Chapter 7

CHARLES

 

 

As we snuggle together in the back of my car I look into Jessica’s magnificent blue eyes and feel something invisible and comforting touch my heart.

We are driving to the restaurant in which my best friend and her sister are waiting for us.

She grins, a beautiful blush spreading on her lovely face. “Isn’t it great?”

I nod. I don’t need to ask her what she means. I know already.

“It is. This is going to go down in history as the week in which something was in the air in Manhattan.”

She laughs. “Or, you know… considering how crazy fast this is happening, maybe something was in the water!”

I chuckle, hugging her more to me and then

I smile down at her, my intent clear.

Jessica meets my lips halfway when I lean down, my hands on either sides of her thighs, my body caging her much smaller one in.

We spent the greater part of the day in bed, getting to know each other, sharing things and fucking each other’s brains out, yet I can’t get enough of her. I never will.

She has captured me completely and I’m hers as much as she is mine, inside and out.

I feel my cock jump in response to her little tongue’s maneuverings in my mouth.

The out part of me that is hers definitely includes my dick: the big motherfucker doesn’t seem to remember that from time to time it should go down; I have been in various states of stiffness since I saw her this morning.

We are ravenous for each other and the car, my driver and everything else in the world around us falls away.

I don’t care much about the loss of conscious thought, not if she is right here with me, not if I can feel her mouth against mine, her body undulating with mine in a quest to get closer.

I could spend eternity kissing her, that is if I didn’t know the heaven that is her soft, luscious, tight pussy, in its tight and lush confines I could really very happily live the rest of my days.

We keep on kissing until we can’t take it anymore, the tension building between us and the lack of oxygen forcing us apart in order to gulp some much needed air down.

I dive right back in, but when I spread her legs and start to bunch up her sky-colored dress, Jessica puts both hands on my forearms to stop me.

I kiss her forehead. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask raggedly, the ache in my dick getting unbearable as I feel my balls draw up and pre-cum slide down its head.

“What about you know,” she cocks her head in the general direction of my driver even though we cannot see him with the privacy-screen up.

“Paul? Don’t worry about him, sweetheart. When the panel’s up, there’s no way he can hear a thing. It’s totally soundproof,” I reassure her, combing her silky blonde hair away from her jaw with my fingers.

She relaxes slightly against me, but there’s still uncertainty in her eyes.

I immediately take her in my arms, my cock is not going to like my next words, but I care too much about her comfort not to say them. “It’s not like we have to do anything, you know, if you don’t want.”

She gives me a little smile. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” she whispers sexily and I feel her sweet voice gripping my balls, the groan that escapes my throat doesn’t go far though, ‘cause she swallows it with her shiny, pouty lips.

I leave her lips behind and she moans softly as I start to trace the side of her slender neck with open-mouthed kisses that make her body go taut and arch against mine.

“Oh, Charles,” she mewls; her fingers clutching my waist to bring me closer.

As soon as I reach her clavicle with my tongue, she is so crazy for it, that she is straddling my lap and rocking her panty-clad pussy against the huge bulge in my pants; my dick loving and hating the attention at the same time. I can feel her heat through our clothes and I grunt as I pull down the straps of her short dress and move her little blue strapless bra up and out of the way without bothering with the clasp.

There’s no time for that: I need to feel her nipples harden in my mouth.

I cover one pink, scrumptious, aroused peak with my lips and as soon as I start to suckle on it, circling the very tip with my tongue, she bites her lip, letting out a high-pitched sort of whimper that I feel pulsing in every vein running down my rock-hard shaft.

I look up at her and I feel pride swelling in my chest. There’s nothing that makes me as happy as seeing the way she enjoys my touch and every one of my kisses, not even my own pleasure can compare to the sensation I felt today every time I made her come, screaming my name.

“God, Jessica,” I groan, feeling my cock jolting against her bucking center. “I adore you…”

And I really mean it. There’s not one thing about her that doesn’t drive me mad with want. The sweet taste of her skin, the fresh scent of her hair, the way she responds to my caresses, the feel of her thighs wrapped around my waist and of course her sugary, petite pussy covered in golden, little trimmed curls that I can’t wait to sample again.

Every single thing we have shared today has become my favorite thing to do in the whole world.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but I don’t care.

I hold her more security on my lap, winding one arm around her back to keep her steady, one hand on her hip, while the other moves down and between us, my fingers painting in languid strokes the lower part of her flat stomach.

My simple and relatively innocent touch, makes Jessica moan my name heatedly and she starts to rock her pelvis even more determinedly, angling herself to stroke her little eager clit against my still compressed erection.

She pulls my face away from her delectable breasts and up for a long passionate kiss, her hands burrowing in my short hair, her tongue flickering mine eagerly.

I know she is soaking wet even if I haven’t touched her cunt yet: the sweet, maddening scent of her arousal is whiffing up to my nostrils, pulling more pre-cum from my cock, the seed boiling in my balls.

Fuck, I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel her scorching wetness on my fingers.

I slide my hand between her spread legs and swiftly move her little panties to the side to get to her molten heat and I groan when I feel how dripping wet she is.

“Fuck, baby, I want you so badly,” I grunt in our kiss, my teeth scraping at her swollen lips.

