Smooth Jazz Ch. 03

Her breathing hitched as he ran a finger down her bare arm and he smiled as she shook under his touch. He kissed her exposed shoulder, and she bit her lip as he kissed the inside of her neck and inhaled the scent of her.

"Connor," she spoke but was quickly silenced by his finger.

"Look at me." Connors voice was raspy, deep, and warm. The roughness slid across her skin and her temperature rose. He was barely touching her and already she was hot and about to get bothered for him. She hated that this seem to happen each time he came around.

She wanted to dig her fingers in his already tousled hair and feel her body against him. He titled her head up by her chin and stared into her eyes. He had her undivided attention. She almost pulled back but he held her still.

"You are so beautiful, every day, but you are radiant tonight. I have to be honest with you Jazz. I want you. I have half a mind to take you back into this house, and show you just how much. This dress..." He rubbed his hand down her bare arm again and she breathed deeply taking in his words. No man had ever expressed such a desire for her, a real desire that she could feel.

She leaned into him more, and then William flashed in her mind instead of throwing yourself at me like some whore. She pulled back and put a hand to his chest in protest. She hated herself for it, but didn't stop.

"I can't handle that, this, right now Connor, I'm not ready." Jazz looked at him trying to gauge his reaction. The silence only for a second seemed like an eternity.

"I'm sorry." Jazz said she felt like a chicken and a coward. His lips were hovering above hers and she denied him. She wanted him, but didn't want to. She was afraid; the thought of bringing down her wall frightened her. It was just a friendly outing and that was all. No need to complicate things. Punk

"Okay. As long as you stop saying you're sorry." He broke his intense gaze and gave her an easy smile, and she finally smiled back and relaxed.

"Look Jazz I don't want to pressure you. But I'm not going to lie, and say I'm going to stop wanting you. But if you want this to be a friendly outing then that's what it'll be. Just let me show you a good time, and keep that smile on your face that I love to see." Connor pulled away from her and let her from underneath him and muttered a curse silently.

Way to go Tarzan. He wasn't usually this eager, and felt highly unnerved. But he had to keep it cool, he didn't want to scare her off, which is what he seemed to be doing.

Each time he came on strong she looked like a deer in head lights, he laughed to himself. He had to slow his role. She wasn't like other women he had met. They were eager and always ready when he was. She was different. He liked different.

"Okay, I think I can do that." Jazz laughed as he did a small dance and extended his arm out to her. She hooked her arm in his, and let him lead her to the car.

A friendly outing she kept repeating but the way he made her feel was betraying that notion. She was staring up at him when she almost got tripped up again as he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"I'm sorry." Connor said, pulling her closer, and his tone sounded very strange to Jazz. Connor looked around. Why did he feel like they were being watched? He peered out into the darkness and thought he saw something, when Jazz tugged his arm.

"Hello, earth to Connor. Are you alright? Did you forget something, a previous engagement maybe? Another date?" She half serious, half-jokingly questioned and he snapped out it.

"Well there is this one..." He trailed off and Jazz hit his arm and he laughed. "Of course not, I'm all yours tonight." He stared her down but this time she met his gaze with a look of her own, and he quivered inside.

"Tonight," she questioned and he laughed with pleasure at her tone.

"Since this is a friendly outing." He said and Jazz smirked tongue in cheek. He had gotten her.

"Right," Jazz said and hooked her arm in his motioning for him to lead the way. He laughed knowing she had been caught red handed, trying to play this let's be friends game. Connor would see about that.

He laughed but couldn't help but look out into the distance again. He hoped his paranoia wasn't returning.

WILLIAM LOOKED ON WATCHING FROM HIS CAR, DOWN THE STREET, THAT WAS HIDDEN IN THE SHADOWS. He zoomed in on Jazz and Connor with his camera and snapped pictures. So he wasn't the only one getting a little on the side. The divorce wasn't even final and she was already publicly displaying her little affair.

"Got this bitch," he thought aloud, but couldn't help but feel a little jealousy that his conscious wouldn't allow him to admit. She looked happy, something he didn't expect from her without him at her side.

"This is ridiculous William; it's obvious they just met." Ellen closed her eyes and massaged her temples. Six months of this bullshit, she was ready to get this over with and get the money he promised her.

