Reaching The Stars
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,558
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Her Celestial Body
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any songs or brands of liquor mentioned in this story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for reading, everyone, and doubly thanks to all who reviewed (you know who you are, people). Because of your requests for more, here's the second installment of Reaching The Stars.
Reaching The Stars
Chapter Two: Her Celestial Body
The sunlight shone in through the curtains, traveling over the dunes of tousled sheets. Jack was fast asleep as Christina stirred awake, her hair standing up in several places. She rubbed her head, confused as to her surroundings. As she laid herself back down, resting on his chest, she ran her fingertip aimlessly over his torso. He stirred slightly and moaned in his sleep, but her attention was focused instead on a fold of sheets over his hips that started to stand up.
She moved the sheets over, marveling at his erect penis. Glancing over at his still sleeping face, she grinned evilly. Taking his member in her hands, she began to gently rub him up and down. He groaned, as if in a dream, in reply, and she shuffled down to the foot of the bed. Bent down between his legs, she continued to pump away at him slowly, chancing to move her face lower and flick her tongue gently against his tip. His body tensed slightly, unconsciously enjoying her ministrations. Finding a moderate rhythm, she took his penis into her mouth while stroking him.
Jack sleepily shook his head and opened his eyes. As soon as he caught sight of a brunette with his cock in her mouth, he nearly jumped.
“Good morning,” she said teasingly, putting him back into her mouth. She started moaning and thrashing her head back and forth.
“Christina, what are you…” Tidal waves of pleasure from her movements forced him to lie back and accept her actions.
“What’s wrong, Jack?” she teased, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “Haven’t you always dreamt of waking up to a girl doing this to you?”
He nodded, powerless to fight her. She continued to bob her head up and down over his hips, stroking him as she flicked her tongue against him. She gripped the base of his shaft tightly and fondled his sack, rolling his balls in her hand.
He winced and groaned, feeling his impending climax. “Christina, I’m going to…”
As she nodded with her lips wrapped around the base of his member, humming an affirmation, his hips tightened and he felt himself explode inside her mouth. Her eyes opened wide for a brief moment and she almost coughed, but she steadied herself slowly and swallowed everything.
He sat up as she rested on her haunches. “Christina, are you all right?”
She smiled comfortably. “Relax, Jack.” She rubbed her neck. “I’ll admit, it was kind of uncomfortable…”
“You shouldn’t have done it,” he said quickly.
She kissed him on the cheek. “Jack, I wanted to do it for you.” She giggled. “Dancing with you last night, being with you…I feel as if I can do what I want and not care.”
He blushed. “Aren’t you being a bit overdramatic?”
She shook her head. “No, Jack. I’m not.” She looked over his shoulder at the digital clock on his nightstand. “Oh no! It’s eleven! I’m going to be late!”
“Late for what?” He rummaged around on the floor and piled her clothes up for her.
“I was supposed to meet Angela and Sarah for coffee and then we were supposed to go clothes shopping today!” She fumbled around to get her clothes on. “I’ve got to be there in an hour!”
Jack pursed his lips in thought as he put on a terry robe. “How about you take a quick shower here and get yourself straightened up? I’ll drive you over to the mall.”
* * * * *
Angela and Christina walked into the clothing shop, a light skip in Christina’s step.
“You know, Chrissy, there’s something different about you today,” Angela noted as her friend started to look at some t-shirts.
Christina didn’t even look to her friend. “What makes you say that, Angie?” She found a plum-colored shirt with no shoulders, tie-up short sleeves and a low collar. She turned and pressed the shirt up to her front. “What do you think?”
Angela nodded slowly, her face mixed with approval and surprise. “You know, that suits you perfectly.” She pressed a finger to her cheek in thought. “But you never buy anything like that, though.”
“I never had a need to,” Christina replied with a knowing grin.
Her friend looked at her, her face lighting up with revelation. “Oh my God! Don’t tell me you slept with Jack last night!”
She giggled and raised her eyebrows.
Angela threw her arms around Christina in a hug, jumping for joy. “Oh my God! We have to tell Sarah!” She got her cellphone out and was about to dial when Christina stopped her.
“Wait,” she said, “Let’s tell her when she meets us for coffee. I’ll tell you two everything.”
“Is there something I can help you with, ladies?” A store clerk overheard their joyous squealing and had come to investigate.
Christina nodded. “I’m looking for a pair of pants to go with this shirt.”
The clerk tilted his head. “Well, what exactly are you looking for?”
Christina took a step closer and whispered something in the clerk’s ear. As soon as she backed away, he blushed and started to scratch the back of his head.
“Oh…” He laughed nervously. “Yes, we have some pairs of those. If you ladies will follow me…”
“So spill, Chrissy,” Angela urged, “Are you going to see him again?”
Christina looked back at her and winked. “I said I’d tell you everything when we meet up with Sarah.”
* * * * *
“Here are your drinks, girls,” the waitress announced, bringing a tray with three steaming mugs. She set them down gently in front of her customers. “Two lattés for you, and a cappuccino for you.”
