Mandy

Submerged to my chin in a luxurious, warm bath, I am nearly asleep when I hear the clink of a crystal champagne glass against the surface of the marble tub. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, anxious to smell, feel and taste him instead of merely seeing him.

“I’m sorry you’re so tired,” he whispers in my ear. “I had something special in mind,” he adds, nuzzling his nose behind my ear and kissing the side of my neck.

“I’m just resting my eyes,” I whisper back, reaching out to touch him. My hand lands right beneath the waistband of his scrubs and I am greeted with enthusiasm. “Those pants aren’t very good at hiding something like that,” I tease, cracking my eyelids open just enough to take a peak.

“What do you expect? I walk in here and find a beautiful woman, naked in my bathtub.” He pauses to pull his shirt over his head. “I think I would have to be dead to not get a hard-on.” He pushes his pants part way down until gravity takes over and drops them to the floor. He takes another sip from his glass before stepping into the tub and slowly lowering himself between my legs. “Hi,” he whispers with a devious look in his eyes.

“Hi,” I reply unable to resist cracking a broad smile. “I’m glad you could join me.” I lift my bottom and slide myself closer to him.

“I would’ve been here earlier, but Anthony is pretty focused.” He lowers his head and begins teasing my right nipple with his tongue.

“There’s nothing wrong with a focused man.” I moan, feeling an instant surge of energy through my core. I love how he does this to me, moving slowly and deliberately. Taking the time to pay special attention to each part of my body, playing me like a finely tuned instrument. Damn, he is good at that.

He works his way down my abdomen, lifting my body above the waterline while continuing his descent. I push my fingers through his thick hair and savor the feeling of his lips traversing the centerline of my body. I am forced to grip the sides of the tub as he cups my bottom and lifts me completely out of the water. His hot tongue slips between my folds and delivers tantalizing strokes across my excited clit. Oh, damn, that feels good.

“Mmm, I love how you taste,” he mutters, pushing the full length of his tongue inside of me. “There is nothing better,” he says after pulling back to give me a few teasing flicks of his tongue. He continues to move his tongue back and forth within me while intermittently teasing my excited clit. My breath catches as he continues to use his hot tongue to send me wriggling up the back of the tub.

His strong hands grip my hips, halting my retreat. He groans loudly as he continues to make love to me with his talented lips and tongue. I suddenly feel an overwhelming sensation within me and realize that a couple slippery fingers have slipped in the back door. Oh my God… that’s intense! “Oh fuck,” I cry out, before catching myself. I temporarily forget the fact that Anthony is in the next room. How embarrassing…

Trey as usual seems to revel in the fact that I am beginning to lose control. If anything he seems to be determined to make me embarrass myself. Fighting the urge to scream, I allow the wave of orgasmic tension to rush through me. Every nerve in my entire body appears to be on overdrive as he continues to massage that incredibly sensitive area that I didn’t even know existed, while simultaneously sucking my now throbbing clit.

My body clenches as an incredibly intense orgasm begins to grip my overheated body. Pushing back against the tub, I let go of the sides and grab two fistfuls of his hair desperate for a slight reprieve. My back begins to slide down the back of the tub and I breathe a sigh of relief as my body and his head once again fall beneath the water line. Thank God!

“You trying to drown me?” he gasps as he pulls his head from the water and throws his dripping, wet hair back from his forehead.

“I’m trying to be quiet, but you aren’t making it very easy.” I sit up and pull him toward me, kissing his hot, wet lips with all of the passion I’m feeling inside of me. “You were driving me crazy, like usual.”

He smiles and without a word stands up and grabs a couple towels, tossing them onto the floor. “Come here,” he coaxes, taking my hands and lifting me up. He quickly straightens out the towels, before once again taking my hand and helping me from the bath. My nipples instantly harden against the cool air-conditioned breeze that is filtering through the room. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up,” he murmurs, seeing the goose bumps rising along the length of my arms.

“I’m sure you will, but let’s try to be quiet,” I tell him, not wanting to make a scene.

“The door to the suite is closed and he has most likely gone to bed, so don’t worry,” he replies with a determined glint in his eyes. “This is another one of my favorites,” he whispers as he guides my back onto the plush towels and slides between my legs. “You are so fucking sexy,” he moans as he teases my lips with his and positions himself perfectly between my thighs. My goose bumps begin to fade as our mutually generated body heat begins to overpower the effects of the cool draft. His kisses warm me to the core.

Trey

Mandy looks so beautiful, her glistening, tan skin contrasted by the fluffy white towels. She reaches down the length of my body and begins to stroke me, but there is no need. I pull back from her hand, my cock already throbbing with desire. Moving in to kiss her passionately, I feel the tip of my cock against her. She reaches down to guide me in. She seems to be even more impatient than me.

“I love you,” I whisper between her lips as I push inside and feel her warm juices envelope me.

“I love you, too,” she whispers back after a small gasp escapes her lips.

The feelings that have been growing within me ever since the day we met seem to be combining with my testosterone fueled lust. I can barely control myself as I begin moving within her, completely overwhelmed with passion. She hooks her feet behind my legs and I lift my body from hers, arching my back to deliver the most intensity possible. I can feel her walls gripping my cock as I deliver one powerful stroke after another.

“God, that feels incredible,” I whisper, feeling her little bumps titillating the top of my head with every stroke.

“I’m going to come again,” she whimpers, clenching her jaw and holding her breath. I continue to thrust into her while watching her facial expressions. She is obviously close, so I slow down just a bit, giving her long full strokes to push her over the edge. “Oh my god, oh my god…” she whimpers.

