James
A Midwinter's Night Dream
“James, pull some of it out, baby. I'll let you put it back in,” Monica moaned into my ear while I deep stroked her to death. She wanted me to go deep, and I had no problem meeting her request. The warmth that surrounded us was like we were wrapped in a cocoon near a hot spring, and the shit was driving me crazy. I hadn't had Monica in ages, and I almost melted when I slid into her.
“James, pull it out, baby. Please, pull it out,” she pleaded into my ear, following it up with a low moan that made goose bumps crawl down my back in the same spot where her nails just scratched my skin. I wanted to oblige, but it felt so damn good. Jasmine's pussy never felt like this.
“I'll pull some of it out, but I have to push it back in, understand?” I spoke into her ear as I went deep one more time.
“Yes . . . yes . . . yes. I understand, James.”
She tightened her walls around my length, and wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me in deeper in spite of her request for me to pull out. I pushed her legs back so that she could let me go, and after scooting up on my knees I slowly slid my snake from her cave, causing her to shiver all over. With the head of my dick sitting just at her opening, I felt her pulsate as honey oozed from her opening, making the head feel slippery. I had to count sheep to keep my cool, and take control of the situation before we crashed it. She was about to get dicked down something serious, whether she was ready or not.
Monica held on to the headboard for dear life, tapping out because she couldn't handle it. I ignored her taps, slowly inching myself back into her wetness. My dick was brick hard right now, and I swore it felt like it was still growing the closer I got to an orgasm. I would push it in a little more each time, and pull all the way out until just the head was in. The feel of her opening clinching the tip and trying to suck me back in was driving me crazy. She was losing her damn mind, and on the low so was I. I loved a kinky chick in the bedroom, and Monica was all for it. All this shit talking and ass smacking had me feeling some kind of way.
Damn, I think I love this girl.
“James, push it deeper, baby,” Monica requested in between pulses. She didn't know what the hell she wanted me to do, and from the way she thrashed back and forth, causing her hair to halo around her, I could tell she was in on the verge of an explosion and that shit was turning me all the way the fuck on. I leveled my body above hers and used my feet to brace myself as I pushed into her until it felt like my balls could squeeze in. A gush of warmth coated my dick with a gooey stickiness that made me moan out loud my damn self. Oh, she was playing hardball tonight, but I was ready.
“You like this dick all up in you?” I asked her as I slow stroked her into another orgasm. The light scratching of her nails against my back, and her pleading for me to “take it” was answer enough. I went from an extremely slow pace to almost pounding her brains out, back to a slow crawl. I hadn't gotten fucked good by my wife in years, so I was going to make this shit count.
“James, please . . .”
“Please what?” I asked her, pulling all the way out. I stroked my dick in a lazy up-and-down motion as it pulsated in my hand. This bad boy was about to blow! Rubbing her creamy juices in, I leaned back on my knees so that I could catch my breath. I wasn't ready to bust just yet, but if she kept clinching up on my dick the way she was it was about to be a wrap.
“Please put it back in,” she responded, panting loudly, trying to catch her breath as well.
Damn, she still had a gorgeous body, and I still loved her dark-chocolate nipples. She palmed her left breast, and pulled her nipple into her mouth, circling the tight bud with her tongue. I wanted so badly to be her tongue at that moment. I remembered when Jazz used to be freaky like that. Monica was making it her business for me to forget Jazz, if only for this moment, and I was all for it.
“What else you want to do with that tongue?” I asked her, pulling my legs from under me, and lying back on the bed, stretching out so that she could see all this dick up close and personal. Oh, I was gonna wear her ass out!
She had a wicked grin on her face as she switched positions in the bed, and rested her body between my legs, taking me all the way into her mouth down to my balls. I loved that she didn't have a gag reflex. Closing my eyes I let Monica enjoy my chocolate stick, pumping slowly into her mouth as she slurped me in. I cupped the back of her head to maintain control, but that shit wasn't working at all.