“Thanks a bunch, Gina,” Sarah said with a wink.
“Anytime, sweet cheeks,” the waitress said with a sly wink as she walked away.
“Don’t tell me you’ve slept with her,” Angela sighed.
Sarah smiled, baring her teeth. “Yeah, I have,” she replied, “and she’s great in bed.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “I thought I was bad.”
Sarah nudged Angela with an elbow. “Oh, we know you are, Angie, but I don’t restrict myself to just men.” She leaned in close to her friend. “Maybe you should sleep with me sometime and find out why I like sleeping with girls as much I do with guys.”
Christina reached over and gently slapped Sarah on the wrist. “Now, now, Sarah, let Angie make her own decisions, though I don’t doubt you could satisfy any man or woman.”
Sarah flashed her eyebrows and smirked. “Enough about me. What is it that’s got you two so excited?”
Angela started bouncing in her seat, but Christina shook her head and leaned in closer to Sarah.
“Chrissy spent the night at Jack’s place!” Angela blurted.
Sarah’s eyes widened, surprise brightening her features. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged uneasily. “I…slept with him.” She looked to Angela and to Sarah and leaned in even closer. “I even put his…you know…in my mouth, just this morning.”
Angela sat back in her chair, pressing her hand to her chest. “My God, Chrissy, you’re acting like Sarah on her first date.”
“So, was he big?”
Christina’s eyes widened at Sarah’s question, but nodded. “He felt…big,” was all she could muster.
“Are you seeing him again?” Angela asked, taking a sip of her latté.
Christina set her cappuccino down, licking the foam off her upper lip. “Yes. He asked me if I wanted to meet him at the Cosmos again tonight. He said he was expecting you two to be there, too.”
“Such a gentleman,” Sarah joked. “Do you think we could join you tonight, Chrissy?” She raised her eyebrows teasingly. “You know…”
Christina blushed. “I don’t know. He did say last night that he was serious…”
“But you’re the only one, to my knowledge, who’s bedded with him,” Sarah continued to tease. “I’m sure I’d love to give him a round or two, and so would Angie.”
Angela gently slapped Sarah on the shoulder. “Oh, leave her alone, Sarah. You just want him for his money.”
Christina regarded her friend. “What do you mean, money?”
Sarah laughed. “I’m just kidding, Chrissy. Sure, he’s rich, but seeing him dance with you last night made me wonder what I’m missing out on.”
Christina did a double take. “He’s rich?”
Angela nodded hastily. “Are you telling me you’ve never heard of the late multi-billionaire Kenneth Pembroke?”
Sarah laughed hysterically, watching as her baffled friend’s jaw drop.
“Are you telling me that Jack, the Jack I danced with, is related to Kenneth Pembroke?”
“Believe it, honey,” Sarah replied, wiping away tears between chuckles. “You just slept with a wallet bigger than my ego and my sex drive put together.”
“Oh my God,” Christina said to herself in a whisper. “He must think I might have slept with him because of his money.”
“And as luck would have it, you’re a closet skank,” Sarah teased. “I thought I was the only one that enjoyed wood in the morning.”
* * * * *
“Well, gentlemen, that’s all the time I have for today,” Jack announced, putting a small stack of papers into a folder. A page immediately walked over to him, took the folder from his hand and left the conference room with a bow. “I have a very important appointment this evening, and pardon my saying so, but sitting here for the rest of the evening ordering food and discussing business matters doesn’t sound very exciting.”
There was a general round of laughter from the older men seated around the long conference table.
“Of course, Mister Pembroke, you will consider us?” one of the middle-aged men inquired.
Jack turned to him. “Mister Yarris, forgive me if I sound a bit put off, but I have my people checking in on each and every one of your respective companies, and if I find that I like your people, we’ll work together to the benefit of everyone.”
Yarris nodded his head. “Of course.”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “Despite my youth, Mister Yarris, my uncle taught me the politics of the business world. I may be in my mid-twenties, but I’ve found that a little observation can go a very long way.”
Yarris nearly did a double take. “That sounded like a threat, Mister Pembroke.”
Jack kept a stoic face. “I was my uncle’s protégé, Mister Yarris.” He scanned the room. “Gentlemen, we’re dismissed. I’ll see you all again in a few days.”
In groups of two and three, the conference room cleared out, leaving Jack to himself. As he got up to leave, the page returned.
“The paperwork has already been sent in to your thinking caps, Mister Pembroke. Everything else is accounted for.”
“And the video of the entire conference?”
“Being observed as we speak, sir.”
Jack grinned and shook his head. “Sir? Mister Pembroke? You’re Jasmine Allsworth, right?”
She smiled and caught herself blushing. “Yes, sir.”
“Call me Jack, Jasmine.” He started to walk and motioned for her to follow. “Now, here’s a list of things I’m going to need by tomorrow at noon, Tuesday at three at the latest.”
Jasmine took the memo from his hand. “Jack, half of these things don’t have to be ready until the end of the week! We’ll be way ahead of schedule!”