I lower myself to her, kissing her lips hard while continuing to thrust into her. She suddenly clenches and lets out a huge gasp as I feel a wave of juices below. Unrelenting, I continue to fuck her with all of the fervor that is burning within me. It feels like an unquenchable thirst, an aching desire that can’t possibly be fulfilled and it’s something that I can’t possibly express in any other way. I once again grasp her lips with mine, kissing her hungrily as she continues to draw jagged, choppy breaths. Our sweaty bodies cling to one another as I continue to push both of us beyond any reasonable limits.

I hear my phone ringing in the background, but my mind is completely focused on this woman beneath me. The room would need to burst into flames in order to drag me away from her at this point. I can feel my heart, beating within my throat, as I continue to fuck her with all the passion I am feeling inside of me. She moans and begins to kiss me back with equal fervor, now seeming just as hungry and unsatisfied as me. I slip my arms beneath her and cradle her head, staring deeply into her gorgeous blue eyes as I deliver the final strokes that lead us both to a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. She shudders at my release and we both grip each other tightly as wave after wave of sensations pass through our bodies. My God, that was incredible.

Lying in each other’s arms totally spent and completely exhausted, my phone rings again. “Dammit, I have to see who is calling.” I reach over grabbing the side of the tub to pull myself to my feet. I offer a hand to Mandy, helping her up as well. I open the door to the bedroom and grab the phone off the dresser. “Hello?” I answer, not recognizing the number that is displayed on the screen.

“Oh thank God,” a scared, shaky voice replies on the other end of the line. “I’m glad you finally picked up… this is Nolan… Nolan Blake.”

“Nolan, where are you?” I ask, shrugging on a robe. “I thought for sure they had gotten to you too.”

“Well, they almost did,” he confides. “I just spent the last three hours cowering in a garbage dumpster.” I cringe at the thought of spending even a minute inside most of the dumpsters that I have seen.

“What happened?” I ask as Mandy comes up close, hoping to listen in on the conversation.

“Aileen handed me your number, but she was such a basket case that I couldn’t understand why she wanted me to call you. I decided to step outside for a smoke to let her calm down,” he begins to explain. “I was just standing there, minding my own business when this black car starts up just down the street and slowly begins moving in my direction. I instantly knew there was something wrong, so I cut back and began walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. I didn’t want to go back inside, because I thought I would endanger Aileen and her mom.”

“Good thinking, so did they start chasing you?” I ask, anxious to hear more.

“Yeah, the headlights came on and they swung the car around. I jumped the neighbor’s fence and ran down the alleyway. I saw their headlights come around the corner, so I jumped a second fence and ran about half a block to the Asian market. I dove into their dumpster and sat there, silent, watching through a crack in the lid. Just my luck, they parked the car right across the street from me and two guys got out and started combing the alleyway,” he tells me, his voice still quivering.

“So they never checked the dumpster?”

“No. A funky looking blond haired guy walked past me though and went into the store. No one actually looked in the dumpster though, probably because it reeks like dead fish,” he adds with a sigh.

“My God, I can’t even imagine,” I reply, shaking my head. “I’ll bet you could use a good shower.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he says lowering his voice. “I’ve got to get out of here though. This place is tiny, there’s no place to hide if they come back.”

“Which one are you at?” I ask, knowing that it will probably be Anthony who will have to retrieve him.

“The one on east fifty ninth,” he whispers. Giving me an uncomfortable feeling, because I know he is in an extremely dangerous situation.

“You are only seven or eight blocks from us,” I tell him trying to sound upbeat. “I’ll send Anthony over to get you. He’ll be driving a brown bulletproof Suburban. You can’t miss it.”

“Okay, this place is closing and the owner is waiting for me to leave, so tell him I’ll be behind the dumpster,” he says softly. “Hopefully I won’t have to crawl into it again. Just tell him to pull up in front of the store and I’ll come to him.”

“Okay, you hang tight. It should only be about fifteen minutes,” I tell him as I tie my robe and leave the room to find Anthony.

Mandy

Finally, a bit of good news, I think as I pull back the comforter and slip into bed. Trey is right, these sheets are pretty comfortable, but after the day I’ve had almost any bed would do. The tension in my back begins to ease as I stretch out my legs and roll onto my side, hugging a pillow. I hear Anthony and Trey talking in the other room, but I need to close my burning eyes. I’ve had enough excitement for one day.

“Anthony is going to pick him up,” Trey whispers as he crawls in behind me. “He’s bringing him back here, so we’ll be able to find out more in the morning.” He slips his hand along the curve of my hip and the heat instantly radiates into my skin.

“I love how warm your hands are,” I whisper, turning to give him a kiss. “They instantly make me feel warm all over.”

“I’m glad you like them,” he replies, sliding his other hand under me and pulling me closer. “I don’t understand how I can feel so close to you. It’s only been a few weeks.”

“I don’t know either,” I admit. “I think we must have been connected in a previous life or something.”

Trey grows quiet and all I hear is his slow, consistent breathing against the back of my neck. I can’t help but wonder what our lives will be like once all of this chaos has passed. Will we still feel this close? Hopefully, he won’t find me boring. My life was incredibly dull prior to the day I first stepped onto his airplane. My mind immediately tries to project what our lives will look like. The house on the ocean-side cliff just south of San Francisco where the dog comes running to greet me as I pull up in my shiny black Tesla Roadster. I’m standing out on the terrace as Trey arrives, his personal helicopter touching down on the helipad in the back yard. I giggle to myself as I realize my imagination is once again putting the cart way ahead of the horse. I really need some sleep.