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  "Shit.” He scrubbed his hands over his face then shook his head. “I knew better."

  "Better than what?” I ask as he begins pacing back and forth.

  "Shit!” He clenched his fists and I took a step back. “You did that on purpose didn't you? So where is it going to end up? How much are they paying you for it? What do you want from me?"

  "Nothing.” His face was red and angry. It made my heart ache. Not that I was in love with him, but to think I would do what I did for any purpose other than my own pleasure and his, hit me in the gut like a bag of bricks.

  "Don't look at me like that.” He shook his head. His eyebrows drawn together in a scowl, his lips pursed. He was as handsome as ever but mad nonetheless.

  "I didn't do what I did last night to put it in the paper. I did it for me.” I turned to walk out but thought better of it. “I knew it would be awkward for you to see me again, but I have a job to do. I had five questions to ask you about the movie, that's all. Last night, that was something for me. I guess women suck you off on a regular basis but I generally don't drop to my knees for anyone, even celebrities."

  "Wait.” He said as I walked out. Respect is an essential part of any relationship. Self-respect was essential to the most important relationship I had, the one with myself.

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  Real Good Man

  I packed my bags and sat on the foot of the hotel bed. My plane wasn't due to leave for another six hours but I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I wanted to get away from him, as far away as possible. A simple fantasy had turned into a nightmare. Frustrated and pouting I didn't know what else to do so I sat there sulking.

  The knock on my door came as a surprise. I hadn't ordered anything, I wasn't expecting anyone. I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole.

  My heart lodged in my throat. There he was, leaning against the doorframe with one hand on his hip. He looked ready to leave when I turned the lock and opened the door.

  "Hey.” He said and looked both ways down the hall. “Can I come in?"

  I stepped back. Every motion I made was with effort. Here he was in my hotel room. I was angry, disappointed, but at the same time after cooling off, I realized he wasn't a normal guy. He was living in a fish bowl and he'd taken one liberty with me and didn't know if I would share that with the world.

  "You're leaving?” He asked as I shut the door.

  "In a few hours I head back to Kentucky.” My tongue was like cotton my words struggled. In the light of day, he was more handsome than any photograph. He still wore the same outfit he had on earlier. His hand rose up and pushed through his hair. It gave a new tumble to the brown locks. The stretch of his arm reminded me of what an impressive stomach he had.

  "Kentucky?” His eyebrow lifted and he made a face. It was adorable and I smiled.

  "Yeah.” I shrugged.

  "I thought you were a reporter for the Cali Chronicle.” He walked around the room looking at my luggage, the chair, the bed, the dresser, anything but me.

  "I am. I telecommute; they have both online and print publications.” I still stood by the door. “I lived in California when I was at college. Then I went home to help my grandmother until she passed. She left me the house so I stayed there."

  I didn't know why I was talking so damn much but my nerves were getting the best of me.

  "You want me to go?” He asked and motioned toward the door.

  "No.” I shook my head.

  "You wanna sit down then?” He took a seat at the table and looked at me expectantly. “You're making me nervous standing by the door."

  I crossed the floor in what seemed like slow motion. The reality of this moment was still sinking in. He looked at me thoughtfully as I took a seat at the table. His fingers drew my attention as they strummed in turn across the wood.

  "I wanted to apologize for earlier.” He said then sat back in his chair. “I wasn't expecting to see you again. I really wasn't expecting you to walk in with a press tag. I've never been that careless before and when I saw you, I just expected the worst."

  "I understand.” And I did. “It was a moment. I don't normally go around blowing guys in elevators. But how could I pass up a chance to be with you in person?"

  He smiled. His cheeks turned pink. “I'm not special."

  "Yeah ya are.” I could feel the heat creep into my own cheeks. “I lobbied for three months to get permission to come to this junket."

  "Really?” He looked at me and my heart skipped a beat. My nipples hardened and my clit pulsed. That fast I was in lust all over again.

