Ruby never smiled like that. Hell, I couldn’t remember if I had even ever French kissed Ruby before…
Her hands were on me now. Her blouse was unbuttoned all the way down and she had moved on to my shirt. The ugly, tacky Hawaiian shirt that had belonged to her asshole ex-husband. That thought ran through my head, and I couldn’t get the shirt off fast enough. But I didn’t need to, because she was already pulling it off my shoulders.
There was still a small part of my brain that was in survival mode. The same part of my brain that had saved us already at her house, the part that I would need to keep us safe for just one more day. It was the only part of me in a million years that would have caused me to murmur nonsense to her, but I said it anyway.
“Jackie, I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”
“Not a good idea, are you nuts, Micky? This is the best idea, at least it is for me. What else are we going to do here? When else am I ever going to get the chance to let myself go like this?”
She was making a convincing argument, and it wasn’t all about what she was saying. She had stood and was talking to me while she was unbuttoning her jeans. Tight, faded Levis that she was wiggling to her knees as she spoke to me. And when she was finished, she was standing there in a pair of panties and an unbuttoned shirt.
And her argument could not have been stronger.
“Do you really think this is a bad idea, Micky?”
Hands taking off the shirt, and the bra was soon to follow. Sweet, soft breasts looked at me, and I was staring right back with a cock that was now rock hard.
“Because if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
There wasn’t a man alive who would have stopped her. As she spoke to me, she was pulling her silk panties to her knees. She did that thing women did where she used her feet to push them to her ankles and with a dainty kick, the panties cleared her feet completely. She was naked in front of me and there was not a fucking chance in the world I was turning back now.
Sweet, smooth skin—not a hint of tattoo ink anywhere on her innocent, luscious body. I had always loved women with tattoos, at least I had until now. But seeing her naked body in front of me without a single mark on it made her look sinfully delicious. Really delicious, good enough to eat…
I reached out for her and she smiled as I grabbed her because she knew she had won her argument without me even saying a word. I knew she was expecting me to get undressed. The only thing separating me from her now were my own faded denim pants. But I wasn’t ready to go there just yet. Looking at that sweet pussy of hers I wanted to enjoy her in every way possible before enjoying her like that.
“Lay down, Jackie.”
I brought her onto the bed and thought she was probably the sexiest thing that the Bass River motel had ever seen. She looked gorgeous, naked, and pristine, like a bride on her wedding night. Her pussy was accented with a trim little patch of fine brown hair and I knew as soon as I saw it that I wanted to get a closer look. She scooted back on the bed and I knew she was expecting something hard and thrusting, but for her I needed to start with something warm and fleshy.
“Just lay back, baby.”
Her look of confusion dissolved into a look of understanding as I knelt between her legs. Sweet, milky white legs framing an even sweeter prize in the center. I spread her legs and ran my hangs up her thighs and got as close to her as I could as I looked at her sex. I could smell her—I could practically taste her excitement already. But taste meant nothing to me until I started using my tongue.
“Oh God, Micky…”
Sweet music to my ears, but not nearly as sweet as her pussy against my tongue. Warm, wet folds of pure womanhood, and I ran my tongue over every part of her that mattered. I used the thumb of each finger to spread her open, eager to see every part of her before I touched her with my mouth. It had been a long time since I had wanted to do this with a woman. It had been a long time since I was with a woman I would dare do this to. And I wanted to make her feel every last, delicious second.
She was twisting under me, which told me she wasn’t hating it. Her breathing was getting faster, which told me to slow it down. It wasn’t about racing her to orgasm as fast as I could—it wasn’t about that at all. If anything, I wanted to be careful to not push her there too quickly.
“I don’t want to make you cum, Jackie. Tell me if you’re getting close to cumming.”
“I’m getting close to cumming, Micky.”
Oops.
I was being too aggressive. The cock that was threatening to tear through my jeans should have told me that. I backed off with my tongue and decided to probe her with my fingers a little instead. Thumbs around the edge of her sweet pussy teasing her and spreading her open. Her breathing didn’t slow, but it was at least coming in staggered gasps. Hopefully that was slowing her down.
“Your fingers. Your fingers are going to make me cum, Micky.”
Oops again.
“I’m sorry, Micky. I’m not used to having a man go down on me like that. Martin never ever wanted to lick my pussy.”
More proof that guy was a fucking schmuck…
I took the moment to stand and take off my pants. It was going to happen sooner or later, so it might as well happen now so I could give her a chance to breathe. Her breathing was returning to normal as I slipped off the jeans. Underwear next, and then I was standing in front of her in absolutely nothing, except for a smile and a cock that was pointing right at the ceiling.
“Jesus, that’s a big cock.”
Where have I heard that before? Maybe she has more in common with Ruby than I thought…
“So you’re telling me mister ‘No Cunnilingus’ was also a little light in the trousers?”
“Something like that.”
“I’ll go easy, baby. But there’s something else you need to know about me. I’m kind of fucked up so I want to tell you about it now. There’s only one way I can do it.”
