by Alexis Angel
“You know, that’s what happens when you have an audience. Participation,” Jake says with a grin. A dark look goes over his face, and I realize that he didn’t mean to bring up the show. I mean, of course he didn’t because he doesn’t want to take what was a perfect sexual experience and turn it into what could be an argument. But he’s not.
“You know I love having an audience,” I say, not rising to the bait of the situation at hand and making sure that Jake knows that I don’t care about any of that right now. “I love when people see what a wild slut I turn into when your cock is involved,” I say with a giggle.
“Oh, is that so?” Jake says. I see the relief wash over his face, quickly replaced by lust.
“Yes,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “In fact, I can’t control what I’ll do. My thoughts will just evaporate and I’ll act purely on instinct.” I run my fingers across his chest, dipping lower until my hand is over his cock.
“What else might you do...in front of all these people in a glass VIP room in a burlesque club?” Jake says with mock scorn and fear. His voice sounds so ridiculous that I can’t help but bust out laughing.
“I don’t know, Jacob, I could do anything,” I say, dropping to my knees. “I can’t control my body,” I say, spinning around and looking at him over my shoulder. I push my ass up in the air. “I mean my holes just want you in them, even if everyone might see.”
“Especially,” Jake says, ramming his cock into my pussy, “if everyone sees. You like being all mine in front of everyone else,” Jake adds.
“You know me...and my body...so well,” I say with a moan. His cock is sliding into my pussy and touching every place he’s fucked before and making it deliciously raw with need all over again. I push back against him as hard as I can, with enough force that I would have knocked him over if not for the fact that he is slamming just as hard into me. I watch his face, and his cock, as he slams into me. My pussy clamps around him, milking his cock because I both know we’re so close to coming right now…but we’re just on the edge of bliss.
What if we didn’t fall in just yet? What if we kept fucking like this and didn’t give in yet? I mean, after as many orgasms as I’ve had, you’d think that the waiting would be easier, but holding back on the brink of my orgasm for a few seconds already has me going almost crazy. I feel his balls load up against my ass and I know that I am going to erupt soon, especially if he is going to.
“Fuck, baby, I want to come all over your sexy ass,” Jake groans.
“Do it, please, come on my ass. Cover my ass in your cum,” I moan, and now I can’t think of anything else.
You wouldn’t be able to either if you felt 12 inches of lust muscle rammed up your pussy that’s ready to explode and cover you in a white hot sheet of cum. Are you thinking about what it would feel like dripping down your ass, because that’s what I’m thinking about. I’m wiggling my ass right now.
“Pleaaaaase,” I cry out. I’m begging; I’m shameless. I start squeezing my tits and pushing my ass out against him.
I feel his cock slide out of me. I hear him groan and I know that it’s coming, but when I feel the hot jets of his cum spraying all over my ass, I can’t believe how hot it feels. My fingers find my clit instantly and I stroke fast circles and I come, hard, while he coats me in his sticky cum. We both cry out, the crescendo of an incredible night meeting a very sticky, wet ending as we come so hard I think I might black out and I feel Jake fall against me, his teeth grazing my shoulder before he kisses me.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” I tell Jake.
“Yeah, girl!” I hear someone in the crowd say and there’s some applause.
“I think the club needs to tip us or something,” Jake says, laughing. He grabs my clothes and then his own, and we start to get dressed. I know we’re both covered in sweat and cum, but this is a walk of shame that I don’t mind at all…this is my idea of a “walk of shame” if ever that was a thing.
Despite Jake’s joke, he leaves a fantastic tip and then we head out of the club.
And I walk out of that club with a special strut in my step. This was a hell of a night…and I don’t think I’ll ever think of ‘dancing’ the same way ever again.
Layla
When the limo comes to a stop in front of my building, I say what I wanted to the first night Jake brought me home.
“Do you want to spend the night?”
