Him Her Them Boxed Set (3 page)

"If you keep that up Pierce we'll never make it back to your place."

Confused I lower her arm and let go.

"My place?"

She pushes me away and walks back toward the hall, but turns to look at me before she disappears.

"Yeah, your place. I'm hungry though, I hope you have some food. I want to make sure I have all the energy I need for when you fuck me so long and hard I forget what decade I'm in and start quoting 'Wayne's World'."

She turns and is gone.

It's a good thing because I just fell to my knees and slumped over. If someone is watching they will think I am having a heart attack. I'm not having the heart attack, my dick is.

Does a woman like this actually exist? This can't be real. It must be the guys playing a practical joke on me. They are always getting me, but usually juvenile stuff like plastic wrap on the toilet or something like that.

I have to find out, so I get up and follow her. She is now standing by the bar waiting. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, while breathing in her scent, like new flowers on a spring day. Please let this be real. To all the gods past, present and future I pray that you let me take her home tonight and fuck her senseless. Make her come over and over again while screaming my name. That is all I ask for this one night, please!

"I have to head up to my table and tell my friends I am leaving. Wait right here, I'll be back." I whisper in her ear and bite it slightly. Damn!

"Okay, but don't be too long. You don't want another sexy as fuck guy coming up and stealing me away. I think the calendar on the wall said sexy as fuck guys drink free tonight, so you never know."

God I love her smart mouth, I just pray my dick is in it before the sun rises. I reluctantly pull away and race up to the table. Both Corbin and Jacob are sitting there and watching the crowd. Jacob is covered in sweat, no doubt taking a break from jumping around on the dance floor. Corbin turns with a confused look and sees me first.

"Hey Pierce, didn't expect to see you back here. Did you actually strike out? I guess there is a first for everything." The guys laugh.

"No I didn't strike out. I'm about to leave with her."

"Then what the hell are you doing up here talking to us, dude?" Jacob interjects.

"I wanted to ask you guys, are you playing a joke on me?"

They both give me a crazy look, as if I just admitted the Earth is flat and boobs are made of jelly beans.

"What are you talking about?" Corbin asks.

"Josephine, the woman I am taking home, she's perfect. I mean my type of perfect. Hot as hell, so unbelievably sexy, with a dirty mouth and has only one thing on her mind, fucking me senseless. She can't be real, you guys bought her as a joke. Which is a pretty bad joke if you ask me. You know how I feel about prostitutes."

I won't touch them and really don't require their services. But coming from where I grew up I knew a lot of them. Many of the girls I went to school ended up working the street, most of them are dead now. Because I know the devastation that brings them to that life, I won't enable it. I'll help them in other ways, food, shelter and protection but that's it.

"Dude! Seriously? We would never do something like that to you. But I have to admit it would be a really funny joke, not that we would ever hire a prostitute." Jacob announces.

I look back down at the bar and notice Josephine talking to a woman with her back to me who has shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. Must be a friend. I look back at the guys and nod my head.

"Fine, but if I find out this was all a joke I will beat the living crap out of you two."

They hold up their hands showing their innocence. I turn to leave and make it back to Josephine's side, grabbing her hand to kiss it. Her friend is nowhere in sight.

"Ready?"

"Always." She says and turns to go. Just holding her hand as we head toward the door and a shiver runs through my body making me hard again. I swear her finger could just graze my arm and I would be fully erect.

We head out the door and across the street to my silver Audi R8. I hold the door and help her down inside.

I watch as Pierce is up in the VIP section overlooking the bar talking to two guys, who I can only assume are his friends.

"There you are! Woman, I have been looking everywhere for you. Here's your purse you left it at the table"

Luna comes bouncing up in front of me and I grab my bag from her.

"Hey Luna, how is boring one and boring two?"

"Boring. I need you to come to the dance floor with me so I can get away from them."

"No can do, I'm leaving."

"We've only been here an hour and you're leaving. Wait I know that look, you found a guy. Where is he?" She looks around, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Up there with the brown hair and light grey button up shirt, he's talking to his two friends who are seated in that booth." I point to where Pierce is located.

"Sweet Mother Mary, he is come worthy like a hundred times. Please tell me he has a personality."

A wicked grin flashes on my face and I nod.

"Oh he has that and so much more. At least if it's based on what I have experienced here tonight he might be getting a B. And who knows, I don't want to get my hopes up, but maybe I might be raising his grade by tomorrow."

"What! You are so lucky. Oh man I'm jealous. I might as well leave now. It's like being invisible because of Dahlia and Thomas."

"Well, judging by Pierce's friends, especially the tall blond, you might be getting a hook up too."

She turns and looks up at Pierce's table and notices his friend raising a glass at her as Pierce walks away and down the stairs.

