“Shit!” he barked, trying to cover himself as best as he could, hunching over as he stuffed his dick back into his jeans.
His voice jogged me out of my trance, and I threw a hand over my eyes, obviously way too late. “Sorry!”
“Jesus, Stef. What the hell?”
I was mortified, but still had my wits about me enough to protest, “Oh, like I was supposed to know you were back here whacking it in the middle of your work day?”
I peeked through my fingers to see him zipping up as he turned toward me, an unrepentant look on his handsome face, an impressive bulge behind his jeans. “Fine, but you see a closed door and decide to just waltz right in?”
“I thought you were clearing out the pipes!”
My bumbling comment dissolved his anger as his lip twitched, repressing a smile. “I was.”
My cheeks probably blushed twelve different shades of red. “No, I meant I thought your pipes were backed up!” Oh God, that’s even worse. “Wait. No. I was talking about the sink! I thought you were snaking the drain!”
As if my choice of words wasn’t embarrassing enough, I had to go and stack my fists together and mime a plunging motion with my clenched hands. Oh my God. Why couldn’t an anvil just fall on my head so I could be done with this entire conversation once and for all? I stopped jerking off the ghost penis in my grasp and slapped my hands over my reddening face, clearly mortified.
Jesse’s smile broke through my humiliation. “Look. I’m the one who should be embarrassed here. It’s not every day that I get busted, ah, draining my snake.” He ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, “Thing is, I kinda couldn’t get my mind off our kiss from this morning. Figured I’d take care of this thing so I could get on with my day.”
He was thinking of me while rubbing one out? I dropped my hands from my face as I found myself saying, “That’s kind of hot.”
“It’s nothing compared to what I was thinking about actually doing to you.”
The dangerous look on his gorgeous mug had me taking a half a step backwards. “Like what?” I asked, panicking as Jesse took two steps forward.
His lips were curled into a wicked snarl as he raised his hand and ran a thumb along my jaw. “Just say the word, Stef. Then I won’t have to tell you. I can show you instead.”
An electric charge ran straight down my spine at his words. The threat. The promise. It was totally fucking hot. “Well, that’s actually why I came here,” I answered tentatively, my voice cracking. “To tell you my answer is yes.”
The smile he aimed in my direction made me think he wanted to devour me right then and there. If we weren’t at work right at the moment, I may have let him. Besides, just knowing that Jesse was going to be in my naked grasp within a matter of hours filled me with the most delicious anticipation. I was already thrilled and excited and—okay, fine—more than a little worked up at the thought.
Jesse looked just as ecstatic. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” I answered without hesitation. I figured I could at least regain some semblance of control if we were on my home turf. I registered his lethal gaze before turning to go, realizing a bit too late that I was in control of nothing about this situation. “I close at six.”
AT LUNCHTIME, I RAN a bunch of necessary errands. Conveniently for me, everything I needed would be available in any of the numerous stores of our strip mall. I bought a pack of pink razors from the beauty supply before sneaking off into the bathroom to de-Sasquatch over the sink. I pit-stopped into the hair salon and had Juliet give me a quick blowout to rid my mane of its perpetual hair-tie dent. Lastly, I hit the lingerie shop and picked up a pretty bra-and-undies set (that actually matched), then stuffed my bleach-stained boulder-holder and cotton granny-panties into a Ziploc bag before stashing them away in my purse.
The rest of my workday went by at a torturous pace; a lack of customers highlighted the fact that I was a nervous, horny mess. By five-thirty, I made the decision to just send the girls home early and close up shop.
I fluffed my hair and threw on some mascara in order to look nice, but didn’t go overboard with the makeover, thinking I’d appear too eager. I gave myself an assessment in the vanity mirror, pleased with the line I’d straddled between Work Me and Vixen Me... before grimacing at my boring Smoochycakes tee and jeans. There was nothing I could do about my outfit short of splurging on a new one, but I really didn’t want to come off as so damned obvious. Besides, I didn’t think my clothes would remain on my body for more than a few minutes anyway.
