Pole Dance

by J. A. Hornbuckle

  "No TV?"

  "I'm not home much," I replied. I was working the corner of my couch. My heels were against the seat cushion and my arms were twined around my calves. "The cost of the unit and the cost of the cable to get any sort of 'unfuzzy' picture is kind of out of my budget right now. Plus, when I am home, I'm studying or doing laundry, etc., etc."

  I raised my eyes to Jake's and got caught, like always, in the tractor-beam of their golden depths.

  Jake scooted closer on the tiny sofa.

  "Liked the food?"

  His hand reached and snagged my neck.

  "Yeah, never had it before but am dead impressed." I was watching him coming towards me, bit by careful bit before hitting my lips with his in a short, soft kiss. His hand ran upwards from my elbow to my shoulder before sliding across my back as he used pressure to bring me to him, chest to chest. His head tilted forward again and he pressed his forehead to mine.

  "Liked coming in your hands last night, Darlin'," his lips never really, truly left mine but he began murmur against them as he spoke.

  "'Scuse me?" I squeaked as his words caused a forest fire to ignite inside me.

  "Want you, Caitlin. Want to be inside you. Can't think, Darlin', 'cept 'bout buryin' myself in your hot, wetness." Jake's forehead was plastered against mine, his voice unbelievably gruff. He pulled back a bit, which I think was done to gauge my reaction to his words.

  "Me, too," I admitted on a breathy sigh, but still mesmerized by Jake's eyes. To tell the truth, our whole conversation was surreal. My mind couldn't make sense of it as my thoughts were on the 'Jake of Last Night', not the 'Jake of the here and now'. Not to mention that this man, this gorgeous hunk of male flesh, used his fingers to give me magic and had then allowed me, had taught me, how to make him feel the magic, too.

  I reached my hand out to Jake and watched as he snagged my fingers.

  I took the initiative and stood up, pulling on his hand as I maneuvered him towards my bedroom. Jake reached for and encircled my waist firmly as we stopped at the end of my bed.

  "You sure, Darlin'?" he whispered leaning close to look into my shadowed eyes he bent in again for quick kiss.

  "'Bout time, don't you think?" I teased him softly as I stared back up at his face reflected in the moonlight and the soft glow of the living room lamps as I used my hands on the buttons of his untucked, blue oxford shirt to open it up as eagerly as a long awaited Christmas present. I slid the crisp cotton off his shoulders and dared to drop little kisses on his collar bones and well-muscled chest as I tried to slip the shirt sleeves off his hands. After I had his hands free, which took me a couple of tries before I realized I had to stop and unbutton his cuffs, he began to move his hands to the hem of my soft Henley top. I was glad I'd chosen my favorite thrift store piece to wear tonight since I thought the color of the waffle knit really set off my eyes and skin. His hands came back to stroke me between my shoulder blades after he had untangled my chin from the neckline and my hair that had gotten caught on the few buttons. So undressing one another wasn't as smooth and as sexy as I had envisioned, but we were still getting results--as in, getting each other naked.

  "Recognize the bra, babe," Jake said with a soft chuckle glancing down between us. Which he should since it was the one that I had worn for my unveiling in his office. His fingers stopped stroking my back and stopped at the clasp on my back. Within seconds I could feel the bands of the expensive silk loosen around me.

  "Wow," I breathed at his expertise in unhooking it so fast.

  "Wow," Jake echoed as he peeled the satin and lace from my chest and, again, viewed my unbound breasts. His hand reached up and traced the pearl of one dusky pink- tipped nipple as his other hand swept the silky fabric down and away.

  "Was aching to touch you then, Darlin'," he admitted on a whisper and I knew he was talking about when I had done my strip tease in front of his desk. I felt his palms gently cup the fullness of my breasts before his fingers began squeezing and turning my nipples. Oh God, I hadn't just imagined it last night. There really was a direct link between all my pink parts. My head began to whirl, almost dizzy from his teasing touch. I had been feeling him too, exploring all the wonderful muscles of his back but, at his words, felt myself grabbing the waistband of his jeans to steady myself.

