5sos Imagines

Million Dollar Baby L.H (Chapter 11)

WHAT THE? (11)
JPOV
I was dreaming. I could feel Luke's body against my back as he held me under a star-filled sky, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I drew his arms tighter around my waist.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know," he whispered. "But, now that I have you here, I can never let you go. Never, Jasmine. You are a part of me now. I just can't let you walk away from me."
"There's no place else I'd rather be, Luke," I sighed and nuzzled closer. "I want to be here...like this...with you...forever. Just...hold me tight and don't ever let me go."
"Never. I love you, Jas...Please tell me you..." His raspy voice faded out and the scene around me became fuzzy and melted away. I desperately tried to summon them back with my mind, but it was too late. I was rousing from my sleep, and they were simply gone.
"Please tell me you don't just lie around and sleep all damn day."
"Huh?" I sat up and blindly looked around the room, which really didn't fare well with my hair all over my face like Cousin Itt from The Addams Family. My hands clumsily swiped at the rat's nest enough to part the curtain of mane so that I could see the little piss ant that dared disturb my slumber. Because that sure as hell wasn't Luke's voice.
"Fucking, Keesha," I huffed and then fell back onto the bed in dramatic fashion. I grabbed Luke's pillow and hugged it to my chest as I inhaled his scent and sighed contentedly. "Go away. I'm sleeping." I really just wanted to see if I could recapture my dream. Disturbing? Hell yeah, but so the fuck what?
"Not anymore, you're not," she said and then I heard her skip across the room to do God only knows what, but I swore if she jumped on me, I was going to give her a thunder flick to the forehead, followed up by a Wet Willy to the ear. She was way too bubbly in the mornings, and probably deserved it for that shit alone, but I was biding my time so that I'd have the element of surprise on my side.
"What do you want?" I half whined as she pulled the drapes back and let all that bright ass morning sun assault my comfy-cozy surroundings. I practically hissed and buried my face in my pillow. Then thoughts of vampires filtered into my brain, which then led to thoughts of the vampiric sex Luke and I had in the entertainment room with Mr. Eric Northman as an audience.
We should so do that again.
The Cooch perked up like ten thousand volts of caffeine had been pumped into her. Fucking bitch. I guess she was seconding the motion.
"Well, for starters, I'd like for you to do something with that God awful shit you call hair," Keesha said and then I felt her delicately lift one tangled lock of it before dropping it again and rubbing her hands together. You'd think she thought I had cooties or something. "And then, we need to have a talk."
"About what?" My sleepy voice was muffled by the pillow, and I just about gagged when my morning breath came back at me. The hair could wait; Momma needed some Cinnamon Rush flavored Crest and a toothbrush.
"Stuff. Now get your ass up before I go get a pitcher of ice water and throw it on you," she said and then smacked me on the ass.
I sat up with a huff and narrowed my eyes at her before I got right in her face. "I really fucking hate you, Keesha. You know that?"
"Whoa!" she drew out as she pinched her nose and backed away while waving her free hand through the space between us. "Evidently so, Mrs. Yuck Mouth. What did you do, get up and make a shit shake as a midnight snack?"
"Fuck you," I laughed and knocked her to the bed as I jumped out quickly and made a mad, naked dash for the bathroom.
Once I'd showered - pleasuring myself twice with the help of my nifty little Hemmings bullet - shaved and, yes, brushed my teeth, I went back out into the bedroom where Keesha had already made the bed and evidently picked out my clothes for the day. I dressed and threw my hair up into a messy bun before I made me way downstairs.
"Keesha?" I called, having no clue where she would be.
"In here!" she called from the kitchen.
When I entered, I found she already had coffee made and had poured me a cup. "Wow, you almost look human."
"And you may have just kept from getting your ass kicked for having coffee made," I countered, because the best part of waking up, really was Folgers in your cup. However, I highly doubt the rich aroma I smelled was Folgers. I can't exactly see Luke having anything other than the best gourmet coffee known to man in his house.
I took my seat across from her at the island bar and started shoveling sugar into my cup. "So...what's so important that you had to disturb my beauty sleep?" I asked.
"We'll get to that. First of all, I want to know if you tried the deep throat thing?" she asked excitedly, ready to dish and get dished the girl talk.