I shivered as I checked the clock, realizing that Jesse was due any minute. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for inspiration to strike. I stripped down to my new black lace skivvies and pulled a pink apron off the hook, tying it over my half-naked body.
Betty Crocker meets pinup queen.
Perfect.
At six-oh-one, Jesse came tearing through my back door.
Wait. Let me rephrase that.
At six-oh-one, the back door flung open to reveal Jesse, his towering form filling its frame, a deadly smirk decorating his face. “Hey.”
He was a little out of breath, and it made me wonder if he’d been anxiously watching the clock all day just as I had. I didn’t get a chance to ask him because it was only about two-point-five seconds before he lunged for me.
I had no problem with that.
He fused our mouths together as my palms slid up his muscular arms, my fingertips playing under the edge of his sleeves. His lips slanted fiercely across mine, his panting breaths causing a ripple of desire to wash through me.
God, kissing Jesse felt incredible. Just his mere proximity was enough to turn me into a quivering pile of nerve endings. He took complete charge with every word, every touch, every breath. It would have been so much hotter if I could just turn my brain off and enjoy it.
But the truth was, loss of control was an alien occurrence for me. Was I truly prepared for him to lead me astray? Was I so ready and willing to give myself over to him so easily?
It was a little scary.
I tried to quiet my internal warring thoughts, but I couldn’t help but wonder: How many times had he “offered his services” before?
For all the hours spent eagerly waiting for this, I was suddenly struck with a moment of hesitation. This entire situation was completely out of my wheelhouse. I was a serial monogamist; Jesse was a known man-whore. What exactly was I getting myself into?
He must have sensed my apprehension, because he pulled back, gauging my face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
“You seem...”
“Hesitant?”
“Yeah.”
I bit my lip as I shrugged, too embarrassed to say what I was really thinking.
Jesse pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my body, saying, “Stef, I know I asked you not to make me wait any longer. But if you need me to, I can.”
I kinda melted from his words. I mean, who knew he had it in him? “I just... I just don’t want to have regrets afterward. You know?”
His lip quirked as he wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger. “Stefanie, if you let me do this, I can promise you won’t regret it.”
So damned cocky. His arrogance made me snicker and managed to change the mood between us. Relaxed. Playful.
He stepped back, finally taking a look at my outfit. “Very nice.” Holding my fingertips, he ballerina-twirled me in a three-sixty to get the full picture, saying on a raised eyebrow, “Those are some expensive panties.”
“What are you, a lingerie expert?”
“Yes. But that’s not how I know in this particular case. There’s a price tag hanging off your ass.”
Dammit! I bent around at an awkward angle, locating the source of my humiliation as I gripped it in my hand. No way was I going to just rip the thing off, however. “I need scissors.”
Jesse aimed an amused grin in my direction. “Just take them off.”
He grabbed my fumbling ha
nd and held it to the small of my back as he pulled me toward him, forcing my body into full-frontal contact with the length of his. He reached around me with his other hand, slowly pulling at the string of my apron. Once the knot was loosened, he released his hold to lift the garment over my head, letting it drop to the floor.
A look of pure appreciation spread across his face as his lip curled into a dangerous sneer. I stood there confidently, letting his eyes get their fill. Why the hell not, right? I spent a pretty penny on that getup and I looked damn good in it.
Jesse must have thought so, too. It was as if he couldn’t control his own hands as they reached out for me, brushing his palms over my lace-covered tits, skimming his fingers down my sides. He grasped my hips and pulled me toward him again, ramming his tongue into my mouth, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.
Jesse’s practiced moves banished the last of my hesitation. I forgot to be nervous or apprehensive and simply reveled in the sensations he was stirring within me. I decided right then and there that I was his for the taking, however he wanted me. Whether it was for one single night or forever made no difference to me.
