keeping her safe at his place. They would be close, sharing space and that scared her. Her feelings for him scared her. She let out a little sigh, so soft and quiet and let her eyes close briefly.

Sarah was something else. She did things to him that no other woman had. Sure this had started out with him wanting part of her, wanting to somehow claim the young woman. Yet Scott knew something else had happened. Once they had been together that first time something broke inside. He couldn't say what it was but he found it difficult to return to his former self with her in his thoughts. Now he was bringing her into his place, into his house. He had never done that, this was new and yet it felt right he thought pulling into the drive.

They walked into the house, Scott carrying her suitcase upstairs while she followed. He planned to put her with him in his room. It was true he had a guest room, hell he had a few. He needed her next to him though. He had never felt such a need to sleep, to actually have a woman in his bed resting next to him. He placed the suitcase near his dresser and almost walked into Sarah as he was leaving the room. 

"This looks like your room?" 

"It is. You'll sleep with me."

"I don't know if that is such a good idea," she said.

"Why Sarah? You don't want to sleep with me, to have your body next to mine as we drift off."

He really was right. She wanted that and those two previous times that they had been together had served to make that feeling grow. Having her admit that fact was something completely new and different, and she just didn't think she was ready. Staying in the same room would force her to do that. She just wasn't ready and she also knew there would be a fight should she say no.

"I don't know Scott. It's all so much right now," she said honestly.

"Look I don't understand it myself. I'm not me with you. I'm someone else. You brought out feelings in me that, well Sarah, I thought was long gone."

"I didn't ask for this. I only wanted a job, a chance," she said, her voice trailing off.

"I'm not taking that away from you. It isn't the reason you were hired. You can write. You have a wonderful future ahead. I just felt there was a connection Sarah something more for us to look at. Don't you feel it?" he said moving near her, letting his finger touch a piece of hair.

The woman was a beauty, simple perfect in his eyes. He couldn't help but kiss her. His lips touched hers, they parted and he tasted. It was like he was possessed, a man starved and she was his only way to quench that thirst. Within moments, they both were breathing hard, labored breaths.

"You are so beautiful," he panted.

His hands moved over her blouse. He began undoing the buttons, trying to go slow, to be easy yet his desire for her was becoming too much and the last few buttons popped off as he pulled at her shirt. He saw her bra, so pretty, looking at him, holding her near perfect breasts.

"Sarah," he said, trying to find someway to express himself beyond what he was doing. Without confessing completely that he had this sudden and bizarre, almost frightening feeling that within the past few days he had lost his mind, his heart, his sanity. 

Was it possible Mr. James, the forever bachelor, had fallen in love?

Her lips parted. Her little pink tongue slipped out and moistened them, rolling around the plump flesh in a way that left Scott thinking there was a much better place she could put that.

He was on her, kissing her with everything he had, everything in him. Sarah gave a soft moan before lifting her arms to his shoulders, nails digging in. He moved in closer and closer, edging her feet apart with his large legs, control shot to hell, the taste of her so tantalizing that he felt drunk with desire.

Scott kissed her deep, hard, again and again, their mouths locked together. 

Then her tongue slid along his lip in a sexy little lick, shocking him. Go, Sarah. He felt that show of aggression from her give him the right to continue undressing her, touching her.

He touched her breast, her luscious perfect breast. Her head fell back, offering an inviting view of her long, creamy neck.

His hand still happy and full, Scott bent his head so that he could suck on her neck, pressing kisses everywhere, his tongue trailing along her clavicle. She shuddered beneath him, and he felt his own control further evaporating.

Control? Hell he'd lost that the minute Sarah had walked into his office. He had the control of a three-year old faced with a table full of candy and no parental supervision. None. Not a single freaking bit.

"Am I being too rough?" he asked her.

Her hand reached up, cupped his cheek. "Don't slow down. It makes me feel, um, sexy."

"You are sexy. The sexiest woman I have ever met."

"I've just never really felt it till you."

"Tell me what you want Sarah," he whispered in her ear. "Tell me so I can do it over and over again."

She shivered in his arms, her breath coming in quick small bursts. When she was finally able to answer it was in a small, throaty whisper. "I want to be desired. I want it raw."

