JC couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her.
The woman wore her long dark hair in an ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ ponytail on the top of her head. It swung and swayed with each move she made — and since she was dancing, she was moving quite a bit. She reminded him of a gypsy, bare foot and free, inviting male eyes without half-trying.
In a private room off to one side of the club a group of maybe ten women had gathered to dance and drink the night away. His gypsy was among them. It was a very exclusive party with a private waitress and bodyguard. It was almost as if the women were on display — look but do not touch.
And there was much to look at: women of various age, shapes, color, and dancing talent all shaking their collective groove thing. It appeared they didn’t care who watched, they were there to enjoy the music and each other’s company. The fact they had an audience wasn’t a factor.
He liked his gypsy’s style. Her dress was bohemian: flowy, soft-looking fabrics in bright colors and chandelier earrings. She had kicked off her simple sandals. Her body was graceful and enticing without being a blatant advertisement. She wasn’t screaming ‘come and get it’ as some of her friends were.
Francesca had a highly interested audience, her friends pointed out. His blue eyes were intent, as if he had been hypnotized by the swing of her ponytail. She wasn’t usually one to whom men paid attention, not being one who sought to be noticed. She simply danced because she enjoyed the free movement of her body. She didn’t know the choreography from music videos as the others did. She merely danced.
She smiled at the familiar-looking man.
A sweet, genuine smile. That took some of the dangerous allure from JC’s gypsy. Somehow it pleased him to see she wasn’t a man-eater with a knowing ‘gotcha by the crotch’ smile. She was acknowledging him in a more honest manner.
Flagging down a waitress, he request the drink of the gypsy’s choice be delivered with his compliments. He was surprised when a moment later, she saluted him with a bottle of water and mouthed ‘thank you’. Water. All that sex appeal was sober. Sweet, sexy and responsible...
How long was she going to make him wait before she invited him in — or came out of the safety of the private room so they could speak?
At the first notes of ‘Lady Marmalade’, the women took unspoken turns at tantalizing the men to whom they were out of reach. When the gypsy’s turn came around she stepped up on the low table. JC thought he was probably a drooling idiot, watching her outline her curves with her hands. His reply to her mouthed, “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” was “Fuck yeah!” She tilted her head back to laugh.
Enticingly she crooked her finger, inviting him forward. JC didn’t hesitate. She nodded when the bouncer questioned her about allowing him in the room. Immediately his hands went to her waist to lift her down from her perch. To answer her raised eyebrow, he murmured, “You caught yours for the night, gypsy.”
She took his hand and led him to the back of the dark, shallow room. The walls were lined with couch-like seating. The other women closed around them so they were unseen by the rest of the club. Surely she wasn’t going to do him right there!..
“No, silly,” she mocked him. “I have to see if you have a nice kiss first.”
First? And if his kiss passed muster?
With one finger, he tipped her chin up, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was soft and brief.
“That was nice,” she told him.
“I can do better than nice.”
“Please do.”
Taking her hands, he placed them behind his neck. With his arms around her waist, he tucked her close.
“I like it already.” Another one of her killer sweet smiles.
Lowering his mouth over hers, he nibbled and coaxed, his tongue sweeping along her bottom lip until she opened for him. She tasted clean and sweet. No liquor, no smoke, fresh...
“Mmm...” When he lifted his head her eyes were lambent and hazy. She slipped into her sandals and picked up a small straw handbag. “Take me away.”
JC didn’t hesitate. With his arm around her, he led her from the room, then out of back door where a limousine waited.
Francesca hesitated. He did look familiar...
“I know it is overkill,” JC stated. “But since I’m in town for the Challenge...”
Ah, the Challenge for the Children! She’d heard something about a celebrity basketball game to benefit children’s charities. Maybe he was one of the minor celebrities. “As long as this isn’t your regular mode of transportation,” she teased.
“Believe me it isn’t.” At least not any longer.
At the hotel they had to run a gauntlet of females with cameras shouting, “JC!” before they reached the elevators.
Francesca smiled. “I take it your name is JC.”
She didn’t know who he was! JC marveled at her innocence. She hadn’t come to him because of ‘who’ he was. “Lucky guess. What do I call you?”
“What do you want to call me?”
“Gypsy.”
“Gypsy it is.”
Once in his room, JC leaned against the door, watching his companion look around the room.
Again it was overkill. He didn’t need the executive desk or the cushy sitting area — he did however plan to make good use of the king sized bed.
“I love the view,” Francesca commented before she removed three small square packets from her small handbag and set them on the night stand.
Three condoms? Well, yeah, he was up for it...
“This won’t affect your game tomorrow, will it?” she asked saucily.
“Hardly. I suck.” Her husky laugh went directly south of his brain. “Honey, will you take down your hair?”
Without hesitation Francesca reached for the ornate hair clip at the top of her head. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, nearly to her waist. It was shiny and smooth, healthy hair. Her one vanity.
JC sighed with pleasure. With her hair down, his little gypsy was even more beautiful.
“Are you just going to stand at the door all night and look?” she teased as she reached for the covers on the bed and tossed them back.
He moved behind her, pulling her back against him. Burying his face in her silky hair, he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint my gypsy girl,” he murmured.
“I wouldn’t be disappointed exactly...” If he chose to do nothing more, she would be happy. There was just something about him... For a man she’d picked up at a club, he had proven to be more into her as a person than for sex. Romantic... sensual... and self-effacing. That was rare enough in your average male let alone a semi-celebrity!
