Choices Ch. 01byAdylania69©
As I sit here, playing with my Zippo, the gasoline scent wafting to my nostrils, I couldn't help but glance over at the once empty bed. An occupant now lays alone on it, naked as the day she saw the outside world's light. She has brown hair, hazel eyes, the best mouth in the world, and a body to die for. The best part? Her smile.
I met her for she asked me, while riding the subway, if I had any spare change. Her eyes told unforeseen stories, her lips dirty and cracked, her lipstick smudged as if someone smudged it. I took pity on her and reached into all my pockets, not finding anything. I cursed under my breath for leaving my wallet in my hotel room.
"I am sorry, I do not seem to have any change," I spoke to her. It broke my heart to see her eyes gaze down sadly, tears welling in them.
"Perhaps you would like to come back to my hotel room with me. I can give you some change then," I offered as she slowly turned, about to leave.
Her smiled brightened up as she stopped in her tracks. She turned back to me once again, a silent "thank you" hidden in her eyes. She sat by me, taking the seat I emptied for her. For a few minutes, we said nothing to each other, still uncomfortable at the situation.
As I said before, her looks are disheveled, her clothes slightly torn and messy. Many thoughts ran through my head as to what happened to her. I was shaken from my reverie as I heard my stopped called, "4TH Street and Lincoln". I stood up, her as well, and we both exited the subway. We walked up the long stairs and into the crisp New York air.
She shivered slightly, hugging herself and rubbing her arms. I took off my trench coat and placed it around her shoulder. She tried to return it to me but I held up my hand and told her to keep it.
As we hailed a taxi cab and got in, we still sat not talking to each other. She stared out the window and I stared out mine. It's funny how one moment in one's life can change everything. It took the cab about 20 minutes to get to my hotel, we got out, I paid, and we left to enter the hotel.
I turned the knob on my Penthouse room, clicking my tongue as I threw the card key on the table. "Damn keys! Never figured them out." She giggled the sweetest kind and timidly stepped foot into the "living area" of the Suite.
"You hungry?" I asked as I took my sweater off and hanged it in the hallway closet.
"Um, a little bit," she answered. Her voice just like an angel's.
"What would you like?" I asked as I made my way to the phone.
"Surprise me," she said. I glanced at her appearance. She winced at my scrutiny.
"Would you like to shower?"
"Would you mind?"
"No, no, go right ahead," I pointed to the bathroom and as she left, I called room service to place an order for two lobsters and a bottle of champagne.
~* Half an hour later *~
Just as she exited the bathroom, wrapped in a heavy terry cloth robe, the room service knocked at the front door.
"Can you get that please?" I asked her while peaking over the side of the kitchen.
She nodded and went to open the door, stepping aside to allow the bellboy to bring our order in. The bellboy entered and headed straight for the dining room, placing it down on the table as I slipped a very handsome tipped in his pocket. He bowed and left.
"I hope you eat lobster."
"Lobster? Don't they cost a lot?" she asked as she opened the tray to see the food.
"Yes, but I do not mind. It's for a... special occasion." I replied and she slightly blushed.
For a few seconds, I leaned against the table, my arms crossed over my chest as I gave her a thorough look over. She stood there wrapped in a white robe, appearing almost immaculate and an angel. She had her hands behind her back clasped together, biting her bottom lip.
"Would you like something to wear?" I offered.
"I am afraid I have nothing in your exact size. But I do have a pair of pajamas that might fit you."
She smiled and I walked past her to the bedroom, walking into the huge closet to collect a navy blue kimono type pair of pajamas. Their silky texture cool to my touch and as I handed them to her, she ran her fingers over them softly.
A few minutes passed and she exited the bathroom, dressed in the pajamas. I stood and tried to speak, yet words elude me at the moment. It might be slightly big for her but she still looked magnificent in it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And fortunately, she is staring right at me.
I stumbled upon my words and tried to tell her to sit and have dinner. But alas, nothing came out. She giggled and like a ton of bricks, I just led her to her seat by pointing, very much like how a 2 year old would address their wants.
As she happily ate, I sat back and watched her. She couldn't have been over 18 years of age. She had a sweet face, her hair now dark brown/black with it wet from her recent shower. She stood at about 5"5 in height, her breast about 36c-ish, and everything about her captures my soul completely.
