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It was early evening when I stepped off the plane. I clutched
my
olive green army bag -- a gift from Vince and Alice, when they saw
the
condition my belongings were in -- and proceeded up the ramp to find
AJ.
Finding him wasn’t difficult ... I knew exactly where he was when
I
saw a mob of teenage girls over by the pillar. There were at
least ten of
them -- I would never be able to push my way through. So, I took
a seat a
few feet away and watched.
AJ was gracious, I gave him serious points for that. He
had a smile
and a word for each girl that shoved a magazine or album cover in his
hands. (I wondered, did these girls just always have some kind
of
memorabilia with them, just in case?) He kissed a couple of cheeks,
scrawled his name a few times, and sent them away. One wanted
to stay
and chat, but he stopped her with a wave of his hand and an apologetic
smile. “I’m sorry, but I’m supposed to be meeting someone here.
I really
need to go find her.”
The young lady left, slightly disappointed, and AJ looked over
to the
ramp, furrowing his brow. He paid no attention as I sneaked up
beside him.
“Looking for someone?” I asked.
He jumped. “Damn, don’t do that!” Taking my bag off
my arm, he
hugged me. I melted against him ... the feeling of his body pressed
against
mine did things to me I couldn’t explain. He kissed the tip of
my nose. “Hi
there ... how are you feeling?”
I shrugged. “I’m okay. Better now that I’m here.”
“Good. Come on ...” He slung my bag over his shoulder,
keeping
the other arm around my waist. “Let’s go find your bags and head
back to
the hotel.”
We found my three bags (“Fuck! What do you have in here
--
bricks?” AJ swore when he picked one up. “CDs, actually,” I replied.
“Every single one I own.” “You need less of a music obsession,”
he
muttered good-naturedly.) and exited to the parking garage ... where
I was
led to a limousine parked by the curb. “Oh, my ...” I said.
AJ grinned. “Yeah, well, I was too lazy to go rent a car
... besides, I
hate driving in New York.” A large bodyguard-type picked up my
bags and
threw them in the trunk. AJ held out his hand. “My lady?”
I let him guide me into the limo. I’d never been inside
one before ...
the seats were plush, the carpeting was thick, and there was a bar
off to the
side. “Wow ... hello ‘Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous.’”
“Yeah, I guess,” AJ said, sitting down next to me. “I’m
actually
used to all this by now.”
“Oh, boy. Guess my little Escort was slumming for you, huh?”
“Hey, your Escort rocked. I loved the faint Dorito odor
all the seats
gave off.”
I scowled at him in mock anger. “Oh, bite me.”
“Gladly.” Without warning, he grabbed me began to nip at
my
neck.
I squealed unintentionally, spying the bodyguard in the front
seat.
He was laughing ... he winked at me as he closed the window between
the
front and back of the limo. Meanwhile, AJ proceeded to lick the
area he
had bitten, then drew back to admire his work.
I was torn between annoyance and arousal. “Call me a prude,”
I
told him, “but I’m not fond of PDAs.” I looked back towards the
front of
the car.
He followed my gaze, then shrugged. “I’m sorry ... but,
no one’s
watching now ...”
Drawing me close again, AJ dipped his head and pressed his lips
to
mine. “I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured against them, running
a hand
up my arm. It eventually settled on the side of my neck, where
he held my
head still as his tongue ran along the inside of my mouth. He
took his time,
exploring every inch, until I was a quivering mass of jello.
I moaned, feeling a familiar heat creeping into my belly.
Instinctively, I inched closer and closer to him, wanting to be as
close as
possible to the source of my pleasure. Before I knew it, I was
sitting on his
lap. We continued like that, devouring each other, until the
limo hit a bump
in the road. I bounced upward, and slammed down right onto his
crotch.
“Oh, fuck ...” he groaned loudly, burying his face in my neck.
“Sorry,” I said, giggling. “Did that hurt?”
“Hurt? Damn, I want you to do it again ... but with less
clothing ...”
Suddenly, I felt him unzipping my jeans. “Wanna help me with
these?”
“AJ!! Here? In here??”
He stopped pulling my shirt out from my jeans long enough to reach
over and push a button on the arm rest. “Hey, Bob, take the long
way to the
hotel, will ya?”