She didn't have time for petty stakeout games. She was better than this but allowed William this one. He wouldn't be making too many more decisions. She couldn't afford to waste time.

"Yeah and he's staying in the fucking house! Don't you understand that's a problem? What if he finds it?" William wiped the sweat from his brow. He was getting nervous just thinking about it. He couldn't believe how stupid he was, forgetting that he had used the rental home for safe keeping. He also couldn't believe how she was throwing herself at him.

Look at her in that skin tight dress, whore, all over him.

He was expecting her to still be miserable, maybe gain a little weight. He wanted her to suffer. She was keeping him from his money and his colleagues were getting antsy, not to mention Ellen. He didn't want to piss her off and have her walk out on him, or even worst, cross him. He knew what she was capable of, part of the reason he was attracted to her but fearful of her as well.

Ellen was the best thing that happened to him. Everything he wanted and desired. Finally, William thought when they first met, a woman with lust for power, and a woman that knew how to control a man like him. He secretly lusted to be dominated. Jazz was too weak. He found pleasure in controlling women like her, but Ellen, she fed another fetish, his desire to be ruled.

"I understand that very well. You suggested we stake them out but this was a waste of fucking time. We need to break into the house." She said, her cat- like cobalt blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

She loved and needed the rush. The rush and the money he promised. She was becoming impatient with this Jazz Simmons. She didn't expect her to be such a fighter, she respected Jazz but she was in the way, so she was starting to hate the bitch.

"We can't. You know how rigged the house is. I sought to it because of what's inside. It's not that easy, but I have a better idea." William rubbed his hands together.

"And what's that?" Ellen asked impatiently "I'm tired of sitting around, we need to act!" She said grabbing him by the collar. "You said we'd be on the beach living off millions right now. You think I like being behind a desk all day doing nothing!" She brought his face to hers, still holding on to his collar.

Her red nails dug into his shirt harshly, she smiled her pearly whites against his mouth. She looked reserved, her black suit jacket and black skirt crisp, and her hair up in a tight sturdy bun. She was slender but her grip was strong, and she was anything but reserved.

Ellen was pale, porcelain white with skin like milk. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. She had William right underneath her finger. She called the shots. She guessed she had to remind him who was boss. She climbed on top on him from the driver's seat.

"I want that money, and I want that bitch to pay for keeping it from us. You're going to let her run you? Control you!" She slapped him across the face and he moaned as she lifted her skirt and started to undo his pants. "I control you right?" She grabbed his penis and he nodded profusely.

"Right baby, your right! But we just can't break-ughh" He stopped as she gripped his penis tighter.

"Shut up! Stop being weak," she griped the sides of his face now scrunching his lips and cheeks together. She pulled the lever at the side of the seat and let it down. She hiked her skirt up further and positioned her pussy over his face.

"Pull my panties to the side and lick my fucking pussy." She commanded and he didn't waste time obeying her. He spread her pink pussy apart and assaulted her clit with his tongue. He dove in generously lapping up her juices, and sucking on her clit.

"Mm that's right, lick mamas pussy like a good boy." She pushed her pussy down on his face, wanting to smother him.

"Ellen." William moaned his dick growing hard. He loved it when she dominated him. She pressed her pussy harder on his face and he worked even more eagerly then before. He stuck a finger in her ass, as he moved his tongue expertly. Ellen moaned in response, she loved it. She loved that her pussy was power.

"That's enough." She said and he stopped immediately. She licked around his mouth. Getting all of the juices she could. She reached her hand down to his pants, and smiled against his mouth at his hard on.

She freed his dick from his pants and ripped her panties off.

"Mm," she moaned as she slipped him inside her, and slowly let herself down on his cock. "I don't do weak, do I?" He laid his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy and she purred. She loved the control she had over him.

"No, baby you don't, oh my god you feel so good, Ellen!" He slammed her hips on his dick and moaned again when she rolled her hips, and tightened her grip. He felt her pussy gripping his dick tightly, and started pumping his hips up to meet her enthusiastic bounce.

She rested her hands on his shoulder, and threw her head to his neck. She bit down hard, and laughed lustfully with his squeal. "Tell me you like the pain!" She bit him again pushing down deeper on his cock, wanting her pussy full with him.