"Shit, he's hot too. I'll just have to pay him a little visit."

"It's the VIP section, they won't let you in."

"Oh I think he will make sure I get in."

She gives me a wink and walks away, just as Pierce slides up next to me. He grabs my hand in his, brings it to his mouth and kisses.

"Ready?" Pierce asks.

"Always."

We walk hand in hand out the door and across the street. He opens the door to his Silver Audi R8. Nice car! Helping me inside I hear him race to the other side and then opens the door to slide inside.

We make very small chit-chat before we're at his place. It takes all of five minutes as it is just on the other side of the harbor in my neighborhood of Federal Hill. Of course it isn't an old row home, but a sprawling condo in the Ritz-Carlton Residence. This man obviously has money.

Walking into his place is like walking into some luxurious hotel, except with a more masculine touch to things. Like dark leather chairs and navy silk couch. Flowers are nowhere to be seen and the art decorating the wall are old 1940's and 50's era pinup girls. It works for the space.

"If you need to use the restroom it's in there." He points to a door just off the foyer where we entered.

"I'm good. Now where's that kitchen of yours. I did mention I was hungry."

"I could order out if you want?"

I shake my head.

"That will take too long and I want to get out of these uncomfortable clothes as soon as possible." I grab his ass and squeeze as I walk by and throw my small purse on the table. He opens the refrigerator door and stands there with his hand rubbing his chin.

"I am afraid I don't really have anything. I usually eat take out. My mom comes by every so often to cook or I go there, but she hasn't been here in a few weeks."

I push past and look inside. There is a Chinese carton, very old half of a lemon, some bottles of beer and a bag of baby carrot sticks. I grab the carrots and place them on the table. Then I walk over to the cabinets and open what appears to be a small pantry. There are potato chips, pretzels and a few apples. I snag the pretzels and apples.

"Grab a beer out of the fridge for us Pierce, please."

After a few attempt of opening various cabinets I take a plate out of one over the sink and place it on the counter. After washing and drying the carrots, I place some on the plate. I find a cutting board hanging over the oven and grab a knife. I slice up the apple, spread them in the plate along with some pretzels.

"Voila, pick and choose what you like."

He grins and grabs some pretzels and starts munching.

After downing a few things and taking a swig of beer I decide its question time.

"So were you born rich or work hard to get the money."

He almost chokes on his beer.

"Wow, I don't think I have ever been asked that before. Do you have a filter?"

"Of course I do, but you drive a very expensive car and live here, you obviously have money. It's not like I'm asking you something that isn't apparent to the casual observer."

He eyes me for a moment, chuckling to himself.

"I worked for the money. I did not grow up rich."

"Okay, now was that so bad. I didn't grow up rich either, and I'm still not rich."

"If we are asking personal questions, then what do you do for a living to keep up your non-rich lifestyle."

"I'm an assistant professor at Johns Hopkins."

His eyes widen as he pops an apple slice into his mouth.

"I know I don't come across as the stuffy professor type. But that's only because my friend Luna forced me to get rid of my tweed jacket and horn rim glasses."

He laughs and then gulps down some beer. His smile sweetens him, takes the edge off his smoldering features making him appear lovely like a guy you would want to be friends with.

"So how about you Pierce, what do you do to keep up your rich lifestyle?"

"Well, I created a few computer apps and software. They keep me in this lifestyle, but what I spend my days mainly doing is working for the charity I created."

What? Charity? He didn't come across as the charity type. This is the first time a man has actually surprised me, for the good.

"Really? What's the charity?"

"Building Strong Neighborhoods through Youth. We help kids get off the street, in to school and whatever other help they may need."

Impressive.

"Sounds good. What got you started on that?"

"No, no, now it's my turn. What do you teach at Johns Hopkins?"

I really don't want to be talking about this. I think I will steer him in a different direction.

"Well, I think that's enough questions for one night. I am going to use your restroom and I will be right back."

As I walk past him I run my hand down his back and squeeze his ass again. Damn fine ass needs a good squeezing now and then. Getting my purse I find that bathroom he pointed out. After taking care of business and freshening up I notice a little thing of mouthwash by the sink and use it to freshen my mouth.

I look in the mirror and take out my ponytail and remove my gold cuff. Something just doesn't seem right, oh I know my panties. Removing them I throw them on the floor. Oh hell, I might as well go all the way. I take off the dress, but leave on the heels. Looking in the mirror a smile creeps across my face.

"There, now that's much more comfortable."

I open the door and head back to the living room and notice Pierce standing by a chair, looking at his phone. I lean up against the wall and watch him.

"Do you have to make an important call?" I ask.

He starts to raise his head as he speaks.

"No, I ... oh fuck Josephine, you are gorgeous."

