2 | Something Urgent

[JEREMIAH]

"Oh God, yes!" the girl moaned as I thrust strenuously. My one hand slipped up to open around her boob and squeeze it while the other twisted around her waist, keeping her in place, and immobile, as I took her with muffled grunts.

There was a girl pushed against the wall, her cheeks squished to the hard surface and ass dragged out. Her one-piece dress, coiled and tangled in such a mess, I could see my shaft disappear inside her before coming out again. I was panting and so was she. Her nails scratched against the wall with a vague sound, and I took it as my queue to go faster.

It continued for a few more minutes, both of us panting and gasping for breath. I felt her contracting around my manhood. When she wailed in pleasure, her knuckles turned white. She embraced herself against the wall and came down from the high ever so slowly. But I was anything but done. From behind, I kept thrusting into her. Relentlessly. Feeling her pussy contracting around my dick. I heard her whisper something against the heavy sexual scent around us, but I was too lost to even pretend to hear whatever she was garbling.

I kept fucking her brains out.

Eventually, I pinned both my hands on the wall and, with the last thrust, unloaded all my essence into her. Waves of pleasure rolled and buzzed through my bones. I groaned until the last shred of peak dimmed, leaving only the small sparks underneath my shut eyes.

I let go of the girl and took a step back. Trying to have a hold on my ragged breathing and the wild heart beneath my chest. When I peeked down at the girl, who now had turned around to face me, I watched as a dizzy smile played at the corner of her lips, biting at her lower lip.

I could have smiled back, but I slipped into the bathroom instead. I cleaned myself up, washed my face, and straightened out my clothes.

By the time I returned, the girl was gone. And as I walked out of the room, the phone in my pocket chattered to life. I paused to answer. It was Josh.

"I can't believe you ditched me to fuck a random girl," he sang from the other end, music way too loud in the background. The way he said those words earned him a small laugh from me.

"Stop complaining. You're not my girlfriend. I'll be down in a minute." I disconnected after letting him know, and with another deep breath, headed for the party downstairs.

Josh had organized the party at his penthouse. And I must say, he did a fine job of keeping most of the things to suit what I like. He knew I wasn't fond of too much hustle-bustle; the crowd made me uncomfortable and sticky. I couldn't think straight except for feeling my head droning and gaze drifting in anonymous directions. Hence, I was content to see only selective invitees, more so Victoria's models, with one of whom I just had a quickie. Though now I wished to not see her again, because that would call for a conversation, and a conversation could only take place between two comparable minds. And most of the models, no matter how stunning, only spoke garbage.

No offence.

On my way to locate Josh, I spotted a couple greeting me from a distance. I failed to recognize them instantly, but I flashed a smile, anyway. They looked happy in their small bubble and I tried not to let that impact me in any way. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't some depressed soul, or someone searching for the meaning of life. I was, as a matter of fact, quite content with what I had, and who I was. But there was something contagious about a jolly couple that made weird things happen to my chest.

Prying me out of my thoughts, I felt my phone ring one more time. Wondering if it were Josh again. Perhaps it was his turn to ditch me this time. But the home number flashing on the screen had my eyebrows drawn together. What was it now? I stared, however, answered anyway.

"I won't be home for dinner, Paul, if that's what you called to ask," I stated before my butler, Paul Legend, could even utter a word.

There was a small silence on the other end before Paul finally cleared his throat.

"Well, then never mind that," he grunted politely. "But I called for something else, sir. There is someone at the door asking for you. She says it's really urgent. What would you want me to say to her?"

"Tell her I'm busy. Or that I'm dead, whatever fucking works," I lashed out before cutting off the call and huffing out the trickle of irritation now building in my system. I hated it when people disturbed me for nothing. Especially at times whenever it seemed suitable for them. There was a certain protocol for everything in my life. And Paul, out of all the people I trusted, should know better than to do exactly that.

"Oh no, is that the face of a party pooper?"

A familiar voice rolled in from a small heap of dancing bodies nearby. And surely, before long, Josh could be seen grinning, making his way with a girl by his side. I recognized the girl effortlessly. She was the twin sister of Josh. Jade Marvel, dressed up to the nines. I did my best to cool down and normalize my mounting temper, easing in a dazzling smirk and gaze alight with spunky warmth.

"No way. I think that's..." Jade reacted to Josh, but her eyes seemed to admire me in silence, her delicious lips moving in perfect sync with the beautiful twinkle in her blue eyes. "...the face of someone who is unstoppable, undefeatable and unquenchable."

Fuck me, the way she allowed those words to leave her lips, I couldn't help but imagine her mouth wrapped around a special part of my body until I came at least thrice and she licked and swallowed all of me.

"Josh," I turned to her brother, cocking up a playful brow. "How come your sister knows me better than you? Is she really a fashion designer? Or is it just a cover-up to hide her real job?"

Josh opened his mouth to say something, but Jade beat him to it.

"Really? And what would that be?" she asked curiously, smirking.

"Stalking me?"

"Oh, shut up!" she slapped my arm playfully, laughing more with her eyes. "We all know how much of a bragging asshole you are, no need to prove it all the time," she winked, teasing, before turning to look up at her brother, who appeared a tad skeptical, trying to understand what really was going on here. I simply shrugged.

Jade looped her slim arm through Josh's, swaying her head. "That's what Stellar Magazine has to say about your company's recent ventures in the market. You guys are really coming out of your head. Good job!" Her words appeared to satisfy Josh remarkably, before he nodded and chuckled, his shoulders shaking.

"For a second I thought...well, never mind. Why is your glass still full?" he pointed at the champagne I hadn't yet downed. "Come on, man, no one is supposed to stay sober. It's a big night. Let's celebrate, yes?"

We all cheered in agreement before moving to the bar and taking shots, turn by turn. As the night grew steadily, time was nothing but a blur in the backdrop. People began to either leave or pass out. Josh soon bade his own goodbye, tottering up to his bedroom with one of the invited models. I laughed softly with my back on the counter. It was only me and Jade — and a few people tripping here and there — now. I could feel her smoldering gaze relaxed on me. After a few more minutes passed, she ambled over to where I was, her heels snapping against the shiny floor, and traced a sweet finger down my hard chest to get my attention.

I turned to look down at her, a pang of hunger burning in my own eyes.

"So, what's the plan?" she asked seductively, tipping her head to the side and giving a good view of her bare neck. I wanted to suck that fucking neck and leave bruises all over. She would like that, wouldn't she?

"For the night?" Skimming an arm around her tiny waist, I tugged her closer. Lips inches away from her own. She smelt of fresh flowers and other good things. "Can't think of anything now that you are here. Why? Do you have anything in mind?"

Her lips played with a suggestive smirk, delicately curling. "Come on, I have an early meeting tomorrow. And it's already almost morning," she wriggled out of my grasp, tugging me with herself.

Happily, my legs followed.