His passionate attack forced my body to bend backward at an almost ninety-degree angle, and the shivers racing along my skin were due more to his demanding kisses than the cold steel of the prep table meeting my shoulder blades. Jesse scooped his arm under my knees and lifted me to lay down on its surface, never once breaking contact with my trembling lips.
He grasped my wrists and raised them above my head, pinning my arms to the table with one of his hands. His tongue found my throat as his free hand massaged my breast until his mouth trailed down to cover one of my nipples with his hot, hungry mouth.
My cunt was throbbing as his lips moved over my skin, a heady dampness settling between my thighs. I wanted—no needed—him to touch me there, but he was too intent on prolonging the torture. He released my wrists, and my hands went automatically around his neck, pulling him to me. But he resisted, shaking his head and snickering, “You’re not in control, here. I am.”
He peeled my hands off his body and rested them on the table above my head again. “Don’t move. Stay exactly like this for as long as I tell you, got it?”
His voice was hoarse and authoritative, and yeah, okay, totally fucking hot. I wasn’t normally a girl who took orders, but the heated gaze he was aiming at me didn’t dare me to disobey. I would have done anything he asked of me in that moment. And he knew it.
So, I lay there, completely free to defy him, but instead, I followed his command. My hands gripped the edge of the table above my head as my tits arched toward him; my knees bent slightly. He took a leisurely perusal down my body, so seductive it felt as if his hands were caressing me instead of his eyes. His gaze travelled over my naked flesh, his face moving closer to the skin at my shoulder. He never touched me. Just breathed along my prone form from my neck down to my toes. Inhaling me, then blowing soft whispers of air against my skin, causing me to lose my mind. My fingers were itching to touch him; my cunt was throbbing, practically begging to feel his hot cock inside me; my pulse was racing with anticipation. It was the sweetest torture I’d ever endured.
His voice broke through my daze. “I brought something. Hope you’re okay with it.”
A long silk scarf was pulled from his back pocket and dangled in front of my eyes. He wasted no time before dancing it along my skin, kissing it down my hip, over my ankles, up my legs, flitting across my damp clit. Even that whisper of contact had me exploding out of my skin, and I bit my lip as I tightened my fists on the edge of the table in a white-knuckle grip.
Jesse wrapped the scarf around my wrists in such a skilled manner that his practiced movements managed to come off as almost... graceful. The thought was short-lived, however. An evil grin decorated his gorgeous face as he pulled downward—fiercely—and tied the ends of the scarf to the support bar under the table. My back arched at an almost uncomfortable angle but it felt so good, so good.
He grasped me firmly by the ankles, and I wondered if he’d be tying those up, too. As if reading my mind, he scolded, “Not today. I want to feel your legs wrapped around me while I make you come.” With that, he forced my feet dangerously apart, splaying my legs wide open. I was laid bare for his perusal and God only knows what else he had planned. I felt the wetness trickle down into the crack of my ass, and my heart was beating so fast, I thought I’d pass out.
He was a mad scientist, hovering over the specimen lain out on his examining table. Holy shit, after we were through defiling this thing, I was going to need to call in the hazmat team.
He reached into a bin on the shelf above me and came up with a handful of powdered sugar, sprinkling a dusting of white across my chest. “Beautiful. Just like I pictured. All tied up and even sweeter than usual.” He waggled his eyebrows as he added, “Sugar Tits...”
I would have laughed, but Jesse’s tongue had already made its way to the skin of my breast, lightly licking, tasting, before closing his mouth over its tip... and clamping his teeth on my nipple. The bite shot an electric current straight between my thighs, pain and pleasure all mixed into one. He slid his fingers over my navel, down to my inner thighs, down one, up the other, over my hip... dancing around the one spot I so desperately wanted him to touch, teasing me. I thought I’d explode before he ever got inside me.
