She's so pretty he can't resist!

Aden spends most of the remaining morning settled inside the suite of rooms, watching Tommy's reactions. It's obvious she's never been in any place this nice; it takes over an hour for her to wander through all the rooms, checking each one out and cooing appreciatively at each trinket and decoration. A part of him wishes he could feel what she's feeling, but he's long past esthetics meaning much. At one point, Andre arrives to let them know the credit line is ready and a taxi is on standby to take Tommy out shopping; that brings things crashing back to Earth for the young crossdresser. As a clerk wheels in their lunch, Aden can tell she's got questions.

Tommy is sitting quietly, a slightly dazed expression on her face, gazing at all the plates on the delivery cart. "Lots of food for just two people," she observes, nervously.

"Rich people consume more than they can use," he explains, more of his self-disgust coming out in the answer than he probably wants. He can see she's caught it, too, but she files that away for some other time. "Andre has exceptional taste, so I'm sure you'll be able to find something you like in there."

"I like trying new things," she replies, and begins lifting various covers off trays. There are a few gasps of excitement, and a few giggles as she finds things she doesn't want. Finally, after opening every offering, she's created a mish-mash open-faced sandwhich with roasted potatoes and veggies, and she tucks in with gusto. It's the first non-feminine thing she's done in front of him, shovelling food in as fast as she can, as if he might take it away from her. Some form of prior neglect, the clinical part of his brain tells him. He sits across from her at the table, watching her silently. He takes in the lithe movements, the comfortable grace of her hands and body. She catches him staring, and smiles at him as a pretty blush rises on her cheeks.

"Isn't there something you wanted to eat?" she asks him, vamping it up and cocking her head to the side, part-enticing, part self-aware parody.

"Maybe later," he answers. "Eat as much as you want, and then you can go get yourself whatever you think you'll need for a trip."

"Where are we going?"

"Upstate, to visit an old friend of mine." He gestures toward the suite balcony. "Should be about the same weather as it is out there."

"Got it," she smiles. After a few more minutes, she pushes the plate back, and leans back in her seat, eyes narrowing as she inspects him. "So..."

He knows this moment was going to come, but his gut still clenches up as she works up the courage and the right angle to get the answers she wants. "Ask whatever you want. I'll answer if I can."

Tommy chews on the corner of her lip, then seems to make a decision. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asks, her gaze intense.

He shrugs. "To be honest, I don't know." He pauses, considering his own behavior. Why exactly has he allowed this girl so close so fast? Is he actually that **** for human contact? Are the shrinks correct? Before he can come up with anything else, she plunges ahead.

"What are you looking to get out of me?" The question is as close to asking him what she's required to do for him as she can get. He knows what she's thinking. You're a creepy old guy with a seriously fucked-up face, and you're buying your way into my ass. Once you're done, you'll dump me back where I came from. He decides to cut that conversation short.

"Tommy, I don't want anything from you at all," he lies, knowing he does want her, worse than he's wanted anything else. "You are free to take the cash and leave after you're done shopping. I-"

"Stop," she whispers, reaching across the table and touching his wrist. He's shocked to realize he's shaking. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere."

He resists the sudden urge to thank her. They sit there for a moment, quiet again, and then she shakes herself, as if waking up from a deep sleep. "I better get my shopping done."

She's gone from the suite for almost three hours, and when she finally comes back, he's sitting on the sofa, the wide-screen tv on, some old movie channel playing black and white films. Tommy's only carrying a few bags, not more than a few outfits, and he wonders if she's trying not to spend too much of his money. He wonders why she came back at all; she's got enough street in her that she must have considered doing a runner. She could max out the credit line with expensive goodies, fence them off, and make a tidy profit.