Jack nodded. “I know. But this is what I would like done before Wednesday. Should everything go as planned, I’ll invite the entire floor to drinks at my club.”
Jasmine gasped. “Your…club?”
Jack grinned. “Yes, Jasmine, the Cosmos. Once everything that’s needed by the end of the week is done, we’ll have a big party to celebrate the weekend.” He winked. “You can bring Tyler Russell.”
“How do you know…?”
“My uncle never skipped a beat and he made sure that nothing goes on without his knowing,” Jack replied. “He offered enough over it to sacrifice that much.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got to keep an appointment.”
* * * * *
Sarah parked her convertible and waited as the top made its slow ascent to touch the windshield.
“Well, it’s almost seven o’clock,” Sarah noted, glancing at her watch. She looked up at her friends. “And might I say, Chrissy, what you bought today really brings you out.”
Christina blushed. “Thanks, Sarah.”
Angie tapped them both excitedly on their shoulders. “Look! That’s Jack’s car!”
Christina leaned over the dashboard to see a chrome-blue sports car zip down from the other end of the street and swerve right into a reserved parking space.
“Wow. He’s good,” Sarah quipped, nodding her assent at the skills of the driver.
As the door opened and the dust settled, an unfamiliar figure stepped out from the driver’s side. The three girls’ jaws dropped as they regarded Jack wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt, tight on the torso and loose at the sleeves. Their eyes kept for several seconds at his sculpted body and scanned his dark blue baggy jeans and black sandals. He wore jet-black Ray-Bans and had his hair spiked up.
He scanned the parking lot and noticed their car. With a simple wave of two fingers, he grinned and strode into the club, Harland bowing reverently as he moved the velvet rope aside for him.
“Wow,” Sarah said again, breaking the silence. “I have never seen him dress like that before, especially the pants.”
“As far as I know, he’s never had the need to,” Angie followed.
Christina shook her head, forcing herself out of her thoughts, and jumped out of the car, Angela and Sarah catching on and following close behind. The three of them walked up to the entrance and were stopped by the bouncer.
“I’mma need your names, ladies,” the ebon-skinned bouncer said in a baritone voice.
“We were here last night,” Angela blurted. “We’re good friends of Jack’s.”
Christina blushed. “I…” She looked to her friends for support, and Sarah urged her to go on.
“Hmm?” Harland looked towards Christina gently, expecting a reply.
“I was the one that ran out of the club with Jack last night,” she said sheepishly.
He kept his stoic expression. “Mister Pembroke was expecting you and your friends tonight.” He moved the velvet rope aside. “You three ladies have a good time.” With a similar reverence that was shown to Jack, he bowed and ushered the ladies past the velvet rope and opened the door for them, welcoming them in.
“Thank you,” Christina said shyly.
“It’s no problem at all, Christina,” the bouncer said with a warm smile and a wink.
Sarah grinned as she pushed Christina inside. Immediately the lights and Savage Garden’s Chained to You drove her senses into overdrive and she found herself once more drawn into the club, moving as if in a trance to the middle of the dance floor. The crowd seemed to part for her as she beheld Jack, his arm outstretched and offering his hand.
* * * * *
Angela and Sarah watched as Christina moved slowly towards Jack and took his hand.
“Wow,” Angela quipped simply, taking a sip of her margarita. “Who would’ve thought that those two would have hit it off so well?”
“Yeah. Both of them seemed so reserved and quiet.”
“Who are so reserved and quiet?”
The two girls looked up to see an olive-skinned blond young man.
“Well, well, look who’s back in town,” Sarah said, blatantly staring at the newcomer’s bare and oiled torso.
“Good to see you again, Ricky,” Angela said with a smile, patting the stool next to her. He took a seat and called for a whisky.
“Now, who was it you were referring to?”
Sarah tipped her head at the couple in the center of the dance floor, joined at the hip. Ricky tipped his glasses lower and stared in disbelief.
“Is that my cousin?”
Sarah nodded. “…Yup.”
“Wearing those pants?”
Angela and Sarah nodded in unison.
“Dancing?”
Angela nodded. “Mm-hmm” She took another sip of her margarita
“Dancing, like that, with…?”
The pair nodded once again, rolling their eyes with mock indifference.
* * * * *
…I feel the magic all around you
It’s bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe…
…I’ve got to be chained to you…
Christina felt as if what was unfolding around her was real. The crowd had moved further away from them, giving her and Jack more room to move and to get a better look at the sight they beheld. Her body moved of its own accord, and she knew that somehow Jack was leading her through it all. She felt powerless to stop the feelings that came to her with the song and his movements, but she knew deep down that she didn’t want to. She was at his mercy, and she embraced the sensation of powerlessness the melody of the song brought to her.
…We were standing all alone
You were leaning in to speak to me…
…Ten steps back you’re still a mystery…
The words once rang true to her once more as Jack took her into a spin. She knew nothing of Jack, of how he was related to the late Kenneth Pembroke, and what he did when he wasn’t serving drinks at the Cosmos.