  I shrugged. His tongue swept out over his bottom lip.

  "You know when I saw you walking last night I thought about you. I didn't just wonder where you were going. I wondered who you were, what you did, you caught my attention.” He smiled that half smile women around the world longed to see up close like this. His face was showing stubble along his jaw, chin and upper lip. It gave him a very rugged look, it made me long to touch him.

  "Well, I'm an advice columnist for the Cali Chronicle and you have held my attention for over a year now.” I smiled, licked my lips and tried not to tremble.

  "What time does your plane leave?” He looked at me. I knew in that instant he wanted me. He was curious and so was I. A dangerous game for us both to be playing. He could easily call my job and have me fired for inappropriate conduct. He is a star; I am a replaceable column in a magazine. For my part, I could betray his trust, and share this experience with the world. Of course, I wouldn't. I wouldn't share these details with anyone, but he didn't know that. Or did he?

  "What do you have in mind?” I lean in and hope he can see how ready I am for whatever it is he is thinking.

  "What are you up for?” He pulled his bottom lip in and bit it. He leaned closer and opened his hand on the table. My heart pounded against my chest and my panties grew wet.

  My hand crept across the table and touched his. His strong fingers, soft yet rugged gripped my hand and pulled me up as he stood. I looked up at him and said, “Everything."

  "Everything?” He tilted his head and looked at me.

  "Yes.” I tiptoed up to meet his lips as they came down to greet mine.

  My right leg bent and my foot lifted off the ground, just like in the old time movies. His kiss was breathtaking. My tongue caressed his in long lazy strokes. He wasn't fast and clumsy; he took his time exploring my mouth. He stroked his tongue across the roof of my mouth and it tickled. A sensation I had never experienced before.

  His hands pulled me in closer, fingers spread on my lower and upper back. I became light headed. I needed air but I would pass out before pulling away from him. My clit throbbed, and as if he read my mind, he slipped a well muscled leg between my thighs.

  The leg that bent back now came forward and wrapped around his. He pulled out of the kiss but not before I gently nibbled his lower lip.

  I looked up at him. His eyes were heavy with lust, his breath labored, his heartbeat matching mine in pace. He smiled then said, “You have gorgeous eyes."

  "Back at ya.” I held onto his back like a lifeline. When he returned to kiss again, it wasn't as tender as the first time. It was hungry, eating at my mouth with urgency. I responded in kind. Nothing on the planet would make me happier than to have those lips, that mouth, eating my pussy the way it was eating my kisses. His nose collided with mine as we switched positions. His feet began to move us towards the bed.

  "I want you so bad...” He said as he lowered us both to the bed. “I haven't felt like this since I was seventeen."

  I couldn't respond to that admission. He took my lips again and with ease, he laid us both back on the bed. His able fingers undid the buttons on my blouse. I pulled at the gray sweater and shirt beneath it. He laughed a strangled laugh. I smiled.

  "Take it off.” I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off as he pulled his over his head. As the material came up, I witnessed the awesome sight of his chest. Sprinkled with
soft brown hair swirling around each masculine nipple. I could not resist, I latched on to him and his arms fell around my back as the shirt fell to the side of the bed.

  "My turn.” He pushed me back and pulled the cup of my bra to expose my breast. “These are real aren't they?"

  "Yes.” I said as he bent to suckle the beaded nipple. My whole pussy throbbed now. I could feel the electric pulse of each suck arch from the tip of my nipple to the tip of my clit. My fingers pushed through his soft brown hair and my head fell back as he switched to treat the other nipple with the same succulent pleasure. “You are making me crazy."

  "Good.” He whispered then licked my neck. “I did fantasize about you last night. I could barely sleep. I kept replaying your lips on my cock, and I kept wondering if I would ever see you again."

  All the things a woman wanted to hear. At least everything I wanted to hear from my lust crush. “Let me suck on you."

  "Can I do the same?” He asked as he rolled to his back.