Holy shit. Scott was about to scream with joy. Blood rushed past his ears. When he managed to speak, his tongue was thick, words hoarse. "I can do raw."

It was a dangerous place to go, but she had nicked the last of his precious control. He wanted raw, too. He wanted to drive into hard, numbing pleasure and take Sarah with him. Fast and furious, slick and steady. 

Sarah swallowed hard. She had just given him permission to do what he wanted. It was too late to go back and she really did want it. Every inch of her was hot, itchy, aching to be touched. She was still reeling from her confession. Not that he was giving her a chance to do anything. Her breasts were soon freed and he was devouring them.

His lips brushed back and forth over her nipple in a maddening tease. Then he brought his teeth down on her, lightly, but enough to make her jump. And dang if it didn't turn her on. 

Liquid pooled between her legs, and a shiver rolled through her body in a delicious wave of excitement.

"Oh mercy," she whispered, groping blindly for the wall, dresser, anything to help keep her up as her legs would be giving out.

"No. No mercy," he said his voice hoarse. 

This was losing control, her finally letting go. Her eyelids sank closed; her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she enjoyed the scrape and slide of Scott's fingers over her body, wishing the rest of her clothes would suddenly evaporate. Skin tingling, nipples taunt and aching, Sarah felt each lick and stroke over every inch of her body. Her head swam, lust making her dizzy.

"We need the bed. Now."

She nodded, then she realized he probably couldn't see her because he was doing that little lick-suck thing with his tongue over her nipple. "Yes. Okay. Now. Definitely. Ooh, yes, that feels good."

He stopped, damn it. Standing he wiped his hand over his shiny lips and said, "Take my shirt off."

Fingers shaking she began working on the first button. Then she jumped when his thumb pinched her nipple and his tongue slid into her ear. Her shoulders went slack; suddenly she was way too hot.

The first button got undone, but the second proved to be made of sterner stuff. She couldn't do it; she was trying everything to undo it.

"Rip it," he said, nibbling on her earlobe.

She gripped the fabric tightly and just pulled. She heard the buttons pop, fall to the floor. Her eyes stayed glued to him, to his chest. He was amazing. Scott stood very still, eyes half closed as she ran her fingers over him, over the light dusting of hair.

"Do you feel it, Sarah? The connection between us. Am I crazy?"

"I feel it, too," she whispered.

Everything was too heated, too urgent. He needed to be inside her again. To feel her warmth around his hardness. It was a craving that had to be satisfied. He took off his pants and saw her removing her skirt. The woman was so incredibly beautiful.  

They were on the bed kissing and touching. His lips, his tongue traveled over her body. She was being worshiped, truly worshiped. He swirled and sucked, paying homage to her warm center, readying her for his assault.

"I can't wait Sarah." Already the tip of his erection was aligned with her, teasing and pressing.

She wrapped her arms around his back, lifted her legs and urged him closer. Then without warning he was inside her and the ability to speak left her. Thoughts fled as he filled her everywhere, overwhelming her.

"Damn," he said through gritting teeth.

Forcing her eyes back open, she saw his arms were bulging, his jaw clenched with the strain of holding back. While he held perfectly still, she wiggled. She was so close to climax, on the edge from all that tongue lashing he'd done, that she couldn't be immobile. She wanted more.

"Scott." Lifting her heels, she wrapped them tighter around his waist to encourage him to push deep. "More," she moaned.

The corner of his lip turned up, and he moved inside her with breathtaking slowness.

"Ahhh," she said, as her skin tingled and the heat inside built quickly. "More." 

"More," he agreed, and picked up the pace, slamming into her hard and fast.

Yep, that was good. That was it. There was no holding back, no wish to, nothing but freedom and pleasure, and the promise that there was more to come.

"This is only beginning Sarah," he said.

His chest pressed against her with each thrust, and she squeezed her legs around him, so close to skittering off the edge that she could only lay still and gasp, her eyes half closed, waiting for the edge to rip over her.

"Look at me," Scott commanded.

She focused on his face, forced herself to, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, his breath hot and fast on her cheek. Reflected in his eyes was the same wonder and passion that she knew was in hers. "Scott?"

"Sarah." Scott crashed to a halt, his cock throbbing inside her. After a quick pause, he pulled back and said, "Come with me."

