Carpe Diem - Jesse 3 (9 page)

She was moving rhythmically, frantically, like a wild woman. She wanted it badly and I was eager to provide. My fingers reached up further under her dress, this time right in between her legs, and I felt how wet her panties were. What little fabric was in the way was easily pushed aside and I slid my fingers into all that wetness, thrusting them in and out, feeling her tense up her muscles in response to my strokes. Just when her tongue was deep in my mouth, I felt her pull it away and she mumbled, “The dress,” with her lips still melded to mine.

“What?”

“The dress, we can't get the dress full of cum.” Her words were slurred between kisses. What was she talking about? My mind couldn't process even one logical thought right now. Screw the dress.

“Just let me fuck you, baby.” I was panting, breathless, reaching for her with my kisses, not wanting her to stop, as I could feel a slight resistance to my advances. Then in a moment of weakness her mouth devoured mine again in a hot juicy kiss as she gyrated grinding against my hand as much as possible. I loved the feel of her wet pussy all over my hand, and the hard nub of her clit hitting my skin.

“Wait.” she released my mouth from hers and with heavy breaths said, “I want to suck your cock. Let me suck you.”

“But, but...”
Oh, shit
. Gurgling noises erupted from my throat again, as she un-straddled her legs and slid down to her knees in front of me. Her hands followed down my body, over my crisp white dress shirt and she began to unbuckle my leather dress belt. Her hands worked quickly and she expertly ripped open my pants. The ache of my hard cock had sent searing pains into my groin area. At last, it sprang free and found the decadent warmth of her wet lips, as she gripped me at the base of my rigid shaft and slid it into her mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head and I slumped down farther into the limo seat, as orgasmic waves of pleasure pounded through my body. Instinctively, I reached for Niki's head and guided her as she sucked me harder. I wanted to drive my cock into her throat with heaving thrusts, but I didn't want to hurt her, so I gently moved into a position that allowed her to take me deeper into her mouth.

“That's it, baby, take as much as you can.”

She responded with more pressure on my shaft and using the hand that was gripping the base, she guided it down into her mouth, pushing on the down stroke and sucking with a vacuum on the up stroke. Faster and harder, every time.

Oh God, this was heaven.

Having my cock in her mouth sent fire through my veins. I wanted to fuck her mouth, over and over again, then her pussy, and then her ass. I wanted to fuck every opening of her body and claim it as mine. I was getting drunk on the thought of having all of her, she was so hypnotic, pumping and sucking me. This beautiful creature was mine. A perfect lady on the street, dressed to the nines for an elegant evening out, and a freak in the bedroom.

Oh yeah.
She sent me to heaven every time we fucked and I couldn’t get enough of her.

I wanted to scream with ecstasy, but I had enough awareness to realize that I was still in the back seat of a limo and it wouldn't be long before the driver would stop at our destination. I gritted my teeth. My balls were filled to maximum capacity, loaded with ejaculate, aching for release. An image of Niki, smiling at me, naked, holding her large swelling breasts, one in each hand, nipples hard and erect, filled my head and the muscles in my legs tensed in preparation. I was on the tip of the explosion, jittery and trembling like a crack addict, craving the release. I caught the scent of Niki’s blowjob in the back of this limo and it smelled like sex. I couldn't hold back. It all swirled together, the sucking sound she made on my cock, the light scent of her perfume mixed with the sex smell and the images behind my closed eyes of Niki, naked and beautiful, fondling herself. It all crashed into one magnificent implosion inside of my body and I had to clench my teeth harder to keep from screaming out, “fu-u-u-ck,” when I shot my load into her mouth. But she didn't open her mouth. She pressed her lips firmly around the girth of my shaft and sucking in her cheeks, she sucked my cum. She slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth until only the tip was left, covered by her lips. She swallowed and, at the same time, pulled the rest of it out and finished me off with a kiss to the bulging head. If there had been enough light, I'm sure the head of my cock would have looked purple and raw, but I felt like I just landed from a trip to the center of the sun and back.

“Did you swallow it?” I asked and leaned forward to take her arms and help her up from her knees.

She nodded and said, “I had to keep it from getting on the dress,” then giggled.

