Perfect Ten (18 page)

“Yes. Oh God. That’s it.” My legs were trembling with my effort to stave off my orgasm. “Fuck. Faith, I’m going to come.”

I’m not sure I’d ever groaned as loud or as long as I did when I felt my cum squirt down her throat. I tried to watch her reaction, but with the next spasm, I threw my head back and roared with satisfaction. Jet after jet of cum left me, and Faith took it all.

When I could, I looked back down at her to see her gently licking my cock clean of every last drop. If I had had my phone in reach, I would have taken a picture of her like that. It was easily the most erotic scene I’d ever had the pleasure to witness.

* * *

When I felt Joe’s hot cum hit the back of my throat, I immediately wanted more. To be honest, it didn’t taste very good, but it was so sexy. I made him lose his cool. The way he gripped my head was possessive and demanding. I loved it.

The only other time I’d done that wasn’t anything like taking Joe into my mouth. I tried some things with Steve, other than intercourse. The one time I did suck on him, he was too rough. He thrust deep into my mouth a few times, pulled his cock out, and jerked off onto my face. I could even see how that could be exciting, but not after a few thrusts and no attention for me.

With Joe, I was already hot and panting. I
wanted
him in my mouth. I wanted to taste his essence, but now, I was throbbing with need. I looked up at Joe with a cat-with-the-canary grin.

He smiled back at me, his breath still uneven. “Your turn.” He lifted me up and laid me back onto the bed.

I know he would have taken his time with me. He would have spent an hour making me feel good, but almost as soon as he got me up on that bed and spread his fingers through my wetness, I went off like a rocket.

I tried making him slow down. “Joe, wait.” My panting had his cock stiffening again. My hands pushed against his, but when his lips latched on to my breast, all thought fled. All I could feel was an insistent throbbing that would not be denied. Instead of fighting it, I ran toward it in my mind.

Every fiber of my being was focused on each and every delightful feeling Joe was wringing from my body. The swirl of his tongue on my skin formed hot, wet paths all over me, creating incredible sensations that left me arching to get closer to the source. Closer to Joe.

“Joe.” It seemed like the only word I could get out. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted. Did I want him to stop? Did I want more? Did I want him to slide that delicious cock inside and fuck me until I burst apart into a bunch of tiny pieces?

“Shh. Relax, sweets.” His lips covered mine as I continued to move beneath him, involuntarily pushing my hips up to get more contact with his magic fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feel me.”

He thrust a finger into me, and I came, my muscles clamping down on him.

“Good girl. Ride my fingers. Take what you need.” He stuck another one inside as I was still convulsing around the first.

“Ahh, yes!” I loved it, but what I really wanted was his cock. I wanted to feel him lose control as he thrust into me again and again. And I wanted it now.

“Joe. Please.” I turned and reached for him to see that he was already hard again.

I’m not sure where the confidence came from, but I grabbed his arms, trying to pull him over me. He let me and kissed me long and hard as he covered my body. His cock was resting on my clit, which was still supersensitive. It was riveting.

He rocked against me a few times, and then, without another word, he reached down and carefully guided himself to the place I wanted him most. He took his time. He went in inch by inch, until with one final thrust, he was buried deep inside me, as far as he could go.

We moaned in unison. “Ah God.” I’m not sure who said it, but as he began to move, I didn’t care. There was only the movement of our bodies—the give and take of his hard cock and my throbbing pussy.

It vaguely registered in my mind that he didn’t have a condom on, but my brain pushed that thought aside as his movements became more intense and quicker.

“You feel so good, Faith. You’re incredible. I’ll never get enough of you.” He gave a long hard stroke and stopped, taking the time to kiss my eyes, nose, and then lips again.

His hand snaked down to rub against my clit. I was shocked at how close to another orgasm I was. It was almost embarrassing. When my pussy pulsed as he continued to play with my clit while pumping his hips against me, I saw him smile. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I just rocked my hips faster to get the friction I so desperately needed. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Let yourself fly.”

“More, Joe.”

“You want this?” He sat up on his knees and hooked my knees with his elbows, pushing me back, spreading me wider.

I was about to protest, feeling vulnerable spread so wide before him, when he thrust in even deeper than before—and
holy hell.
“Yes!” I was lost in him again.

He moved over me, faster and faster, listening to my body. “Please, Joe. More.” I needed him to pound me. I wanted my head to hit the back of the bed just like Jason’s girlfriend’s had all those years ago.

“Anything. Tell me what you want.”