It was really pretty fucking awesome to have an actual girl to talk to about these things. I mean, Jesse was probably about as close to a girlfriend as I'd ever had, but he was...well, Jesse. And whenever we talked about sex, it had always turned out to be mildly disgusting and wholly disturbing. I loved that bitch like there was no tomorrow, but he could certainly learn a thing or two about the importance of leaving some things to the imagination.
"Yep," I answered her, popping the 'p'. "And I do believe you'd make one hell of a Yoda, and not just because you're vertically challenged."
"A quick learner you were, young Skywalker. Or should I say, young Streetwalker?" She said in her best Yoda impersonation. We both laughed, but then Keesha abruptly stopped and cleared her throat. "Um, sorry," she said with a ping of guilt on her face.
"For what?" I asked, confused.
"Oh, um, nothing," she said with a dismissive wave and then took a sip of her coffee.
"Uh-uh. No way. You spill. Now," I said with a finger pointed at her.
Keesha sat her cup down and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, God. He's going to kill me. I just know it," she said as she nervously rang her hands.
"Who? Luke?" I asked, knowing damn good and well that's who she was talking about. "For what, Keesha?"
She scrunched her face up like she was about to say something she didn't really want to say. Then she covered her face with her hands and peeped out at me between her fingers. "I know, Jas. I know everything."
"What's everything, munchkin? You're not giving me anything to go on here," I said with a roll of my hand, hoping to encourage her to keep the deets coming.
"I know about the contract that you and Luke have. I know that he paid a million dollars for you to come here to live with him for the next five years. I know that you two aren't a legitimate couple. I know about the sex. Oh God, Jas...I know about everything, and I really wish I didn't know shit because it's just too much, too overwhelming for someone like me to handle knowing," she blurted in one long strand of frantic words.
My hands were shaking so badly I had to sit the coffee mug I was holding down for fear that I might drop it...or throw it across the room at a wall...whatever. "He told you?" I asked in a relatively calm voice, which surprised the shit out of me.
"No, no, no, no, nooooo. Please, Jas, it's not his fault," she pleaded desperately like she was trying to fix everything. "See, I do all his household accounting, and I saw the money transfer and confronted him about it. I put two and two together and ascertained that the money was transferred around the same time that you showed up. And then, well, you know how I am already...I started to do some digging. But, to be fair, if you had just told me the truth when we first met, I wouldn't have had to. I mean, you were talking about Elvis, Tupac, MJ...fucking drag queens, and Luke...Luke wasn't any help either. When I asked him about the money, he said that you used to be a man and it was for your sex change, and-"
"Ho, ho, hoooo!" I belted out, stopping her. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Keesha took a deep breath. "Which part? Or do you want me to start all over again?" she asked.
"God, no. I don't think my brain could take that a second time through," I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose because I had a massive headache threatening to break loose in my head from all the yammering and revelations that were being thrown at me. "Keesha? Did you just say that Luke said I used to be a man and had a sex change?"
"Yeah, but he also said he was just joking," she said with a shrug and then her eyes got wide as saucers. "He was just joking, right? You didn't really have a schlong, did you?"
"Fuck...Keesha! Yes!" I screeched.
"Yes, you had a schlong?" she asked with a very shocked and possibly even a wee bit of a curious expression on her face.
"No, Keesha. Yes, he was joking," I clarified. I am so going to make him fucking pay for this shit.
"Good. I mean that's...good," she said with a sigh of relief. And then she propped her elbow up on the table with her chin in her hand. "Jas? Honey, why did you do it? Why did you sell yourself for sex?"
"It's personal, Keesha. And I don't want you to go snooping around to find out. If you do, I swear I'll kick your scrawny little ass," I warned her. She crossed her heart in a silent promise not to. "Besides, Luke doesn't even know."
"Yeah, and I'm sure he hasn't pressed the issue with you either, especially since that would mean he'd then have to tell you about Aleisha's cheatin' ass. Bitch," she murmured.
"Wait, that's the second time you've said her name, and I want to know what the deal is with this chick? Is she like an ex-girlfriend or something?" I asked, knowing if anyone was going to spill the beans, it would be Keesha. She had probably already told me more than she was supposed to anyway.
"Shit! I swear if he ever finds out about this, he's going to fire me for real, and probably Calum too. You know...the whole guilty by association thing. And then we'll be homeless with nowhere to go, no money to shop with..."
"Tragic," I muttered sarcastically.
"I know, right?" she said as if it really were. "Okay, look...I'll tell you, but only after you tell me what the real deal is between you and Luke."
