Rendezvous with Jess

Marcus rode the elevator up to the floor Jess was staying on, his mind was racing. Yasmin was pregnant though she didn't know it yet. Spending any amount of time with her felt like a betrayal. Josie, he wanted her, badly, but what if she got pregnant, he'd never forgive himself. Anastasia, he sighed. He hadn't gone super Saiyan so maybe she wasn't pregnant but he couldn't get the image of her face out of his head when he'd rejected her.

"Focus on Jess," he said out loud to himself.

He thought back to his first time with the redheaded MILF and smiled. This would be good, mindless fun, no feelings, no complications. Jess had a suite at the top of the nicer of the two hotels in town and he easily found her room. She wanted him all day he thought, his head was throbbing, he was tired.

He knocked and a moment later Jess opened the door, she was wearing a short sleeve white buttoned down blouse open at the top enough to show a healthy amount of cleavage. He looked her over, she had on a black skirt that was long enough to be professional, barely.

"Mr. Vallen," she said with a smile, "I'm glad you could fit me in."

"I thought you were going to be doing the fitting?" he said as she closed the door behind them.

"So bad Mr. Vallen," she said as she led him to a table with a mess of paperwork strewn across it, "take a seat."

He sat down and looked at everything, if this was going to be all numbers or legalese he was going to pass out. She slid a page over to him, "these are the numbers we were expecting on your release," then she slid another page over, "these are the actuals so far."

Hmm yes numbers he thought, the numbers on the second page certainly looked bigger.

"That's good," he said with faux confidence.

"Very," said Jess with a glint in her eyes, "so good we want you to do a book tour."

A book tour? That was insane, what about school?

"We would schedule it for immediately after your finals," said Jess, "try to cash in on the holiday season, have you home for Christmas."

Marcus' mind raced, this was better than he'd ever imagined.

Jess slid a check over to him, "that's your royalties so far."

That was a big number, he realized.

"This," she said sliding another check over, "is the advance on your next book, the higher ups don't know you've already finished it so its rather generous."

Generous was one word for it he thought, it was more than his first measly 10k by a lot.

"This," she said sliding another check to him, "is yours for bringing in Cassidy Banks."

That check if it was the only one he'd received would have been more than enough for him, he didn't really have much in the way of expenses after all.

"Finally," she said sliding a stack of papers over to him, "the contract for your second and third book as well as a second contract for your book tour, cities, expectations, code of conduct and the like.

"I'm going to need to look these over," he said.

"Of course," said Jess, "coffee?"

"Please," he said looking at the smaller of the two contracts.

This one was straight forward, two weeks, seven stops. He was expected to talk, do a reading, sign copies, Q&A. Fine, he thought signing it as Jess put a cup down next to him. The second contract was a textbook. It took him a while to go through it all. Part of it was the terms of the book, amount up front for this, how much he'd get up front for the third if the second did well. Percentage of sales. It all looked fine, maybe, what did half these words mean? Maybe he needed an agent.

Jess came up behind him and massaged his shoulders, "I'm not trying to screw you Mr. Vallen," she said, "well, not with this contract."

Should he trust her? She had led with a lot of money and this contract certainly promised more. He didn't see anything about them getting creative control, but this next part, movies and TV.

"We've already gotten requests," she whispered in his ear, "nothing big yet, but I think if we hold off we could get a series, HBO, maybe Amazon, best case though you get picked up for a movie series."

His mind was racing, this was all too good to be true. He leaned back and closed his eyes, his head was spinning.

"It's a good deal," said Daemon.

Really?

"Trust me I'm the master of sneaky loopholes in contracts, that's not what this is, the MILF is actually looking out for you."

Marcus leaned forward and signed, initialed and everything.

"Excellent," said Jess climbing onto his lap, "I have an early dinner with my daughter soon, so let me help you relax, you look like you need it."

