Breathless - Jesse Book 1 (6 page)

Jesse

Wow, my mind melted into a euphoric bliss from the little yellow pill Holly had dropped into my mouth earlier. I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arm around her waist, her thick thighs bumping up against mine, as I guided her towards my motel room located just across from the bar. Her soft dark hair swished against my body in the night air as we walked. I stopped outside the door, transfixed on all that dark long hair. I was mesmerized. I reached out my hand and stroked it, feeling the sensation of its softness on my fingertips. My sense of touch was embellished. I picked up a silky lock and rubbed it between my fingers. It felt like liquid.

 
Ah, this was the shitz.

I reached out with both of my hands tousling my fingers in her hair, pushing it up and swirling it around on her head like a crazy man, absorbed by my own motions.

She giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Your hair.” I kept swirling. “Your hair is sooo nice. I love your hair. I want to rub it all over my body. I want to wrap myself up naked in your hair...”

She knew it was the effects of the drugs making me act stupid. I didn’t care. She didn’t care. She reached up and pulled my hands out of her hair and we fell into a long heavy kiss which felt fucking awesome on my lips, but I needed to get inside the damn room before I exploded on the sidewalk outside.

“You got the key, sugar?” She leaned against the red brick wall waiting for me, twirling her finger in her hair.

I fumbled in my pocket and found the plastic key card. As I rubbed my fingers over the smooth plastic card, with its slick glass-like surface, it felt lustrous, more uniform than anything I had ever felt on earth. I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger, hyper-focused on its texture.

“Give me that,” she said, and snatched it out of my hand, unlocking the door. I laughed and she grabbed a fist full of T-shirt at my chest and pulled me through the door. Damn, I was in a happy mood all of a sudden. No, I was in a goddamn fucking fantastic mood. Oh fuck me. I loved this room. I loved the bed in this room. I loved the stained green carpet in this room. I loved the curtains and those tiny little yellow flowers on the curtains in this goddamn awesome room. This was the goddamn most awesome motel room ever.

We fell into the room laughing and I kicked the door shut with my foot. We danced around in the short space between the door and the bed, our bodies tangled together, side stepping our way to the edge of the bed. Clawing and tearing at each other’s clothes, we fell onto the cheap floral bedspread. It was a damn small room, but I didn’t give a shit. I loved it and I was on the verge of diving into a tight, wet pussy. All I cared about was getting that beautiful round ass up in the air, so I could rock that pussy with my hard cock.
Fuck
. If her hair felt magnificent, imagine how intense her hot little cunt would feel?

 
Where the hell’s my condom?

I had a raging “hard on” burning a hole in my jeans. Panting and breathless, I jumped up from the bed and tore off my shirt. Holly pulled off her loose top in one sweep over her head, while I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my jeans, underwear and all, relieved to set myself free.

She wiggled on the bed, disrobing and caught sight of my massive erection, springing up to the ceiling. “Damn baby. You’re hot as hell. You need to fuck me quick with that thing.”

Hell yeah.

My blood rushed through my veins, like a bat outta hell. I bent over digging in my jeans on the floor for my wallet, it contained the condom I needed. I couldn’t wait another minute. I stood up, looked at her sitting there on the bed and pushed my hand up through my hair. Every sensation felt incredibly intense, my skin prickling with the impressions of a million pins.

I growled.
Oh shit, did I really do that out loud?
All she had left on was her black lace panties. I fell in love with the intricate lace design on those panties, as it seemed to expand and rise up off her skin. She sat with one arm across her breasts, covering her nipples. She pulled the length of long dark hair to one side, exposing her neck and letting her head hang down. She pushed and caressed her own breasts with her hands. My cock hungrily jerked and my blood surged, rocketing fire through my veins. I reached out with both hands, to pull the panties down her hips. She laid back slowly and stretched out throwing her arms up over her head, as I pulled.
Oh my fucking god
. This was going to be crazy hot sex. I exhaled. My entire body vibrated and waves of euphoria washed over me. My heart rate accelerated and I reveled in it.

This was some fucking good shit.

She rubbed one hand across her tits, while the other slid down her stomach and rubbed at her trimmed mound. She rolled her head to one side and licked her lips.

I crawled onto the bed on my knees and ran one hand up the inside of her leg, pushing it open as I touched the thick meat of her thigh. Her skin felt incredibly smooth. The firmness felt good in my hand. I squeezed, letting the response fill my brain. She moaned.

Damn, this chick was ready
.

I pushed my hand up further and slipped my fingers into her folds. The slippery wetness felt incredible. She bucked and thrust her hips in the air as I swirled my fingertips deeper into the folds of her skin. She was so soft and wet I thought my fingers would meld right into her skin. I wanted to swim into her sea and roll on the waves all night.

My mouth fell open and I was impulsively drawn down on her by the scent of her pussy, tingling in my nose.

Fuck
,
I gotta taste her.

