I Just Can't Stop Loving You (18 page)

All of a sudden, the dancer looked his way and Takumijo lifted his glass in a salute. He was rewarded with a devastating smile.
Score
. Takumijo smirked. The only other person he knew who could draw attention like her was Shaundra. Some people had it and others wished they did.

The music ended and the dancer walked over to the booth and slid into the other side.

“Would you like a drink?” Takumijo asked.

A gentle nod of the head sent the long black hair sailing into the dancer’s eyes. “Yes. Champagne.”

Takumijo trembled at the sound of the deep, sultry voice. He smiled. “Good choice.” He signaled for a waiter. The young man arrived promptly. “A bottle of champagne and two glasses.” Takumijo polished off his drink. The waiter left and returned several minutes later with their order. “What is your name?”

“Terrie Jones.”

Takumijo popped the cork and filled the two glasses. “American?”

Terrie nodded. “Half. My father was stationed here when he met my mother. They gave me an American name since I grew up in the United States.”

Takumijo moved his eyes to gaze over Terrie’s oval-shaped face, taking in the double eyelids, the creamy porcelain skin, and the slim nose.

Terrie met his gaze and made Takumijo’s groin area flutter. “Oh, you have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.” What were the chances of finding another blue-eyed Japanese in the vicinity? And the resemblance was uncanny. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that Terrie was Ichiro’s younger sibling. “Are you a student?”

Terrie nodded. “I also work part-time as a makeup artist for a local television station.”

“Oh, which one?” Takumijo asked, amazed he was actually having a conversation with this delightful creature. Normally, they would be out of the club and on their way to a love hotel. But for some reason, he didn’t want to rush. He just wanted to savor the view.

Terrie told him the name of the station, but he was too busy gazing into those eyes to hear. “My name is…”

“I know who you are.”

Takumijo raise a curious eyebrow. “Oh, you do?”

Terrie nodded. “You’re an idol. Takumijo.”

“I’m impressed,” Takumijo said, still swept away by Terrie’s devastating smile. “Did you come here alone?”

Terrie nodded, and dark bangs bounced sensually on the forehead. “I like to dance.”

Takumijo slid out of the booth and held his hand out to Terrie. “Then dance with me.”

Terrie looked up, surprised. “You want to dance with me? You’re one of the best dancers in the world.”

Takumijo nodded.

The D. J. had selected a slow number.

Terrie hesitated at first and then slid out of the booth.

Takumijo reached for the small hand and led Terrie to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around Terrie’s shoulders and her arms went around his waist. A soft head pressed against his chest. Takumijo rocked slowly, leading Terrie around the dance floor. An alluring scent of cologne ticked his nose and made his body harden with desire.
What have I found? And how is this night going to end?
The song ended, they walked back to the booth, and continued drinking the champagne and talking. A couple of women tried to get his attention, but Takumijo ignored them. An hour passed, and then two. Takumijo couldn’t get enough of the conversation. Somewhere around midnight, Terrie stopped talking.

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

“Before I answer, have you been with someone like me before?” Takumijo asked.

Terrie nodded. “I’m not a virgin.”

Hmm
. Everything about the situation seemed surreal. A beautiful, sexy creature, his body going all sorts of crazy, and a raging hard-on that begged to be taken care of in the most expeditious way, all made him think he’d stepped into a dream. “Are you a pro?”

Terrie scowled. “No, I don’t sleep with men for money. I just like you. You seem like a real nice person.”

“I’m not nice,” Takumijo said, rising. “But I never turn down a pretty face.” He grabbed the bottle of champagne and led Terrie out the club. “Where’s your car?”

“I don’t have one,” Terrie answered. “I hitched a ride with a friend.”

Young, beautiful, and no car
. It didn’t really pose a problem for him, but it might make their time together shorter. They walked to his car.

“Wow,” Terrie exclaimed. “Is this yours?”

