| Sunset Strip |
| He rubbed at his gritty eyes, the smoke filling his lungs with a burn. He reached for the grubby glass before him, swallowing the last gulp of Jack Daniels quickly. He banged the glass on the bar, gaining the bartenders attention.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" She asked with a bored sigh. He shook his head, regreting when he did. He sucked in another drag off his ciggarette, letting it back out slowly as he watched her pour him another round. "Feeling sorry for yourself?" She guessed as she set the glass before him. He only shrugged. The bar was nearly empty, being too early really for anyone to start drinking... unless they were there to get drunk to forget about their life for a while. Like he was. Where the hell had it all gone wrong? It was the only question that kept returning to him time and time again. Why? That was the other question he'd kept asking himself. She'd refused to have sex with him for the past two years. Claims of pain after the complications with the emergency C-section she had for Katrina were her excuse. Why then would she leave him for another man? Didn't he give her everything? Didn't he do everything for her? Didn't she love him? He still loved her... at least, he thought he did. After all, she was the mother of his children. The woman he'd spent the past fourteen years with. The only friend he thought he had when the chips were down. Apparently, he was wrong. He swallowed the whole glass of firey whiskey and banged it again upon the bar. This time the dark beauty behind the bar refused to fill it. "Nope. I can't in all good conciousness let you have any more. You're gonna get alcohol poisoning. I doubt ya can stand up right now either." She baited. He shook his head painfully as he pushed himself away from the bar and raised his lanky frame. Then promptly fell to the floor. "Told ya." She said to herself as she rounded the bar to pick up the unconcious drunk. She gave a sharp whistle and a large man with head full of blonde curls looked up quickly from his card game with a random old codger. Nelson was his name, and he helped out at the Black Boar Inn. It was the least he could do for the room and board Cherice doled out so charitably. He lumbered over to the tall woman standing over the man on the floor. He knew the drill and wasted no time on formalities. Slinging the stranger over his shoulder, he headed for the back stairs, Cherice following him. "Angus! Bar!" She barked out on her way up the steps without a backward glance. This was a familiar senario in her line of work. Something she never really had thought about when she bought the Black Boar Inn. She really had just wanted a place where she could have a quieter life. Not mistaken in that, she still had these little 'bumps' in her day to day that made life interesting. Sighing boredly she opened the door to the smallest room of the inn, the one she left empty most of the time for those that just needed to sleep it off. She brought the room to little life with the dim light overhead. Nelson waited patiently while she readied the room. No exertion on his part, the man may have been near as tall as himself, but he was rail thin. He watched in silence as Cherice stripped the good linens from the bed to replace it with dark scruffy looking flanels and an old worn quilt. As she went to get a basin from the bath down the hall, Nelson laid the man down, none too gently. Why coddle the bloke when he wasn't feeling any pain? After cracking the window open, he headed back down the stair, meeting Cherice on the way. "Thank you Nelson. Pour yourself another pint on me." She directed as she headed back into the little room to tend the stranger. "Much obliged Mum." Nelson tipped his head with a grin. She grined back and playfully smacked his thick shoulder, shoving him away from her. "Go. If I need help I'll give a shout." She promised. He nodded and pounded down the stairs. Quietly she closed the door behind herself and laid the basin on the bedside table. She hung the towel she'd brought with her as she took the pitcher of water from the basin and set it beside the glass left in the room. Turning she sighed to herself. A pitiful sight he was. Such a beautiful man wasteing away his life on drink. She summised something must have been really bothering him. He looked familiar to her, but she just couldn't place his face into the puzzle of her memory. She supposed when he sobered up she'd ask him if he'd ever vacationed in the area before. After all, she was once a stranger to the little hamlet at one time herself. Falling in love with the picturesque surroundings and antiquated life, she settled in and bought the Black Boar Inn. She smiled as she remembered how she was expecting a lot of uproar from the community at her purchase of the Black Boar. What with her being a woman and all, not to mention being black. But the warm hospitality she'd enjoyed as a tourist, had carried over into her decision to live there. The people were a surprize, but really, they were what was makeing her stay. Perhaps that was why she was so charitable to all that passed under the mantle of her humble establishment. She smiled gently as she removed the drunkards shoes. Expensive