by Alexis Angel
We look at each other for several moments. Finally, I ask the burning question. “Have you ever thought that you might be missing out? I mean, maybe you like being a player and having different women to keep things interesting…” But maybe he doesn’t. “Do you ever wish you had time for more?”
Jake just shrugs, his eyes fixed on mine. I don’t say anything else, wondering if I’ve said too much. If my questions make it obvious that it’s exactly how I feel. I don’t regret putting my career first, but it does get lonely sometimes. It would be nice to have a warm body to come home to at night. One that was good for more than just helping me get off. Though that would have to be a given as well. Obviously.
I clear my throat and look at the stack of letters. We’ve barely made a dent. Probably because we spent more time talking than working.
I can’t get the idea of a warm body in my bed out of my head now that I’ve had the thought, and I glance back up at Jake, my lips curving up slyly. “You hungry?”
He takes the bait, his eyes glittering with naughty intentions. “You offering?”
“Well, I do know how much you enjoy something tasty to eat…”
“I do have quite the voracious appetite.”
“I think I might just be able to help you out with that,” I say. “If I remember correctly, I have some whipped cream at home. I’ve been saving it for a special dessert.”
“Sounds delicious.” Jake looks like he could devour me this second.
“Want to come over to my place for dinner? If you’re an extra good boy, maybe afterward you can have some of that dessert.”
Jake
“This was such a good idea,” Layla says as she chops some peppers.
“Glad you had it,” I tease, pouring two glasses of wine from the bottle she set out.
Her lips curve up, and I can't take my eyes from them. Those lips belong on my cock, but I’m trying my best to restrain myself. I really don’t want Layla thinking I’m only interested in her for the sex. Though she’s just as aware as I am that things are so damn hot between us, it’s only a matter of time before we combust.
“It’s been forever since I’ve really cooked a good meal. And even longer since I’ve done it with someone.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” I say, coming around the island in her kitchen and leaning against it as I offer her a glass of wine. She sets the knife down and turns to face me, clinking her glass against mine. “But hasn’t it only been a few days?”
“You know what I mean.” She laughs and swats at my chest, but I grab her wrist and pull, throwing her off balance so that she stumbles against my chest. A chuckle rumbles up my throat, and the way she bites her lip as she looks up at me, her eyes full of naughty intention. “Keep that up and we might not make it to dinner.”
“That’s the idea.”
Rolling her eyes playfully, she takes a sip of her wine, and then turns back to the cutting board. “Grab that pan, will you?” She nods her head toward the rack full of pots and pans hanging above the island.
Reaching over her head, I make sure my entire body presses against her from behind. Layla sucks in a breath when she feels my thick cock press against her ass. It’s been so fucking hard since the minute we got here and I stepped foot inside her apartment.
The knife clatters to the floor, and she turns her head to look at me, her eyes wide with mock-innocence. She lifts her fingers to her mouth. “Oops. Look at me being so clumsy.”
When she bends to retrieve it, her ass pushing back against my cock, I groan, setting the pan aside and gripping her hips.
“Fuck, Layla. I could fuck you so hard right now,” I bite out through gritted teeth. She’s certainly not making it easy on me to show her that I don’t only think about fucking her. Just ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent it’s still there in the back of my head, but I’m able to function somewhat normally.
Pulling away with a giggle, she grabs the pan and puts it on the stove, then turns on the burner to sauté the veggies we’re putting in the pasta. I figure I should probably attend to my job in the kitchen. Layla’s been doing most of the work because I’ve been too busy watching her and thinking about all the places we could fuck in her apartment. The few days since our date have been a few too many.
I grab a pot and fill it with water, then set it on the stove next to Layla’s sauce pan. My job is to boil the water. What can I say? Cooking isn’t exactly my favorite pastime. After I wipe the counter with a towel, I tuck it into my back pocket and settle in behind Layla again, brushing her hair aside to give me better access to her neck.
The half-moan, half-sigh that escapes her lips when my mouth brushes the sensitive skin at the side of her neck is so fucking sexy. I drag my teeth along the flesh, down her exposed shoulder, and then bite gently. Meanwhile, my hands have worked their way around to her chest and are kneading her tits gently. When she relaxes into my arms, I pinch both of her nipples hard.
Her head falls back as she moans, “Jacob.”
Laughing, I murmur, “Still not friends yet, are we?”
She’s so lost in the sensation of my hands and mouth on her body that she doesn’t respond. Not with words. Her body tells me plenty though. She’s pushing back against my cock again, her hips grinding against mine. Her breath is sharp and fast.
I fucking love how responsive she is to me.
Grabbing her hips, I spin her around to face me and lower my mouth to her tits, sucking and biting right through the thin fabric of her dress. The cry that comes from her sexy little mouth makes my cock twitch and throb, aching to feel her wet heat. Desperate to be inside her.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, clutching my hair in her fingers and pulling me harder against her chest.
With one quick movement, I grab her and set her on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs. Her dress rides high on her thighs, and I push it even higher until I have a clear view of her lacy black thong, already soaked through by her drenched pussy.
