Jaded Hearts (14 page)

Sweet Baby Jesus.

I looked down at him in wild arousal and was
met by his dark and erotic gaze.

John was Kinky!

"I want you to pull my panties off Baby. I
want you to use your teeth."

My breathing intensified as I watched him.
His eyes stayed glued to mine as he used his teeth and took a
bigger bite of lace for more leverage and pulled my lace bikinis
down side by side in four pulls until they were at my feet and I
stepped out of them. He looked at me like a proud puppy with a
Frisbee in his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Good boy,” I murmured.

John returned to his kneeling position
softly kissing across my thighs and barely grazing my lower lips
waiting for his next command.

What is going on? Can I really do this?

I stood frozen at the gateway to
fantasy.

Of course you can stupid. Tell him what you
want next.

So I embraced his game. I commanded him to
spread my legs and eat me until I came. He moaned at the acceptance
of his task and placed one hand against my butt to push my hips
forward, closer to his face, and began to slowly lick and suck my
clit, lapping my juices and flicking his tongue into me.

I shook with pleasure. With one hand placed
on the couch for support I grabbed his head with the other hand and
began to rock my hips to the rhythm of his tongue.  My mind
tried to grasp what was happening to me as my body throttled with
increasing excitement. I was undone.

"Ah! Yes, keep licking, just like that,
don't stop."

My words were more like a plea than a
command, and my voice a high-pitched whisper as my legs began to
shake violently as I erupted. He replaced his tongue with two
fingers and began to suck my clit to bring it home, holding me
against him to prevent me from falling. He pinned me against the
couch so that he could stand up placing a hand at the small of my
back, watching as I fought to regain control of my breathing.

He kissed me just as slowly as he had just
coaxed the ecstasy from me.  I blossomed like a flower under
his kisses. Every inch of my face was traced as he kissed me
tenderly.

I knew he was waiting for my lead so I
directed his attention to my nipples that needed to be freed from
my bra. Obliging hands unhooked my bra easing it off my shoulders
and then with a breast in each hand he made love to them just as he
had done to my clit moments earlier.

Because the regular order of arousal was
reversed for me the sensation of his tongue and mouth teasing my
nipples swung me back into the center of my orgasm. I felt like I
was in a whirlpool of desire being pulled to the center. I whined
and whimpered and moaned. I couldn't take it.

"Oh John! Oh please, please. I need you
to...I want you inside me."

I was breathless.

He hefted me up against him, holding me with
his arm encircling me just underneath my hips so that I was
slightly higher up than face to face, and continued to lick and
suck me as he took me to his bedroom.

This was crazy. He kept me in the throes of
impending release and he never broke contact with my skin as he
stood me next to the bed and reached for a condom and put it on
with my nipple still nestled between his lips. He was waiting for
me so I ordered him to sit and slid slowly down his shaft as I
settled into his lap. I was worked up in frenzy at this point and
grinding wildly against him. After not being touched for months,
and all that slow build up, I needed hard and fast. He gripped my
hips, thrusting into me as I moved against him.

"Jade! Wait."

He snapped my attention back to him as he
was losing control of his own senses.

"Yes, baby!" A hoarse choked out reply. I
slowed my pace and he kissed me softly bringing us both back into
focus. I looked into his eyes and connected to the emotion I saw
there.

"Slow?"  I whispered. He nodded his
head as he wrapped his arms around me. I rocked my hips gently,
shaking with each return thrust. John's eyes glazed over as he
watched me ride him. One hand slowly slid from my lower back
upwards and tangled into my hair. I arched back into his embrace
and cried out as he gently sucked my breasts.

"Oh God John. This feels...so...good..." My
words came between soft whimpers.

"I know baby...I know."

"Damn...I've wanted you so bad. Love you
inside me." My body surged with pleasure.

"Oh Jade...Baby...Shit!" He groaned. I knew
he was struggling to hold back to come with me. I was enjoying him
so much, but I wanted to feel him come more than I wanted to
come.