…Acting like a mover shaker
Dancing to Madonna then you kissed me…
She smiled, recalling a different type of dance, and that it wasn’t Madonna that they were listening to. The memory of his movements, the heat from his body, how his hands were rough but moved smoothly over her skin…
…I can’t take anymore…
The memories snapped her nerve. She stopped thinking and embraced the tumult of emotion and raw passion as Jack held her at arm’s length, a gleam in his eye calling to the innermost part of her being, the part of her that surfaced only briefly earlier that morning in Jack’s apartment.
As Jack brought her body back to his, she wrapped her leg around his legs and pressed her lips to his own fiercely. She caught his gasp of surprise as her tongue invaded his mouth. She began to move her upper body seductively, crushing her breasts against his chest.
…Tell me it’s madness…
…I barely know you…
She lowered her body against his, so that her face hovered in front of his navel. She looked up at him hungrily.
…I feel the magic all around you…
It’s bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe…
…I’ve got to be chained to you…
It took her a while to realize that she was singing to him along with the song. It took her a minute or so longer to realize that the words rang true to her. She didn’t know what it was that drew her to him, but she knew it was something magical overpowering her. She knew she wouldn’t stop him, couldn’t stop him, even if he tried to do anything. All she wanted to do was be with him, and she knew just as much as he did that he felt the same. She could tell as much as he picked her up in his arms and gently strode out of the club towards his car, keeping his attention and his eyes focused entirely on her.
* * * * *
Jack didn’t know how much time had passed between leaving the Cosmos and returning to his apartment, nor did he care. All he cared about at that moment was Christina. He wanted her, she knew, and he knew that she felt the same. The way she forced him to lie down on the bed, the way she straddled his hips and lifted her plum-colored shirt, revealing no bra, nearly drove him into a fever pitch.
Blood drained from his face as she smiled teasingly, slowly undoing the knot on one side of her lace-up pants. His pants strained to keep his arousal in check as one side fell open, telling him she wore no panties underneath.
What have I done to deserve this? The question rang in his mind, wondering just how he managed to find a woman with physical needs as demanding as his own.
“Am I teasing you enough?” she asked.
He shook his head numbly. “Christina, if you need to ask, you’re not doing it well enough.”
She narrowed her eyes and grinned evilly as she slowly started to unravel the laces on the other leg. Before the clothing fell, though, she leaned down to kiss him feverishly.
“I want you, Jack,” she whispered. “I want to be yours.” She straightened up, revealing the neat triangle of pubic hair pointing downward.
Jack wasted no time in sitting up and showering kisses on the hollow of Christina’s throat and her chest. His hands were slow, teasingly slow, fighting the urge to throw her down onto his bed as he caressed her arms, legs, and breasts.
“Christina…” he whispered, gently bucking his hips against hers. She squealed in surprise, waves of pleasure coursing through her. She wrapped her arms around him to keep balance, pressing his upper body closer to her own and crushing his face between her breasts.
“Jack, stop,” she moaned. “You’re making me want it too much…”
He shook his head. “You started it, Christina. I want to savor this. I want it to be much more than last night.” He bucked once more a bit more forcefully.
“Jack!” She tightened her grip, almost on the precipice of an orgasm. She shook her head violently. “Whatever you want, please. I just want you to be with me. Just don’t make me wait.”
He ran his fingers down her back as he started to flick his tongue against one of her nipples. “Maybe that’s exactly what I intend to do,” he prodded. “I want you to need it from me. I want you to want me as much as I want it from you.” He looked up at her slyly. “I want you to either beg for release, or throw me down for it.”
A flicker in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Within seconds, he was thrown back onto his bed. His pants were undone and down to his knees before he even realized it.
“If that’s how we’re going to play,” she teased, positioned over him. She eased him into her, and her body tingled with the sensation of his penetration, gently contracting around his penis. “My God, Jack…”
He recovered faster from the shock and put his hands on her waist, thrusting his hips against hers. She squealed in surprise and lowered herself against him. He caught her in a kiss as he kept a firm grasp on her body, driving himself deeper into her.
“Let me look at you,” he whispered, breaking their kiss. He stopped just enough for her to nod and straighten up. She rose and fell against him, her cheeks a bright red.
“Jack, this feels so…” Her breath caught in her throat as he resumed his movements, drinking in the sight of her in ecstasy. She shook her head violently. “Jack, I can’t…I can’t come yet! Please stop! It’s too good…”
He disregarded her desperate pleas. “No, Christina. I want you to come now. I want to watch you come.”
“Jack, no!” Her pleas faded as the first powerful waves of her orgasm shook her to her core. She arched her back and threw her head back, calling his name over and over as her inner muscles clenched violently around him.
The satisfied smile on Jack’s face quickly faded as he reached his own climax. He drove his hips against hers and shot his seed deep into her, forcing another powerful wave of pleasure to course through her. He was breathless and drifting off when he felt her body go limp and fell against his, shivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm and her voice still whispering his name.