I thought about the dream, but that's all it had been. Right? Of course I'm right. Luke could never feel that way about me, no matter how good I was at deep-throating his colossal cock. "The real deal is that it's a business transaction, Keesha. Nothing more than that," I said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not buying it, Jas. You can lie to Luke, or even yourself for that matter, but I don't believe it," she said, calling me out on my shit. "I heard you. Before I woke you up. You were talking in your sleep, and from the sounds of it, you've got it bad for the boss man, sister."
"Goddamnit, Keesha! Is there ever a time when you're not being a nosey little bitch?" I asked, clearly offended by the invasion of privacy.
"Hey! Don't you use the Lord's name in vain with me!" she chastised me with a wagging finger.
I put my elbows on the table and ran my hands through my hair in frustration. "I'm sorry, Keesha. Look, this isn't exactly an ideal situation for me. I'm falling for the man who paid enough money to feed a starving village for longer than I have any knowledge of, just so that he can get in my pants anytime he wants to...with no strings attached. This shit just doesn't bode well for me, and try as I might to hate him, I fucking can't! What the hell is wrong with me? It's not Stockholm syndrome, because yeah, I haven't exactly been kidnapped and I'm not being kept here against my will. I signed on for this shit, but it's just getting to be too real. Ya' know?"
Keesha just kept nodding her head with a sincere look on her face as I continued to ramble on. "And with all the shit I have going on back at home...all I can do is throw up my hands and say 'Jesus, please take the wheel' - which isn't going to do me a whole hell of a lot of good, because the life I'm living isn't exactly saintly - but I have no freakin' clue what I'm doing here. And I seem to just be digging myself in further and further. I mean, I know I'm just a whore to him, and that he could never feel anything for me that's even remotely close to the mad crush I have on him, but...shit!"
I took a deep breath; my face was flaming hot and I thought I might start crying at any moment. No way was I going to do that because it would make me look weak and even more vulnerable than I actually was. But I was thankful that I could get at least some of it off my chest, before a complete and total mental breakdown crept up on me, permanently incapacitating and turning me into a zombie. Because I'm telling you, I was seriously damn close to that happening.
Keesha just seemed to really get me though, and contrary to her own personal nature, she just listened and let me vent without trying to force me to go into any more detail. There were just no words to describe my gratitude.
She stretched an arm across the counter and took my hand in hers with a comforting smile. "You're carrying a pretty big burden, huh?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I said.
Keesha and I both started laughing at the same time. Not a full on belly laugh, just one of those laughs where we both recognized just how ridiculous my statement sounded after the huge load I had just dumped.
"Don't worry, sweetie. You're going to get through this. And you never know what might happen. I mean, Luke's not incapable of having feelings. At least, I don't think he is. I just hope that nasty little debacle with Aleisha was only a minor setback and not something that will leave him emotionally scarred for the rest of his life."
"Yeah, you were going to tell me about that. What's the deal with him and that chick?"
"Well, she's a total whore for one," she started with a disgruntled look. "Luke dated her for like two years, give or take a lifetime. Her father, Dr. McDonald, is a really close friend of the family and that's pretty much how they hooked up."
"I, um, I met him, Dr. McDonald," I said, remembering his name from my trip to the twat doc.
"Yeah, he's a good guy. I don't judge him by his offspring," she said. "Anyway, Luke went away on a business trip, but had decided - against better judgment - to propose to her when he got back. For some unknown reason, he thought he loved her. I'm not so sure that he really knew what love was, and I'm still not convinced that he does even now. But anyway, he came home only to find his beloved Aleisha getting rammed cock-deep in the ass by his best friend."
I gasped and put my hand over my heart. I wasn't doing it for dramatic effect; it's just one of those natural reactions people have when they're shocked. "Oh, no..."
"Yeah, oh no is putting it mildly," Keesha said. "Needless to say, Luke's heart was crushed, or maybe it was just his ego, but either way...he was devastated." She paused and looked at me with this fearsome, over-protective mother bear expression in her eyes. "And, Jas...I just don't know if he can take any more. So, if this thing between you two really does advance to another level, you keep that in mind. You feel me?"
How friggin' sweet was that? She was about as big as a mosquito, and just as annoying, and there she was...sounding all Black Dagger Brotherhood like and issuing a thug's warning. And somehow, I didn't put it past her to follow through. Not that that's anything she's going to have be concerned about, because Luke Hemmings simply was not into me like that and I was going to fight against every urge I had to make sure that I didn't put myself in front of that train either. Any type of feelings I was developing for him would just have to be buried somewhere deep inside, lest my fucking heart get ripped to shreds in the hands of the one man with enough power over me to do so.
