FICTION: The Jet Setter, Part III of III

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I shudder in excitement at the thought of seeing Justin again after failing in my task. In the same instant, I pull out Bethany’s business card again, with her cell number written on the back with the words “I’ll see you again sometime” written below them. It hits me with the awful feeling that I let someone down, and that I might not see her again; I know that’s not the case. We’re in the same field. We go to the same conferences. I’ve seen her before, and I’ll see her again. Just…

I shrug outwardly at an inward emotion and I don my light coat, the early September air of Montreal just starting to turn nippy in the evenings. I wave down a cab and ask for the airport, in French this time, my anger at myself giving me more courage, “Conduisez-moi à l’aéroport, sil vous plait.”

In the cab I begin to relax a little, and my thoughts brighten. Another successful conference done. The plane ride home is a short few hours away. I’ve just done something useful in French for the first time in a long time. Justin is going to punish me for failing.

And I’m going to like it…

***

“Hey, love!” is the first thing I hear as I walk in the door. I love that about Justin; he’s always happy to see me home. He picks me up and hugs me so tight the bones in my shoulders and back pop and crackle, sounding horrible, but easing oh so much tension.

“Ahh God. Thanks. Now all I need’s a shower. Hey. How’d the work go?”

“Like usual. We’re done, and I got enough cash out of it to go on a small shopping spree at 80/20.”

I smile. Like a little kid, straight to the toy store. We walk upstairs and he puts tea on. I hit the couch.

“How about the conference?”

“Not bad. I forgot to close out of the story you sent me before I got up on stage.”

“Shit, everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, hell yeah. There was a PhD student to prep the laptop first, and she closed it down. Bethany. And uh, she feels really nice in bed,” I smirk as I say it… the familiar look of mixed jealousy, prurient curiosity, and wishing he’d sent me with a camera all lit up in his face. My play’s not for his sake, but it can be fun to get a rise out of him.

“Oh?” drawled for effect.

I grin, “Yeah.” a pause to let it sink in before bursting his bubble. “Actually, nothing much happened, but we did snuggle through the night.”

His face turned hugely red, “Um, but. With… the…”

“No. I didn’t forget, but.. yeah, I thought it might be a little weird. I did use it though beforehand… Skipped out on a Crab and Tired Professor Fondue dinner for it. And yeah, ‘Damn’ You’ve gotten good, love,” I took a cup of Earl Grey happily from him, “If I’d tried it twice I might have some pointers, but right now all I can say is it definitely makes me remember my dreams,” Another blush.

A click in his throat, “Guess you’ll have to try it twice,”

I grin, “Guess I will.”

“Why don’t you go grab that shower. Actually, make it a bath, and I’ll keep you company while you soak and read to you.  I replenished our bath salt supply yesterday, so there’s fresh in the cabinet,”

I fill the bath with a lemongrass salt that tints the water green and foams and slide out of my clothes as Justin comes in to join me.  I make a show out of removing my bra, facing away from him and cupping my breasts and kneading before taking the bra off.  Just for show, all he sees are elbows and a look of sudden relaxation on my face as I no longer face the torture of travel worn clothes. I can see the hungry look on his face when I slip into the bath.  Excellent…

“So how else was the trip?  Try anything new in Chinatown?”  I tell him a bit.  Sights and sounds.  The view of the shoebox building over the river and an exhibit on the piers.  “Oh, and I used French,”

“C’est bon!  Wonderful!  I ran through a couple of the audio lessons while you were gone, because it made me think of it.  Oh, and I think I have another piece ready for the next gallery showing. You’ll have to come outside and see it before you go to work in the morning.”

I close my eyes as he tells me about his day, and I tell him back about the travel, and then he opens the book we’ve been reading together, Octavia Butler’s Wild Seed, and he reads me a chapter as I don’t quite fall asleep. When he’s done, I hop out of the bath and he wraps me in a towel with a hug.

I wonder at Justin not punishing me before bed, but he hands me the vibrator and I know he’s not really done.  He just smiles broadly and says “Try it again,” and we snuggle down to sleep.  I’m exhausted from the plane ride, and it takes no time at all for me to crash, the vibrator set on a scant hour.