She undid his pants and slid down to her knees. This cock, she marveled to herself, tonight it would be hers. She took him in her mouth and worked him expertly, she'd had practice of late and while they weren't all so big she had been honing her craft. Leaning in she forced him into her throat and he groaned, he had no energy to resist and she knew what she was doing.

"Fuck," he groaned as she worked her throat on him, "Jess I'm close."

She might have been trying to smile around his cock, her eyes were certainly glinting as she took him into her mouth and stroked him. He unloaded into her mouth and somehow she managed to keep it all in swallowing with an audible gulp.

Jess got to her feet and gathered her things, "make yourself at home you look like you need to rest, order some room service."

She left and he got himself undressed and climbed into the bed. The pillows still smelled of her and if he hadn't been so damn tired he might have let the scent linger but soon he was out cold. He woke up a while later to his phone buzzing, it wasn't late but it was getting dark, he checked his phone and saw a mess of messages from Yasmin and one from Trace. There were photos Yasmin had taken of their trips, one of her trying on a sexy yellow dress he couldn't wait to tear off her. Then there was a photo of them outside the salon, Josie had gotten her hair done, she looked good.

"We may have been a little bad papi ;)" the last message read.

There was a video attached, Josie on her knees, naked, was that a gloryhole? Josie had a cock down her throat and was masturbating furiously. Josie was certainly trying new things. After Josie had finished she and Celia went at each other, he was aroused, the beast inside of him was hungry.

"Tell Josie I like her hair, and she did a very good job." he messaged.

Then there was the message from Trace, "Hey man, I don't know if you and Josie are together or anything but she gave me her number, is it cool if I ask her out?"

Josie and Trace, he thought. He definitely knew what Trace saw in her and she had been letting him fuck around. There was maybe a tinge of jealousy, Trace could give her something he couldn't, commitment. Maybe if there was something between her and Trace it would save her from Marcus.

"That's cool man," texted Marcus, "just be warned she's a blue player."

He showered, he ate, he got dressed. Being a booty call for a MILF with an expense account was certainly something he could get used to. The door opened and Jess strutted back in with a smile on her face.

"Someone is certainly feeling better," she said planting a kiss on him.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him.

"Now now Mr. Vallen," she said removing his hands, "I'm calling the shots tonight."

"As you wish," he said with a smirk.

Jess dropped her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Marcus waited and soon Jess emerged in a light turquoise bra with matching panties that didn't cover her incredible ass at all. She crawled onto the bed as he watched and spread her legs for him and pulled her panties aside.

"I want your mouth," she commanded.

He knelt at the side of the bed and grabbed her waist pulling her to the edge, a little show of strength to remind her she was in charge because he let her be. He licked up her and went to work, his hands holding her milky white thighs, her red bush tickling his nose every so often.

Making him kneel and service her was intoxicating, he could take control if he wanted and she definitely planned to let him but right now he was using his magic tongue. She grabbed a handful of his red hair and pulled him into her. This was incredibly wrong, she'd have to make sure her daughter steered clear of this young man lest she get her heart broken.

Jess giggled, then she moaned, then she came, her thighs trying to squeeze his head but he held her in place and didn't stop until she tugged him off.

"Very good Mr. Vallen," she said, "take that suit off, slowly."

Being eye candy was certainly a new experience, he shed his jacket and then undid his tie throwing it at Jess who giggled and tossed it aside. Next he unbuttoned, slowly, untucked and threw his shirt aside. Rather than remove his undershirt next he took off his belt and wrapped it around behind Jess' neck and pulled her in for a kiss, it was good to keep the audience involved he figured. Now his pants, he let them drop and kicked them aside. He slowly pulled his undershirt off and tossed it.

"Wait," said Jess staring at his cock struggling againt his boxers, "I want to unwrap my gift."

She reached over and kissed him as she pulled his boxers down letting his cock spring free.

"Lay on the bed," she said.

