by Ramona Gray
She scowled but slid her hand back into her panties. God, I wished I could see her pretty little pussy. Did she wax it bare? Keep a patch of sweet dark curls covering it? Fuck, I wanted to know.
Her head fell back, and I stared at the smooth column of her throat. Her pulse throbbed at the base and she was trembling wildly as she rubbed harder at her clit.
“Lie down on the bed before you fall over,” I demanded.
Still keeping her hand in her pants, she moved to the bed and relaxed on her back. “Will you lie beside me?”
She was staring at my cock as she spoke and when she licked her lips, I had to stop rubbing and squeeze the base just to stop from cumming.
“Not a good idea,” I rasped out. “Make yourself cum while I watch, baby.”
“Yes, Jacob.”
Fuck! I squeezed the base harder, willing myself not to cum as she rubbed her pussy. Her other hand dug into the quilt as her hips arched repeatedly. “Oh, I’m so close.”
“Cum for me, Mads. Show me how pretty you look when you’re cumming.”
She made a soft cry and her entire body shook as she did what I asked. I could see her hand moving furiously against the tight material of her jeans. Her big, beautiful tits bounced as she humped her hand with glorious intensity until she collapsed on the bed.
I stared at her tits as I slowly pumped my cock. I would cum all over her tits, cover her with my thick cum and make her smear it into her skin before she joined her friends. She’d smell like me and those asshole males sniffing around her would know she was mine.
I watched as she pulled her hand free and sat up on the edge of the bed. Her face and chest were still red from her orgasm and her little nipples were rock-hard. God, I wanted to suck them so bad.
“Jacob, can I taste you?” She gave me a sweet smile and my cock fucking jumped in my hand.
“Baby, no, that’s not -”
“Please?” She leaned forward. “You got to taste me.”
She had a point. It didn’t seem fair to deny her a taste when she so sweetly gave me one. I moved closer until I was standing directly in front of her. She stared at my cock and I swiped my thumb through the pre-cum that was dripping steadily out of the head of it. “Here, baby. Have a taste.”
I held out my thumb. She smiled and before I could stop her, she had ducked around my thumb and her mouth – her wet, hot mouth – was sliding over my aching dick. I bellowed a curse, my hips thrusting forward automatically.
I should have pulled away, I should have run from her goddamn room. Instead, I wound one hard hand into her dark hair, held her tight and fucked her mouth.
“You’re being a bad girl,” I panted as I slid my cock deep into her mouth. She choked a little, her eyes watering, but sucked hard. I groaned and pulled out until just the head was in her mouth.
She wrapped her pink little lips tight around it and tried to suck me fucking dry as she stared up at me with her dark eyes.
“Such a bad girl,” I groaned.
She let go of my cock long enough to give me a devilish grin. “No, I’m being your good girl. Say it.”
Her lips slid back down my cock. I stared at the way they stretched around my width and made two hard thrusts between them. “You’re my good girl, Mads.”
Her eyes sparkled up at me and I petted her hair with my other hand. “Let’s see how much of my cock my good girl can take.”
She opened her mouth wide, swallowing as much of my cock as she could as I pushed it further and further into her mouth. To my surprise, I was almost halfway down her throat before her eyes widened and she clutched at my hard thighs with panicky tightness. I pulled back immediately but shook my head when she tried to move away from my dick completely.
“No, Mads. Keep my cock in your mouth. You can breathe around it, baby.”
She leaned into my hand, letting me pet her hair and taking a few deep breaths around my dick. Her tongue licked the underside as she caught her breath and I gave her a satisfied smile. “That’s right, baby, keep licking me. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
A combination of my pre-cum and her saliva was sliding down her chin as I forced her to keep her mouth open. I wiped it away with my thumb and gave her another look of praise. “You’re my good girl. Are you ready for more?”
She nodded eagerly, her lips automatically tightening around my dick. I groaned and holding her delicate skull with both hands, I fucked my sweet, beautiful girl’s mouth with hard and heavy thrusts.