"I want you to come for me baby."

"Not...yet...want you...to. Need to...feel
you come,” he whispered.

"Oh...yes...make me...please!" I begged. His
words unraveled me.

He gripped my waist rolling me onto the bed
and began gently easing into me, slowly increasing his speed.
Feelings that were foreign to me rose from deep down inside me. I
pulled his face to me in a desperate attempt to transfer my
emotions to his lips, my kisses frantic. John slowly caressed his
hands up my hips around my torso and under my back pulling me into
a tight embrace.

"John! I..." My mind couldn't find the words
to express how I felt. My chest heaved as I tried to breathe
through my incoherence, only soft mews escaping instead of words. I
felt tears stinging the corners of my eyes and I looked to him to
for some sign of understanding.

"Shhh. Baby it's OK. Just let go,” he
cajoled.

Allrightythen.

The next three hours were spent with John
fulfilling me by command. Now it wasn't that I had that many
wishes, but he was a pleaser and that consisted of going for
record-breaking lengths before he would come. If I forgot to give
him permission he wouldn't stop, and I came ceaselessly. This side
of him more than intrigued me. My White Knight was also my love
slave.

*

I walked into work the next morning like a
zombie. I had to leave John's at 6:00am to run home so I could get
dressed for work. Donna studied me curiously as she handed me my
frozen coffee. I stopped her before she could even start.

"We will talk about this over lunch cause I
am way too tired to even get into it now. Besides, I'm afraid of
what the walls of my office would think about me if I did."

She raised her eyebrows in speculation. "OK,
Miss Spencer. Should I hold your calls as well?" She asked.

I leaned back into my leather chair. "I
think that's probably a good idea."

When Donna came to get me for lunch I was
deep in the throes of a seriously hedonistic daydream where I was
having a threesome with Julian and John. She snapped me out of it
just as I was trying to decide who was going to fuck me first.

I am going Crazy.

I grabbed my purse and shades and we headed
down to lunch. Since we had both had long weekends we opted for
sandwiches and a park bench. I still didn't understand why, but I
almost felt more comfortable confiding in her than anyone else at
the moment. She didn't have a judgmental bone in her body and she
tried to put herself in my shoes before she threw out some random
line of advice.

"Jade, I'm stumped. I mean when you told me
about Julian, I was like wow, but then when I see you and John and
the way things are developing with you two I totally want it to
work out with you guys. Do you love him? I mean, it sounds like you
do. I would be lying if I said I thought he could erase Julian's
mark because he has left a serious one girl, but what you have with
John goes deeper," she analyzed.

I picked at my sandwich contemplating her
last words.

"Donna, when I was with Evan I just woke up
one day knowing he wasn't the one even though I had thought he was
for years. What I feel for John is so different from my feelings
for Julian, and I've never felt any of this before. Last night was
so unexpected on so many levels. I felt like my feelings were
exploding out of me. I've orgasmed before; many times, but I never
cried. I haven't cried so much since I was a baby. I think I was in
shock the whole time. I think I am still in shock." I didn't want
to mention that I hadn't cried this much since my mother left
me.

She laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, I
think that would have shocked me too, but it sounds like hella fun.
But really. Do you think the crying had more to do with all those
feelings you've kept bottled up? I know you miss Julian, even if
you don't talk about it. I think there's a lot going on in that
little heart of yours right now."

"You might be on to something, Dr. Phil," I
teased, trying to keep it light and not delve into the mess that
was my heart.

"Call me what you want, but you're the one
with ninety-nine problems,” she teased me back.

"Technically I don't have a problem, as
Jackie would say, because I'm not nor have I committed to anyone,
but I know that's what Julian wants and John said he isn't looking
for a relationship."

Donna seemed to have more of an appetite
than I did and I waited for her to finish the last bite of her
sandwich so she could respond.

