James Landis Story Chapter 29

James Landis Story Chapter 29




Ohhh James! Such a wonderful way to wake up! she moaned.

When he made it down to her pelvic bones he was up close and personal with the tattoo she'd had done in her impetuous youth. Was a large set of red lips on the front of her right hip with a long tongue curling down and ended just above her clit. He grinned and began to kiss his way along the tattooed tongue. Angie knew where the tattoo ended so she was trembling in anticipation as he got closer. This time he chose not to tease her but gave her what she wanted.

"FFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!" she cried out as James's tongue stroked across her wet pussy lips. He gently nibbled on her clit with his lips as he slid a finger into her depths. Angie clung to his head and pulled him tighter against herself. "OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!!!" she moaned as he added a second finger and pumped them while sucking on her lower lips, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

James pulled his fingers out and stroked his cock making it slick with her juices. She was very wet this morning and his chin was almost dripping. He quickly wiped his face and hand with the sheets and climbed up the bed until the head of his cock slapped against Angie's clit.

"OH!JAMES" ! YES!"

James drove himself deep into her as he knew she could take him down to the base. When their bodies slapped together Angie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He rocked back and forth making her chirp and moan into the kiss.

"You feel so good so deep inside me!" she said looking into his eyes. He appeared to be a little dreamy eyed and she smiled at seeing his pleasure so clearly on his face.

Then he began to stroke in and out, slowly at first but increasingly faster and stronger until he was pounding her against the springy mattress.

Angie was in heaven. The pleasure was threatening to obliterate her ability to think. She clung to him and panted as her release raced up at her. She felt his muscles begin to clench and tremble indicating he was close as well. Suddenly his hips went to double speed and it was too much.

Angie screamed as her orgasm exploded through her senses and her legs wrapped around his's hips to hold him against her as tightly as she could as her body shook and trembled. He was so fucking deep, filling her with his cum. She loved that feeling!

"Angie! That's so good! You're so incredibly beautiful!" he breathed as his own orgasm washed over his mind. He kissed her hard and she felt herself lifting free of her senses for a moment then every tingle and spark came crashing back to remind her of the bliss she was floating in. She held James's body against her and basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

It took a good ten minutes for her to return to the here and now. James was resting on his side next to her, gazing at her with a sweet smile on his lips.

"What?" she asked looking over at him.

Nothing, I was just lying here thinking how lucky I am to be here with you!

She smiled and he returned it. He leaned over and tenderly kissed her. She felt new sparks firing through her nerves and pulled back with her head spinning.

Oh my god James! You're such a great kisser! she sighed.

"Only because your lips are so amazing to kiss!" he sighed.

She grinned at him and they got out of bed to walk into the large bathroom. The shower would accommodate both of them so they showered together. They didn't make love again but they did share a long, passionate kiss. James washed her hair, massaging her scalp during the rinsing out of the shampoo and conditioner. Toweling dry was an excuse to touch each other's bodies but again they held back. It was enough to just enjoy the intimacy.

They'd had a leisurely breakfast in the room sitting at the little table by the window and Angie had pointed out landmarks they could see.

Once they finished, they went out to visit Rockefeller Centre to see the huge Christmas tree and the ice skating, visited Macy's, took a carriage ride through Central Park, and managed to get in a little shopping in before they had to return to the hotel to get ready for the ceremony.

Angie came back from her memories as the limo pulled up before the red carpet.

James recalled Rose's excitement when they walked up the red carpet at the gala dinner at home. Angie didn't look as excited. He got out the moment they stopped and walked around to open Angie's door. He noticed there was a group of paparazzo behind a security barrier but they looked cold. He helped the lovely blond out of the limo and the flashes started popping. James offered his arm and Angie smiled at him demurely as she walked up the carpet to the door. She handed the doorman a card and they went inside.

After they checked their coats James and Angie walked into the salon and she accepted some champagne. James decided he'd stick with water this evening as he wanted to stay sharp to protect Angie from this Greg guy. He could feel Angie's hand trembling a little on his arm so he stopped and turned to face her.

Troubled eyes looked up into his.

I won't let him near you and if he tries anything stupid trust me that he will regret it. I'm not going to do something stupid like get into a fight with him but I will deal with him. I'm here for you. James said firmly, holding her eyes with his.

Angie visibly relaxed and her smile spread across her lovely lips. James gasped at the sudden flash of her beauty and her eyes twinkled with joy at his look of awe.

"Angie!"

They turned to see Tajo and Lakshmi approaching with two stern looking men following in their wake. James took in their sour expressions and guessed these must be the husbands that chose not to join them the night before.

Rig Saxon was a big man. The drummer was not a tall man but he'd been muscular once. His body was wide and thick and his arms still looked powerful. His receding grey hair was cropped close to his scalp and his mustache and beard looked like it had just recently been groomed into submission. His black rental tux was ill fitting and he pulled at the collar unconsciously. Tajo's red leather dress popped against his wall of black.

