Charity's Warrior (45 page)

I watch us cum. The heat of the moment is incredible. Justin's orgasm hits first, twisting his face. Mine begins more subtly, but seeing him cum in a third person view makes me scream. What I see on the screen is a woman getting fucked right, a dominant male surrendering to his biggest weakness. I climax in a few short, but intense, spikes. Justin continues to thrust into me a bit longer, until he slows to a twitching, spent halt.

THERE'S BEEN SOMETHING DIFFERENT
about Justin all morning, and I haven't been able to put my finger on exactly what it is. An air of overconfidence—cockiness, I think.

It's not bad, just different.

When he looks at me now, his eyes tease me. For some reason I blush each time I catch his eyes on me. I'm fumbling around like a schoolgirl.

Why the hell am I being so God damn nervous?

Ever the gentleman, he leads me to his shower as soon as I am ready. His bathroom is roughly the size of my living room, and it's beautiful. It's entirely Bardiglio Nuvolato marble, the floors, the walls, the stairs and base around a huge tub, even around what looks like a shower built for four. The devil red accents are back, matching the inside of the tub and both sink basins.

"Oh my god, it's beautiful," I said after a sharp breath.

"You like?"

"I love," I reply.

Justin smiles, satisfied. "The guest bath and the washroom are smaller duplicates. I loved it, so I ran with it."

I giggled.

Like an idiot!

I really need to figure out why I am acting like this is our first time together.
I have butterflies in my stomach for Christ’s sake!
It’s not our first date!

"I meant to tell you," he started, "I made dinner reservations for us at the Oval Room after a quick business meeting that you can sit in on."

I don't think I heard a single question in there.

"Is that anywhere near the Oval Office?" I joked.

"Practically right next door," he said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Okay, feeling silly.

"Wait, you want to drive to DC and back, today?" I ask.

He laughed, and I'm wondering why he did that.

"No, we're not driving," he said. "We're taking my plane."

"Oh." I didn't know what else to say to that. I'm feeling as silly as I probably can.

That look crosses his face, making me blush again.

I'm so far off my game.

"I'll need my things from downstairs," I tell him.

"No, you won't. Got everything you need right here."

Since my cane is still in his bedroom, and he is still holding me up, Justin motions to the cabinet on my other side. "In there," he says.

Curiosity at its peak, I pulled the door to the cabinet open. Every product I use is in there.

"You want to grab your soaps and shampoos? And maybe a couple of towels for us while you're in there, Warrior?" he asked, that cockiness showing itself again. He's so proud of himself for having been prepared.

I took two towels out and handed them to him. He put both on a metal warmer and flicked its switch.

"Come on," he said as he started heading us into the shower.

He pulls open the glass door and steps in, turning to help me next. He grabs my soaps and shampoos from me first, putting them on one of the tile shelves, then helps me in.

"Do you need a pilot's license to work this?" I ask, seeing all the different nozzles and buttons.

He smiles at me. "Let me give you a quick lesson. This one is the main. It turns everything on and off, and controls the temperature. All these here," he waves his hand over a series of knobs, "are just diverters for the different shower heads and nozzles."

"And the keypad?" I ask.

He pressed a button and music softly wafts into the room. "Music and a hands-free phone."

"A phone—in your shower? Seriously?"

"Hey—at least I didn't install a camera so I could spy on you when you're getting soapy and wet."

I laughed hard, too hard. It was one of my snort-laughs that I'm just so fond of. Leave it to JP to make me do it.

Ho-ly-shit!

It finally clicks, why I am so nervous and blushing, acting like a clumsy kid. The reason it feels like this is our first time—
is because it is!

I've been with Justin, but never JP.

And that's why he seems so different. I'm finally seeing both sides of his personality at once. Justin no longer has anything to hide with me, so I'm seeing
all
of him.

For a moment I am struck by the impressive talent it takes to exist as two different people, not just for an hour, or a day—for years!

I have to get to know him all over again. Justin I know, and I certainly know JP, but I don't know them together. Really, I don't even know which name he prefers.

Christ! We're taking
his plane
to DC for dinner. I haven't been dating
that
guy.

Justin is not high society; he's just the average guy. Okay, not
average
but still very much a guy you can meet at a bar. JP is powerful, controlling, and wealthy—everything Justin is not.

How do I fit into that?

"Just lean against the wall and spread your legs a bit. I'll take care of you. I promise I won't miss an inch," he said with a wink and that cocky little smile as he turns on the water.

Yeah, okay—I think I can figure out my way through this.

"I'm still going to need a dress from downstairs," I said as I put my palms against the tiles and spread my legs like I'm going to be frisked.

"It's taken care of," he said, aiming a nozzle at me and wetting me down.

He grabs my shampoo and proceeds to dump some on my head. "Let's take care of your
I-just-got-laid
hair," he teases.