She tried to answer, tried to force a yes past her lips, but he took her breath away when he pushed deep inside her with a move she felt all the way to her toes. Her inner muscles contracted in a happy dance, and came out of her mouth but a deep moan as she gave up and let herself be dragged away. 

Their eyes held as they climaxed together, and Sarah saw it was true. As they locked gazes and gave each other that ultimate pleasure, Scott's eyes sank into hers, and he touched her soul.

Not to mention her G-spot. He was hitting that dead on. No man had ever touched both of those places like this, ever.



One Night Ch. 13



They drifted off, falling into a deep sleep. Neither had care for the time at that point. All the worries and wondering they had about the situation, it paused, stopped. Sarah laid there, her head resting on the chest of her boss. Only she was starting to think of him as Scott, her lover. She smiled softly, she could feel his breath, and it soothed her. She knew she was falling, if not fallen in love with him. That fact scared her. 

Sarah had dated, had romance in her life. She'd slept only with a couple of guys and yet this was on a level so different. There was a connection with this man, something deeper. She felt it, hell if she was being honest she felt it the moment he hired her. Letting Scott know that though, it would give him a power and she wasn't sure she was ready to do that. She sighed softly and moved to slip from his arms. She wanted to look into the name she had been given.

She took a clean shirt from his closet and buttoned it up. Taking a moment to inhale his scent she then left the room and grabbed her laptop. She curled up in the couch and began typing away, looking at various sites that would lead her into some information of Jessica Saunders. She found a missing persons article almost right away. It listed her age, location, and all the various things about her. 

The girl had been young, going to school and majoring in politics. Sarah thought to herself that must have been where the interest in Richards had started. She continued to read, lost in the work she was reading. The girl had gone missing for several days, which turned into weeks. She had been found wandering the roads, her face bruised, marks on her arms. It looked like lashing of some sort.

It made Sarah cringe as she read about the injuries the poor girl had endured. It wasn't till she came across another story where the girl was said to have been mumbling a name when she was found that she lost her breath. The girl had reported to the police when first interviewed the name Michael. They had even found a very small carving of two initials, mr. They didn't think anything of it but it stood out to Sarah. She thought of what she'd been told over the phone and some of her research she did for the sex club. 

Richards had marked the young girl. 

"What are you up to Sarah?"

She jumped slightly, startled at the voice. She looked up from the pink laptop and smiled into the eyes of the man leaning in the hallway. Scott had slipped on his boxers and nothing else, the man looked almost godlike. "I couldn't sleep anymore and needed to start working on Richards."

"The shirt looks good on you," he said giving her the once over yet again, his eyes stopping on her legs before moving to her face. "What have you found out?"

She briefly told him what she had found, the brief information of the girl. He wasn't surprised after knowing of Richards exploits. He was just a little in shock that the girl was just roaming around. He would have though some big wig political type would be more careful with his extra curricular activities. He picked up his cell that lay on the table. It was a quick conversation regarding the girl and getting police reports or even photos. He had those connections he'd need to get it done.

"They will be sending that info over later, here to the house," he said and walked toward the kitchen.

There was nothing else said just a quiet silence as she heard him moving around. It was a little early so she imagined the coffee was being made. Sarah didn't know what would be next. How the morning would go, it was all up in the air so to say. She decided to not wait around and walked in to the kitchen.

She was greeted to the sight of Scott's back as he moved, grabbing a few cups for the coffee. The man was physically beautiful. There wasn't too much muscle, his body not too finely sculpted. He kept fit and it showed though. He was strong, his arms and hands the perfect size to hold and tease her. She actually let out a little sigh and he turned with a smile on his lips.

"Thought coffee would do us some good."

She nodded and moved to the counter, her lower back leaning against it, her arms folded softly in front of her breasts. She could feel her nipples begin to harden. Just by being near the man she was turned on. He continued to move around getting cream and sugar and asking if she wanted either. 

"Cream only please," she said.

Sweet enough he thought to himself. The woman was a tasty treat in herself. There was more then that and he'd been struggling with it. When he had woken up alone he had thought it had been a dream. That he hadn't been sleeping against the soft and supple curves of the woman that haunted his dreams. Then he had heard a soft humming, it was Sarah.

