26 - Comfortably Numb

Jon wanted her.  Petey knew he did.  Yet when she waffled on her answer and then immediately asked about the guest room, he was the perfect gentleman by showing her the way with only a scorching look to reveal his thoughts.  He even played bell hop, grabbing her duffel bag amid arguments that she could carry it herself.  The backpack he did leave for her, though.

After dropping the duffel on the foot of the bed, he’d shown her the bathroom and where to find anything she might need as far as towels, toothbrush and shampoo.  Jon hadn’t touched her again, but it didn’t leave her any less flustered when he’d gone upstairs.

Blowing out a breath, she collapsed on the bed and booted up her laptop.  There was some data that she wanted transferred off the hard drive, so she copied it to two separate flash drives before deleting it.  One flash drive she put in the small pocket of the backpack, the other she tucked into her duffel.  After a moment's hesitation, she retrieved the one from the duffel bag and, instead, tucked it between the mattress and box spring of the bed. That accomplished, she nodded with satisfaction and decided that she could use a long, hot shower.

Unlacing her boots, she let her mind slip back to Jon’s answer to her question.  No sex in two years.  Except for her.  It was difficult to fathom but, true or not, it made her the tiniest bit giddy.  What a peculiar sensation.

Tights stripped, dress neatly folded, she went into the bathroom and started the water in the shower.  The chocolate brown tile and beige accents made the room warm and relaxing – enough so that she felt her shoulders to go lax.  Stepping in front of the vanity mirror, she pulled the elastic from her ponytails and realized she looked like hell.  Her makeup had long ago smudged beyond repair, and she strongly resembled a feral cat.

I’m glad this is the last pair of these contacts.  They’re a little too much even for me.

She plucked them out and dropped them into the wastebasket, blinking her eyes as the room became comfortably fuzzy.  With a sigh, she found the necessary supplies and stepped under the hot spray of the shower.

Oh Gooooddd.  It feels like days since I had a shower. 

The droplets trickling down her neck reminded her of Jon’s lips there.  She hadn’t wanted to react to him that way but, since the beginning, her body had been traitorous when it came to him.  Regardless of what she wanted, her inner sex fiend wanted him.

So why had she pushed him away?  Again. 

Washing the suds from her hair, she scowled.  Because he made her feel things that weren’t just physical.  Things that were completely foreign to her.  Even before, in her other life with… him… as a young, innocent woman, she hadn’t felt this kind of magnetism. 

Whatever he’s got, he should bottle it and triple his fortune. 

Lathering the soap between her hands, she swirled it onto her face and methodically washed away all the cosmetic remains of Petey.  Some days she felt like Petey to the bone, but other days she felt the past tapping her on the shoulder, reminding her that it hadn’t been all bad.   P.T. was stuck in a bizarre sort of limbo between Petey and that other person, uncertain where she truly lie.

Shaking away the philosophical thought, she stopped the water and pushed the shower curtain back.  The fluffy cream towel felt decadent against her skin as she dried herself, then wiped the steam away from the vanity mirror.  There she was – wanting to be something different than she had been, yet still true to herself.

What you want is the screaming orgasm that’s waiting for you upstairs.  Go get it.

Flipping the blow dryer on high, she thought that there was nothing stopping her.  He obviously wanted it, and she needed the distraction.  Why not satisfy them both?

Because he’s getting inside your head.  More importantly he’s getting information out of your head. 

Hair dry, she returned the appliance to the drawer in which she’d found it and went back to her duffel.  A quick search produced a tank top and pajama pants.  She would just crawl into bed and sleep the memories of today away.  Tomorrow she’d wake up much better equipped to deal with the mess in her apartment.

Petey turned out the light and slipped between the soft beige sheets with a contented groan.  The bed was one of the most comfortable she’d ever been in.  Sleeping in it was not going to be a problem.

☢ ☢ ☢

He read the page before him a third time, as though he would actually absorb the information that had escaped him in his previous failures.  Jon’s mind was locked on the perplexing woman in his guest room.  He’d gotten his first glimpse of her soft underbelly tonight.  It was a quick glimpse, but it was there and made her all the more human to him.  Now that he knew she held something inside besides cold, calculating facts and a healthy libido, his level of intrigue slipped up a notch.

How high could it possibly go?  I’m at something like Mach 3 now.

Falling into the 'protector' role had felt good tonight, too.  It had been far too long since anyone had needed him that way, even for just a few minutes.  Then, when she was so sweetly uncertain and unable to tell him why she'd come to his place...  He had drawn on every reserve of his willpower to keep from spinning her around and kissing the breath from her.  The intensity of the urge had confused him a little.

Jon felt rather than heard the presence that quietly materialized in his bedroom doorway.  Glancing up, he saw Petey’s slight frame standing impassively on the threshold and he lowered his open book.

“Petey?”  Not knowing what to ask, he chose to make her name the question, absently noting her low-riding black pajama pants and pink tank top. 