“Believe it or not, I don’t do this sort of thing much... I mean bring women to my hotel room after a few kisses... I mean not just my hotel but...”
“I get the idea. Believe it or not I’ve never done this before. Pick up a guy, I mean.”
“Then I’m glad I’m the one you chose.” Lifting his head, he brushed the hair from her neck to brush his lips along the sensitive cord along its side.
Francesca shivered delicately at the caress. He was good; she’d give him that. “Guess we should be losing clothes.”
“Let me, Gypsy.” Putting his hands at her waist, JC discovered her wildly patterned skirt was no challenge. Tugging the elastic waistband down, he let it pool on the carpet at her feet. Moving upward, his hands caught the hem of her gauzy blouse and carried it along. She assisted him by raising her arms so he could pull the garment over her head. All that remained was a tiny scrap of red satin thong. “I like a woman who doesn’t wear too much,” he remarked with a smile as his hands cupped her firm, plump breasts. Nice handfuls. He fondled the satiny globes, teasing the rose-brown tips with his thumbs, making her sigh.
Damn! He was good, she thought when his mouth found her vulnerable neck again. He’d hardly kissed her and she was nearly naked in his arms. He needed to bottle some of his seductive charm. He could make millions! “How come the gypsy is the only one nearly naked?”
“Because I got distracted by your gorgeous tits.”
When he stepped away, Francesca turned to assist him. She pushed his pink polo shirt up and off. Mmm... She hadn’t suspected such a muscular chest and broad shoulders in one so lean. Definitely a nice surprise. She couldn’t resist a little exploration.
“Mama...” Soft hands caressed his chest, nipples, and ribs. He was gonna lose it if she didn’t stop. “I think you got distracted.”
“Geeze. A girl can’t have a little fun?”
“I promise I’ll be more fun with my pants off.”
With a girlish giggle, her hands unfastened the cargo pants and shoved them to the floor with his sport shorts. Damn! Those baggy pants had hidden that? He was thick, long, and so fully aroused the purple head was curving toward his flat belly. Now that she couldn’t resist.
JC groaned. She had talented hands. She stroked him just right, nice and firm. She cupped his sac and squeezed them delicately. She knew how to handle a man! Her next words made him crazy.
“I like going down… and I love it done to me...”
“Gypsy—” He’d love to get a taste of her! And if her mouth was half as good as her hands...
“But since I don’t know you...”
His gypsy was talking about safe sex. She was saying she was already risking enough and wasn’t willing to risk more. “I understand, baby. It’s cool.”
“I wish I did know you,” She sat on the edge of the bed. “I have an idea you’d be hella good at it.”
JC grinned down at her. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint my gypsy.” He kicked away his pants and shoes before stretching out in the middle of the big bed. “C’mere, little mama.”
“I ain’t your mama,” she scolded teasingly as she went to his arms.
“My sugar mama — for tonight anyway,” he murmured before he lowered his head to kiss her. Fuck! He was already feeling her loss. She was just a one-night stand, a club fuck, but she could easily get under his skin...
They took turns leading the kiss. Lingering exploration. Hot duels of tongue and lips. Nips. Sucks. Licks. They were both panting hard when their mouths ripped apart.
“You got one talented mouth, too,” JC answered on a harsh breath.
Francesca gave him a wicked smile. “What you don’t know, lover.”
And he wanted to know — badly.
She licked at his collarbone. “Any special skills you’d like to share?” she asked, grinning.
He chuckled. She had him throbbing and still made him laugh. She was the talented one. “I don’t think I am anywhere near as talented as you, gypsy.”
Moving a little away from him, she lost the thong and laid back, her arms out to him. “Put a raincoat on you big soldier and dazzle me, JC.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Readily he slipped a condom over his erection and moved between her thighs. She was swollen and open for him. Instead of plunging right in, he teased her, rubbing just the tip of his shaft along her slick petals. He had her whimpering in no time. “Want this, baby?”
“Yesss!…” She was ready to shove him to his back and mount him if he didn’t stop playing around.
Evidently it was enough. He sank into her inch by inch. She was tight and gripped him so good...
“Mmm... I like...” Francesca purred.
“Be prepared to be dazzled.” Instead of merely thrusting, JC added a little rotation to his hips; he was stirring against her little pleasure package as he went in and out. If her sweet little cries were any indication, she was more than ‘liking’ it!
Raising her legs, she wrapped them around his lean flanks, drawing him deeper.
“Mama...” he moaned.
She was about to remind him she was not his mother when he leaned his head down to lick and suck at her nipples with his clever mouth. Just about then she lost all coherent thought. Her arms went about him to hold him close.
Damn! This was no club fuck! He felt connected by more than genitals... “Gypsy...” JC lifted his head to find her mouth.
Francesca made love to his mouth as he rode her up, the urgency of his thrusts increasing. Her body was quivering tight. Her fingernails bit into his back as she splintered apart. She would have cried out his name, instead she moaned into his mouth.
Feeling her come beneath him, JC thrust one... two... three more times before he let himself explode.
They had used her three condoms and two of his before morning came and they fell into an exhausted sleep.
JC woke to an empty bed and a blinking cell phone. He had a text message. When had he?... Gyspsy! Evidently she wanted to leave him a parting word — and the words had him grinning.
“JC, next time you’re in town and want to ‘coucher avec moi’, hit ‘Gypsy’ on your contact list.”
Sure enough there was now one gypsy’s phone number in his cell phone.
He texted her back. “Is tonight too soon?”
Momentarily a reply came. “Hell no! CALL me!”