  "Not quite, yet, Caitlin," Jake cautioned, completely misunderstanding my intent. His other hand slid down to the crotch of my jeans to cup me firmly. You could've paid me, but I wouldn't have been able to stop the thrust of my denim covered pussy into his hand or the, no longer soft, groan that my throat couldn't contain. That pressure, his warmth through the heavy fabric of my jeans, was my undoing. I was done with the playing, the teasing. I ached to have him inside me.

  "Jesus, babe," Jake moaned as he watched and felt me respond to him. He buried his lips in my neck and brought me back against his hard form to again subtly create the friction we both seemed to crave. Disconnecting his lips, he dipped low and brought me belly first into his shoulder, flipping me onto the mattress before quickly covering me with the length of himself. His lips again captured mine as our tongues firmly danced wetly together in a rhythm my body was screaming to have within me.

  Jake raised himself and looked into my eyes as his hands reached for the button of my jeans. I could only stare back at him as he finally released me from the denim. Slipping his weight to my side, I felt him tug my jeans down and I lifted and wiggled my hips to help him peel me out of my tight pants. When they were at my knees, he raised his eyes to mine smiling at the sight of my thong.

  "Good thing you kept them on, Darlin'," he said and I knew he was again referring to the dance in his office. I raised a cloth-bunched knee in silent supplication, asking for help in getting rid of the extraneous covering. Jake complied and helped me clear myself of the unwanted material. After tossing the offending denim aside, his lips again met mine as his hand roamed down over my chest, tweaking one nipple lightly before moving lower onto my belly and finally settling to rub the wet-soaked juncture of my panties.

  "Jake" I moaned into his mouth as I planted my feet on the mattress to better thrust myself against his hand.

  "Jesus, Cait." I heard him moan. "Fuckin' gorgeous."

  His hand moved and I felt it slide inside, all the way down inside my panties, before his finger found and circled my swollen clit. My body was a bowstring of tenseness as his fingers continue to rub over and around my pleasure center and I grabbed his back pulling him to me as my hips churned seeking release. I opened my eyes to see him watching as his fingers move beneath the silk before his eyes slid up my body to my face. I was so freaking close and I knew Jake knew it, felt it as he whispered, "Fucking beautiful, Cait. Every inch."

  I sensed him shifting to lay next to me as both sides of my thong were yanked down my legs. The air was cool on my wetness, which after his ministrations, now moistened even the tops of my thighs. My soaked panties were carelessly tossed away and Jake repositioned himself between my legs until I felt his warm breath on the sensitive skin of my lower tummy. He rained soft kisses in a trail down my body, while he moved even lower and finally knelt at the end of my bed. He lightly grabbed my ankles and slid me down until the mattress edge was behind my knees.

  "Gonna eat you, babe," he rumbled on a whisper he raised my legs to drape over his shoulders while his thumbs pulled back my outer lips to expose my core and all my pinkness in its swollen glory. "I remember that smell," he murmured thickly before I felt his mouth drop and begin to, there's no other word for it, devour me. I couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure my throat was making at the feel of his lips on me. It was his wet rotating tongue combined with his gentle sucking that had me in a frenzy but it wasn't until I felt one of his fingers gently easing up into my tight, wet hole that I totally lost it. I crashed on the orgasmic wave only marginally aware that my hands were now gripping his hair and my hips were still bucking, riding his tongue. His fingers slowed as they slid in and out of my creamy channel. I heard him
moving at the end of the bed but he continued to nuzzle and sweetly kissed around my mound, never breaking contact but giving my body time to recover.

  "Better than imagined, Darlin'," Jake murmured as he wiped my wetness from his mouth and cheeks on my thigh before sliding up my body and bouncing the head of his hard length against my sensitive clit.

  'When had he removed the rest of his clothes?' I wondered only half-heartedly as my body continued to pulse.