"I like it!" He screamed, as she took him inside her more and more. Deeper and deeper her pussy engulfed his dick. He needed this. He needed to be controlled, and told what to do. He wanted to submit to her.

It was something about Ellen that made him want to give her everything. Ellen was his weakness. She was powerful, controlling, jealous, and devious. He loved it. He laid back the seat some more. She placed her feet on the inside of his thighs and used his chest as leverage to push her ass down on his cock even faster.

"Mm, now tell me how you're going to get me my money." She slapped him again, and ripped at his shirt, biting his chest. She reached back and gripped his balls, as she rocked back on his dick at a fast even paced.

"We use this to stage a secret affair." He said sweating and breathless as she wore him out with her energy. "Tear her down in the community. Tear her down in court! Shit, pounce on that dick." He licked his lips and stared into her cobalt blue eyes with his dark brown ones.

"How! Tell me how." She pinched his balls tighter and he groaned loudly as she kept working her hips around his dick.

"We have evidence. And then if that doesn't work I'll have to put my moves to work." He lifted her hips and aided her in slamming down on his dick some more.

"Excuse me?" She said scoffing. He was hardly as competent as he thought he was. The only reason she was bothered with him was because the sex was good. And he was easy to manipulate. She rolled her hips more and gripped even tighter and this time he screamed out.

"I want her to suffer! I want power, control, money, danger. We need to do more! Don't you want more?" She said bouncing even harder, her small and porcelain breast slapping together. He gripped her tits.

"Yes, oh I'm about to cum." He squinted, and she wrapped her hand around his neck.

"No, don't cum until I tell you to. Tell me you'll destroy her. Tell me you'll do whatever it takes, even if it means someone gets hurt." William closed his eyes, wanting so badly to cum.

"Yes! Yes, whatever it takes! Please baby let me cum, please!" She smiled, and gripped his neck tighter.

"Cum bitch," Ellen gave him permission with a devious smile.

"Oh shit!" He screamed as he released his load in her. She slid off him, and back to her seat. Pulling down her skirt and fixing her hair.

"We did it your way, now were doing it my way, and I have something a little more devious in mind for little Miss Simmons." She reapplied her red lipstick, and laughed as he remained spent on the passenger side.

"Yes baby anything you want." William said dazed.

"That's right." she said and rolled away from the curb, oh she had something for little Miss Jazz. She knew more about Jazz then she could imagine. She knew all her dirty little secrets. She needed that money. William and Jazz were merely a pawn in her ultimate plans. Plus it wasn't as fun if someone didn't get hurt.

*

CONNOR HAD PLANNED ON GIVING JAZZ HER SPACE, BUT HE DIDN'T REALIZE HOW HARD THAT WOULD BE. She had nearly knocked the wind out of him. Jazz took his breath away when he ran his eyes over her. Her skin seemed to radiate in its caramel glow.

The curve of her waist and the womanly shape of her hips were driving him crazy. Jazz's toned legs were elongated in her heels and her thighs braced against the silky material. Her full breast seemingly strained to be free out of the horizontal slant that ran across her chest. As she walked to the car, her ample bottom pushed against the silk fabric and he put a hand through his hair.

Connor wanted his hands all over her. He wanted to ravish her. Anywhere he could have her, he wanted her. He got in the car attempting to keep his libido in check. He wasn't sure how successful he would be. Only time would tell.

"So where are we going?" Her voice carried over squeezing his throat in its sweet tenor.

"I wanted to take you dancing." He turned to her with a smile and Jazz melted.

"Can you dance?" She inquired. She laughed when he rose in eyebrow in clear confidence.

"What? You think all white people can't dance?" He asked and laughed when she looked offended.

"You know that's not what I meant Connor." She scolded him. "That's a myth, at least I think." She teased. Connor wanted to hold to the musical sound of her laughter. He wanted to capture and keep the brilliant light that beamed from her smile.

It made him wonder how her ex-husband had survived a day without seeing that beautiful smile on her face. Yet now he felt grateful to be a witness to William's terrible mistake and decisions.

