by Chloe Cole
Jake held on tight, trying to hold back, but the greedy pull of her ever tightening pussy milking him, sucking at him, was just too much. Staring down at the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen, he plowed into Mickey one last time, hard. He let out a bellow as the tension pooled low in his groin, swelling his dick even further, tightening his balls to almost pain before the hot cum pulsed forward. It moved up his length and out of his body as waves of euphoria crashed over him.
Long moments passed as the room grew silent but for the sound of their heavy breathing. Jake pulled himself from her gently and turned her to face him. He attempted an arrogant smile, but it felt false on his lips. “Well, Gracie. That was pretty damn good. And we still have a couple hours left,” he said with as much nonchalance as he could manage.
Dammit, why does it feel so weird? He had just had the best sex of his entire life and he felt somehow unsatisfied, like he wanted to curl up next to her and kiss her forehead or rub her back and talk or something.
He gave himself a mental shake. She had been a really hot piece and he was just marinating in a spectacular postsex haze. She was just another chick, albeit a gorgeous one, and in a few minutes, once the euphoria wore off, he’d be back to normal.
Mickey cleared her throat. “You did a fine job. I appreciate it. Could you close your eyes so I can dress?” she asked primly. Her face flamed as he stared.
“We still have two hours.”
He swore to himself even as he said it. He sounded like such a loser, begging her to stay. But damn it, he knew it had been good for her, so why the rush to leave all of a sudden?
“I’m sorry, I just can’t. This was really great, but I’m really confused right now and I think I need to go.”
Chapter Ten
As Mickey turned her attention to dressing, she realized her hands were still shaking, her legs felt like jelly…and she felt wonderful, like an eighty-pound weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Years worth of tension, gone. The sex had been unreal. Just what she had always hoped and dreamed it would be before her mother had convinced her otherwise. Now, she felt skittish. Like a schoolgirl with her first crush or something equally silly. She clamped down hard on her emotions, mentally chastising herself. Romanticizing this encounter was not the way to go.
She moved to face Jake, taking a deep breath. “Listen, we don’t want to make more out of this than it was…” She looked into his eyes for confirmation.
“Whatever you say,” he drawled as he cleaned up and slid his pants back on.
She tried not to look at his body, but it was an exercise in futility. His bare stomach and chest were so strong, so defined. Her face heated as his nimble fingers maneuvered his still hard cock into his jeans before he buttoned his fly. As she flicked her tongue out to moisten her dry lips, she looked up and realized he was watching her. His eyes were molten as he stared, electricity arcing between them.
“You sure you can’t stay until morning?” he asked, his voice sounding like he just swallowed a shard of glass. “I’ll even make you breakfast.”
Damn it, why did he have to be so sexy and sweet? She could’ve held strong against one or the other. But tonight he had proven he was special. He’d put himself on the line, been willing to risk another bar fight to defend her honor, but was secure enough in his manhood to step back and let her defend herself when she wanted to. Then, he had blown her mind in the sex department. And now he was offering to cook for her. What was not to like?
But he was a bad boy. Mickey knew that as sure as she knew her own name. Love ’em and leave ’em Jake. And damned if she was going to fall for him and let him leave her. She would rather be the one doing the leaving, and she’d better do it now while she still had the willpower.
“That’s a great offer, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to pass.”
“All right then, how about a kiss goodbye before I walk you out?”
Against her better judgment, she found herself nodding. “Okay. One kiss.”
Her hair was tousled, her cheeks rosy, her lips swollen. And something in him had clicked as he watched her putting her clothes on, preparing to walk out of his life. He wasn’t going to let her go. Mickey wasn’t going to be on board with that plan of action. In her mind, they had their fling and they were done. She’d have to have some major willpower if she hoped to blow him off, because he was going to pull out all the stops to get her to change her mind. He would do whatever it took to ensure that he could spend more time inside Mickey Grace. Not only was he drawn to her physically in a way he had never experienced with any other woman before, but he genuinely liked her. She was funny, ballsy, and a good person to boot. He would be a fool to let her get away. And Jake Thompson was nobody’s fool.
She walked toward him for her goodbye kiss and he pulled her close. Cupping her chin in his hand, he kissed her lightly on the forehead, then brushed his lips against her eyelids, her nose, and both corners of her mouth. She let out a soft hum. He pressed his lips to hers and she melted against him. Sliding his hands down over her shoulders, he skimmed past her collarbone, over her breasts. He paused for an instant, thumbing her nipples into peaks before moving to her waist, then allowing his hands to settle on her hips. He arched forward, grinding his rapidly thickening cock against her pubic bone and groaning into her mouth. She pressed back and whimpered as he bent to slip his hands under her knees, scooping her into his arms.
“Jake…” she whispered.
“I know you have to go, Mickey, but just a little longer, okay?”
Relief winged through him as he felt her nodding into his shoulder.
He laid her back onto the bed and quickly shucked his jeans. She leaned toward him, wrapping one arm around the backs of his thighs, bringing his twitching cock in direct contact with her waiting mouth.