“I’ve been through the Constitution and the Declaration, but it’s not clearing my head tonight,” she confessed softly.  “I know we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms last time I was here, but is there any chance you would consider fucking me stupid?”

Jon felt his body’s instant and emphatic ‘yes!’ below the sheets and he grinned, putting his book on the bedside table.  “Sex with me clears your head?” he asked patting the bed in invitation.  The easy sway of her breasts as she crossed the floor made it all too obvious that there was no bra under her tank.

“Mm.  And the knock-down, drag-out fight afterward is always good for a distraction, too.”

He laughed a real laugh for what felt like the first time in days as she climbed onto the bed and inched along the suede comforter, straddling his waist. 

“We do have some hellacious disagreements, don’t we Sugar?” he concurred, pushing his hands up into her soft, freshly blown dry hair.  Gone was all the heavy makeup.  There was nothing decorating her face but smooth, porcelain skin and pale, pale blue eyes. 

“Those are my favorite contacts so far,” he remarked, stroking a thumb across the arch of her cheek.

The dimples floored him, as they always did, when she grinned mischievously and her fingers lazily combed through his chest hair.  “They are huh?  What color would you call them?”

“Hmm.”  Anchoring the curtain of dark waves away from her face, he studied them carefully.  Arctic blue irises were ringed in the tiniest border of darker blue.  Remembering that she listed ‘zombie eyes’ among her contact lens collection, he briefly wondered if that’s what these were.  “Ice blue, I guess.  Why?  What color are they?”

Dimples still at full tilt, she lifted a shoulder carelessly.  “I think of them as just blue.”

That particular phrasing struck a chord in his memory.  When they were exchanging questions last time, she’d said her real eye color was ‘just blue’. 

“This?” He thumbs lightly traced the delicate skin under her eyes.  “This is your real eye color and you’re fucking around with all those contacts?  Woman, why would you go screwing with a good thing?”

She rocked her pelvis forward, the friction of her sex doing a number on him even through the layers of clothing and covers.  “Because he said he wanted me.”

Jon’s eyes darkened as she slid her gaze down from his face to his chest.  Flirting was clearly unfamiliar territory, and she fidgeted a bit uncomfortably.  For some reason, that made his chest puff out proudly as his thumb lightly traced her full bottom lip.  “You calling me a good thing?”

The fingers that had been combing through his chest hair, now scratched lightly at the skin beneath.  “In bed, I’d say you’re very good.”

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy…

Without warning, Jon grabbed her waist and flipped them so that he was straddling her and staring hungrily down in her face.  “That was a very nice compliment.  I’m not sure what to make of you being nice to me.”

Petey's eyes widened when she realized he had been naked beneath the blankets.  His very hard body – and appendages – were pressing into her very soft places in a most provocative way.

“You could nicely fuck me,” she hummed suggestively.  Never in her life had a man been able to stimulate her in the way Jon did, and with so little effort.

“Oh, Sugar, I plan to do that both nice and naughty,” he drawled.  “But just so we’re not scrambling in the middle.  Condom or not?”

Recalling the satisfying blast of heat that filled her from his release, she easily made her decision.  “Not.  I liked the way it felt when you came inside me.”

Jon’s jaw tensed in an effort to maintain control as his dick jerked fiercely against her belly.  She was going to kill him saying things like that.  “You keep it up and I’m going to be coming all over you before I ever get inside that beautiful pussy.”

He loved the color that infused her face and neck when he complimented her or talked a little dirty.  This time he’d gotten a double-shot in, and the heat spread like wildfire across her freshly scrubbed skin.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you're pretty under all those pounds of scary-ass makeup?”  Jon lightly trailed his fingertips along the low-cut neckline of her tank, smirking with satisfaction when the flesh there pimpled and her nipples protruded through the thin material. 

He idly wondered how deep a shade of red she could turn without it becoming dangerous to her health.

“Aren’t you supposed to be fucking me stupid?” she reminded him dryly with a leisurely lift of her eyebrow.

As much as to silence her smart mouth as anything, he unceremoniously snatched the tank up her torso.  Petey graciously accommodated him by lifting her hands above her head, and when the material got tangled there, he impulsively decided to cinch the fabric around her wrists.

“What are you doing?” Her eyes had widened with alarm – or was it arousal?

He leaned back on his haunches admiring how the position lifted her breasts high, as though they were begging for his touch.  Jon was determined that sooner or later she would be for his touch as well.  

Jon eased off of her, crawling to the foot of the bed.  Turning, with a scolding look, he mocked her words of the first day they met, “Is there something on my ass besides your eyes?”

Petey's gasp echoed through the room when he sharply yanked the bottoms of her pajama pants off her body and tossed them away. 

His eyes were accusing when he said, “You aren’t wearing panties.”

“No.  Jon, untie my hands.”

“Nope.  You look absolutely fuckable just like that, and my back will stay free of nail marks this time.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

The rising pitch of her voice caused him to relent a little.  “Nothing kinky, Sugar.  That pose does amazing things for your tits and I like having full access to you.”  He pushed an errant tendril of hair away from her forehead.  “If it bothers you that much, I’ll untie it.”

