by Strong, Mimi
“I've been working out,” he said, rolling up a sleeve to show me a thick bicep.
I said, a little on the loud side, “I hope you did a lot of core work, because that's where the fucking comes from.”
An older couple heard me and turned to give us a scandalized look. I sat up straighter and enjoyed their moral outrage.
Jacob moved in closer, took one of my hands, and kissed it romantically.
Loud enough for the couple to hear, I said, “Take me upstairs and stick your big cock in my mouth.”
The older woman looked like she might have a heart attack.
Jacob jumped up from the fainting sofa and scooped me up in his arms like a fireman—which he was.
“My hero,” I said, swooning into his wide, fireman chest.
The older man gave Jacob the thumbs-up as he carried me out of the lounge.
We got into the mirrored elevator, where Jacob set me down. Next, he dropped to his knees, stuck his head under my dress, and blew hot air on my pussy, through my underpants.
I giggled and said, “Isn't there a camera in here?”
He stood and kissed me, gently, rubbing his hardening bulge against my crotch. I reflexively parted my legs to let him get closer to my aching center.
It had been a week, seven full days, since I'd had pleasure. I hadn't touched myself since my encounter with Mr. Hubert in the changing room. Oh, I'd tried, a few half-hearted attempts, but I just couldn't get myself going on my own.
I even went looking for porno on my laptop, but the stuff I found wasn't doing anything for me. Unless it's really good quality, I find myself wondering about the people in the scenes. Does that woman have kids at home? What about the guy? Is he on Viagra, or is he really that happy to fuck some screaming nymphette in both holes?
We got to his floor, the elevator dinged, and Jacob was grinding himself into me like a male dancer.
“Easy, Mr. Fireman,” I said. “Save some for inside.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the mirrored elevator. “I'm gonna pound that pussy hard.”
As he unlocked his door, I reminded him of our deal. “Three words. Good, yes, and pussy. Nothing else. You can pound it all you want, but you can't say you're pounding it.”
He stopped and gave me an annoyed look. “You're serious. Lexie. Come the fuck on. You know me. You know I can't get my rocks off if I'm not vocalizing a bit.”
I grabbed his bulge and squeezed it. “You'll get off. I guaran-fucking-tee it. But do me a solid with the one-time ban on dirty talk. Just this one time. I'll make it worth your while.”
“You'll suck it?”
I thought about our past experiences. I rarely sucked his cock, and I didn't know why. He had a nice one, and yet, me giving him oral hadn't happened much over our fuck buddy history.
“I'll suck it like it's a diamond ring. Wait, that made no sense. I'll suck it like it's a drippy ice cream and I'm hot and starving. I'll suck it like it's chocolate ice cream.”
He nodded and unlocked the door. “Good. Yes. Pussy.”
Once inside, we got straight to business. I dimmed the lights, he folded out the sofa bed, and we rolled onto the mattress, which had no sheets.
“No sheets!” I exclaimed in horror.
“They're in the wash. I only have one set.” He realized he'd said banned words and clamped his hand over his mouth, then said, “Pussy.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled me astride him on the bare mattress. I felt his stiff tool under my panties, which were getting moist, thanks to the martini downstairs, and the sight of Fireman Jacob pulling off his shirt.
I rounded my back, leaning forward, and licked his nipples. He tasted shower-fresh, and I got excited about what I was about to do. Since my little changing-room excitement a week earlier, I'd been craving actual flesh in my mouth, and not covered in a weird sock, no matter how expensive and classy the sock was.
I undid Jacob's pants and let his big boy out to play, just as my phone rang.
“Might be work,” I said, excusing myself.
Jacob pointed to me and said, “Pussy.”
I answered the phone, thinking it could be Suzanne with a last-minute job for the next day. I'd been paid my regular day rate to help Mrs. Hubert “shop,” but I hadn't had any cash since then, and I was hard-up in more ways than one.
A man's voice came from the phone, “Candy, please.”
“You must have the wrong number,” I said.
He sounded forceful. “No, I don't. Let me talk to Candy.”
I looked over at Jacob, who was keeping himself firmed up with a little light hand action as he watched me. I propped my leg up on the arm of the sofa to give him a little looksee while I was on the phone.
“Fine. This is Candy,” I said. “Who's this?”
When I'd been at Mr. Thorne's mansion over a week ago, he'd made a call to what I assumed was a phone sex line, and jerked off to the vocal stylings of someone named Candy. And now, he was phoning me? Calling me by her name? What game was he playing?
“Who's this?” I repeated.
“Ricardo,” he said.
“Bullshit.”
I reached around and unzipped my dress in one movement, letting it fall to the floor. I unfastened the bra and let it drop, along with my panties.
Over on the pull-out sofa bed, Jacob's eyes got huge. He nodded for me to come over, as he wriggled all the way out of his pants and kicked them aside.
“I know who this is,” I said into the phone as I got onto the bed with Jacob. “You want me to put you in my mouth and describe it, don't you?”
The man I assumed was Mr. Luthor Thorne, said politely, “Oh, if you wouldn't mind.”
Jacob and I were completely naked now, with nothing between us. I held the phone in one hand as I knelt on the bed between Jacob's legs and lowered my lips to the head of his eager tool. I kissed the ridge and tickled the cute little groove in the middle with the tip of my tongue.
Jacob moaned.
“Who's that?” came the man's voice over the phone.
“Nobody. I'm all alone,” I lied. “I had a video on, but I just turned it off. I'm ready to give you my full attention, baby.”
“Good,” he said. “Candy, I want you. I can smell you in my bedroom.”