Thierry Dumas was the polar opposite of Rig. Tall and almost skeletally thin, the keyboardist had long flowing grey hair to mid-shoulder and a clean shaven face. His hands had strong looking, long fingers which made sense to James considering his choice of instruments. He'd chosen to wear a deep violet intricately patterned silk Nehru jacket with black silk pants to compliment his wife's lovely hot pink sari.

Angie grinned and hugs and kisses were exchanged. He saw both men soften and lighten up as Angie kissed their cheeks. There was obviously some affection for the blond in both men and for a time their animosity towards each other took a back seat.

James shook Thierry's hand and barely managed to get his hand back intact when he shook Rig's. He grinned at the mischievous look on the shorter man's face and scored some points with the drummer.

"What a pathetic group of misfits this is!" boomed a voice from behind them. The group turned and looked at the grinning speaker. Tall, maybe two inches shorter than James, dyed jet black hair to his shoulders on the side but tied back in a man bun on the back. Broad shoulders but soft in the middle, his tuxedo looked a little rumpled like it had just been carelessly and quickly pulled on. The collar was open and there was a streak of pink against the white.

James noticed the woman standing behind him. Her eyes looked a little glassy and her face was flushed. Her lovely violet and black striped dress was crisp and tidy and her dark plum lipstick didn't match the pink on the collar.

Hey Greg, Rig said without much enthusiasm.

"Hello Jillian." Angie said, ignoring Greg.

"Hey! Where's the love? Where's my hug and kiss, Angie?" Greg's voice was a little too loud for the space and eyes were turning in their direction. Greg surged towards Angie with a leering grin on his cruel lips.

James felt Angie's fingers dig into his right arm as his left came up and planted his palm on Greg's chest with the force of a battering ram. Greg staggered back and looked incredulously at James. His rage built quickly.

Who the fuck are you to touch me?" he bellowed.

Angie doesn't wish to 'hug' or 'kiss' by you. You will keep your distance tonight. James said calmly looking the man in the eye. He could smell the booze on Greg's breath. That wasn't a good sign.

Jillian gripped Greg's arm to pull him back. Greg yanked his arm away from her. Let go of me you stupid cunt! The woman shrank back from him. He turned to look at James. "This isn't over junior. I'll be seeing you around." Greg leered once more at Angie and headed for the bar at the far side of the salon. Jillian immediately followed him into the crowd.

"He's such a prick." Rig grunted.

"Then why the FUCK didn't you say that to his face and move to protect Angie yourself?" Tajo growled. Rig looked at her in surprise then a guilty look flashed over his face. He glanced at Thierry who also looked guilty. Both looked away. I thought so, all words and no action." Tajo stormed off with Lakshmi and Angie in tow towards the bar at the opposite end of the salon. This left James with the two men.

There was an uncomfortable silence, James needed help understanding if he was going to protect Angie. He looked at the two men. "If you don't mind, could you tell me why Greg is so fixated on Angie?" James asked. Their guilty looks just got worse. It was Thierry who finally managed to break past that.

Greg and Danny were rivals for Angie when the group was just starting out. We were all so young and stupid then. Greg brought Angie to a party and Danny wooed her right out of his hands. It was love at first sight for Danny. For Greg, she was just another conquest. Angie picked that up pretty quickly so Danny won but Greg holds grudges. He said he would have her. We became famous, we let it all go to our heads and we got into the drug scene pretty bad. It was years after that first party on a night Danny was out of town and we decided to have a little fun. Rig and I were the ones who convinced Angie to join us. Truth is, we all loved Angie as she was the heart of the band. Danny was the brains but Angie kept us all together." Thierry paused and Rig struggled to swallow.

Greg spiked our drugs, the ladies worse than us. He raped Angie while she was unconscious. We did nothing as we were stoned as well but we saw it and did nothing. He threatened to do it to our wives if we said anything. I've never been so ashamed of myself but Greg scares the piss out of me. Always has. He's dangerous in that 'I don't give a shit' psychopathic way. Scary as fuck! He's also a mean drunk and he never gives up. He wasn't satisfied with his conquest as she wasn't conscious but Danny never forgave him or gave him another chance at her. He was the only one who protected her. The band broke up after that.

James was stunned. The strength it must have taken for Angie to come here and face him... She's incredible! He immediately left to be at her side. Greg would not get near her again.

Thierry shared a look with Rig. She's shown more strength than either of us.

Rig nodded. The shame had become too much to carry any longer. We need to apologize, about everything to Angie and our wives.

Thierry nodded and the two men followed James into the crowd.

Greg slammed back his drink and watched the two cowards follow the big kid towards the other end of the salon. He followed at a distance knowing the annoying little bitch was still behind him. Why he'd married her eluded his mind. Nag nag nag. At least she stayed out of his way when he wanted to have a little fun like that young server he'd fucked in the storage room.

They'd made it all the way up to the bar area and there was his target. God damn it if she didn't look even more beautiful than she had when he'd fucked her. He wanted to fuck her again but this time she'd be looking up into his eyes and calling his name as he blew his load into her and choked her out. Tajo and Lakshmi looked pretty good too but Angie... fuck she was a sweet piece.




By nutbuster