Chapter 9
Peter heard his cell phone ringing. He opened his eyes. Two more rings, then it would stop. Peter had no desire to move; Syd was curled up next to him. He could feel her breasts against his side. Wonderful, those two. She was soft and warm, and she loved him. Sydney loved him! It was bad of him to force the confession out of her during lovemaking. Peter couldn’t seem to help himself. He wanted to hear the words. He wanted her to say it first and he should have confessed his own feelings but couldn’t get the words out. If possible, her words of love made him more wary. By getting Sydney’s admission when they made love, Peter wasn’t sure if it was her, or the mind-blowing sex talking.
His phone was ringing again. He started to sit up. Sydney let out a sigh. Peter instantly hardened. How could he not love her, when she affected him so? Peter pulled free of Sydney’s limbs wrapped around him. He planted his feet on the carpet, wiggling his toes in it. Stretching his arms over his head, he heard another sigh on the bed behind him. Pivoting his foot, he turned to face his temptress.
“Hi,” she said, blushing as she ducked under the covers, hiding her blatant gaze, no doubt.
“Hey.” He couldn’t help it. He leaned down and caught her lips in his. “I tried not to wake you.”
“I couldn’t help myself.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s not every day you see a full moon in the morning.” She ducked further under the covers.
“Cute. How long have you been waiting to say that?”
“Since your phone started ringing ten minutes ago.” She poked her head out and smiled.
“Anything else?”
“Come back to bed.”
“I’d love to, sweetie, but I better take this call.”
There was such disappointment in her expression, Peter couldn’t help himself, and he leaned down, kissed her and said, “I’ll be right back.”
He went to the living room to get his phone out of his jacket. Buzz called. What could he want at this hour? Peter would call Buzz later.
“Peter? Are you coming back to bed, or should I start getting dressed?” He could hear the teasing in her voice.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t get up!” He started running. Peter couldn’t afford to let her get dressed, not when he needed her.
“You’re coming already. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or hurt.”
“You minx, you knew what I meant.”
A sound suspiciously like a giggle came out of her pretty mouth.
Peter lay on his back and, grasping her hips, rolled her on top. “Ride me,” he said simply.
“A bit demanding aren’t you?” she responded.
“I can’t afford to mince words, when I want you badly.”
“Oh.” Her mouth was sexy in that little “O”; he leaned up and pulled her to him in a passionate kiss.
He felt her moisten against him as his aroused flesh pressed towards her opening. “You feel so good.”
Sydney reached her hand down to feel him and a groan escaped his mouth. She touched him tenderly on the tip and rubbed her dampness along his length. It was excruciating. Peter fumbled as he got the condom out of its package and onto his aching member. Peter needed her now. As if she knew, Sydney placed her searing, wet sheath over his aching shaft and enveloped him in her passion-moistened depths. Slowly, she rode him. Her rhythm picked up, and she seemed lost in it. Her own need took over the dance as she feathered her fingers across his chest. Grasping his head, she kissed him with fervor; it was no doubt, her mark upon him. Sydney lifted her head up and as she raised herself, Peter leaned forward tugging a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak and felt her losing control. Pulling away, her breast released and she arched her back as she shuddered in waves over him. Peter felt Sydney’s release, and it overwhelmed him.
She fell forward, leaning over him, whispering in his ear as she tugged it with her teeth. “Your turn.”
That phrase broke through his senses. Peter needed Sydney in such a primal way, pulling out and pushing her off him. He changed positions so she faced downward on the bed, with her lovely ass up in the air. He could see her tender flesh glistening. Grasping her hips, he plunged into her depths and pulled out slowly. He drove into her with wildness and then retreated slowly. He watched her, as he repeated this technique a few more times. Sydney was enjoying Peter’s sweet torture and accepting his thrusts. Peter could feel her hand caressing him as he buried himself deep inside her. He took his hand and reached down to polish her pearl of passion. Sydney moaned, pushing her hips back towards him. Together they found the perfect rhythm. He could feel her tightening in anticipation. He moved quicker, and she met each plunge, faster and faster, until he felt her loins clasp him, and he abandoned himself to pleasure.
His phone rang, breaking the moment.
Peter dragged his body off of Sydney’s lushness and answered, “Hello.”
“Pete, this is Buzz. You been running boy? You sound winded.”
“Something like that.”
“Well, pull yourself together and pack your bags. I’m ready to close this deal today. I want you on the next plane to Las Vegas!”
“No problem.” Peter clicked his phone shut, collapsed on the bed and sighed. “I’m sorry honey, we gotta go.”
* * * *
Peter retraced his conversation with Sydney that morning as he flew to Vegas. “I don’t want to leave.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” She seemed saddened. “Well, it’s the thought that counts.”
“If thinking counts, Syd, I’ll be back in no time. When I think about you, I want you.”
She smiled.
“That was Buzz Caulfield. Do you remember me talking about him?” Peter asked.
“I think so. Texas oil guy and you’ve been kickin’ his butt in the air races.”
“I guess you remember.”
“I guess so.”
“Well, it looks like I’ll be closing a deal for him.”
“How long?”
“Three weeks.”
“Three weeks? How long does it take to close a stock deal?”
“That’ll only take a few days. I’m going to an air-show, too.”
“Oh, you just want to play first. Boys and their toys.” She was teasing him, the minx!
“I’ll be back.”
“I know.
“You’re not upset?”
“No. This is good.”
“It is?” Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
“Yeah. It’ll give me time to think about this.” Sydney gestured her hand back and forth between them.
“What’s to think about?”
“What I want out of this relationship.”
“You need to think about that? I already know what I want.” Peter began running his hand along her thigh.
“Peter, everyone knows what you want.”
They made love again. He was going to miss her, Sydney was right. He needed to put this relationship in perspective, too.
* * * *
The 747 was landing. It was nice to sit back and let someone else do the flying for a change. Buzz was planning on meeting him on the ground in Las Vegas. They would head over to Area 51 for The Desert Fly-in and Air-show in the morning.
Peter greeted Buzz at baggage claim.
“Thanks for picking me up.
“Not a problem, my boy. I’m just glad we can wrap this up and get to what’s important.”
“Where are we headed exactly?”
“Over to some architectural firm, Lott of Design, it’s called. Seems some guy over there holds the last few shares of W.O.O.D.”
“Sounds familiar. What did you say his name was?” Peter felt a flicker of apprehension.
“Lance Lott.”
Peter stared at Buzz as he tried to process information on a name he’d only heard once before.