Jokers Wild: Stripped Bare

by Lena Matthews

  “I said don’t let go,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

  “Fuck that, fuck me,” she begged as she pushed into him.

  Jerking out of her, he winced as her nails scratched him in attempt to keep him inside of her. Sitting back on his haunches, he breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of their sex in the air. “Turn over,” he ordered.

  Sitting up, she pushed her sweat-covered hair out of her eyes. “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  “Look, I’ll just put my hands back up.”

  Getting on his knees, he pulled her forward and kissed her roughly. Running his hands down her backside, he brought his palm down sharply against her ass cheek. Pulling his mouth away, he looked down into her stunned eyes, heavy with desire, and said, “I told you to roll over.”

  Missy moved back and rolled over until she was lying on her stomach. Brody bit back a groan as he saw her full, white globes come into view.

  “Get up on your knees,” he said huskily as he stroked his still erect cock.

  “This is not a very dignified position,” she chuckled nervously, but she did as he said.

  Brody rubbed his cock as she got up on all fours, and moving between her spread legs, bent down and put his fingers in her opening. “Who wants to be dignified?” he moaned, as he flicked her clit with his fingers. He held her lips a bit apart so he could slide more easily into her wet body. Pushing the head of his cock in slowly, he eased back into her, giving her a few minutes to once again adjust to the size of his cock, before he started to fuck her.

  Gripping Missy’s hips, Brody fucked her with a steady rhythmic motion. Her puckered rosette called to him, though. The harder he grasped her thighs the further her cheeks spread, the more the need to fuck her delectable ass grew inside him. He wanted to slide his cock, wet from their combined juices, inside her forbidden hole. Pulling out slowly, he rubbed his hand around his condom-covered cock, and lubed his fingers with the juices from their bodies.

  Brody continued his steady rhythm as he ran his wet finger over her puckered hole. Fleetingly over the rim, not yet pushing in, but moistening it.

  Missy tensed and looked over her shoulder at him. “Are you going to…”

  Gripping her hips again, Brody replied, “Would you let me?”

  “Umm,” she said. Trying to talk while being fucked wasn’t something she was obviously good at. “I’ve never done it before.”

  Pulling back, Brody slid his cock back, until only the tip remained in. Plunging back in, he leaned forward and pulled her up off the bed, so she was sitting back on him, but held up on her knees. Moving his hands up and cupping her breasts, he teased and tugged on her nipples as he gyrated his hips up into Missy. “That wasn’t a no,” he groaned.

  “It’s your way Brody,” she moaned, gushing down on him as she rocked into his cock. “Anything you want, anywhere.”

  Her words sent chills down his spine. Pushing her forward again, he dropped her breasts and gripped her hips as he powered into her, speeding up his rhythm. Brody fucked her like tomorrow would never come.

  His cock, hard and thick, plunged into her over and over until he felt her body began to shake. The walls of her pussy once again clenched down on him as her body neared release. Unbeknownst to Missy, she had just hit on his sexual Achilles heel. Brody craved to make her body his, completely.

  He had this caveman urge to dominant her sexually, none of that and S and M shit, just to be able to do anything and everything sexually satisfying to her that he could. For Missy to say what she said, and not know what he wanted, drove him mad, because despite what she said here in the heat of passion, she wouldn’t mean it later. And he had to fuck that thought out of his head. She should be his, all his.

  Moaning, Missy shook and screamed his name as she came again. Shoving her ass back at him, she pounded him as much as he had pounded her. The sounds of her satisfaction rocked him to his core and tore the orgasm out of him. Literally causing him to scream out, part in pleasure and part in pain, as he shoved into her for one last stroke, gripping her harder than he had all evening. Brody screamed his release like a cry to heaven. The feel of her body, the thought of having ownership of her body, had been too much for him to handle.

  Looking down at Missy, who was still on her knees, but laying forward flat, he watched as her body quaked with orgasmic aftermaths, and heard her lightly chant, “Oh My God”, over and over again.