He did and she soon straddled his hips and pressed him to her pussy. This was it, she had been dreaming, touching herself to the thought of this since June. She slid down and immediately felt him stretching her, her lovers from back home weren't lacking, but they weren't packing this.

"Wow," she said with a giggle once she had him all the way in, "now be a good boy."

She started to ride him and he held her waist, not steering, not grabbing, just holding onto her as she enjoyed herself, his eyes exploring her body.

"I know what you want," said Jess with a wide smile

She undid her bra and tossed it away as Marcus stared transfixed, these were the first boobs he'd seen in person and they were just as amazing at second glance.

"You can touch them," said Jess as she rode him.

He didn't need to be told twice, he gave them a squeeze and she giggled. This was oddly reminiscent of his time with Celia, her using him to get off, Jess may have been older but she was no less beautiful.

This cock felt amazing, she thought as she rode him, it hit everywhere, places she'd never been touched. She moaned and she rode him, she was close, on edge practically but she couldn't quite get there.

"Fuck me," she whimpered.

"Fuck you?"

"Fuck me," she pleaded.

He grabbed her waist again and started to thrust, it didn't take long until she was clinging to him, squealing, it was good, too good, better than any of her other lovers. Was this young man that gifted or just that blessed?

"Very, very good Mr. Vallen," she said as she leaned in to kiss him, "do you know what I really want?"

"Tell me."

"I want you to use me."

He grabbed her and rolled on top of her holding her legs wide as he drove himself into her, fuck she was squeezing him.

"You're stretching me," whined Jess.

He went faster and her whines turned into squeals and she tried to move but he held her firmly in place as she clung to him. She had asked for it and now that he'd barely gotten started he was wondering if she could take it.

How was she taking this? She couldn't wrap her head around how deep this massive cock was going and how tight it made her feel around him. He grabbed her waist, and lifted her ass off of the bed and really started to fuck her. Jess screamed and clung to his arms, had she created a monster? The thought slowly left her mind along with any ability to think. She couldn't control her body or the noises she was making as he brought her to, and then plowed her through, her next orgasm. He let her go and she crashed back onto the bed, her heart and her mind racing.

"Need a break?" he asked with a cocky grin.

She narrowed her eyes, "I'm a big girl."

He rolled her onto her side and got behind her. She gasped as he entered her, and he reached around and started to rub her clit as he thrusted. Too good, she thought, he was too good.

"Feel how deep I am inside you Jess," he whispered in her ear, "you like that young cock inside of you?"

She responded with a whimper, he was taking it slow. His pace quickened, he slapped her ass hard and went back to teasing her clit as he drove himself into her. She writhed, it was too much, her clit was too sensitive.

His senses told him her brain was already a jumbled mess, he stopped rubbing her and grabbed one of her tits. He couldn't tell much what she wanted, just one strong impulse, don't stop. She felt good, she smelled good, her whimpers with each thrust were driving him crazy.

She tried to say something that may have been "I'm cumming," but all that came out was a squeal as she squeezed around him.

He kissed her cheek and pulled out of her, he tried to get her into doggy but her legs were shaking too much. He laid her flat on her stomach and mounted her from behind.

Her mind was blank, his cock stretched her going what felt like as deep as she'd ever had it. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open as he started to fuck her, there was nowhere to go, he held her firm in place using her just like she'd ask. Was he trying to ask her something...cum?

"Breed me," she whispered.

"What?"

"Breed me," she whined.

"I can't hear you."

"Breed me," she growled, "fill me up, make me a mommy again."

The curse took over, it had heard what it wanted and Marcus lost control. He cupped his hand over her mouth and forced himself in fast and deep. Jess had another orgasm but it didn't slow him down at all. He growled and unloaded everything he had into her, kissed the top of her head and collapsed onto his back next to her.

"Fucking hell Jess," he groaned.

There was nothing happening in Jess' mind, there were sensations, a sudden emptiness, she could feel his cum running out of her. She knew her hair was a mess and she had tears running down her face. There was also the incredible exhaustion.

