Jacqueline’s Quest

by TL Reeve

  Thomas stood then and came around the table. The grin on his face drew Murray’s attention to the hand holding the tablecloth up while AJ was under said table. His gaze snapped to Jaqueline who continued to stroke him, unfazed by AJ seeing their little game. Pride filled him along with excitement and gut-twisting need. Luca's suggestion had worked perfectly for his innocent subbie.

  Thomas cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at AJ, waiting for her to reappear. When she did, the surprised look on her face was enough to make Murray chuckle under his breath. She'd been caught red-handed, the dirty girl.

  "Sorry." She picked up a clean fork before going back to her meal while every so often giving Murray a quick glance as though she'd had a million questions to ask him, but didn’t know where to start.

  He tipped his beer to his mouth while Jaqueline’s gaze bore into Murray. When he lowered the bottle, she twisted her foot, adding just a bit of a pain to the pleasure already coursing through him. He clenched his hands into fists on the table while his whole body was pulled tighter than a bow. His breath came in shallow pants.

  He groaned.

  “Jaqueline,” Murray muttered, his tone gritty and filled with sexual ardor.

  “Si, esclavo?”

  “I believe,” Murray grunted, “I believe we should go to our room. Now.”

  “Are you telling me what to do?” Jaqueline arched a brow as she crossed her arms, pushing her boobs higher.

  Murray ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Please?”

  "Better," Jaqueline answered. "You're right. We should." She stood and started for the exit. When she'd gotten halfway, she did a half-turn and motioned for Murray to follow.

  Murray stumbled out of the dining room, hot on Jaqueline's heels. The whole time they'd been eating dinner she kept her stocking foot pressed to his hard dick, rubbing him. The friction of having the rough denim across his balls should have left him feeling raw, instead, he'd been so fucking hard. Going commando had always been his thing, tonight solidified why he enjoyed it so much.

  “Shit you got me twisted in knots,” he murmured when he joined her in the small foyer separating the dining area from the rest of the house.

  “Oh? Are you expecting me to apologize?” She lifted her chin in a superior fashion.

  “Fuck no.” Murray pinned her to the wall behind her and pressed his lower body to hers. “What can I do to please you, Madame Jacqueline?” Being with Jaqueline earlier taught him one thing, when he let go of his control, magical shit happened. He had to live in the moment if he wanted to experience it again.

  A bright pink flush covered Jaqueline’s cheeks. “I—”

  When they’d discussed the mission early on, he realized how innocent she still was. Jaqueline spent more time caring for her family and when she wasn’t doing that, she was saving the world. She’d never given herself a chance to explore her sexuality. The thought of him being able to guide and experience it with her... It was an honor and a privilege. Of course, being the asshole he was, he boxed up the information gleaned off of her the first days of their mission and packed it away—until it smacked him in the face while working with Luca. As much as he needed to learn how to be a sub, she had to learn how to be a Domme. She had to say what she wanted and how she wanted it without embarrassment. The little exercise Luca gave her, sparked something within Jaqueline and her switch had been flipped.

  “Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers, before settling into a steamy kiss. They were combustible together and he had to show her they could do this, even if he’d been out of his element. He had to coax the vixen he knew lay underneath the inexperienced veneer out and hope commanding woman from Luca’s playroom, stayed out.

  “I’m the one who’s supposed to be leading this,” she said, frowning.

  “Yes, you are. Show me what you’re made of, Madame,” he goaded.

  Determination filled her features as she pushed him to the floor then braced her spiked heel against his shoulder. “E-eat my pussy. M-make it sloppy.” She inched the hem of her dress exposing the thigh-high stockings and the garter she wore.

  “Why Madame Jacqueline, you’re not wearing any panties,” he said before pressing a kiss to her thigh.

  “The easier access for you to eat my pussy.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

  He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut. Shit, what’s wrong with me. My eyes don’t fucking flutter. “You got me on edge here and a bit out of control.”

