3.

She whined and screamed in turns, still kneeling in front of Martin. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to wear skirt, no matter how hot the weather will be, because her knees will be bruised, but she didn’t care. The circumstances made it worth! She could already feel her second orgasm building up in her pulsating and rolling body. She let out a surprised unarticulated moan realizing this then she let Martin take her higher and higher. This time he came with her – his climax was long, he held on to her painfully hard and cried out loud.

Anita’s face twitched and she smiled from the feeling as Martin’s hot load filled her and from the way it ran down on her thigh. Martin felt contended from this then he pulled out of her and lay down next to her on the floor, his chest rising and falling quickly. She could only lie onto her tummy. She was gasping for air wildly as well as she turned her head towards him.

“Well?” he turned his head to look her in the eye, his fingers gently stroking her spine “Did you enjoy it?”

“There’s no word to describe how much…” she said hoarsely and sighed “You’re a god, Martin…”

“And you didn’t even made love to me” he laughed.

“You think it was just good sex, right?” she smiled at him, exhausted.

“I think it was dirty and amazing sex and I like being with you and I really like you, but not just because of this. But to make love to someone you need more.”

“Yes, I know” she sighed and closed her eyes for a moment then she let herself get lost in the contentedly shining green eyes.

“What?” Mart asked, watching the grey irises.

“Nothing” she shrugged.

“C’me on…” he whispered, caressing the flushed face.

“Nothing, it’s just that… I think I won’t have anything like that with you” she smiled at him a bit sadly “But it’s okay this way!” she raised one hand to stop him before he could say anything.

“But… what if… I want it?”

“Why would you do that?” she sat up, pulling her legs to her chest as she turned towards the window, showing her back to him.

“Why wouldn’t I want it?” he sat up too “Or don’t you want it?”

“I just simply think that it wouldn’t work, that I wouldn’t be able to do this” she shrugged and folded her arms on the top of her knees.
“And why is that?”

“Martin, we live in different worlds and there’s an enormous abyss between us. I cannot even see the other side” she bent her head for a moment then stared out at the trees in the garden.

“Where do you stand?”

“At the brink of the cliff, like always” she scratched a little bruise on her forearm.

“And isn’t it possible for you to come to my side, you little mountaineer?” he embraced her and smiled into her neck.

Anita looked up at him from behind her arms. For a long minute she just watched him seriously. Is this really happening to her? Should she put her closed nature and caution aside and jump into this? This was the thing she has been waiting for in her entire life? This is the big jump?

“If you have ropes which can bear my weight…” she smiled at him faintly.

“Honey, you’re perfect!” he laughed and embraced her again just to pull her over him.

She just looked down at him with a soft smile and ran her fingers in the curls.

“Yeah, of course…” she rolled her eyes “But now I should really go down and check on things in the kitchen” she stroked his face with her thumb.

“Do you really have to?” he looked at her with big puppy-like eyes.

“Yes! We cannot be this lazy the whole day!”

“Yes, yes, yes we can…”

“Martiiin!” she put him in his place and stood up, but she immediately felt Mart’s arms around her waist as he pressed his face into her tummy.

“What’re you doing? Let me go!”

“Nooooooooooo!”

“I hope you know that now you’re acting like a pouting little boy, who couldn’t get his chocolate?”

“It’s not true.”

“Then prove it and let me go!” she dug her fingers into the inviting curls again.

“You’re mean, you know that, don’t you?” he grimaced.

“Yes, I know. And you like it” she stuck out the tip of her tongue, smiling “So, come, let’s take a shower. There you can bother me a bit more, but then we have to go back and work! Deal?” she winked.

“Deal!” he answered and stood up, already feeling the blood rushing down into his groin again.

---

After a few hours Anita was sitting in the garden, waiting for the first guests to arrive. They’ve managed to solve the problem with the light bulbs in the garden as well, and the food will be fresh and warm by the time the guests arrive. Everything was fine and everyone was friendly with her, she had a few good laughs. And she was surprised by this. It was unusual to her that people treated her like a human being, that Martin was attracted to her and wanted to see her even after a those hours spent with amazing sex. She adjusted her dark-red shirt and watched the other waiters and waitresses - wearing similar uniforms – letting the first guests in. They were greeted by the elegant host of the party right away. Well, he didn’t force himself into such a suit she’d seen on him the first time they’ve met. Martin was way cooler than that. But she couldn’t deny that it was nice to look at him.