He had moved quietly and watched her sitting, working. The way his shirt hung to her nearly brought him to his knees. He felt a tug in his heart. It was liked she belonged there, belonged with him and in his life. He had tried not to admit it but he'd fallen in love with Sarah. Now though he had to get her to realize it, that it wasn't some passing attraction.

The coffee finished and he brought her a cup. She held it in her hands as he stood before her. Taking a sip she enjoyed the flavor. The man even made the perfect cup of coffee. She placed it on the counter and then turned back around only to be cornered by Scott. He placed his hands on the counter holding her there. His head slowly moved down, descending lightly on to her lips.

Her lips were sweet; she tasted of honey and smelled liked roses. He had never tasted anything so delicious, so utterly perfect. He had been with his fair share of woman, never one to settle down and yet this woman, she made him crave her, to be with her. To wake up and see her face and to fall into bed with her wrapped around him each night.

Sarah's arms moved from her sides, they twined up around his neck. Her fingers threaded through his hair. Her body was still shorter and so in a swift movement he lifted her onto the counter. She fit to him now perfectly, his hardness already cradled I the v of the legs. The kiss though changed, there was more passion.

He pressed into her, her head making contact with a cupboard above but it didn't seem to matter. They devoured each other with each kiss, with each passing of their tongues the pleasure continued. There was no other real touching other then their lips and soon it proved to be too much. Sarah could no longer take it and pushed against the erection that lay snug between her thighs. 

The kiss broke with the contact and both sighed. Scott let his lips move to her neck, kissing down as he slowly undid the buttons of his own shirt that she wore. Each piece of skin he bared he let his tongue lightly run against. Finally when her breasts were there for his gaze he took his time. He nipped; he traced each and every curve of her skin there. Never though did he touch her nipple, he left that hardened nipple for last. Seeing the way it stood out, completely begging for his touch.

He looked up briefly, watching his sweet Sarah. Her head resting on the cabinet, her eyes closed. He wanted her to watch though. To see him pleasing her, giving them both pleasure. Scott wanted her to know just what he could do to her, how he good he could make her feel.

"Look at me Sarah. Watch me while I taste you," he said in deep passion laced voice.

Her eyes opened and locked on his as his tongue snaked out and ran across her nipple. She gasped, her breath caught and she found she was trembling with need. His tongue teased one nipple then moved to the other. He felt her hands tightening in his hair as he moved; slowly he sucked on the sensitive nub, biting it gently with his teeth. Scott felt her respond to his caress. The taste of her body was like a drug and he savored it. 

He sucked those delicate nubs, hearing her moans grow louder. They turned into a begging and pleading that played hell on his control. Still he didn't stop he let his lips and tongue move farther down her stomach. Scott left a path down from her breast to the treasure hidden between her legs.

"Open more for me sweet Sarah," he said.

Her legs parted more giving him room to move. He bent, his nose suddenly filled with her scent, her sweet aroma. The lips of her pussy glistened cream, a delicious nectar. He couldn't wait to taste her. His finger ran the length of her slit, opening her body to him. She was so soft and so smooth. He leaned in and let his tongue graze her, careful to avoid that hardened nub. He licked; tasting her and hearing her voice catch as he did. Over and over his tongue moved with a slight pressure but nothing more. Then he lightly flicked her clit and she groaned. Scott continued his torment, never to hard, always light and teasing.

Sarah kept her eyes on the man bent in front of her. The way he tasted her was as though he couldn't stop, like he was addicted to her. That power was strong, it filled her with something, and she wasn't sure exactly what it was. Just then his tongue flicked her clit it made her gasp. She wanted more; she wanted to feel that fullness, his fullness.

"Please," she managed.

"What baby? What do you want?" he asked her as his tongue slipped over her clit, making little circles.

"Please, I want to come... Scott, please," she begged.

That was what he wanted from her and soon he sucked that little nub it his mouth. He took one finger, then another and entered her slick pussy. She nearly came apart then. Sarah was so wet; she could feel that cream with each push of his fingers. Her hands moved to his hair urging him on. Then suddenly it hit. Her voice called out his name, she gripped his hair tighter. Scott just kept teasing her, pushing her through one orgasm straight into the next.

Oh so slowly he let her regain her breath before moving up her body. He lifted his fingers to her lips, offering them and she sucked on them. She tasted her sticky sweetness. It was different only because it was on his long fingers. Then his lips were on hers and her hands moved to his waist, to lower his boxers. Soon enough he was perfectly lined up to push home.