Jake watched in the pale moonlight as she rubbed her closed lips softly back and forth over him. Then she gripped him in one hand, opened her lips wide, and took him deep into her mouth.
“Damn, that’s good,” he murmured as he ran his fingers through her silky hair.
She pulled away and smiled up at him. “Glad you like it.”
Jake groaned as she captured him again, and began to suck him off hard. He was relieved that it was a little easier to go slow this time, their earlier session having taken the edge off. Then she took him deep, her throat closing around him in a sensual grip, and any control he had snapped.
His hand tightened in her hair, and he used it as an anchor as she worked that molten, suckling mouth on his straining cock over and over. He began to pump his hips in counterpoint, fucking her mouth. His world became a pinprick, his vision blurred, and his head roared as he raced toward orgasm. Mickey never let up, reaching up to cup his balls in one hand. By some Herculean force of will he halted with seconds to spare, almost tripping in his haste to free himself.
What the fuck was that about? He was supposed to be winning her over, blowing her mind. Not the other way around. He already knew he was hooked. Now, he had to hook her back.
“Jesus, Mick, that was…” He couldn’t find words to describe just how sexy she was and how turned on he was.
She just grinned up at him, looking pleased as punch with herself. Not the look he was going for. He had to make her crazy, make her delirious for him, and then make her come harder than she’d ever come in her life. Game on.
When Mickey had decided to stay, she also decided that if she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. She would worry about the ramifications tomorrow, but tonight was hers and Jake’s.
She watched him from the bed, seemingly trying to collect himself, and gave herself a mental high five. She must be doing something right.
Her euphoria morphed into anticipation as he climbed onto the bed and loomed over her, straddling her hips. Grabbing her tank top, he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on when she’d gotten dressed, and she felt a thrill as he stared hungrily at her n
aked breasts.
Jake bent low, taking one hard nipple into his mouth. She groaned as he nipped and sucked. Breathing in his musky scent, she reached up to cup his head, but he pulled away.
Mickey whimpered in protest.
“Don’t touch me. I’m touching you right now,” he commanded.
She lowered her hands to her sides as he bent his head to her breasts again and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Arching her back to press herself deeper into his mouth, Mickey growled in frustration as he pulled back yet again.
“Uh uh, no cheating, Gracie. Stay still, or I’m going to punish you.”
Why did the threat cause a gush of heat to pool between her thighs?
He leaned in once more, rubbing his tongue over her nipples again and again. Then, taking one in his teeth, he batted it with his tongue. She twisted beneath him, struggling to keep from grabbing his head again, knowing it would be futile.
“Please, Jake.”
“No talking until I say so.”
She closed her mouth abruptly, frustration building. Mr. Bossy-pants was going to–
“Good girl, Mickey, good girls get rewards,” he said as he slid his cock low to press against her heated entrance.
Oh yeah. Her hips rose to meet him as the head of his thick cock pressed into her pussy. She groaned in relief, and he pulled out.
“What did I say, Mickey? No talking. No moving. Now you’re going to get a spanking. And if you’re a good girl, when we’re done, you can ride my cock.” His bold words and the raw heat of his tone sent a thrill skittering through her before settling between her hips.
Jake rolled away and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Their eyes met, and he motioned for her to climb onto his lap.
Mute, she shook her head.
“Now,” he barked, his face tense.
She stood on the precipice, wondering how far she would dare to let him go with this game, and she realized she wanted to grab this experience with both hands. She rolled to her knees and crawled around him, draping herself facedown over his lap. Her face burned as she imagined her bare ass in the air, but her initial humiliation fled as he flexed his cock beneath her. She willed herself to stay still and not to grind desperately against him.
“Good,” he said a moment before his hand came down sharp–smack. She stiffened, then groaned as he caressed her with a gentle touch before bringing his palm down again hard. Smack.
Mickey tried to separate the pain from the pleasure. Her senses were running hot and, although her ass cheeks burned from the contact, she could also feel Jake’s cock pressing against her soaking wet pussy. Smack.
She tried not to move as he slid the head of his dick back into her pussy.
Smack.
His hips flexed, pressing his hard length another few inches into her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He palmed her ass and pressed firmly, impaling her farther onto his rigid cock. She shook from the effort of remaining still and pressed her face into the mattress to keep from begging.
At the next slap, she arched her hips almost reflexively, groaning as he filled her as deeply as he could from that angle. A second later she was bereft as he pulled out completely. She sobbed.
“Mickey, if you are going to continue to disobey me, it’s going to be a very long night.” His hand crashed down on her ass, and her flesh began to burn and throb.
Delicious.
Jake wondered if Mickey knew he was punishing himself as much as her. He was trembling with the effort not to just flip her over and fuck her brains out, but he needed to get to her on an elemental level. A woman like her could find a million guys to fuck her. He wanted to stand out, wanted to take her completely, to make it so that no one else could compare, and that urge gave him superhuman willpower.
At that point in his lesson, he had to close his eyes for a minute to shut out the eroticism of her lying over his lap. Her ass was plump and pink from his hand, and if he stared at her any longer he was going to explode and humiliate himself by coming on her instead of in her.
