“Uh…about two seconds,” I said and James laughed as his hand moved up under my skirt and found my bare skin above my stocking top where it lingered for a moment.
“If that. You know, you look fucking sexy as hell in this little rocker girl get up,” James said as his fingers found my panties. “Almost as hot as you do in those sexy skirts and blouses at the office,” he added.
“You look pretty good yourself,” I replied as his fingers deftly teased my throbbing folds and his thumb found my clit behind my panties. He was in his signature clothing, a black t-shirt, faded and worn blue jeans and those black boots of his. I imagined he had a closet full of this stuff lined up all neat and tidy and the thought made me smile. I couldn’t see him wearing anything else. Honestly, I wasn’t imagining him wearing anything at all as he teased my pussy.
James moved closer and his face was just inches from mine as he stared into my eyes and played with me under my skirt as if he was daring me to succumb. I reached out and found the bulge in his jeans and it was bigger than I had dared imagine. Another low rumble came from James and his thumb pressed more firmly. I wondered if the driver knew what was happening in his back seat but found I really didn’t care at the moment.
“Did you mean it?” James asked and I knew what he meant. He wondered if I meant it when I told him I was going to beg him.
“I wasn’t sure until I saw you on stage. When you sang to me, I wanted to jump up there and give the crowd a real show,” I teased. I heard another low groan in response.
“This is San Francisco. Live sex shows aren’t that big a deal to these folks,” James replied and I laughed. I’d heard about the theaters downtown where women performed live sex acts for the patrons. The idea of letting James take me on stage was preposterous, but strangely arousing.
“Then maybe I should have,” was all I said and I saw the look of desire in James’ eyes. As much fun as this was, I was anxious to get to my room. I wasn’t sure how the evening would turn out, but I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to beg James to fuck me but actions spoke louder than words. Finally, we made it to my hotel. We wasted no time getting upstairs to my room. I was on a lower floor so there was little time for James to be naughty in the elevator. Once inside the room, however, James was on me before I’d even bolted the door.
“Damn, I want you so bad, little girl,” James said as he spun me around and pulled me to him. His lips met mine and his tongue invaded my mouth exploring and playing with mine. His arms pulled my hips to his and I felt his hardness press against me. Oh, how I wanted to touch it and please him. I let James have his way with me though, enjoying his desperate touch. I raised a fishnet-covered leg and wrapped it around him, James grasped my thigh and his lips moved to my neck.
“I want you, James Turner,” I said breathlessly and he lifted his head to regard me.
“You call that begging?” he asked. I could see the intensity in his eyes and I was pretty sure James was going to fuck me no matter what I said.
“No, but if you go to my bed and sit down, I’ll show you some begging,” I said. That got a devilish laugh from James before he let me go and walked to my bed. I followed, feeling wildly sexy in my leather and fishnets. He sat on the bed and I knelt between his knees. My hands immediately went to his belt, worked it loose and then the metal button and zipper of his jeans were next. I yanked his fly apart and then took his plump cock from his briefs. It stood tall freed from James’ pants, long and thick, his balls covered in a trimmed fuzz. I took him in both hands, one on his shaft and the other fondling his balls, though he could have easily accommodated both of my hands along his beautiful cock.
“This is begging,” I said and took James’ quickly hardening cock into my mouth. He grunted as he disappeared between my lips and my hand slid up and down softly along his length. He was iron sheathed in silk and I could already taste his excitement as he leaked into my mouth. My inexperience didn’t seem to matter. I let James’ moans and growls tell me what felt good to him, though I was pretty sure he’d enjoy anything I did. James took a handful of my hair and pushed himself further into me. He was gentle but I was thrilled as he exerted control.
“Yeah, that’s the kind of begging I like,” James hissed. His breathing was ragged and I could tell he would not be able to endure much of my attention his excitement was so extreme. I sucked him faster for a moment and then lifted my head. I stroked him as I smiled up at him. His mischievous grin returned as he stroked my hair, then let his hand caress my cheek and finally held my face and stroked my lips with his thumb. “I do like it when you get fired up, little girl,” James whispered.