He was wearing black jeans, which’s fabric made a sharp but alluring contrast with the black silk shirt on his upper body. His blonde curls and white smile just added to this, not to mention his glistening green eyes. Anita smiled as it came into her mind that this sexy angel can be hers for a while. She just wanted to strip him from his clothes piece by piece, but she had to concentrate on her work now. She was still smiling as she offered the drinks and this time it wasn’t a forced smile.

Another man dressed in black appeared among the guests soon. He was moving with his lithe steps as if appearing from the shadows, watching the other guests. Anita approached the standing Dave.

“Mr. Gahan, can I give you something? Champagne perhaps?” she stepped to him.

“Yes, thank you” he took a glass from her “You… seem familiar to me.”

“Yes, we met in New Jersey. I was the one who couldn’t tell you the brand of the champagne” she smiled.

“Yes, I remember!” he smiled “And… what brought you here?”

She felt herself blushing a bit “Well, I do such jobs everywhere and Mr. Gore was quite generous.”

“Yeah… I can imagine that” he smiled knowingly over his glass then took a sip from the expensive champagne.

Anita just blushed even more “I’m sorry, I have to get moving” she nodded towards him a bit then quickly walked away.

Dave watched her for a while then stopped on his friend’s side.

“Martin. Can I be a bit curious?”

“It depends on what’s your curiosity’s subject” he turned towards him and waved to walk into a quieter corner.

“You’ve brought her here to fuck her again?”

“David!” he growled while he watched the drinking and chatting guests and he waved to Kessler too.

“Yes?”

“Do you really have to be this vulgar?”

“Or rather honest?”

Martin sighed and rolled his eyes “You never change, do you?” he sipped from his whiskey.

“Uhm, none of you would love me, if I changed” he laughed “So?”

“Why do you care?” he glimpsed at him.

“She’s not exactly… your type. But of course if you want something from her, and she’s not just a part of your sick games...”

“How do you know who’s good for me? And which kind of games do you have in your mind?” he circled the booze in his glass before drinking it.

“I was lucky enough to see quite some of them. I’m just interested whether you have a new sex partner and end up on the front page with her or not.”

“Why would I land there? When was the last time you’ve seen me in the papers without you and Andy?”

“Uhm….” he tried to remember “What do you know about the chick?”

“That she’s charming and very good in what she’s doing” he winked at Dave with a little smile in the corner of his mouth.

“So you fuck her hard. Poor girl… how will she feel herself when you get bored from her after a few days?” he asked with a smile.

“We have no big expectations, we let things form. But it’s good to be with her” he shrugged.

“Great” Dave smiled again.

Anita stepped to them in that moment, because she saw that Martin’s glass was empty. With a little smile on her lips she offered a whiskey from her tray, saying nothing, and took the empty glass from him. She even dared to glimpse at the singer in black. She could agree with herself that he was hot for the second time as well. Dave sized her up in a way as if she was his next prey. She hated herself for blushing again, so she just went to do her own business and serve a Martini for a woman.

“Don’t you dare!” Mart said to Dave, still following her moves.

“Why not?”

“I’m not willing to hand her over. I’ve worked for her trust.”

“I wonder how much work would be needed to seduce her in front of you…” Dave looked at his friend.

“No way, I won’t bet on this with you or answer your question. You won’t sell me down the river again!”

Dave smiled darkly “I don’t have to use any tricks, Martin. You know me.”

“Sometimes I think I know you too well…” he sighed “You wanted me to say it out loud that she’s my girlfriend right now? Here you are, I’ve said it. And I’d like things to stay this way.”

“And does she know about this?”

“She didn’t protest when I asked her” he shrugged, but avoided his look.

“You asked her?”

“We can say” he shrugged.

“So you didn’t ask.”

“We didn’t clear every detail, but we agreed that we both want things to form in their own way, but I don’t know why I’m explaining myself to you again” he shook his head, sipping again.

“I don’t know either.”