“Yeah, suck daddy's dick,” I said in a low tone as I took hold of the back of her head a little tighter and guided the way. She ran a finger up the crack of my ass and pressed into the space under my balls, causing me to practically jump up from the bed. Damn, that shit felt good.
Yeah, she's definitely a keeper.
Releasing the vacuum-like suction from the head of my dick, Monica stood up on the bed with her legs on both sides of me. Squatting down, she took me into her tightness, accepting my girth on the way in and juicing my dick with her walls on the way out.
Lawd, how did I luck up on this?
“You gonna cum on daddy's dick?” I asked her while lightly pinching her nipples with one hand, and fingering her clit with my other. She was sloppy wet, and the friction from me smearing her juices across her clit was causing her body to tremor slightly. Seemed as if Miss Lady was losing her composure.
“Yes . . . yes . . . yes,” she moaned as she swirled slowly on my pole. The heat emanating from her core had my dick like ten degrees warmer than the rest of my body.
“Yeah? Am I the best?” I asked her, taking full advantage of her weak state. She was grinding down hard, and I could feel my cream slowly rising to the top. She would rise up off of it, and then grind down onto it in a beat that was probably in her head.
“Yes, James, you're the best,” she responded in a low tone that sounded extra deep for some reason.
“The neighbors can't hear you,” I threw out there as I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, causing her body to convulse uncontrollably until I let it go.
“James, you're the best, baby,” Monica moaned out, trying to catch her breath in the process.
“Damn, girl, take that dick,” I responded as I tried to keep my nut in my sac a little longer. I was about to plant a thick nut up in her that would permanently knock the back out her pussy.
“Mr. Cinque, it's time to wake up,” Monica spoke to me, but her voice sounded like a man's.
When I opened my eyes everything was a blur, and all I could feel was the warmth of her pussy wrapped around my dick. I didn't know what was going on, but I was still trying to get my nut, fuck that.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and it felt like someone was shaking me, but I refused to open my eyes. I hadn't been stroked like this in ages, and I was going for mine. I could hear a man's voice talking to me, and Monica was steadily slipping away. I tried to hold on to her, but I couldn't.
“Mr. Cinque, wake up.”
When I opened my eyes, standing before me was the doctor that was handling Jasmine's case. I was fully clothed with an evident hard-on. Sliding up into the chair, I tried to hide my erection and my embarrassment as he updated me on my wife's status with a look of disdain on his face. I already felt bad about what happened, and this man frowning down on me didn't make me feel any better.
Through the room I could see Jazz's family still sleeping on the uncomfortable set of chairs just outside the room. I guessed we all eventually dozed off some time during the night. Taking a peek at my watch, I saw that it was now seven o'clock in the morning. Looking over at Jasmine as the doctor listed her prognoses, I felt a little better knowing that Jazz had a good chance of survival, and that they were keeping her heavily sedated until the swelling around her brain went down.
“We will have to take her into surgery at the end of the day to wire her left jaw. The bone was dislocated in the accident, and will need to be mended in order to set properly. I do want to make you aware that Mrs. Cinque may be a little out of it when she first awakens because of the impact to her left frontal lobe,” the doctor explained as I went into a zone.
As I listened to him tell me how the quality of life for Jasmine may potentially change, all I could do was stare at her. I mean, Jazz could be a real bitch sometimes, but she handled her business almost effortlessly, and I couldn't imagine her operating in any other fashion.
“Because of the head trauma, she will have pain accompanied by the discomfort from wiring of the jaw. We will have to assess her motor skills once she is awake and moving around, but she is responsive to touch in the state that she's in now,” the doctor informed me as he continued to write in her chart, periodically making eye contact with me.
“There's a possibility that she may not remember who you are at first. In cases like this we often see some short-term memory issue that may or may not correct itself. Either she will remember you, or most of her memories will be from things that happened years ago.”
He droned on and on about what to expect, and what type of help was offered to make the transition smooth. I wanted him to stop talking, but for a second I couldn't form any words.
“There is therapy for people with head injuries that will definitely aid in getting your wife's mind back on track, but as already said, we have to wait for her to wake up to see where she is in her mental state.”
