Hardcore Vanilla

by Golden Angel

  Sharon loved having her hair played with and she always liked it when a guy would do so in order to watch her work. Practically humming with pleasure, she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock before opening her lips wide to take him in. Jake groaned, his fingers moving in her hair and pulling it into a kind of pony-tail that he could hold with one hand as his hips thrust forward, shoving himself deeper into her mouth.

  Wickedly, Sharon released her hold on his cock and braced both of her hands on his thighs, letting him push all the way in.

  She loved giving head and she was damned good at it.

  There was something both powerful and humbling about being on her knees. She luxuriated in the scent of man filling her nose as his cock filled her mouth, servicing him even as she truly held all the power. Plus, she loved looking up and seeing him watching his slick cock sliding between her lips, seeing the expression on his face as she took him all the way down her throat.

  Being watched like this, being the center of a man's intense focus like this, turned her on. Her thighs pressed together, the slick lips of her pussy rubbing against her clit, making her feel even more needy. She sucked harder, her tongue working the underside of his cock, tracing little patterns as she bobbed her head up and down.

  Looking up to see Jake's blue eyes practically burning a hole through her as he stared at her mouth... Well, that was even more rewarding. For once, she had made the man speechless.

  She hummed again, watching the change in his expression as the vibrations hit him, her throat working around the tip of his cock as he pushed all the way in. There was slight concern in his eyes as her mouth slid all the way to the base of his cock, but that cleared up the moment he realized how easily she was taking him. If she could have smirked with her mouth totally full, she would have.

  "Holy fuck..." he said hoarsely, with something close to reverence in his voice.

  Damn right.

  Drawing back, Sharon began to bob her head, smoothly taking him all the way between her lips with every stroke. His muscled thighs were rock hard beneath her hands and she pressed her own thighs together as his guttural groans made her arousal climb even higher.

  The fingers tightening in her hair urged her on as his thrusts became rougher, more urgent. There were a few moments of hesitation, but they disappeared quickly as Sharon easily took everything he had to give her. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing.

  "I'm gonna come," he said, his voice a gasp as he started to pull away. It was an almost gentlemanly move, in case she didn’t want to swallow.

  Fuck that!

  Sharon's hands slid around to the backs of his thighs, pulling him towards her. She knew he went through the same barrage of tests everyone who was a member of Stronghold went through on a regular basis - he was clean, and Sharon liked to swallow. She liked the feeling of a cock pulsing against her tongue while a man groaned his pleasure, the way he looked as his back would arch and his head would fall back in ecstasy.

  "Sharon, I'm gonna come!"

  She sucked harder.

  "Fuck..."

  His fingers dug into her scalp as she took him deep again, her tongue rubbing the underside of his cock just as the first jet of fluid shot down her throat. She swallowed automatically, watching his body shudder as she pulled each shot of cum from him, her fingers digging into the backs of his thighs.

  When his body finally started to relax, she pulled back, panting slightly for breath and immensely pleased with herself. The salty-sweet taste of him lingered on her tongue as she blinked up at him coquettishly and deliberately licked her lips.

  "Yummy."

  ******

  The woman was a menace.

  An enthralling, sexual siren whom he was already pretty sure he was becoming addicted to.

  She'd taken his entire cock down her throat like it was no problem and looked like she wanted to ask for more. The flush of her cheeks and slightly glassy look to her eyes made it seem like she was even aroused by it.

  She's the freaking perfect woman, a little voice in his brain whispered.

  Jake ignored it. She wasn't perfect all around but... hell, in bed she might damn well be.

  How the hell had her ex given her up? Any of her exes? Jake held out his hand to help her to her feet.

  "Okay, Grumpy Cap, your turn," she said, more than a little smugly as she rose. "Think you can get it up again?" The pink splotches on her knees just made her look even sexier to him, but her words made him want to swat her ass and reminded him exactly why she wasn't perfect - she was bratty, crude, and constantly needed to be the center of everyone’s attention. AKA, not his type, and that was why they were keeping this casual.

  Although, he had to admit, he found her a lot less annoying now that they were working off the constant tension between them in other ways. Her crudeness was almost cute. It just went to show how crazed she was making him, that he could even think that.

  Rather than answering her mocking question, he took his first look around her apartment.

  It was huge. Expensive looking. And the floor to ceiling windows that made up one entire wall of her living room had him flashing back to one of the fantasies he'd had about her.

  "Are those tinted?" he asked, walking towards them. He didn't bother to do up his pants, since they were clinging to his hips comfortably enough, and he didn't relinquish her hand either, so she had to walk with him. "Can people see in here?"

  The notion gave him a little thrill. There was an office building across the way, nearly as high as Sharon's apartment. If someone was over there, could they see in? Had they watched Sharon going down on him in the entrance to her apartment? Why that turned him on instead of off, he had no idea. Maybe all the public sex at Stronghold really was rubbing off on him.

  "Tinted," Sharon said. Then her voice lilted a bit. "Although, since it's nighttime, we'd better turn off the lights in here if you don't want to chance anyone being able to see in. But we're probably safe enough; it doesn't look like anyone's working late over there."