"I feel ya', Keesha. No worries," I said with a nod of affirmation. "Although, I really don't think Luke's the one you're going to have to worry about getting hurt in this equation."
"Yeah, I get that. I know he seems like a hardass on the outside, but when he lets the real him shine through..." she sighed, "He's got some real potential of being all that and a bag of chips. So, I can absolutely see where there's cause for worry."
"Ahhh, don't say that," I whined and put my head in my hands.
"Sorry, babe," she stood and patted my shoulder. "Just keep your chin up, and believe for all its worth that what's meant to be will be." She winked at me before grabbing her clutch and tucking it under her arm. "I have errands to run. I'll talk to you later."
She gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and then all I heard was the clip-clop sound of her heels as she walked away, leaving me there to dwell on all my shit. The funny thing was that I didn't dwell on it. I was more concerned about Luke and the shitstorm he'd been through.
Yeah, my shit was probably tons more pressing, what with my mother dying a little more each day, but it was the nurturing side of me - and probably my perpetual state of denial - that made me push that aside for the time being and just feel for him. I can't even imagine walking in on my best friend and my guy going at it like that. For me, it would probably be a little bit different though. After all, my best friend was gay, so that would open up a whole other can of worms that I'd rather not think about.
I cursed myself when an image of Jesse and Luke together flashed behind my eyes and sent a shiver down my spine.
It would never happen. I knew that, but it would certainly be devastating if it ever did.
Poor Luke. I guess that explained the reason a wealthy man with looks to kill and a body to die for would stoop so low as to purchase a woman who could never pull that shit on him again.
Stoop so low...that would put me on the bottom of the barrel then, wouldn't it? Of course it would. Even though I wasn't good enough for him, I pledged to make sure I took care of him the way he needed and wanted me to, even if only for the handful of years I was bound to him.
LPOV
Ten minutes to purchase her.
One hour to get her lips wrapped around my cock.
Three days to taste her juices.
Four days to pop her cherry.
Two weeks to lose my fucking mind...
Shit.
Just over two weeks. Fifteen goddamn days.
That's all it took for one purchased virgin to get me all kinds of wrapped around her cute little pinky. In the two years that Aleisha and I had been together, she never once managed to pull that shit off, but Jasmine...I just don't even know what to say. My whole world was turned upside down just outside two motherfucking weeks.
It wasn't at all how this shit was supposed to go down. How in the hell was I going to last five fucking years when I'd already give her anything she asked for on a silver fucking platter? Fucking Candy-Ass Hemmings, that's what I should change my name to.
Goddamnit.
I had done nothing but think about her all damn day at the office. And that's exactly why I pulled a desperate move like having Riley bring her with him to pick me up. Yeah, I could've just had him break every fucking traffic law there was in the state of Washington to get me to her quicker, but when I started to entertain the thought of purchasing a goddamn helicopter so that I could avoid the delay rush hour traffic would create, I decided having her brought to me was probably the best alternative.
I was fucking sick in the head. And I probably should've looked into some sort of twelve-step program for my new obsession because there was no way in hell that shit could have been healthy.
Riley pulled up to the curb where I was waiting impatiently, and before he could even get out and open the door for me, I held my hand up to stop him because I'd get to her so much faster if I just opened that shit myself. I wrenched the door open, and there she was...my million dollar baby, wearing nothing but my robe and a pair of spiked heels, just as I had requested when I called her earlier in the afternoon. And fuck me running...she was lounging back on the seat with the black silk of the robe open and hanging off her shoulders as it pooled around her body. And that part right there was all her doing; I hadn't requested that, but I was overjoyed that she took some initiative.
She was all cream and silk, and goddamn it, she was fondling her breast with one hand while the other caressed the flat plane of her stomach. Her naked flesh had only ever been touched by one other person like that...me, and it almost seemed to be beckoning me to it once more.
I quickly looked around and my lips curled back into a protective snarl I didn't even realize I was emitting as I scanned the area around me to see if anyone else had gotten an eyeful of my woman. I had to have her, had to mark my fucking territory, and I could not and would not wait until we were back to the seclusion of the house.
"Home, Riley," I growled. "And take the scenic route or whatever. Just don't open this fucking door and do not disturb us."
