by Kelly, Hazel
"Seeing as how you're the expert."
I pushed his chest playfully, but he didn't even budge. "You haven't seen anything yet," I said.
"Neither have you."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Definitely," he said. "I’ve been dying to show you the view from my place."
Chapter 17: Jack
I couldn't believe she was here.
Just the sight of her was enough to clear the skies, lift me up, and wash away the cobwebs of doubt that had creeped into my mind over the last few days.
And as soon as I saw her face, I knew my feelings weren't unrequited. Because no one would go to that much trouble to give someone bad news.
She loved me back.
I wasn't crazy.
Just crazy in love.
We both were.
"Well here it is," I said, pushing open the door to my humble apartment. "It's not much, but it gets the job done."
She took a few steps inside.
Seeing her in my space put a lump in my throat.
I watched as she let the strap of her backpack slide off her shoulder to the floor. And as I closed the door without looking, I shamelessly checked her out in her little blue dress.
"I can't say it's what I expected," she said, cocking a hip. "But I love your vintage fridge."
I stepped up beside her. "What did you expect?"
She shrugged. "Something a little less like my apartment, I guess. Something a little bigger."
"Like a mansion?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, I'm happy to get you one if you think you can figure out what to fill it with," I said. "But I haven't really needed more space than this the past few years and interior decorating does my head in."
She nodded, her eyes sweeping over every surface in the place.
"I have pretty simple needs."
"Speaking of which," she said, lowering her voice and turning to face me. "I'd like to address some of those simple needs now if you're up for it." She raised her eyebrows and made a face that caused the blood to rush straight to my cock.
I laughed. "I'm always up for it when you're around."
"Why don't you give me the rest of the tour then," she said, trailing a finger down the buttons of a shirt I never would've worn if I knew she was going to turn up. "Maybe there's a bedroom, for example."
"Of course," I said. "My needs may be simple, but I do have a mattress."
"Prove it."
I walked through the narrow passage between the futon and the coffee table and pushed my bedroom door open.
She smiled when she poked her head in. "My my," she said. "That bed's so small you'd have to be on top of someone to share it with them."
I moved out of the way so she could step inside, but she stopped in the doorway and started undoing my buttons.
"I had a really good time when you came to visit," she said when she was three buttons down. "A really good time."
"Me too."
"You must've known I'd be back for another just like it."
"I certainly hoped," I said, my breath growing shallow as her fingers moved to the top button of my shorts.
Her eyes flickered up at me as she unzipped my fly, my dick overflowing into her hands where it strained against my boxers.
"Happy to see me?" she asked.
"Very," I said. "But you must've known I would be."
"I certainly hoped," she said smiling. Then she squatted down just long enough to pull my pants and boxers around my ankles.
When she stood back up, she was standing so close the tip of my dick was lying against her stomach, so close but so far from where I wanted it to be.
Audrey swallowed and slid her hands under the shoulders of my shirt until she'd pushed it off far enough that it fell to the floor.
"Halfway there," I said.
"Lay down," she said, gesturing towards my unmade bed.
I lay down, swinging my feet up onto the bed. Then I scooted back, pushing the pillow against the headboard and folding my arms behind my head.
She stepped up to the end of the bed, her eyes flitting down towards my dick where it stood between us, swelling as she licked her lips.
I watched as she reached for the bottom of her dress, my breath suspended in my chest.
As she pulled it off over her head, it took all the energy I had not to pounce on her. But I didn't dare spoil her seduction. After all, this was her surprise, and she’d obviously spent some time planning it.
No one would willingly travel in underwear that fancy for any other reason than if they intended to fuck on the plane or immediately upon landing.
And she was about to land alright, right on my cock if the look in her eye was any indication of what was coming.
She placed a knee on the bed and got down on all fours.
Then she crawled up over me, pretending to ignore my swollen dick as believably as I pretended to ignore how good her curves looked imprisoned in black lace.
"What?" I asked, addressing the mischievous look in her eye.
"There's something I want to say before my mouth is too full to talk," she said.
I couldn't help but smile. "And what might that be?"