  Jake grinned as he spun her around and pressed her back up against the cold glass. It was damn good glass - the frigid air outside made it nice and cool but not freezing.

  "You like that, don't you, princess?" He dipped his head to brush his lips against hers, her eyes already widening with pleasure at being manhandled and then trapped between him and the glass. Jake had definitely noticed how much she liked both of those things. So did he. Even though he'd literally just gotten off, his cock was already hardening again. "Do you walk around naked in here sometimes, just for the thrill of knowing someone might be able to see you?"

  Her breath hitched, breasts heaving slightly in the corset under his appreciative gaze.

  That was a yes.

  "Maybe," she answered breathlessly, tilting her chin up a little defiantly. "So what?"

  He chuckled. "Well if anyone's watching, let's give them a show."

  Spinning her around quickly, he caught her hips so she was facing outside. The glass showed their reflections; not perfectly like a mirror, but it was dark enough outside that depending on how he focused he could see them or the building across the way. It didn’t look like there was anyone over there, but one never knew.

  "What are you doing?" Sharon's expression was one of both confusion and anticipation.

  "Put your hands on the glass and keep them there," he said, ignoring her question. Immediately, her hands went up to brace herself against the glass; she was watching him in the reflection as she did as he asked. "Good girl, now don't move."

  Although he'd never seriously called anyone a 'good girl' before, somehow it seemed right in the moment. He'd heard the term used around the club often enough and seen the effect it had on the submissives there. It had the same effect on Sharon now.

  She shivered and stilled, her legs slightly spread, hands against the glass, eyes tracking his every move in the reflection. Being behind her but also able to see her expression was turning him on. He'd al
ways enjoyed having sex in front of mirrors, where he could watch, but somehow this was even hotter... more taboo... because they had no idea who else might be watching.

  Who else might be able to see them.

  Jake trailed his hands over her bare shoulders and down her back to where her bare skin ended and the corset began. It was tied in the back, but the front of it was just held together by a series of clasps. He slid his hands around to her front and started undoing them.

  She sucked in a breath of surprise as she watched the reflection of him stripping her, her curves coming into view. As the corset dropped to the floor, she let out a little moan of relief and Jake chuckled. He rubbed his hands gently over her sensitized skin where it was marked red from the tight hold of the corset, and she let out a little moan of relief and pleasure.

  "Feels good?" he asked, rubbing a little harder.

  "You have no idea," she answered fervently. Then moaned again as his hands moved up to cup her breasts. He watched over her shoulder as his fingers closed around her hard nipples, pinching the little buds while he squeezed the soft mounds with his palms. "Corsets look so good, and they feel fine until you take them off and realize how uncomfortable you were."

  "I'll have to take your word for it."

  He gave her nipples a sharp pinch again, twisting slightly and enjoying the way she arched back, her ass rubbing against his cock, which was slowly thickening.

  Running his hands down her stomach, Jake slid his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and started to roll it over her hips and down her legs.

  She was commando again.

  With her delicious ass right in his face, he couldn't help himself. He gave her left cheek a little nip, making her squeal and dance a little with surprise. Chuckling, he quickly shucked off his own pants and shirt, grabbing a condom from his pocket before standing back up again, caressing her legs and ass as he did so.

  "Are you going to fuck me in front of the window?" Sharon practically purred the question, thrusting her ass back at him, obviously not at all unhappy with the idea. She also sounded a little disbelieving, like she didn't really expect him to say yes.

  Jake pressed his body against hers from behind, pushing her forward. She gasped and then squealed, squirming as her bare front pressed against the glass. His hard cock nestled happily between her cheeks as he kissed the back of her neck.

  "Hell yeah I am, princess."

  ******

  Being smushed between a rock (more like a cock...) and a hard place shouldn’t be so fucking sexy, but the contrast of the cool glass against her front and Jake’s hot body against her back was driving her wild. Her nipples felt like little diamonds and she pushed back against him, deliberately clenching her cheeks to squeeze his hard cock between them, as she moaned. Between the blowjob, being in front of the window, wondering how much anyone outside might be able to see, and Jake going all Captain Caveman, she was so fucking horny she could barely think straight.

  While she already knew Jake wasn't quite as prim and prudish as he liked to put off, she still hadn't expected a total exhibitionist side from him.

  She was not mad about it.

  The thrill of not knowing who could see them added extra spice to an already hot scenario. Too bad Stronghold was off limits; Sharon would have liked to see how he reacted to being in front of a close, appreciative audience.

  "Have you ever had sex in front of this window?" he asked, his hands sliding over her sides and down to her hips, pulling them back a little so that she was at the right height for his cock.

  The new angle meant her breasts were no longer in contact with the glass, but her forearms braced against it.

  "No."

  But it had been a fantasy. One which had gone unfulfilled since she didn't usually bring guys home with her unless she was dating them - and her most recent ex had preferred the bedroom or the club. Fulfilling it with Jake was unexpected, but she was so on board.

  His hips moved away and then the tip of his cock slid between her pussy lips. Gently thrusting, he moved his dick back and forth between the swollen, sensitive folds, making her moan as she canted her hips backward. As good as he felt rubbing against her, the head of his cock bumping against her clit, she wanted him inside of her.