It took less than three minutes before my balls were tightening and the base of my spine tingled. I should have pulled out, I should have sprayed my cum all over her beautiful tits. Instead, succumbing to my madness, I pulled my woman closer and pushed my cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. It spasmed around my cock as she struggled not to choke, and I shouted her name like a prayer as I released my cum straight down her throat.
Like the good girl she was, she continued to swallow, even when I pulled back so she could breathe.
“Good,” I crooned, pumping my hips back and forth as I held her head steady. “Swallow all of my cum, Mads.”
She swallowed and swallowed again. When I was finally drained dry, I pulled my cock from her mouth. Some of my cum still glistened on her swollen, red lips and I reached down and smeared my thumb across her mouth. I rubbed the streaks of cum around her mouth until she was shiny and sticky with my seed.
She stared up at me, her eyes warm and hazy with desire. Fuck, she had never looked so beautiful to me. I would yank those fucking jeans down and suck on her pretty little nipples for a while before I buried my face in her pussy. I’d make her cum a few times and then I’d fuck her hard and deep. When I was finished, she’d know exactly who she belonged to.
Before I could push her onto her back, she gave me a soft smile. “You taste so good, Jacob.”
Her sweet voice brought me back from the haze of lust like a dash of cold water. What the fuck did I just do?
Chapter Three
Madison
“Wait, so you,” Rachel lowered her voice and looked around the coffee shop, “gave him a blow job and then he just took off?”
I sipped at my coffee. It was Sunday morning and I was tired and a little grumpy. It was busy at the bar last night and even when my shift was finally done, and I was back home in my bed, I couldn’t sleep.
How could I sleep, when not even twenty-four hours earlier, the man I’d been in love with for years had stood in this very room and cum down my throat? Just thinking about the way he tasted, the way he sounded as he told me I was his good girl, made my pussy wet and aching. I squeezed my thighs together and took another sip of my coffee.
“Mads?” Rachel touched my hand.
I smiled at her. “Yeah, sort of.”
“What do you mean sort of?”
“He told me about fifty times that he was very sorry, and that we should never have done this, and it was all his fault, not mine. Then he left.”
“Ugh.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Up until he looked completely horrified, it was the greatest moment of my life.”
“Is he at your house now working on the bookshelves?”
“No.” I gave my best friend a miserable look. “I was up before eight and waiting for him, but he never showed up.”
“Did you text him?”
“Yes. He didn’t answer.” I checked my phone as if I hadn’t been compulsively checking it every five minutes since he’d left my house. “I messed up, Rach. I pushed him into something he didn’t want to do.”
Rachel shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Jacob has never struck me as the type of guy to do something he doesn’t want to do. Besides, he can try and deny it, but he wants you. I’m a damn virgin and even I can see how much he wants to screw you.”
“Well, it’s never going to happen now. He didn’t even kiss me, or touch me or want to see my…”
“See your what?” Rachel asked.
“Uh,
my um… lady garden?”
Rachel giggled until she snorted. “Lady garden? Seriously?”
I gave her a tired smile. “He kept saying he couldn’t, that it wasn’t right.”
Rachel frowned. “But he was perfectly fine with you giving him a blowjob. Again, I know I have an embarrassing lack of experience, but that sounds pretty selfish of him.”
“It wasn’t like that. He didn’t want me to give him the blowjob, I kind of tricked him into it.”
Rachel muttered a curse when she reached for her muffin and nearly knocked her coffee cup over. Coffee splashed out over the rim and onto the table as she caught the cup just in time. She mopped it up with a few napkins before standing to get more. “All I know, is that if I ever finally get the chance to be naked with Ren, I’ll be very clear that he needs to give me oral sex before I suck his…oh!”