“Doc, I just need to know . . .” I said to him in a solemn voice. All of this was too much to handle at one time.
“What is it, Mr. Cinque?”
“Can you tell me where my kids are?”
Monica
Plan A
Morning came all too soon, and I hated that I neglected to pull the shade closed all the way. A sliver of sunlight beamed through the crack, and right into my eyes. I usually slept with a mask covering them, but I had forgotten to pack it in my haste to get Jaydah out of my house, and back in Philly. I decided, since my sleep was disturbed, I might as well get up and get going with my day. I had some investigating to do, and I wouldn't get anything done being laid up in the bed all day.
It was early, but I knew if I made a few phone calls I was bound to get things moving at least. I didn't want to do it, but I knew Judge Stenton would have to be my first call. Not that I planned to disrupt anything at the Cinques on purpose. If I needed to get my son and roll out I knew I would need some paperwork. Was I ready to be a mom? Hell no, but if I had to step up to the plate it was a now-or-never situation.
I had the number to his home, cell, and office, and I wondered briefly if Sheila would answer the phone at the courthouse. Still knowing the number by heart, I dialed the ten digits that could possibly connect me to the answers I needed. To my dismay the phone continued to ring, and I really hoped that maybe I had dialed the wrong number by accident. When the district court answering machine finally picked up, I hung up in disgust. After all, it was a week day; why wasn't anyone picking up?
Chancing a look outside, I immediately got my answer. Overnight the city got covered with snow up to our ears. I couldn't believe the amount that had fallen in that little bit of time. Trust and believe I did not miss all of this mess. Turning on the television to see what was going on in the world, I didn't need
Fox News
to tell me that the city was shut down. Such an inconvenience.
As I listened to the television, I gazed through the menu to see what was offered for breakfast. I contemplated whether I want to hit the judge on his cell phone, but I really didn't have a choice. I wasn't sure if he was with his wife and kids, or if he would throw shade since I didn't make it to the city the last time he wanted to see me. I also didn't know how much access he had to city business from home, but it was worth a shot. Just as I was going to pick up the phone, something on the news definitely got my attention. A car wreck flashed across the screen, followed by a picture of Jasmine. Grabbing the remote, I turned the volume to the max:
“Prominent Philly lawyer Jasmine Cinque has been reported to have been in an accident that has her in the ICU. Due to the quick dropping of the temperature last night, it appears that her car spun out of control and smashed into a utility pole in the Bala Cynwyd section of Philadelphia after slipping on an ice-covered roadway. The medics had a hard time getting to her due to the inclement weather, and had to use the Jaws of Life to extract her and her five children from the wreck. It has been said . . .”
At that moment my mind went numb.
Jazz almost died? Or did she die? Wait, the newscaster didn't say she was dead, so she's still breathing somewhere. What happened to the kids?
They didn't say anything about the children, and when I opened my eyes to look at the TV they were showing footage of her car wrapped around a pole, and you could see the medics trying to open her car like a can of tuna.
I was instantly sick, and had to rush to the bathroom before I vomited all over my nightgown. What happened? Furthermore, why was she out in that mess yesterday? Jazz hated driving when the ground was wet, so I needed to know what or who forced her out yesterday in the midst of a storm. My eyes burned from the tears that I refused to let roll down my face.
Damn, did I still love this chick? And where the hell is James?
They didn't say anything about his whereabouts. Did they divorce? Maybe that was the reason why I couldn't get in touch with either of them.
Pacing back and forth, I knew I had to get out of this hotel and on the street. I needed to see about renting a car, and I needed to call the hospitals to see where they were.
Wait a minute . . . let me slow down and think rationally.
I needed answers, and being in a panic was not going to help.
The ringing from my cell phone startled me out of my thoughts, and I dived across the bed to catch it before it stopped, wondering who it was. The only other person who knew I would be in Philly was my sister, and I hadn't spoken with her since I landed so I hoped nothing happened. I wrapped up business before I left Atlanta so I knew the call wouldn't be directly related to that either.