“You got it, Bone,” came the amused voice from the front of the car.
He released the button and went back to work on me. For
my part, I
was blushing furiously, I could feel it on my cheeks. “I don’t
know if I can
do this ... they know exactly what we’re doing up there ...”
“So?” he asked lazily, kissing my neck.
“So ... like I said, I’m a prude.” But it was getting harder
and harder
to be one while his hands roamed my upper body. “And, well ...
besides,
I’m still a little stiff from the accident ...”
That stopped him for a moment. “Aww ... I forgot about that
...
where does it hurt?”
I touched my shoulders and neck. “Very stiff.”
AJ pulled my shirt up over my head. “Let me do something
about
that ...” Tossing the shirt on the seat next to us, he reached
up and began to
rub my neck slowly ... he leaned in as he did so, and kissed the skin
he
wasn’t working on. The tension in those areas began to slip away
... as did
my inhibitions. I felt my hips unconsciously grind into his;
he muttered
something incoherent against my skin.
“Thank you ... much better,” I told him, touching his face and
lifting
it so he could look me in the eye. When he leaned his head back
on the
seat, I tugged at his shirt. “Come on ...”
He was all too willing to help me pull his shirt off. Once
it was
discarded, I slid lower on his body, putting my lips to the skin on
his neck
and shoulders. I continued to move lower on his chest, enjoying
the
murmurs and sighs I was hearing from him ... my tongue flicked out
when I
reached his nipple, caressing it gently before I put my mouth over
it. I
sucked for a few moments before moving over to give the same treatment
to
the other one -- from the grip I felt on my shoulders and the “oh,
god ...” I
heard from above, I guessed he was enjoying my ministrations.
Before I could taste his skin any farther, he pulled me back to
his
lap. “We’ll have plenty of time to play later,” he growled.
“Right now, I
just want to be inside of you.”
I felt myself throbbing in agreement ... in response, I reached
down
and unzipped his pants, pushing them down as far as I could.
He wasn’t
wearing any underwear, so his cock sprang free as soon as I did so.
I ran a
finger along the underside of it. “Ready for me?” I asked
unnecessarily.
He pushed me off his lap. “Just get your jeans off ... hurry ...”
It took agonizingly long for me to wriggle out of them ... by
the time
I had them off, I’d promised myself that I’d start buying those really
baggy
jeans, instead of the tight ones. Finally, though, they were
on the floor, and
AJ reached for me again, pulling me back into his lap. I straddled
him,
poised to impale myself, when he held my hips. “Wait ... just
a second ...”
He ran his hand between my legs, sampling the wetness there.
He grinned
at me as he brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked it dry.
“Just
wanted to feel it ...”
I moaned, and in one stroke, took him inside of me. I’d
never had
sex in this position before, so I had to let him guide me up and down,
setting the rhythm to that of the car. At first, I moved slowly,
enjoying the
feeling of him sliding in and out ... I leaned over and kissed him
thoroughly
as we moved. His tongue mimicked the thrusts from below.
As my hips began to move faster, AJ’s hands slid down my belly
and between my legs. His thumb found my clit, and slowly, he
rubbed. I
threw my head back and drew in a deep breath. “Oh, my god, AJ
... that
feels so good ...”
“Faster, baby ... let’s rock this car so hard we send it airborne
...”
He encouraged me to move faster by moving his thumb faster, sending
me
closer and closer to orgasm.
I thrust my hips wildly, and a moment later, my body shuddered
with its climax. I was still twitching when he came, filling
me with
warmth.
When I moved out of his lap, I looked down at the seat and giggled.
“I feel so sorry for whoever has to clean this limo ... those stains
are a bitch
to get out ...”
He inspected the seat as he zipped his pants. “Yeah, they
are ...
whoops ...” He grinned evilly at me.
I felt the limo come to a stop just as I was wrestling with my
jeans.
The voice came from the front. “We’re here, guys ... beware the
teenyboppers when you get out.”
I finished putting my clothes on and sat back in the seat.
“Oh, boy
... that sounds like fun.”
“Welcome to my world,” AJ sighed, kissing my cheek.
I grabbed his hand as I saw the silhouettes of people crowding
around the tinted windows. I was here. Would I be able
to deal with his
world? I’d soon find out ...