Tommy breezes past him toward the bedroom, quickly closing the door behind her. For a while, there are rustling and clicking noises, Tommy going through her bags and unpacking, trying things on. When it gets quiet, the door opens slowly, and he hears her come out into the hallway, her steps nervous and unsure. She's got a tight pair of cutoff jeans, highlighting her tight little ass and svelte hips. Her top is a lacy pink, too big for her body, the sleeves coming down past her hands; it hides her lack of breasts while accentuating her swan-like neck and innocent face. Immediately, he hardens again, feeling the hunger as he watches her hesitate before moving slowly to him on the couch. "Do you- like it?" she whispers as she slides onto the seat next to him.

"You're beautiful," he breathes, and she looks down at her feet, then sideways to the tent of his cock inside his pants. She looks up at him then, smiling, her cheeks now blazing red.

"Yah, I guess you do," she murmurs, again licking her lips. She's only a few inches from him now, a few inches from the point of no return. Her smell is there again, and she brushes her hair back from the side of her face. He sees the slight swell of her split lip, almost faded, and he reaches up to her face. She turns her head, and he thinks she's going to flinch away from him, but instead she places her cheek in his hand, her hand over his, cuddling his palm in the most intimate and **** way he's ever seen. He leans in, and her eyes are locked on his, a mix of desire, curiousity, expectation. He kisses her, tasting her lip balm, feels her respond, her mouth hungry.

It's been so long he's not sure he can control himself, as their kiss extends. A soft moan escapes her lips as he finally breaks the kiss, and she is leaning into him, the small bulge in her shorts showing how much she's into it. His hand slides from her cheek to her hair as he pulls her close again, kissing her throat this time. He feels her hands, small and quick, sliding up under the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, running her hands across his tight abs, and her tongue enters his mouth, frenching him, her face hot, her eyes bright. He puts his other arm around her and lifts her bodily up into his lap, dropping that gorgeous ass to rub against his stiffness. Tommy grinds down onto him, kissing him harder and harder, her breath fast. She's got his shirt up high enough that she can lean in, and her lips circle around his nipple, her tongue flicking it, suckling on him. His hand tightens in her hair, and his other hand skids down her back as he slips his free hand down into the back of her shorts. Her skin is almost softer than the silk panties she's wearing, her ass cheek just firm enough to be perfect.

She sits up long enough to haul his shirt off over his head, then runs her hands back down his chest toward his belt. His hard-on is pressed against her bottom, and each time she moves against him, shocks of pleasure shoot through him. Tommy hurries to unbuckle his belt, combining a virginal awkwardness with a wanton neediness. Then she's got her hand into his underwear, and grips his cock, feeling it throb and pulse. Tommy moans again, her mouth back on his, and then he's pulled free from his pants and she slides to the floor in front of him, lowering those perfect lips to the head of his cock. Nick groans as she slurps him, her hand sliding down his spit-soaked shaft to stroke him tightly, coaxing him. He starts to pull his hand away from her head, but she grabs it and places it back on the back of her head, giving him total control of her sucking. He's barely aware of her own grunts of pleasure, and if she's faking her enjoyment then she deserves an Oscar. Her sucking is becoming insistent, her lips sliding up and down him, the ridge of his cock head brushing against the back of her throat as she takes him all the way down.

It's too much, and he growls in shock and awe as he feels his cum boil up and out, spurting into her hungrily sucking mouth, blasting his load straight down her throat. She works him through his orgasm, pumping him with her hand as she teases his balls. She takes every drop of him without stopping, nursing on his dick like a starving girl. He shudders and lets out an involuntary cry of pleasure, fighting to catch his breath. His eyes catch hers, so wide and blue, sparkling, so sexy, so willing, and with a roar he suddenly explodes again, firing another barrage of cum into her hot throat. Even then, she doesn't stop, tugging at his still-hard cock and sucking him down until he's finished. His hand is tight in her hair, and he realizes he's crying.

Tommy realizes it, too, and she takes her mouth from his rod and continues to look up at him, smiling like the cat that caught the canary. He tries to apologize for coming so fast, but she covers his lips with her fingers, sliding back up from the floor. "Musta been a while, huh?" she chirps, wiping the tears from his cheek as she stands in front of him, starting to adjust her cut-offs. Her own cock is straining against the zipper, and he cups her ass and drags her toward him.