  Our mouths again fused and I tasted myself on his tongue until Jake disengaged to lean over and snag his jeans from the side of the bed to pull out a condom. Jake put the foil packet against my lips.

  "A little help here?" he asked on a grin, eyes dancing into my still-thumping from the-coming-of-all-comings, wide-opened eyes. I gripped my teeth on a corner of the small square as he peeled the rest of it away in order to open the packet. He pulled the latex out with one hand and falling to his side, Jake carelessly tossed the foil on the floor. I watched in rapt attention as he slid the condom over the long length of his beautiful, rigid cock being careful to keep a space at the sensitive head; a movement which ended in a sexy hip thrust into his fisted hand. I felt a resounding spasm in all of my pink bits.

  I wanted that hardness inside me.

  I needed him inside me.

  Without thinking, I threw my leg around him and anchored myself with one foot on the floor but aimed myself over his tightly sheathed hardness.

  "I want you" I said, echoing his growl and rubbing my pink swollen leaves against his covered stiffness coating the latex with my own natural lubrication. I saw the flare in the depths of his eyes which I took for acquiescence as he grabbed his hard length in his hand and pointed it towards my creamy wetness. I felt the heated tip of him through the latex, firm against my juicy opening as I lowered myself. "I need you, Jake," I whispered as I tried to explain my bold moves to both him and myself as I angled the core of me to receive and began to slip down, inch by inch, onto his hard cock.

  I was full of him and, with so little experience, as full as I could possibly be. I stayed right there, feeling my pussy lips against the base of him, pausing on his length for a breath or two before I straightened and felt my hips, almost involuntarily, begin to move. Thrusting and churning, I rose up and down on that unholy length and he seemed to allow me to set the pace; a pace that I was comfortable to ride. Anchoring my hands on his wash-board abs, I sat straighter and dropped my head behind me as all my other pink areas screamed 'Jake' at the top of their lungs.

  *.*.*.*.*

  'Fucking hell,' Jake thought as he watched his rock-hard dick being devoured by Caitlin's wet pussy and felt her hair caress his thighs as she arched her neck back while she impaled herself on him in a sweet moan. Never had he witnessed something so erotic, so fuckin' primal as watching her enjoyment in riding his cock. Her juicy tightness seemed made just for him and, succumbing to his primitive urge, he grabbed a hip in each hand as he began to propel himself, fast and hard, up into her. Her succulent nipples bounced in rhythm to his thrusts a scant few inches from his face. Jake curled up and with one hand pressed between her shoulders to bring her chest towards him, he lowered his head to capture one of her bouncing, pink tips in his mouth and began to suck greedily. As he moved, she glided her arms up to his shoulders and arched back even further to give him better access to her chest. Hearing her harsh groan and feeling her hands tense on his skin, he moved to suckle her other breast hoping to bring her closer to what his body instinctively knew was near.

  He could feel his own bliss building at the base of his spine and knew he was gonna come and come hard. Wrapping an arm around her ass while bracing the other behind him for better leverage, Jake pulled Caitlin harder against him, crushing her breasts to his muscled chest and felt her nails begin to dig in to his shoulders as she began to lose herself to the sensations that were flooding her now. He felt his balls coiling as they prepared to empty themselves into her. Wanting her pleasure first, he moved his hand from her hips and slid it between them to press and roll against her engorged clit.

  "Jake," she cried as his thumb rotated and flicked her swollen nub as he moved himself in and out of her even faster, harder. "I'm gonna, oh, God, Jake, I'm gonna"

  Feeling her begin to pulsate and clinch as her hips jerked around him, Jake moved his lips and sought her mouth. He rocked up and down, in and out as he swallowed the sounds of her cries of her body's release within the mating of their mouths. Close behind her, he could feel his jets spiraling up his rigid cock before releasing out into the reservoir of the condom as he gave himself over to his own orgasm. At some point, his lips had moved from her mouth to her neck and he felt his own grunts of pleasure reverberate against her skin. Not wanting to let the feeling go, Jake moved his hips slowly, dragging her up and down his long length, in and out of her still quivering tightness.