He doesn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
A giddy smile spreads across my face as we climb from the limo and he tells his driver he’s no longer needed. We make our way to the elevator, and as soon as the doors slide shut, our hands are all over each other like a couple of horny teenagers. Like we didn’t just fuck our brains out at the club. Like we can’t get enough of each other.
And it’s true, at least for me. I can’t get enough of Jake Kent.
There’s no question for me now. I have genuine feelings for him. I can’t deny it. He’s absolutely everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. More, really, because I never imagined I’d be with someone who could meet every sexual need that I didn’t even know I had in the first place.
He’s my equal in so many ways. And he’s actually a good guy. I know this now. My first impressions of him were so far off base.
The only thing I’m not sure of at this point is how he feels about me. There’s a tiny part of me that worries he might be using me to keep his show from being fined. What if I’m being manipulated? I don’t actually believe it, but he hasn’t said how he feels about me. Yeah, that jerk-ass lawyer tossed out that comment about him being in love with me, but Jake never mentioned it. Acted like it was never said.
By the time the elevator reaches my floor, I’ve managed to get his tie off and most of the buttons of his shirt undone.
I’ve kicked off my shoes, and am ready to get the fuck out of this dress the minute we’re behind closed doors. Though at this point, who the fuck cares if anyone sees me? It was such a rush to know that anyone could be watching us at the club.
“How about a shower?” I murmur against Jake’s mouth as he ravages me, pushing me backwards out of the elevator and down the hall toward my door.
“As long as it’s you, me, and no clothes, I’m in,” he says with a wink, sliding his hand up my thighs and under my dress, ripping my thong right off in one quick yank.
I laugh in shock and poke him in the chest. “That’s the second pair of panties you’ve ruined.”
He wraps his arms around me from behind when I turn and unlock my apartment. “Only the second? I must be slacking.” Scraping his teeth along my shoulder, he dangles the ruined lace in front of my face. “I like you much better without them.”
Once inside, the clothes fly off in a rush, neither of us able to wait another minute.
“How about that shower?”
I squeal as Jake grips my waist and hauls me up against him. His thick, throbbing cock presses against my belly, and I can feel my pussy ache with need again. Then he drops his hands to my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, groaning at the feel of his hard body against my wet folds.
Jake carries me to the bathroom and turns on the water, never letting me go. When we step into the warm jets of water, I sigh in contentment and relax against him.
“Perfect way to end the night, right?” I say, the hot water making my muscles relax and my body go limp. Suddenly I realize how tired I am.
Lowering me back to the floor, Jake tilts my head back and watches me with a small smile as he gets my hair wet.
“Shampoo?”
I hand it to him silently, then run my hands along the ridges of his abs as he works the shampoo through my hair. My eyes close, and I just enjoy the sensations of his hands in my hair and his hard body under my fingers. I let my hands wander down further, and open my eyes when Jake groans as my fist cups and strokes his perfect cock.
“Definitely the perfect way to end the night,” he says with a lazy smile.
We
take turns lathering each other up, our hands exploring every inch of the other’s body. We’re not in a rush. Just savoring the moment.
When we’re all cleaned up and dried off, I grab a silky nightie and slip it over my head, then finger comb my long waves.
“Here,” I say, digging through a drawer until I find an old pair of men’s pajama pants. “You can wear these if you like.”
He gives me a dubious look, and I laugh. “They belonged to an ex, but I kept them because they’re super comfy. Great for lazy days lounging in bed.”
He holds them up, still skeptical. “I don’t think I want to wear another dude’s pants, Layla. That’s kinda fucking weird.
I laugh again. “Don’t be ridiculous. Just try them.” I cock my head and frown. “Though now that I think about it, they might not fit. That guy wasn’t as big as you.”
“Damn fucking right, he’s not,” Jake says with a cocky grin. “I’m in a league of my own with this bad boy.”
I roll my eyes and give an exaggerated sigh. “His height, Jacob. I’m talking about his height. He wasn’t as tall as you.”