I could practically feel the mortification pouring off of Rachel when she bumped into the very man she’d been talking about. Ren, his face an unreadable mask, steadied her with a hand on her upper arm. Rachel’s face was so red, I figured she was close to just spontaneously combusting as Ren dropped his hand, stepped back and gave her a polite smile.
“I-I’m sorry.” Rachel looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.
“Ms. Banks.” Ren nodded to her before walking past our table. “Maddie.”
“Hi, Ren.”
Rachel sunk into the chair, the red fading from her face to leave two spots high on her cheekbones. “Do you think he heard me?”
I loved her, so I lied. “No, he definitely didn’t hear you.”
“Are you – are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“You’re lying to me.”
I hesitated. “Yeah, he heard you.”
“Oh my God. I – what am I going to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean, what do I mean? Ren just heard me saying I wanted to suck his dick.”
“No,” I said, “he heard you say you would demand pussy eating from him. That’s better.”
“How on earth is that better?” The red was slowly creeping back up Rachel’s neck.
“Ren comes off as this gruff meanie, but it’s a total act. He’s a sweetheart. I could see him being more into giving than taking when it comes to oral sex. He probably likes that you’d demand he stick his face in your hoo-hah and -”
“Mads!” Rachel’s voice was bordering on horrified.
“What?”
“Don’t be…coarse.”
I just shrugged. “Why don’t you just ask Ren out?”
“What if he says no?”
“What if he doesn’t?”
She bit at her bottom lip. “You’ve gone crazy, Mads.”
“No, I haven’t. I just – listen, I’ve ruined things with my crush, but it isn’t too late for you. I’ve seen the way Ren looks at your boobs and your butt when you’re in the bar. He wants you.”
“You never told me he did that.” She snuck a quick glance at Ren who was standing at the counter.
“I know, and I should have. Ask him out, Rach. I bet he says yes.”
“I’m not sure I can ever look him in the eye again, to be honest. Anyway, can we get out of here? I want to leave before Ren has to walk by us again.”
She gathered up her muffin and her coffee cup as I stood. “Do you mind if I bail? I’m really tired and I think I just want to go home and try and get some sleep.”
She studied me before shaking her head. “No, of course I don’t mind. Do you want to come over later tonight for dinner?”
“I’d better not. I have classes early tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
I followed Rachel to the parking lot, giving her a hug before we climbed into our separate cars. I only lived about a ten minute drive from the coffee shop, and the whole way home, my stomach was a nervous knot. When I pulled onto my street and didn’t see Jacob’s truck in my driveway, the hope that was building in my chest, died.
I parked, let myself into the house and went immediately to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes, before yanking the blinds shut and climbing into bed. It wasn’t even noon yet, but I had the beginning of a headache, I was dead tired, and I felt sick to my stomach at how badly I’d screwed up with Jacob. Tears starting to leak down my cheeks, I buried my face in my pillow and tried to forget that I had lost Jacob forever.
* * *
I woke three hours later. I sat up in bed, clutching at the covers and cocking my head. I thought I’d heard noise in the office next to me. There was nothing but complete silence, and I decided I must have dreamt it.
I relaxed on the bed again. I was still feeling lost and sad, but my headache was gone, and I wasn’t sick to my stomach anymore. I sat up and grabbed my cell phone. There was no text or missed call from Jacob and my heart sunk even lower. I sat for a moment and then slid out of bed and walked to my dresser. In the second drawer, buried deep under my other shirts, was a plain white t-shirt. I pulled it out and pressed my nose into the soft fabric before inhaling.
That vague sense of guilt was already trickling down my spine, but I ignored it like I always did. Even after all these years, the fabric still carried a hint of his scent. I carefully unfolded the shirt and slipped it over my head before admiring myself in the mirror. Jacob’s shirt was much too big, but I felt sexy as hell when I wore it.
I had stolen his shirt three years ago, straight from the laundry basket at his house. My dad and I were at his place for a barbeque. My crush was already fully-developed by then – hell, I think I’d been in love with Jacob since I was fifteen – and I could still remember the heat that went through my belly when we showed up to find a shirtless Jacob in the backyard. He was drinking a beer and about to start grilling the steaks.
