Celia was similarly dressed, though her top was a button-up blouse, and her hair was in a ponytail. The two women smiled broadly when they saw their men sitting at the table. They headed over, moving not quite at a run, but not dawdling either.
Greg closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to keep from panicking. “All right,” he said. “Here we go.”
“Uh ... you’re not going to tell her right here and right now, are you?” Jake asked nervously.
“No,” Greg assured him. “I’ll wait until we’re alone in the suite. Hopefully, there are no sharp or heavy objects in easy reach up there.”
“Hopefully,” Jake agreed.
The two men stood up. A moment later, each had a wife wrapped up in their arms. Jake relished the feel of Laura’s body against his, the touch of her lips on his as she smothered him with kisses. He returned the embrace warmly, feeling Little Jake already starting to wake up and get ready for work. Greg, on the other hand, was noticeably unenthusiastic in returning Celia’s affections. He put his arms around her and gave her a few taps on the back. He returned her kisses in a perfunctory manner, without any real affection.
Celia picked up on this quite easily. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Of course,” he said. “Extremely happy. Ecstatic. It’s just ... uh ... been kind of a long day. You know ... the flight and all.”
She raised her brows a bit. “Oh yes,” she said. “That torturous trek from Los Angeles to El Paso in a first-class seat. I’ve heard horror stories about it.”
Greg flushed a little. “Well ... you know ... I had to get up at six o’clock in the morning to get to the airport on time. The time zone change, you know.”
“I see,” she said carefully. She then seemed to shake it off. “Well, anyway, I’m glad to see you.” She gave him one last, lingering kiss on the lips. “Very glad, if you know what I mean.”
“Uh ... yeah,” he said. “I know what you mean.”
They broke the embrace. Jake and Laura were still entwined in theirs, Laura whispering in his ear. “I took a long shower this morning ... and made sure I shaved everything that needed to be shaved.”
“Nice,” Jake whispered back.
“And I have a story to tell you ... a story about a certain friend I made last week.”
“I can’t wait to hear it,” he assured her, hoping that the coming hammer-blow from Greg and Celia would not fall prior to he and Laura finishing their business.
“Should we ... uh ... go to our rooms now?” Greg asked when Jake and Laura finally broke apart.
“Hell no,” Celia said. “I want a drink first. This is an extended travel day; the first one we’ve had in two weeks! No autograph sessions to go to! No radio station interviews! No sound checks to do! I want to get hammered.” She looked at Greg with a gleam in her eyes. “In more than one manner.”
“Me too!” Laura said, sitting down at one of the chairs. “Is that a bloody Mary?”
“It is,” he confirmed.
“I want one,” she said. “Maybe even two.”
“That sounds good,” Celia said, grabbing a seat as well. She eyed Greg’s drink. “What’s that you’re drinking?”
“Perrier,” he told her.
“Perrier,” she said, shaking her head a little. “Don’t ever let it be said that you don’t know how to party, hon.”
Jake chuckled a little, but still felt uneasy. Celia was in a very good mood, obviously happy to spend some time with her husband. And he knew that that mood would soon go crashing harshly in the other direction.
They ended up spending an hour in the bar before heading down a floor to their assigned suites. Jake, Laura, and Celia all swilled down three bloody Marys. Greg finally gave in and ordered a scotch, neat, which he sipped from sparingly for a few minutes and then gulped down. He ordered another and did the same. The alcohol did not improve his disposition much, but Celia made no further comments about it.
Laura’s suite was 1603, Celia’s 1601, right next door. As Greg followed his wife into the luxury room, he now felt like the hangman was on duty and ready for action and he himself was climbing up the gallows steps.
Celia tossed her travel bag in the bedroom and then turned to Greg, who was standing in the doorway. She smiled at him in a come-hither manner. He did not return the smile.
“Let’s get reacquainted,” she told him.
He did not step forward. “Uh ... well ... before we do that ... there is ... something I need to tell you.”
“I don’t want to hear it right now,” she said matter-of-factly.
“But it’s important,” Greg said. “And it’s something that you need to know as soon as possible so that ... uh ... we can start figuring out what we’re going to do.”
“It’s bad news,” she said. It was not a question.
“I’m afraid it is,” he confirmed.
She nodded. “I can tell,” she said. “The way you’re acting, the way you have trouble looking at me. I know that whatever you have to say is going to be horrible, and I don’t want to hear it right now.”
“But ... but...”
She walked across the room and stood in front of him, putting her arms around his neck. “Right now,” she said, “I want to get naked and I want you to eat my pussy out and then I want you to fuck me and give me the best fuck you are capable of. After we’re done doing that, then you can tell me your news.”
“Uh ... well ... the fact of the matter is, that I’m not sure I’ll be able to ... you know ... achieve an erection under the circumstances.”
She looked at him pointedly, keeping her arms around his neck. “That bad, huh?”
He nodded. “Yes,” he said, feeling tears forming in his eyes, feeling adrenaline flooding his bloodstream.
She nodded but kept the smile on her face for now. “Well then,” she said. “I guess the only thing to do is try to jump start your little friend.”
“Jump start?”
“It’s a figure of speech,” she whispered.
With that, she took her arms from around his neck and slowly sank to her knees before him. Her fingers went to his belt and opened it. She then unbuttoned his pants and let them drop around his feet. Next, she pulled his underwear down. His little friend, despite the circumstances, was already starting to rise to the occasion. When she put her mouth on it and began to suck gently, it kicked fully into gear. After all, Greg had not been laid in more than a month either.
And so, they performed their act of love. Greg enjoyed it immensely, but he knew that it was very likely the last he would ever have with Celia Valdez.
Meanwhile, in the suite next door, Jake was on his back on the King-sized bed, his shirt still on, his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles, his shoes and socks still on his feet. Laura, naked from the waist down but still wearing her shirt and bra, was impaled on his erection, moving her hips up and down while Jake gripped her by the hips.
“Oh my God, I’ve missed your boner so much,” she panted at him, giving a little grind to increase the pressure on her clitoris.
“And it’s missed you too,” Jake panted back.
They continued to fuck against each other in this position. Jake reached up at one point and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Laura herself then reached behind her, unsnapped her bra, and pulled it off, tossing it down atop the shirt and her pants and panties. She did not so much as break stride during this maneuver. Once it was complete, Jake pulled her body down a little, keeping Little Jake firmly buried inside of her, but angling his head down so he could suck on her nipples.
When he felt his control starting to slip a little—as it tended to do when he had been a long time without real sex—he used his hands to slow Laura’s pace.