"As you wish, sir," he nodded and then got back in the driver's seat.
I quickly stepped inside and closed the door to shut the outside world out and keep Jasmine's hidden treasures all to myself. Because I was a selfish bastard and I never shared. Ever. I didn't even want anyone else to see what I'd laid claim to.
I knelt before her, threw my briefcase and the jacket I was holding to the side and quickly undid my belt and pants before shoving them over my hips. My dick sprang free and I grabbed it to keep it from bouncing around all awkwardly.
"Get it wet for me, baby," I said as I angled myself so that I was right in front of her face. God bless her, she licked her lips and eyed me hungrily before leaning forward and opened her mouth to take me in.
"Not like that," I stopped her. "Lick it, baby. I want to watch your tongue work me."
She gave me a sexy as hell smirk and then flicked her tongue out to gather up the spot of pre-cum on the tip. My dick twitched of its own accord as I hissed through my teeth. She kept her eyes on me as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and flattened her tongue out to give it a long lick from bottom to top.
"Son of a...bitch," I groaned.
Out of my peripheral vision, I caught her movement as she closed her thighs and worked them back and forth to create friction. I had to see her, needed to see the evidence of her arousal.
"Let me see that pretty pussy, Jasmine. Spread your thighs wide for me."
She made this greedy little sound as she swirled her tongue around the head of my dick and then put one foot on the ground, opening her legs for me. Goddamnit, she was so fucking wet already. I cupped her bare sex with my hand and slid my fingers between her silky folds. She arched her back and rolled her hips to get closer but I pulled away, wanting to tease her.
"Don't be mean," she protested in a deep, sultry voice.
I gently smacked the bundle of nerves at her apex...once, twice...three times before applying pressure with three fingers and massaging it slowly. Jasmine rolled her hips in a circle and pushed back against my fingers. Then I felt her hot mouth engulf my cock as she took me inside. I sucked in a breath of air as I watched her work me. My fingers slid down her center and I pushed all three inside of her. It was a hell of a tight fit, but she moved forward to meet them regardless. I eased them out and reinserted two so that I could curl them back and forth over her little magic g-spot, which really sent her into a feeding frenzy on my cock.
Two weeks ago, she was a virgin. Today, I'd swear she was a professional.
"Oh, fuck! Easy, baby. You're gonna' make me cum," I warned her. As good as it felt to release in her mouth and watch her swallow me down, that wasn't what I wanted this time. I needed to fucking mark her, from the inside out.
I tried to pull away, but she had a tight grip on my cock. So I removed my fingers and pushed against her shoulder to get her to release her hold. She gave me a pout, and it was so fucking sexy I had to lean forward and suck on that bottom lip. She wound her fingers through the hair at my nape and pushed her tongue past my lips to seek mine out. I gave it to her without putting up a fight, but only briefly because I needed to be inside her and didn't want to waste anymore time.
So I broke the kiss and grabbed her roughly behind her knees and yanked her forward until she was slouched in front of me with her ass hanging halfway off the seat. I spread her legs and positioned myself between them, my cock straining to get inside. Jasmine was rolling her body, trying to get closer, but I still wanted to play.
"Watch, baby. Watch my cock fuck you." Her eyes drifted to the space between us and her mouth dropped open when I took the head of my dick and rubbed it back and forth between her folds and over her clit. She was so wet and her pussy felt like hot silk.
I pulled back the skin of her folds and watched as her entrance stretched minutely. She was so fucking tight that it amazed me that I had ever fit inside her. My cock was so thick she couldn't even get her hand all the way around it, and yet I'd had it inside that tiny little opening.
I swirled the head of my dick around her opening and then lined myself up. "Fuck, I need you. I have to be inside you."
Slowly, I pushed into her, watching her stretch miraculously to accommodate my girth. A little at a time, my cock disappeared inside her.
"Oh, shit. I can feel...everything," she breathed.
"You like the way that looks? Hmm? It's a beautiful fucking thing, isn't it? Fucking sexy as hell," I panted. I realized I was rambling, but I really didn't give a shit, because...Jesus, it was incredibly erotic to watch.
"God, yes," she answered and then I arched my brow at her because she said 'God' instead of my name.
I pulled out of her and made another pass over her clit until my cock lay between her folds. Then I held her lips in place and moved to and fro in a stroking motion. My cock was bathed in her wetness and it was glistening in the little bit of light that filtered in through the windows. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled back and thrust deep inside her, eliciting a gasp from her strawberry colored lips.
