Overworked

by Dark Angel

  Well, if that’s what he wants. There’s no doubt in my mind now that I do.

  I make several more phone calls over the next few hours and basically just get more of the same. By the time I’m done with the interviews I have report after glowing report of how Jake has changed all of these women’s lives—for the better in every single circumstance.

  Now all that’s left is for me to prepare my report. I’ve done my due diligence. Completed my research. Observed the behind the scenes processes. There’s nothing left to conclude about A Cunning Linguist. My decision on the fine has been made.

  Now I just have to write it up and send it to Lori. She’s going to be furious when she sees the results.

  Jake

  It’s been such a long day. Toby’s long gone, but I’m still in my office working on my computer, fleshing out some ideas that I have for ACL for the next half of the season. What can I say? I was inspired. I guess love can do that to a guy.

  Yeah, I said it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what Toby said earlier and my subsequent realization. Layla is perfect for me. There’s no question in my mind now.

  Just as I’m about to put the finishing touches on my draft from my brainstorming session, my phone beeps. I pick it up.

  Layla.

  Tapping on the phone to bring up her text, my eyes practically bulge out of my head.

  Oh fuck.

  Layla just sexted me with a carefully angled photo of herself. From what I can see she’s on her bed—naked. There's nothing too crazy about it; I can’t actually see anything, but it’s what I can’t see that makes my cock spring to attention.

  It’s almost artistic the way she has her arms and legs positioned across her body. And if I’m not mistaken, her hand that disappears just at the bottom of the screen is settled right in between her legs.

  I groan as I read her message.

  Typing with one hand because the other is busy right now.

  This woman. Like I said. Perfect for me.

  Sounds hard, I reply.

  Pointing my phone down, I snap a picture of my pants, which look like they’re about to be shredded by the massive boner she’s causing.

  A minute later there’s another beep.

  It is a bit of a sticky situation.

  She immediately follows up with a picture of nothing but her fingers—wet and dripping with her juices.

  Jesus Christ. I can’t wait another minute. My cock is already throbbing more painfully with every passing second. I quickly whip my dick out and wrap my hand around it, hissing out a breath as I imagine her wet, sticky, cum-coated fingers wrapping around my thick cock.

  My cock twitches and I stroke myself, my breath coming faster. With my other hand, I snap another picture of me jerking off and send it to her.

  Yeah, yeah, women don’t want to be assaulted with dick pics, right? I call bullshit. Maybe they just haven’t been seeing the right dicks. Because mine right now? It’s thick and swollen and throbbing, the massive head dripping with precum as I continue jerking off to thoughts of Layla’s sweet, sweet pussy. You’re imagining it, aren’t you? Don’t tell me you aren’t. You wish you could see what Layla’s seeing. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t want me to send this to you right now.

  That’s what I thought.

  Layla’s next text makes me grin.

  Are you coming or what?

  Coming or cumming? I send back.

  The next picture I get from her is all it takes to have hot, sticky jets of cum shooting from my cock in huge spurts.

  It’s a full on picture of Layla’s pussy, her fingers sliding inside.

  “Fuck,” I grind out. “Layla.” My orgasm rips through me, but it’s not enough. I’m still rock hard. The only thing I need right now is to be deep inside of her.

  Cleaning up quickly, I button my pants back up and grab my phone, calling her as I stride out of my office and lock the door behind me. Enough of this sexting shit. I need to hear her voice right the fuck now.

  She answers with nothing but breathy pants.

  “Layla,” I say. “I’m on my way. Don’t you fucking dare come without me.”

  “Too late,” she moans, her words turning into a cry of pleasure that has me feeling slightly crazy.

  I get in my car and tear off down the road. She’s still fucking coming. Holy hell.

  “Jacob,” she sighs as she comes down from her orgasm, her voice raw from her screams, her heavy breathing urging me on. I’m going way too fast to be safe, but I don’t fucking care.

  I need to be inside her. Five minutes ago.