  “Same,” she said. “Put your mouth on me, now.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Murray palmed her ass and tilted her hips up as he buried his face between her legs. He groaned the minute the sweet cream of her pussy touched his tongue. Her startled cry of pleasure had determination filling him. He nuzzled her sex before he swirled his tongue around her clit. The bead swelled under his touch, becoming a hard knot. Murray sucked the stiff bud into his mouth.

  Jaqueline moaned. She rubbed her cunt across his lips at the same moment she pulled his hair. Pinpricks of pleasure spread through his body and settled in his already tight groin. He gasped. “You’re good at this.”

  “You taste good. Like a cherry juicy gummy.”

  She peered down at him. “What?”

  He nipped at her skin. “You know, those gummy candies when you bite into them, juice explodes across your tongue? When I dip my tongue inside you, I get a blast of the sweetest nectar, I’ve ever tasted. Like cherries.” To prove his point, he filled her with his tongue and groaned.

  She clenched around his intrusion and held him close while riding his face. “Dios mio, Murray.”

  His heart hammered and his chest heaved with each breath he took. “What do you need from me?” He dug his fingertips into her ass cheeks kneading the soft flesh.

  “Show me your dick.”

  Shocked, he stared up at her. Jaqueline’s rainbow hair fell around her face, shadowing it in the most intriguing ways. Her dark eyes were glassy with desire and her lipstick wasn’t perfect anymore.

  “Release the Kracken here?” He grinned, teasing her a bit. “Don’t want to embarrass the others.”

  She laughed. “Bad, esclavo. I should punish you.”

  “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell,” he muttered. “What would you do to me? Spank me? Edge me? Tell me I can’t cum tonight?”

  “Maybe I’ll do all of it. Guess it’s all up to what you do now,” she said. “Show me your beautiful cock.”

  "Yes, Ma'am." He undid his belt then opened his pants and pulled down the zipper. He sighed when the pressure eased from the thick length. The tip of cock was covered in precum and with each throb, he spilled more. "Now what would you have me do?"

  “You’re leaking,” she said, wonderment filled her tone.

  “I’m excited. So fucking excited it hurts.”

  She hummed in approval. “Back to work, esclavo.” Jaqueline positioned his face right where she wanted it.

  Fuck, the scene was too fucking hot for him. He knew they'd be like this once he got her to relax and trust him. His balls were heavy and ached. The cool air of the room brush across his tip and he groaned. He was overstimulated and knew if he didn't give himself a moment, he'd shoot his load like a horny teenager. Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop. He licked and nipped at her pussy delving inside of her while he squeezed her ass. The sounds she made went straight to his head, leaving him dizzy with lust. He needed inside her, but also realized she was in charge, and she dictated what happened next.

  “Touch yourself, Murray,” she said on a gasp. “I want to watch you stroke your dick.”

  He didn’t hesitate. A strangled moan fell from his lips as he bucked into his hold, he was close. “Madame, please.” The desperation in his voice was foreign to him.

  “Together,” she whispered. “Together.”

  Murray envisioned her tight cunt wrapped around his dick instead of his fist as he jerked off while her cream
ran down his chin. She trembled above him and she’d gone tense. The little pearl at the top of her sex hardened more and the minute he latched onto her clit she came apart in his arms in a strangled cry of bliss.

  The first jet of his release stole his ability to breathe. The second had him moaning and pumping his dick harder and faster. Even his ass clenched while he unloaded. It was erotic and amazing and more than he’d ever expected. He rested his head on her thigh while he tried to calm himself.

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  “Indeed,” he chuckled. “Are you okay?”

  She nibbled her bottom lip and nodded. “But I want more.”

  Good, because so did he. Even though he’d just climaxed he was ready to go again. “Here or our room?” He didn’t have a problem lifting her in his arms and fucking her right there. She on the other hand, when she realized what they’d done, might take issue with it.

  “Our room,” she replied. “Use your shirt to clean up your mess, el guarro.”