and far too flashy for these parts. He had to be a tourist. She let them fall with a thunk to the floor. Next she moved back up and lay her hands on the strangers buckle. She gave a quick glance to his face, makeing sure he was out before she violated his privacy. Yes, still out... and still beautiful. How often did one come across a man that was beautiful? Not often she guessed. She couldn't really remember ever doing so before. Certainly she'd seen her share of handsome men. All with a rugged air about them. This man was different. He was beautiful. Not just pretty, like some prissy poppinjay. He was naturally beautiful. Like a fallen angel. Even in his inebriated state. He was the personification of gorgeous. She made quick work of his belt and opened his jeans as she blatently stared at his face while he slumbered. It was amazing how most people looked like death is waiting on their doorstep when they are in the state he was currently in. Yet he managed to look... nothing short of breath takeing! Her eyes traveled over his features as she moved back to the foot of the bed. She bent forward and reached for the cuffs of his jeans, yanking them toward her as she studied him, wondering what he was doing in a little place like hers when he so clearly was most likely used to the high life and places on sunset strip. His clothes were not those of a mere business man on vacation. He was different somehow, she just couldn't put her finger on it. Shakeing her head, she sighed, laying his jeans on a chair near the bed and then placed the key in the lock of the door. One last look to him and she turned out the light, shutting the door behind herself. She quietly entered the bar below, once more takeing up her place behind the polished mahogany surface. ********** Sometime in the darkened night, he woke, head splitting and haveing to piss like a rushing race horse. He groaned, knowing that it was going to hurt like a muther to get out of bed. Bed? How had he gotten there? He didn't know and at the moment he didn't care. He tossed back the quilt and immediately felt the chill of night air attack him. Gingerly he sat up, the room spinning. He could hear muffled noise below him, like a television left on far too loud. He tried to ignore it and pulled himself up shakeily. His vision blurry and the room dark, he had no hope of knowing where he was or where he was headed. He turned toward what looked to be the only door out and took a tenative step. Satisfied he wasn't going to fall on his ass or pass out, he took it easy, though still trying to hurry for the sake of his screaming bladder. He pulled at the door, locked. He felt about, finding the key and turned it quickly letting himself out. Instantly he was assaulted by the bright light in a narrow low ceilinged hall. He was clueless as to where he was. But, that was something he was used to. He looked at it like a hazzard of his job. He never knew where he was in the world. That's why he relied on others to get him from point a to point b. Familiar with his sense of losing himself... often... he headed down the hall unconcerned, in search of a bathroom. Thankfully there was one just down the hall and he relieved himself immediately upon arrival. He washed his hands and splashed some water on his face. Looking up into the tiny mirror above the sink he thought to himself. He knew he felt like shit, and apparently, he looked like shit too. He promised to never drink like that again. Then again, how often does one's wife leave you and take the kids when you're not even on the same continent?! He broke down crying, remembering once again the reason why he'd drank himself unconcious. The pain was a heavy burdon, crushing him like an unbearable weight. He just wanted to disappear into himself. He leaned against the wall, sliding down like his tears. He felt guilty, maybe it was something he did... or something he wasn't doing... he was being driven crazy with the thoughts swirling around him, sucking him down the drain of dispair. He was a broken man... who would be there to pick up the pieces and help him become whole again now that she was gone... he had nobody. His life was shattered and gone. He sat there and cried, his forehead pressed against the cool porcelain of the old pedastle sink. Long past had the muffled chaos below him subsided before he regained his composure some. He wiped his tearstreaked face on his dirty t-shirt and sniffled. He stiffly climbed to his feet and avoided looking in the mirror as he washed his face again then slowly made his way back to the room he'd found himself in to begin with. A sob caught in his throat as he quietly shut the door behind himself. He leaned against the cold door, fighting back the tears that were threatening to flood again. A cold draft blew over his bare legs and he realized that the window was open a crack. He went over to close it and looked down upon the very car he'd been driving, parked just off to the side. He shook his head, confused as to what had happened to him, but hopeing he hadn't been drinking and driving. His head was pounding like a sonic boom now. He just wanted it to go away, for all the pain to stop and go away... all of the pain. He rubbed his eyes and schlept