Jaded Hearts (15 page)

"So is it a secret recipe or can you share
it?"

He sipped his wine and smiled.

"I guess the secret is that my father is
half Italian so I spent a few summers with my grandmother and she
was an excellent cook. I was a witness to many a family drama
because my mother didn't always use all authentic ingredients. I
just knew that I loved how my grand's cooking tasted and eventually
I began to cook the meals when she came to visit."

I can relate to that.

"Oh OK, I know all too well the difference
between using real, as my granny put it, ingredients. I cooked
meals for the family since I was thirteen."

He refilled our glasses. "Then, you have to
cook for me one of these days. I'd love to taste your island
recipes."

I nodded in acceptance. "No problem. I'd
love to cook for you."

He grinned and rose to clear the table and I
helped him as he loaded his dishwasher.

*

My pasta and wine fix had a firm hold on me
and I lounged languidly on his couch listening to John Mayer. My
John was pouring himself another glass of wine

"OK, so your dad is part Italian, what was
the other part? What about your mom?" I asked.

He came and lifted my legs so that he could
sit on the couch and laid my legs down across his lap. By now he
had removed his black tie and undone the top two buttons on his
shirt.

"Well, my grandfather was from Boston and
his family was from England, but like way back in the Tea Party
days. My mom is good ole apple pie from Virginia."

I closed my eyes swaying my head to the
music as he talked. I loved listening to his voice. "So are your
parents here in NY?"

I felt him lean forward as he placed his
glass on the table.

"Yep they live out on the island. You can
meet them at their upcoming anniversary dinner. That is if you
come."

I sat up and scooted over to him sitting on
his lap using the arm of the couch to rest my back. "If I am
invited then I will go."

He smiled as I stroked his cheek with my
fingers. We sat in silence for a while as Slow Dancing in a Burning
Room played on. There was something about him that made me want to
get in his skin when we were close like this. It was like half of
me was happy to sit here as he held me in his lap but the other
half wanted to rip his clothes off.  He grabbed the hand that
was stroking his face and kissed each finger but then began to
slowly suck each one.

Uh oh.

I leaned towards him and cupped his face
with my other hand and moved my fingers away and replaced them with
my mouth. Even though I was full of pasta, I was still hungry for
him and he tasted so good. He held me by my head as he began a
tantalizing seduction of my tongue. I enjoyed as he caressed my
tongue and lips with his. I straddled his lap and unbuttoned the
rest of his shirt and stroked his chest.

"Someone's being naughty,” I whispered into
his ear. He nipped at my bottom lip and grabbed onto my waist while
rubbing and massaging my hips and thighs.

"Yeah, I was a bad boy today." His
expression was of a defiant little boy. I scowled in mock
anger.

"You were? Now you know bad boys get
punished." I could feel his body shudder underneath me as his
anticipation increased.

Zero to sixty!

"I know and I was very very bad. I had dirty
thoughts about you all day,” he admitted. I was getting way too
turned on.

"Well, now you know you're really in
trouble. Dirty thoughts? How should I punish you?" He groaned as I
licked and nibbled at his neck and made my way to a little pointed
nipple that I bit ever so lightly.

"Yes, bad boys-"

I lightly slapped his mouth before he could
finish.

"Shush! I don't want to hear a peep out of
you." I hissed my disapproval and his eyes blazed with desire.

"Now you have to beg for it."

I wasn't sure what punishment he was looking
for, and while it may be fun, I wasn't ready to start spanking him
or tying him up at this time. He nodded in acceptance of his
assigned punishment.

"Please let me taste you."

His body writhed against mine and I could
feel his rock hard erection against the back of my thigh.

"Please let you taste me where?" I grabbed
his face lightly as I demanded an answer.

"Please let me taste your sweet pussy."

Should I be afraid that I am getting into
this?

"So, you want to taste my pussy? I don't
think you've done enough begging. Unzip your pants." He instantly
obeyed my order.

