Kay Scarpetta and Jay Talley

"You look like you could use a friend." Jay Talley's voice suddenly sounded above me.I jumped and gasped.
"I'm sorry," he softly said as he sat next to me. "I didn't mean to startle you."
"What are you doing here?" I asked as thoughts madly clashed, muddy and bloody and slamming into one another like foot soldiers on a battlefield.

"Didn't I tell you we'd look after you?" He unbuttoned his tobacco-colored cashmere overcoat and slipped out a pack of cigarettes from an
inside pocket. He lit one for each of us.

I, Dr Kay Scarpetta, was here in Paris because the Interpol, specifically this man, Jay Talley, had requested me to come here. And I had just met Dr Stvan to fulfill their request. She gave me some valuable information they needed. I was about to pass it along.
"You also said it was too dangerous for any of you to show up here," I said accusatorially. "So I go in and do my dirty work, and here you are, sitting in the damn park right at the Institut's damn front door."
I angrily blew out smoke and got to my feet. I grabbed my briefcase.
"Just what kind of game are you playing with me?" I asked him.
He dipped into another pocket and pulled out a cellular phone.

"I thought you might need a ride," he said. "I'm not playing a game. Let's go."
We walked out to one of the quiet side streets, and minutes later a taxi pulled over. We climbed in and
Talley stared at the briefcase in my lap.
"Yes," I answered his unspoken question.

When we reached my hotel, I took him up to my room, because there was no other place we could talk.
without the risk of being overheard. I tried Marino, and he didn't answer.
"I need to get back to Virginia," I said.
"That's easy enough to arrange," he said. "Whenever you want."

He hung the do not disturb sign outside the door and fastened the burglar chain."First thing in the morning."
Although we met yesterday for the first time, I had caught Jay, as I had come to call him, staring intently at me. He was bedazzled with me as I was with him, though both hadn't made the mistake of admitting it yet. I was 42, and he was just 30. I was 5' 11', he was 6'. But the fact remains that I looked just four or five years older than him.
He took off his overcoat and I couldn't resist from wondering at his hard, young body.

Just to see how resistant he was to me, I took off my coat discreetly as soon as he looked up. Although I pretended I wasn't looking, I heard a stifled exhaling. My breasts were 36D. I was pleased that it wasn't just me who was enamored.
We settled in the sitting area by the window, a small table between us.
We discussed the case for sometime. As we talked, it became clear that I had violated a lot of legal protocols of my country. We argued about it. Nothing violent, just wordplay.
I finally got up and stood looking out of the window.
"You paid for this trip, didn't you, Jay?"
He got up and leaned against the window frame.

"Not some big corporation after this One-Sixty-Fiver cartel," I went on.I looked at him.
"You got Dr. Stvan and me together. You facilitated everything. You set all of it up and paid for it," I said as I became more convinced and my incredulity grew. "You could do that because you're very rich.
Because your family's very rich: That's why you went into law enforcement, isn't it. To get away from being rich. And then you act rich, look rich, anyway."
"Why are you saying all this to me?"

He turned to look at me, and we were so close I could smell his cologne and feel his breath.
"Because I don't want to wake up tomorrow and realize I'm part of some contraire script you've spun in your mind. I don't want to believe I've just broken the law and every oath I've ever sworn to because
you just happen to be a spoiled rich boy whose idea of being contraire is to encourage someone like me to do something so contraire it could ruin my career. What's left of my career. And maybe land me in some fucking French prison."
"I'd come visit you."
"This isn't funny."
"I'm not spoiled, Kay."

I thought of the do not disturb sign, the chained door. I touched his neck and traced the angle of his strong jaw, lingering on the corner of his mouth. I had not felt a man's beard against my skin in more than a year. I reached up with both hands and pushed my fingers through his thick hair. It was warm from the sun, and his eyes were in mine, waiting to see what I might do with him.

I wasn't thinking clearly. It was all hormones and lust. I wanted someone to touch and touch me in turn. Caress my body and give me the thrill I didn't have for more than a year. I wasn't thinking clearly, but then again, I was out of sync. I wanted someone to pull me back to normal, make me feel like a woman again.

I pulled him to me. I kissed and touched him aggressively. Our tongues danced and violated each other. He tasted good. My hands ran up and down his hard, perfect body. I needed the touch, I needed to feel. All of a sudden, my lust was erupting violently.
Jay was taken aback at first. He might've never thought I would attack him this way. I was violent. But then he got hold of things. He kissed me with more aggression. And it was he who got the nude game going. Left to my devices, I would've touched and kissed a long time before getting real cheap and nasty. I was glad he did. My body was dying for some caress.

"God, you're so beautiful," he said into my mouth. "Christ, you've been driving me insane! Sitting there in front of the fucking secretary-general and I'm trying not to stare at your breasts."
Jay tugged at my clothes, fought with them. I wasn't letting go of his mouth. I wasn't making it one bit easier for him. It was as though he had to earn me if he wanted me.