back to the bed he was occuping for the night. Was that to be his life from now on? Going from borrowed bed to borrowed bed? He knew he'd never be able to live in the house he'd had built for them. No, never again. At the moment he was doubtful he'd even be able to go back to get his belongings, let alone live there. He strangled a sob and curled himself into a ball under the quilt. His life as he had known it... was over. ********** Morning dawned... and he slept on. Noon rolled around... and he slept on. Evening crept in... and he woke with a start. He had no idea of where he was, what time it was or even what day it was. He was a wreck. He did however remember all too painfully the voicemail he'd recieved that brought him to this crossroads in his life. Her short snippy announcement ringing in his ears still. 'I'm leaving you for another man and I'm takeing the kids. I've filed for divorce. I don't want to fight you for custody, I'm willing to share, but until you come off tour, I think it best if you don't try to see them. They need time to adjust. Call my cell if you want to talk to them, just remember, your calls will be monitored, so watch what you say. I'm not trying to make this difficult, I'm just covering my ass. My lawyer will get a hold of you with the details. Good bye Taylor.' He remembered standing there in disbelief, stareing at the little black phone in his hand as if it were evil incarnate. She hadn't even given him a chance to say anything. She just ripped his heart out and hung up as if it were a daily occurance for her. Just like that. He too remembered errupting uncharacteristicly. A scream of rage and frusteration bubbling up from the depths of him as he whipped his phone at the wall. In his memory he could see it in slow motion as it hurtled seemingly in slow motion, smashing into the wall and shattering into a million pieces. Very like his life. He did remember storming out of his hotel room, pushing aside his younger brother on his way out, listening to his older brothers pleas as he left them behind. He just needed to be alone. He needed some time to think and clear his head. He remembered takeing one of the rental cars from the hotel parking lot, squeeling tires and the roar of the engine announceing his departure. He drove. Just drove. No thought as to where he was going or where he'd been. He just needed that space away from his day to day chaos. He knew he was holding up the tour. He knew too that there would be hell to pay, but allowances had to be made. Life did not go accordingly. Life was messy. And for him, it felt like it was ending. He really couldn't think about preforming when his world was just turned upside down. He needed a few days. He knew his brothers would give him a few days and make something up about him needing to take a break for medical reasons so he could have some time to himself... but too he knew he had to call them. They must be worried sick about him. He climbed from the bed and crawled back into his jeans as he resolved to find a phone. He felt grubby, like he'd been camping. He definately needed a shower and a clean change of clothes. And he definately needed some answers. He'd been on the brink of a nervous breakdown... and been hauled back by some unseen hand. He realized that now it was time to get on with his life, try to pick up the broken pieces and rearrange them into some semblance of the reality he once knew. He wasn't afforded a great deal of time, he knew that. As he sat there feeling sorry for himself, he knew money was going down the drain in lost shows. But more importantly... he was disappointing fans. And that was something he just didn't have the heart to do. Without them, where would he be? Without them, he wouldn't be allowed to enjoy the career he and his brothers had built. His passion for music was what drove him, and it was only now that he was seeing that. As a matter of fact, the more he pondered it as he put his shoes back on, the more he realized a lot of things. It was as if he was seeing the world through new eyes. He was seeing things now that he just hadn't known were there before. Like how his brothers always let him take the lead and run with it when he had a mind to. Like how his fans were like family to him. Like how much he'd been missing his children, and realizing his wife had been manipulating him for a long time now. Like how he he had been naieve in thinking there was nothing that could be done to repair the rift between he and his wife as it grew and grew. How he wasn't getting any younger, and there were still so many things he wanted to do in his life. It was time for him to stop being... and start to live again! He found the bathroom again, and tried his best to look presentable. He knew that was a lost cause. Then he found the stairs and took them tenatively, not knowing what to expect. He was relieved to find himself back in the same room where he remembered sitting at the bar, pouring poison down his throat to drown his woes. He looked around, the room inviting and the few patrons quiet and keeping to themselves. Then he cast his glance in the direction of the bar, stopping to take in the beauty sat behind it. He remembered her from before. He also remembered