  Brody pulled out of her body slowly and sat back on his butt. His limp cock lay tired and wet between his quivering thighs, shaken from the Olympic pole-vaulting it had just supported. Aching and wet, his body felt alive for the first time in years.

  Moving to the edge of the bed, he looked at Missy, who still had her ass up in the air. “You okay sweetheart?” he asked, rubbing her back.

  “I’m better than okay,” she smiled, turning her head. “Can I move yet, or do I have to still lie this way?”

  Chuckling, Brody lovingly brushed stray hairs away from her face. “You can move. If you can.”

  Missy chuckled herself and slowly stretched her legs out from under her. “I’m not so sure I can move far.”

  “Don’t, I’ll take care of you.” Brody got up from the bed, walked to the connecting bathroom, and turned on the light. Grabbing a washcloth off the rack, he first cleaned himself and disposed of the well-used condom, and then got a fresh towel out and wet it with warm soapy water for Missy.

  Walking to the bed, Brody turned on the nightstand lamp, and looked down on a lightly sleeping Missy. She was still lying on her stomach, leaving her delectable derrière exposed to his watchful eye. Cursing the manners his mother had crammed down his throat, he turned off the light before cleaning between her legs. Brody knew that if she woke up in the midst of him tidying her up and saw the light, she would kill him, and things were going way to good to screw them up now for a quick peek. The last thing he wanted to do was to give Missy any reason to think that he was untrustworthy.

  Taking the towel back to the bathroom, he dropped it into the sink and turned off the light. He wanted to shower, but he didn’t want to chance her disappearing while he was cleaning up, so a whore’s bath would have to do, he thought, disgruntled.

  Climbing back on the bed with her, he slid next to her, gathered the folded sheet at the bottom, and pulled it up over them. Spooning her from behind, he thought back over their little fuck fest.

  Missy had been as delicious as he had always imagined. She had taken every stroke and given back two. She was spectacular, and she was his. Brody knew that she would be a challenge, even after all this, but he was up for the task. The only problem would be with him being able to keep tight control of his domineering desires.

  Chapter 7

  Missy awoke to the smell of frying bacon drifting in the air. Opening her eyes, she glanced around the room trying to get her bearings. This was not her apartment, she thought, sitting up, startled in the strange bed. The covers fell off her sore, naked body, and that quick she remembered where she was and whom she had been with.

  Smiling, she lay back in the comfortable bed and wiggled under the covers. Her body felt deliciously sore. She tingled from head to toe, and ached in places she hadn’t since riding her friend’s horse in the seventh grade. Life was good, she thought with a smile.

  Looking over at the nightstand, Missy spied her glasses, leaned over, and picked them up. Plopping them on, she looked around the room, something she wasn’t able to do last night due to the lack of light. Brody’s bedroom was Asian inspired, with few furnishings and lots of wide, empty space. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and sighed in relief that she still had several hours before she had to be at work.

  Missy hopped out of bed and picked up the robe lying over the foot of the black silk bedspread. The door opened as she tied the belt loosely around her waist. Turning, she looked into the eyes of a smiling Brody, who was holding a cup of coffee.

  “Morning sleepyhead,” he said
, coming into the room. Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, Brody grinned as he handed Missy the mug. “I didn’t know if you had to work today. I was about to come and wake you up.”

  “Not until two,” she said, sipping the black coffee. “What about you?”

  “My brother and I are getting together later today.”

  “Well, I’ll just get out of your way,” Missy replied, setting the cup down on the nightstand and walking towards his bathroom.

  “Whoa there, Trigger.” Brody laughed, pulling on the robe. “Who said you were in my way? We have plenty of time for breakfast.”

  Smiling, Missy felt relieved. She didn’t want him to think that she was trying to crowd him. There was nothing she wanted to do more than to linger with him over coffee and toast, and talk about their day. Brody was very habit forming and like all bad habits, he would be hell to give up.

