Sweet Downfall (4 page)

She threw a pillow at him.

He caught it, chuckling. “You liked it. Admit it.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Wanna do that to me later?”

Her eyes widened.

He waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe?”

“I really don’t know how to do it, silly!”

“I’ll teach you.”

She bit into her sandwich, her face flaming.

“Promise me you won’t bite my Frankfurter? It’s the only thing I got and you got.”

That made her laugh again. He was incorrigible.

“Come here.”

She crawled to his side. He nuzzled her shoulder.

“You showered.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Next time, don’t.”

“Why?”

“I like your natural smell after you come. I like smelling my sweat and my cum on your skin.”

“Ick, gross!”

He grinned. “Baby, say that later when you’re doing the Paris thing on me.”

Holy hairy balls of fire, thank you Paris!

Angie was going at his Frankfurter like a crackhead. Eager. Happy. So fucking excited to consume her fix. Like any regular bloke, he loved receiving head from a woman. Luckily, he often got it easily. The perks of playing a mean guitar. Women dug that shit big time. But taking head from the woman he loved was a major fucking high of a different level.

Of a whole new different zone, too.

Off the charts. Stratospheric!

He was working a high faster than crack could take effect. He didn’t know why. Her hands were too tight on his shaft, her tongue not dexterous enough for those oral acrobatics the other chicks had mastered to an art form but hot damn, she was working him up real damn good and his balls hurt from holding off because he wanted it to last longer.

He held her face and gently pushed her away from his impossibly hard stick. He couldn’t believe he was rearing to shoot so soon after blasting like a motherfucker just an hour ago. “Baby, slow down, slow down...”

She licked her lips. “You don’t like it?”

He wanted to laugh. ‘Like’ wasn’t even the right word to describe how he dug her lips on his cock. “I love it. I love you.”

He kissed her lips, tasting some of his pre-spunk. That should have turned him off but what the fuck, knowing she carried his taste in her sweet innocent lips which were not so innocent anymore gave him pure Neanderthal high.

“I’d really like to learn how to do that right.”

Do it right? Given time and practice, she could suck the chrome off his electric guitar. Hell, yeah, he would enjoy teaching her how to do that.

“So, how did I do?”

A virgin who wanted a blow job rating when he was in a life or cum situation? Damn, he really loved her. “You were dope, baby.”

“Huh?”

“Awesome.”

“Better than Paris?”

“Are you kidding me?! Paris ain’t got nothing on you.”

She giggled. “Liar.”

“Don’t mention other people when we’re making love. It’s just you and me, baby. Just you and me,”

She gifted him with a dreamy smile. “Yes. Just you and me.”

He laid her on the bed and settled himself between her sexy legs. He cupped her knockers. Twin babies of perfection. Just the perfect size to fill his hands full and fat enough for some cleavage action for his junior. But that can wait. He couldn’t cram all the moves he wanted to do to her in just one session. He had to bust her cherry first.

“Babe, when’s your period?”

Since he’d practically kidnapped her out of impulse today, he had not prepared. No fucking condoms in this house. He’d stopped putting rubber in his wallet or in his truck or anywhere else he used to stack them, making good of his promise not to take her virginity until she’d finished college. He’d prepared himself to be tortured for three long years, to prove his love and his good intentions, to her and her family.

“What?” she asked him, dazed.

“Your period.” He didn’t know why he was asking, but hell, no matter how far gone he was, he still wanted to protect her. He could pull out just at the right time to reduce the chance of her getting knocked up. He hoped. But stopping now was not an option.

He nudged her slit with his cock head. “Angie, tell me.” He teased that super responsive nubbin and she moaned, loving it. He rimmed her little hole, slick and flowing with her sweet honey again, so ready for him.

“Uhmmm... I had it last week...I think... yes, more than a week ago.”

His mind worked faster than Einstein’s on that figure. Safe. Relatively safe. That added another inch to his erection. His cock could do the happy dance now.

He knelt on the bed, taking his weight off of her. He guided his arrow to hit the bullseye cherry. “I’m coming in. You ready?”

She nodded. No fear now.

He breached the gate of heaven.

She gasped.

“Hurt?” he asked her gruffly, desperately holding himself from ramming into her hard as his instinct was urging him to do. But he was no rutting animal when it came to his baby. Damn, this was an act of sainthood proportions!

“Uhm, no...no...”

Braving his fear of hurting her, he pushed harder and the head popped in.

She made a distressed yelp, her nails biting onto his biceps painfully.

“Sweet fffffffuck...!” She was choking his knob like a death grip, but he would happily die like this. He’d never felt anything so indescribably good!

He lowered his frame above her, careful not to push deeper. “It’s alright. It’s alright, sweetheart, relax...”

He kissed her lips tenderly.

“Jaq...Ummmnn.” She was wincing, squirming under him in discomfort.

He rimmed her earlobe with his tongue to distract her from the pain and pressed deeper ever so slowly. Once he’d breached the tight gate, her inner walls were more receptive...until he came into a barrier.

There it was.

His. Only his.

“Remember when we first saw each other?”

“Uhmmm...Jaq...it hurts now...”

“You know the first time I saw you at Hysteria…you were so beautiful there on the dance floor. You made my cock so hard that night...as hard as my cock now inside you...Feel that?”