“…Jack…”
=[ End of Chapter Two ]=
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for reading, everyone, and doubly thanks to all who reviewed (you know who you are, people). Because of your requests for more, here's the second installment of Reaching The Stars.
Reaching The Stars
Chapter Two: Her Celestial Body
The sunlight shone in through the curtains, traveling over the dunes of tousled sheets. Jack was fast asleep as Christina stirred awake, her hair standing up in several places. She rubbed her head, confused as to her surroundings. As she laid herself back down, resting on his chest, she ran her fingertip aimlessly over his torso. He stirred slightly and moaned in his sleep, but her attention was focused instead on a fold of sheets over his hips that started to stand up.
She moved the sheets over, marveling at his erect penis. Glancing over at his still sleeping face, she grinned evilly. Taking his member in her hands, she began to gently rub him up and down. He groaned, as if in a dream, in reply, and she shuffled down to the foot of the bed. Bent down between his legs, she continued to pump away at him slowly, chancing to move her face lower and flick her tongue gently against his tip. His body tensed slightly, unconsciously enjoying her ministrations. Finding a moderate rhythm, she took his penis into her mouth while stroking him.
Jack sleepily shook his head and opened his eyes. As soon as he caught sight of a brunette with his cock in her mouth, he nearly jumped.
“Good morning,” she said teasingly, putting him back into her mouth. She started moaning and thrashing her head back and forth.
“Christina, what are you…” Tidal waves of pleasure from her movements forced him to lie back and accept her actions.
“What’s wrong, Jack?” she teased, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “Haven’t you always dreamt of waking up to a girl doing this to you?”
He nodded, powerless to fight her. She continued to bob her head up and down over his hips, stroking him as she flicked her tongue against him. She gripped the base of his shaft tightly and fondled his sack, rolling his balls in her hand.
He winced and groaned, feeling his impending climax. “Christina, I’m going to…”
As she nodded with her lips wrapped around the base of his member, humming an affirmation, his hips tightened and he felt himself explode inside her mouth. Her eyes opened wide for a brief moment and she almost coughed, but she steadied herself slowly and swallowed everything.
He sat up as she rested on her haunches. “Christina, are you all right?”
She smiled comfortably. “Relax, Jack.” She rubbed her neck. “I’ll admit, it was kind of uncomfortable…”
“You shouldn’t have done it,” he said quickly.
She kissed him on the cheek. “Jack, I wanted to do it for you.” She giggled. “Dancing with you last night, being with you…I feel as if I can do what I want and not care.”
He blushed. “Aren’t you being a bit overdramatic?”
She shook her head. “No, Jack. I’m not.” She looked over his shoulder at the digital clock on his nightstand. “Oh no! It’s eleven! I’m going to be late!”
“Late for what?” He rummaged around on the floor and piled her clothes up for her.
“I was supposed to meet Angela and Sarah for coffee and then we were supposed to go clothes shopping today!” She fumbled around to get her clothes on. “I’ve got to be there in an hour!”
Jack pursed his lips in thought as he put on a terry robe. “How about you take a quick shower here and get yourself straightened up? I’ll drive you over to the mall.”
* * * * *
Angela and Christina walked into the clothing shop, a light skip in Christina’s step.
“You know, Chrissy, there’s something different about you today,” Angela noted as her friend started to look at some t-shirts.
Christina didn’t even look to her friend. “What makes you say that, Angie?” She found a plum-colored shirt with no shoulders, tie-up short sleeves and a low collar. She turned and pressed the shirt up to her front. “What do you think?”
Angela nodded slowly, her face mixed with approval and surprise. “You know, that suits you perfectly.” She pressed a finger to her cheek in thought. “But you never buy anything like that, though.”
“I never had a need to,” Christina replied with a knowing grin.
Her friend looked at her, her face lighting up with revelation. “Oh my God! Don’t tell me you slept with Jack last night!”
She giggled and raised her eyebrows.
Angela threw her arms around Christina in a hug, jumping for joy. “Oh my God! We have to tell Sarah!” She got her cellphone out and was about to dial when Christina stopped her.
“Wait,” she said, “Let’s tell her when she meets us for coffee. I’ll tell you two everything.”
“Is there something I can help you with, ladies?” A store clerk overheard their joyous squealing and had come to investigate.
Christina nodded. “I’m looking for a pair of pants to go with this shirt.”
The clerk tilted his head. “Well, what exactly are you looking for?”
Christina took a step closer and whispered something in the clerk’s ear. As soon as she backed away, he blushed and started to scratch the back of his head.
“Oh…” He laughed nervously. “Yes, we have some pairs of those. If you ladies will follow me…”
“So spill, Chrissy,” Angela urged, “Are you going to see him again?”
Christina looked back at her and winked. “I said I’d tell you everything when we meet up with Sarah.”
* * * * *
“Here are your drinks, girls,” the waitress announced, bringing a tray with three steaming mugs. She set them down gently in front of her customers. “Two lattés for you, and a cappuccino for you.”
“Thanks a bunch, Gina,” Sarah said with a wink.