She lowered her face towards my ear so I could feel her hot breath against it as she spoke. "I fucking love you, too, Jack."
She raised her head again and looked at me before kissing me so gently it was as torturous as it was intriguing. But before I could pull her against me, she was already backing up, taking my dick in one hand and my balls in the other, paralyzing my body with excitement as I anticipated the way her wet lips would feel against me.
And as if she knew what I was thinking, she offered me a sly smile before she lowered her lips onto me.
At first she moved so slowly I was sure she could feel my quickening pulse in my cock, and the view from where I was lying of her mouth on me between her voluptuous breasts was enough of a fantasy to keep me coming for the rest of my life.
I groaned as she synced the rhythm of her pumping fist with the bobbing of her head. Meanwhile, all the energy in my body began to concentrate where she was touching me until I thought I might explode.
And then she stopped.
I was about to protest and beg for more when I felt her tongue drag along the seam between my balls.
The pleasure was so intense I felt them harden and retract as if the sensation was more than they could bear, but she didn't release her grip. Instead, she flattened her tongue, lapping at my testicles like they were dripping ice creams on a hot day.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the pillow, reveling in her hunger for me and wishing she would never stop.
And she didn't. At one point I was worried she might not stop until she'd licked my balls raw. But a moment later, she was sucking me again, squeezing me with her hands and mouth even harder than I was squeezing my eyes shut.
"Fuck," I moaned.
"Come for me," she said.
I groaned. The offer was tempting, but I had an idea I liked even better, an idea I thought she'd prefer, too.
"I want to taste you," she whispered.
"No," I said.
"Fill me up, Jack."
"Stop," I said.
Her face fell as she lifted her eyes to me, her wet lips slightly parted. "What's wron-"
"Nothing," I said. "You'll get your fill."
She swallowed.
"But first, I want you to feel every inch of what you've done to me."
She straightened up so she was sitting on her heels and pushed her hair out of her eyes, licking her lips once again. "Okay," she said. "How do you want me?"
I smiled, feeling spoiled for choice.
Chapter 18: Audrey
His eyes were full of mischief, and I couldn't help but notice they were drawn to my bra.
"Well?" I asked.
"Come here," he said, extending a hand. "I want to get a closer look at your panties."
I smiled. "You like them?"
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His mouth curled up at one corner as he pulled me closer. "They look good enough to eat."
I walked forward on my knees, feeling the heat bubble up in me as his eyes drank me in. The truth was, sucking him had made me so wet I probably would've been dripping down my leg if I wasn't wearing them.
He slipped his hands around my waist. "Keep coming," he said.
My pussy was inches away from his face, my breath suddenly nowhere to be found.
I didn't want to chicken out after having been so bold, but the intensity with which he was looking up at me was more than I could take.
But before I could back up, he tightened his grip on my waist and lifted his neck, licking the thin fabric of my underwear where it was covering my wet slit.
The first sweep of his tongue felt strange as he pressed the thin lace against my clit.
The second pass made my head fall back.
The third time I groaned and stopped myself from collapsing by wrapping my fingers around his headboard.
Soon, he was drinking me through my underwear, and the sensation was so wild I couldn't do anything but try to keep my hips from bucking.
Just when I thought he couldn't play me any better, he reached up with one hand and pulled my panties to the side, making first contact between his bare tongue and my naked pussy.
"Fuck," I breathed, giving into him.
His tongue was even more skilled than I remembered, dexterous at the way it scooped me out and swirled around my clit, sending whirlpools of warmth up my body.
"You're gonna make me come," I whispered, half hoping he wouldn't hear.
He scooped my dripping juices out once more and lifted me off his greedy mouth. "No," he said. "Not yet."
I looked down at him and feigned a pouty face that held more truth than I dared admit.
"You come when I say it's time," he said. "Not before."
I nodded, reminding myself that every orgasm with him had been more explosive than the last and that it would be worth the wait.
"Now take those panties off before I rip them off."
I scooted back between his legs, supporting myself on one leg at a time so I could get them off, wobbling once so badly he had to catch me so I didn't fall off the narrow bed.