“Fuck,” I growl. Reaching for the thong, I hook my finger inside and pull. Hard. The sound of the fabric ripping to shreds must make her even hotter for me, because she grabs my head again and starts to pull me toward her pulsing pink lips.
Instead of going down on her yet, though, I make her wait.
“Jacob,” she whimpers, “I need you.”
I lean into her, my hips wedged between her thighs. “How much do you want it?”
Layla reaches around and grips my ass, pulling me tightly against her as she grinds against my cock, my pants the only thing that separates us now.
She grabs the towel from where it’s tucked in my back pocket and tosses it aside, then goes to work unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down around my hips. When my cock is finally free, she stares at it for a moment, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she meets my eyes with a hungry stare.
I smirk. “That much, huh?”
Her hands wrap around my thick shaft, and just as I’m about to let her do whatever the fuck she wants to me—because holy fuck, does she know how to handle me—a sudden roar to my right grabs my attention.
“Shit!”
“Oh fuck!” Layla yells at the same time. The towel she tossed aside landed right on the stovetop and it’s now literally gone up in smoke. Flames are reaching toward us, and I quickly move Layla aside and grab the towel, tossing into the pot of water that’s just starting to boil.
Just that fast, the entire kitchen is smoky, and Layla runs to the French doors leading out onto her balcony. She flings them open to let the smoke clear before the fire alarms go off.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she says, her eyes wide with shock.
I shake my head. That was fucking close. “Let’s step outside while the smoke clears,” I suggest, grabbing our wine glasses and heading toward the doors. Dropping a kiss on her cheek, I laugh. “I knew you were hot, baby, but goddamn. You set the whole place on fire.”
“Funny,” she say
s, but then she laughs. “That was crazy.”
Standing out on her balcony, we look out over Central Park to where the sun is setting further on the horizon.
“Nice view, huh?” she asks.
“Mm, I’d have to agree.”
She looks up at me, and realizing I’m not looking anywhere but at her, smiles slowly. Taking the wine glasses from my hand, she sets them aside.
“Now where were we?”
Layla
“Where we are is hardly as important as where we're going,” Jake says with a sly grin.
My mind starts racing with thoughts about us having sex right out here on my balcony. It's always been my fantasy to have really hot sex somewhere someone might see...and none of my other boyfriends have ever been okay with the idea, worrying about getting caught or just not seeing the thrill in it.
I look at Jake’s cocky smile, and yeah, I’m seeing a lot of potential thrills in fucking him right here, right now. I can tell he’s seeing it, too. I watch, mesmerized, as Jake peels off his clothes, and quickly. I like this whole idea that he’s tearing off his clothes—where someone might see, and even before I’m undressed. I may expose myself with Jake, but I never feel vulnerable with him; I take note of this observation and let it sink into my thoughts for the few seconds before Jake’s fingers are tracing the curve of my neck, and his breath is at my cheek. The mere presence of him arouses me, has me anticipating what comes next.
A man has never touched, teased, and pleased me like he does. I feel like I’m melting into a puddle under his fingers, his touch. A man that I’ve desired has never touched me like this...I want everything and I can’t resist. I knew that fooling around with Jake was a risky idea, but I went for it. I need how he makes me feel, and I can’t think about anything but Jake right now.
“You’re in your head,” Jake tells me, pinching my nipple so hard that I cry out a bit. “You can’t let your head take over what your body needs when you’re going to fuck someone,” he continues, releasing my nipple and making me whimper because I want him to touch me again the instant he stops. “I can get you out of your head...and out of your mind.”
“Oh?” I ask, but I already know the answer isn’t going to be anything he’s going to say to me. Words and your head go hand and hand...just like his hands and my body are perfect when they come together.
He just lets go of my breasts and takes one hand to between my thighs again, this time sliding it under my dress and pressing it right against my drenched thong. His hands make short order of all my clothes but my thong and I love being bare before him—and perhaps the rest of the neighborhood—but right now my body is for him.
“Like this,” he whispers, and then flicks my thong to the side. I grit my teeth and shiver as he runs his index finger over the length of my pussy, his touch so soft and maddening that I can barely think straight. That’s the idea, and it's definitely working. No other man even wanted to explore fucking in such a public place, but not only does Jake want to, but he knows what I need to enjoy it without even having to ask me. There’s a sense that Jake has about my body that is intoxicatingly accurate. He knows everything I desire before I can even think it.
When his finger finally finds my clit, he starts circling it smoothly, and a subtle moan flies out from between my lips. Then, moving fast, he flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy. I let out another gasp and, as I do it, he parts my inner lips with one finger and starts pushing it in. Hissing through my gritted teeth, I feel my insides burning up as he pushes his finger all the way in.
Reaching for my clit with his thumb, he starts fingering me while rubbing there. I thrust back against him like I did in the kitchen, eager to feel his body tightly pressed against mine, and my mind almost explodes as I feel his hard cock. Its shape fits right between my ass cheeks, and it feels even bigger than I remember it being. The moment I saw Jake for the first time, I wanted him, despite the reality of our situation. What we did in the restaurant...it wasn’t familiar territory for me. Everything with him so far is absolutely new ground for me, ground that I want to explore. I'll do anything with Jake as my guide, no problem. When he spins me around, that confident look that always seems to be plastered on his face is right there, and I'm grateful to have him here. Not to mention excited.
