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Chapter Fifty-Three
The three men sat in a comparative silence, watching what was being said and done on the tape.
Luke's had was fisted close to his mouth, he needed it there to stop to overwhelming desire for it form a thoughtless O. The boy or man on the video was his son, but there wasn't a single thing he could classify as being the person who was on the tape. They looked the same, but the hostility in his voice and the animal magnitude that radiated off of him, was nothing short of a complete stranger.
Luke had seen angry before, but this was above and beyond all of that. He couldn't stop the quickly inhalation of breath either when he heard his son threaten Elizabeth. He had thought of her as a daughter for many years, and what he saw his son doing and saying caused a despicable disgust rise within. He could now understand why Jason had punched him, he had deserved it and so much more.
Nikolas sat quietly beside him, he too was shocked at the person who displayed himself on the screen. Even now when he was alone in the room, he spouted lunatic thoughts and murderous intentions. It hurt to see the raw magnitude of his brother's pain and anger, he to had seen Lucky pretty low, especially during and after the drugs, but he had never seen him sink this low. The venomous words spewing from his mouth about Elizabeth and what he wanted to do to her and her children, were forever engraved on his mind, he would never be able to forget the hate or calculation with which his brother spoke.
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Jason held her firmly in his lap, since entering the car he hadn't let her move so much as an inch. Her all-consuming fire and desire scorching his skin and soul, driving him to a point of no return.
She had tried to sit beside him, but he held her firmly, searching her eyes for some answer, but even he wasn't sure the question, all he could think about was stripping her of every article of clothing and showing her just what she did to him.
His arousal was dominantly declaring its presence, and she couldn't miss the sharp, deep breath that she pulled from him as she wiggled on his lap, intentionally teasing him. For his mere presence liquefied any pretense of a challenge, all she wanted and all she could think about was being surround by his demanding heat, feeling the fullness of him as he sank into her without inhibition.
Their love making had always been tender and passionate, but tonight something else raged just below her consciousness, she needed him with a desperate aching, she wanted to feel him possess her entirely. She wanted the soft touches but she also wanted the pure animalistic quality of his entire being taking control of her, she wanted the world to disappear, for the night at least, she wanted nothing more than to be one with Jason, where their bodies joined and fused, where you couldn't tell where he began and she ended.
It was a primal need she had never experienced and it scared her slightly, but it also alit something so inane that she couldn't describe it, so instead of using words that could be stopped or misinterpreted, she used her body, it never failed her when she needed to convey something to Jason.
Jason couldn't say what exactly had changed in Elizabeth, but she was literally vibrating in his hands, his arousal and his state of mind was unable to grasp what was happening, but her insistent hands as she removed his coat, clued him into the fact that they weren't going to make it to the hotel.
Her body felt aflame, here sexual prowess took hold of her, leaving her in an over stimulated state. Her glassy eyes, eyed Jason's dress shirt, but impatience dictated how it was going to removed. With a quickness of hand, her fingers found the two parts, she worked her hands a little tighter and then without thought, pulled abruptly apart, buttons bounced everywhere, but as soon as his skin was visible, her mouth descended, burning trails wherever her lips touched his skin.
Jason's head fell back, unaccustomed to this side of his wife. It was erotic and powerful in it's simplicity. There was a hunger in her and he held the only thing that could sate her. He wanted so much to take control, but he knew it wasn't his time, she was in control, something he would have to remember, he liked this side of her.
Her fingers glided every which way, pausing to draw nonsensical designs on his inflamed skin, a breathy hungry moan expelled from deep within him, it did nothing to alleviate her desperation to feel all of him, in fact, it looked like it caused her desire to burn with even more heat.
He tried to say something, anything, but his brain shut down when her lips playfully, yet forcefully slipped over his nipples, first one then the other, her hand taking up the absence when her mouth was busy elsewhere.
His skin was ablaze, he had never felt anything like this, no woman held the power to so fully divorce him of his senses, but Elizabeth wasn't only demanding control, she was relishing in the freedom of her passion.
She wasted not a moment, she couldn't get the material off of her skin fast enough, so she employed her vocal cords for a moment. "Jason, unzip me, NOW."
He obliged her, there was nothing he could do to stop her, not that the thought even crossed his mind, his own unquenchable desire to be seated within her satiny heat was testing his sanity, but he knew she wasn't ready for that yet, she was on a mission. And he was anything but stupid, he had no will to try and stop her, because he had never felt this, ever.