"Now I want you to stroke yourself until I
say you can stop."  

I stood up so that I could watch him follow
my instructions. I took off my dress and sat on the chair opposite
the couch in my G-string with one leg open and bent at the knee so
that he had a view of me fondling myself. I watched him as he
slowly tugged and pulled his erection. He was fucking gorgeous. It
was hard to keep myself from ending this now and jumping him, but
he was just so turned on and seeing him so turned on...well turned
me on even more. His eyes were fixed on me as he waited for his
next command.

"Do you still want to taste me John?" I
asked.

John continued to stroke himself and licked
his lips at me.

"Yes, please Jade. Please let me taste you.
I want to so bad."

I motioned for him to come to me.

"Crawl."

Who am I?

I watched in anticipation as he slid off of
the couch a slowly crawled towards me. Once he was between my legs
I let him watch me play with myself a little more. I swear his
mouth was watering.

"May I please taste you?"

I shook my head yes and opened my legs wide
for him to enjoy. Oral sex had never been that big of a deal to me
but John was rapidly changing my mind. I watched as he eagerly
licked and sucked my engorged pussy.

"Mmmmm."

My shallow breaths were coming closer
together as he moaned his pleasure into me.

"Now stop!"

I surprised us both with that sudden
interruption. "You've tasted enough." He reluctantly stopped his
dining.

"Please may I have more?"

The begging was awesome.

I pushed him away with my foot and turned my
back to him leaning my torso over the chair.

"I want you to take me like this. Now!"

I heard the rip of foil and then he was
behind me tugging away my G-string and entering me slowly. A long
moan escaped me as I finally felt his thickness pushing into me at
a steady pace.

"That's right. I want you to show me how bad
you were today. Tell me how dirty your thoughts were,” I
encouraged.

John's hands dug into my hips as he began to
thrust into me then he wound my hair around his fist and pulled my
head back his teeth grazing my ear gently.

"This is what I was thinking today,” he
whispered.

I shuddered at his aggressiveness as my
climax began to rev.

"Oh yeah? You fucking bad boy. What else did
you think? Tell me!" I gasped in agony as he found my spot and
steadily assaulted it.

"I was thinking, I wanted fuck you so hard
that your pussy would rain its juices all over me." My walls
clenched around him as my body began to tremble.

"Ah, fuck! That's right. Tell. Me. Ah!" I
cried.

Our bodies were drenched in sweat despite
the cold of his a/c. My body was slowly positioned so that I was
facing downwards and the hand that wasn't pulling my hair reached
under to massage my clit.

"I thought about fucking you just like this
because your pussy was so wet last night and I wanted more of it.
Give me that baby." His voice was a low raw growl that sent chills
down my spine. So much for me dominating.

The combination of his words, size, pace and
circular grinds on my spot drove me insane. I involuntarily
squeezed him tighter and tighter and knew I was about to come hard.
I cried, moaned, begged and cursed him as I rolled my hips into
him. His thrusts were hard and purposeful driving the intense burn
that ripped through me.  Then it happened. My eyes rolled into
my head I let out a wild cry as I came both ways simultaneously,
and then felt the warm ooze of liquid flowing out of me.

My moans turned to tortured sobs as my
orgasm racked my body. John let go of my hair and wrapped both arms
around me, as he drilled into me holding on tightly.

"Uh ... shit baby! Uh ... shit! You did it.
Fucking tight ass pussy. Bout to come,” he panted.

He jerked and slowly pushed into me as far
as he could go, rubbing his tip deep inside me and came so hard he
growled like a wild animal.

Totally Amazing!

I couldn't breathe and my body heaved as I
fought for air as another big 'o' ripped through me.

Game over.

Some part of my subconscious retained that,
after lying on the floor for however long, John lifted me and
carried me to bed. I awakened to find him lying on his side,
snuggled tightly into my bosom. It was 3:00 am. I leaned up on one
elbow running my hand through his hair as I studied his face so
peaceful with sleep. He sighed and pressed closer to me in
satisfaction.