  “I told you not to come,” I growl.

  She laughs. “I guess if you want to see me come then you’ll just have to make sure I have another orgasm when you get here.”

  Now that’s a challenge I’m more than up to.

  “Done,” I say. “What are you doing now?”

  “I’m licking my cum off my fingers.”

  Just. Fuck. I have no words. This woman has to be the most perfect creature I’ve ever met.

  “How does it taste?” I croak out.

  “Delicious,” she says, her voice low and husky.

  “I plan on indulging in it all night long.”

  “Promise?” Her voice breaks at the end of the word and she’s breathing faster again.

  “Jesus Christ, woman, can’t you wait?”

  She laughs. “Nope. I guess I’m a sex-crazed maniac. It’s a problem. I might need help from a sexpert.”

  “It’s definitely not a problem. And I’m more than up for the challenge.”

  “You better get here fast or you’re going to miss all the fun.” Her next words are lost in the sound of her moans again and the phone beeps three times, indicating the call has ended.

  Such a fucking tease.

  Then I’m there at her building. I think I made it through the streets of New York in record time. I leave my car on the street and toss my keys to the doorman along with a wad of cash. “Take care of it.”

  I enter the elevator and punch the button repeatedly for her floor. The doors slide shut at a snail's pace, and I swear to all that is holy, if this elevator takes another fucking second I might lose my goddamn mind thinking about Layla up there all alone while I’m stuck in here.

  Fucking finally, the doors slide open again, and then I’m at her door.

  Layla

  I answer the door naked because I need Jake in this apartment now. I grab the collar of his shirt, pull him inside, and slam him into the door to close it, my naked body crashing against his still clothed one. My lips close over his, panting over his for a moment, before I pull back and start tearing off his clothes.

  I look at that perfect face of his, lust darkening his eyes, and that grin that’s always on his face has an unmistakable look of hunger. His lips part, both of us breathing for a pause before he finally speaks. “Someone’s eager,” Jake says, but his breathing is already ragged. Neither one of us can wait a moment longer. We stare into each other’s eyes, and I can practically hear a soundtrack behind us, swelling before we finally touch each other.

  My little sexting experiment has yielded some pretty interesting results, wouldn’t you say? I know that I've never even enjoyed masturbating so much as I did knowing that I was sending Jake those pictures, and the fact that he rushed over here only makes it that much better. That pure male challenge in his voice when I told him he’d need to get here? Well, that’s the sort of thing that just guarantees a repeat performance, no matter how many orgasms you’ve already had. And sure, I had several before he got here, but that was barely a pre-game show to the main event now that he’s here. I have never wanted someone so much in my life; I have never been so wet and desperate to touch a man. I want to please him.

  I drop down to my knees and tear at his belt buckle and see that his cock is raging hard, raring to be freed. “You must mean you,” I say with a lighthearted giggle. I look at the full length of his cock and for a moment I’m just ov
erwhelmed; I want to suck his cock and I want to shuck myself on it. I think we both have this generalized excitement that's making us act like wild animals, or like two teenagers that need to fuck as soon as possible.

  “At this point, fuck if I know,” he says, grabbing me and pressing me up against the door. My back is against the door and I’m standing up against him, but my legs shoot up on instinct because I need him, and I need him now.

  I wrap my legs around Jake and grind my pussy against his cock, my slick folds swiping against his cock so he can feel how wet that he makes me. His hands slide down his pants, finishing off the job I started when I freed his cock. Jake kicks off his shoes, and it's all a blur to me because my mouth is on his neck, his ear, against his lips again.

  His hands slide up and down my sides and I shiver against him. My nipples are so hard now, aching for his touch. Jake’s eyes capture my own, and for a moment, our insanely lustful moments are on pause while we share a look.

  “Layla…” Jake begins to speak, and I inhale because there’s an actual, present emotional weight in the air around us now. I could tell by that look we shared and now what he said, and suddenly I don’t know what to do. My instincts are torn between panic, excitement, and lust. He started this and now I want to know what he says.