  “Shit, keep talking like that, and we won’t make it to our room,” he grumbled, tugging his shirt off. “I take you to the floor and fuck you until neither one of us can walk.”

  Jaqueline put the tip of her index finger under his chin. “You’re a very dirty boy, esclavo.”

  He sucked air between his clenched teeth. “Yes Madame, I am.”

  “Clean up your mess then meet me in our room.” She adjusted her dress then sauntered off in the direction of their bedroom, which was across the hall from Thomas and AJ.

  “So messed up.” He laughed to himself. Even if it wasn’t for him, he couldn’t deny how turned on it made him to be told by Jaqueline what to do.

  When he was sure he cleaned up all of his mess, he zipped up then strode down the hall to his room. The door was closed so he knocked once before stepping inside. Jaqueline stood in the middle of the space, wearing the garter and stockings he loved and her bra. She’d also left on the heels. His cock jerked against the fly of his pants and his mouth watered.

  “Strip,” she demanded.

  Murray locked the door behind him then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots and socks off. Once he shucked his jeans, he stood before her naked and aroused. He put his hands behind his back and assumed the pose for parade rest. Jaqueline crossed to him. She trailed her fingertips across his abs, causing the muscles to bunch and twitch. His dick gave a hardy jerk as well in anticipation and it took all of his will power to stand there without demanding she palm his cock.

  “What’s this?” She cupped his sac and tugged.

  Murray moaned. “My balls.”

  “Whose balls?”

  He smirked. “Those are your cum filled balls.” He shrugged. “If you want them.”

  She ran her finger along his taint, and he grunted. “You’ll tell me everything you like, yes?”

  “Yes,” he answered. “Madame.”

  “Lay in the middle of the bed.”

  “Yes, Madame,” he answered before climbing onto the bed.

  When he was in position, she joined him. They’d had a conversation about sex which had been embarrassing, to say the least, and they'd both agreed to use condoms for the time being until they got the all clear from Rae, even though she'd been on birth control and he too knew he was clean. While Murray had done a little exploring, he'd found different hiding places for condoms. He’d be remiss if he didn’t say it piqued his curiosity and made him what the man did in the house when no one was around.

  Jaqueline grabbed a silver disk out of the nightstand beside the bed and tossed it at him. “Put this on.”

  “Is there a bigger one?” He frowned. “I use this one and it’ll break.”

  “They all appear to be the same size,” she muttered. “Look.”

  Murray glanced in the drawer and muttered a curse. “Well, it appears we’re at a stalemate, Madame.”

  She pushed him back onto the bed then climbed up into his lap. He glanced up at her. “No coming inside me.”

  He swallowed hard. “What a thing to tell a guy who’s never played the pull-out game.”

  She grabbed his hands and placed them on the headboard then whispered, “Don’t move your hands or we stop.”

  His dick jerked. “Yes, Madame.”

  She positioned his tip at her entrance. Inch by glorious inch he slid into her. He shut his eyes and tried not to concentrate on the exquisite pain of her squeezing the hell out of his dick. The slick walls of her pussy quivered around him and he groaned. It was too good. How the fuck did she expect him to pull out with a snatch as perfect as hers?

  Le petite mort. The small death. Now he understood the saying.

  Jaqueline rolled her hips and moaned his name. Her head fell back on her shoulders, causing the ends of her hair to brush his thigh. Shit, he could feel the sensation in his balls, like millions of fingers tickling his nuts. He clenched his hands around the wrought iron bar, so not to let go and take over. He wanted to pound into her over and over until both of them were spent. Instead, he let her dictate the pace.

  “Take your bra off,” he murmured. “Madame.”

  “Why?” She cupped her breasts and squeezed.

  “So I can suck on your puckered nipples. They have to be aching by now. Let me put my mouth on them while you bounce on my cock and get me all creamy.”

  She stilled. Her inner muscles twitched and rippled around him and it felt like heaven and hell. He wanted to give in to his baser need and fill her up with his cum. "Are you telling me what to do now?"