“Anytime, sweet cheeks,” the waitress said with a sly wink as she walked away.
“Don’t tell me you’ve slept with her,” Angela sighed.
Sarah smiled, baring her teeth. “Yeah, I have,” she replied, “and she’s great in bed.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “I thought I was bad.”
Sarah nudged Angela with an elbow. “Oh, we know you are, Angie, but I don’t restrict myself to just men.” She leaned in close to her friend. “Maybe you should sleep with me sometime and find out why I like sleeping with girls as much I do with guys.”
Christina reached over and gently slapped Sarah on the wrist. “Now, now, Sarah, let Angie make her own decisions, though I don’t doubt you could satisfy any man or woman.”
Sarah flashed her eyebrows and smirked. “Enough about me. What is it that’s got you two so excited?”
Angela started bouncing in her seat, but Christina shook her head and leaned in closer to Sarah.
“Chrissy spent the night at Jack’s place!” Angela blurted.
Sarah’s eyes widened, surprise brightening her features. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged uneasily. “I…slept with him.” She looked to Angela and to Sarah and leaned in even closer. “I even put his…you know…in my mouth, just this morning.”
Angela sat back in her chair, pressing her hand to her chest. “My God, Chrissy, you’re acting like Sarah on her first date.”
“So, was he big?”
Christina’s eyes widened at Sarah’s question, but nodded. “He felt…big,” was all she could muster.
“Are you seeing him again?” Angela asked, taking a sip of her latté.
Christina set her cappuccino down, licking the foam off her upper lip. “Yes. He asked me if I wanted to meet him at the Cosmos again tonight. He said he was expecting you two to be there, too.”
“Such a gentleman,” Sarah joked. “Do you think we could join you tonight, Chrissy?” She raised her eyebrows teasingly. “You know…”
Christina blushed. “I don’t know. He did say last night that he was serious…”
“But you’re the only one, to my knowledge, who’s bedded with him,” Sarah continued to tease. “I’m sure I’d love to give him a round or two, and so would Angie.”
Angela gently slapped Sarah on the shoulder. “Oh, leave her alone, Sarah. You just want him for his money.”
Christina regarded her friend. “What do you mean, money?”
Sarah laughed. “I’m just kidding, Chrissy. Sure, he’s rich, but seeing him dance with you last night made me wonder what I’m missing out on.”
Christina did a double take. “He’s rich?”
Angela nodded hastily. “Are you telling me you’ve never heard of the late multi-billionaire Kenneth Pembroke?”
Sarah laughed hysterically, watching as her baffled friend’s jaw drop.
“Are you telling me that Jack, the Jack I danced with, is related to Kenneth Pembroke?”
“Believe it, honey,” Sarah replied, wiping away tears between chuckles. “You just slept with a wallet bigger than my ego and my sex drive put together.”
“Oh my God,” Christina said to herself in a whisper. “He must think I might have slept with him because of his money.”
“And as luck would have it, you’re a closet skank,” Sarah teased. “I thought I was the only one that enjoyed wood in the morning.”
* * * * *
“Well, gentlemen, that’s all the time I have for today,” Jack announced, putting a small stack of papers into a folder. A page immediately walked over to him, took the folder from his hand and left the conference room with a bow. “I have a very important appointment this evening, and pardon my saying so, but sitting here for the rest of the evening ordering food and discussing business matters doesn’t sound very exciting.”
There was a general round of laughter from the older men seated around the long conference table.
“Of course, Mister Pembroke, you will consider us?” one of the middle-aged men inquired.
Jack turned to him. “Mister Yarris, forgive me if I sound a bit put off, but I have my people checking in on each and every one of your respective companies, and if I find that I like your people, we’ll work together to the benefit of everyone.”
Yarris nodded his head. “Of course.”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “Despite my youth, Mister Yarris, my uncle taught me the politics of the business world. I may be in my mid-twenties, but I’ve found that a little observation can go a very long way.”
Yarris nearly did a double take. “That sounded like a threat, Mister Pembroke.”
Jack kept a stoic face. “I was my uncle’s protégé, Mister Yarris.” He scanned the room. “Gentlemen, we’re dismissed. I’ll see you all again in a few days.”
In groups of two and three, the conference room cleared out, leaving Jack to himself. As he got up to leave, the page returned.
“The paperwork has already been sent in to your thinking caps, Mister Pembroke. Everything else is accounted for.”
“And the video of the entire conference?”
“Being observed as we speak, sir.”
Jack grinned and shook his head. “Sir? Mister Pembroke? You’re Jasmine Allsworth, right?”
She smiled and caught herself blushing. “Yes, sir.”
“Call me Jack, Jasmine.” He started to walk and motioned for her to follow. “Now, here’s a list of things I’m going to need by tomorrow at noon, Tuesday at three at the latest.”
Jasmine took the memo from his hand. “Jack, half of these things don’t have to be ready until the end of the week! We’ll be way ahead of schedule!”