Initially I thought I had to pee and hated
to wake him so that I could roll out of bed, but eventually I came
to understand I was aroused. The core of my body was being flooded
with an aching need to be filled. Selfishly I ran my fingers over
his lush pink lips as I rubbed my body against him.

His eyes fluttered open in slight confusion,
then in recognition to the desire in my eyes. Placed in perfect
proximity he moved his head forward and began to suckle my nipple,
and I wondered if he had fallen asleep this way. I let out a soft
moan as I wrapped my legs around his urging him towards me.
Following my lead he rolled over on top of me, pulling me into a
soft slow kiss and moments later he was inside me again, filling me
with pleasure.

That next morning we both managed to wake
before his alarm went off. He skipped his early morning workout in
favor of some more cuddling and then came with me to get a
breakfast smoothie. I sometimes substituted my frozen coffees with
these instead. We walked the five or so blocks down to Emerge
before he jumped into a cab to take him to his office down in
Midtown.

Things were so natural and easy with John
that it didn't seem strange spending so much time with him, or
talking as often as we did. And we did almost everything together.
Evan and I hardly did anything together outside of socializing. I
started working out with him in the mornings before work, if we
weren't too tired from our night before. Weeknights were spent at
his place and weekends at mine. His parents noted, at their
anniversary dinner, that they couldn't remember the last time he
seemed so relaxed and happy. That, of course, made me a star in
their eyes.

I teased him about whether he was this
familiar with all his clients and as quick as ever he joked about
never doing so much pro bono in his career. Even though I had
retained him as my lawyer early on, the invoices that I received
from him did not nearly reflect the amount of work he really did
for me. He had helped me navigate all my contracts and set up plans
to sit with any client whose contract may have been set in my favor
as an agent. He did admit that it might have been that at the time
the client was retained they agreed for whatever reason to the
exaggerated commission, but that it was in my best interest to
present these contracts for renegotiation in good faith.

I also had to call a meeting with the CFO of
Emerge to inform him of my findings, and make sure that this was in
line with the company's policy. Dan, who was an older Asian
gentleman in his late 50's, was very wary of me when I first came
to work here, but was very impressed with my due diligence and even
asked to see my template for possible company wide use.  He
acknowledged that it took integrity on my part to review my
contracts and honestly report and correct any possible errors and
that he knew of a few agents who were too glad to turn a blind eye
to such mistakes. I reassured him that I was grateful for my
opportunity, and didn't want it ruined because of ignorance on my
part.

It was a huge relief to be done with that
project and be able to move forward with my projects for my
clients. I had a few possible chances at international travel for
the few clients that I had in South America and Europe such as
Hector Delgado, who seemed to be learning enough English to bypass
John as a translator. John found this hilarious and we both agreed
Hector was a shrewd businessman that didn't want to waste $225.00
an hour just to flirt with me.

The only shadows to hinder my happiness were
the frequent nightmares of Julian. It wasn't every night, but often
enough to freak me out. Sometimes I even woke John in my fright,
and he would hold me until I drifted back to sleep.

This weekend was Vivian's birthday and since
she was finally back in town we were having a BBQ at her house to
celebrate. Donna was assisting Jackie and me with the catering,
decorating and plans. My favorite band, The Anglers, was not
available but the lead singer Tad's brother Eric was an up and
coming DJ. He was more than thrilled to take the job. All I had to
do was email him a list of the music I wanted played and for how
long.

I was especially looking forward to Andrew
who finally decided to visit me before the summer was over. He was
flying in tomorrow night and I took Friday off so we could have a
day to hang before the party, and he would be with me until the
next weekend. Today Donna and I were going to tie up any loose ends
over lunch. I beat her to the office again after spending another
night at John's. It was almost as if it were a given that we would
spend each night together. I took out my phone to text him a
wake-up call since I had left him in bed after another mind-blowing
session that I was barely able to pull it together from.