Fighting Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 2) (9 page)

      Justin just laughed before reaching over and grabbing my hand.  He looked right in my eyes and said, “I really am glad you’re here.”

     I squeezed his hand and smiled at him.  “I wouldn’t be anywhere else right now.”

     The waiter came and we gave our orders:  sizzling steak fajitas for him, a smothered chicken burrito for me, and margaritas for the both of us.  I ordered another margarita after the meal, but Justin abstained saying he had to drive.  Our conversation was light and effortless as it usually was between us.  In the back of my mind the issue of his kisses lingered.  I wanted to talk about it, to put us on the same page, so to speak, but I also had feelings to sort out and wasn’t sure if I was ready to talk about it.  I decided to just proceed as if nothing had ever happened and enjoy my friend’s company the way I normally did.

     Justin did not seem at all changed by the fact that we’d gotten just that much more intimate.  He was his typical self, other than when he told me it was an honor to be out with me, so it made it easy to just be the way we always were together.  I felt my initial nervousness and discomfort dissolve in the face of our familiar bond.

     We decided to forego the movie in favor of going home and seeing if there was anything interesting On Demand.  We both had eaten far too much and truth be told, we just wanted to loosen our waistbands and veg out on my comfy couch.  Justin took us back to my house, this time being far less maniacal in his driving, to my gratitude.  We ended up ordering some action flick he assured me was ‘kick ass.’  I was feeling the effects of the margaritas I’d had and ended up falling asleep on the sofa halfway through the movie.  I woke to him turning off the television and laying the blanket I had thrown over the back of the sofa over me.  I was a little foggy as he looked down at me.  He gave me a soft smile then leaned over and placed the softest of kisses on my lips.  It was sweet, it was gentle, and I thought very nice.  He smoothed my hair back from my face and whispered, “Goodnight, Peaches.”  The next thing I knew, my front door had closed, and he was gone.  I was too tired to get up, change out of my clothes, and crawl into my bed.  I just snuggled deeper under the blanket and slept on the sofa until the sun woke me up the next morning.

    The Certificate Administrator at UCLA got hold of me in the late morning.  I was in luck, the summer session was about to begin, and there was still room for me to register.  I decided to go forward because if nothing else, this would give me something to do with my days.  At least for a little while.  If my luck held out, I’d be able to find work I found rewarding and worthwhile.  I was excited for the new opportunity and felt like I had some kind of direction in my professional life finally.

     The next night found me in my comfortable pajamas in front of the TV binge watching episodes of some zombie show.  I’d seen them all before the current season had ended, but I was oddly attracted to the show.  Somewhere around the end of season three, my mobile phone rang.  I looked at the screen to find an unknown number.  Normally I’d just let it go to voicemail, but I needed a break from my marathon.  As soon as I answered, I was greeted with a familiar and welcome voice.

     “Hey there, Mimi!  It’s Laurel!  How the hell are you?” She crowed into my ear.  Laurel O’Malley was my best friend who lived in New York.  We’d been friends since elementary school, and we were as close as sisters.  Eternally exuberant and upbeat, Laurel lived her life in exclamation points.  She had more energy than a jack rabbit with a cocaine habit.  I envied her a tenth of her enthusiasm for life.  I wouldn’t have needed as much caffeine to kick start my day every morning if I’d had some of it.

     “Hey sugarbuns, where are you calling from?  I don’t recognize the number.”  I said.

     “Oh, I’m on Pete’s brother’s phone.  He’s here for a brief visit and he, Pete, and I are out at some cop bar having buffalo wings and beer.  I stole his phone since I’m bored to tears.  I thought I’d see what my dear, sweet friend was up to.”

     “What’s wrong with your phone?” I asked.

     “Unfortunate incident involving me, the ladies’ restroom at work, and a selfie stick.”

     I closed my eyes.  Knowing Laurel as I did, this was not a story I wanted nor needed to hear.  “I can only imagine.  Please—no explanations.  It’s better that way.”

     “You got it, sister.  Hey, I was wondering if you had any plans yet for your birthday.”

     “No not yet.  Why do you ask?”

     “I’m dying to get out of town so I thought maybe I could come visit you?”

