13. Chapter 13
Jinny
N ormally, when I can’t sleep, I call my mom or Bowie.
But for some reason, I need to know what happened on that date tonight.
It’s none of my business, and Led has every right to tell me so, but something in my bones is telling me that sleep hasn’t got a prayer until I find out.
I figure I’ve got a fifty-fifty chance, calling him at this hour.
He’s either asleep alone…or not. Or maybe he’s still at it?
I don’t know. But there’s only one way to find out.
When I finally get up the courage to go get my phone, I see his number, and I notice that he’s unsent a message just a few minutes ago.
...so, I send him one. ‘Did you just unsend a message to me?’
Seconds later, my phone rings. “Yeah, I unsent a message.” He opens with.
“Well...what was it?”
“Hey.”
“Hey?" I pause. "And you unsent it?”
“I figured it was too late and I was nuts for sending you a message and waking you up.”
“Well, I’m up. And I see that you are, too.”
“Yep. It happens a lot.”
I want to ask him to come over, but I know that that’s ridiculous.
It’s two o’clock in the morning and we’re both going to be basket cases tomorrow if we don’t get some sleep.
Nonetheless, the words escape my mouth before I can stop them.
“So, how was your date? I’m assuming not that great, since I’ll wager that you’re alone, because unless you’re in your bathroom or something, which would be even weirder, you must be alone. ”
He chuckles. “Good...lord. And I thought my head was all over the place.”
“Is it really that obvious?”
Another chuckle. “Are you alone?”
“No. I’m at the Playboy mansion.”
“Sit tight. I’m coming over.”
He hangs up before I can ask why, before I can wipe the smile off my face, and before I can stop the huge smile that starts.
I don’t even realize how long I’ve been smiling or how much, until I catch myself in the mirror, fixing my hair, making sure I don’t look like a train wreck.
“Fuck. Why am I so happy? I shouldn’t be.
What happens if he’s coming over to tell me that whatever little.
..thing...we’ve got going on is now over?
Because he’s really got a thing for this Reya girl?
Why am I talking to myself?” I chuckle, shaking my head, looking down into the sink.
I’m sitting on the couch, reading my favorite boring book, when I hear the security buzzer, letting me know that he’s here, and my stomach does another flip. “I’m really losing it.” I say to myself, before rising to meet him at the door.
“Hey. I figure if neither of us are sleeping, then misery loves company.”
I smile at him. “That’s one way of looking at it.”
He’s still in I’m assuming whatever he wore for the date. He looks so good I could drop to my knees right now. He smells so good, too. “Man, you really pulled out all the stops.”
As he removes his shoes, he looks down at himself. “Well, I do sort of work with her, you know.”
The kitchen light is off, so I turn it on, and he follows me inside as I put the kettle on for tea. “How did it go?”
“Better than I thought, actually.”
“What, you like her now?”
He lifts a hand. “It’s not like that. She was coerced into it. Tricked, to put it bluntly.”
A ‘v’ forms between my brows. “Really. How so?”
“Evidently that Freddie chick and Axl are a pair. But even he isn’t aware of what was going on in the background tonight.”
“I’m all ears.” I tell him, pouring the water into the mugs.
“Reya didn’t know that Freddie threatened me to go out tonight. She’s not a fan of Freddie’s and evidently, she and I have in common the express need to impress.”
I lift a brow, feeling a twinge of green. I figured best case scenario he’d take her back to his place and fuck her brains out again and get it out of his system. But it sounds to me like he sort of likes her, which is way worse. “How did you come to all this realization?”
“Freddie went to the bathroom and Axl took a call outside. We had a few minutes alone and I let it slip that I was there under duress. She wanted to die of embarrassment.”
I try to pretend like he didn’t just try to defend her. “So, what is Freddie’s motivation for all this?”
“I’d bet on it that she’s trying to slip between Axl’s sheets for more than just his wrinkly dick.”