“Mmm,” I said, because my mouth was full of Jacob's delicious head. It was so yummy, I wanted to run my teeth over it, but I didn't want him to scream. I popped his lollipop back out of my mouth for a moment.
I held the phone to my breasts, muting my voice, and said softly to Jacob, “How would you like to stay absolutely quiet while I give you the blowjob of your life? One thing, though. I'm going to simultaneously describe it into my phone. Is that okay with you?”
He nodded eagerly, then whispered, “Good. Yes.”
What followed next was not as awkward as you'd think. I used one hand to hold the phone and the other one to help along the work.
As I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, I described it over the phone. I imagined Mr. Luthor Thorne in his mansion, in the bedroom where I'd rearranged his furniture. I pictured him wearing one of those custom-made dress shirts of his, maybe the one I'd worn over my naked body when I'd pleasured myself in his walk-in closet.
My sturdy Jacob squirmed under me, but, true to his promise, he didn't make a sound. My lips and tongue made smacking sounds as I put his lovely fireman's hose in and out of my mouth, caressing all those nibbly edges with my hungry lips.
I was so into the job, in fact, that Mr. Thorne finished, with one grunt and then a moan into the phone, and I kept going, sucking on the tool in front of me, enjoying every delicious inch of it in my mouth.
“Have a good day,” Mr. Thorne said into the phone, and then he was gone.
I peeked at the screen and checked for the phone number, still sucking away on Jacob's lollipop. Weird. The number was unlisted. “Hmm,” I said, my mouth full of man meat.
The vibration of me saying Hmm was what finally pu
t Jacob over the edge, and he bucked and jerked underneath me, fucking my mouth and filling it with his orgasm.
I squeezed his base with my hand, to help him enjoy it even more, and he glanced down to be sure I was off the phone, then he exclaimed, “Good! Yes! Pussy!”
After he finished, I tossed my head back and then laughed. “Good! Yes!” I repeated.
He sighed, trembled a little, and then called me up to lie alongside him. He kissed me sweetly on my forehead, then sat up so he could get his fingers between my legs. Jacob was usually up for two to four rounds per sleepover, so I knew he'd be good to go again in a few minutes.
Usually, I would have parted my legs and let him tickle my nub while we waited for him to get online, but I couldn't take my mind off the phone call. Mr. Luthor Thorne had my number, and that was what he did with it? Call me and treat me like a stranger, like a phone sex worker?
“Good?” Jacob said, digging his hand between my thighs, trying to get at me. “Pussy? Yes?”
I sighed. “You can talk normally now. I'm sorry I made you do that, but you were a great sport.”
“Pussy,” he said, leaning in to suck on my nipple right as his fingers made contact. My folds were wetter than expected, and his touch did feel good. I was still mad as hell at Luthor Thorne for calling me Candy, but I was also angry at myself for giving him exactly what he wanted—phone sex, no muss, no fuss, no dates or promises.
“I should go home,” I said to Jacob.
Then he did a new thing, a thing Jacob had never done before. He took his slick finger, dialed it over my nub, through my folds, and then down, past my regular entrance, and down to my back door. “Good?” He rubbed around the area, relaxing it as he probed with one finger.
I glanced down at his member, which was almost completely at attention.
“I don't know,” I said.
“Yes?”
The tip of his finger slipped in. The sensation was unusual. I'd never had anything in there—hadn't seen how it could possibly feel good, but it did. It felt good.
I rolled over to him and kissed him on the mouth, passionately.
I draped one leg across him so he had easier access, and he kept fingering me, in both spots at once. This went on for a blissful amount of time, and I lost all track of what way was up or down, or what day it was. I forgot my own name.
He said, “Good?”
“Yes. Don't stop. Just keep doing it like that.”
His thumb was doing the most important part, working my nub, around and around, over and up and down the sides. He twirled in circles around the spot, until I was panting in his mouth, both of us sharing the same oxygen. I didn't know about him, but I was getting lightheaded, and I loved it.
I was so close, but I couldn't get quite enough pressure on my clit to put me over, so I straddled him and shoved his tool inside me, riding it down, inch by inch, until he was buried in me. I rocked forward and back, and got his hand rearranged so his thumb could keep doing its job.
I thought about Luthor Thorne, and how if I ever got my hands on him again, I'd make sure he never forgot me, never forgot my name.
My back broke out in a sweat and I panted some more, breathing heavily in and out of Jacob's mouth as he did the same. He moved under me, all muscle, all man, that gorgeous fireman I had at my beck and call to give me pleasure whenever I needed it. Then he started to come, moaning into my mouth, and I didn't need an invitation, because I dug my fingers into his arms, and I came with him.
The waves of pleasure washed over both of us together, and we were joined in one fantastic fucking orgasm.
It went on and on, like a gorgeous orchestra of sexual pleasure.
When it was over, I pulled away, rolled off, and went to his washroom to have a shower.
I turned on the water, got it to the perfect temperature, and stepped in.
I didn't want to be in Jacob's apartment anymore, so I made my shower quick. I was stepping out when Jacob came in to join me.
“It's all yours,” I said.
He stepped into the walk-in shower and slapped my wet butt as I walked past. “Wanna order some pizza?”
I thought about falling asleep there versus at my own comfortable place, where there were actual sheets on the bed, even if they weren't as luxurious as what Mr. Thorne had on his fancy bed.
“I have to work in the morning,” I said, lying.
“You're the best, Lexie,” he said, giving me another quick kiss on the cheek, then stretching up to wash his hair under the rainhead nozzle. “Hey, who was that on the phone, anyway?”
“Wrong number,” I said. “Really wrong.”
THE END OF
BORROWED BILLIONAIRE #2
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