“Okay then we should rather greet Kessler and the others. Are you coming with me or you want to stay here and project your little dark plans in the corner?” he looked at Dave, who laughed.

“I never do such things” he answered and joined Mart.

“Sure” he nodded then tried to get to their friends in the crowd.

---

Anita was really exhausted by the end of the evening when she stumbled into the guest room and into the shower, leaving her clothes behind. She planned to catch a nice sleep. She let the lukewarm water wash over her body while she started washing her hair. For her taste it was a bit too warm in Santa Barbara, but it was possible to get used to it. So now the cooling shower felt very good. She could concentrate just onto the cascading water reaching her body and washing it clean.

“Hmmm… you’re more desirable when you’re all wet like this…” she suddenly heard and felt two arms sneaking around her waist and a mouth on her neck.

“Martin? What are you doing here?” the young woman turned her head to look into the green eyes, where she spotted some playful sparkling.

“What do you think?” he grinned at her.

“I don’t know, tell me” she smiled.

“I just though it’d be nice to join you” he stepped under the shower fully dressed. Now he was wearing just an old grey T-shirt and some boxers.

“Uhm… in clothes?” Anita asked back.

“It’s not important” he turned her around and embraced her “Would you help me to get rid off them?” he asked after putting a soft kiss onto her mouth.

“Convince me to help you” she whispered.

“I don’t know why I have to fight to gain anything by you…” he sighed then leant back for another kiss while his hands slowly stroked the foam all around her back, sides and thighs.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t like it” she whispered into his mouth.

“Usually I enjoy it” his one hand slid onto her breast.

“Usually?” she asked back, slowly stroking the boxer down from his waist.

“Usually” he grinned and kissed her neck as his right hand slid between her thighs, starting to slowly tease the wet and hot core of her.

A wobbly sigh escaped her lips and the wet piece of cloth landed in the water with a smaller splash. She grabbed Mart’s T-shirt and pulled him to her while her back hit the cold tiles “I want you! Now!” she stated.

“I know” he grinned and dragged his wet T-shirt off, not looking where he threw it “And now I’ll fuck you in the way I did back in New Jersey for the first time” he stated pressing his victim against the wall, lifting her up so she could put her legs around his waist.

He just smiled and stroked himself a few times before he entered Anita with a sudden move “Uhhh God! You’re still so tight!” he moaned into the fragrant neck.

“Stiiiill?” she asked back, losing the rhythm.

“You’re muscles… didn’t loose that much yet…” he moaned by the next push “But… I love it! Your grip is nearly painful” he panted, sliding deeper and deeper.

“And… you… enjoy this?”

“Shouldn’t I?” he bit her earlobe.

“I… didn’t… say anything… like that” she moaned “Come on, Martin! Give me more!” she ordered.

“As you wish, you little dominatrix!” he grinned then kissed her so passionately that her head hit the wet tiles and his hips started to buck wildly.

“Yeees!” she panted then soon her yell filled the bathroom.

After a few minutes Martin bit her shoulder hard from the overwhelming feeling and his shaking body found relief. He was still pressing his sweet burden against the tiles.

“There, there” Anita opened her eyes, which she’d closed in the moment of her great climax “see how heavy I am? You’ll collapse in a minute.”

“You say silly things!” he kissed her “I love it that I can grab you and you’re not a skeleton” he lifted her a bit and playfully grabbed her ass. She closed the tap and he carried her into the bedroom “And now I have a question.”

“Me too: does it feel good to carry me?” she laughed.

“Now that you ask: yes, it does! See?” and he carried her around in the room before putting her down onto the bed.

“You’re a sick man” she stated, emphasizing every word, but her smile didn’t fade “What did you want to ask?”

“Can I sleep here with you” he smiled down at her, not commenting on her previous sentence. ‘If she knew…’ he thought, but he put this now aside “I promise I won’t snort!” he raised his left hand.

“Swear!” she laughed.

“I swear!” he giggled and kissed her neck “So? Do you have any objections? Should I go back to my room?”

“No, no, you stay here!” she said then went silent and got lost in his green eyes. She touched his face and gently stroked it. Martin gave her a gentle smile and kissed into her palm then he bent down and kissed her lips, closing her into his arms.