Placing the mugs on the table and sitting across from him, I say. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Yes. And Reya is on it. She says that she’s going to build her case and take it to Wesley. She doesn’t like Freddie one bit, and this is the last straw.”
I have to know. “So, did you two discuss this before or after you fucked her brains out?”
He does a double take and wrinkles his brows, but the smile on his face is evident. “What makes you think I did that?”
A shrug. “I just figured.”
I can’t tell if he’s offended or just putting two and two together. “You figured that if I had the chance, I’d take it.”
I challenge him. “Did you have the chance?”
He scoffs. “Turns out I didn’t. Reya said that what happened at Jagger’s wedding was a mistake. She’d had too much to drink and she’s not that type.”
I’m facetious. “How noble.”
The ghost of a smile appears across his lips. “Could you be any more jealous?”
I lie through my fucking teeth. “Me? Jealous? I really don’t think so.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a shitty liar?”
“I’m a fine liar, actually.”
“Maybe at work, but not with me, you’re not. You’re fucking nose is growing so fast it’s as big as my dick.”
The laugh barks out of me before I can stop it.
He smiles and chuckles with me.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“You’re such a jealous bitch.”
The snorted laugh makes him laugh.
“I am not a bitch.”
“But you’re jealous.”
“Alright, fine. I’m a little jealous. A little.” I pinch two fingers together, and I hate it that I feel this way. I wish like hell that I had a date tonight, too, or something.
He looks contemplative. I’ve freaked him out.
“Just...forget it. I’m over it.”
His gaze moves to mine. “Are you sure? Because your nose is growing again.”
“Fine. I’m not over it. I should be. But I’m not.” I level with him. “I’m no more impressed by it than you are. We don’t owe each other shit and I’m well aware, and I was the one that told you to go out with her.”
“Jagger told me first. You just reiterated.”
“Sure.” Taking another sip of tea, I ask. “Led, why are you really here. I mean, that’s the true question here. Me and my jealousy is just high school bullshit that I’ll get over. And I know that you didn’t come over here to rub my nose in it.”
He swallows. “The truth is that I wanted to see you.” His face changes. He’s teasing me. “I can’t quite figure out why.”
I smirk at him, but my eyes are dancing. Something comes over me and I don’t try to stop it. After I set my tea down, I rise from my chair and walk over to him. “Because she might have given you good head, but nothing compares to me.”
Touching his knee, I push his legs over, so that he’s facing me.
He’s caught on and he isn’t stopping me.
Knees on the floor, I open his fly and loosen the button on his dress pants.
His flaccid cock sits just under it, and as I pull his briefs down, I’m amazed.
Even flaccid, his cock is perfect. In size, in girth, in its perfect pinkness, everything.
Everything about it is perfect. My lips find the tip and I suck the head, looking up at him, watching him watch me.
It’s so fucking erotic it makes me wet instantly.
“I can’t argue with that.” He says on exhale, and I watch his eyes roll into the sockets simultaneously as his cock twitches, filling with blood. “God, what you do to me, Jinny.” He breathes, as the head touches the back of my throat.
As my hand pumps the shaft, my mouth wets it. Every suck, every pass down its length, he grunts softly. His voice is a breath, sultry. “Nobody has ever made me want to fuck them so bad more than you, Jinny.”
His words ignite me. I’m throbbing deliciously in all the right places.
Battling with myself, I can’t decide if it would be sexier to finish him off this way, or ride him hard, letting him come inside me.
Then I realize that to do that, I’d have to tell him my secret.
Lying to him isn’t an option. I’ve done it before and told my lover that I was on the pill, but that didn’t fly, and I’m not doing that again.
With his glistening cock in my mouth, my hand finds my pants, and I slide them down my legs, giving in to the flame inside me that’s begging to be quenched.
“You want to fuck me?” I ask breathlessly, rising, pulling the rest of my clothes off.