"It is a myth and I will prove it. The music that the stereo in this KFC plays will be perfect music for us to dance to." He tried not to laugh as she stared at him incredulously. "I'm joking." Connor lifted her jaw back up with his finger. He dodged her playful punch and snickered taking ten years off his face.

"Okay keep playing, you were gonna have to turn this car around and take my ass home." Jazz said playfully, she loved how free she could be with him. William would have never joked with her this way. Again fuck William.

"You're too good for KFC?" Connor asked playfully.

"No, I'm not, but do you think I bought a new outfit, got my toes, nails, and hair done for nothing?" She closed her mouth and frowned. Damn.

"You went through all that? Not for our friendly little outing?" He teased and felt completely at ease. So he wasn't the only one excited. It felt good to know that.

"Okay you caught me; the tailor was not generous with material." Jazz tugged at her dress self-consciously as he stared at her.

"So there is a god, I knew he heard my prayers." She laughed again and shifted. Her dress went up to her mid-thigh, giving him a nice view of her shapely legs.

"Keep your eyes on the road Handsome." Jazz pointed out the front window of his navigator. She didn't want to admit that she enjoyed his adoring attention. He made her feel like she was a rare gem and a piece of juicy steak all at the same time.

"Handsome?" He asked as if in shock.

"Oh as if you didn't already know how good looking you are." Her compliment was taken lightly but didn't hurt his ego. So she was attracted to him. That was only the first step.

"If you think so, then it must be true." He winked at her and noticed how her legs closed a little tighter. All the sudden he had to grip the steering wheel a little tighter. Thank god they were pulling into the parking lot; he was a moment away from pulling over the car and prying those legs apart. The sexual tension between them was ready to burst at the seams.

He pulled up to Stellina Mia , a classic Italian restaurant. He watched, and was pleased as her eyes went wide at the historic mansion that had been turned into a restaurant. The big and long glass windows and two large pillars gave it southern charm he knew she would enjoy.

The name was carved into stone at the foot of the stairs. Jazz looked upon the beautiful weeping willow tree that swayed, dripping tears, as if sad because its leaves were slowly leaving it. Connor opened the door for her and as they walked up the stairs and inside, he was even more pleased at her reaction. It was a beautiful place.

THE CEILINGS WERE CURVED IN AND MURALS GRACED THE WALLS. Jazz looked up and saw angels and clouds were in intricate details. The angel fish on the walls swam like a dream through bubbly water. The hollow halls were lovely with vinyl floor polished and glossed over.

The dining hall was filled with tables. Waiters, wearing black and white attire, seem to dance around patrons at even and seemingly non rushed paces. The place was packed with people. There were people of all different cultures and backgrounds. Dressed in lovely attire, some not dressed up at all. Yet everyone belonged.

There were some people on dates and other people out with their girls or on a night out with the boys. It was almost overwhelming, but as Connor laid a hand on the small of her back she relaxed. They were immediately seated and given time to order.

"Mm? There are no prices on the menu. They must be trying to hide how expensive they are." Jazz's face became one of reluctance. She didn't want him spending all this money on her. Well assuming he was paying. "We can split the bill." As soon as it left her mouth she knew it was the wrong thing to say as he gave her a stunned look.

"I know chivalry is dead but damn Jazz. At least cut me some slack."

"I didn't mean to offend you; I just don't want you wasting all your money on me."

"Jazz, waste is the furthest word from my mind when it comes to you. And, you deserve it; I can tell how hard you work." He grabbed her hand and spread his thumb on the top of it in a circular motion that had her tensing up and wanting to pull away.

Jazz took the opportunity to do just that as the waitress came to take their order. Jazz ordered some fancy pasta, recommended by Connor, whose name she couldn't pronounce. Connor ordered a dish that consisted of lobster, crab and some of everything. She looked on in amazement. Where was he putting all that? Then she remembered how big he was.

"You sure that's enough food; you forgot dessert." Jazz teased.

"Oh, I had something in mind." He made eye contact with her as he got up from the table, and Jazz didn't miss as it seemed ever woman in the room was murmuring in approval of the graceful move.

He held out one of his big hands to her and she laid her delicate hand in his. "But it can wait. Time to dispel that myth of yours, while were waiting." Jazz got up and let Connor lead her to the dance floor.