  “Let me just hop in the shower and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

  “You have five minutes. After that I won’t be able to vouch for breakfast.”

  “I’ll be there in four,” she teased, going into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, Missy let it warm up as she stared at herself in his mirror. Her brown hair was matted and flat on one side, and the little trace of makeup she had applied had long since disappeared. She looked like hell, but she couldn’t help smiling.

  Last night had been one of the most amazing nights of her life. Brody was an incredible lover. He had played her body like a fine instrument. Missy hadn’t come that hard and that often ever. He had demanded and she had surrendered; it was the hottest thing she had ever done. It was amazing how much power he had over her. Missy knew that she would do any and everything he wanted, no questions asked, and that was a scary thought.

  Stepping into the shower, she let the hot water soak her tender muscles. Leaning back, she wet her hair and washed it with the shampoo on the ledge. She didn’t want to keep him waiting, but she wanted to be able to look at least halfway presentable when she sat across from him at the table.

  Rinsing off, Missy stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Wrapping the soft cotton towel around her she walked into the bedroom, and saw her purse sitting on the bed. Opening it, she took out her comb and untangled her long hair. Pulling out the spare clip she kept in her bag, she clipped her hair up, allowing a few strands to fall down and curl around her face.

  Missy looked around for her clothes but couldn’t see them. She knew that she had left them on the floor, but they were gone now. Putting the robe back on, she left his room and followed her nose to the kitchen.

  Brody was dressed only in jeans, and was sitting at the round table drinking coffee and reading the paper. He looked comfortable and absolutely irresistible. He had set the table for two, with a glass of juice and a cup of steaming coffee in front of her plate. Brody had also taken the time to add a fresh cut rose across her empty plate. It was sweet and romantic, and completely not what she was used to.

  “Do you know where my clothes are?” Missy asked, sitting across from him at the table. Picking up the flower, she inhaled its powerful scent before setting it down next to her plate.

  “Yes,” he said, standing up and walking to the stove. Brody placed the newspaper down on the kitchen counter and opened the oven, removing two hot plates loaded with pancakes, eggs and bacon. Setting them in the center of the table he speared three pancakes and placed them on his plate.

  Waiting expectantly, Missy watched as he filled his plate. “Well, where are they?”

  “I’ve hidden them.” He grinned, taking a bite off his bacon.

  “Why?” she asked confused.

  “Because I wanted to eat breakfast with you dressed in nothing but my robe.” Brody wiggled his brows in jest, forcing a laugh from Missy.

  “All you had to do was ask.”

  “Better safe than sorry.”

  “You’re deranged.”

  “So I’ve heard.” Pointing his fork at her empty plate, Brody asked, “Are you going to eat, or just decorate the place?”

  Missy rolled her eyes and reached for a pancake. She was a little apprehensive about eating in front of him, but she knew that if she didn’t at least have something he would make a big deal out of it.

  Eyeing her plate, he frowned, “Aren’t you hungry?”

  “No,” she lied. She was actually famished, but she would die a slow, agonizing death before admitting that to him. “I’ll grab something later.”

  “Just take a little more,” he forked another pancake onto her plate. “You’ll need your energy later.”

  Flushing, she cut into her pancakes, ignoring the soft chuckle coming from him. Taking a bite, she groaned in delight at the warm, syrupy flavor. Missy hadn’t had pancakes in ages, and they tasted divine. Looking up, she noticed that Brody was no longer eating, just staring at her hungrily.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked wiping at her chin. “Do I have syrup everywhere?”

  “Make that noise again,” he said huskily.

  “What noise?”

  “That little moan thing you did.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s exactly how you sounded last night.”

  “Brody,” Missy could feel the heat spreading over her flushed skin.

  “What was the best part for you last night?” Brody asked, his tone heavy with arousal.

  “I loved everything.”

  “Did one thing stand out?”