His hands reached for my breasts. They were quite a handful, and I could feel my hard nipples relishing his touch. He touched, he squeezed. I was making it tougher still by kissing even more violently. I felt like a released caged animal. We were breathing hard by now.
Finally Jay let go of the breasts and started undressing me instead. He tore all the buttons of my shirt, just to get to my skin. His hands explored me. My skin welcomed his touch like nobody else's before. I was on fire. The prospect of unplanned, unprotected sex with a much younger man was making me hornier than I ever felt in my life so far. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me.

Finally he tugged at my bra. He wanted my breasts. I wanted him on them as well. The thought of his mouth on my pink nipples drove me wilder still. He tried to undo the bra straps, but I didn't allow him to. I wanted it raw and without limits. I wanted the violence in me to make love to his violence.
He finally broke the bra's hooks. I was exposed.
"You are really aggressive Kay! I've never loved a woman like this before!" Jay broke the lip lock, but I didn't let them go for long. He broke it again to make love to my body.

Gosh! His mouth was all over my breasts! He fed on me as though he had won me. Indeed he had. It then dawned on me that we were doing all that in front of an open window. The thought of being seen making love to a younger man drove me even more insane. Jay was feasting on me. But I managed to pull him to the bedroom. It wasn't going to get any quieter though. I wasn't a screamer, but yeah, I was really moaning at his touch.
"Jay, I want you!" I told him.

He pulled all my clothes away as I did his. The cool air made me hornier still. He touched me and I erupted with moans. I had more experience than him, but even then, a man's touch never felt like this. His age did not do justice to the lover in him.
I jumped on him as soon as he was undressed. My mouth was all over his well sculpted body. I was really mad. I was moaning. His hands soothed me and set me on fire at the same time. They seemed to get stuck on my breasts all the time. I needed them.
I went down on him, relishing every inch of him. He was younger than me, and that thought made me cruelly insane. I fed on him more hungrily than he had fed on me. He moaned.

It was then that I felt something thick slapping against my breasts. I was on his belly, devouring him, and it didn't take me any time to realize it was his hard penis. It was his love for me throbbing in it. I immediately ducked down. It was huge! It was as long as my forearm.I wanted it. I loved it as though it was my god!

"Oh! Kay! Yes!" Jay moaned. I immediately turned around and made it a 69. But his lips on my vagina made me stock still for how long, I don't know! I was electrified! The way he tantalized my vagina! I felt it was for this sexual healing that I was forced to wait a whole year! I was lost in him. He was loving me, my inside! I craved for him to be inside me.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! AAHH! Hmm, Jay! Please, give me more! More!" I moaned louder and louder. His hands were on my breasts again. Even my experience wasn't much for this double assault. I wanted more of it. More and more of it. We were breathing hard from it all. The bedclothes were in very strange disorder from our love's labor.

Suddenly, he turned me around and entered me. In one quick push, he was inside me. It hurt, but I knew the pain would go soon. It would be pleasure I would've never felt soon!
"GGGAAWWWWDDDDDD!" I screamed like I had never before. I forgot it was a hotel. It was just me and Jay.
He penetrated me even more. It was violent, and I screamed. It was as though I came with every push. I felt I did! I was enthralled. I never wanted it to end.

His mouth assaulted me at the same time. He tongue violated me in the same way his penis violated my vagina. I screamed. I screamed for more. It went on for how long, I didn't care. I came very violently. A whole year's sabbatical was over.
I mounted him and rode him. I was yelling by this time.
"Yes! God! Give it to me! More! I need you Jay!" I screamed.

I felt warmth spread in me. A lot of warmth. He had cum in me. It might've been more than half an hour since he tore open my bra! I was energized by this! I felt him throbbing in me as the moaned. I bent down and kissed his mouth, riding him at the same time. I didn't mind that we were having unprotected sex. The thought of making such violent, urgent love to a younger man made me feel it all.

I rode him hard, cumming at least three times. I had never cum like that before. He was still hard as a rock. I could feel it inside me. We were sweating crazily by this time. I lost my grip and I fell on him. His mouth was on my breasts and the impact made him cum again. I loved it. It occurred to me then that I might be falling in love with him. I needed it. He was amazing, the way he loved me right now. Ghosh!
As soon as he stopped cumming, he withdrew and got up. I pulled him back down.
"No, not yet, Jay!" I moaned, "I need you more!"

He smiled erotically. But we were so slippery by then with sweat that he slipped on me and his mouth fell on my mouth again. I kissed him, insatiated.
He turned me around and prepared to do me from behind. I eagerly awaited him inside, and he did enter me, but the place was wrong!

"OOH! JJAAY!" I felt the searing pain of the anal virgin. I had never done anal before. And his member was very thick. I was surprised that I didn't bleed.