how he'd watched her from the corner of his eye as he drank himself into a stupor. He found himself very attracted to her, though at the time he felt he didn't have the right to be. Even if he'd not had the heart before to flirt with her, he didn't see why he shouldn't now. He tried on his best smile and sauntered right up to her. "Hey! I was wonderng if you could help me." He smoothed in her direction. She looked to him with interest, her dark eyes takeing him in a moment before she spoke. "What can I do for you sir?" She gave back. His smile broadened. "I'm guessing you're not from around here." He grinned. She smiled back, her eyes flicking over his face as she shook her head. "Delaware actually." She answered. "Thought so." He nodded. "Say, can you tell me where I can find a phone and who I see about paying my tab?" He asked sweetly, leaning on the bar. He could smell her perfume and it enticed him. She smiled sweetly up at him and stood. He looked up to her, then stood again, his fingers unconciously tapping on the edge of the bar. It had been a long time since he'd laid the charm on a woman. Hell, it had been a long time since he'd even been with a woman. A new thought came to him as he watched her round the bar, the curve of her hips hypnotizing to him as she passed him by, her finger crooked in signal for him to follow her. He was a free man now. He didn't have to reprimand himself for looking... or doing anything else for that matter. The prospect of actually haveing the freedom to do what he wanted was thrilling yes, but not as good as the thought of being with a woman again. He was haveing a hard time controling himself now that he knew he didn't have to. It was like letting lightning out of a bottle. He willingly followed the silent beauty, his eyes dropping to her pert backside. He couldn't help the smirking grin. They stopped at a door near the other end of the bar and she turned. Quickly he looked up, a trace of his grin still in place. Her smile was slightly knowing as she adressed him. "You can use the phone in my office, I'm assuming it's long distance, I'll just add it to your tab." She explained. He grinned wider. "You got it boss." He quiped and she laughed lightly as she opened the door for him and stepped aside. He nodded in thanks and passed her by, her perfume reaching out to him once more. She gave him a last smile, and closed the door. His grin errupted. He knew she liked what she saw, and for the first time in a long time, he liked it without feeling guilty. "Ike?" "Where the hell are you? We've been worried sick!" There's a scuffle and voices muffled together. "You'd better have a fuck of a good excuse for all the trouble you've caused mister!" Zac... his rock in a storm. He couldn't help the smile. Zac was more like the father figure of the three of them, even like a drill instructer from time to time. It was a wonder why his kids were all so wild. "Zac... I can explain..." "You damned well better!" ********** He felt like he'd been cooped up in that office for hours by the time he hung up, but, he needed a few extra minutes to gather his thoughts. He sat in her comfy chair, his eyes resting upon a framed picture graceing the deeptoned wood top of her desk. It was a photo of her and some woman, both smiling with a radiance of joy. Her eyes were sparkling with it, and it drew his attention in. He studied the picture. Her dark hair playing in the wind, the vibrant smile that shone with confidence, her smooth as black satin skin. He had to stop himself befoe it got out of hand. But it was then that he decided what he was going to do. He rose and stretched his tall sinewey frame, shakeing out the kinks. Then, like a cat stalking it's prey, he put on his sexiest smile and slinked out of the office. Back in the bar he perched his posterior on a stool, watching her as she chatted and served her customers. When she turned to head back to the bar she noticed him, and how his eyes were glued to her, rolling over her body like an intamate touch. A shiver ran through her. She tried to avoid his blatant stare, but it was damn near impossible. She put the safety of the bar between them, tending to her job. And part of her job was tending that bar, and that included the drop dead gorgeous sexy stud drooling over her on the other end of the bar. She really didn't know how to approach this. She'd never had a man like that be so obviously attracted to her before. She dawdled as long as she possibly could before she headed down to his end of the bar. When she got there he was very nearly oozing sexappeal over the bar top. She didn't know where she got the courage from, but somehow she plucked it up well and good enough to look him straight in the eye and ask. "What can I do for you?" She thought he was going to lay a cheesy inuendo on her then order a drink and ask her to join him. Smarmy drivel she did not get. "Sleep with me." He said simply. "Excuse me? Awfully confident aren't you?" She accused. His eyes wandered over her form. She stood up tall and looked him straight in the eye. "I don't know about where you come from, but around here we don't just proposition someone like asking them to pass the salt!" She said sternly. "Look, I'm sorry if I offended