"Are you not hungry?" she asked, stopping in mid chew, resembling a gerbil.
"No. Not really," I said as I leaned forward and laid my head on my hands, looking into her eyes. She stopped eating.
"What do you do for a living?" she asked.
"I am a... " I hesitated for I really couldn't tell her that I was a hit man. Or in this case, a hit-woman.
"You are...?" she perused.
"I am a... bank...er. A Banker!" I said.
"Right. And I am the Queen of England!" she told me in her mock "English" tone.
"Seriously, what do you do for a living?"
"Alright, I am a hit man. Well, hit woman," I slowly started.
"Oh! Cool! Do you get a lot of high profile clients?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with questions.
"No, not really. I get hired to make hits on people who .... deserve them...."
"I am not in liberty to discuss that," I explained as I stood. She stood as well.
For a few seconds, we stood toe to toe, our noses barely touching, our lips mere centimeters away. I saw her slightly lean in, yet I backed away. I turned to get away from her, loosening the tie I wore as I could feel her eyes burning on my back, probably with a confused look in them.
I entered the bathroom, making the mistake of leaving it open. I removed the tie completely and cursed under my breath. I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with cold water. I turned it off and looked up to the mirror, seeing her standing behind me, leaning against the door.
For a long time, we stood silently, our eyes scanning over each other's body. Her's supple and soft. Mine, well mine is soft as well. Many things ran through my mind. Trying to clear them out and focus on the situation other than the one at hand.
"Why?" her voice softly came.
"Why what?" I asked as I broke our eye contact and wiped the splatters on the sink.
"Why can't we?"
"Because!" I snapped.
"Because why?" she coolly answered.
"Because! It's wrong!"
"Why is it wrong?" By now I can see she was closer than before. She now stood about a foot and a half pass the door.
"Because I am a woman!" I exploded at her as I turned to face her, my blue eyes meeting her hazel ones.
"And that is so bad how?" she asked huskily as she closed the gap between us, our bodies grazing softly against one another.
I pushed past her and was heading for the living room to place a space between us when she grabbed me. The force caught me off guard and sent me twirling into her arms and into her waiting lips. For a few seconds our lips stayed unmoving, me not wanting to move, her patiently waiting.
I must have relaxed slightly for I felt her lips begin to softly caress mine. At this point, I broke the kiss and slightly placed my hands on her shoulder, softly pushing her away. Many emotions were coursing through my system and I could not let it cloud my mind.
"I can't... I'm sorry..." I said as I turned and headed for the bedroom. I sat at the edge and she moved to kneel between my legs.
"Why can't you? Please, tell me the real reason..."
"I can't risk being involved with anyone, especially with my line of work. And besides, you look too young to be legal anyways. I don't wish to go to jail for rape." I slightly chuckled and smiled.
"I understand what you mean, but isn't being a hit woman a risky business? And I'm 18 years old," she said with a "duh" look.
"Yes, being a hit woman is a risky business. I just don't wish to be involved with anyone and lose them in the end." I said as I ran my fingers through her hair.
She leaned in to nuzzle my hand, her eyes closing momentarily from the comfort. When her eyes opened, she stared straight into my eyes and I knew then that my resolve was weakening. I leaned down to peck her lips then stood up, making my crotch just about the same level with her lips. She leaned up and nipped at my crotch with her lips, forcing me to let out a yowl like a burned dog would.
"What the fuck is that!?" I asked. She was giggling that same kind again. She looked into my eyes and now, I can see mischief in them.
"Oh shit! What are you thinking?" I asked as she got on her knees.
She didn't answer me, instead she reached up and began to unbutton my slacks. I placed my hand over hers and stopped her. She licked her lips playfully and I couldn't help but groan at the thought of that tongue on my clit. Or better yet, inside my little pussy.
She stood up completely, our eyes meeting as she leaned in halfway towards my lips. I couldn't help myself and leant in as well, our lips touching once more in a gentle caress. A few seconds later, her arms came to drape themselves on my shoulder and I found myself pulling her from the waist.
As the kiss continued for a few more seconds to minutes, our body temperature raised with it. I broke the kiss for air and leaned in to kiss her neck, her scent intoxicating my mind. Her body so soft and pliable in my hands. I softly gave her sides a squeeze and I could feel her breath catch in her chest.
