With or Without You (John Taylor)

SIX

Vada turned to her side profile in the mirror, admiring her figure woven into the long-sleeved, black crop top that clung just underneath her breasts. Celeste had the coolest clothes compared to Vada. She flattened the leopard mini skirt, wishing for a bigger bottom. She couldn't complain, but she knew she'd be more appealing to men. At least that's what Corey would tell her. "You think he'll like this?" Vada turned to her friend, who sipped a glass of wine while studying from afar. "Babe, you could wear a trash bag over your body and you'd STILL be hot!"
Vada blushed, she'd battled to feel attractive to someone. Her father regularly took every excuse to remind her that she was beautiful, making him the sole man she ever genuinely loved. She would dance in her ballet shoes, twirling across the living room wood floor. "You are magnificent, Vada Jane!" Was his favorite compliment. He'd lift her across the room, waltzing to hidden music. Life wasn't the same after he disappeared, and it never would be. Time stood still. She missed her dad every day he was gone. As a grown woman of the age of 19, a shred of hope remained of his return.
"Oh, please." Vada giggled, swatting her friend on the upper arm. "I'm just so nervous!" She sat on the bed, letting Celeste finish her hair and makeup. She ran the comb threw Vada's teased bang, coming down at eye level to check the evenness of her makeup. "You have nothing to be nervous about, Vada. I promise." Celeste flashed a bright smile, relieving her friend. "I think you're as ready as you'll ever be, babe." She squeezed Vada's shoulders, gently pulling her to her feet. Before her body could respond, Vada's arms clutched her body tight. "Thank you for everything."
"Yeah yeah, it's not a problem. You deserve to be happy," Celeste took Vada's face in her palms. "Now go get your man, Vada."
Vada tapped her foot to the overhead music, the bus being rather empty for a Tuesday night. The bus groveled over each bump that met its tires, forming a loud grumble beneath her. The ride back to her place of employment always seemed quicker when she was headed to work. The universe was giving her a chance to stew on outcomes of the night.
"Thank you," She smiled to the bus tenant as she stepped off the pedestals to the never-ending trip. Vada looked up to the marquee letters that read CORTEZ it was now or never.
"Hi, Grace." She waved, pulling her skirt down to a more suitable length as her coworker gave her a discouraging look. "Could you tell me what room Mr. John Taylor is in?" Vada looked over the reception desk for the guest book as Grace looked back in disbelief. "You know I'm not supposed to do that, Vad." She looked around anxiously for a supervisor to enter. "You can't tell anyone, Vada. Okay?" She nervously dug through the book, searching for the information. "409." Vada slapped an excited hand against the cold desk and carried on her tour.
Her hand froze on the door knocker. What if she was too late? What if he wasn't there? What if he was there with someone else? She'd came all this way, Vada deserved to know. Her hand slammed against the knocker harder than expected. "Open up, Taylor!" She yelled. Her knees quivered, fear set in. Lack of response caused her to lose faith. And then in an instance. John jerked the door open, sleep still in his eyes. "Vada?"
"Let me in."
"Is that any way to speak to a star?" He winked, making room for the petite woman. His sleepy voice drove her body to pulsate. "You look-"
"What?" Vada interrupted, preventing an insult from coming her way. She couldn't handle rejection from someone of his dignity. The deadbolts on her heart locked, preventing damage to her quarters.
"Stunning."
Vada sighed, ease coming over herself. John inhaled her perfume as she made her way through the threshold. "This place is looking a little cleaner than the last time I was here." Vada looked around for any signs of another woman, all seeming to be well. John chuckled, sitting in a rigid chair. He slouched back, spreading his legs apart for comfort. "What's the get up for, Love?" He asked, adjusting his briefs. Vada couldn't keep her eyes off of it, the shape conforming around his briefs. "It was actually for you."