Home he thought, that's what she felt like. He knew that now, knew that no matter what he would never have his fill. He plunged ahead, Sarah's nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust. His control, what very little he had, slowly left. He moved, pounding into her sweet flesh. Her pussy contracting, pulling him in deeper as her legs locked around his waist.

Over and over, each thrust deeper then the one before. Scott's hands held onto her waist and pulled her into him. The pleasure was so intense. Their eyes locked and held as he continued thrusting. Soon though it was too much and she felt it, knew she was there and so was he. The walls of her pussy tightening, clamping onto his cock and holding him deep inside as he let go. His release filled her, her own body slipped over the edge and continued falling. 

"Sarah, I ..." he began till there was a knock on his door.

He looked at her, tenderness in his eyes as he left her there. He pulled up his boxers and walked to the door. While she had time, Sarah button herself back up and took her coffee. She moved into the living room and took a blanket and slipped it around her. She was emotionally in some space she didn't understand. She knew in her heart what it was, love. She loved him and yet couldn't admit it. Her head turned as she saw him with an envelope.

"This is what I called for." 

Scott wasn't sure if he should pick up the conversation with what he'd been about to say. He had never been so nervous, the man with perfect control and calm. He wanted to tell her, to hear it in return but he didn't know if she would. So far she'd done nothing but fight him on their relationship. So instead he handed her the envelope and went to shower. Perhaps a few moments alone would be good for them both.

Sarah took the envelope in her hands and just held it. She would open it, yet right now she just watched the man she loved, her boss, leave the room. She wondered if she'd done something wrong. Then she remembered just before the doorbell he was going to tell her something. He was going to admit something.

Oh my, she thought, he loves me.



One Night Ch. 14



Love. Such a strong word, an even stronger emotion Sarah thought. Her boss, her lover was going to tell her that. She heard the water turn on and thought about fleeing, leaving him. She couldn't do it. Her hands shook slightly as she really let the fact sink in. Then a smile crossed her lips. He loved her.

Sarah loved him.

Slowly she got up and made her way to the bedroom. She removed his shirt from her body and slipped into the shower. She knew she was taking a chance and in life though you never got anywhere without doing that. Sarah saw him standing in the water. It poured down around him, off his back as he hung his head down. He never heard her open the glass door and move behind him.

Scott was lost in his mind; the water was warm and flowing over his body. He could only think of the woman in the other room. He wanted her in a way that was different. She meant something t him and the fact he'd been about to tell her scared him. Nothing ever scared him, except this small woman. Then he felt the softest touch, the smallest hands running over his back. He smiled, she had come to him. He turned and looked at her, her eyes wide and yet there was something there.

"Sarah," he whispered as his lips found hers.

They kissed, it was slow and seducing. He let his hands move over her back, down to her hips, pulling her to him. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting the pure sweetness that was Sarah. She had the flavor of coffee and then her own unique taste. It went straight to his head, making his cock jump to attention. He wanted to ask her what was going on, she'd never been so forward but at the moment he seemed no to care. He had her in his arms.

She let her hands run through his hair, down his chest. Sarah was fascinated with touching him. Her fingers moved down his chest, feeling his muscles flex and respond to each touch. Lower and lower her nails went, running over his wet skin as their lips continued to torment. Finally her hand went around his cock, lightly stroking it. He let out a moan, pulling away from her lips.

"Yes," he moaned.

Sarah kissed down his neck, over the path her hands had moved as she let her fingers continue their movement around him. Looking up she smiled at him as she moved lower, kissing his stomach as she knelt in front of him in the shower. She had never had too much practice on men and she was nervous but with Scott she knew it would be alright, whatever she did he would enjoy.

Slowly she let her tongue snake out and run over the very tip of his cock. She heard his sharp intake of breath and she smiled. Sarah realized she had power. She let her tongue run over him, feeling the hard length of him. She bathed him, leaving no part of his cock untouched, and then she went to work on the sack that hung there. She saw his balls tighten in anticipation. She didn't let up; she tasted them, almost worshiping him. She had decided when walking in that this was her way of admitting her feelings.

