You guys just don't give up, do you?! *grin*
"Me"
I have no recollection of how we managed to escape his duties at the press party, but I'm fairly certain it had something to do with the look on his face - something akin to demon possession - and I only prayed we'd actually make it home before he felt the need to actually excorcise them.
Because I planned to help him every step of the way.
"Him"
Un-fucking-believable. We made it. Even Kev had sense enough to move out of my way. It was so damn surreal ... kinda like the parting of the red sea in "The Ten Commandments". You know, in slow motion? Everyone just moved back and let us through. It was a damn good thing, or they might have been the first to watch a world premiere ... me fucking the daylights out of my girl on the middle of the buffet table. There wasn't a car in the world that could get us home fast enough.
"Me"
I don't think I've ever blushed so much in my entire life. I mean, all the guys know what it's like to be young and in lust, but I'm positive that most of the other official-types that were there that night were scandalized. I had to giggle at the comment he made under his breath as we passed the buffet table and I prayed that no one *else* heard. I have my suspicions about Howie, though. There's no way that he coincidentally choked on his drink right at that very instant.
"Him"
The elevator doors closed, and not a minute too soon. Before we could even push the button for the ground floor I had her backed up against the side wall, my tongue in her throat, my hips holding her immobile. I rocked against her and it felt so damn good it hurt. Running my hand up her leg, I proved my earlier theory ... all there was was skin. Hot, moist skin, and I groaned against her mouth.
"Me"
Ohmygod ... his hand was under my skirt, kneading the flesh on my bottom and the sound he made was delicious. I love doing this to him and the feeling of power is so incredible. I reached between us to stroke him through his jeans and I don't think I've ever felt him that hard before. Slowly the lights on the control panel monitored our descent and I pushed him away. No, I'm not crazy, I just didn't want pictures of this particular encounter splashed all over the morning papers in my home town. Straightening my dress and smoothing my hair I grabbed for his hand. It would have to be my lifeline for the time being.
"Him"
How the hell does she do that? One minute she has me in a twist, damn close to creaming in my new designer jeans, and the next she's leading me through the lobby of the Hilton, smiling politely at anyone who manages to look my way. Shit, I can't even form coherent words to hand over my keys to the valet. Maybe I should let her drive, too. The condition I'm in I'd probably wreck the car and miss out on possibly the best fuck of my life.
"Me"
Yes, I drove home. Poor baby, he looked totally swamped and I wasn't really sure he even knew what planet we were on. Three blocks into the drive he put his hand on my thigh and I swerved into oncoming traffic. I shot him a look that said *touch me again and you're a dead man* so he kept to his side of the car for the remainder of the drive home. Every so often I glanced over at him, and he had this expression on his face ... you know, the way he looks in the car in the new video? Time to find a shortcut.
"Him"
Yes. We're home and it's about damned time. Any other time this would be funny, but it took us three tries to uncode the alarm system before finally getting the right sequence of numbers. I lock the door behind us, her hand clasped firmly in mine, and pull her into the front foyer. I can feel her tugging at my jacket, but I have more important things on my mind than undressing. I manage to rid her of her wrap slowly, just long enough to drink in the sight. God, she's beautiful. Her hair is a mess and her mouth is bruised and swollen from our elevator encounter. Her eyes are dark with passion and she whispers my name.
"Me"
Ohmygod, I beg for mercy, please just put an end to this ... And God is good. His fingers gently lift the straps from my shoulders and pull them down my arms with musical precision, as if he has been rehearsing this for days. The fabric catches against my nipples on its path to the floor and he licks his lips in anticipation. Goosebumps break out on my skin and I want his mouth on me. Now.
"Him"
I tug at her dress and finally it falls to the floor and she is stark naked in my hallway. And I'm totally dressed. Life is good. Just when I think her body is ripe for me, I see her breasts swell and her rosy nipples harden even more. This has to be what she sees when she watches me get hard. Man, what a turn on. As the song says, let's get on with the show.
"Me"
I'm so pathetic. I'm at his mercy and all he does is look at me. Touch me. For God's sake, say something ... touch me ... And then he dips his head to my neck, ohgod the place he knows drives me wild, and licks me from my shoulder to my ear and back again. And just when I think I will die from it all he slides his hands beneath my breasts and cups them, testing their weight. His hands, God how I love his hands. His fingers are strong and long and gentle when they need to be, and rough when *I* need them to be. He thumbs the peaks and I feel it all the way to my center which is throbbing with anticipation. Raising his head, he looks into my eyes ...
"Him"
I look into her eyes and see the desperation there and take pity on her. Brushing my lips over hers, I bend my head to take a breast into my mouth. I suck greedily, tonguing the nipple all the while and I am almost afraid I'm too rough, but we both know the time for gentle foreplay is long past. Hell, we've just spent the last two hours engaged in very public foreplay. Time to rock and roll.
"Me"
Shoot me now. Just put me out of my misery. This has to be the most incredible sex of my life and he's not even inside me yet. If this is my punishment for something evil I've done, may I never be reformed. Oh mercy, he's switched sides and my right breast is getting equal time. Did I mention that he's still fully clothed? God this is decadent. I have to touch him. I NEED to touch him, this is so unfair, my hands need something to do besides hold his head against me while I mumble incoherently. I reach for the snap at his waist, but his hands are already there, freeing himself. He pushes his jeans to the floor as I reach for the waistband of his boxers and ... holy hell! This is a day for fantasies to come true, he's wearing nothing beneath those damn jeans.
"Him"
I love throwing her off base like this. I knew the exact moment she realized I was boxer-less. Her eyes widened and the sound she made was, well, interesting. And then she touched me. Oh Jesus, her hand wrapped around me and I throbbed and I knew I was not long for this world. She gripped me firmly and began pumping me and I'm pretty damn sure my eyes rolled all the way back in my head. I broke out into a cold sweat and the contrast of the cool air in the house and her hot hand was indescribable. Time to finish this off before I died of heart failure.
"Me"
I have no idea how it happened. I mean, yeah, I *do*, but before I could even think any further, the mail was swept off the antique table against the wall and the priceless vase next to it almost met the same fate. He spun me around, bending me over the table for support and then he was in me. Ohhh, no warning at all, he was just *there* and it was amazing. He fit so perfectly and I was so ready and I knew it would be over in a matter of seconds, but I didn't give a damn. This was exactly what we both needed. There would be time later for slow and easy.
"Him"
Holy Mother of God. She fit me like a glove. Hot? Wet? Doesn't even begin to describe this. I slid into her and I swear I've never been deeper and I began to shake. If she's looking for a long ride this time around, she's going to be sadly disappointed. But she moves against me and I hear her beg for release. No problem. As if she thinks I can fucking wait any longer? No way in hell. Harder and faster ... and faster .... and then ...
"Me"
Ooohhhh ... I wail into the night. He slams against me one last time and I'm gone. I explode around him, my body clenching against his hardness. Somewhere, outside the pounding in my brain, I hear him yell my name as he buries himself in me floods me. He bends over my back, gasping for breath and I feel him shaking. Oh God, what have I done to him? And then it occurs to me that he is laughing. Laughing? What the hell?!
"Him"
God, life is perverse and twisted sometimes. Here I am, buried to the hilt in heaven and I'm losing it. I know she thinks I'm a Class 1 ass, but I can't help it. All I can do is point to the mail on the floor and shake uncontrollably against her back. I can tell she's read it when she begins to giggle. It's going to be a busy week.
*The Postcard In The Mail*
Dear Nick,
Just a note to let you know you're signed for another press party this Friday night. Be there, be your usual charming self. Bring a date.
Here we go again ....
2-19-01