And suddenly I didn't care how he wanted me next. I wanted to sit on him so bad I wasn't prepared to ask permission.
But it was like he knew, like he was daring me to mount him with his eyes.
I kept my gaze fixed on his as I guided his dick to the heat he'd made beneath me, and I didn't look away as I sank down on him, feeling the familiar stretch of my body struggling to accommodate him.
By the time my pussy was around the base of his shaft, I felt drunk, intoxicated from the feel and taste of him.
"God you feel so good," I said, rocking my hips forward.
He smiled, and there was a pained look on his face that let me know it felt just as good for him.
As I rocked my hips forward again, I noticed his eyes drop to my bra and I reached behind me, undoing the clasp and slipping the straps off so it tumbled over the side of the bed.
"You read my mind," he said.
As I worked his dick with my greedy pussy, I savored the way he filled me up and the way he feasted his eyes on my naked body so enthusiastically I felt like the most fuckable woman on Earth.
I kept grinding my clit against the base of his thick shaft, and when I leaned forward, his hands moved to my breasts like I knew they would.
And I couldn’t help but notice that it was the first predictable thing he’d ever done, and it amused me. And as he held me in his hands I realized I couldn’t imagine him ever doing anything to bore me, to make me feel bad, or to hurt me.
He couldn't. He wouldn't. Not this man. Not when he could make me feel like this.
It was too pure. Too good. With my bare chest in his hands and my legs around him, I felt completely invincible.
And then my body began to buzz beneath me, and I inhaled sharply, realizing I was going to come.
But he read my face in an instant and sank his fingers into my hips so hard he brought me to a standstill.
"Feeling bold are we?" he asked, his face flushed.
"Maybe," I said.
He shook his head and rolled over me, careful to keep us both connected and on the bed.
"Keep your eyes on me," he said, thrusting deeper. "I'll let you know when."
"Please," I said, looking into his gorgeous face. "I'm so close."
"Me too," he said, fucking me so slow everything else fell away. "Me too."
I’d never felt closer to anyone as he dangled me over the cliff of my own pleasure. And as torturous as it was, I liked it.
"Come with me," he whispered, burying himself inside me.
I kept my eyes on his and felt my lips fall apart. It was like my body wasn't my own, like it was his and he was just letting me borrow it so I could feel good.
And as the force of him radiated through me and my body concentrated around him, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was nothing I wouldn't give this man, nothing I wouldn't do for him, that everything from my pleasure to my aspirations were safer with him than they were with me alone.
And I came in an overwhelming, violent shudder, my back bending beneath him as he pushed so far inside me I felt him in my throat, filling me up with what he'd been saving for me every day we'd been apart.
The release was so big it took ten minutes to recover. I laid there in his arms saying nothing while he dripped from me, though it felt like he'd come so hard I wouldn’t have been surprised to find he was dripping from my fingertips, too.
And even though I knew I was the same person I was an hour ago, I felt shiny and new and brave and better.
"That was by far the best apartment tour I've ever been on," I said.
Jack laughed, propping his head up on his hand where he lay naked beside me.
"I hope that's not the tour everyone gets."
"No," he said. "Only you."
Looking around, I could see the rest of the room was as simple as his bed, as simple as my feelings for him. Not fancy, but more than enough, more than most people were ever lucky enough to have.
"Oh, I almost forgot," I said, sitting up and making sure I could feel my legs again.
I went into his front room and reached in the top pocket of my backpack, clasping his watch in my fist before crawling back in bed beside him.
He raised his eyebrows as he glanced at my hand.
"Ta da," I said, letting the strap of his watch dangle from my hand.
"Thanks," he said, grabbing it without taking his eyes off me and laying it on the bed.
I rolled onto my side to face him, propping my head up so I could look him in the eye. "I don't think that's the only thing you were expecting me to show up with."
"I wasn't expecting you to show up with anything," he said. "I wasn't expecting you to show up at all."
"You know what I mean."
"What else am I expecting?"
I took a deep breath.
He furrowed his brow.
"An answer," I said.
"No." He shook his head. "I don't want an answer."
"You don't?" I asked.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded once. "I just want you."
