JennasConsent

by Jennifer Kacey

  “You’re definitely all grown up.” He ran his thumbs along her slit, staring as he rubbed her and then up to her face. “You act so unaffected but your panties are all wet, Jenna.”

  “Just because you make my pussy wet doesn’t mean I like you or that I’m going to let you into my panties.”

  It sounded good, as if it were a well-reasoned argument she could take to court. The fact that she added it on a sigh didn’t really help her case any.

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  She rubbed her fingers together, wanting what she knew he could give her. But she had to be able to keep her heart separate from her body.

  She didn’t know if she could do that.

  He looked down at damp satin and his fingers dug into her skin, which was hot and shaky. Without taking his eyes from her pussy, he slowly took off her shoes and leaned over. A breath of warm air escaped his mouth, whispering across her flesh even through her panties.

  “Now,” rumbled out of him and she slowly tucked her hands behind her back, lying on them more or less.

  “Good.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath, thinking at first he was going to finish the phrase she’d waited so long to hear from him, and then she moaned as he bent, biting her clit through her panties.

  He pushed her knees wider apart and bit her again.

  She kept her eyes trained on him, not wanting to miss a minute of what he did to her.

  “You’re so wet and I’m damn thirsty.”

  “You should go.” It came out weak but it seemed the right thing to say before things got out of hand.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “No, really…” She sucked in her bottom lip, moving her head back and forth against the couch cushion as he kneaded her flesh on her upper thighs. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.” It sounded unconvincing in her head, much less when she said it out loud.

  “Your pussy says differently. So damn pretty.”

  “Don’t do this, Ian.” She meant for it to come out harsh and menacing but could barely whisper the words as he tucked his fingers below the material and she whimpered at his touch. With one hand, he smeared her wetness along her slit, moving her panties to the side with the other.”

  “Don’t what, Jenna?” he asked, staring at her bare pussy. Her tender entrance clenched tightly as he looked back up at her face. “Don’t take what I know you want to give me?” His tongue stroked up her wet center and he wasn’t timid about it either.

  He didn’t dance around her clit and barely touch her. Oh no, that wasn’t his style.

  His tongue—he should be made to register it as a deadly weapon. He worked her clit, commanding her pleasure.

  He flattened his tongue and licked her from her ass all the way to her clit and then groaned as he swallowed. Ian closed his eyes as he coated his fingers in her juices.

  “Don’t take what’s been mine since the first time I sank my cock so deep inside your hot little pussy that I’ve felt branded ever since?”

  He thrust two fingers deep inside her and set a pace sure to make her scream in less than sixty seconds.

  “You’re mine, Jenna.” She heard him say it as her fingers dug into the cushion below her. “No matter what’s happened between then and now. You’re still mine. You’re still…the best of me.”

  A hard edge always defined him. Him making statements like that was devastating to her emotions.

  He leaned over again, so close to the aching knot of her clit that she needed something as little as a stiff breeze to throw her over the edge into a climax so powerful it would change the course of her life.

  He looked up into her face with eyes that knew her deepest secrets. She whimpered, opening her mouth to protest.

  “No,” sat poised on her lips and he knew it but he reached up high and hit her G-spot in a way that only he knew how to find.

  “Come, my sweet,” he ordered and her body responded as he probably knew it would. Her legs clamped around his shoulders as he leaned over, licking her clit as if it was made of his favorite candy.

  A keening wail of pleasure erupted from her lips as her body catapulted into a realm of exquisite pleasure so extreme she knew exactly what her body had been aching for all those years without him.

  She came so hard at his command it was like they were never apart.

  Her body knew him, wanted him, dreamed of him.

  And there he was.

  The man of her every fantasy knelt before her, sucking her juices from his fingers.

  “Please, Sir.”

  He stared at her. “Please what, gorgeous? Please may you lick your wetness from my fingers? Please may I rub your clit again until you come? I’d like something a bit more specific.”

  Jenna glanced at his crotch and then back up at him. “Please may I suck your cock, Sir? I want to taste you, to feel you again.”

  He placed his hands on her thighs, smearing her wetness on her skin as he stood. “I already got you off, shouldn’t that be enough?” While he spoke he undid the buckle on his belt.

  Words failed her but memories flooded her mind. Him pulling her across his lap, his hand or his belt marking her flesh. His belt between her teeth as she crawled to him across a room, bringing her favorite toy with her.

  He moved the leather back and forth and she remembered him doing it before, making her want it even more. The muscle memory of it made her want to go to her knees and do it for him. She stayed where she was, her arms pinned beneath her, her legs open but her pussy covered by her panties once again.

  “Remember my belt on your backside, do you?”

  She glanced up at him and back down to his pants as he unbuttoned then unzipped them. “Yes, Sir. I remember.”

  He grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her close so she had a front row seat and a backstage pass for him pulling his cock from his pants.

  She knew what to expect, she’d obviously seen it before but the reality of seeing it again shook her to her core.

  The thick shaft filled his hand as he worked his cock in front of her, brushing the head of it against her lips while he held her head where he wanted it.