“Uh huh.” He still has that shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
“You know it’s not always about cock size.”
He widens his eyes and drops his mouth in a ridiculous show of mock-surprise. “It’s not?”
Laughing, I grab his hand and pull him to the bed.
It’s been a long day, and we both seem content with just wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms.
Jake leans over and gives me a slow, sensual kiss. It’s different than any of his kisses from before. It’s gentle. Soft. Full of...something.
“Goodnight,” he whispers.
“Night.” I lie there for a few seconds, then whisper back, “But your cock is much bigger than his.”
Jake
“More bacon?” Layla asks as she swings by the table where I’m checking my emails while I eat the breakfast she made me.
I smile up at her. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”
She smiles back and tosses a few pieces on my plate, then takes hers over to the dishwasher. On her way back through the room, she drops a kiss on my head, and then disappears into her bedroom.
This should be fucking weird. I should be freaking out. Running out the door. Trying my best to escape everything about this situation that screams get out while you still can. This is more domestic than anything I’ve ever done in my life. It’s almost like we’re just your average married couple getting up and having coffee together before heading off to work.
But you wanna know the craziest part? I’m not freaked out at all. It’s actually nice to wake up with someone. Not some random chick that you fucked and didn’t have the sense to make leave the night before. Someone that makes you smile when you open your eyes and find her there next to you. Someone who you want to sit down to coffee with and talk about your plans for the day.
And for me, that someone is Layla. I could totally get used to this. I’ve gotten used to having her in my life over the past weeks, and I don’t want it to end.
Just the idea of her time with me concluding once she finishes her investigation has me feeling strange things I’ve never felt before. Nerves. Uncertainty. Something that feels a lot like panic. I don’t even know what’s happened to me. All I know is Layla is the best thing in my life right now and I’m not ready to let her go.
“What are you thinking about so seriously?” she teases as she sits back down across from me, this time fully dressed for the day. I’m still sitting there in my boxer briefs. No, I didn’t wear her micro-dick ex-boyfriend’s pants to bed, thank you very much. I have to draw the line somewhere.
I smile at her. “Just trying to get my head in the game. Busy day ahead.”
“From what I’ve seen, you have no problem getting your head exactly where it needs to be.” She grins at her own joke.
“Nice one,” I laugh. “But there’s only one place I want my head these days.”
“Oh really?” she asks coyly.
It’s true. Even though I’ve been going through applications to select my next guest, I honestly haven’t figured out how to handle the situation when I actually have to go back on camera and help her out. Not now that I’m dating Layla. I’ve never been in a relationship before. And while I’m not sure that’s what this is, it feels pretty damn close. How’s she going to feel when I have my next guest on? It’s coming up fast.
Ugh, I don’t even want to think about it.
“Want some coffee?” she says, frowning. “You look out of it.”
“No, I’m good. I don’t drink coffee.”
She looks like I just told her I don’t believe the earth is actually round or something equally outrageous.
“What?”
She shakes her head. “I just can’t imagine not having my cup of coffee in the morning. It gets me going.”
I shrug. “I don’t need it. I just hit the gym in the mornings and that wakes me up. Though, I don’t think I’ll have time for it this morning. I have you to thank for that.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining before.” Layla arches her eyebrows.
Laughing, I check my watch. My driver should be here soon with a fresh suit for me to wear to work, but not quite yet. I still have a little time.
“Well, if I’m going to miss my morning workout, thanks to you, the least you can do is make it up to me.”
A slow smile spreads across her lips, and I know she’s on the same page. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I can think of a few things…”
Layla
Jake’s driver arrives sooner than expected, but that doesn’t stop us from moving our new morning workout to the limo.
"I know it isn't as easy to get caught while we're fucking in the limo, but we can certainly make up for a missed workout in here," Jake says with a laugh.