  Caitlin dropped her head to his chest as he laid back in the bed and she again moaned, only softer this time and with only a soft twitch of her hips.

  "Oh my God," he heard her sigh. There were more than a few beats of silence in the small room as they both tried to get their breathing under control. Their hands continued to stroke and caress each other, not wanting to let their bodies reactions recede. Finally, Jake lightly pushed against her hips giving the silent signal to disengage which Caitlin did carefully before tucking herself to his side, her head on his chest.

  "Need to get rid of this, Darlin'," Jake explained just before she was able to settle fully against him, and he did a slow ab-curl to sit up on the edge. After flushing the condom, Jake stopped at the end of the bed and just looked at her still lying curled on one side, naked on top of the covers taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her in the reflected light. He shook his head and his lips were twitching as he sat down on the edge and began stroking the hip closest to him.

  "Caitlin?"

  "Mm-hmm," she answered, her eyes moving to him but not quite focusing

  "This a twin bed, pretty girl?" he asked with a tremor in his voice. Caitlin raised up on one elbow and looked at him as he tried to find space to perch on the edge of her tiny bed.

  "Uh, yeah. Why?" When he didn't respond, Caitlin continued. "I was only allowed to take the furniture from my room and I only had a twin bed when I lived with my folks," she explained the tiniest defensiveness creeping into her voice.

  Jake listened and had a small thought run through the back of his mind, too fast to catch. He watched his hand as he ran it softly up from her knee to her hip as he stilled himself to grab the thought when it rounded his mind again.

  "As the sole beneficiary didn't you inherit the whole of their estate?" He asked after catching the thought as it again circled his mind. This didn't make sense. There wasn't any reason she shouldn't have gotten all the household furnishings unless there were collectibles or other items that had a high value. Beds? Shouldn't have even been a consideration. He'd have to get a copy of the will and talk to Sam, his lawyer one town over to get to the bottom of this. Jake's humor at their amorous and vigorous love-making on such a small space was forgotten when he thought through the little bit he knew about inheritance law having experienced first-hand after his dad's passing and his brother's death in Afghanistan. His inner voice was telling him something wasn't right. He'd have to let it go for now, though, until he had enough to go on.

  Jake again glanced at Caitlin, turning his mind back to the curves highlighted in the glow from the other room, and saw she was looking at him solemnly. Too solemnly following their activities from earlier. Lowering his hand from her waist he pressed in silent appeal for her to move and laid down next to her gathering her against his body, first back to front then side to chest but there just wasn't any hope for it no matter which configuration he tried. He finally slid underneath the covers and moved Caitlin beneath them as well as he lay on his back with her tucked into his side.

  "Darlin', won't be able sleep with you on a twin bed," he rumbled into her hair with a smile that s
he could hear in his voice, as his feet dangled off the bottom of her mattress. "While it worked this first time 'cause I couldn't wait to have you, we won't be able to play proper on such a small field."

  Caitlin, lying more on him than off, lifted her face towards him as he spoke and he watched her eyebrows come together on the 'play proper' portion of his sentence.

  "Babe," he explained further trying very hard to only chuckle and not to give into the full laughter inside as he remembered their recent movements as well as the mental picture of the two of them trying to sleep together in the tiny mattress, "Your bed's too small." He watched the furrow between her brows as it deepened to a full-fledged scowl. "Wanna sleep with you, Caitlin," he continued, watching her as she dropped her face to roll even further onto him, now burying her face into his neck as his voice continued, moving to cover herself. Jake knew, as young as she was, how exposed she must be feeling at both their earlier activities and his straight talk of her less-than-adequate bed. Jake leaned forward and dropped a soft kiss on her forehead as he used the arm wrapped around her back to rub between her shoulder blades.