Baumgartner generations: Janie

“Okay, I’m back.” I put the phone to my ear.

“What was that?” he asked, sounding curious.

“A long story.” I sighed. “Josh, can I call you in half an hour?”

“Sure.”

“Stay right where you are…” I purred. “And definitely keep doing what you’re doing…”

“Mmmm.” I heard him smiling. “Yes ma’am! Half an hour?”

“Be ready.”

“I will be,” he promised as I hung up the phone.

I texted Lil that I was going home-I knew she wouldn’t care if Alek was out there dancing with her-and when I got there, I told Ronnie and TJ that Gretchen probably wouldn’t be home all night.

I also declined their offer to go to bed with them, probably for the first time ever.

Instead, I went to my room to call Josh back.

“Are you ready?” I was already stripped naked and in bed.

“And waiting,” he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper.

We were off to the races.

Chapter Eight

“Oh my god, Josh!” I exclaimed as I stuck my head out of yet another room in the Plaza’s Presidential Suite. “There are so many! How many bedrooms does it have?”

“Come here, you!” he called, holding out his hand. He was standing at the bar, pouring himself a drink. I went to him, smiling, hips swinging, knowing he was watching me, the black silk of my dress clinging to my body.

He pulled me close-he’d already kissed me breathless in the car, both when he picked me up and when we pulled up to the hotel-burying his hands in my hair as he looked down at me.

“Are you staying here indefinitely?” I asked, my eyes bright.

“It’s fifteen-thousand a night.” He laughed. “Even Catherine would think that’s too extravagant.”

My eyes widened, my jaw dropping. “Are you crazy?”

“Probably,” he murmured against my ear, his hand trailing down to the small of my back. “But it’s just for tonight. I’ve got a condo section of the Plaza reserved for a much more reasonable price. Not as good of a view though.” We were on the top floor-the entire top floor, Josh claimed-which was already making me nervous, even though I’d avoided the windows on my impromptu tour of the place.

“There are five bedrooms,” he breathed, his thigh pressed between mine. I moaned softly as he kissed my neck, making delicious patterns with his tongue. “And I’m going to have sex with you in all five of them…”

“Tonight?” I gulped.

He smiled. “In the next hour.”

Our kiss was hungry, eager, and I let my hands run all over him, down his back, over the hard edges of his chest and stomach, finally reaching for the part of him my body wanted most, finding him delightfully hard.

“Easy, girl.” He kissed me, soft and slow, his tongue exploring.

“I can’t help it,” I whimpered, rubbing up against him. I loved him in a suit, his belt buckle biting into me. “We’ve waited so long…”

He smiled, grabbing my ass and lifting me. I squealed as he carried me, my legs wrapped around his waist, toward the sofa.

“What are you doing?” I cried as he sat me down, pushing my dress up over my thighs.

“Taking the edge off.”

“Ohhhh,” I whispered as he yanked at my panties, pulling them down and off. He knelt down between my legs, his eyes caressing me first, his hands moving slowly up and down the smooth, taut flesh of my inner thighs. He still wanted to take it slow, but I was eager.”Please,” I pleaded, swallowing hard as I looked down at him. “I want it so bad.”

“This?” He parted my pussy lips gently, finding my clit with his index finger. I moaned, spreading wider and kicking off my heels, putting my feet up on the edge of the sofa.

“Circles,” I instructed softly, and he obliged, his finger moving around and around against my clit.

“Like this?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I agreed as he rubbed me, his cheek resting against my thigh.

His breath on my pussy was hot and I wanted his mouth. “Now do that with your tongue.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned, leaning in to oblige me. I moaned softly as he explored me first, his tongue slipping into my crease. I’d shaved, so I was soft and smooth, and I was already incredibly wet. “Oh god, Janie, you taste so good!”

“Lick it,” I urged, grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth to my cunt. “Josh, lick it!

Please!”

He groaned as he sealed his mouth over my mound, his tongue making circles, just like I wanted. My head went back as he licked and licked me, and I couldn’t control the low sounds coming from my throat. It was too fucking good to stop.

I gasped when he grabbed my hips in his hands, repositioning me on the sofa so I was lying back against the arm and he was stretched out on the other half, his tongue still circumnavigating my clit, again and again. Then he got really busy, pulling down the bodice of my dress, molesting my breasts, seizing my nipples. I thrashed under him, whimpering under the relentless lash of his tongue.