I pulled her up onto the seat next to me. I relaxed back into my seat and slung my arm over her shoulder to pull her in close. She pointed to my crotch and said, “Um, you had better put that thing away or someone might put an eye out with it.”

I was still rock hard.

“Oh, yeah.” I stuffed my junk back into my boxer briefs and fastened my pants. “What about you? I could take care of you.”

“You can pay me back when we get home.”

I buckled my belt and, just as I was putting the metal prong through the hole, I could feel the limo slowing to a stop.

“This ride took less time than I thought.” I tucked my white shirt into my waistband and pushed a hand though my hair. “You might have to get out first and stand in front of me.” She gave me a puzzled look. “The little general is still at attention.”

She laughed at my silly humor and interrogated me. “You still haven't told me where we are going.”

The limo had stopped completely and we waited for the driver to open the door. I gave Niki a gentle nudge, urging her to go first. Not because of my endless hard-on, but because we had arrived at my surprise. She stepped out of the limo and exclaimed, “Jesse, you're unbelievable, its La Scala, the Italian opera. You brought me to the opera?”

I bobbed my head with a dumb, shit-eating grin. The look of awe on her face filled my heart; she was happy. She was pleased with my choice and a little shocked that a guy like me could come up with this kind of treat for her. I had pushed myself, stepped outside of my comfort zone for her, and she looked so beautiful and sexy in that gown. Niki was the sun and the moon and the stars to me, she was my everything. As the limo driver shut the door behind us, I never would have thought that I would walk into an opera and think, “Wow, I'm excited to see how this night is going to end.”

Niki

I
opened my eyes to the bright sun of Milan. I still couldn't believe I was in Italy. This morning I woke up with Jesse snuggled up against me in bed. I rolled over and shut off his alarm.

“Hey, sleepy head, time to get up.”

He moaned and reached for me, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me into his taught body. Our shapes melded together perfectly under the light bed sheet; he nestled his nose into the back of my head and, in a voice muffled by my hair, said, “I don't want to get up.”

I wiggled my butt up against him and said with a smile, “Five more minutes, then you have to get up. I'll order our breakfast from room service.”

He pushed my long hair aside from the back of my neck and started nibbling at my skin gently and playfully raking his teeth over it. “How about I just eat you for breakfast?”

It tickled and I hunched up my shoulders with a giggle. “I'm not on your diet. You are in training, remember, can’t have too many sweets.”

“Ha, you're funny. You should've been named Candy. You are my candy girl. That's what I'm going to call you, from now on.” He snickered.

“Really? A stripper name?”

He laughed. “My stripper girl. You can strip for me tonight, when I get back from training. I’ll have a hard-on all day just thinking about it.”

“I can just picture it. You out there on your bike, riding with a hard-on. Ouch. That's gotta hurt.”

He locked me into his strong arms and playfully wrestled me back and forth on the bed.

Melodramatically, he yelled out, “Oh Candy, oh Candy, baby, I got a big hard on for you, baby.” He thrust his hips into me, pretending to hump me, while I laughed at his juvenile humor.

“Stop, stop,” I squealed. “We’d better get up, or you'll be late.” I wrestled myself free of his grip and rolled away from him. I misjudged how little bed I had on my side and practically rolled onto the floor, still laughing, in an effort to escape the dreaded tickle torture that he had in store for me. He reached out to grab me, but only caught air as I dashed for my robe and the phone to order our breakfast.

“Don't think you've escaped me yet... Candy. I'll taste you tonight.”

I waved him away as I dialed the front desk extension. “Go take a shower, hot stuff. Breakfast will be here when you get out.”

He stood up completely naked, his magnificent body bulging with muscles. His physical workouts with the trainers really showed in the sleek definition of his muscles. His pecs were perfect, his biceps bulged and his stomach muscles were tight as a drum. There wasn’t one inch of excess body fat on him and I loved the view, every inch of it; I wondered how I got so lucky, to have the one guy all the girls wanted. He shoved his hand through his hair and headed to the shower. As he passed by me, waiting on the phone for room service to pick up, he snagged the edge of my robe and pulled it open. In a low voice he said, “Want to join me in the shower?”