"Oh, fuck...Luke...," she moaned as I gripped the tops of her thighs and thrust in and out of her at a steady pace.
We were both watching the movements, both breathing through parted lips, both fascinated by how fucking perfect we looked joining together. I could feel her walls gripping my cock tight as if her beautiful little pussy was claiming me, unwilling to let me go. My balls slapped against her ass cheeks with each thrust forward, creating a dual sensation.
This was fucking heaven, and I needed her to cum because there was something else I wanted to do before I had my release.
"Touch us, baby. Cup your pussy with the palm of your hand and spread your fingers around my cock," I instructed her.
With the hand attached to the wrist bearing my bracelet, she timidly reached forward and did what I said. Her head fell back, exposing that creamy neck in open invitation and there was no way I was going to turn it down. I leaned forward and lightly scraped my teeth across her flesh before sucking it into my mouth. Then I kissed my way up to her ear, all the while pumping my engorged cock into her tiny body.
"Did you miss me today, baby? Because...God, I fucking missed you. I had to jack off three times because I couldn't stop thinking about how good you feel wrapped around my cock." I accentuated my point by thrusting faster. "Did you? Did you play with yourself while you thought about fucking me? Maybe even pulled out my gift for some practice rounds? Did you get yourself off, baby? Tell me you got yourself off."
"Twice," she admitted. "And it was nowhere near as good as the real thing."
"That's...what I'm...talkin'...'bout," I growled, emphasizing each word with a deep thrust of my cock.
She whimpered in response and wrapped my tie around her fist before yanking hard and pulling me to her mouth. I ravished her with a hungry kiss; laying claim to what I already knew was mine, but reaffirming it...just in case. Our tongues moved deftly against each other as I gripped her hips harder and fucked her faster.
My hips pumped my cock in and out of her and I could feel the walls of her pussy constrict around my thickness with each push and pull. I broke our fevered kiss and dipped my head to capture a pert nipple between lips to lightly graze it with my teeth.
I felt the nails on her free hand scrape my scalp as she held me to her, and I regretfully had to break that shit up so that I could sit back because I wanted even deeper. I watched as my cock appeared and then disappeared inside her over and over again, aided by her arousal. "Baby, put your fingers in my mouth. Let me taste you."
The way Jasmine played along and followed every single one of my directions was just fucking great. She slipped her fingers between her folds, gathering up her juices before she brought them to my lips. She ran the tips of her fingers along my lips teasingly and I flicked my tongue out to gather up her offering before I opened my mouth and allowed her to push them inside. I groaned loudly when her taste hit my tongue. She was just so goddamn good...I couldn't even think of the words to describe it, so I didn't even bother to fucking try.
I licked her clean before releasing her fingers again.
"Do I taste good?" Fuck me running...The way she was looking at me from beneath her lashes, licking her fucking lips and saying those dirty, dirty words...
"See for yourself," I said and then pulled out of her. She wanted to talk dirty, so I was going to show her just how dirty I could be.
I raised myself as much as I could with the low ceiling of the limo and pushed her head down toward my groin at the same time. She got the message and greedily took me into her mouth. And I'll be damned if my little prized possession didn't fucking hum when she tasted herself on my cock. I pumped my hips back and forth a couple of times and then took it away from her again.
"Time for fucking, not sucking," I said and then plunged back into her pussy. She was mewling and moaning, arching her back, whispering my goddamn name, biting on her bottom lip and rolling her head from side to side...It was a fucking awesome sight to see.
"Shit, baby. I need you to cum." It took everything in me to restrain myself from blowing my load inside her.
"Harder, Luke. Fuck me harder." I would have, gladly, but in our current position, it just wasn't possible. Not to worry, I had a solution.
I pulled out of her. "Turn around, baby. I want to go deep."
She groaned in protest, but I knew what was best for the both of us, so I wasn't budging an inch.
"Turn the fuck around, get on your knees, hold onto the back of the seat and spread your legs," I ordered hurriedly.
She looked confused, but did as I said. I helped her get on her knees in front of me, but had her facing the rear window so that she could hold onto the back of the seat. Her plump ass was perfectly round and her back was arched at just the right angle to allow me free access to that delectable little pussy. But when she saw the traffic moving all around us at a slow pace, she turned her head away as if she were hiding.
I slid inside her from behind and leaned forward to whisper in her ear sensually. "No worries, Jasmine. We can see them, but they can't see us. Pity they can't watch me fuck you. I'd like the whole world to see what they can never fucking have."