  “Never in my wildest dreams,” he said. “I can see how hard your nipples are through the lace of your bra and I thought you’d like it if I help out a bit.”

  She began to ride him again while unhooking her bra. When her breasts were released from the offending material, he sucked in a breath. She was beautiful. Her nipples were a dark brown and so fucking stiff the area around her nipple had puckered. They pointed straight at him and he wanted to get his mouth on them. Now. As if reading his mind, Jaqueline pressed his face to her chest. Murray groaned. He inhaled her floral perfume while placing kisses across her flesh and, when he drew her nipple into his mouth, the cry she let loose with, caused him to flex deep within her.

  He took over, fucking her as best he could while on the bottom. She matched him thrust for thrust. He alternated between each nipple, sucking as much of her tits into his mouth as he could before letting go of one to then do the same with the other. The sounds coming from her turned him on and he knew he had to be careful or else.

  “That’s it,” he muttered. “Get your silky pussy off of my dick. Cover me in your juice, make it run down my balls. Fuck...”

  She screamed his name, drawing her fingers through his hair and clung to him. Her nails scored his scalp and the tingles of bliss spread through him. “So close.”

  “I can feel it,” he said, burying his face in her neck. “You’re milking my dick, Jaqueline. I need to pull out soon.”

  “Not yet.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close while she fucked him in hard short thrusts.

  He could feel his release building the tingle in the base of his spine grew bigger by the second. He wasn’t going to last it was too good. Too hot. Too much. “Jaqueline. I’m gonna come. I need to pull out.”

  “I was wrong,” she sobbed shuddering above him. “Stay with me, in me.”

  “Are you sure?” Even though she was protected, it was still a dangerous game they played.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Fuck. Get me there with you, Jaqueline. Make me come.”

  She removed his hands from the headboard and placed them on her hips. He dug his fingers into the supple flesh and rocked her over him harder and faster until she was screaming. The unholy sound that left him would have been embarrassing if it hadn't felt so fucking good. For a spilt second, he thought his climax left him blind from the force of it. He ground his hips against hers while he filled her, setting off a second orgasm for he
r.

  He shook in her arms as they came down from their releases. Nothing had ever felt so right, even if he didn’t understand it. Murray pressed her head to his shoulder as he held her in his arms. As much as he needed her comfort, he realized she’d need his too. Her soft breath fanned across his collar bone and he shuddered. “Are you okay?”

  “I think that’s my line,” she murmured with a small chuckle.

  The action squeezed her muscles around him, and he cursed. “I think I died.”

  “Mmm.” She sighed. “Me too.”

  “I don’t want to pull out,” he said.

  “I don’t want you to either.” She stared up at him unguarded with her emotions. Arousal still swirled in her eyes, love—maybe, admiration for sure, acceptance.

  “When you stare at me like you are, I feel unworthy and full of pride and honor. You’re an amazing woman, Jaqueline Herrera.” He traced his fingertip down her cheek to her chin before lifting it so he could kiss her. “Thank you for trusting me.”

  “Again, I think you’re saying my line,” she teased before kissing him back. “I feel the same way.”

  He snuggled her close to him and exhaled. “Do you think they heard us?”

  “Probably,” she said. “You’re pretty loud.”

  He laughed and felt himself slip from her. “I think the same could be said about you.”

  She laughed. “Of course. Have you seen the size of your dick, it’s a monster.”

  He chuckled. “Hence the name Kracken. I think I’ll call your pussy cherry from now on too.”

  “Cherry?” She arched a brow.

  “Do you prefer grape?”

  She swatted at him playfully. “Cochino.”

  He shrugged. “What? Your pussy is primo stuff. Hot, tight and so fucking juicy. Just thinking about it gets me hard.”

  She sat back a bit. “Even now?”

  “Semi,” he said. “Two good orgasms back to back and I need a moment to recharge.”