She quickly pulled the offending dress off, but in order to do so, she had to break contact, it was like a physical ache buried deep within, shot through her at the separation. Her longing radiated off of her, demanding she hurry, she needed to be near him, touching him.
He had never seen anyone strip so quickly or without pretense, one moment she was fully clothed, the next, her nakedness was once again on his lap, her ministrations picked up from the moment before.
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Max pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. It had already been a long night, the only thing he was thinking about was getting home and going to bed. Without thinking about it, he pushed the button to lower the glass. It never crossed his mind that anything would be going on, perhaps that was why he never got higher in the business, he was to dense.
"Boss?" Max said slowly, his eyes going wide at the sight before him, against his will, his eyes traveled her form. He tried to pull his gaze away, but something held him where he was.
"Drive, and get your eyes back in your head." Jason said, flicking the button to close the divider. He would deal with Max tomorrow, right now, all conscious thought was gone. If Max would have waited a few more moments, he was sure he would not have even noticed the voyeur-like quality that had Max riveted to his wife.
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Her supple body danced on his, bouncing and pushing and pulling. His hands tried to keep up with her, dying for a simple touch of her flesh. His hands delved into her hair, trying to bring her lips to his. But her quick movement down his body had him gulping for air.
She had quickly made short work of his zipper, but she didn't try to remove his pants, her lips sank to the material and the hardness encased within, her lips even through the material were blazing with heat, her hot breath sent electric charges through his system.
He wasn't sure how much more of her torturous teasing he could take. His head felt like jell-o. Her fingernail scraped down the smooth material of his pants, but his desire thrummed and jumped at her contact.
Before, she had always been a willing participant, but he had never seen this side of her, he hadn't a clue that this side even existed, and that alone sent another shiver through his body.
The moisture from her mouth, through the material finally ripped all sense from his mind. In his haste he roughly grabbed her arms, pulling her up his body, he needed more contact, more of something. She didn't fight him, when she willing stilled on his lap, her obvious desire fueled his next moves, he could feel her heat and wetness through his pants, but it was to much, he wanted all of her, with no constricting clothes to get in his way.
He was taken aback when her full lips latched on to his, banishing all previous thoughts. She made love to him with her mouth, drawing every feeling, every emotion from deep within, he was lost to her passion, held in the throes of their mingling desire.
She mewled with dissatisfaction when his lips parted from hers, but his lips didn't move far, they slid over her cheek to her ear, and with a breathy moan, nibbled and nipped at the sensitive flesh, knowing how it turned her on. His lips found the satiny flesh of her neck, he lost himself in his pursuit to cause her even a small measure of the raging need that burned and flamed within.
"Please." Elizabeth begged, pulling back only slightly so she could look into his eyes.
"Please what?" Jason asked, taking a momentary delight in knowing he effected her as much as she effected him.
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Max was breathless, he felt like he had just seen the most intimate thing he would ever see. Even if he were with a woman, he didn't think he would ever really get the image that burned behind his eyes out of his head.
The smallness of Elizabeth only compacted her beauty. You could see the vibrant life that hummed just below the surface of her glowing skin, it was awe inspiring, but the ivory hue of her skin mixed with the glow from the cars lights, cast her as a goddess.
Max shook his head, he was suppose to be driving, concentrating on the road ahead. But the image of her kept blindsiding him, just when he thought she was done with the painful image of her nakedness, it flashed back to the forefront, causing an unabashed groan to slip from between his lips.
He had to stop this, she was his boss's wife, he mentally chastised himself for his stupidity, finally paying attention to what he was suppose to do, he let the image go. Perhaps it would never go very far, he just wished there was someone who could do to him, what she was so obviously doing to Jason. That thought alone brought another desperate groan from deep inside him.
He opened the window and turned up the music, he couldn't stand the sounds of their passion any longer. Mentally shaking himself, he stared at the road, not exactly sure where he was going, he just drove.
If tomorrow came with his sanity still in check, then he could try to explain to his boss that he didn't know what he was thinking, he just didn't want to risk seeing her like that again, but that was exactly what he wanted, it was just something that he had to control, because it would never happen again. And a part of him hated that reality, because for one moment, he wanted to throw Jason from the car and claim her as his, but his self control and his persistence to draw breath overrode any animalistic desires that his overheated body demanded. So he drove, and before he knew it, they were out of Port Charles and going somewhere, but no where.
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