“Harder. Faster!”

He gave me exactly what I wanted and when I came again, calling out his name, he went completely still. “Joe?”

“Shit. Don’t move.”

I tried to shimmy out from beneath him. “What’s wrong?”

His arm clamped down on my belly like a vise, holding me in place. “Stop.”

Then it hit me. No condom. “Oh God! Crap. I’m sorry, Joe. I wasn’t thinking.” An awful thought hit me, and it must have been written all over my face. He’d been with God knew how many women. How could I forget that and endanger myself so carelessly?

“Never, Faith. I would never put you in danger. I’m one hundred percent clean. My last test results just came back a few days ago, and I haven’t been with anyone else. Would you believe this is the first time I’ve ever had sex without a condom?” He laughed as if he couldn’t believe it himself. With a bit of his control back, he pumped his hips again. “Christ, you feel so great.”

I bucked my hips back up into him. I knew something he didn’t, you see. I’d been on the pill for years for medical reasons. Maybe part of me wanted to see how lost he could get if I put my mind to it, but that wasn’t fair. I had to tell him it was okay, because I really wanted him to come inside me.

Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled his head to my breast, moving my hips slowly to take his cock in deeper and then pushing him all but out of my pussy before rocking my hips forward again.

“Faith. I can’t take much more.”

“Just a little bit longer. A little bit more.” I dug out my inner sex kitten, as Joe called it, and whispered in his ear, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill, so fuck me hard, Joe.”

And with a guttural groan, he did exactly what I told him to do, coming hard in mere seconds before collapsing, thanking me repeatedly.

* * *

What an in-fucking-credible first time. The absolute best. Faith was so much more woman than even I suspected. Her body made mine sing. I wanted to stay in bed with her for the rest of the night and see how many ways I could fuck her and make her come.

I was still lying on top of Faith, my cock softening still buried in her warmth, but I simply didn’t want to get up. “I don’t want to move for the next week at least,” I mumbled into her ear.

Her hands skimmed over my back, leaving tingles in their wake. Talking in a quiet voice, she asked, “Was it honestly good for you? I don’t have a lot of experience.”

I was taken aback that she could ask that after I came twice in the span of about fifteen minutes. Pushing back on my arms but leaving my now much smaller cock hanging in there, I looked her in the eyes. “Are you even serious? God. That was incredible. Possibly the best sex I’ve ever had.”

That pulled a snort of disbelief from her as she struggled to get out from under me, averting her eyes as she did. “Don’t insult my intelligence. I know you’ve been with tons of women, and I hardly know what I’m doing.”

I stopped her exit by pretty much jumping on top of her again, holding her down with my body. “Hey.” She didn’t try to push me off but turned her head to glance out the window. Just as quickly, I turned her head back and made her look at me. “I’ll never lie to you. Part of the reason it was so good for me was because I knew you were doing everything to please me. Don’t you know how hot that is? Jesus. When you put your lips on my cock, I thought I was going to embarrass myself and come that second. It took every bit of will I had to last the whole next sixty seconds I did. And for the record, that’s still embarrassing.” I’m glad she didn’t know any better. I’ve been known to go all night, but not with Faith.

Her lips turned up into an uncertain smile. “Really? It was okay?”

“No. Absolutely not. It was not
okay.
It was fucking fantastic. Incredible. Over-the-top, insanely extraordinary. And I can’t wait to do it again.” Just to prove my point, my big guy stirred against her thigh. I let my hand wander down to cup her sex as my tongue found its way to her nipples again.

“Joe—you don’t have to…”

“Shut up,” I said with my mouth full of tit. To make sure she clamped her mouth shut, I sucked hard on her already sensitive nipple, scattering her thoughts.

“Oh my God.” I wasn’t actually sure if she would like it that hard, but it appeared she did. My fingers were working their usual magic down yonder, and my cock was growing harder. I didn’t think I had another round left in me, but I was more than willing to take Faith over the edge again. It almost wasn’t fair how women could come multiple times when I was good for only three or four tops in a twenty-four-hour period, but three in a thirty-minute period? I don’t think so.

When her breathing became shallow and her eyelids closed, I inserted two fingers into her sex-swollen opening and put my thumb on her clit. It only took her another thirty seconds to come apart in my arms again. What a treat for me that Faith was so open to the pleasures of her body.

“This could be my best day ever, I think.”

I laughed into her flushed face. “That’s just the orgasms talking.”

She laughed back as she agreed with me. “Maybe.”