Takumijo nodded. “Can you drive?”

She nodded.

Takumijo tossed his keys to Terrie. “I will kill you if you scratch it.”

She smiled that sexy little smile and climbed into the driver’s seat while Takumijo slid into the passenger seat with the champagne. A trouble message went off in his head. Takumijo chose to ignore it.
Oh well, I can only die once
.

****

They were in each other’s arms before the door to the rented room closed. Takumijo kicked out of his shoes and hopped around on one foot trying to get out of his pants.

Terrie smirked at him and watched, sliding out of the jeans and top, easily revealing the most tantalizing body Takumijo had seen in a while. Terrie had slim legs, pink nipples, and the cutest little butt. Takumijo lay down on the bed and beckoned her with his finger. She smiled at him again and Takumijo’s cock rose.

Terrie approached the bed holding a belt.

His eyes widened. “What’s that far?”

“We’re going to play a little game.”

Takumijo smirked. He outweighed Terrie by a considerable lot and was much taller. How much damage could be done to him? “Okay.”

“Hold out your hands.”

He did so.

Terrie approached the bed and tied Takumijo’s hands together and above his head with the belt. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, crawling on top of the bed and between his legs.

Takumijo’s dick disappeared into Terrie’s mouth before he could utter a sound. “Ooh!” he moaned as her lips made sweet sucking sounds. Gently at first, and then it felt like she was trying to suck him dry. He wanted to run his hands through the dark tresses, but the belt kept him from getting any ideas. “Ooh, ooh,” Takumijo said as his behind lifted from the mattress. Maybe he misunderstood who was in charge. Terrie teased his balls and squeezed hard.

“Am I doing this correctly?” Terrie asked, taking a breather.

“Yes,” Takumijo said quickly, overwhelmed by the soft, warm mouth and baby blue eyes. “If you improve any more on your technique, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Terrie smiled, displaying twin dimples.

“Oh my,” he said. He was a sucker for dimples. “Come here.”

Terrie crawled to the top of the bed and released Takumijo from the belt.

He gathered her into his arms for a kiss. His eyes widened as her tongue darted between his lips and moved around in his mouth hungrily.

“Umm,” Terrie moaned. “You’re the best kisser.”

Takumijo wrapped his arms around the petite young hottie. “I’m an even better lover.” He rolled her over. “Let me show you.” He moved atop her, kissing from her lips down her chin, to her neck and then sucked on a spot near her throat.

Terrie wiggled beneath him. “I’m ticklish.”

Takumijo chuckled deeply. “Let me see how much.” He continued downward, licking Terrie’s body and flicking his tongue over her pert nipples and then her navel.

Terrie continued to giggle.

“Now that I have your attention, let me introduce you to my fingers.” He stuck two into his mouth to wet them. Takumijo found the spot and inserted one finger into her hole.

Terrie gasped. “Your fingers are so big.”

“You’re a little tease,” Takumijo said as he moved the finger in and out.

“Yeah, I know. Ooh!”

He lowered his head, ran a tongue around Terrie’s abdomen, and then tickled the cute little navel to distract Terrie while he inserted a second finger.

She stopped giggling and gasped. “Oh my.”

Takumijo moved his tongue lower.

Terrie gasped as his mouth replaced his fingers.

“You taste so sweet.” He went back down, making love to her with his mouth.

She moaned and thrashed above him as he rotated between his mouth and his fingers. Her hips lifted and Takumijo removed his mouth.

“Not yet. I need to suit up.” He slid off the side of the bed and rummaged through his wallet until he found a rubber. And then he rejoined Terrie on the bed.

“Let me help you with that,” she said, taking the little foil package.

 A couple of seconds later, Takumijo felt the plastic slide over his dick. He shook his head. He’d never met anyone like Terrie. Besides being cute, tasty, and ticklish, she knew just how to please a man. Takumijo took back control of the situation. “On your back and spread ‘em.”