     Although if anyone ever asked, I’d totally deny it, but I squealed.  I hadn’t seen Laurel in over a year, and we were overdue for some major bonding.  She had been with Pete for almost five years now, and I was expecting to hear some kind of news about them either moving in together or (gasp!) getting married sometime soon.  So far she’d let me down on that point, but I still had hope.

     “That would be awesome, Laurel.  Please, please, please come!” I begged.

     “Then it’s a done deal.  I’ll make my reservations in the morning and email you all the details.  So, in the meantime, what’s up with you?” she asked.

     “Oh I might have a couple things going on…” I hedged.

     “Would any of these things involve some hot beefcake action?” she asked in her typical           sing-song voice.

     I laughed out loud.  “I hope you’re sitting down.”

     “Oh no!  You didn’t!” she shouted.  The line suddenly sounded muffled, but I heard her say in the distance, “So sorry!  I’m sure your hearing will go back to normal very soon.”  Then her voice was back over the line.  “Sorry, Mimi.  I just deafened someone.”

     “What do you mean by I ‘didn’t’?”

     “You’re going to tell me you finally did the dirty with that fine, bald hunk of biker, aren’t you?” she asked.

     “Justin?  No, no I didn’t sleep with Justin; however, I did sleep with someone else.”

     “Wait, I need to go outside before I shatter the ear drums of the poor man next to me.”  After a few seconds, I heard the door open and the bar sounds in the background fall away to the din of street noise.  “Okay, who is he?  Where did you meet him?  How was it?  You don’t necessarily need to answer in that order.”

     I laughed again.  “His name is James.  I met him on the trip I took last weekend, and it was surprisingly amazing for being the quick and dirty business it was.”

     “Quick?  This adjective is not usually partnered with amazing when speaking of sex.”

     “I know, right?  It was though.  This could perhaps be because I haven’t had any in more than three years, but honestly nothing was lacking.  He was sexy, he was strong, and he was definitely packing.”  I said.

     “It must have been good if he’s reduced you to Dr. Seuss level rhyming.”

     “That’s what cured me of the stutter I walked away with.” I giggled.

     “Woot!  Now this is what I want to hear.  So, was this a one-time deal or will there be more stuttering in your future?”

     “I originally thought it was a one-time thing, but he called yesterday and asked me on a date for this weekend.  I mean, I had given him my phone number but never really expected to hear from him.  He’s a military pilot.  He’s stationed two hundred miles away.  I’m sure he could find a stream of steady, ready women where he’s at with much less hassle.”

     “Well, obviously he wants another taste, don’t you think?” she suggested.

     “I can only assume so.  Either way, I like him. He’s fun besides being totally sexy.  I think we’ll have a good time, regardless.”

     “You can’t underestimate the value of a good time.  I think it’s exactly what you need, Mimi.  While you stopped being a hermit a long time ago, your life has been lacking in the fun department.  Now you can get out and live a little.  What are you guys doing this weekend?”

     “He hasn’t told me yet.  I’m supposed to hear from him tomorrow, I think.”

     “Well whatever it is, enjoy it, then give me all the details.” I could practically hear her wink through the phone.  “Listen I should get back inside with the guys and slip this phone back into Pete’s brother’s pocket before he misses it.  I’ll send you an email tomorrow with my flight information.  Take care, you wanton woman, you.”

     Around ten o’clock, my phone rang once more.  Looking at the screen, I smiled and answered with, “You realize it’s almost past my bedtime, don’t you, James?”

     “You’re in bed already?  The night is still young.  There’s no reason a gorgeous woman like you should be home in bed alone at this hour,” he remarked.

     “Who says I’m alone?”

     “If you’re not alone and you’re still answering your phone, then you might as well be alone.  If I were there, the last thing on your mind would be your phone,” he said with complete confidence.

     “You do make a good point, and yes, I am sadly alone.”

     “I’ll make up for it Friday night,” he promised.  “Which is why I’m calling.”

     We proceeded to make arrangements for our date.  He planned on driving down to L.A. once he’d finished work for the day and to pick me up at my house.  He wouldn’t tell me what he had in mind, only that it was a surprise.  He did instruct me to wear a red dress and black heels though.  I’d never had a guy make demands or suggestions on my wardrobe before.  For some unknown reason it turned me on.  I started mentally cataloging what clothes I had that might be appropriate.