  “Beg me for it. Beg me for a taste of it.”

  “Sir. Please.” She dug her fingernails into her forearms to keep from reaching for him and looked up at him instead. “All I can think about is licking you, sucking you. I want you in my mouth, Ian. Please, please fuck it. It’s been so long.”

  Watching him above her was so damn sexy. He stared down at her as he pumped his cock in front of her. It flexed from the bottom of her field of view and her mouth watered.

  “Open that mouth, you better remember what I like. I have no patience tonight to teach you again.” He clenched his jaw as if he were going to say something else. His eyes flashed up to hers for a second and then back down to her lips.

  Remember?

  Of course she did.

  She opened her lips, sticking out her tongue so he could slide the head of his cock along it, all the way to the back of her throat.

  She concentrated on relaxing her mouth, wanting to give him the best blowjob he’d had in years. His eyes were on her, they never wavered.

  The grip on her hair got tighter and she hummed on his dick as he slowly pulled it back, sliding it along her tongue all the way out again.

  “Fuck, that’s the mouth I’ve been missing. Suck the head.”

  Jenna closed her lips around his flared head, licking around the edges until he jerked involuntarily. She bobbed her head to the rhythm he set and nearly shouted with joy when she finally got to move on him.

  Sucking her mouth onto him until she’d taken about half of his length made her pussy beg him again. She was so empty and she humped the couch a bit as he moved one of his legs against her mound. He released his cock and she hoped she had it quite under control. His second hand mirrored his first, digging into her hair. The pace he set was brutal. He fucked her mouth as if it were the last time he’d get to feel he
r.

  His strength enflamed her desire. Knowing he rode the edge of his control made her heart skip a beat.

  “Eyes on me,” he growled at her.

  She blinked, lifting her lashes at the end, raising her eyes to the man she’d compared everyone else to.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  Watching him speak the words, seeing how his top teeth pulled across the flesh of his bottom lip as he swore…

  He tugged her whole body forward by the grip he had on her hair. “On your knees. For me.”

  His voice rasped through her as she followed his command.

  Her fingers brushed up his thighs, latching on to both ends of his belt.

  She whimpered for the briefest of moments when he pulled out far enough for her to suck in a full breath.

  “Swallow against the head. I want to feel you working my cock. I’ve dreamed of you for long enough. Show me what you can do. Show me.”

  His cock, the taste of him, the feel of him, it was more than her conscious mind could handle so she just let go.

  She didn’t just swallow the head of his dick, she swallowed him whole, relaxing her throat so she could take him in without gagging.

  “Goddammit.”

  His breathing sped up and hers matched it as she held him to her.

  That was definitely a trick she hadn’t known how to do when they’d been together the first time. She focused on him when he pulled back and she sucked in several shallow breaths.

  “What do you want?”

  “Your cum, Sir.”

  “Where do you want it?” He fucked her face again, eliminating her ability to answer for several more dark and delicious strokes. “Where do you want my cum?”

  He pulled out all the way and Jenna swallowed, trying not to drool on the floor.

  “In my mouth, please,” she begged. “I want to taste you, to swallow you. I want to know if you taste like I remember. I’ve missed it.”

  “You beg so pretty with those big brown eyes. Especially when you remember where they belong.”

  She licked the head of his cock, circling it with her tongue and looked back up at him again.

  “Just like that. Don’t fucking take those eyes from me again.”

  He moved in her mouth and she greedily sucked him in. He surrounded her, every inch of her but it was more than just physically.

  Her emotions snuggled into his attention, cuddling with the one man she’d never felt worthy of.

  But then, in that moment, she was exactly what he wanted her to be. What she wanted to be for him.

  A slut on her knees, swallowing his cock, looking up at him as his pace increased.

  The world disappeared. Everything she knew and cared about faded to black, leaving nothing but him and what she wanted to give him, what she wanted him to take.

  “Every drop,” he warned as his fists tightened in her hair.

  She sucked his cock hard and he shouted as the first spurt of cum hit her tongue.

  Her moan joined one of his as his cock jumped in her mouth, pulsating every time he came.

  She swallowed his seed, finally closing her eyes because they weighed too much.

  Even closed she could see him, his silhouette etched into her retinas as he cursed. His hips continued pumping, feeding her each drop he promised to give her.

  That moment was perfect. She was perfect in her submission to him.

  “Put your hand in your panties and come for me.”

  Her hand released the belt gripped tightly in her fist, reached underneath her skirt and slid her fingers down from her stomach beneath the silky fabric of her thong.

  Her moan must have reverberated up his shaft because he jerked again, slowly fucking her mouth.

  Her clit needed attention and she had permission to take exactly what she needed.

  She rolled it beneath her fingertips, gathering some of the slick wetness sliding from her core to masturbate with.

  “No teeth.” He moved his thumbs, mashing them against the side of her jaw to keep them wide.

  “Sawwy Serr,” came out around his cock, making her clit twitch beneath her hand.