Breathing softly, his hands go down the side of my body, and he rests his fingers over the dimples on my lower back.
Pressing his body against mine, he leans in and, instead of taking his lips to mine he lays them on my neck, gently nibbling at my skin. At the same time, his hands go around my waist and he hooks his thumb on the hem of my thong. My heart is beating fast, anticipation making it pick up the pace.
I can’t believe we’re fucking up here, right on my balcony. I catch a brief glimpse of a neighbor and I don’t feel shame...just lust.
Running my fingers over the valleys between his abs, I then let my hands follow an upward line up to his chest. Holding the side of his face, I go on tiptoes and run my tongue along the crevice between his lips.
His hands go around my body, touching every inch of me. My nipples become even harder from the cool air outside.
He grabs me by the ass eagerly, the palm of his hands fitting perfectly over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he squeezes them softly. My body acting with a life of its own, I lower myself to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, I rest my hands on his knees and then let my fingers slide all the way to his inner thighs, Jake’s breathing growing deeper as I close in on his cock. Looking up at him, I start leaning in but I stop right before my lips touch the tip of his cock. Grinning, I part my lips and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his cock. He shudders as I do it and, exhaling sharply, he rests both his hands on the top of my head.
Using one hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers, feeling how busy they are producing all the cum he’s going to unleash over my body once we’re done. With my free hand, I trace the contour of his cock, my index finger sliding from the root of his member to its tip, and then doing the same movement in the opposite direction. I do it over and over again, teasing him mercilessly.
Finally succumbing to my own desire, I lean forward and rest my lips against the tip of his cock, softly kissing it. Opening my mouth, I then wrap my lips around it, feeling his warm flesh over my tongue. Sucking on him gently, I allow my lips to roll down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when the tip of his cock is firmly pressed against the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Layla,” he groans, tangling his fingers in my hair. Rolling my lips back, I start bobbing my head back and forth over his cock, pressing against his shaft with my tongue. Grabbing his member with my right hand, I then start to stroke him with a matching rhythm to that of my mouth, enjoying the way he’s breathing heavily.
“Fuck, Jacob,” I breathe with a grin.
“You like sucking my cock knowing anyone could see you?” Jake asks. The lascivious tone in his voice makes my nipples ache with raw need.
I look up at him and my lower lip trembles. “I do, Jacob, God, I love knowing anyone could see me sucking your cock. I don’t want to stop. I just want to suck you off and swallow all your cum,” I admit to him, breathless. I put his cock back in my mouth and bob up and down, applying enough suction to suck the damn life out of his cock.
“Layla, you’re so fucking gorgeous out here naked and sucking my cock so perfectly.” His voice is shaky and I know he’s close to coming. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” Jake growls.
And he means it. Gallons of cum shoot down my throat and I swallow up as much as I can, the feat impossible because there’s just so much. He blows an enormous load down my throat that spills out and dribbles down my chin, spills down my breasts. It turns me on to feel his hot cum on my body, spilling out. My whole body is on fire for Jake. I look up at the satisfied look on his face and I’m more than happy to drink up every last drop. I scoop up some of the cum on my breasts and bring it to my mouth.
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p; “Mmm,” I moan. “You taste so good,” I tell him, and I can feel myself grinning from ear to ear. I’m literally having as much fun as I’ve ever had right now. Even more than at the restaurant.
“You look so fucking sexy like this, licking up my cum and down on your knees. I'm going to fuck you so hard, Layla,” Jake growls, and there’s a devilish glint in his eyes that tells me that we’ve only just begun.
Jake sits me down on one of my chairs on the balcony, angling me so that he can place both his hands on my ass cheeks and spreads them wide. He pulls off my thong finally and starts licking me so deliciously that I can barely breathe. I am fully succumbing to the desires I have for him. His charming way that he tried to seduce me before is different now. I’m full of lust but he seems to be almost desperate for me in another way. In a way that I totally understand, because I’m already starting to crave him, too.
The tip of his fingers brush against my ass crack, and then he uses one finger to go up and down its length. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his finger on my hole, and that shiver turns into a thunderstorm as he presses down, slowly feeding his finger into my ass.
“Oh, fuck, that’s...Oh, God,” I moan as he twirls his finger inside my ass, my insides burning up as he starts pumping into it while licking my pussy. “Don’t stop, Jacob, don’t —” The words die in my throat as a violent orgasm rises inside of me, overtaking my conscious mind and pulling it down into the abyss of ecstasy. I don’t care that people can and probably are hearing us right now.
Both my pussy and ass tighten up, and I just stand up, sliding my wetness down on his face as I moan. Frozen in place like that, I let pleasure wash all over me, furious waves of ecstasy crashing against my mind, and only then do I dare to move. Breathing hard, so hard that my lungs feel on the verge of exploding, and I feel shaky, but Jake catches me.