  I feel it…something is about to happen. This is one of the moments that I’m going to always remember, and I have that feeling—you know the one, like the bass has been dropped—inside my stomach and I need to breathe it all in. I feel butterflies in my stomach almost like nerves, but also this anxious, anticipatory excitement that makes me want to jump up and down or something. It takes something huge to distract us when we both want to fuck as badly as we do right now.

  What’s been happening between us, both of us can feel it. And I think he’s actually saying it. You know…that word that the girl in the relationship never wants to say first, because then she’s desperate? I really think Jake is about to drop the ‘L’ bomb, the bomb to stop all other bombs, right now, despite how our relationship started and everything else about how complicated it is.

  Or maybe I’m crazy. Let’s see what Jake actually says to me before I start naming our future babies or something, okay? I mean I don’t have to tell you. You’re biting your nails right along with me.

  Okay, now why did I have to say that thing about babies? For whatever biological reason, that gets me even hornier, and now I’m probably giving him crazy eyes while I contemplate this whole future with a man who I really shouldn’t have acted on my attraction toward in the first place. But this spiral of thoughts leads nowhere good, so I take a deep breath and look at him. “Jacob,” I say in a whisper, hoping to summon the energy to say more…and then realizing that, no, I need him to say more. I look into his eyes again, searching for whatever it is that he’s about to say.

  Jake’s eyes are warm and he steps closer to me, his hands on my shoulders for a moment, and he squeezes me tightly. “Layla, I love you,” Jake says.

  He really says it. The ‘L’ bomb dropped, I feel the anxious energy inside me come to head and I stare at him, desperate all over again to touch him, fuck him, and feel him inside me. His gaze holds mine, his fingers stroking along my jawline, making me shut my eyes and feel the weight of even this feather-light touch like it's the most important thing in the world.

  My eyes start to water. I can’t help myself. “I love you, too, Jacob,” I say, sucking in my lower lip and looking down for a second, the sheer intensity of how I feel about him overwhelming me.

  “Look at me, baby,” Jake says, gripping my chin so that I’ll look into his eyes again. “You’re the perfect woman for me. I love you and I can’t stand the idea of not telling you right now. I had to tell you. When you come, I want it to be for me,” Jake says, his voice turning into a growl. “Do you want that?” he asks me in a deep voice that sends shivers up and down my spine.

  “Yes, Jacob,” I whimper, wiggling my pussy against him, hyper-aware now of the growing hardness he’s bared that is sliding into my pussy folds with its own direction. “I want to come for you. I want to come on you, come with you, and taste our cum together,” I tell him. The words are nasty, I know, but there’s something pure and sweet in them, too. Like, they’re romantic. There’s something about someone who is truly sexually compatible with you and that understands what you want, what you crave, and wants those things, too. Jake understands my lust on a primal level. There’s body language and there’s being fluent in lust, and Jake knows every unspoken word my body says and translates it into bliss.

  The head of his cock slips into my pussy folds now, sinking into me. I cry out and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him tighter.

  Jake carts us off to my bedroom, his cock never leaving me, and I feel him thrust into me, stretching me, filling me so perfectly that my eyes roll back in their orbits. He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his cock. My body crashes down on the bed and Jake is on top of me, pistoning his cock into me with deep, long, incredible strokes that light my body on fire with lust and hunger. His hands stroke up my body, then put my hands above my head. I gasp as he starts to slam longer strokes into my pussy, fully pulling his cock out of me and then slamming back into me so deep that my eyes are rolling back in my head.

  I writhe under him, my hips bucking, and I push back in time with each of his thrusts, but Jake seems to take my involvement as more of a challenge than a team effort. He wraps his hands around my stomach and flips me over. His cock pops out of me for a moment and then he slides back into me, pulling my legs up so that my ass is up in the air. I yelp at the deep angle of his penetration. His hand comes down and smacks my ass, sending a sharp sensation of lust sparking through my body and making my pussy clench down on his cock.