As I finished kissing her neck, I switched to the other side of it and began sucking and nipping, eliciting a moan from her. I bit her but not so much as it would hurt her, just enough to leave a love mark.
Impatience got to her and she brought my face back up to be met by her warm, soft lips once more. I smiled into it slightly for I felt the same passion burning in my soul. She held my head in place as one of her hands snaked down to caress and squeeze a breast. I was caught by surprise and moaned. It was her turn to break into a sly smile.
I broke the kiss and clicked my tongue. "Naughty naughty," I chided her.
"Oh, I'm sorry that I have been a bad girl. Would you like to spank me as punishment?" she said in her little girl voice, along with a sexy pout.
"No! I rather punish you some other way!"
"Oh? Which way?"
"By making you suffer a good tongue lashing from me!" I playfully growled.
I picked her up in my arms and pressed my lips hot and heavy against hers, only to be met with one of her own heavy kisses. I turned and slowly deposited her on the bed and tried to break free. But she tugged my shirt and down I go on top of her, mashing our breasts together.
Just like a homing missile, our lips once again locked and our hands quickly worked in removing each others clothes. It must have been done in record time for the next thing we know, we are naked just like the day we were born.
I broke the kiss and softly began trailing kisses down her neck once again. She tried to pull me up but I held her hand down so I cannot be interrupted. She stopped fighting me off the moment my tongue flicked her hard puckered nipple. She gasped audibly and I smiled, flicking her nipple once more.
She gasped once more as I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began to softly suck. I tugged and nipped and nibbled at that nipple as if my life depended on it. Much to my delight, she loved it.
"Please! Don't forget my other nipple," she cried out as her lower half arched towards me.
Not the kind of person to decline such a request, I switched nipple and attacked this one as well. Hearing her cries of ecstasy fueled my already aroused mind. Not to mention, my aroused womanhood. I alternated between the nipples for the next few minutes, delighting in hearing her coos and cries of pleasure.
She was now beginning to squirm more erratically under my ministrations so I decided to give her something to really squirm about. I left her nipples, much to her dismay, and continued my journey down south. I made a stop over on her navel, where an angel ring was on it. I couldn't help but smile and kissed that angel and continued my journey south.
My hands softly rested on top of her knees and I gently pried it open. Her scent wafted up my nostrils and I had to fight hard not to lean in and just attack her. Instead, I trailed my fingers down to her thighs and rubbed the junction between her thighs and her lips.
I placed a thumb on each side of her lips and pulled it apart slightly, seeing her wetness glisten. I couldn't help but moan at how tight she looked. I reached out and rubbed my right thumb on her lips gently, making sure not to touch her clit yet. Her hips arched towards me as if trying to soothe the burning desire between her legs.
"You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen," I said.
"Please, lick me..." she moaned to me.
I smiled and leaned in to plant soft kisses on her thighs, slowly leading up close to her nether lips. I could tell as I neared her center, she was getting more excited for her breathing was getting heavier by each peck.
As I neared her lips, I would pull back and kiss my way back up to her knees, much to her dismay. I did this repeatedly about 4 to 5 times until her hands caught my hair and tried to pull me down. I reacted quickly enough and stopped half an inch away from her lips.
In this angle, I could clearly get a good whiff of her scent and my eyes rolled back at the back of my eye socket. I softly teased her some more by blowing cool air on her parted lips. Each breath I blew, she howled like a dog in heat. I loved torturing her this way.
"Please!" she begged me as she had small drops of tears at the side of her eyes from frustrations.
I took pity at her and leaned in to kiss her parted lips. Her hips rose up and I pulled back, I didn't wish to overload her. I leaned in again and kissed her lips, this time my tongue slipped out to swipe at her in between the lips. She groaned much louder and as I kissed her the third time, my lips stayed on. I began softly french kissing her lips as if they were her real lips.
I once again used my thumbs to spread her lips open, exposing her clit from underneath her hood. I kissed that clit once and she bit back a moan. As I kissed it again, I sucked it in my lips and tugged then let go. She went crazy at this. I looked up and could see how roughly she was squeezing and playing with her tits.