  When he pulled away completely, she started to straighten up and turn, only to end up squealing as he swatted her ass, hard enough to sting.

  "Ow!"

  "I didn't say you could move," he said in a tone that was totally Dom-worthy. Sharon shifted back into position immediately, even more turned on by his bossiness and the slight burn left behind from the sharp slap.

  Her body blocked the sight of exactly what he was doing, but she could see enough to guess that he was putting on a condom.

  Hell yes. Give it to me, baby.

  A moment later, his hands were back on her hips, his cock pressing against her wet opening. At last he thrust forward, impaling her in one sure, hard stroke. Sharon cried out as his weight pushed at her, her arm muscles tightening as she braced herself against the thrust, her breasts bouncing heavily. The position made her tight, despite how wet she was, and his thick length stretching her open felt so fucking good.

  Immediately he started moving, thrusting roughly. Sharon looked into the reflection to see him watching her there as well, his eyes on her breasts as they jiggled and swayed with every thrust. His fingers were digging into her hips, holding her in place for him as he moved powerfully behind her, making her feel utterly helpless even though she wasn't bound, because she couldn't shift her position without risking falling over. And all the while, she could see his fierce expression as he filled her over and over again.

  It was way better than any porn.

  Whimpering, she pushed back against him, her muscles clenching around him with every thrust. His fingers moved over her hip, dipping down between her legs, his gaze dropping to watch as he pressed the pads of his fingers against her swollen clit. Sharon moaned, arching her back and sliding to bend forward even more. It made watching harder, but it felt so good that she didn't care.

  "Just think, princess, if anyone is in that building over there... if anyone on the street looks up... they'll be able to see you... naked and being fucked from behind, your tits bouncing, totally exposed to them..." Holy shit, Jake had a dirty mouth when he wanted to. "They'll see my hand between your legs, pinching your clit while I fuck you..."

  His actions matched his words, and Sharon shuddered as her orgasm began to explode inside of her in response to the direct stimulation and his dirty talk. She cried out, her head dropping down as the waves of pleasure surged through her, her body clamping down around him.

  But he was nowhere near his own climax, especially not after already having come once, and he kept moving, kept thrusting. She writhed with the intense sensations as he fucked her right through her orgasm. Tears sparked in the back of her eyes as her legs trembled, and Jake's hand moved away from her clit, giving her a bit of a reprieve from the overwhelming stimulation, so that he could help hold her up.

  "Oh fuck... oh fuck..." The words bubbled up and out as her ecstasy swirled around her. They were the only words she could form, as if the pleasure had short-circuited her brain entirely.

  As Jake surged inside of her, moving even harder and faster, she felt her muscles crumbling under the erotic assault. She was hanging from his hands now, shuddering with every thrust, her arms barely able to hold her up against the window. "Oh fuck... oh fuck..."

  His low groan coincided with his hardest thrust yet, filling her completely, his grip like iron as he held her ass flush against his groin. Sharon clenched around him, gasping as her orgasm finally began to die down while he throbbed inside of her.

  "Oh fuck..." she muttered.

  Behind her, Jake chuckled as his fingers relaxed and began to caress her skin. "Yes, I believe you said that already."

  She closed her eyes, practically humming with pleasure as he stroked her sides. Leaning forward slightly, she re
sted her head against her arm, panting a bit for breath. Damn that had been hot. Surprising in some ways too. Jake was way more perverted than she'd given him credit for, and in just the right ways.

  Lips pressed against the top of her spine as he slipped his softening cock from the grip of her body. "Want to take this party to the bedroom for round two?"

  Sharon groaned as her knees wobbled. Her muscles all felt like Jell-O. "I'm not sure I can walk yet. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can't feel anything below my waist right now."

  He laughed, and she squeaked as she found herself hauled up into his arms.

  Swoon.

  Not quite Captain Caveman, but just as nice. Maybe nicer since she could cuddle up against his bare chest rather than having his shoulder digging into her stomach.

  When she looked up at him, Jake was eyeing her shoes while he carried her down the hall. Seeing her looking at him, he grinned.

  "You're going to keep those on for round two."

  Bossy man.

  Sharon pinched his nipple and he growled at her, picking up his pace as he carried her to the bedroom.

  Maybe not having a roommate right now isn't so bad, she thought, a bit hazily. Tonight definitely would not have gone down this way if she lived with someone.

  Chapter 6

  It was early morning when Jake left Sharon's apartment, reluctantly pulling himself from her ridiculously comfortable bed with her ridiculously soft sheets. Why the hell had she ever wanted to sleep over at his place when she had a bed like this waiting for her at home? Getting up hurt him both physically and emotionally. He couldn’t understand how she’d been just as happy to sleep in his bed – he’d choose hers every time.

  Although, some of his sore muscles might also be from the 'epic fuckfest' they'd indulged in last night. Her words, not his, but he couldn't deny their accuracy. Hell, he felt dehydrated this morning. He wasn't even sure his last orgasm had included any liquid. Sharon was completely passed out still, snoring softly. The urge to roll her onto her side so that she would stop, and he could fall back asleep, curled up around her, had been strong.