“You…  won’t break the rules.  Right?”

God.  Those occasional sparks of vulnerability tugged at him in an uncomfortable way.  “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t,” she reiterated in a small voice. 

That fucking twinge of…  he guessed it was fear in her, tugged at him in a completely different way.  It made him want to beat the shit out of the Lone Lover for whatever he’d done to cause this.

He smoothed her brow with a gentle thumb, shoving the anger aside.  “Done.  Does this mean your hands are okay?”

Her dark head nodded almost invisibly against the black pillow case.

“Relax baby,” he purred with a wicked grin.   “You just turned responsibility for your pleasure over to me, and I’m a very responsible man.”  At his cocky assurance, her eyes lit with something much more pleasant – lust.  It was enough to make him a little cockier.  “Verrrrry responsible.”

His eyes drifted down to her lower belly, where he could still faintly see the mark he’d put there days ago. 

Seeing the direction of his gaze, she took her opportunity to mock his words.  “Admiring your handiwork?”

“No,” he denied, giving her a teasing wink.  “Just thinking you need a touch up.”  With that, he feasted on the tender flesh, rolling it against his tongue as he applied suction.  Her soft whimper and arch into his mouth were aphrodisiacal and he marked the fair skin a little more vividly than he’d intended.

“Sorry,” he murmured, licking the mark and slipping a hand between her thighs to find her coated with arousal.  “Mmm.  That’s what I like.  All wet and ready for me.”

“Mmppfh.”  Her hips squirmed onto his hand, greedy for him to touch her. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised, slithering up next to her while dredging his fingers through the slippery folds.  “Don’t get all impatient.”

“I want it, and I want it now,” she growled.  “Please.”

Well if that wasn’t a turn-on, Jon had no idea what was.  Even the cute little please at the end.

But not yet.  He wanted to play first.

"Patience," he growled against the sensitive skin at her ribcage, her body arching against him with a mewl of pleasure.  His nose bumped against the underside of her breast, tongue snaking out to lap at the tender crease there.  Wickedly tempted by the delicious scent, he bit sharply, causing her to cry out and marking her yet again.

"I would apologize," he murmured, kissing his way along the tantalizing flesh and across her sternum to find its mate. "But there's really no point, because..."  A broad swipe of his tongue dampened the underside of the sweet heaviness.  "... I'm going to do it again."  He bit, drawing the skin between his teeth and laving it with his tongue before sucking sharply.

"Unnnhhhhhh........"  Her husky rumble of pleasure caused his own nipples to tighten.  She was so damn responsive that he wanted to perform every sexual trick up his sleeve, just to see how she'd react.

He levered up, purposefully grazing his chest across hers as he leaned to sweep his tongue across the satiny underside of her upper arm.

His touch there had her squealing and planting her heels in the bed to try and escape.

"Oh no you don't."  Hard palms pushed her right hip and left shoulder into the mattress, effectively immobilizing  her so that he could continue his journey.

"Dammit, Jon," she gasped, writhing against with her hot little body.  "Stop tickling me and fuck me already!"

"Beg me," he ordered quietly, nibbling at the inside of her elbow.

Her shoulders fought to lift off the bed against his grip.  "Beg you?"

"Tell me you want me."  Nudging his nose into the niche between her neck and shoulder, he nibbled there, too.

"Arrrghhh!" she wailed pitifully when he released her hip to slide two thick fingers in her hot core.  "Please Jon!  I want you inside me.  Now, for God's sake!"

“Since you asked so very nicely…”  He abruptly released her to crawl between her knees, and put one ankle on each of his shoulders.  Anchoring her thighs against him with one arm, he filled her with one, hard thrust.

“Oh!  Yes!”

Reveling in the warm heat, he inched himself back out, only to plunge home again full force. 

“Faster…”

“So demanding,” he murmured, ratcheting the speedometer up a notch.    With each immersion in the hot, slippery channel, her breasts swayed and jiggled enticingly.  He became riveted on the quivering flesh, pumping his hips in a way just to make them dance exotically.  “So sexy.”

“Moooore…” she panted, so beautifully laid out before him like a carnal buffet. 

Working a hand between them, his thumb found her clit and stroked it as he continued to maintain the rhythm that pleased both his sense of touch and sight.  The delicious slide of flesh on flesh coupled with two quivering mounds of alabaster was enough to drag him kicking and screaming to the end of his rope.

“Come on, Sugar.  Come for me,” he rasped encouragingly, flicking more rapidly against her sensitive nub. 

“Oh God!  Yessss!  Just like…..  Unnnnh!”

It was the signal he’d been waiting for and he took his chance to bend over and drive into her fast and furiously until the spots swam before his eyes.  One… Two… Threeeeeee…..  Yes!  The spots exploded into a million pinpoints as she ushered him to ecstasy once again.