She freezes as he tugs at her clothing. "Ummm, it's okay if I just do you," she offers, expecting him to balk at touching her. By way of an answer, he pulls her shorts down, panties (pink, of course) sliding to her ankles. Her cock is hard as a rock, pre-cum glistening on the tip, and he looks up at her, this time meeting her eyes.

"I won't be nearly as good at this as you are, babe," he apologizes, before sliding his tongue along the bottom of her shaft. She whimpers at his touch, and trembles as he begins to coax her closer, circling the tip of her hardness, tasting her sweet and salty tang as he takes her length into his mouth. She's standing in front of him, her hands on his shoulders, making the most awesome little gasps and moans of pleasure. He has no difficulty handling her entire length; each time he pulls back from her Tommy's hips shiver and thrust forward again. She's fucking his mouth, building just as quickly as he did, and it's only a few moments before she stiffens.

"Oh, Nicki," she moans, and comes, three hot spurts into his mouth, her legs buckling as she cries out in bliss. He supports her weight, pulling her back into his lap, where his now-recovered cock nestles against the warm smooth curve of her ass. Her head falls onto his shoulder, and he feels the moisture of her tears this time. He kisses her neck, then moves toward her mouth. Again, there's a moment of fear for her. "I still taste like you," she reminds him.

He pulls her even closer. "And I still taste like you," he answers, and locks his lips with hers. Their tongues push together, seeking out each other, sharing the taste of their mingled loads. Her hand finds its way back to his cock, and she uses his own cum, still dripping from the head of his cock, as lube. Without any other words, she spins in place, pressing back against him, guiding the head of his cock to her tight bottom.

"Oh, my GOD," she breathes in pure bliss as his hardness slides past her asshole with hardly any resistance. She pushes down hard and fast, burying him in her tightness and heat. She does the work, bucking back against him, setting a steady rythym, taking him deep into her ass, grinding down, fucking herself with his erection. His hands are on her hips, pulling at her, holding her down on his cock, the two of them gasping and grunting as they fuck. He feels the monster growling in the back of his head, primal, taking this beautiful creature again and again.

Since they've both cum once already, this time is longer, slower, building toward climax. Each thrust is drawing happy little moans from Tommy, each time she bottoms out and squeezes him inside her pulling groans from her as well. Without warning, he clutches her tight and spins them around so that she's over the back of the couch, her ass pushing back against him doggy-style. Now he's taking charge, fucking into her harder and faster, his hand curling into her hair and pulling her back against him. She's squealing now, each time he pounds into her bringing her closer and closer. Her cock is dribbling pre-cum onto the couch cushion, her hips quivering, her hand rising to her mouth as she bites her knuckles, trying to quiet herself and failing totally. He's got her edging closer and closer now, and she begins crying out his name, over and over, begging him to fuck her, to claim her, to fill her ass with his cum. He's shoving so far into her his balls are slapping against her wriggling ass cheeks, and then she's gone, her cum spurting out of her and spattering beneath her as she screams in release. The image of her, the sound, the tight heat of her ass, drives him over the edge as well, and he goes all the way back into her, grunting as he explodes inside her, jetting his load up into her.

They collapse sideways onto the couch, his cock still inside her, her breathing coming in happy little gasps. Their hearts are hammering in their chests, and he can feel her heat, her ass cheeks wet with sweat and his cum as she snuggles back into him. He strokes her hair, kissing the back of her neck and shoulder. She curls her arms around her chest and pulls his arm over her, cuddling back into him contentedly. "That was lovely, Nicki," she whispers. "Thank you."

He laughs. "I should be thanking you. Not very many girls take a second look at me."

"Scars don't make you ugly, Nicki," she says. "You look dangerous. Some girls think that's sexy."

"Are you one of those girls?" he jokes, rubbing her ass and squeezing her tight.

"Let me catch my breath and you'll find out, lover," she answers, moving her ass just enough to reseat him deeper inside her.