Jack nodded. “I know. But this is what I would like done before Wednesday. Should everything go as planned, I’ll invite the entire floor to drinks at my club.”
Jasmine gasped. “Your…club?”
Jack grinned. “Yes, Jasmine, the Cosmos. Once everything that’s needed by the end of the week is done, we’ll have a big party to celebrate the weekend.” He winked. “You can bring Tyler Russell.”
“How do you know…?”
“My uncle never skipped a beat and he made sure that nothing goes on without his knowing,” Jack replied. “He offered enough over it to sacrifice that much.” He looked at his watch. “I’ve got to keep an appointment.”
* * * * *
Sarah parked her convertible and waited as the top made its slow ascent to touch the windshield.
“Well, it’s almost seven o’clock,” Sarah noted, glancing at her watch. She looked up at her friends. “And might I say, Chrissy, what you bought today really brings you out.”
Christina blushed. “Thanks, Sarah.”
Angie tapped them both excitedly on their shoulders. “Look! That’s Jack’s car!”
Christina leaned over the dashboard to see a chrome-blue sports car zip down from the other end of the street and swerve right into a reserved parking space.
“Wow. He’s good,” Sarah quipped, nodding her assent at the skills of the driver.
As the door opened and the dust settled, an unfamiliar figure stepped out from the driver’s side. The three girls’ jaws dropped as they regarded Jack wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt, tight on the torso and loose at the sleeves. Their eyes kept for several seconds at his sculpted body and scanned his dark blue baggy jeans and black sandals. He wore jet-black Ray-Bans and had his hair spiked up.
He scanned the parking lot and noticed their car. With a simple wave of two fingers, he grinned and strode into the club, Harland bowing reverently as he moved the velvet rope aside for him.
“Wow,” Sarah said again, breaking the silence. “I have never seen him dress like that before, especially the pants.”
“As far as I know, he’s never had the need to,” Angie followed.
Christina shook her head, forcing herself out of her thoughts, and jumped out of the car, Angela and Sarah catching on and following close behind. The three of them walked up to the entrance and were stopped by the bouncer.
“I’mma need your names, ladies,” the ebon-skinned bouncer said in a baritone voice.
“We were here last night,” Angela blurted. “We’re good friends of Jack’s.”
Christina blushed. “I…” She looked to her friends for support, and Sarah urged her to go on.
“Hmm?” Harland looked towards Christina gently, expecting a reply.
“I was the one that ran out of the club with Jack last night,” she said sheepishly.
He kept his stoic expression. “Mister Pembroke was expecting you and your friends tonight.” He moved the velvet rope aside. “You three ladies have a good time.” With a similar reverence that was shown to Jack, he bowed and ushered the ladies past the velvet rope and opened the door for them, welcoming them in.
“Thank you,” Christina said shyly.
“It’s no problem at all, Christina,” the bouncer said with a warm smile and a wink.
Sarah grinned as she pushed Christina inside. Immediately the lights and Savage Garden’s Chained to You drove her senses into overdrive and she found herself once more drawn into the club, moving as if in a trance to the middle of the dance floor. The crowd seemed to part for her as she beheld Jack, his arm outstretched and offering his hand.
* * * * *
Angela and Sarah watched as Christina moved slowly towards Jack and took his hand.
“Wow,” Angela quipped simply, taking a sip of her margarita. “Who would’ve thought that those two would have hit it off so well?”
“Yeah. Both of them seemed so reserved and quiet.”
“Who are so reserved and quiet?”
The two girls looked up to see an olive-skinned blond young man.
“Well, well, look who’s back in town,” Sarah said, blatantly staring at the newcomer’s bare and oiled torso.
“Good to see you again, Ricky,” Angela said with a smile, patting the stool next to her. He took a seat and called for a whisky.
“Now, who was it you were referring to?”
Sarah tipped her head at the couple in the center of the dance floor, joined at the hip. Ricky tipped his glasses lower and stared in disbelief.
“Is that my cousin?”
Sarah nodded. “…Yup.”
“Wearing those pants?”
Angela and Sarah nodded in unison.
“Dancing?”
Angela nodded. “Mm-hmm” She took another sip of her margarita
“Dancing, like that, with…?”
The pair nodded once again, rolling their eyes with mock indifference.
* * * * *
…I feel the magic all around you
It’s bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe…
…I’ve got to be chained to you…
Christina felt as if what was unfolding around her was real. The crowd had moved further away from them, giving her and Jack more room to move and to get a better look at the sight they beheld. Her body moved of its own accord, and she knew that somehow Jack was leading her through it all. She felt powerless to stop the feelings that came to her with the song and his movements, but she knew deep down that she didn’t want to. She was at his mercy, and she embraced the sensation of powerlessness the melody of the song brought to her.
…We were standing all alone
You were leaning in to speak to me…
…Ten steps back you’re still a mystery…
The words once rang true to her once more as Jack took her into a spin. She knew nothing of Jack, of how he was related to the late Kenneth Pembroke, and what he did when he wasn’t serving drinks at the Cosmos.