you. It's just that it's been an awfully long time since I've done this. I guess I'm just rusty. I only wanted to let you know that I found you attractive is all. I didn't mean any harm. How about if you just let me know where I can find a place to get a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, I'll leave you alone then. I just really need a shower. I should at least try to look respectable when I go back ." He begged to explain. She eyed him warrily. "And just where is back?" She toned cooly. "My brothers are waiting for me back at the hotel. I'm afraid I can't hold up the rour any longer by crying over spilled milk." He explained with pain in his voice. Now it was dawning on her just who he was and why he looked so familiar. Her body shifted, her stance less defensive and more open. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." She needlessly appologized. He shook his head dismissively. "That's ok, really, I'm sure I came off as an arrogant asshole. I really do find you incredibly attractive, but that's no excuse for the way I acted. I'm sorry, I guess I really am out of touch with myself and how the world works now. My wife says..." He stopped cold. Realization setting in and sinking to the pit of his stomach. He no longer had a wife. It was a realization that made him sick to his stomach. She could see his difficulty and the hurt in his eyes. She put two and two together and took pity on him. She came around the bar and stepped up to him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drag you down." She said softly, a sweet tone ringing through her voice. He looked up to her, his eyes takeing her in. "Why don't you come with me and we'll see what we can do about finding you what you need so you can get back toyour family." She suggested. He wanted to add, 'and heal from this raw pain that keeps makeing you do stupid things.' He smiled up at her in appreciation, getting up from the bar and following her like the lost puppy that he was. On her way out the door, a simple nod to a man in the corner was all she gave before leaving the patrons in someone elses care. Taylor watched from over his shoulder as the man rose and went to tend the bar as he followed her to a door. He assumed it was the back room, but when she opened it and entered, then switched on the light, he was pleasantly surprized to find himself in a small and stylish appartment. She moved across the room, and he continued to follow her. She opened another door, this time a closet and pulled something from it. then she turned and headed for yet another door. This one she pulled open, reached in to turn the light on then stepped back for him to see this room as well. It was a bathroom that held a very large and inviting tub. He smiled at her. She ushered him in with a graceful sweep of her arm and followed behind him. "Washer and Dryer are over here." She stated as she adjusted the settings for a small load. "And the towels are in here." She pointed to a tall cabinette. "I'm sorry I don't have a shower, I hope you don't mind a bath." She appologized. He smiled at her. "Not at all. I think it's just what I need." He gracefully soothed. She smiled back at him. "The dryer sometimes makes a weird noise." She informed him when she remembered as she set the controls for him. He nodded and she handed him a fuzzy blue lup of fluff. "I hope you don't mind my rove, it's really the only thing I have that will somewhat fit you." But I'm sure your clothes will be done in no time." She hurried nervously. He nodded in agreement, looking at the ball of fuzz in his hands. He looked up at her, giving her a thankful smile. "I really appreciate this." He toned. She smiled back. "It was nothing." She gave back. "I'll see you later. Make yourself at home and fell free to call me if you need anything." She offered. "You're too kind." He told her. she only waved off the compliment and left him to it. He quickly stripped down to his birthday suit, tossing his clothes into the washer. Then he sat on the edge of the tub, the cold porcelain chilling his naked cheek as he ran a nice hot bath for himself. He was already starting to relax a little more. The tub filled and he slipped in without hesatation. A sudden satisfaction filled 'ahhh!' escapeing him as he sank into the inviting water. He washed his hair, noting that her shampoo smelled delightful. He wondered what it would be like to run his hands through her silky strands, snuggling his nose into her onyx hued hair to breathe her in. He shook himself out of a daze. She was only being nice to him... even after he'd blatantly made an ass of himself, throwing himself at her... she was still being nice to him. But he was pretty sure he didn't have a snowflakes chance in hell to find out what it'd be like to be with her. He lay back and relaxed in the soothing water, closing his weary eyes. He felt his life was so twisted right now... but for some reason, he could see the path straightening out just around the bend perhaps. It was enough to give him strength... for what he didn't know. But this thing... freedom... it had a different taste to him. Something that he was sure he was going to imerse himself in... but for now, he was willing to just sample