Smack.
As he rubbed and squeezed her ass, he again gave her a few inches of his cock, reveling in the searing heat that closed tight over him. She fought to remain still, but her breath came in gasps as, despite her efforts, her body quaked as she lay atop him.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and slid his hands down over the silken skin of her ass, tracing the dark crevice with one finger, slipping lower. He parted her thighs where he and she were precariously joined and he eased his hips back, pulling his dick out of her. He replaced it with two fingers, groaning as he thrust them into her waiting heat. Her hips shifted almost imperceptibly and he stilled. She let out a muffled sob.
“Now Mickey, repeat after me–” he slid his fingers deep “–I want you.”
“I want you,” she whimpered.
“To eat my pussy,” he continued.
She groaned and shook her head. He flexed his fingers inside her.
“I want you to eat my pussy until I come. Say it, Mick, or I’ll keep you like this all night, right on the edge.”
She shook and sobbed and tried to press harder onto his fingers. She was close, so close. He could feel it in the tension of her body, the tightening of her grasping walls.
He pulled out, sliding her off his lap to stand. He rose, scooped her up in his arms, and walked toward the master bathroom.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
He set her on the counter and turned the lights on low. Her breathing was labored, her gaze fevered as she waited for his answer.
Mirrors surrounded them on three sides.
“Look at yourself, Mick.”
She turned her head to the side and looked. He hoped she saw what he did. Pouty, sexy lips. Perfectly formed breasts with hard, flushed nipples. A living, breathing embodiment of sexuality and healthy adult need.
“You are so fucking beautiful. You are so fucking sexy. You should hold nothing back. What is there to be afraid of? Say what you want, Mick. You deserve to get what you want,” he urged in a low voice.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” He moved between her thighs and palmed his cock in one hand. He stared down at her glossy, pink pussy and groaned. He was painfully hard and it took all he had not pump his fist a few times and come on her just to relieve the unbearable tension in his balls. But they were at an impasse and he had to get her over the hump.
He looked up and caught her watching him. He gripped himself and stroked upward, staring intently at her face, gauging her reaction. Her tongue darted out and her nostrils flared delicately.
Ah, she liked watching him. He rubbed himself again, pumping his fist up and down his engorged cock, squeezing the head. She gasped. He glanced down to see the bead of moisture weeping from his dick. She met his eyes.
“When I saw you in your cell. You looked…” She trailed off as her eyes flickered down again.
He said a silent prayer for his sanity as he began to work himself harder, up and down. Her breathing grew more labored as his penis lengthened and pulsed, dripping precum.
“Do you like that cock, baby? Tell me you like it.”
“I do. I like it,” she whispered.
“I can’t hear you, Mick. What did you say?” He could feel the cum pooling in his balls now, ready for launch, but he pressed on.
“I like it. I like a lot,” she said, a little louder now.
He stilled and released himself as his cock jerked and twitched. He willed himself not to come.
“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard, please,” she whispered.
Elation soared through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. She was almost there, completely open to him.
He knelt in front of her, breathing in her scent. He flicked his tongue against her swollen clit and she jerked, crying out. He sucked the hard little nub into his mouth, expertly working it with lips and tongue.
His body tensed as hers did, and he slid two fingers into her, d
eep. She froze and he knew that with one breath, one move, she would crash over him.
“Jake,” she sobbed, arching her hips to take him deeper, to send her over.
He retracted his fingers until just the tips remained within her and she moaned, unsatisfied.
“Beg. Beg me for it, Mickey. Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it.” He breathed the words against her, his lips inches away from her pussy as creamy liquid trickled down her thigh. He bit her there and she jerked again, in the agony of anticipation.
He licked her center once and her pussy fluttered against his fingers. “Nope. We can stay like this forever. Beg.”
Something in her seemed to break as she sobbed and shook. “Please, Jake. Please fuck me. I want that cock deep inside my pussy when I come. Please,” she groaned.
He stood like a shot and fully withdrew his fingers from her body, grabbed his dick, and pushed the mushroom head into her waiting heat. “Good girl, Mick. That’s it. Now take it,” he growled as he clutched her hips, driving himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Mickey reached around him and clutched his ass to anchor him to herself for a moment before she thrust her hips in response. He pulled out and long stroked her again, then pounded all the way back in. He gripped her hips tight and fucked her hard, slamming her over his distended cock once, twice, and then he felt her whole body still as she screamed.
He flexed hard, feeling her inner walls pulling at him, urging his own release. He pulled back and thrust home one last time as her body bucked and convulsed over him, soaking him with her juices until he could hold back no longer. Just as he was about to come, she grabbed his balls tight in her hand and slid her pussy off him. She was still gasping, but managed to utter the three words that brought him low.
“In my mouth.”
He almost spurted into the air then, and shook his head to clear it as this magnificent woman knelt between his legs, gripping his bobbing cock in her fist. She closed her bee-stung lips over his cock and sucked him all the way in. His balls tightened even further until they felt like they’d completely drawn up inside him. He stared at her glorious head, bobbing up and down on him, and was undone.