Stretching her arms above her head, she rolled to her side. “Holy crap! Oh my God, we’re going to be late.” She pointed to the clock, which showed that we still had half an hour before we had to leave, by my estimation.

“We don’t have to leave for a half hour, do we?”

“You don’t understand. If we’re not early, we’re late! Close your eyes so I can get up.”

She had to be joking. “Hell, no. I still haven’t gotten a good look at you in all your glory. You keep distracting me.”

“Joe, roll over.”

“No.”

She tried to get angry with me, but it didn’t work. Typical of Faith, as I was finding out, when she felt pushed up against a wall, her pride came out in force. So, with her chin held high, she slowly got out of bed, stretch marks and all—which were hardly noticeable, by the way—and walked into the bathroom, even giving her ass a slap before she closed the door.

“Don’t tempt me, Faith!” I yelled at the closed bathroom door, a grin on my satisfied face. I picked up my own clothes and used her guest bathroom to clean myself up.

W
e arrived
at
the Grahams’ house ten minutes early, which apparently wasn’t early enough if Faith’s nervous twisting of her hands was any indication. I reached over and grabbed her hands to still them.

“Faith. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Uh-huh. Did I mention that my daddy knows all about you?”

Okay. That was potentially problematic. “What?”

“Yeah. I told him everything. How we met, what you really do—everything.”

“And you didn’t think to mention this to me a little sooner? He’s going to kill me!” And rightly so. If a professional escort came sniffing around
my
daughter, I’d skin him alive. Most male escorts I knew fucked as many women as they could and then collected their fee, not caring about anything else. I mean, seriously. They’d fuck every date. Well, damn. I’m describing myself. Shit.

“He’s the one who convinced me to give you a chance.” She looked at me and lifted our hands. “I think we can do this. Let’s go.”

Well, how about that turn of events? She was usually the nervous one, and now I’m ready to shit my drawers.

The door was answered by a woman wearing a stern black-skirted suit. I think it was safe to say she was the housekeeper.

“Hi, Maisie.” Faith kissed the older lady’s cheek, which brooked no response from her except to usher us into the living room.

“Your parents will join you directly.” Her low-heeled, serviceable shoes clicked down the hallway as she left us.

“She sure seems like a ton of fun.” When my father was alive, we had people working in our house as well, but with one big difference. They were almost a part of the family. To this day, I still have an occasional lunch with our gardener, Rodrigo.

“My mother keeps her staff very separate from the family, but I still treat them as I would any other human being I’ve known my whole life.”

“Did I tell you how pretty you look today?” Faith had on a knee-length brown dress that had a thick black belt with large buttons on it running all the way around it, just under her breasts. It had cap sleeves and a high scooped neckline, which, to my chagrin, showed absolutely no décolletage.

“Yes, you did. Thank you.”

We sat down on the sofa, and I pulled her up close to me. Not being able to resist, I placed a small kiss on her upturned lips. Then another one. Before I knew it, our tongues were dueling and her hands were gripping my shirt. Just as I put my hand up to pull her hair out of that tight bun that I hated, I heard a not so subtle cough coming from behind us.

Faith pulled away from me so quickly, I think my tongue might have still been sticking out of my mouth. What a lovely sight that must have been. Awesome way to impress the parents, huh?

“So, that’s how it is, Faith? You bring your…” Mrs. Graham gave me a disgusted once-over, “
boyfriend
over to dirty up our formal sofa?”

Oh, this was going to be a fun night.

“So nice to see you again, Mrs. Graham.”
About as nice as getting a root canal.
“I apologize for the display of affection. I forget myself when Faith is anywhere in my viewing area.”
And fuck you too, Mrs. Graham.

Stepping directly in front of his wife, Mr. Graham walked over to me and gave me his hand. “Nice to see you again, Joe.” Then he turned to Mrs. Graham and gave her a slight set down. “You behave yourself, Patricia.”

“A pleasure to see you too, sir.” After the pleasantries were dispensed with, we all took a seat facing each other on opposite sofas, and Mrs. Graham rang for the housekeeper.

“Yes, ma’am?” Maisie must have been standing right outside the door, waiting to be summoned.

“Bring us some wine, please.” She tapped a finger twice to her chin, as if she hadn’t already planned out every minute of our little gathering. “The white, I believe.”

Just to be a dick, because I didn’t like her, I asked, “Would you happen to have a beer instead, Mrs. Graham?” I gave her what I hoped was a disgustingly sweet smile to go along with my request. And, God love her, Faith spoke up.