And then—finally—he ghosted a fingertip over my clit. The contact almost had me bursting right then and there. He added increasing pressure as he rubbed the sensitive spot, his movements becoming more intense, my nerve endings seconds from imploding. Oh God. Oh God yes. I was so close... so close...
And then he stopped.
My throat let out with an involuntary groan of protest, causing him to chuckle. “Patience, Sugar.”
I struggled against the restraints, feeling I was going mad. No use. The guy knew his way around a slipknot. I was left with no choice but to lay there, completely impatient and frustrated.
He pulled off his shirt and I was blessed with a glimpse of that magnificent body, his lean muscles bunching under his smooth skin. I watched—mesmerized—as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor. I wasn’t aware that Jesse was in the military, but apparently he was a high-ranking commando. Boom.
After he rolled on the condom, he wrapped his hand around his massive dick and started fucking his palm, a lethal smile on his gorgeous face as he snarked, “I know you like to watch.”
His impressive meat javelin came to life in his hands as he stroked it, never taking his eyes off mine.
Jesse climbed on top of the table and covered my naked body with his own. Just the feel of his skin against mine set my nerves on fire, the sight of him on top of me too spectacular to comprehend. He rubbed his cock over my clit, my head thrashing from side to side, my limbs straining against the restraints, groaning, begging, “Please.”
In one forceful movement, he slammed himself inside of me. My entire body tensed at the invasion, his thick cock stretching me to my limits, the throbbing, pulsing ache inside my body as my cunt protested and loved it all at once. I forgot how much I loved sex. The closeness. The abandon. The want.
His hands gripped the edge of the table above my head, using it for leverage as he pulled himself deeper into me, and before long, he was pounding away at my aching hole again and again and again. My entire existence was reduced to the assault of rigid steel, both at my back and between my legs. Every thrust exuded power, his greedy cock taking and giving all at once.
I loved the feel of his hips grinding against mine—punishing, forceful, demanding—fucking me hot, dirty, hard. And still, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“Harder,” I begged like a wanton whore, surprised that the word had even slipped from my mouth.
But Jesse heeded the demand, his guttural moaning against my neck serving as a battle cry as he complied, slamming inside of me, raw, sweaty, choking on his words as he scratched out, “Fuck, you’re so wet. So fu
cking tight.”
He rammed his tongue in my mouth as he fucked me hard, almost painfully, his thrusts pounding away at my body, his hips crashing against mine as I lay helpless, bound in place, at his mercy.
I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my ankles over the small of his back, locking his body to mine. I wanted to touch him. It wasn’t fair that he was having all the fun. Well, not all the fun. My pink parts were doing a happy dance as the base of his cock rubbed against my clit on every thrust, bringing me closer, closer, building, building...
The orgasm hit me hard and fast, detonating my nerve endings in a cataclysmic implosion. “Oh God!” I screamed as my back arched off the table, my insides shattering into a million pieces.
My response made him smirk, looking rather proud of himself as he rocked faster, harder, seeking his own release. I was deaf, dumb, and blind by that point, but still managed to clench my muscles around his demanding cock. The increased tightness pushed Jesse completely over the edge as he grabbed the table in his tormented clutches and pulled himself into me rough and rapid and deep before letting out with a booming growl, grinding himself into me for a final thrust as his cock pulsed incessantly inside of me, draining the both of us.
He collapsed on top of my naked body with a laughing groan as he reached his wasted arms up to untie the knots at my wrists, setting me free. I was surprised to find my arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him tightly to me as he continued to fuck me slowly with his softening dick. I didn’t ever want him to pull out of me. I wanted to lay there like that forever, the two of us joined in sweaty, post-coital bliss for all eternity. Jesse wasn’t in any hurry to leave our position either.
But soon enough and against my will, the real world crept back in.
Jesse pulled out and went about the task of cleaning himself up. “How you doing there, Cupcake?”
I was still trying to catch my breath as I let out with an elated, “Good. Great, actually!”
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