Terrie smiled that alluring smile again and obeyed like a wide-eyed little puppy.

Takumijo lifted Terrie’s hips, found the mark, and then pushed the head of his cock inside.
So tight
.

“Oh,” she gasped. “You’re going to split me.”

He backed out slightly and then advanced. He inched more of his dick inside and then slid out slowly to tease.

Terrie responded with a lusty moan.

That’s all the encouragement Takumijo needed. He reared up, raised Terrie’s hips, and thrust deeply.

Her eyes widened in shock and then settled back into that alluring stare. “More.”

Takumijo was only too willing to oblige. His legs shook after several more minutes of deep thrusting. Normally, he was good for a couple of hours of lovemaking, but Terrie had him fully aroused, throbbing, and about to bust a nut. “I want to take you from behind.”

“I like it that way,” Terrie said, rolling over.

The tantalizing little ass jotted out for his inspection. Takumijo ran one of his hands over both cheeks, admiring the softness. “I’m going to love rocking these,” he said as he ran a finger down the crack of her ass.

She trembled beneath him. “Hurry. I need you deep inside me.”

Takumijo eyed the tiny pink hole again, wishing he had some lubricant so he wouldn’t tear Terrie’s delicate flesh. Spit would work just fine. He lowered his head, sampling the delicate flesh. “Ooh, you taste like a million dollars,” he told his trusting bedmate. Terrie just giggled innocently. The sound went straight to Takumijo’s heart. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

“I trust you,” Terrie replied as Takumijo spread the cheeks. She jumped slightly when the head pushed through.

“I’m sorry,” he said. She was so tiny.

“I’m okay,” Terrie assured him as their bodies moved together.

Takumijo ran his gaze to the back of Terrie’s head, transfixed by all the long black hair as it bounced along her pale shoulders. He reached out to touch it while he rolled his hips. The hair felt like silk. “Arg,” he groaned, trying to stay the orgasm churning in his loins. He fought hard, trying to concentrate on anything that would help him to keep from exploding. But Terrie kept grinding against him, taking him deeper. Takumijo bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud as his dick slipped in and out of the tight little hole.

Terrie rocked back on him, taking more of his cock inside.

“Oh shit,” Takumijo said. He gripped Terrie around the waist and humped harder.

She whimpered but did not stop grinding against Takumijo’s groin. They were both sweating profusely from the passion and both trying to give the other what they needed.

Takumijo kept up the thrusting, losing track of time and not caring. Masaaki would just have to ground him, because there was no way he was going back to the farmhouse anytime soon. Terrie’s ass was just too good not to savor.

They changed positions again, this time with Terrie seated on his lap facing him. “Ooh,” Takumijo moaned as his cock disappeared inside of her. She didn’t help matters by looking at him like he was the only man in the world and kissing him aggressively.

Those long-lashed lids slid back, revealing pools of blue.

Takumijo gulped. He didn’t know how much more of the seduction he could take.

“Kiss me, Takumijo,” she ordered.

He liked to give orders, not take them. But he lowered his face and kissed Terrie deeply while the vixen made love to him. His tongue moved between her lips, tasting, while he kept thrusting.

Terrie shuddered above him. “Tak! Oh! I’m about to come.”

“Me too, darling.” Takumijo continued kissing her as both of them exploded. Time seemed to stand still and then the earth revolved. “Oh shit,” Takumijo uttered. “I think I’m in love.”

A very loud wail woke Satoshi from his sleep. He jumped and was about to bolt from the bed when reality sank it.
One of the babies
. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand. It was four in the morning. He heard the door open and suspected it had to be Ich coming out of Cristal’s room. Footsteps plodded down the hall and then another door opened. “Yup,” he said. Satoshi was about to burrow back beneath the covers when he realized that he needed to get up and get packed. Their plane was scheduled to leave from the airport at eight and there was still so much to do before they flew back to Europe.