He and my dad immediately started talking about the latest baseball game. I stood unnoticed, my heart beating as rapidly as a chipmunk on speed, as I’d stared at his half-naked body. His broad chest was covered in dark hair as was his flat belly. He wasn’t a carpet or anything, but the sight of all that dark coarse hair made my pussy soaking wet. I’d slept with a few different guys by then, but all of them looked like gangly teenagers compared to Jacob. They waxed their narrow chests, and the muscles in their arms and abdomens were from hours at the gym.
Jacob didn’t have washboard abs, but he was toned with a solid mass of muscle. His hard body was the product of daily physical labour rather than gym machines. I licked my lips and followed that mouth-watering v-line that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Neither he nor my father even noticed the way I drooled over him. Even three years ago, I was nothing but Frank’s daughter to Jacob. A sweet young girl who never said no to the offer of a cherry popsicle.
I wandered away after nearly ten minutes. It was purely self-preservation. If I continued to stare at Jacob’s tanned skin, at the way the muscles in his back flexed and rippled as he grilled the steaks, I would have done something inappropriate like try and hump his stupidly thick thigh.
I’d gone to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and there it was, his t-shirt lying on top of a pile of other laundry in the wicker basket. I’d picked up the shirt – it was still warm from the sun and the heat of his body – and stuffed it into my oversized bag. I didn’t think about it, I just acted on pure instinct.
I’d spent the rest of the visit with a combination of lust and guilt coursing through me. By the time we returned home, the lust was far greater than the guilt. I had immediately gone to bed, stripped off my clothes and put Jacob’s t-shirt on. His scent had surrounded me, and I’d masturbated furiously to the image of his naked chest.
In the three years since then, I’d worn his shirt many times. At first it was only when I was feeling particularly horny for him, but as time went on, I started wearing it when I was lonely or upset about something. I’d worn it every night for a month straight after dad died. At the time, it felt like the only thing that c
omforted me, but I regretted it now. My scent had overtaken his and now there was only the faintest reminder of him on it.
I rubbed my hand over his shirt one last time and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe I could visit Jacob at his place and sneak another shirt from the laundry.
Seriously? You’re twenty-three years old. Can you try and act like an adult? Besides, after what happened yesterday, Jacob is never going to speak to you again, let alone invite you to his house for a visit. What happened between you yesterday is the best you’ll ever get with him. Just be happy you got that.
I opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of apple juice. I was still upset about how horrified Jacob had looked after he came in my mouth, but there was a part of me that couldn’t let go of my delight at finally having proof of his attraction to me.
What happened nine months ago wasn’t a one-time thing, a moment brought on by grief and despair and a mutual need for comfort. Jacob wanted me. Hearing him call me ‘baby’ in that deep voice of his and seeing the lust in his eyes when he’d stared at my breasts, still made me wet and achy over twenty-four hours later. Tasting him, having his cock in my mouth while he told me I was his good girl, was enough material for my masturbation fantasies to last me a damn decade.
I slid my free hand between my thighs. I wasn’t wearing panties and my pussy was so wet I would ruin the damn couch if I sat down. I’d have to go back upstairs and put some underwear on.
His dick was amazing, yeah? Big and thick and so fucking tasty. Could you imagine how it would feel in your pussy?
I moved to the sink and washed my hands before unscrewing the cap from the carton of the apple juice and raising it to my mouth. Yeah, I could definitely imagine how it would feel. None of my previous boyfriends had dicks the size of Jacob’s, but I was more than willing to try and take his massive –
“Is that my shirt?”
I screamed in surprise at the deep voice coming from behind me. The apple juice I was swallowing, made an abrupt break for my lungs and I immediately coughed and choked. I leaned over the sink, gagging and coughing up the juice from what felt like the bottom of my lungs.