Vada pulled her arm out of the sleeve and lifted the top over her head, revealing a lace bra covering succulent skin. "Do you wanna touch me?" She whispered. To flirt genuinely with someone that she wasn't being paid by was not in her forte. Reg, the owner of the hotel, prided himself on his "best girls." As if this were the playboy mansion, he paraded his best girls to only the biggest Hollywood names. They were tipped good, but at what cost? Her clients in the past usually called the shots, but John was no client. John nodded, mouth cracking open as she stepped closer. He couldn't get a word out as his hands slithered up her stomach to her breast line. Vada quivered, mounting his lap. Her skin puckered at his touch, goosebumps coming to the surface. John lifted her skirt, so it rested at her hips and giving him better access to her. He reached underneath to slide his fingers into her panties, revealing naked skin. John gave an insidious grin as he ran a finger over her opening. He outlined circles around her clit, inducing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. John picked up speed and slowed on cue as he felt her nearing the finish line.
"You think I'm gonna let you get off this quick, dearest? I've been waiting for this for too long."
Nails dug into his shoulders, as her climax sunk back into her soul. "You're a little shit, you know that?" Vada snickered, inching her nose against his. He used both of his hands to thrust her bare skin against him, hands digging into her bottom, absorbing her wetness. "Fuck, Vada. Can you feel how hard I am for you?" He whimpered, jabbing his hips into her.
"Mhhm. John, I need it." Vada pulled him forward, chests meeting as she ran her hands through his long locks. John lifted her, bracing both hands underneath her bottom before laying her on the bed. She tugged his briefs down as he adjusted himself between her legs, revealing his length. It was definitely above average and still intact, which was something Vada had yet to get used to. John, propped on his knees, ran a hand down his member, pulling at it forcing it to grow larger.
"Are you going to be good for me?"
Vada nodded, arching her back, scooting down the bed towards him. "Just give it to me please, John." His touch made her skin melt. A hand glided up from her ankle to her thigh before a few fingers made a shocking jab inside her. Her back nearly snapped, the charge was electric. But watching him pull his fingers out and suck on them was a different kind of high. A move he had secretly learned to use from Simon. "So sweet." He smirked.
He lifted her legs propping them on his shoulders, preparing her for his arrival. John used a hand to slide his pink member against her before slowly entering. "Sh-" John dropped his jaw, unable to get a full sentence out. "Hell, you're so wet, Vada." He moaned in a grave tone.
John nuzzled his face in her neck, sucking on her sweet spots. He prodded in and out slowly, giving him enough time to ride his high and not fall short. She made it so hard, with her vanilla-scented skin and silky smooth voice in his ear. His moans were deep in the back of his throat, making Vada's experience all the richer. "I'm close I'm-" John stuttered.
"Wait, John." He pulled himself out, giving Vada a confused look. She lowered her legs, that were beginning to cramp, and pushed him to her position. He smiled, resting on his back. Vada ran hands up and down his body, admiring, his too, petite frame. She sat on his lap, guiding his length back inside her. The sound that came from her body was anything but silent, the neighbors would have known to call by now. The hotel would never shut down a 'visit'. The clients paid good money to stay here and indulge with the women behind closed doors.
She propped herself on her feet, slowly rising and falling, putting john on the peak of breaking. He lifted his head from the bed, watching his length disappear inside her. With her hips, she traced O's, a trick she'd learned from Celeste. It drove Billy Idol wild, according to her. John's body tensed, his hands digging into Vada's thighs as he threw his head back in heaven. "Bloody hell, Vada. Please-" He sweat out as he blew a gust of air from his mouth. His legs seized underneath him, circling the end.
Vada giggled at his slang, trying to keep herself together as he relieved himself. She fell beside him, hair a tattered mess. "I don't know how you did that."
He turned his head to hers, with a crooked smile that just barely reflected his bright teeth. "Oldest trick in the book, Taylor." She rolled to her stomach, giving him a thick, sweaty kiss. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to stabilize his heart rate. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna go shower." Vada giggled, wrapping a sheet around her waist. "Can I borrow this?" She picked an olive green t-shirt up from the carpeted floor. "Take whatever, love." John placed a hand behind his head, watching her waddle to the bathroom.
Her legs felt weak. It wasn't just sex, John played her body like a bass. Corey could never compete with the sensation of John inside her. Vada could still feel his hair between her fingers, or the way his body fit perfectly between her frame. It was a feeling she didn't wanna lose.
Vada turned the shower nozzle to the left, warm water coming down on her back. The shampoo left her hair brittle and dry. Reality was starting to set in on their affair. There was no way they could keep a relationship with such distance between them. This wasn't something she wanted to stress about tonight, she would save it for the morning.