  "Nothing would make me happier.” My stomach trembled as his fingers trailed over me down to the button on my slacks. We smiled at each other, silently agreeing to take off our own pants as we had the shirts.

  The room was filled with daylight; we could see each other completely. Unlike last night there were no shadows to hide his face, and no shadows to conceal any insecurity I may have. And I do have a few, but nothing as major as to stop me now.

  "Nice tat.” He stroked a thumb over the design on my lower back setting off tingles in places I was unaware could tingle until then. I unfastened my bra and my breasts settled heavily against me.

  "It was a bet.” I pulled the pants off completely and turned to face him. He was laid back on the pillow just looking at me and stroking the raised design of the tattoo. A small design, a black and white yin and yang circle. “Some days I regret it, others I am pretty proud I had the balls to sit there and get it."

  "It's nice.” He slid his hand up my back and tugged at my shoulder. I turned to face him completely. “So."

  "So.” I said and attempted to look at his eyes not his erection.

  "Here we are.” He said sincerely with a slight smile. “Naked."

  "Yes.” I responded breathlessly, “You are naked."

  My courage returned in a whoosh as I slid my hand up his hair-roughened calf and over his kneecap. He slid the back of one hand down my arm leaving chills of fire in its wake. My nipples tightened impossibly more, my hand reached for the stalk of his erection, and he hissed a breath as I gripped him.

  "He's beautiful.” I said and meant it. Perfect. I had never seen a more perfect penis in my lifetime, and I had seen my share of dicks before. His bashfulness at the flattery was betrayed by the drop of pre-come sliding down the broad head. “For me?"

  I didn't give him a chance to respond to my question, I leaned over and licked a gentle lick across the top and gathered the taste of him on my tongue. “You're also delicious."

  His abs jerked as his hands moved to my thighs pulling me over him. “Let's see who tastes best shall we?"

  I don't think he realized how turned on I was just to be in the same room with him, much less straddling his face. As his fingers slid up my thigh, I slid my mouth down his cock. I wanted to keep from crying out. It was no use.

  Two thumbs pulled my folds apart and I moaned as his tongue hit my swollen flesh.

  "Damn you're hot.” He said before returning to his exploration.

  And explore he did. Masterfully he licked up one swollen fold then down the other. His tongue probed the opening and circled the tender entrance. When he finally flicked it over my clit, I nearly came. “Jacob.” I cried out and gripped his cock harder.

  "Suck my balls like you did last night, which was amazing by the way.” He rasped, then returned to his tortuously gentle flicking over my clit.

  I obliged him, and was rewarded with a finger pressed inside me. I could feel each knuckle as he slid in. The next probe he pushed in two. He began scissoring them, stretching the tender flesh, exploring my depths and what angles I responded to most.

  I pulled to the tip and released with a pop. “I want you to fuck me."

  The words sounded ragged and desperate to my own ears.

  He rumbled a response and then suckled me as his two fingers rammed deep, hard, and fast into me. I couldn't put my mouth on him, my teeth were clenched as the sensation chased through my body and wound me so tight I thought I might break. Then I did, into a thousand pieces as I shuddered and jerked involuntarily. I loosened my grip for fear I may hurt him. The cries ripped from my throat were unlike anything I had heard before. I needed that.

  "Are you on birth control?” He asked as he pushed my ass with both of his hands moving me forward.

  "Yes.” I nodded as I moved over him.

  "Then ride me.” He gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his perfect pink cock. The feel of his glands as they rubbed past my entry almost toppled me again. Determined to give him a good ride I closed my eyes and focused on the pull and push, the lift and drag of fucking him. His fingers gripped me tighter, branding my skin with his marks. He pushed up as I pushed down causing my breasts to jiggle and the nipples to ache. “That's so good."

  "Yeah?” I asked. “What else can I do?"

  "What do you want to do?"

  "Anything.” I responded and I meant it. This was a once in a lifetime chance and I wanted to take him any way my body would allow it. Any way he wanted to, any way that would leave my image in his mind for a while after I was gone.