I punch his arm playfully. "You and I don't have to risk getting caught to still have sex," I say. It's true, don't laugh, I just happen to very much enjoy indulging my exhibitionist fantasies with Jake.
I hold his hand and step into the car, sliding across the seat. When the door closes, I feel a change in the air when he sits down next to me. His fingertips are on the nape of my neck before I have a second to think and I'm already breathing more quickly in anticipation of his hands on me. Having sex in a limo is definitely new territory for me and I want to enjoy every second of it. I wonder about the moving car, the driver, and other random stuff like that.
Then I gasp, his lips pressing against my neck, and I lose all sense of anything but him and immediately forget all of my thoughts when his mouth touches me. He captures the skin of my neck between his teeth for a second, and I shiver. Then his hand replaces his mouth and his lips close over mine.
My fingers tear at his shirt, ready to strip him down so that I can put my mouth on his body while our kiss deepens. His hands make short order of my clothes, tearing everything off so quickly that I gasp. My discarded clothes and poor, abused little thong are a heap on the floor with his shoes, and his clothes are soon to join them. "I might have needed those things for later, you know," I say, laughing, but I really don't care. I just want to be able to rub my naked body against his, so I get rid of his clothes just as quickly. I take my mouth to his neck, and his fingers go to the wet spot between my thighs, now bared.
"Fuck, I need to fuck you so hard," Jake groans. "If I had my way, you'd never wear anything. I'd keep you naked all the time so I could fuck you as much as I wanted with nothing in the way." Then I feel his fingers start to stroke my pussy lips. The way he runs up and down the length of my pussy is enough to make me cry out against his skin.
"Mmm," I moan. "Yes, fuck, yes," I tell him, desperate for more, my pussy grinding on his hand. "I always want you inside me," I manage to tell him before I suck in my lower lip and try to breathe with the way he's touching my pussy.
But he already knows I want more and he pul
ls his fingers away from my pussy and replaces them with his cock.
I let out a wild moan as I feel his thickness sliding all the way inside of my pussy, his long inches destroying every single nerve ending on the way.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so goddamn good,” Jake growls against my ear.
I open my mouth to respond, but all I can manage is a moan, pleasure turning into sound as it rolls over my tongue.
I inhale sharply as he slides his cock out of me, and that is only so that he can thrust into my pussy again. Pistoning into me steadily, he starts by building a rhythm. First, softly, and then moving so furiously that I feel as if my brain is on fire. Each time he thrusts it's as if molten lava is being poured into my pussy, but the kind of molten lava that unleashes ecstasy all over my body and makes me desperate for more of him, so much more.
It doesn’t take long; a few hard thrusts and that’s all it takes for my pussy to tighten up around his cock like a vice, his shaft buried deep inside me as a tidal wave of ecstasy sweeps over me. I let it drag me down to the depths of pleasure, arching my back and screaming so loud that my lungs feel like two balloons about to pop.
“Oh god, YES!” I moan as he slides his cock out of my pussy, flames of lust dancing in his eyes.
Pleasure makes my muscles tense up and, before I know it, even my throat is choking out my moans. I just exhale sharply, bracing myself for impact, and it happens before I even know where it came from. The orgasm just explodes inside of me, a ball of fire sending tendrils of flames all over my body.
I scream so loud that the windows in the limo might shatter, but Jake just keeps on thrusting furiously, his cock ravaging my pussy in a way that I didn’t think to be possible. Slowing down for a few seconds, he slides one forearm under my waist and, leaning back, he pulls me into him and makes me go on all fours.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I start thrusting back against him, grinning as the sound of my ass cheeks slapping his thighs fill the whole limo. I keep going like that until I feel beads of sweat pooling on my forehead and, perhaps feeling the exhaustion taking over my body, Jake grabs me by the hips and forces me to stop. Then, without a moment’s rest, he thrusts with as much strength as he has, slamming his body against mine almost too viciously.