  “It was all mind blowing,” Missy smiled shyly. “What about for you? What did you like?”

  Brody shifted slightly, and if Missy hadn’t been watching him so closely, she might have missed it. Something inside of her froze. Was he regretting last night? Did she do something or not do something that he wanted.

  “I loved it all too.” Brody smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” Missy put down her fork and tried to catch his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

  Reaching across the table, Brody took her hand in his and said. “Of course not, you were wonderful, are wonderful.

  “Then why all the questions?”

  Gripping her hand tighter, Brody seemed apprehensive about something. Butterflies rumbled in her stomach. “Tell me,” she implored.

  “What would you say if I asked you to give me head?”

  “You want me to blow you?”

  “No,” he smiled slightly, “Well sorta, but would you do it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you let me tie you up?”

  “Do you want to?”

  “What I want is to know how far would you be willing to go?”

  “For what?”

  “To please me.”

  Taken aback, Missy looked at him confused. “Well how far would you be willing to go?” she asked defensively.

  Looking into her eyes, Brody held her gaze and said with conviction, “I’d be willing to do anything for you. If it got you hot, made you wet, turned you on, I would do it in a second.”

  Eyes widening, Missy felt her stomach drop. Her nipples hardened and brushed against the cotton of her robe. She felt the certain urge to cross her legs, to prevent the moisture that she knew was building from escaping from her now throbbing pussy.

  Brody looked down at the robe and eyed her erect nipples. “I see the thought of me doing anything for you is having the same effect as the thought of you doing it for me.”

  “What do you want from me, Brody?”

  “Simply put, Missy, I want total and complete control over your body.”

  Missy’s mouth dropped open in shock. Never had such simple words had such an arousing effect on her. “What do I get out of it?” she asked. She was surprised that her voice was so steady, when inside she was a mass of quivering nerves.

  “Mind-blowing orgasms, for starters.”

  “Well, I had that last night, and you didn’t control me.”

  “Didn’t I?” he asked, arching his brow.

  “What else
?” Missy ignored his arrogant comment. Although he was right, she didn’t need to be reminded of it.

  “What else do you want?”

  “I want the same control over you,” Missy quickly added before he could say anything. “Not all the time, but if I want you to do something, you have to do it.”

  “Deal,” he said, pushing back from the desk. “Can I go first?”

  “Yes,” Missy said, wetting her lips.

  “I want your mouth on me.” Brody undid his pants, and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

  Missy stood up and walked over to him. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she took his cock in her hand. Looking down at his growing erection, Missy’s pussy ached to have him in her. Leaning forward, she licked the head, tasting his pre-cum as it seeped out of his slit. He tasted salty, masculine and she couldn’t wait to have him coming in her mouth.

  Spreading the slick coating around his shaft, she moved her hand down as she moved over him and took him in her mouth. Brody let out a deep masculine groan as she swallowed the length of him. Moving her lips back up his thick cock, she tongued the head before dropping back down on him again. Moving with a motion older than time, Missy licked and sucked him, all while gripping his shaft, milking him with her hand.

  Moving her free hand down to cup his balls, she massaged them as she ran her tongue around the eye of his hard cock.

  Brody groaned, and uttered through clenched teeth, “That’s it baby, suck me.” Reaching down, he slid his hands inside of the loosened robe and tugged on her breasts, freeing them from the clothing. Taking her nipples in his fingers, he pinched and tweaked them, forcing a groan from deep inside of her throat.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered, and Missy obeyed. Releasing his balls, she slid her hand to her breast and tried to touch her nipples. “No baby, your pussy. Touch that sweet pussy for me.”

  Missy had never masturbated in front of anyone in her life. Slipping her hands between her thighs, she slid her busy fingers over her wet slit and pressed against her hard clit. Rubbing her clit and blowing him at the same time wasn’t easy. It took a lot of hand-eye coordination, but by the time she had him near orgasm, she too was riding the edge.