I will not complain. The feel of his hands gently running through my hair and massaging my scalp is absolutely wonderful. And I don't have to do a thing, just stand here and watch the shampoo run down my legs. It was actually starting to turn me on again. He's careful not to spray me in the face when he rinses my hair out.

"You should consider doing this for a living," I flirted.

Justin smiled. "Maybe it's something I can do when I retire."

He poured my body wash into his hand and begins rubbing it all over my shoulders and back in slow, massaging circles. His hands really are golden. Three knots I didn't even know I had popped in my neck.

He was extremely thorough. My nipples hardened under his touch, not just on them, but even some of my other sensitive areas. Feeling his member at half-mast and poking me on my back side was not helping to calm me down either. It was nothing short of a soapy, wet, full body massage from a young, naked, god. No woman in her right mind could get through it without wanting an orgasm, especially when it included his tongue flicking my ear while his fingers delved through my labia and clitoris to remove all the body lubricant he'd splashed on me earlier. As he carefully finished rinsing me, I grabbed his shampoo, ready to return the favor.

"No," he said, taking the bottle from my hand. "I don't want you hurting your leg."

He dumps the shampoo into his hand and begins to wash his hair. I'm not satisfied by that. I wait until his eyes are closed for a moment, and I grab his soap, pour some into my hand, and grab his cock with it. His eyes snapped open quickly.

"You can get everywhere else, but I'm taking care of this part," I barked.

It finished stiffening in my hand as I rub the soap all over it. I was polite at first, spreading the soap around his testicles and running my fingertips up his shaft, but he was able to maintain control a little too much for my liking.

As he washed his back, I started jerking him off so fast that I can't see my hand as anything more than a blur. He has to stop and hold on to the wall.

That makes me smile.

Only a couple of minutes pass when he grabs my hand by the wrist and pulls it off him. For a moment I thought he was angry with me, that's how intense his face looks. He grabs my waist and forces me up against the wall, being very specific about where he puts me. He's pressing me into the tiles, his hands still on my waist holding me there as I feel his cock enter my pussy from behind. He buries it in me, and then I see his hand come up next to me, to the buttons on the wall. He presses one, and the water from overhead disappears.

Suddenly fast, solid streams of water are gushing from the wall at either side of me, and one is rushing right down my clit. I think they're supposed to be for our feet—but I
really
don't give a shit right now!

I feel him put his lips on my shoulder, and he starts fucking me while the water pounds my clit.

It feels incredible, and it's not going to take long. He holds me flat against the wall like prisoner, as if I had any intention of moving. His hips slam into my wet ass, his cock filling me.

I'm so sensitive; it's almost as if my earlier orgasms hadn't fully ended. And the water, making a wonderful, unrelenting vibrator, is too much. My orgasm begins to roll out of me softly. My quietly moaning voice is amplified in the shower as the pleasant release washes over me.

No one has ever made me cum so much in one day. It's my forth orgasm already, and I'm wondering what our date is going to bring.

As my breath slows, I hear Justin's quiet grunting in my ear. His hips thrust hard as he climaxes in me and reduces him to a convulsing spasm. He collapses around me, being careful not to crush me into the wall, and hits a button that returns the water overhead.

"I think you're trying to kill me," he whispers jokingly.

The water runs down my face as I laugh.

Eventually we do finish washing and step out of the shower. The towels are so warm they feel like they're fresh from the dryer. I dry myself off and catch Justin staring at me when I grab my things from his closet to get ready, holding onto the door for balance.

"What?" I ask nervously. I'm feeling that same unevenness again, unsure if it is Justin or JP watching me.

He smiles confidently. "You know you don't even need that stuff, Warrior? You are gorgeous before you even start."

I blush for the fifteenth time today.

"Hold on to that door for a minute," he said quickly, vanishing out of the room before I can ask why.

I didn't actually listen to him. I hobble back to the sink and put my things down on the counter. Despite his compliment, I did need to get ready.

I'm rubbing my lotion into my legs when a Jovani 2723 came flowing around the corner. The red was nearly a perfect match to the accents around his home. The long sleeves of the cocktail dress flared out at the wrists.

"Oh my God," I breathed.

Then red suede Christian Louboutin Aborina pumps came floating in with a matching clutch. Justin may be holding them, but at least for the moment, I can't see a damn thing but the dress, shoes and bag.

After the rest of the world began to reappear, I see some Victoria Secrets dangling in his fingers. I was fully prepared to go commando if I had to, but I'm glad to see that won't be necessary.

"I can tell from your face I got it right," he said. "Put them on. I want to see you in it."

That was the JP in him. There was an assumption in his tone that I was going to do what he ordered. I was, of course, but the assumption is irritating. I think it bothers me because he knows just when to use it, exactly when my answer will be what he wants. I think it pisses me off because he knows me so well and right now if feel like I only know parts of him.