it. See how it felt. Take it slow. It was something he was going to have to get used to again. He decided he'd call his mother when he got dressed again, and before he headed out to meet up with his brothers again. Maybe she could shed some light on some of the shadowed questions that still rolled around in his head. But there was one thing he decided that was definately a good thing for him. He wasn't stagnant anymore... maybe his wife leaving him was going to be the best thing that had ever happened to him... maybe. ******************** It had been hours... it was quiet. She knocked gently at the door. Nothing. she knocked louder. Still nothing. A little wave of fear rolled through her. She called out. "Mr. Hanson?" She listened. She heard nothing still. Her hand lay on the knob. She bit her lip. Takeing a deep breath she made up her mind. He could be hurt after all. She steeled herself and let herself in. Her eyes went immediately to the tub. He lay there, lightly snoreing, head lolling to the side, elbows awkwardly angling up over the edge of the tub with fingertips dangling in the now cold water. She smiled despite herself. Really out of relief. She hated to wake him, but laying there in a cold tub couldn't be good for him. She noticed the dryer hadn't been used yet and decided to tend to that as well... the less time he had to spend in her bathrobe the better he'd feel, she was sure. Quietly she pulled his clothes from the washer, tossing them into the barrel of the dryer with a dull thud. She looked over her shoulder to see if she'd woke him. He snored on. She smiled, thinking he most likely could sleep through just about anything. She didn't see any other way to wake him besides to shake him. Being human she wanted to take a look, but she restrained herself, standing near the tub and facing him, she touched his arm. He only stired slightly. She shook him gently. "Mr. Hanson... you've fallen asleep in the tub." She tried. He snorted softly, hand coming up to rub at his nose. She touched him again, her voice gentle as she kept her head turned. "Mr. Hanson... wake up. You're going to catch cold in that freezing water." She tried to explain. His eyes fluttered open, blue like morning glories, glassy and unfocused. A few moments passed and he suddenly realized where he was. He sat up quickly, water sloshing out over the top of the tub, wetting her shoes. He drew his legs up, hiding his indecency. "Shit it's cold!" He exclaimed. She smiled, reaching for the fuzzy blue robe he'd laid on the dryer. She held it out to him, turned around with arm outstretched and eyes to the wall. She heard him stand in the tub, the water rushing from his body in cascades. She resisted the urge to turn around and look as she felt him take the robe. "You can turn around now." He said softly. She did so and stood there takeing in the sorry sight before her. He was shivering, his skin pruney from his prolonged exposure to the water. She smiled, opening the door and heading out. He followed her once again. He wasn't completely sure, but he had a pretty good idea that she never did look while he lay there naked. It made him respect her even more. There was a time when just about any woman, and quite a few men, would do just about anything to have her advantage. He had to fight hard for his privacy. Also, there was the fact that he basicly was rejected by her too... that had never happened before. Maybe he was getting old. Maybe he wasn't the 'babe magnet' he used to be. He never cared before, haveing his wife by his side was all he'd wanted once he'd gotten her. But now that she was gone... it was a whole different ball game. He was going to have to learn things all over again. It was a new life. She offered him a seat and he gratefully took it as he watched her. She bustled about the tiny kitchen while he tried his best to warm up within the fuzzy blue bathrobe. She put the kettle on, makeing him a cup of tea and quickly toasting him an english muffin with jam. She set it before him and he looked up to her. "Why are you being so nice to me? I know it's not because you're attracted to me. You've made that obvious." He quipped. She stopped what she was doing, looking to him. "What makes you say that? How do you know if I'm attracted or not? What did I say to make you think that?" She wanted to know. She left the crumbs to the counter and went to stand next to him. He looked so lost sitting there, his tea getting cold as he shivered in her bathrobe. He shrugged dismissivly, not meeting her eyes. She stepped up to him, determined to set him straight. He didn't look up to her, keeping his head down. It just didn't seem to fit him, the man with so much bravado he propositioned her in public. She didn't know why she did what she did, she just knew that somehow it was the right thing to do. She gently lifted his chin until his eyes met hers. She pushed a lock of hair from his eyes. Without a word, she leaned down to him, gently touching her lips to his. Her fingers slid into his hair, the kiss deepening. He tenatively reached up, wrapping his long arms around her and bringing her down into his lap as her seeking tongue slipped into his mouth. His groan reverberated through the tiny room, makeing