"You can stay the night," she muttered.

He went to the bathroom and cleaned up, when he came back she was already asleep where he'd left her. He pulled the blankets onto her and got into bed, sleep taking him almost immediately.

***

Anastasia sat against Mark's door, she'd been keeping a vigil trying to find him to apologize. There was noise inside but it must have been his roommate.

"Babe not so rough," came a voice.

"I'm not going rough," came another.

"Wait, already?"

That sounded familiar Anastasia thought to herself. Maybe it was a good thing Mark hadn't come back. She thought about that morning, how amazing he'd made her feel, how laying there under him had felt so perfect. Why did she have to ruin it? Why did she have to control him? They just got to college they should be having fun not planning their lives together. She checked her phone, nothing. Maybe she should give this up and go to bed it was after midnight. She got to her feet and started down the hall when she saw Tabitha coming her way.

"He in there?" asked Tabitha.

"No," said Anastasia.

"Figures," said Tabitha.

They walked together for a while in silence.

"You've known Marcus for a while right?" asked Tabitha.

"Since before Kindergarten," said Anastasia.

"Has he seemed different recently?"

Anastasia chuckled, "very."

"How so?"

"Well for starters he got tall, strong, handsome," said Anastasia drifting off but returning to the question, "he always seemed like a hopeless romantic."

"He seemed like he wasn't comfortable with himself when I first met him," said Tabitha, "that's why I ask."

They walked in more silence, his change had seemed rather sudden. Then she thought of a question she didn't want the answer to.

"Have you and Mark?"

"Kissed? Dated? Fucked?" asked Tabitha, "no on all counts."

Well that made Anastasia feel a little better.

"See you," said Tabitha as they got to Anastasia's room, "if you see Marcus, tell him I was looking for him."

"I will," said Anastasia.

She went to open the door but there was a thud. Looking around Tabitha was nowhere to be found but there was a thick, expensive looking book sitting on the ground. Anastasia brought it inside and looked it over, no name, author, anything on the outside. There was a black post-it sticking out so she opened to the page.

"Incubus," the page was titled, she started to read.

***

Josie walked up the stairs of her dorm, she felt alive, like everything was buzzing with possibilities. She opened the door and immediately remembered why she'd spent the day in town when she saw Wei and Lily sitting waiting for her.

"Ugh," she groaned as she dropped her bags.

"Josie we are so sorry," said Lily, "I can't believe I was so careless."

"It's fine," said Josie, not really forgiving her but also not wanting to do this.

"We feel terrible," said Lily, "it will never happen again."

"I know it won't," said Josie, "I won't put myself in that position again."

"If you tell me who it was we can file a report with campus security," said Lily trying to meet her eyes.

"Drop it," snapped Josie, "you two fucked up, I handled it."

Lily looked cowed and sat back on her bed.

"What about you?" Josie said to Wei, "Lily's doing all the talking."

Wei didn't say anything so Josie started grabbing her shower supplies.

"Your hair looks good," offered Lily.

"You're damn right it does," said Josie as she left.

***

Marcus sat bolt upright, everything was burning, the room was dark, the sky outside was dark. He stumbled for pants and burst out into the hallway. Again? Already? He thought, not Jess, she was already a single mom with a kid in college. Not Stasi, fucking god please not Stasi. He got to the stairwell but didn't make it far, the familiar sensation overtook him and he screamed. When it had passed he looked around, the wall next to him was scorched but otherwise nothing too crazy.

"That's two " said Daemon.

Who was it?

"Do you really want to know?" asked Daemon.

Yes, no, god not Stasi.

"It was the MILF," said Daemon.

Marcus sat on the steps and put his head in his hands. How was he supposed to go back in there, look at her, talk to her? Daemon didn't offer him anything else so he got up and walked back to the room. He laid in the bed staring at the ceiling as Jess slept next to him. Fuck.