I smashed my hand over the mouthpiece of the phone to cover it. I had to stop talking mid-sentence to keep from giggling into the receiver. “Shhhh! He can hear you.” Jesse traced one of his fingers up my inner thigh and stopped right at my hot spot. He gave a little flick of his finger, leaned over, kissed me on the lips and said, “I'll kiss it a thousand times, sugar-pie,” and walked off to the shower. I quivered with excitement and called after him as he walked away, “I’ll be right there.” I removed my hand from the receiver to finish my order.

After that titillating invitation, I could barely contain myself and I practically hung up on the room service guy in an effort to rush into the shower before Jesse was finished.

My robe fell to the floor outside the glass of the steamy shower. As soon as he saw me standing there, in the nude, a delicious grin spread across his face and he reached a hand out of the stream of water to pull me in. His wet skin felt good against mine as he slipped his arms around my waist and pressed me to his chest, water cascading down on both of us. The warmth of the water paralleled the warmth of Jesse’s embrace. His chin rested on my head as I laid my cheek against his muscular chest and we stood together, our bodies molded as one, locked in a moment in time that was meant for only the two of us. I closed my eyes and my mind filtered out all the sharp noises of the environment, there was only the blissful rush of the water and the song in my heart. I never wanted to leave this space, this place, here in Jesse’s arms.

He slid his hands up my back, all the way up into my wet hair, stopping to cup my face. He lifted my face and I could feel a light warm mist of water shooting across my skin. My eyes fluttered against it, then closed, as he lowered his lips to mine and claimed my mouth with a deep and passionate kiss. His raw, sexy presence hit me with a force that rocked the floor beneath my feet. He pulled back and grazed his mouth against my lower lip, catching it between his teeth. He sucked on it slowly and I tasted the warm water of the shower as he pulled some of the moisture into his mouth, along with my lip. He breathed out heavily, a sound of satisfaction, then tightened his grip on me and I felt the hardness of his cock as it rose up between our bodies.

I parted my lips and only a slight breath escaped as I felt my knees weaken in response to his hand moving away from my face. I knew where it was going. A flood of tingles ran the length of my body as I anticipated where I would feel his touch next. I wasn’t disappointed. Holding me now, around my waist with one arm, Jesse levered his body so his roaming hand could easily access my hot spot. If I thought my knees would fail me before, I was sure I should need him to hold me now, as I nearly buckled when his fingers slipped between my folds. Every one of my senses was filled with stimulation. From the pelting of the water, to the warm steam, and of course Jesse’s touch circling my now hard nub, sensation sent shock waves through my body.

I felt his tongue hungrily searching my mouth, until it found its reward and met mine. I sucked his too and moaned as I took it into my mouth, wanting to fill every part of me with him. His fingers pushed up inside me and I moaned again, spreading my legs and offering him my pussy. He stroked me with his fingers, raking my G-spot, and my body ached to feel his shaft push inside of me. He stopped his strokes and reached for a breast like he had to sample all of me, give me pleasure in every possible erogenous zone, then he pushed a taught nipple into his mouth.

His voice was low and husky when he asked, “Are you mine, Niki? Say you are mine.”

I couldn’t comprehend. My mind was filled with a swirl of erotic pleasures, foggy and unfocused for the moment. I had to give it a minute for logical thoughts to surface and form. But it was more of a statement than a question and, before I could form the words to speak, he lifted me and commanded, “Put your legs around my waist.”

In one smooth move, he hoisted me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and he cupped my butt cheeks in each hand, spreading me open wider and lowered me onto his rock hard shaft. He moved us to the side where I felt the cool stone of the shower wall on my back as my weight settled down on him and he groaned with a heavy breath. My nails dug into his shoulders as he moved me up and down. I tipped my hips as far forward as possible, so my clit would rub up against him. I was in awe at the massive muscles in his arms, which held me up so effortlessly, as he pumped me with his cock. I could feel the hardness of his biceps as I held on, writhing in pleasure under the pelting water. Jesse was meant for me. He was fierce when we made love and that’s the way I liked it. I adored his hard, edgy personality. It excited me in a way no one else had ever excited me. His passion for everything he did—sex, his job, everything—was inspirational to me. Jesse helped me be the person I wanted to be, to open up and let loose, to put everything you’ve got into even the smallest thing that you do.