I wanted her sweet rain drops on my tongue, shooting into my mouth with her ragged orgasm. I shoved my face in her pussy and grabbed her ass with both hands. She felt like butter on my tongue.

 
Oh fuck, she did taste good.

I flicked and swirled with my tongue. She wrenched and moaned, hitching her breath. The sounds of her pleasure were deep and primitive. Each tone, a call my body answered with a primal drive. I licked that pussy and finger fucked her until she screamed out her orgasm and my cock was a red hot, steel shaft, aching for relief.

Oh muther fucking God. I wanted to drive my cock deep in her.

My mind reeled with outrageous carnal lust as I struggled not to let my sexual desire sweep me under just yet. I had to get the goddamn condom on first. I left her panting on the bed and reached for the nightstand. I picked up the condom and ripped open the package. My heart was racing, my mouth felt dry. I fumbled with putting it on. My mind was pierced with one razor sharp thought, with that one damn sensation I craved. I was gonna fuck her breathless.

She moved towards me on the bed, her movements triggering animalistic reactions. I pulled her by her ankles to the edge of the bed and flipped her over.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you baby,” I panted.

She gasped and squealed. That high pitch kind of girl moan always spiked my adrenaline in a flash and I knew I had to fuck her bent over the edge of the bed. I grunted and drove my hard cock into that sweet ass pussy.

Fuck yeah.

She was still a fine wet mess. I held her hips and pounded her hard. The pleasure of her tight pussy all around me was off the charts. The rush was so fantastic, so extreme I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. Her body rocked and jolted hard, as I raged inside of her. My awareness of reality was slipping away with each frantic thrust and stroke.

Oh my fucking God!

I felt the tidal wave coming; it was a muther fucking monster. This time I didn’t hold back, I surrendered and let it take me under, as I exploded my cum inside of her.

“Oh God,” I gasped, between breaths. “That was fucking intense.”

She rolled over onto her back and threw a bent arm up, resting her forearm on her forehead, pulling large breaths of air into her lungs.

“Wow. Yeah, intense is the word.” She was still reeling from the pounding she took.

I fell onto the bed beside her. My heart was still racing and my skin tingled like it was on fire. The effects of the drug were at their height. I felt alive. I was euphoric, and happy with the entire world. Nothing could stop me, I was invincible. I was a goddamn sex god, with enough testosterone to fuck this pussy all night. And I had every fucking intention of doing just that.

Goddamn, my mouth was dry.

I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I turned on the cold faucet and cupped my hands under the waterfall, scooping handfuls into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough. The cool water splashed and trickled down my chin as I gulped for dear life. Jesus, even the water hitting my skin felt like a new sensation, like I felt it for the first time. I threw handfuls on my face, not caring that it sprayed onto the floor. I ran my open hands down my face to accentuate the effect.

I carried two cups of water from the bathroom and placed them on the nightstand. Holly grabbed one, eagerly gulping it down, soothing the dry mouth side effect of the XTC. I stared at her tits as she drank. They looked amazing. Round, plump and the nipples were large and hard from arousal. She had the kind of nipples that were surrounded by an exceptionally large dark area. The urge to feel those large nipples in my mouth hit me like a ton of bricks, and my cock rose to an intensified erection. Those large pink nipples needed to be in my mouth, like right now.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I had to take her again, driven by another one of the drug induced cravings,to slam my cock deep inside of her. I was going to fuck this girl all night long.

Holly reached over the edge of the bed and dug something out of her purse from the floor.

“We need some music,” she said. She popped her iPod into the docking station of the clock radio at the side of the bed and put on her favorite playlist of slow jamz. I crawled on top of her and pushed a handful of tit into my mouth.

We lost ourselves in the music for hours and I pounded her again and again, fucking her in every way imaginable, until the plateau of my high taped off. We went at it all goddamn night, kissing, licking, fucking, talking, and feeling the music with more awareness than we thought possible. But eventually we crashed into exhaustion, and fell asleep.

*~*~*

Fuck
,
what’s that horrible noise?

I reached over a long haired girl next to me in bed and yanked the iPod out of its docking station. Reality sank in as I looked around the cheap motel room. The time on the clock reminded me that I had better get my ass on the road and drive, if I wanted to make any progress towards California today.

I rolled out of bed without a sound and found my clothes strewn all over the damn floor. I pulled on my jeans and shoved my feet into my shoes as best I could in my fatigued aftermath of the night before. I glanced at the girl, entwined in crumpled sheets, her nice ass partially exposed.

 
Damn, I fucked the shit out of her last night.

I scribbled a short note on the motel note pad and left it on the nightstand, sitting under her iPod with a twenty dollar bill.

Holly,

Had to hit the road. Long trip ahead of me.

Thanks for the good time last night.

Breakfast is on me.

Jesse

I quietly slipped out the door, climbed into my pickup truck and headed west.

Niki

“Do you like it?” Kat’s eyes were beaming, when she showed me her rather abstract paint job on the wall in her room.

So much for getting our security deposit back when we move out.