  Licking his cock, sucking on him after he’d already come in her mouth was one of the sexiest things she’d ever been a part of.

  “Ride my boot along with your hand. Get yourself off, because I want to see it.”

  He moved one of his boots between her legs and she slid down, straddling the black leather size twelve. She humped his boot using her hand to direct the pressure and it took approximately three seconds for her to go from “barely there” to “on the verge”.

  His slightly less hard shaft slid from her mouth. Her breath caught as she continued to look up at him again.

  Ian.

  The man she’d never wanted to let go.

  Her whimper startled even her, and she almost forgot to ask permission. “Can I come, Sir?”

  “Yes. Come. For me.” He kept one hand buried in her hair and used the other to guide his cock back to her mouth.

  She exploded into a million tiny shards of pleasure as he painted her lips with the rest of his cum.

  Moans of delight shook her every few seconds as she continued to strum her clit.

  “Lick me.”

  She licked the head, flicking her gaze up to him, wanting to see his eyes on her face as she came for him. She moved her tongue a bit into the slit at the end of his shaft and he sucked in a harsh breath. He’d liked it before and she was glad she remembered how much she liked to see him after he came.

  Her knuckles brushed the laces of his boot as she moved her fingers against her clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure she could.

  The scent of her wet pussy mingled with the flavor of his cum as she took in a cleansing breath. Her fingers finally slowed, stopping all together, as did her hips. They probably looked as if they’d been doing the salsa a couple minutes prior. She sat on her hand on his boot, closing her eyes altogether as he maneuvered her head against his thigh.

  Her temple rubbed against his slacks and the hand still clutching the buckle of his belt relaxed, pulling the inch and a half wide piece of leather to the ground beside her.

  “You’ve learned a few things, dirty girl.”

  A smile lifted her lips and she would have laughed if she had any energy left. “Yes, Sir, a few.”

  She floated back down to earth as if she were a down feather, lulling this way and that until she fell from the pan into the fire. Her consciousness came back online with a shudder, burning away the last vestiges of her momentary satisfaction.

  Nick.

  She lifted her hand that still had the belt in it and stared at it, as if it might give her answers to life’s current mysteries. Dropping it seemed disrespectful so she handed it up to him and he slid it through her grasp until her hand finally fell.

  She lowered her head to the ground feigning being tired—she was, but it wasn’t the real reason.

  Shame.

  She brushed her fingertips against the lock on her collar and stiffened on the realization that she’d just broken every rule Nick had given her to follow.

  She wasn’t worthy of his affection. But that didn’t make her crave it any less. Earning it now? She shook her head. Thinking about him and what she’d just done made her tear up.

  Ian must have seen her because he lit into her.

  “Guess you finally got what you were looking for.”

  His snarl pissed her off. She got up from her knees, straightening her skirt with a huff. “Not hardly.” She hated that he made it sound dirty. Before she knew it was Ian, that time with Nick had been wonderful. His…care for her, even when she denied her own needs revealed so much more about him.

  He wasn’t what she assumed him to be.

  Realizing she probably didn’t deserve him made her defensive and she took it out on the person standing in front of her.

  She kicked off her heels as she faced him with her hands on her hips. Facing him down felt great. Kee
ling over because her legs were Jell-O wasn’t going to win her any brownie points. It only stood to multiply the persona she was trying to put off—the one that said she was nothing but a cum slut for him.

  “How the fuck do you figure that? You got a ménage. Who knows how many you’ve had in the years since we’ve been together. Are you satisfied yet?”

  He somehow came across pretentious and hurt at the same time. His ability to look down his nose at her had no limits, considering he was between her legs the whole time, eating her pussy. His cock was more than just a little bit hard after she came the first time.

  “Are you?” She had no problems answering his questions with a question, especially as he effectively ruined her post-orgasm state of fantasmagorical.

  “What about me?” He wound his belt back into his belt loops, tucked his still semi-hard cock back into his pants and zipped the fly.

  “Are you satisfied yet, Mr. High and Mighty?”

  “If you were mine I never would have shared you. And me slaking my need to be with you is going to take a whole hell of a lot more than a thirty-minute fuck and a quickie blowjob.”

  He advanced on her and she not only stuck her ground but took a step toward him, standing there toe-to-toe as he huffed—and puffed—and…

  The lock bounced against Nick’s collar as Ian flicked it with his fingers.

  “Don’t make the mistake of thinking that little piece of metal and a circle of leather is going to keep me from taking you back.”

  “I’m not a fucking bone,” she bit out as he turned on his heel and headed for the door.

  Did he say anything else on the way out the door before he slammed it?

  Nope.

  Not a word, not a phrase, not an inkling about what he had planned for her.

  “Asshole.” She grabbed a chair from the dining room and carried it back to the entry way. She shoved it underneath her front door handle, locking the handle and the dead bolt for good measure.

  Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t be so paranoid but Ian was like Houdini with locks.

  The last thing she needed was a surprise visitor in the middle of the night to borrow a cup of sugar or a box of tissues or another orgasm.