  "Anything?” He jerked and lost his rhythm under the word.

  I stilled, and then slowly rearranged myself so that I could turn around to face him without pulling his cock out of me. Once I looked at him face to face, time stood still. I could feel the cool air over my sweat wet skin, I could smell the two of us and our efforts in the room, I could see the flame lit in those big blue eyes. I watched as a drop of sweat rolled from his temple, as his bottom lip pulled in and tucked under his top before returning. I licked my own lips, bent closer to his mouth and whispered, “Anything."

  His grip on my ass firmed and then slowly he began to rock me up and down his shaft again. “Tell me what I do in your fantasies."

  I wasn't expecting that. I faltered a heartbeat and then swallowed my fear. What was the worst he could say? No. Hell, I was already in heaven, I didn't need more I just wanted it.

  "You take me in every way known to man. You're gentle yet firm, giving yet demanding, and you make me come...” I smiled, a slight giggle escaped. “You make me come until the batteries give out."

  He smiled. “Let's see if I can hold out then."

  His finger slid between my ass cheeks and circled the budded hole there. My eyes must have grown bigger in surprise. This wasn't something I did usually but it was something I would do with him if that is what he wanted. “I have lube in the bag."

  "Good.” He firmly smacked my butt cheek and said, “Get it."

  I tried to get off, of him but he grabbed my neck gently and pulled me down for a mind blowing, tongue twisting, soul binding kiss. When he let me up for air, I was dizzy. “I'll be right back."

  The sting on my left cheek tingled as I searched my overnight bag for the tube of lubricant. I heard him moving on the bed behind me.

  "Wow,” He said. “You can see my whole hand on your ass."

  I turned my head and smiled. “It still tingles."

  "I've never smacked a girl's ass like that before, was it too hard?” He tilted his head.

  "No.” I smiled and returned with the tube. “This is plain lubricant. I've never done this before. I mean I've read about it, given advice based on research and doctors reports, but I haven't had anything other than a finger up there and that was for my exam."

  His lips curled in a very naughty fashion. “I've done this before."

  "Here,” I passed him the tube. “Show me what to do."

  "Lay down.” He got up on his knees and positioned m
e on my back. He slid down and spread my legs wide over each muscular thigh. His penis bobbed and weaved on its own accord. I looked at the bulbous head still covered in my juices. I wanted to lick him, to suck him again. I enjoyed sucking a man off but I thought I could spend my life on my knees before that beautiful dick. “You're breaking my concentration."

  "How?” I asked and looked up at him. He was staring at me.

  "You keep staring at my dick like you want to eat it.” He squeezed lube onto his fingers and lifted a brow.

  "I do.” I watched his fingers. He sat the tube close to his leg.

  His bottom lip disappeared under his top and back out again. I really liked the way he licked his lips by sucking the lower lip in to wet it then pressing them together. It seemed so masculine to me. Not as masculine as the bob of his Adam's apple as he leaned over me though. “Relax."

  I nod and swallow hard as he gently takes my lips and slicks his fingers over the virginal bud of my asshole.

  He circles gently, gently, and then he begins to kiss down my neck as he slowly applies pressure. In, out, not breaching just pressing. As I get used to it, he slides further down my body. At the moment he pushed into me to the first knuckle of his finger, he suckled my clit with his mouth.

  The assault of pleasure and pressure send me rocking into him. His finger dips farther into my anus and I realize I did that myself. He continues to lick and suck my clit as the push and pull inside my ass becomes comfortable, familiar, and pleasurable.

  A second finger stretches me as I topple over the edge in a violent orgasm. I jerk, and I feel him smiling against my pussy as I come. He did that, and he is proud of it. I imagine he was not expecting to take my ass cherry but as he sits back and looks at me, I know nothing in this world would please him more.

  To my surprise, he has a condom ready. He disrupts my haze long enough to roll it on. “You're going to like this."