“It’s…um…interesting. Very artistic,” I replied.

“I knew you would like it,” she said hugging me. “I’m so happy we finally did this. We are going to have so much fun.”

“We sure will. Careful hun, don’t get paint all over me. This is a brand new shirt.”

“Aww, you are such a wimp. It’s just a little paint. It will wash off.” She laughed and reached for the brush. Oh, I knew exactly what she was up to and ran for the door, barely escaping being part of her artwork. I slammed it shut, held it tight and trapped her inside.

“Hey, let me out,” Kat yelled, rattling the door knob.

“Only if you promise to put down the brush.” I was trying not to laugh.

“Okay, okay. I promise,” she giggled.

“Pinky swear?”

“Geez, what are we, in high school? Okay, I pinky swear. Now, let me out.”

I released my hold on the knob and Kat opened the door with a swoosh. She stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed red, still holding the paint brush. “Hey, you promised,” I reminded her.

Kat hesitated for a brief moment but decided to comply. “Let’s go for lunch,” she said as she dropped the brush in the sink and pulled the paint stained T-shirt over her head. “Give me half an hour. I’m just gonna take a quick shower and then we can leave, okay?”

I could see a pattern emerging. She would leave the mess for me to clean up. Not a great start.

~*~*~

Café Vida in the Palisades was bustling with patrons. After a short five minute wait, Kat and I were sitting comfortably in a small booth.

The waitress placed a basket of freshly baked bread between us. Kat broke off a piece to chew on while talking. “Now that you’ve moved away from your dad’s iron tight grip, I hope you’ll finally say goodbye to that stuffy boyfriend of yours.”

“You never liked Jason, did you?”

“Damn right. You need a new man.”

I pulled a piece from the same crusty loaf of sourdough. “What’s so wrong with Jason? He’s what every girl wants. Smart, has a good job, a good future...”

“And boring. Niki, the guy’s lifeless. You need a cool and fun guy. If you want, I can help you find a new one. Trust me, I’m good at this.”

“I don’t want a new guy. Funny, cool or not. I’m perfectly happy right now.”

“So are you?”

“Am I what? Happy? I just told you I am.” I set down my bread that I had been nibbling.

“No silly, are you gonna end it with Jason anytime soon?”

“I already told you. This is not the right time in my life for any breakups. They’re too emotional. Why do you even care so much?”

“Because I have exciting plans for us this summer and we don’t want some dreary tagalong, like Jason”

“Hah, it’s not such an easy thing to do. You know, it is not just one person getting hurt here. In fact, I am not even sure who will be most affected, Jason or my dad.”

Kat cracked a smile. “Your dad had it all figured out, didn’t he? Hooking you up with daddy’s golden boy at the office. Together they can draw out the rest of your life for you. Listen Niki, this is your time. Your destiny. Nobody but you should dictate how you should live. It is not freaking India where women are forced into arranged marriages.”

“Wow that would be scary. At least now I am out of the house. Away from my dad’s constant disapproving scorn. But Jason is a nice solid guy. Everyone says we’re perfect for each other.”

“Yeah, well. Perfect doesn’t always cut it. Wait and see.”

I frowned and stabbed a forkful of salad that the waitress had delivered to our table. Kat had a way of being right about people, an instinctive kind of understanding. I didn’t want to admit that she was right. Again. But I just didn’t have time to deal with relationship issues right now so I changed the subject.

“Are we still on for going out Saturday night in Venice Beach?”

“Definitely. Party time is on, my friend. Chase, Tanner and Jenna are going too. V Lounge will be a blast. The last time I was there, it was filled with hot guys. It was like they were hanging off the wall fixtures, there were so many. Could be our lucky night.”

“Ha.” I laughed and nearly choked on a piece of lettuce. “Kat, you’re crazy, girl. You always see the positive in things. But I’m sure if there are tons of hunky guys they will all be after you. That’s why I keep you around, you are always so much fun to be with.”

Kat laughed and took a sip of her drink. “So I hope you are not bringing Mr. Killjoy with you on Saturday to the V Lounge?”

“Actually, you are in luck. He’ll be out of town. We had a big fight about it. His family planned a big celebration for his grandmother’s 80
^th
birthday. He assumed I would go with him but it’s all the way up past San Francisco. That’s a seven hour drive each way. I can’t waste my entire weekend. I need to finish a big fashion design project that’s due next week. So I argued like the lawyer my dad wants me to be. And he argued like the lawyer he is and the whole thing blew up into a big mess. But I stood my ground in the end.”

“Good for you Niki, way to stand up for yourself.”

“I feel guilty for not playing the role of the supportive girlfriend, but I would have felt so out of place with all of his family there. I have hardly met any of them except his parents once. I don’t think our relationship is ready for that big of an event yet. Maybe if we were a year or two into our relationship, but not now. You know what I mean.”

“Sure, hun. Now we can have some fun together this Saturday.” Kat finished the last bite of her salad and pulled out her wallet from her oversized Juicy Couture bag.