her shiver. She pushed her hands into the fuzzy blue robe, warming his chilled flesh with her touch. His smooth skin didn't take long to heat up as they quickly became more intense with their need. She stradled him, her center heating him to the core as she pushed the fuzzy blue material from his shoulders. She pulled away from him, a heated look letting him know just exactly what it was that she wanted. And he had every intention of giving her everything she wanted. She waste no time, diving into his neck and nibbling her way down to tease one of his little brown nipples. He tossed his head back, suddenly no longer cold, in fact, he was quite heated. His nimble fingers made quick work of her shirt buttons, then he pushed it from her shoulders and down her arms. It fell into a heap, forgotten on the floor as he began to undo the hooks at the back of her bra. Quickly that too joined her shirt, and he looked on with hunger, anticipating the taste of her ample breasts as he wriggled out of the robe, leaving it to hang to the floor from the back of the chair. He quickly lay his hands upon her, making her sigh in satisfaction as he teased her hardened nipples. She fisted his stiff member, swirling around the tiny drops beading at the tip. He pulled her closer, tasteing of her black satin skin as he lapped at a nipple. He nibbled his way up her neck, back to her sumptious mouth, kissing her passionately. It had been so long since he'd felt the touch of a woman... he was almost afraid he was dreaming. She pulled away from him, her hands slipping down over his body as she got to her knees before him. He thought he'd explode then and there as he watched her take his manhood in hand, her dark eyes sending him a sizzling look before she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste of him. He sucked air in through his teeth, the sensation so electric. He watched in fascination as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the fleshy head, then sliding down his length as she engulfed him, then sucking back up to tease the tip again. He was in nirvana as she rolled his balls in rhythm sending him to the edge of insanity. He couldn't take it anymore, he was about to go insane if he didn't have more of her. He shoved her off his hot cock, pulling her to her feet. He attacked her jeans button and zipper as she slipped out of her shoes. Diging his hands into her pants he smoothed down over her backside, pushing the heavy denim down along with her silky panties as he tasted of her heated flesh again. She stepped out of her jeans, leaving them in a heap as she faced him, ready for him. He watched her smooth a hand down over her ebony skin, fingertips straying to tease a nipple. He fisted his manhood, his breathing heavy as he slid two fingers between her folds. She purred in satisfaction, body writhing and makeing him come unglued. He stood up quickly, chair tipping over backward as he grabbed her, pressing her curvacious body to his own, his erection between them. With a swift arm, he swept the table clean, teacups smashing to the floor, saucers clattering loudly. He lay her back, parting her thighs with his knee as he gripped her hips. There was no going back now, he needed it. He needed it now. In one swift movement he entered her and captured her mouth in a scintilatingly ardent kiss to keep himself from screaming. She was so tight. So wet. So hot. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head he was sure as he closed them from the extreme joy of just being inside a woman again after so long. He clung to her for dear life, the first stroke nirvana in itself. He knew it wasn't going to last long, but too, he knew once was not going to be enough. He burried his nose in the crook of her neck, the table thudding along with his heart as he struggled not to wimper as he held back, trying to make it last as long as he could. Her hips rocked into his, he could feel her stiff nipples rasping over his ribs. It was more then he could bare when he heard her whisper in a husky voice. "Cum baby... cum hard and fill me up with your hot sweet cream!" That was more then he could take, a jubilant shout of primal force ripped from his lungs as he emptied his soul into her. Panting hard, he leaned into her, spent and emotionally drained. The beads of sweat makeing his hair cling to his forehead. He licked his dry lips, his breath slowing. She smoothed a hand over his shoulder, a tender kiss to his temple. "Now... does that look like I don't find you attractive." She quipped. He laughed into her throat, kissing her soft skin. "I think I like when you prove me wrong. Maybe we should find something to argue about so we can do this again." He joked. She chuckled, her fingers sifting through his sweaty hair. "By the way, I'm adding the price of the teacups to your bill." She joked. He just laughed and stood up, a hand held out to help her from the table. She grinned at him and got down, then kissed his jaw. She looked up into his blue eyes, a look of mischief in her eyes of brown. She crooked a finger and walked away. He followed her yet again. He was sure he was going to like where she was leading him... into his freedom. |
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