“What are you talking about?”
I took a second before telling her. Looking at her laying there naked was almost too good. I wanted that memory scorched into my brain in case she second guessed herself and started to change her mind.
“I can’t look a woman in the eyes when I’m doing it. I know that sounds stupid, but it’s a trust thing. I’m damaged goods, Jackie. I’ve been screwed over so many times I can’t even look a woman in the eyes during sex.
“I know that sounds crazy. I came close to being able to have sex like a normal guy with the last woman I was with, but she double crossed me and almost got me killed. I think that just made it worse.”
I was expecting a laugh or a sneer or even a follow up question. She gave me none of that.
“We can do it whatever way you want, Micky.”
Music to my ears again. Not nearly as sweet as listening to her moan my name, but a close second. I stepped away from her long enough to step into the bathroom, and I came out a second later with condom in hand. She looked at me, puzzled.
“There’s a dispenser in the bathroom. Honeymoon suite, remember?”
“Classy.”
I brought the condom and my rock hard cock back to the bed where my Florence Nightingale was still lying naked. I tore open the package and rolled the latex over me as fast as it was possible to wrap a motel condom around a hard, throbbing cock. And she was watching me every torturous step of the way.
“How do you want me, Micky?”
Oh man, loaded question.
Every possible way I can have you, sweetheart…
I got the condom down as far as it was going to go on my cock. I answered her question by rolling her on her side. She was all too willing, and she lifted her legs up to prepare herself. Again, she was waiting for a hard thrust, but looking at that sweet treasure, I needed to give myself just one more taste.
I leaned down and surprised her by touching tongue to labia one more time. Sweet and wet, only made sweeter by the surprised little gasp that came from her lips. I ran my ton
gue over her, savoring the feeling of her body shaking next to mine. If I didn’t need to eventually go see the big man, I thought I could stay there forever.
“Jesus, if you keep that up you’re going to make me cum, I swear to God.”
A few more passes of my tongue over her sweet parts. I spread her open one more time just to look at the spot I would be taking in a second. The thought of putting my cock into this woman was almost enough to make me soil the condom before my very first stroke. But that wasn’t happening. Not today. Not this time.
I leaned back on the bed behind her and took a moment to admire the curve of her ass. Not being able to make love to a woman missionary style was a disadvantage, no doubt. But if it meant being pressed up against an ass like hers, then life wasn’t getting any better for me. I caressed her lightly with my hand and then lifted her leg slightly to prepare her.
The one good thing about my pussy eating fetish was I knew she was plenty wet, although I was certain she would have been wet enough already. But as the tip of my cock touched her, I felt her wet lips start to draw me in. Warm wetness, parting around me easily at first as I worked myself in, soon gave way to a delicious snugness.
“God, it’s big.”
“Just relax, baby. Breath deep and relax, I’ll go easy.”
She breathed deep. I could feel her drawing in breaths against my body as her naked breasts rose and fell. Going slower wasn’t making it that much easier for me—if anything, it only made my cock crave her more. But as she took in breaths, I could feel myself slipping in deeper.
I kept my hands on her ass in an effort to calm myself. Her sweet, dimpled ass was getting closer and closer to being flush with my body. I felt her breathe out again as her body continued to adjust and another inch slipped in, bringing that tender ass closer and closer yet. My cock was throbbing badly inside of her, and I was starting to realize watching her ass was not going to keep me from cumming.
“Oh Micky, it feels so good…”
Yes. Yes, it does.
She was snuggled almost completely against me, her body relaxed and taking me completely. I felt that luscious ass bump up against me and I instinctively drew my hips back. Easy, go back easy—I wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. I wanted to enjoy her as long as possible. I had never been with a woman like her and I wasn’t sure if I ever would be again, so I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could.
Was that her hand? That wasn’t going to help…
I felt her, those dainty nurse’s fingers, tracing around the circumference of my cock. I was pulling it out, preparing to go back into her again, nice and slow. She was tracing little circles around the base of my cock that were starting to drive me crazy.
“Oh God, what are you doing, Jackie?”
Did she just giggle?
The fingers kept moving around my cock, slick with her own juices. Fingers that were giving me a drink of water in a hospital bed not that long ago.
“It feels so good, Micky. I just need to touch it. Doing it this way is fucking awesome.”
It was fucking awesome. I wanted to agree with her but all that came out was a moan. Those fingers, touching me as I started to slide back in. Now I was the one on the edge of an orgasm. The only way to stop her was to push faster. I moved my hips forward and felt the fingers lift as my cock slid into her pussy and she moaned.
“Oh God, that’s it. Fuck me, Micky.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I didn’t need to be asked at all. My hips started moving back and forth behind her as I started feeding her my cock, over and over. Her fast breathing was back, quick breaths that produced heaving breasts. I took the moment on one forward thrust and reached around to grab one of her luscious breasts.
“Oh God…”
I could feel her body quivering and I knew she was close. Closer now than me, which was fine. In fact, that was perfect. I massaged a hard nipple under my finger as I pushed forward, and I felt her pussy starting to spasm against my cock. Her moaning told me she was there. I felt her warm body shaking as her pussy grabbed onto my cock and she moaned through her climax.