…Acting like a mover shaker
Dancing to Madonna then you kissed me…
She smiled, recalling a different type of dance, and that it wasn’t Madonna that they were listening to. The memory of his movements, the heat from his body, how his hands were rough but moved smoothly over her skin…
…I can’t take anymore…
The memories snapped her nerve. She stopped thinking and embraced the tumult of emotion and raw passion as Jack held her at arm’s length, a gleam in his eye calling to the innermost part of her being, the part of her that surfaced only briefly earlier that morning in Jack’s apartment.
As Jack brought her body back to his, she wrapped her leg around his legs and pressed her lips to his own fiercely. She caught his gasp of surprise as her tongue invaded his mouth. She began to move her upper body seductively, crushing her breasts against his chest.
…Tell me it’s madness…
…I barely know you…
She lowered her body against his, so that her face hovered in front of his navel. She looked up at him hungrily.
…I feel the magic all around you…
It’s bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe…
…I’ve got to be chained to you…
It took her a while to realize that she was singing to him along with the song. It took her a minute or so longer to realize that the words rang true to her. She didn’t know what it was that drew her to him, but she knew it was something magical overpowering her. She knew she wouldn’t stop him, couldn’t stop him, even if he tried to do anything. All she wanted to do was be with him, and she knew just as much as he did that he felt the same. She could tell as much as he picked her up in his arms and gently strode out of the club towards his car, keeping his attention and his eyes focused entirely on her.
* * * * *
Jack didn’t know how much time had passed between leaving the Cosmos and returning to his apartment, nor did he care. All he cared about at that moment was Christina. He wanted her, she knew, and he knew that she felt the same. The way she forced him to lie down on the bed, the way she straddled his hips and lifted her plum-colored shirt, revealing no bra, nearly drove him into a fever pitch.
Blood drained from his face as she smiled teasingly, slowly undoing the knot on one side of her lace-up pants. His pants strained to keep his arousal in check as one side fell open, telling him she wore no panties underneath.
What have I done to deserve this? The question rang in his mind, wondering just how he managed to find a woman with physical needs as demanding as his own.
“Am I teasing you enough?” she asked.
He shook his head numbly. “Christina, if you need to ask, you’re not doing it well enough.”
She narrowed her eyes and grinned evilly as she slowly started to unravel the laces on the other leg. Before the clothing fell, though, she leaned down to kiss him feverishly.
“I want you, Jack,” she whispered. “I want to be yours.” She straightened up, revealing the neat triangle of pubic hair pointing downward.
Jack wasted no time in sitting up and showering kisses on the hollow of Christina’s throat and her chest. His hands were slow, teasingly slow, fighting the urge to throw her down onto his bed as he caressed her arms, legs, and breasts.
“Christina…” he whispered, gently bucking his hips against hers. She squealed in surprise, waves of pleasure coursing through her. She wrapped her arms around him to keep balance, pressing his upper body closer to her own and crushing his face between her breasts.
“Jack, stop,” she moaned. “You’re making me want it too much…”
He shook his head. “You started it, Christina. I want to savor this. I want it to be much more than last night.” He bucked once more a bit more forcefully.
“Jack!” She tightened her grip, almost on the precipice of an orgasm. She shook her head violently. “Whatever you want, please. I just want you to be with me. Just don’t make me wait.”
He ran his fingers down her back as he started to flick his tongue against one of her nipples. “Maybe that’s exactly what I intend to do,” he prodded. “I want you to need it from me. I want you to want me as much as I want it from you.” He looked up at her slyly. “I want you to either beg for release, or throw me down for it.”
A flicker in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Within seconds, he was thrown back onto his bed. His pants were undone and down to his knees before he even realized it.
“If that’s how we’re going to play,” she teased, positioned over him. She eased him into her, and her body tingled with the sensation of his penetration, gently contracting around his penis. “My God, Jack…”
He recovered faster from the shock and put his hands on her waist, thrusting his hips against hers. She squealed in surprise and lowered herself against him. He caught her in a kiss as he kept a firm grasp on her body, driving himself deeper into her.
“Let me look at you,” he whispered, breaking their kiss. He stopped just enough for her to nod and straighten up. She rose and fell against him, her cheeks a bright red.
“Jack, this feels so…” Her breath caught in her throat as he resumed his movements, drinking in the sight of her in ecstasy. She shook her head violently. “Jack, I can’t…I can’t come yet! Please stop! It’s too good…”
He disregarded her desperate pleas. “No, Christina. I want you to come now. I want to watch you come.”
“Jack, no!” Her pleas faded as the first powerful waves of her orgasm shook her to her core. She arched her back and threw her head back, calling his name over and over as her inner muscles clenched violently around him.
The satisfied smile on Jack’s face quickly faded as he reached his own climax. He drove his hips against hers and shot his seed deep into her, forcing another powerful wave of pleasure to course through her. He was breathless and drifting off when he felt her body go limp and fell against his, shivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm and her voice still whispering his name.
“…Jack…”
=[ End of Chapter Two ]=