I can tell when it starts up this time.  I’m not awake, but the world is suddenly less black.  Justin’s face is buried between my legs, slowly testing each square inch of skin with his tongue looking for my chest to rise suddenly or for me to grip the bed suddenly.  I don’t realize it’s a dream at first, but there’s such a rhythm to the motions he’s using, and I’m feeling phantom tongues on my breasts, up each curve of my waist, and on the side of my neck.  I realize it’s a dream when I feel his cock in me, but I look down and it’s still his tongue.

I start to sway with the rhythm, arching my back up, trying to get his tongue closer to my clitoris.  I want more; I want to get there once at least, and it’s getting closer.  I know what he’s going to do, suddenly, and my fight against time becomes more desperate.  I lean into him, grinding my hips against his jaw, and the dream breaks a bit, and I’m on top of him, straddling his face, and holding his cock in my hands.  I’m close, and I yell at him as he licks me ever closer, “Justin, don’t you dare wake me up from this, you sneaky bastard! I’m so…”

“FUCK!!” (close) The spank on my ass is hard.  It hurts.  I’m jarred awake, adrenaline coursing into my veins faster than consciousness finds its way into my brain.  “Justin! Damn it!” (smack) “Aah!”  My ass erupts into pins and needles that course downwards into my groin and flash white hot inside.  My brain is mixed up, half-dreaming as he smacks me, and all I want is another, one more, and it’ll send me over the top.  He takes the vibrator out.  My clit is singing to me to scream out for more, and I can’t help myself, “One more!  Please, Justin, Jesus!”  He gives me one more, but it’s not enough, and I want him to dig his nails into my ass when he comes down on me.

“You’ve had enough, I think.”

I’m awake now, and I feel things calming down in my groin, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t in such need.  “Justin, if you don’t make me come right now I’m going to ride your cock until you can’t.”

SMACK! Sweet Jesus, my body’s riding a thin line.  Somehow the fire of it doesn’t send me over the edge, and he says, “There, if you want more, you’re going to have to make me give you more.  The punishment fits the crime.  You started the other night, but you didn’t finish.”

I flip over and grab his hands and force him down onto the bed, face up, prick hard and wet at the tip.  Grinning fiercely, I thrust myself down onto him, and his hips rise involuntarily to greet me.  What follows can only be described as a pounding as I fall down on him in rapid succession, trying to coax an orgasm my way, out of my already overworked pussy while making sure he becomes as overworked as me.

He screams and I feel him come close.  I pull out as he pushes in, and it’s his turn to scream in agony at the sudden stop.

“You know I can finish you, Justin.  You know I know how, and you’re so overdone, you can’t even finish yourself.  Finish me.  Now.”

“Ha!”

I straddle his face and slowly tempt him with the last inch.  I can feel his breath on my ass and I know he’ll give in.  When his tongue finally meets my clit and his lips lock with mine, I lean down into him, losing myself in the feel of it.  I start rocking back and forth, giving him the rhythm I need.  Only a minute passes and it’s one long wonderful straight shot to the top as I scream out into orgasm. But his hands are still holding my hips when I bend down to do the same for him.  And then I feel it.  More.  Oh god, but there’s no way! I close my eyes, try to extingush all thought, and concentrate every thought on what he’s doing and what it feels like inside.

He’s so close.  And then he stops.

“Finish me now.”

“Justin?!”

“Finish me, and I’ll let you have the vibrator in all night.  It’ll finish you, I promise”

I’m throbbing in need, and I force my passion into going down on him.  He’s soft from the exertion, but I know that doesn’t matter; in fact it helps as I toy with his cock, treating it like I would his tongue in a long evening french kiss, playing with it, teasing it.  He gets hard, and I run my tongue along the seam from his balls to the tip of his cock before I dive down and make him come for me.  Like it was for me, it’s one long, sweet ride to the top, and I pause at the top of his cock to lick pre-come off the tip when he gets too close.  I let him think I might not finish him, just for a sec, so his ass clenches, and then I bring him all the way through, salty-sweet come filling my mouth.

I lay my head on his stomach for a few minutes, looking at the time on the alarm clock.  I’ll cancel my 8am tomorrow.  Jetlag, you know — not the three hour long romp into the wee hours of the morning we’ve just had.  I drop my hand to my pussy, thinking about the vibrator, holding it still, pressing in on my hand with my thighs.  Justin hands it to me and I slide it in just in time, before we both fall off to sleep.  I can already feeling it humming to life…