He drops his phone on the ground and starts to walk toward me. I wave my finger at him making him stop in his tracks as his bulge strains his jeans.

"Oh no Pierce, not so fast. Haven't you learned by now I'm an old fashioned woman? I like to be wooed and like to see pretty things. You should have something here you can show me that makes me smile."

He frantically looks around while I grin at his confusion.

"Let me be more descriptive. I think you need a little help. It should be smooth to the touch, but strong and firm. Finally, when I touch it, it should grow in my hand."

A huge grin appears on his face as he quickly removes his shirt, popping a few buttons from pulling so hard. Next he somewhat awkwardly removed his shoes, socks, jeans and finally his black boxer briefs. He stands there and instantly knows what to do; turning to give me a full 360 degree view of what awaits me tonight.

My insides heat and do a little flip from the sight of him. He's perfect looking. Sculpted with a sexy V just below his abs. His cock is breathtaking. Large, thick with a slight bend up that I know will hit in just the right spot. I'm glad he has hair, though not a lot, surrounding his dick. I hate it when men shave down there. It disturbs me. I don't want to be reminded of prepubescent boys during sex.

I trim mine, but will never shave or have it waxed away. Why would a man want to look at a woman who shows like a young girl, it just makes my stomach churn?

Anyway, the person standing before me looks nothing like a little boy, for he is all man!

"Nice Pierce. I think I am officially wooed, but just one more question before the games begin."

"Anything Josephine. I need to touch you."

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

"I need to know if you are clean. I am tested regularly and have a clean bill of health. I am also on the pill."

"Yes, I am clean. I get tested about once a month."

I smile up at him and say, "Let the games begin!"

He rushes over grabbing my face and our lips collide. I wrap my arms around him, resting my hands on his ass. God, I can't get enough of it. His tongue slips into mine and it's a silken play. My head is becoming light as he switches focus from my tongue to my lips and back again.

Our breathing is irregular at best as we struggle for air.

My pussy is now throbbing and I want his hands to start exploring a little more than my head. As if he read my mind, I feel his hands slide down my neck and his fingertips whisper along my collarbone. I like that. I moan to let him know and he quickly moves away from my mouth to that spot licking and kissing, while his hands grab my breasts, kneading the swollen flesh while his thumbs and fingers twist and play with my erect nipples.

Fuck this man knows what to do. With every touch I become more and more wet. He moves down, capturing my nipple in his mouth, teasing with his tongue and teeth and then switching to play with my other nipple.

I grab his hair, knotting my fingers through his silken brown strands. His hand drops to the downy whiskers surrounding my sex, fluttering over and around, but never touching where I desire. I start to circle my hips to lead his hand as my body quivers for more, but he continues to tease. His lips release my nipple and he drops to his knees. He scoots my body so I am leaning out further. Pressing his hand on my inner thigh, he gently eases two fingers inside me. I groan as the soft fluttering sensation of being tickled from the inside starts to creep up my spine.

"Oh Josephine, you are unbelievably sexy."

He watches me take the pleasure he is offering. I need him to kiss me there and release the tension that is building. But he does the opposite, he pulls his hand away. In shock I watch him. What is he doing? His lips wrap around his fingers as he sucks back my delight. Looking up at me he says, "God you are so sweet. I need more, much more."

He replaces his fingers, then adding another as suddenly his tongue hits my clit. Fire and ice and everything together, that melts away into a slow trickle. Pleasure waves and flows as he licks, tugs, sucks and flicks with his tongue. The orgasm explodes in me as my head falls back, my eyes rolling back into my head and I tremble with his touch as he continues sucking my clit. It's becoming overly sensitive but he doesn't move as I try to push back. When suddenly another, more intense climax erupts sending me crashing to the floor as my foot slips out from under me.

"Josephine are you alright?"

I look up to see Pierce kneeling over me with concern on his face. He smiles when I start to laugh.

"I'm better than alright. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"

He grins, but turns anxious again.

"Josephine how would you feel if we have sex without a condom?"

I stare at him in disbelief as I start to remove my shoes.

"No. I know you said you were clean and I said the same and on the pill, but I only met you tonight. No offence, but I can't take you 100 percent at your word."

"Fair enough, just thought I'd ask."

He gets up to find his pants and pulls out a small square foil packet from his wallet, as I toss my shoes aside. I sit up as he is ripping it open and rolling it over his tremendous shaft.

"Do you usually ask the women you sleep with that question?"

"No. I always use a condom."

"Then why did you ask me?"

He comes to sit in front of me, leaning on his arm and rubbing my leg with his hand.

"You're the first woman I have wanted to feel. It's nice with a condom and in truth I have never had sex without a condom, but something about how incredibly sexy you are makes me want to feel all of you."