Rock Her(22)

“Sure,” Kip said looking serious. “Couldn’t hurt my future any. And besides, you can do lots of research.”

Annie beamed at him across the table. Then her face changed. She became serious too.

“Seriously Kip,” she said. “I don’t know about this anymore. If there are limits it will really hamper my prospects. I intend to make a very strong career out of my writing of biographies. I am really good at it. I have never had rules before about what I could write about and what I couldn’t before. I am troubled at the prospect.”

Kip put down his fork and spread his hands on the table.

“Annie, there is always the prospect of not needing a career,” he said.

“What?”

“I just mean, who says you need to write biographies? Who says you even need a career?” Kip said.

Annie’s eyes widened. “I do, Kip. I need to eat.”

Kip smiled and reached out and took her hands in his.

“Annie, haven’t you been listening? I am rich,” he said.

Annie’s face went blank.

“Are you saying you’d pay me to not write your story?” Annie asked.

Kip shook his head. “No. I am just saying that you can do what you want. You don’t have to worry about what to add or what to keep out of the book. You don’t even have to write the book about me. I’ll support you no matter what you do.”

Annie took her hands from Kip’s and turned sideways in her chair. She looked at the floor. It was true, she could get used to living like Kip does very easily. She always dreamed of it. It was not that Annie was a shallow person. Much to the contrary. But her ex had always promised her an elevated lifestyle, but had never delivered. It left her wanting. She was not too proud to admit it.

But Annie was also a writer. She loved to write. She knew that whatever would happen to her in her life, she would always be a writer.

“Look, Annie,” Kip said. “We can talk more about this tomorrow. It’s nothing to stress about.”

Annie smiled. “You own this restaurant, don’t you, Kip?” she asked.

Kip smiled and shrugged.

Annie looked at him sideways. “I am busy tomorrow, Kip.”

Kip chuckled. “We’ve already been over this. I know that you have no life, remember? What do you have to do tomorrow?”

“I have to get ready for my trip to Afghanistan with you, Kip,” she said.



Back at the hotel room, Kip left Annie in the living room when he went into the bathroom. When he returned, he found her standing behind the kitchenette counter. Her dress was off and Kip laid eyes on her black lace bra. Annie was pouring two drinks. She would look great with a tattoo right above that left nipple, Kip thought.

“Have a seat, I’ll be right there,” Annie said holding up the bottle of zinfandel.

Kip pulled off his shirt and tossed it across the room. He smiled at her. Whatever you say!

He dropped to the couch and kicked his feet up on the table. He watched her pour. Then she rounded the bar and walked toward him. She was wearing no panties. Just the bra. Kip grew instantly hard.

“You lost something,” he said.

“I never had them, remember?” Annie smiled.



“Hell Yeah” By Rev Theory



She sat next to him on the couch and handed him the wine. Kip leaned over her and kissed her. She held her glass to the side and let him. Then he broke the kiss and scanned her body. He held his glass over her belly and let it tip. A small stream of wine splattered on her white skin, dribbling down her belly, into her belly button, and between her legs. She giggled. Then Kip leaned in and cleaned her with his tongue. The scent of the wine was sweet, but soon the scent of her sex was overtaking it. Kip’s pants grew tighter and he poured the rest of the wine over her, drenching her. The couch was white leather, and now it was stained pink by the wine. So was Annie.

Kips tongue ran up and down her belly, over her bra covered breasts and flicked over her erect nipples underneath the thin fabric. When the glass was empty, Kip threw it over his head. It crashed somewhere in the kitchen. Then he used his hands to spread her legs slightly, before he buried his face between them.

Kip brought Annie to ecstasy there on the couch, sweet wine mixing with her own juices. Then the pulled her into the bedroom, where he pulled her bra off and tossed it somewhere. He took her nipple into his mouth while falling back onto the bed and she helped him out of his pants. Moments later he was kneeling beside her while she laid on her back, his cock casting a shadow across her body from the city lights outside the window.

He pulled her nipple as she stroked him over her.

“Annie, have you ever considered getting a tattoo?” he asked her.