I offered her my hand and she gladly took it as I leaned back in one last time and softly began to lick her slit from the bottom to the top. Every time I lick her back and forth, her hands would squeeze the shit out of my hand. I understood her predicament for she wanted to cum. But I wasn't letting her cum JUST yet.
I continued to eat her out, still not touching her pussy at all, she arched her hips and I controlled her hips to lay back down by nipping her clit and pushing back down. We started a rhythm of this kind and pretty soon it was as if she was fucking an imaginary dick. Her hips were pistoning back and forth as I flicked her clit back and forth, still trapping it with my lips.
"I'm close..." she groaned out and I pulled back.
I could hear her whine a loud one as I just pecked her lips over and over again, trying to wind her down so she can't cum yet. A few minutes passed and she gave me the signal that the feeling subsided. I smiled and began with a little more different approach.
I parted her lips and looked into her tight pussy. She must have wondered what I was doing for she started thrusting her hips at me. I licked and sucked on my middle finger and slowly pushed it inside her. Boy, she was tight! I mean she was practically cutting my fingers circulation!
I heard her yelp in pain and I stopped, allowing her to get used to my finger. After a few seconds, she nodded her head and I slipped my whole finger inside of her. She let out a cry of pain and ecstasy. No one is this tight unless they are ...
"Are you a virgin?" I asked.
"Yes, now that you know, you probably don't want to be with me anymore huh?" she said, looking away from me.
I slowly shifted and laid on top of her, caressing her face with my free hand as I looked into her eyes and packed her lips soothingly. I was careful to keep my middle finger still buried inside her. I captured her chin and made her look me in the eyes.
"Look at me," I commanded.
"No!" she replied.
"I mean it, look at me," She slowly opened her eyes. Tears were threatening to fall.
"I don't want to stop. But if you want me to stop, I will," I explained to her.
"No! Don't stop!"
I pecked her lips softly, letting her taste herself on my lips then kissed my way back down towards her creamy center. I softly pulled my finger out and she groaned in pleasure. I gently began a slow back and forth movement, testing her reaction.
I removed my fingers completely from her pussy and just concentrated on her little nub. I swirled my tongue around the clit, making sure not to overload its senses. I could tell by the way her hips are going that she's enjoying this. Her fingers are running themselves through my hair, pulling me closer to her womanhood and I would tease her by pulling back.
Every time I pull away from her, she would make a kind of strangled noise and I can't help but smirk. I have her on the throes of her first ever orgasm. The thought alone sent shocking jolts of pleasure to my womanhood, like a warrior conquering new land.
"Please! I need... to..." she bit off as her hips arched almost completely off the bed.
I pecked her lips then her clit, letting my tongue graze on the little nub. She gasped loudly and once more as I nipped and tugged at it. The urge to torture her was gone, replaced by the urge to make her happy and complete.
I placed my thumbs on each side of her lips and spread her open, her wetness glinting off the moon's light shining through the windows. I blew cold air onto her clit and leaned in to let the pad of my tongue ever so slowly to graze her nub.
She gripped my hair tighter and pulled my face closer to her womanhood. I could barely breathe by the force but I didn't mind. I let my tongue do the negotiating. Her constant moans and cries of ecstasy fueled something in me. At this point, I went wild with lust and desire and I was about to let her have it.
I forced my face to part from between her legs, her silent please of "no don't stop" echoed through my ears. I ignored her and decided to surprise her. I slowly slid my tongue as far as I can go deep inside her pussy. She froze, a silent scream trapped in her throat, as it caught her off guard.
I held my tongue still, to let her get use to the size. Making sure she doesn't lose her arousal, I reached up with a free hand and rubbed her clit lightly, letting my upper lip sometimes graze against it. She bucked her hips towards me, driving my tongue deeper than I could ever imagine.
I began to move my tongue back and forth slowly at first, testing her reactions. By the way her hips are moving, and how her moans are getting louder with each stroke, she was ready. I picked up the pace and curled the tip of my tongue towards her clit.
As I fucked her little hole with my tongue, I added pressure on her clit, now almost rubbing it too hard. But the pain, mixed with ecstasy, was sending her higher and higher towards her goal. I redoubled my pace and could feel her insides beginning to contract.