"Well, she is basically right. Until Julian
reverts back from a pumpkin or an onion, whatever the hell is going
on with him, and then what he wants matters not. As for John, let
him tell you what he wants and don't worry about it otherwise. The
real question is what do you prefer? To dominate or be dominated?
Each guy is asking something different of you so it's about what
you really desire."

Now I could see why she married so young.
She reminded me of John except she didn't want me to order her to
bring my coffee on her hands and knees.  Even though it was
different, part of me enjoyed being in control. Even if it was an
act.

Back at my desk I ordered myself to focus
only on work for the remainder of the day. I had a few messages
from a couple of bands that where referred to me by The Anglers. I
was beginning to feel more like a party planner than anything else.
I sent John an email informing him of the news and of Mr. Delgado's
request that I go to Peru to set up an event there. I didn't know
how the previous night would affect our business relationship. He
didn't strike me as the type to let emotions interfere with his
money, but I never imagined him naked and licking my toes
either.

Damn it!

I had to keep my thoughts straight. I picked
up my phone to text him since I hadn't spoken to him today, and
while I was trying to script a light and cutesy text my phone
buzzed in my hand. It was a text from John.

JB: Dinner tonight?

Me: I eat dinner every night

JB: Good. Then eat it with me tonight

Me: What's the plan?

JB: My place. Pack a bag

My heart missed a few breaths at that last
text. It was one thing for us to let things happen as they may, but
it was another to see it in writing. I contemplated declining his
offer, but what else was I going to do with my night? And I did
want to see him again so that we could get our friendship back on
track, since neither of us was ready for anything more.

Me: K. I'll be there at 7

JB: Purrfect. Lol

Me: Ha Ha

I smiled and got busy working up a new
template for my pending clients.

I had a love hate relationship with the
subway. I loved that it got me home in twenty minutes guaranteed,
but I hated feeling like I was going to contract scurvy or a flesh
eating virus while I was on it. After my mandatory post subway
shower I threw on a maxi dress, grabbed a change of work clothes
for good measure, and set out to my dinner date this time via
taxi.

I could smell the aroma of our dinner in the
hallway of his building before I got to his door. Hmm. Italian.

John was standing in the arch of his doorway
still dressed for work minus his jacket when I arrived. His black
and white pin striped shirt was slightly rolled up at the sleeves
and tucked into his well-tailored black pants. He was a handsome
man. His hair was freshly cut and now he looked even more like
David Beckham. He smiled when he spied my just-in case garment bag,
and kissed me on the cheek before he moved out of the way to let me
in, patting my behind as I walked by. I was right. He had candles
set and lit at the dining table with freshly cut garlic bread and a
bottle of red wine opened next to two wine glasses. Billy Joel was
streaming through his speakers.

This is so sweet.

I followed him into the kitchen to wash my
hands and watch him plate our meal.

"It's nothing fancy but I know you love
pasta and sauce so Spaghetti Bolognese it is."

I dried my hands and walked up and hugged
him from behind.

"Yes, it's one of my favorites. Good
choice."

He leaned back to grant me access to his
cheek for a 'thank you' kiss. Putting both plates on the counter he
turned to face me holding my face by my cheeks.

"I love you." His words were soft but hit me
like a dead weight. I wasn't expecting that, and it threw all my
friendship fodder right out the window. Before I could respond he
placed a soft gentle kiss on my lips then placed one finger to
them, silencing me.

"Now let's eat,” he commanded.

John was like me in that we both wasted no
time when it came down to eating so there was little conversation
during dinner. It was delicious.

"Did you use a bottled sauce or did you make
this?"

This was better than any bottled sauce I
ever tasted with or without extra doctoring up. He smiled at my
compliment.

"Well, it's homemade. I have a recipe that I
use and I make the sauce ahead of time or sometimes I freeze it for
later use. I actually made this batch last week. I'm glad you
like."

I used a piece of bread to soak up the last
of it.