     “I’ll see you at six o’clock Friday evening at your house,” he said.  “Be ready to have fun, Mimi.  I have plans for that body of yours.”

     We hung up shortly after that with a few more suggestive promises from James.  It gave me a thrill.  I decided this was exactly what I needed.  Something light and fun that I didn’t need nor want to analyze.  I was just going to go with the flow and enjoy his company, and if I were really lucky, lots of really great sex for as long as it lasted.

     I fell asleep dreaming of wild nights with a faceless man.  I’d try to get a glimpse of him, but each time I did, I’d get distracted by his glorious body or the sensations he wrung from me would force me to close my eyes and forget to care whom I was with.”

     All day Friday I was buzzing with anticipation for my date with James.  I assumed it was the promise of more great sex, but if I had been pressed to look deeper into it, I’d have had to admit, I was looking forward to spending time with him as well.

     When four o’clock rolled around, I was so anxious I decided to start getting ready and really put some ‘pow’ into my appearance.  I wanted to see this sexy man’s eyes pop out of his head when he saw me.  So after a nice leisurely shower where I attended to every inch of my skin making sure it was smooth and silky, I took my time expertly applying my make-up and styling my hair.  Though my hair was naturally curly, I decided to smooth it out with the hair dryer and then add long spiraling curls with the curling iron.  It came out looking very glamorous and sensual.  I hoped it would entice him to run his fingers through it.

      I went to my closet and looked at the two red dresses I owned.  One was a sexy, fringed dress with spaghetti straps.  I loved the dress, but I’d only ever worn it twice and it had special meaning for me.  I’d worn it when I went dancing with Vance early on in our relationship, and the night had been positively magical.  I couldn’t imagine wearing it for anyone else so I pushed it to the back of my closet and pulled out the other dress which showed far less skin but was equally sexy.  It had a longer hemline, was tight-fitting, and had a daring neckline that exposed a fair amount of cleavage.  I paired it with towering black stiletto sandals.  I usually tried to match my shoes to whatever I was wearing, but the man had demanded black.  The impish side of me tempted me to wear something entirely different just to see how he’d react, but the truth was, I wanted to comply with his orders.  It made me feel oddly feminine, and I realized that I wanted to please him.  Something else to look deeper into another time, if ever.  I was determined to simply let things come as they would without overthinking anything.

    I managed to use up the entire two hours getting ready.  Just as I was walking back out to my living room to wait, my doorbell rang.  I opened the door to the mouthwatering vision of James in a black tailored suit.  He was wearing a white dress shirt beneath, but the collar was open, exposing a tasty patch of tanned flesh at his throat.  I had the sudden urge to lick that hollow between his collar bones.  Rather than throwing myself at him, I stepped aside to let him in.

     He entered without a word, his heated eyes traveling all over me.  They skated slowly along my face, my arms, my chest, and downward to the tips of my shoes.  I shivered as it felt as tangible as if he had run his hands over every inch of me.  Instantly, my nipples pebbled and the hair on my arms raised up as my skin begged to be caressed.

     Once he was inside, I turned to him clearing my throat.  Before I could say anything, James whispered to me urgently, “You look fantastic, Mimi, like a femme fatale.  I have a sudden urge to mess you up completely.”

     I closed my eyes as my brain warred with my body.  On one hand, I wanted to go out and have a good time, but on the other, I was tempted to move in and beg for him to peel my clothes off me and take me any way he desired.  It must have shown in my eyes as his widened for an instant before he grabbed me by my waist.  He dragged me to his chest and proceeded to kiss me thoroughly, so completely and so well that my toes curled in my sandals and a wet heat began to dampen my core.  I didn’t know what he’d had in mind for our date, but it was clear to me that we were not about to leave the house after that kiss.  Not if I had anything to say about it, anyway.

     I pulled back and looked at him pointedly before unbuttoning his shirt.  He grinned sexily as his hands reached up and slowly dragged the zipper of my dress down.  We enjoyed slowly revealing each other, then parted to admire each other for a moment.  A split second later, we were diving onto each other like hungry animals, him completely naked; and me in nothing but my sandals.