Anita felt some nice warmth filling her heart: she started to like him. She hoped that she just liked him… Martin embraced her contentedly and exhausted and inhaled her nice smell, caressing the soft curve of her back. In the dark she examined the calmly glistening green eyes. Despite that she barely knew him, it surprised her that he could soften her this easily with one smile or stroke. Usually she was way more “prickly”, but now it felt good just to let herself drift and let her go a bit. She smiled when Martin turned her onto her back and rested his head on her chest. She automatically started stroking his curly hair, watching him for a while then she closed her eyes and soon stepped into the world of dreams.

---

In the early morning Anita woke up from the feeling that something heavy was on her tummy. As she glimpsed down she realized that it was Martin’s head. He still didn’t let her go! This warmed her heart. It was ages ago since she woke up with someone in one bed that wasn’t her cat. She stretched then gently dug her fingers into the blonde messy hair. Martin soon woke up too from the nice feeling and looked into the grey eyes. The two remaining days has just started.
After she survived Martin’s attack on an empty stomach, she cleaned herself up and went downstairs to look around and help to her workmates to clean up the mess.

---

Dave Gahan was sleeping in his own guestroom, full in the nude. He was snoring quietly. The light blanket slid off of him a long while ago so his well-shaped butt and the dark tattoo on his back were staring at the ceiling.

Anita tried to collect the glasses onto her tray as quietly as she could, checking the empty rooms as well. She carefully opened the door to one of the rooms she thought were empty when she froze from the sight and maybe even her jaw dropped. Dave didn’t move. She was about to back out from there with her head bent, but she stopped and couldn’t bear not to take another glimpse at the perfect body. The dark tattoos made such a nice contrast on his skin... For a moment she hesitated then said to herself that she was a big slut as she quietly started walking towards him. ‘If he wakes up then… I’ll say that I came just for the glasses on his table’ she tried to calm herself.

Then she made a few careful steps towards him to admire him in his great nakedness. She felt herself weaken from the sight. She knew that it was time for her to leave, but she couldn’t move. She cursed herself when she got even closer. The soft brown skin was so alluring on his back and she wanted to touch the Celtic tattoo so badly that she was surprised from herself. Well, she had to confess that she always found tattoos attractive. Her fingertips – barely touching his skin – followed a crooked line while she bit her lip from the soft warmth she felt on them. She continued doing this for another minute, fully getting lost in it until from a louder breather she pulled her hand back and she rather started collecting some glasses. She was about to reach for the last one when she glimpsed at Dave again and accidentally pushed the glass onto the carpet. Luckily it didn’t break but landed on it with a quite loud thud.

A louder snort came from the bed and a sleepy deep voice asked on a quite aggressive tone “Who’s here?!”

“Uhm… just Anita, one of the waitresses. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you… I just wanted to collect the glasses” she said quickly and felt that her head was already as read as a lobster.

“Wha-what?” he asked a bit unfocused while he turned around and sat opposite her, sleepily pulling the blanket from the floor onto his lap “Do you really have to do this at dawn?”

“I apologize again, Mr. Gahan” she avoided his figure with her eyes “But it’s already around 10 am.”

“Hmmmm…” he moaned “When did Martin go to sleep? Is he up yet?”

“I guess he went to sleep around half past three” she bent down to pick up the glass and quickly straightened up to glance around the room for more of them “And yes, he’s up.”

“Great” he yawned “Then I resurrect too” he said, tossing the blanket back on the floor and headed for the bathroom.

Anita would’ve put her hand on her heart if the tray wasn’t in the way, but this way she could utter just a “yes”, her face blushing again and she got out of the room with racing heart as soon as she could. She was a bit shocked from the fact that Dave wasn’t disturbed from walking around naked in the presence of women he didn’t know!  Then she tried to get rid off the feeling of his skin, his smell and sight and tried to concentrate on her work.

They had to serve lunch too, although they knew that they’ll have to keep the food warm for the ones who’ll wake up later. She had a lot to do. Meanwhile she got to know that this was some kind of an anniversary party for the band, because they gave a big concert exactly 20 years ago. ‘If I just knew what 101 could mean…’ she mused then waved with her hand and went to the storage room for some more salad.

Next chapter

Súgó Még nincs hozzászólás.

Új hozzászólás Frissítés