“Charles, please, I need to…” she throws her head back, moaning, eyes squeezed shut.

I didn’t realize she was so near her orgasm, but I’m more than happy to help her close the distance.

Without much preambles, I shove two of my thick, long fingers inside her little slit.

I know she can take this, my big dick has spent so much time today stretching her snug walls, that I don’t need to be gentle right now. I curl them in a ‘come hither’ motion making her instantly shatter in pleasure, her pussy milking my digits, making my cock so envious and my memory of the feeling of her clenching around its length over and over so vivid, I almost pass out from restrained lust.

I slip my fingers out of her still clamping cunt and immediately go for my belt buckle when I realize the car is slowing to a stop.

“Fuck!” I grunt, my forehead dropping against hers.

I don’t think I’m going to survive this dinner.

She giggles. “I promise I’ll make up for this later, okay?”

I growl low in my throat, trying as best as I can to ignore the painful throb in my cock. “I’m counting on it, baby.”

 

—*—

 

I’m sure the food is great in this place, a fusion of Cuban and Chinese, but everything tastes like ashes in my mouth when I think I could be face-deep in Jessica’s succulent pussy right now, there’s no dish, nor priceless bottle of wine that can compete with that. Not right now, anyway, not when I’m this starved for her.

Dinner has been pleasant of course, but if asked, I wouldn’t be able to detail the conversation.

My mind has been too agreeable engage on thoughts of Jessica —more specifically me fucking Jessica— playing back and forth our little interlude in the limo.

My blood flow has been going south all evening, so I’m sure I’ve been anything but a brilliant conversationalist.

Jessica has been no better, a lusty, dreamy look in her eyes, that tugged at my very aroused and aching cock every time I glanced at her.

Our dinner companions are faring much better, I think.

They are ridiculously in love and all soft tender looks and furtive touches, but I guess it’s easier for them: they’ve been inseparable for the last four days, whereas Jessica and I have barely started to tap the well of our passion.

We’ll have many more occasions to share a meal together and I’m sure we’ll have a great time —I mean, what’s best than being best friends and dating close sisters that love each other, right?— only not tonight.

I’m too drunk on Jessica to attend to what happens around us and the part of me that it’s not buzzed with lust, it’s worried for Sterling.

Both him and my sister declined to be with us this evening.

I’m not much worried for Cora, after all I can readily believe she really needed to have an early night after being up late for days to study.

I was disappointed not to introduce her to Jessica right away. I’m sure she’ll love her —and Lara too—, but we have time for that, ‘cause sure as fuck my Jess is not going anywhere.

It’s for Sterling that I’m anxious.

In the afternoon, Aston called to tell me he had spoken with our friend, but he wasn’t feeling up to dinner. He tried to badger the truth of his feelings and mental state out of him to no avail.

I figured he was still pretty cut up about his encounter with that girl in the elevator, so I pushed myself out of bed and away from my woman to call him.

Even though our friendship with Sterling is not life-long, I consider him a brother as much as I do Aston and no matter the whirlwind of emotions I’m in, I’m not the kind of man who would forget about his friends when they need support.

I told him to meet me at my penthouse so that we could get the head of security to look through footage from last Saturday to find his mystery bombshell, but he declined my offer.

I mean, I really don’t get this.

Saturday he was wailing —as much as someone like him can anyway— about this woman and his need to find her and I could see the relief in his eyes when I mentioned the security recordings and now all of a sudden he doesn’t care anymore?

I really need to talk with Aston about this more, but not while the girls are with us, plus it’s not like I can have a serious conversation right now, not with my erection trying to punch its way out of my slacks and the sensation of Jessica’s soft hand in mine.

We’ll have to find a moment to do so tomorrow, though.

As the waiter serves the next course, I fall more deeply into myself and my wanting to be alone with Jess and wedged deep inside of her.

The only thing I’m aware of are her eyes gazing upon me and the pressure of her impish hand on my thigh, making me lose my concentration and my focus on reality.

Before I know what’s going on, I see Aston stands up, a bemused, but fond, expression on his face.

“Well, guys… we’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, grinning at me. “Or the day after that,” he mutters.

What is he talking about?

They’re leaving?

It can’t be that late, can it?

I throw a surreptitious look at the smartwatch on my wrist and my eyes widen a bit. Talk about losing track of time!

I clear my throat.

I realize I should probably say something.

Right?

Anything?

“Hmm? Wh-what?” I mumble.

My friend starts to laugh.

Jessica looks very much confused. She shakes her head, her big cerulean eyes slightly dazed. “Didn’t we just got here?” she looks at the display of her mobile.

I hear Lara snort. “Not quite, sis…”

I chuckle as well following the interplay between our two ladies as I catch my best friend doing the same.

Aston takes Lara by the hand. “Well, guys: it’s been great! We’re calling it a night. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Dinner is on me. Ta-ta!” he says smirking while dragging a giggling Lara behind him.

Jessica follows their retreat for a moment longer and then turns toward me.

“Did we just make a spectacle of ourselves?” she asks, her tone teasing.

“We certainly did, babe, and yet I don’t seem to care,” I answer and then I lean forward to kiss her smile away.