So I kept my end of the bargain in the bed with Bobby. I was decent. Kept my hands to myself for the most part, at least in the beginning of the night. Somewhere around 1AM, Bobby had a nightmare. He couldn't remember the contents of it. All I know is that he started to thrash around. He was positioned behind me, so I turned and started to whisper his name.
"Bobby….. Bobby, wake up. It's me Alex. It's Eames, Bobby." I shook his shoulder gently. The thrashing stopped and Bobby appeared to still be asleep. I stayed facing him and dipped my head into the pillow to resume sleep, when I heard him speak.
"Alex….you think we're doing the right thing…..with Declan? I just can't believe it….Why?" His voice was cracking as he was questioning me about the motives of his former mentor.
"I don't know why Bobby, but I suppose we'll find out tomorrow." I touched his face and looked into his deep brown eyes. "Now go back to sleep."
But he didn't.
He continued to stare at me and his arm which was draped around my mid-section in a very non-seductive manner, started to snake downward. Before I could say a word, I felt Bobby caressing my backside. His other hand, which was beneath him, wound out from under him. With that hand, he began to trace circles on my bare midriff with his finger.
"Bobby….." I was whining now. "I thought we were going with a "hands off" policy this evening?"
His hand tracing the circles started creeping higher, tracing the undersides of my breasts. I was rendered pretty much speechless.
"Maybe I don't wanna keep my hands to myself." Bobby murmured and cupped my ass.
There was something about Bobby, in the dark of night, in my apartment, in my bed. The peace he must have found there. It was a temporary sanctuary from his currant daytime hell.
And I was more than happy to provide…..
Our kisses were practically suffocating. Our clothes quickly shed. I sunk below the covers to pull off Bobby's sweat pants and boxers. I still figured I owed Bobby Goren a good turn. As much as I wanted to make love to him in the traditional sense. Something in my subconscious, with a voice that sounded like Bobby's, told me to wait. Wait until after this insanity with Declan and Wallace and Frank was over.
I gently pushed Bobby's chest with my palm, signaling for him to lay on his back. When he realized what I had in mind he put up a feeble protest.
"Ummm…. Eam…Alex, you don't have to do…Oh my god!"
I silenced his protest by running my tongue across his shaft. It had been years…. Well, it actually had been since Joe, that I even really entertained the thought of giving a man oral sex, yet alone completing the act. I mean I thought about this with Bobby. There were times I fantasized about it. And now it seemed so surreal as his thighs quivered beneath my hands. I reached under him, cupping his ass and caressing his balls, while I continued to work wonders with my mouth.
Kind of like riding a bike, I guess. You really don't forget.
"Oh god Alex…. I'm gonna come very soon if you don't stop." Bobby was sufficiently breathless. I liked the sound of it.
I stopped tonguing the head of his cock long enough to stare up at him, all innocence and virtue.
"Then I won't stop."
I made my voice as matter of fact as I could. Bobby's sighed and sank his head back into the pillow and I continued by pleasure assault. Bobby wasn't lying either. I tried to tease a little more distance out of him, but not more than a minute after his warning he delivered the goods. When I did this with Joe I always thought it was the sexiest thing a woman could do. To take all that her partner could give. And I did just that for Bobby tonight, and it felt a little strange. But it also felt so very right.
Not much in the way of words were exchanged after I finished. Bobby scooped me up, so I was face to face with him. He whispered a few thank you's in my ear. He was just so tired. The last words he said as he faded into a blissful post coital sleep…
"I love you Alexandra Eames"