Sarah looked up seeing Scotts eyes focused on her. He went to offer his hand, thinking that was all but she only shook her head and looked at his length. Her lips opened and slowly her head moved forward. Her lips closed over the head of him and softly began sucking. She wanted this for him, to know that she could give him such pleasure. Her head moved slowly, moving over him, taking him farther in the warmth of her mouth.

The way Sarah was working Scott had him moaning. She was so sweet and innocent about it. He didn't doubt that she hadn't done this too often. That's what made it so much more intense. She wanted to do this for him. He let his hand move to her hair, running through it as she moved, slowly back and forth. He felt like she was savoring each taste. He didn't mind, he would let her take her time.

He tasted like perfection to Sarah. She eased him in and out of her mouth as she would a lollipop. She sucked on him, letting her tongue run around him. Over and over, she could feel his hands tightening in her hair, his hips starting to flex. She let her mouth suck harder. She wanted to taste him. 

The woman was killing him, he was so close as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and he groaned low in his throat. He let his hips move into her mouth. She was the sweetest heaven he could ever hope to find. He felt his control slipping, his need to find release too much. He ground out her name as he let go in her warm mouth.

Sarah felt him come apart before she heard it. He filled her mouth and she greedily swallowed him down. She wanted all of him and continued until he was milked dry. Then with a smile on her lips she kissed her way back up his body and looked into his eyes.

"You are amazing," he said before kissing her, tasting himself on her.

She sighed into the kiss. Her arms went around him. Sarah was feeling very proud, very happy. "You aren't so bad yourself," she winked.

"Sarah, I wanted to tell you this before. I love you."

Her eyes misted, she swore she wouldn't cry. He loved her. She had known but somehow hearing it was different. She loved him to. That had to be the reason for the emotional train wreck.

"I... I love you too Scott," she said in a hushed whisper over the running water of the shower.

"What was that little one?"

He wanted to hear it, not have it whispered this time. If she loved him he wanted to hear the richness of her voice tell him that.

"I love you Scott, I really do," she smiled.

He kissed her. He couldn't stop. She loved him. He hadn't expected it but it was wonderful. He smiled down into her eyes then lifted her and brought her under the water. She sighed as she tilted her head. Scott decided she looked good wet. 

He helped her wash; he was just about to reach his favorite parts of her when he heard a ring. It was her cell. They both stopped. Sarah let the water rinse her quickly and then she pushed the door open. The call had gone to voicemail. She dialed it and watched as Scott dried off.

"You should stop looking Sarah. Leave it alone before you get hurt."

She dropped the phone with a gasp. Scott went to her, holding her. She was upset, that was obvious. The woman he loved was shaking like a leaf. He picked her up and took her to the bed. She was simply frightened, kept crying and mumbling. He was upset at the whole thing.

Going back to the bathroom her grabbed her phone and replayed her message. What the, he thought. They had to find answers and quick. He didn't want anything to happen to her. He grabbed the envelope she had left and laid down next to her. She seemed to be calmer now.

"I'm okay Scott. That just freaked me out."

"I can understand why. The voice alone was gruff and strange. I thought though we should look at what's in here."

Opening the envelope he pulled out the report and a few photo's of the young woman. Sarah let out a gasp as she saw she looked oddly similar to her. It seemed Richards had an interest in her type. Scott gathered her to him as they read it over.

It seemed the girl was young, only twenty five. She had worked with a catering company at a party for the politically elite. A man had come up to her, asked her name. Through out the night he had kept in contact. Then when the party ended and she went to her car he was there. He took her in a van and she was driven to a warehouse of sorts. From then she was drugged and beaten, it said she didn't recall much. There was a man there she remembered. He made her call him Master Michael. She passed out for a time and then woke in the woods, left bloodied and bruised.

"I can't believe someone would do that," Sarah said looking down at the photo of the girl.

"There is a time and place for all sorts of play but this; it goes to far my sweet one. We still can't prove Richards was part of it though. You won't leave my sight till we do. Even then I doubt I will let you go," he said kissing the tip of her nose. 

"Do you think we can help this girl?"

"I know we will," he stated.

They lay there together, holding each other close. They both knew it wouldn't be easy. Sarah let out a sigh and snuggled closer into Scott's arms. She heard him whisper I love you little one just before she drifted off.