He nods, pulling his shirt off, eyes on fire for me. His cock still twitches with need as he removes his clothes and he lifts me by the waist, hands on my ass, forcing his dick to touch my clit as he walks me to my room. “Oh, you are a naughty boy.”
I’m hissing as he pushes his pelvis up and down, teasing my clit, until we reach the bed, and he lowers me onto it. Surprising me, he turns me over, so my belly is on the bed. “I want to fuck you from behind. Your ass is so fucking delicious.”
He says this as he enters me, pushing his fingers to my clit from under me.
His dexterity is perfect, as he circles it in time with his thrusts.
“God...Led.” I growl, as he reaches to my breast with the other hand, squeezing the nipple, caressing my flesh perfectly.
As he circles it, his cock is hitting me inside in all the right places, making me climb fast. His pace quickens, and I can hear his choppy breaths in my ear, setting me on fire.
“Come on, baby. I want you to come so hard for me.”
Did I mention his dirty talk turns me on...like...crazy? “Oh, fuck me harder, Led.” I murmur, feeling myself spiral, feeling my first orgasm building up.
His cock pounds into me, while his fingers speed up, and I come so hard I cry out, shaking, feeling every inch of him.
As he slows, letting my orgasm ebb, he flips me onto my side, and pushes his cock into me again, kissing my neck, circling my clit with one hand, while working my breasts with the other hand.
This way, I’m so under his spell. But part of me is dying to drive him crazy, and it’s overriding my desire to just enjoy what he’s doing to me.
I really want to bring him to his knees.
I push off him and straddle him, wrapping my legs around his waist, impaling myself with him.
As I push up and down, he works with me, thrusting his pelvis up, fucking me from underneath me.
My tits bob in his face, and he can’t resist them.
Thank God the lord blessed me with an ample bosom, and he’s lapping it up.
His mouth fucks my breasts, and I decide to do the same to him.
Sucking his nipples while riding him makes his cock twitch inside me, and the best part.
..it makes him moan, telling me that he likes me doing it to him as much as I like doing it to him.
“God, you doing that just reminds me how fucking hot it was when you were fucking me with your mouth, baby.”
“That’s the idea.” I say between sucks and licks.
“Fuuuuuckk...you’re gonna make me come like this, baby.” He hisses.
“Mmmm....” I hum against his skin.
He pulls out of me, and rests my body on his cock, so that my clit hits the shaft just so.
As he pulses me over his dick, he comes, looking so fucking sexy I could die, and it throws me over the edge.
I come with him, like a freight train, even stronger than I did the first time.
His seed spurts all over his belly, and my wetness helps me rub up and down the length of him, making my orgasm so powerful, so intense, I cry out.
Feeling spent, I lay on top of him, not caring if we’ve both made a mess. “We are so dangerous together.”
He takes a cleansing breath. “We are.”
Sex has never been this intense with anyone else.
I’ve never craved it more, either. There’s something about Led that brings so much desire out of me.
Torturing myself, I begin to wonder if it’s the same for him.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask, but I refrain, knowing full well the danger.
We are not committed to each other in any way.
That’s something we both agreed upon. Neither one of us wants a relationship, and for me, I’m no good for him.
He comes from a large family, and I can’t help to maintain that, not even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
But still, I can’t help but think that I’ve never had it so good, and that I want more.
As we lie there, in absolute afterglow, in utter bliss, his fingertips run up and down my back.
And I’ve never felt more at peace. I've never felt more fulfilled. I’ve never felt this level of happiness before, and I promised myself that I’d never let that happen.
I’d never let a man in this much. But I’ve gone and done it, and I don’t know how to make it stop.
The worst part is I don’t want it to stop.
It breaks my heart to think about asking him to leave.
Asking him to lose my phone number. To never use it again.
To only speak to me if it’s about work. It almost brings tears to my eyes to just think about it.
I’ve made the best and worst mistake of my life, and I don’t know how to go back, or if I can.
A cardinal rule of mine has been broken, that I promised myself I’d never do.
...I’ve allowed myself to fall in love.