     He took ahold of my face in both hands and devoured my mouth as my hands skated over every part of his chest.  When I got down to his waist, I gripped him firmly and pulled him forward as I backed into the living room and up to the sofa.  He pushed me down on it and then climbed on top of me.  He rained kisses all over my face before moving in to ravish my neck and chest.  He greedily consumed my flesh with those soft full lips as his hands moved down to my core and stroked me gently.  I spread my legs wide, opening up to him fully, a silent invitation for him to give me more, more, more. 

     He chuckled and whispered to me, “I’m suddenly ravenous for a taste of you.  You’d better grab on to the cushions, baby, because you’re going to be writhing under my mouth.  I am going to lick, nibble, and eat you up before I fuck your lights out.”

     I felt my pussy spasm with his promise and my hips buck up to grind against his groin.  He gave a low moan and proceeded to kiss and lick his way down my torso before settling his shoulders between my thighs.  He parted me with two fingers and paused for a moment.  “My God, Mimi, you are so beautiful.  I have been dreaming of taking a taste of this pussy.  I went to sleep that first night in Havasu with the scent of your body covering me.  I was rock hard and wanting you again all night long.  I just know you’re going to taste as sweet as you smell.” 

     With that, he lowered his head to my aching heat and proceeded to do exactly as he promised.  He had me squirming beneath his tongue in seconds, wild whimpers and whispers of “Please, please, please, don’t stop,” falling from my lips in a breathy whoosh.  I clutched at the cushions, my nails digging into the fabric.  He reached under me and grasped my buttocks, raising my hips up to meet his eager mouth.  He ravaged my pussy with his tongue, lips, and teeth leaving no part untouched.  When he breached my entrance with that talented tongue and slowly pumped it in and out, I nearly lost my mind.  I became an insatiable beast whose only thought was to devour him as completely as he did me.

     I slid out from beneath him and grabbed his hands.  He seemed to know exactly what I wanted as he sat up and gripped his steely shaft in his hand and angled it toward me.  I dropped down onto my knees and quickly took him into my mouth.  I licked, sucked, and bobbed over him as if he were my last meal.  I set up a furious pace on him, working that stiff, thick cock with my mouth and both hands.  I pumped him as I sucked hard on the head of his cock which caused his hips to move with the rhythm of my touch.  It only fueled my desire, and I resolved to suck on him until I emptied him into my hungry mouth.

     He leaned way back into the sofa for a moment before fisting his hands into my long, blonde hair.  He pulled and pushed on my head hard urging me to go faster and faster.  He had me locked to him as his hips thrust up of their own accord causing his cock to hit the back of my throat and me to gag ever so slightly.  When I did, he groaned loudly and pulled me off of him.  Setting me back, he laid back onto the cushions and guided me over his face.  I lay on top of him and immediately dived back onto his throbbing dick just as his tongue speared me all over again.

     We were twisting and thrashing against each other, our passion soaring out of control.  In one way, things were moving quickly but in another, we were in no hurry to move on from enjoying the scent and flavor of each other.  We licked, sucked, and fucked each other with our mouths endlessly.  I had lost any conscious awareness of time.  All I knew was I desperately needed to have all of him.  Finally, he moved me off of him and turned me around, then brought me back down to his chest.  I straddled his hips as he whispered to me, “Ride me, Mimi.  I want to feel what it’s like when you fuck me this time.  I want to feel those plump pussy lips of yours gripping my cock as you bounce up and down on me.  I want to watch your face and body as you use me.  Show me how you take what you want.”

     I groaned and immediately slid down over him.  I paused for a moment, savoring that initial feeling of him filling me.  I could feel the head of his cock pressed against my cervix, and I could swear I would come if I just sat there and concentrated on the feeling.  A surge of desire ripped through me, and suddenly I couldn’t imagine anything but working myself fast and furious on his cock.  As I ground my hips down against him making sure that swollen head brushed over my secret spot again and again, I dragged my fingernails hard down his chest, leaving little red lines all over it.  I arched my back and rode him wildly as if I were on a bronco that needed to be tamed.  He was no passive partner, either.  He gripped my flesh, kneading it hard.  He reached up and pinched each nipple in turn, causing a zip of pleasure mixed with pain to shoot through my chest in the most delicious way.  He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled me down to his mouth as he thrust his hips up into me, punching hard between my legs.  He had officially taken over and was now determined to fuck me until I was limp over him and begging for release, which is exactly what happened.  Rather than give into my pleas, he guided me off of him and bent me over the sofa.  He thrust into me and worked me tirelessly, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d have fingertip bruises on them.  Each time he rammed into me, I was thrown forward, but he just pulled me back onto his cock to repeat the cycle once more.