“A beer sounds great. Make that two please, Maisie, and we don’t need glasses.”

Mrs. Graham’s smile disappeared, but she nodded her head in acquiescence. It looked as if she were trying to frown in disapproval, but her latest injections prevented any lines from forming, so she wound up looking constipated instead.

“Great. Beer. In a bottle. So classy.” Having gotten her digs in, she finally made an attempt at actual conversation. “So, Joe. What exactly do you do for a living? Construction?”

Faith began fidgeting beside me. Since her father already knew the truth, and I never did get into any details about myself at the wedding that I had to worry about, I went with a half-truth.

“I’ve actually just decided to go back to school full-time, so as of next weekend, I won’t have a full-time job.” I knew she’d want to know how I could afford to do that, but I was going to make her work for it. She didn’t work for it very hard, though. Mrs. Patricia Graham was one forward lady and simply asked outright.

“And how will you afford to do that? I hope you’re not expecting Faith to pay your way, although that would explain this situation.”

What. The. Fuck? I looked over at Faith, willing her to speak up, but she remained stubbornly silent. I guess asking for a beer instead of drinking her mother’s wine was her limit for upsetting the apple cart.

“With all due respect, Mrs. Graham, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from any further attacks on my or Faith’s character.”

She placed her hand on the arm of the sofa as if she were getting ready to stand up, most likely so she could look down on me while she reprimanded me for what I’m sure she thought of as my insolent behavior. Before she could stand, Faith’s father put a hand on hers, stopping her mid-rise. “That’s enough, Patricia. More than enough, actually.”

Since he made an effort, I threw them a bone. “Thank you, Mr. Graham, but I’ll answer anyway. I have a sort of trust fund, you could say.” That would have to do for the moment. Mr. Graham knew where my money came from, I’m sure.

“Please, son, call me Dale.” He looked pointedly over at his wife and said, “And you may call my wife Patricia.”

She sniffed at that and raised her head up higher but forced a small smile on her face. “Of course.”

Interesting. Dale
did
possess a bit of control over the missus. Out of respect for her husband or something else? I’d be surprised if it were out of respect. She didn’t seem to have a good supply of that for others—at least not that I’d seen as of yet.

“What are you going to school for?”

“I’m going to finish my architecture degree. I only have a little over a year under my belt right now, so I have a ways to go.”

“Architecture. That’s great. You know there’s a firm right here in Beverly Hills called Starling Architecture. Any relation?”

And there it was. The one subject I hated talking about. Faith knew my father had killed himself, but that was about it. This wasn’t the time to tell my whole life story, so I stuck to the truth, just not all of it.

“Yes. That’s my uncle’s firm.” That was true, but it wasn’t the whole story. I was also part owner, as well as my sister. She signed her portion over to me when she started nursing school, not that there was much money to be had after my father was done with it. It took my uncle almost ten years to get it back to the rich firm it had been in the past, but I still didn’t even take the minimum distributions from the firm. My uncle reinvested them back into the company for me. Long ago, I tried to sell my portion to him, but he wouldn’t buy it. He wanted me to hold on to it. “It’s your legacy,” he’d said.

“They’re a solid firm. I’ve had the pleasure of doing business with them when I worked for the accounting firm they employed. They had some trouble a while back, as I’m sure you know.”

Ahh, so he also knew the story of my father.

He leaned over and patted my leg. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, son.”

“Go through what? What’s Daddy talking about, Joe?”

Dale answered for me, for which I was grateful. “It happened a long time ago. Let’s go take a walk through the gardens before your sisters get here, shall we?” I knew I’d have to tell Faith about my past at some point, and I’d tell her, but I was happy to be granted a reprieve for the moment.

Maisie entered with our drinks, and we each grabbed a glass, or bottle as it were, and followed Dale outside.

I’d love to tell you that the rest of the evening went swimmingly, but when her sisters arrived, we were treated with more of the same bullshit. Sassy was the only female in the family who seemed to genuinely love her sister, but even she wouldn’t go up against the others to defend Faith.

The dinner table was laden with food. Dana was munching on her lettuce and tomato wedges, watching me put a big steak on Faith’s plate.

“That’s a mighty big piece of meat there, Faith. Do you really think you should eat all that?”

“I’m not going to eat it all, Dana. As a matter of fact, you should have some of it. You’re looking rather… Never mind.”

That certainly caught her attention.

“Oh no. Please, finish what you were saying. I’d love to hear it.”