Perfect.
Now it was time to chase after mine.
Chapter 16
Jackie
Oh. My. God.
Time to catch my breath. I could feel him still inside of me—every inch of him still inside of me while my body started to come back to Earth from what just happened. I was pretty sure I was moaning loud enough that anyone in the next room would have heard me.
Have I ever moaned like that before?
Is anyone in the next room?
Fuck it.
I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about right now was the best orgasm I’d ever had and the guy that gave it to me, still buried deep inside me. I was reasonably sure I didn’t feel him cum in that fucking condom on his dick, although anything could have happened a few minutes ago and I probably wouldn’t have known when my world was coming apart.
“Jackie?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you OK?”
“I think I passed OK about seven minutes ago. But thanks for asking.”
He laughed. I liked a guy that could laugh when he was still buried deep inside you. And I liked a guy that could bury himself deep inside you. And I realized I was starting to like Micky Steele, or Jonathon, or whatever the fuck…
“Are you OK if I move you, Jackie?”
“You can do anything to me you fucking want to right now, Micky.”
“I think I want to lift you onto your knees.”
Oh Jesus, did I just say anything?
“I’m real close, Jackie. Believe me, I’m real close. I just need to have you on your hands and knees. Is that OK?”
“You’re not going to put it anywhere, um, else, are you?”
He laughed and it reminded me he was still deep inside me. I could feel his laugh from a place that was feeling a million different things right now.
“Um, no. No surprises Jackie, trust goes both ways. In fact, if I lift you right I won’t even have to pull myself out.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Hold on then.”
I felt him, hands on my hips, lifting my body. Hands that apparently had done bad things in the past. Hands that had saved my ass and delivered me a divorce in the last twenty four hours. Hands that rocked my world a couple of minutes ago. Well, hands and a cock that he ought to have bronzed.
He got me onto my knees and did exactly what he promised. His cock never once left my body, although I wasn’t sure it would have even been possible. My post orgasmic body was closing in around him like a tight glove around a big hand. I wasn’t sure how well he was going to be able to start moving that cock of his, but I know I was about to find out.
“Easy…”
He pushes me forward just a little so that I was on my elbows. It was a position that was comfortable, and I also felt myself open up wide. I felt one hundred percent vulnerable to him now and it was one of the most erotic feelings in the world.
Almost one of the most erotic feelings…
And just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, I felt him starting to pull himself out.
Still hard as a rock, sliding out of my pussy which was clenched around him like a fist. I thought I had felt every bit of him before, but I was gripped around him now like a tight muscle. I could feel every ridge of that big cock and I wondered how it felt to him. Almost on cue, I heard him moan as he started to speak.
“Jesus, you’re tight. Feels so fucking good.”
I wanted to respond to him but I was concentrating on his cock sliding out of me. He paused for a second as he started to slide it back in and I could feel my body responding to him again. He was deep before but since I was on my knees, his cock was touching parts of my body that felt like they had never been touched before. My breath was getting faster again, which didn’t make sense.
I’ve never cum twice before.
Ne
ver in the same night.
Never within five minutes of each other…
I felt his hands leaving my hips as he fucked me. He was rubbing my ass and exploring the outside of my body while that big cock of his did its job exploring me on the inside. Big soft hands, caressing me, touching parts of me that he promised not to exploit. I was as vulnerable as I’d ever been.
And I felt it coming on again. What the fuck?
“Oh baby, your body feels so fucking good. Just a couple of minutes, Jackie, and you’re going to have me cumming. I promise.”
“Uh huh.”
Oh that sounded sexy—not. I said it with a primal grunt. I was almost embarrassed because I felt myself getting ready to cum again like an oversexed teenager. I could feel his big cock throbbing —clearly he was on the edge himself. Just when I thought I could hold myself off he started to go back and forth faster. Of course he did—that was what guys did when they were ready to cum. Only this guy had a cock made of gold and he was threatening to pull my trigger.
“Jesus, your body feels good, Jackie. You are a fucking goddess.”
He was going faster now. I wanted to respond to him. I wanted to say something. And the only thing that came out was brutal honesty.
“You’re going to make me cum again, Micky.”
He didn’t stop and he didn’t slow down. I could feel him getting closer and I thought I could hold out. And then he decided to speak.
“Go ahead, baby. I want to feel you cum. I want us to cum together.”
The words alone would have been just fine, but as he finished speaking I could feel that left hand of his starting to wrap around me. Around my waist, between my legs, going exactly to the place where I didn’t particularly need him to go. But once he touched my clit my body absolutely exploded.
“Micky, I’m going to cum if you touch me…”
Too late.
I felt myself having my 2nd orgasm. It hit me almost as hard as the first but not hard enough that I missed him having his. Even with that fucking condom on him I could feel him pulsing deep inside me. Any doubt that he just came was erased by the moans that were coming from his mouth.
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