“Uhmmm...yes...”

“I wanted you then. So much. I never wanted anybody like I wanted you, like I want you now. I want to slide inside you like this...every day...every night. Would you like that, my love?”

“Uhmmm...yes...yes.”

He rotated his hips, stretching her very snug but very slick walls, making himself familiar and comfy. She seemed to like that, too. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed and sucked at his shaft, but the depth was not enough. He still had plenty of him waiting to hit home run.

“I love you, my sweet, sweet Angel.”

“I love you, too. Jaq, I love you so much!” she said passionately but she was wincing.

His hand snaked between them again and played with her clit. Her arousal shifted back to high gear. She was so responsive and he vowed to practice a million ways of pleasuring her, especially with his stick, until just the thought of it sliding into her would make her cream.

His guitar was her body, her clit was the six strings and he revved it like he knew best, like it was the sweetest song in his heart.The second she hit the highest note, he slammed hard into her, bringing all of him inside her.

She screamed, contracting almost violently around his cock in another sweet, sweet orgasm.

“God, Angie…!” He moved, riding the ripples of her ecstasy. She’d brought him to the brink by his excitement in finally claiming her virginity and making her come in the process. He didn’t need any more teasing.

A few short, quick slides and he lost it, too.

All of himself.

Inside her. All over her.

His cum, his love, his soul.

All flowed into her sweet, heavenly body.

Home sweet home.

CRASHED

LADY DEBRA CHALMERS
was studying the libretto of the new musical she’d be top-billing when the butler approached her.

“Excuse me, Lady Chalmers, there’s a long distance call for you.”

She smiled. Jaq was calling her? That was the only call she’d be expecting from overseas. But her son would only call her on special occasions like her birthday and Christmas. She was the one who would always call him. They hadn’t seen each other for more than a year now because Jaq refused to come to London even for a visit. She would have to visit him in Manila soon, something she was still not comfortable with. Besides, she had to have her husband’s permission to do so. Alfred didn’t want her traveling without him.

“I’ll take it here. Thank you, Walter.”

She stood up and picked up the phone sitting on a Neo-classic table.

“Hello, Jaq?”

“Debbie! It’s Celica!”

She gripped the phone hard. The last time she got a relative calling in a frantic voice, someone in the family died. She uttered a silent prayer. “Cel?”

“Debbie, it’s Jaq!”

Fear immediately gripped her. These were the calls she dreaded the most to receive, too, something that concerned her only child. Whatever it was, she prayed it wasn’t grave. “What happened?”

“People arrived here at our house accompanied by the police and some army guys! They were looking for Jaq! They searched the whole house, Deb! Without a warrant! Ruben and I could do nothing!”

“What?! Why?! Why were they looking for Jaq?!”

“They said Jaq kidnapped the daughter of Manolo Yulo!”

At the mention of the name, Debra felt the floor tilt. She grabbed the back of a chair for balance. “Daughter of M-manolo Y-yulo…?”

“Deb, what are we gonna do? You gotta come home! We’re so scared for Jaq! He hasn’t called us and we couldn’t reach his phone! He’s not in his townhouse either!”

Her ears were ringing from Celica’s agitated speech but she tried to focus despite the terror now surrounding her. “Cel…calm down. Tell me again what happened. Slowly.”

“Minutes ago, Manolo Yulo arrived with his two sons. They were accompanied by the police and some military men. They were looking for Jaq and when we said he’s not here, the police searched our house without a warrant. They interrogated us. That’s when I learned that Jaq allegedly kidnapped Manolo Yulo’s daughter. They asked us where Jaq could possibly go. Of course, we said we didn’t know. Deb, you must come home immediately! We can’t handle this on our own!”

“Okay, okay, Cel. I will book a flight ASAP. I will be there the day after.”

“Deb, Manolo Yulo looked so furious! He’s a very wealthy and powerful man and we’re afraid he might do something bad to Jaq if he finds him!”

Wealthy and powerful man. Didn’t she know that first hand? “Do you have an idea where Jaq could be?”

“They said they’ve searched Jaq’s townhouse and he’s not there. He could be in the rest house. I don’t know any other place where he could go and hide, if he’s indeed hiding. We need to warn Jaq that the authorities are looking for him but we can’t reach him. We don’t want to go to the rest house. We might get followed. I know they’re watching our every move now! I’m so scared, Deb!”

“Cel, calm down…shhh.”

“My God, Deb, I don’t know what’s happening to Jaq! We didn’t notice anything wrong the last time he came over to visit us weeks ago. He’s been busy with his shows and rarely showed up here. He looked fine and happy so I don’t understand why he would do such a thing! To kidnap someone! Ruben and I are freaking out here, Deb–”

“Alright, Cel, I’ll put down the phone now so I can book a flight. I will be there the soonest time possible, I promise. Thank you so much Cel for taking care of Jaq. I will see you soon, okay?”

The moment she put down the phone, she dropped weakly on a chair. The name still rang loudly in her ears.

Manolo Yulo.

It had been a long, long time since she even allowed herself to think of him.

So many questions came to mind. Why would Jaq get involved in any way with Manolo’s family or kidnap his daughter?!