  “Harder,” I plead, bucking my hips at him and trying to force his cock to go even deeper inside me, the spanking sending me over the edge.

  With a groan, he presses his body against mine harshly and starts fucking me in complete abandon, pounding me so fiercely that a pleasant warm numbness starts taking over my pussy. “That’s...That’s it…” I groan, my eyes rolling in their orbits as my brain starts short-circuiting.

  I close my eyes as electricity starts crackling under my skin, tension mounting inside of me, and I grit my teeth, bracing for impact. The orgasm hits me before I’m fully ready for it and I’m surging through pleasure on shaky legs, barely holding myself up.

  “Now that’s how you get started,” I whisper, breathing hard enough to make me dizzy for a moment. With a groan he slides his cock out of my pussy but, before I can continue my assault on him, he grabs me by the hips and forces me forward on the bed. My arms shoot up by instinct, and I place my hands against the wall for support, jutting my ass back as I do it.

  “I love the view from here,” he says, spanking my ass again. This only makes me push my ass out more for him.

  Jake brings his mouth to my shoulder and growls against my skin, jabbing his cock between my ass cheeks. That thrust and groan is all the warning I get before he starts to work my clit, rubbing rough circles over my sensitive spot with such fervor that I start to sweat and pant. I wiggle my ass for him again, and I feel his cock slide into my pussy again, filling me up so perfectly. The passionate, rough yet tender fury that Jake shows me now makes me ache. The dull ache within my body pulses through me, and my eyes start to well up. The thick rod of his cock inside me fills me and strokes every sensitive spot within me. I need him with a maddening lust that eliminates everything from my thoughts but desire.

  And Jake’s cock has no intentions of relenting. He pumps into me and strokes my G-spot with his perfect 12 inches. The instant intensity of contact makes my pussy tremble and shake, my legs shivering beneath me but managing to hold me up.

  “Come hard for me, Layla, because your cum is what I’m using as lube to fuck your perfect ass,” Jake says, lips trailing my spine.

  A thrill shoots throug
h my body at the erotic promise. The way Jake and I fuck makes every other sexual partner I’ve had seem so tame in comparison. Jake challenges me, claims me, and makes sure every part of my body is part of the total bliss that he brings me.

  Jake’s fingers grip my hips and pull me tight against him, stroking inside me so deep and hard that it feels like an earthquake erupts from my body. The shockwaves start in my pussy and hum through my clit, but my whole body erupts with molten lust. I feel an intensive pressure build up inside me and a warm release, and I realize that I’m not just coming but I’m spraying cum—I’m squirting, and it is a lot.

  “Well, you perform very well on demand,” Jake says, and I feel him pull his cock out and rub it all over my soaking wet pussy. He runs the length of his cock up and down my slit before he positions the head of his cock on my ass. I press back against him, feeling him shove inch by inch up my ass. My cum is more than enough to create a smooth, frictionless entry and I cry out at the feeling of being so full of his cock.

  Soon enough, the sound of skin-on-skin, my cheeks slapping his thighs, fills my whole bedroom. My high-pitched moans of pleasure add to the sounds and I am utterly consumed by my lust. The instinctual part of me takes over and I push back into his cock and ride him as much as he rides me. I feel free and my whole body is on fire.

  “Fuck my ass...as hard as you can,” I tell him, looking back at him over my shoulder. His reply is a simple grin, but that’s enough for me. He starts upping his pace until my eyes start rolling in their orbits. For a moment, I stop seeing and hearing; my brain just refuses to keep on working and surrenders to the unstoppable avalanche of pleasure that crashes against it and I give way to it, letting it all flood my system and take over me. I can get utterly lost with Jake, and he’s always there, anchoring me back to reality as much as he separates me from it.

  Jake pulls his cock out of my ass, and I feel how hard he is, but I realize that he hasn’t come yet. Look at me, greedy for all the orgasms and coming down from the high of one now, I still have a plan.