With that I sat up and pounded into her. And oh shit, I was so much deeper from this angle, and her cheeks were spread with her tight little asshole teasing me. Jasmine grabbed onto the back of the seat, her knuckles going white with her grip as I fucked her as hard, as fast and as deep as I could go. Sweat was pouring off my brow and dripping off the tip of my nose, and it really didn't help that my tie had been drawn tighter around my neck when Jasmine grabbed it to pull me in for a kiss. But the one sensation that was dominating all others was the feel of her constricting around me.
Fuck the outside world. I had everything I needed right in front of me.
Remembering how well she liked it before, I stroked the center of her ass with my thumb, applying pressure to her back entrance. She moaned loudly and arched her back, right on motherfucking queue. So, I took it a step further and pressed into her until my thumb was inside her up to the knuckle. Her head fell between her shoulders and she pushed back into me.
"Yeah, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" I said as I pulled my thumb out partially and then reinserted it. "I'm going to fuck you here. I'm going to put my dick inside your tight little ass and you're going to fucking love it. Soon...very soon."
I felt her walls tighten around me in rhythmic waves as she came undone and gave into her orgasm. "Oh..fuuuuuck!" she cried out.
God, yes. My baby wanted me in her ass just as much as I wanted to be there.
"Look at them, Jasmine," I said, talking her through it. "Look at all those people out there, going about their mundane lives with no clue about what's going on in here. They can't even fathom feeling what you're feeling right now...what I'm...about to...feel.
"Son of a..." An indescribable feeling surged from my balls and shot up the length of my cock as I finally came.
"Shit! I can feel that," she said with a breathless moan. "I can feel you cumming inside me, and it feels...it feels..."
"Fuck, tell me, baby. What does it feel like?" I managed to ask through my orgasm...because I really liked hearing dirty words come out of her fuckable little mouth.
"Like nothing I've ever...shit, I'm going to cum again," she said and then her body began to shake and spasm as she moaned my name. I increased the pace of my thrusts, praying I could stay hard long enough to see her through her second orgasm. By some small miracle I did, and when we were both done, we collapsed onto the seat with me lying on her back.
"Goddamnit," I mumbled as I rolled off her. "You're going to be the death of me, woman."
She giggled and then rolled over to kiss me softly on the lips. "So how soon is very soon?"
"What?" I asked, pulling my pants up.
"You know..." she trailed off, looking toward her voluptuous ass. "You said, 'very soon.' How soon is very soon?"
I was shocked and stammering and said the first thing that came out of my mouth, "I fucking love you..." which was a REALLY goddamn stupid thing to say, so I had to fix that shit with a, "you-rrrr enthusiasm."
Before I could shove my head any further up my asshole, I grabbed her and kissed her deeply; deep enough to make her melt in my arms and hopefully forget my faux pas. Me, on the other hand...I swear I was ready to cut my own nuts off and take them to a butcher to ground into tiny morsels of packaged meat to be fed to vicious dogs. Because it was the most idiotic thing I could've said...but something in the pit of my desolate heart told me it was right.
What...the...fuck?
I pulled back and looked into her eyes - another stupid move - and I felt myself falling. For real. And that shit just wasn't kosher. At all.
I was weak, and she was bringing me to my knees.
Two weeks. Two motherfucking insignificant weeks that had somehow become very, very significant.
Goddamnit.
~*~
We finally made it home, relatively unscathed, as far as the human eye could tell. On the inside however, I was a fucking mess. And more than ever, I needed to know more about her. I needed to know why she was there in that situation in the first place. I had convinced myself that her personal situation didn't matter when I first started all this. But Keesha was right; Jas was a good girl, even if she did act like a raging bitch at times.
I had excused myself to my study after dinner, where I did quite a bit of pacing and a whole lot of knee bouncing while I contemplated what to do. Sure, I could wait for my man, Jenks, to call me with his findings, but I'm an impatient motherfucker, so I picked up the phone and just made the goddamn call. Yeah, there was a whole hell of a lot of nail biting going on while I waited for him to answer the damn thing.
"Jenks," he answered on the third ring.
"It's Hemmings. Do you have anything for me yet?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to know the answer, but needing to all the same.
"Actually, I just got the last of everything I needed. I was going to call you first thing in the morning, because I didn't want to disturb you," he said. "So, what do you want to know?"...