     It was carnal, so animal and brutal in its own way.  Shivers rippled down my body as I felt that tight coiling in my lower abdomen.  It was building and building, tighter and tighter.  When it finally let go, I was screaming James’ name and bucking wildly against him.  I couldn’t drive him deep enough, couldn’t move fast enough, I just wanted it to last and last.  I came harder than I could ever remember coming before.  The spasms wracking my body lasted minutes, I swear.  James slapped me on the ass as I was coming down, saying, “More.  Give me more, Mimi.  I want to feel you gushing on me again.  I want your pussy so wet when I’m ready to come that it drips down your thighs.”

     He slapped my behind again and again until I was hit with another round of convulsions.  I moaned over and over, spreading my thighs wider.  James suddenly pushed my head down to the cushions, raising my ass higher and gave it to me harder than I believed I could have taken.  I knew this was leading to a big explosion between us, and all I could do was hang on for dear life.

     Finally, he let loose with a shout, which hearing him come so loudly set off another wave through me, and I furiously bumped my hips back on him as he stilled.  I came with my own scream as he collapsed on my back.  We sat there for a few minutes just trying to catch our breath and piece our minds back together again.

     When I finally came to, I noticed it had grown very dark outside even though the sun had just started to set when he arrived.  I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already past 9 p.m.  We’d fucked non-stop for three hours.  I chuckled hoarsely to myself.  It didn’t look like we would make it out of the house.  My stomach picked that moment to grumble loudly.  James just laughed as he pulled out of me.

     “Sounds like someone worked up an appetite,” he said, as I flopped down to lay on the sofa.  He followed me down, laying on top of me and giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.  “Perhaps we should see about some food.  I intended to take you out for a nice dinner, but ended up devouring you instead.”

     “Since you followed through on your promise and have messed me up all to hell, maybe we should order some take-out?  I have a stack of menus in one of the drawers in my kitchen,” I replied, stroking my hands up and down his back.

     “Naked take-out?” he suggested.

     “Well, one of us needs to get at least semi-dressed to answer the door when it arrives, but that doesn’t mean we have to stay that way.”  I winked.

     “Woot!  Then take-out it is!” he exclaimed as he raised up off me to sit on the sofa.  I went to retrieve the menus from the kitchen.

     “There’s everything from pizza to Thai food here,” I mentioned, as I walked back into the living room.  “Take your pick.”

     We ultimately chose from the menu of a new Indian restaurant I had yet to try.  The menu had come in the mail, and I’d just tossed it in the drawer.  I chose Lamb Saag, which was a dish prepared with spinach and spices.  He picked Chicken Vindaloo, an extremely spicy dish served with potatoes and a tangy tasting sauce. 

     “Are you a fan of spicy foods?” I asked after he placed the order on his mobile phone.

     “I like my food like I like my women,” he teased, as he scooped me into his lap.  “Hot and spicy.”

     “My God, can you get any cheesier?” I teased back.

    “You are the biggest brat I have ever met.  It’s a good thing I don’t suffer from an inferiority complex.  If I did, your smart mouth would drive me straight into a deep depression.  Do you know what I do with brats like you?” he asked as he tweaked my nose.  Before I could reply, he tossed me over his lap and spanked me softly.

     “You call this a spanking?” I said, feeling even more obnoxious.  “Put some effort into it, man!”

     He raised his eyebrows at me, and said, “Oh, you want me to do this with some feeling?  Hold on, Kitten. I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

     The next thing I knew fire was shooting across my bare ass from the wallop he gave me.  It hurt like hell, but was replaced with a warm, delicious sensation when he caressed the sting, soothing the skin.  I wriggled against him in response.

     “Ah, now I see what I’m dealing with,” he remarked.  “You like a little bit of pain, don’t you?”  He punctuated his question with another resounding slap.