“No. Forget it, Dana. I don’t want to be like that.” She looked at me sweetly. “Could you please pass me a dinner roll, Joe?”

“Of course. Butter?”
Please say yes.

“What’s a roll without butter?” It was amusing to watch Dana look at Faith buttering her roll with abandon. When she was done, she looked right up at Dana and put almost half of it in her mouth. “Umm.”

Faith turned to her sister Sassy in an effort to bring forth a better subject. “How are you feeling, Sassy? Is the baby kicking yet?”

“Oh no. Not yet. I still feel sick in the mornings, but I feel fine after that. Better than fine, actually. Thanks for asking, Faith.”

The conversation then turned to fashion as my eyes glazed over. I would have escaped with the men after dinner was over, but I didn’t want to be trapped with Dana’s asshole husband, so I stayed by Faith’s side.

“So, Faith. I heard that you were thinking about helping your friend run her little baking business.”

“It’s not a little baking business, Marge. She owns two bakeries now and can’t get product out fast enough because she’s so in demand.”

It was like they couldn’t possibly talk to her without being negative or condescending.

“Oh, of course. I didn’t mean anything by that. Everyone needs something to do, right?”

“Yup. Well, are you ready, Joe? I really don’t have room for dessert, but dinner was delicious. Thank you, Mother.”

“Yes, well, you ate enough, didn’t you? Thank you for coming, dear.”

She didn’t even get up to hug her daughter or see her out. We stopped to say good night to her father and went on our way.

Having made our escape after that wretched dinner, I didn’t think the night could get worse, but as usual, I was dead wrong. When I drove Faith home at nine o’clock, she asked me if I wanted to come in.

“Do you want to come in, Joe?” Faith asked me before getting out of the car, still not making eye contact even after the amazing sex we’d had just hours earlier.

I had to tell her I couldn’t. Honestly, I would have rather peeled off my fingernails than answer that question. “I can’t.”

“Oh. Okay, good night then.” Quick as a bunny, she hopped out of the car.

“Wait!”
Fuck!
What could I say to her? I didn’t want to lie to her, but I
really
didn’t want to tell her I had a date. “Faith!”

Halfway up the walk, she turned around. I would have sworn I saw tears in her eyes, but then up went the head and the hands went on the hips.

“Uh-huh?” It was all I could do to contain my laugh. What a contradiction she was! I loved it.

All desire to laugh quickly fled when I started speaking again. “I have a job tonight that I tried to get out of, but I couldn’t.” My brain was telling me to shut the fuck up, but my mouth kept going anyway. “There’s this crazy woman. Sophia DeMarino, and she found out I was leaving. She booked me for the whole night. I told Stan no, several times actually, but—”

Faith put her hand up about an inch in front of my face. When I stopped moving toward her, she turned and walked up to her door, unlocking it before whirling around to face me again. “Sophia, huh? Jesus. Never mind. What the hell was I thinking?”

Aw, fuck. I blew it, and I didn’t know what to do. I was so close, and just like that, I was going to lose her for good. “It’s just a job, Faith. She means nothing. I can’t stand her! I swear, but I have to go.”

“Really. You
have
to. Hey, I get it. Today was great, thanks. Now, I’ll be seeing you.” She turned around to enter her house, but I grabbed her arm, not having any idea of what I was going to do. I did the only thing I was good at. Yup, you guessed it. I grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides and kissed her, trying to pour all my emotions into it. Trying to
will
her to feel what was inside me. At first, she kissed me back, but then she jerked out of my hold and gave me a hard shove. “Stop. Forget it, Joe. Just go.”

“No!”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
There was nothing I could say to make it better. Nothing. “Faith, please. Just let me get these last three jobs over with, and I’m all yours.”

She stood there, her hand back on the doorknob shaking her head, brows drawn together in disgust. “So basically, you
just
have to fuck three more women and then I can have the leftovers. Thanks, but no thanks.”

Goddammit. She doesn’t believe a fucking word I say!
“It’s not like that! I’m telling you.” I didn’t appreciate her flippant attitude even a little bit. Here I was, changing my entire life for her, for fuck’s sake, and she was going to change her mind now? Screw that.

“Have you slept with her, Joe?”

Ah shit. “Yes.” My anger faded a bit in the face of the truth.

“More than once?”

Double shit. I kicked a stone sitting by my shoe, and it went sailing as my anger completely left me. She was right. She
should
turn around, walk into her house, and forget I ever existed. “Yes, but—”