“Hello?” I answered without looking at the screen. My heart was racing a mile a minute. Did something happen to my sister? Was it a company issue? Did someone break into my house and the alarm company was contacting me? All kinds of bad thoughts ran through my head as I waited for the caller to respond.
“Hello, stranger.” The voice came through the other end and I couldn't help but smile.
“What a pleasant surprise. I was just thinking about calling you.”
“Is that so? My wife told me she saw you in the hotel lobby checking in yesterday, and it made me wonder what brought you back home.”
Was it coincidental that just the person I needed to talk to was calling me? When I changed my number I made sure Judge Stenton, among others, knew how to reach me for whatever reason. Hell, he was a very influential man to keep around. Aside from spectacular sex, he donated a lot of money to both my art gallery and Safe Haven, a girls' home for teenagers who had been sexually molested.
“And she didn't say hello? That's odd.”
“So what are you doing back here?” he asked, cutting the small talk short.
“Well, for some reason I've been getting the checks back that I send out to the Cinques, and . . .” I explained everything to the judge, even what I just saw on the news about Jasmine being in the hospital. I needed answers, and I needed to know what was going on.
“As far as your son goes, Monica, you gave him up so I don't know what can be done there unless he's being abused. What exactly do you want from them? They stopped accepting your checks? So what! They just may have needed to move on, and didn't need a constant reminder of the role you played in their past.”
“But they were cashing them up until recently. It doesn't make sense,” I screamed into the phone. He tried to make it seem like I was the crazy one, but in knowing the people I was dealing with, I knew there was more to the story than that.
“How long are you staying here?” the judge asked in a nonchalant voice like he was done with talking about the issue. We were going to talk about it, but I had to play things cool if I was going to use him later. I had to make him think we were doing things on his terms.
“As long as it takes.”
“Okay, you can't possibly stay in a hotel that long so as soon as the streets are cleared and I can get out I'll have a car come to get you. You can stay in the hideaway until you get what you came for. For now, just lay low. The city is shut down, so you can't go anywhere anyway.”
“Thanks for everything. I owe you one!” I said into the phone as I calculated what my next move would be.
“You sure do, and I plan to collect on it. We'll talk by the morning.”
After I hung up with the judge, I decided to at least put something in my stomach as I continued to watch the news. Jazz's story was top news, and I was just waiting for James to show his face. I knew I would need to speak with him, and I wasn't too sure if I was ready for all that. After all, I did wreck what was left of his marriage and dropped an unwanted baby on him. His reaction to me being here would determine if I kept my cool. Hopefully he would just be cool about it and give me the answers I needed. I had no problem going away quietly like I was never here, provided that everything was in order. Now, if it was not in order, then the circumstances of my visit would not be pleasant.
Ordering breakfast was a breeze, and I was elated to see that fine-ass bellhop when I opened the door. He must have held a couple of jobs at the hotel, but I wasn't mad about his hustle. I opened the door wider to invite him in to set up my food in the kitchen area of the suite. Damn he was fine, and I know you're thinking how I could be thinking about sex at a time like this. Easy, my pussy had a mind of her own and she liked to be fed as well.
“Are you the dessert?” I asked him in a seductive voice as I came out of my robe and stood there naked, allowing him to take in all of my curves. He looked like he had hit the jackpot! His eyes seemed to glaze over, and the way he licked his lips was like he was ready to eat me up.
After securing the door, I sauntered over and climbed up on the counter, putting my pussy at mouth level. All he would have to do was bend at the waist and taste it. He seemed to be in shock, so this had obviously never happened to him before. He would surely tell the entire hood about it later on. Grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer, I leaned back on my elbows to balance out.
“Eat up,” I practically whispered to him. Sparks shot through my body when his tongue connected with my clit, and I knew I was going to wear his ass out before he left. I just had to dig out my condom stash from my luggage and it would be on. That didn't mean I forgot about Jazz and James. I'd most definitely be dealing with them later.