by Jamie Knight
I couldn't be sure at first, but I was sure she was thinking about me when she started saying my name. Not loudly, it was really only a whisper, but I clearly heard it between her moans and the subtle slap and smack of her fingering her tight little pussy. It was all I could do not to kick the door down and take her over the sink, but I had managed to restrain myself. I was pretty sure such a rough encounter would hurt her. It still drove me crazy knowing she was naked and wet, in more ways than one, on the other side of the door.
It didn't help much that the provided robe didn't really leave too much to the imagination.
When she came out looking embarrassed, I couldn't help but tease her a bit. Not to be mean, really, just to let her know that I knew and was interested and was up for it if she was. I wasn't sure if the message quite got across.
“Hey, look, food,” she said, going over to the table set up in the room.
“Indeed, it is. I took the liberty of ordering room service while you were, um, enjoying the shower. I mostly went by what you ordered last night. I didn't figure you were a vegetarian.”
“No, not at all,” she said, sitting at the table, the robe riding up even further on her thighs.
I got up and tried to shift my erection into a position, so it was less obvious, went over to the table, and sat down to breakfast. The awkwardness fell over us again, and we ate mostly in silence. Or at least I did.
Charlotte just played glumly with her food. Seeing that made me suddenly lose my appetite.
“Maybe I should have let you go home last night,” I commented.
“Let had nothing to do with it,” she admitted, still gazing into her plate. “I wanted to come here. To be with you. I-I can't stop thinking about you. About b-being with you. I want it so much it hurts.”
“Same here,” I said, causing her to look up in shock.
“Really?”
By way of reply, I went to her side of the table, sweeping it clear with one stroke of my arm as I did, plates and silverware clattering to the floor, causing Charlotte to jump and squeak with surprise.
Taking her firmly by the back of the neck with my good arm, I stood Charlotte up in front of me and kissed her soft and deep, pushing my tongue in as far it would go, using it to tenderly massage hers. Charlotte relaxed in my arms, returning the kiss. With her assent, I untiled the belt on her robe, my tongue still deep in her mouth, keeping either of us from speaking as the robe slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor behind her.
Using my right hand, I gently explored her naked body, caressing down her neck to her breasts, which were even bigger and softer than I had imagined. She sighed softly as I caressed my way down the side of the left one, lightly touching the nipple. Continuing down between her tits and over her belly, I ran the back of my hand down the top of her left thigh before coming back up between her legs and gently cupping her pussy. She gasped and held onto me with both arms as I lovingly worked her pussy, stroking the outside in gentle circles.
Charlotte started softly moving her hips in time with my fingers as I got her ready. When she was nice and wet, I slipped in one finger and then two inside her, her sweet, tender little pussy squeezing them in welcome. She tightened her hold on me as I fingered her. It only took a few minutes before Charlotte nearly exploded with an orgasm, letting out a long screaming moan and leaning hard against me to keep from collapsing.
“Never had that before?” I asked.
“N-no,” Charlotte managed.
I kissed her gently on the cheek and guided her over to the cleared off table, laying her out on it. She let me position her, putting her legs so her feet were up on the edge of the table, her ass and pussy very close as well. Keeping my left hand wrapped gently around her ankle to maintain contact, I pulled up a chair. I sat between Charlotte's open legs, staring admiringly at her pretty little pussy, giving it several gentle strokes with my good had.
When she had relaxed a bit, I leaned in running my tongue the length of her silken pink lips, making Charlotte moan loud and deep. I did it again, and she reached down with both hands, burying them in my hair, which had grown back quite admirably since my crew cut days.
Taking this as a hint, I picked up speed, lapping at her fast and hard, mixing in a couple of gentle swirls on her clit. The sensations running through her body made Charlotte push her pussy down even harder against my tongue. Pacing my good hand on her hip to hold her still, I buried my head between her trembling, creamy thighs and devoured her sweet little pussy, making her scream with unbridled joy.
Charlotte hit the peak of her orgasm, her hips lowering back down onto the table as a shudder ran through her. I lovingly cupped her pussy as she came down. When she was ready, I guided her up into a sitting position. I unzipped my pants, releasing my cock, which sprung out rock-hard. Charlotte actually gasped when she saw it. I was going to ask if she was okay, but before I could, she had already wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke experimentally.
“Gentle, sweetie,” I said, putting my hand on her bare shoulder.
She kept stroking it lovingly, unable to keep her eyes off of it, watching the glistening head as she stroked. Soon enough, she lowered her head and took the head of my cock into her hot, wet little mouth and sucked softly. Getting used to that much, she lowered her head even more pushing more in, getting easing in to about halfway down my cock, which was honestly a bit more than I might have expected her to manage.
Keeping one hand around my shaft and softly cupping my balls, Charlotte started to suck in earnest, working my cock between her sweet wet lips while pumping my shaft with her warm, gentle hand, making me want to cum in no time. I held off, not only because it felt amazing, but also, I didn't want to end Charlotte's fun. She really seemed to enjoy what she was doing.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and unloaded a mighty torrent of cum into her mouth. She pulled back, looking slightly shocked but then smiled, getting used to the taste, swallowing down every bit.
Keeping her hand firmly around my shaft, Charlotte guided me forward and stroked the head of my cock against her pussy. Once I was in place, she leaned back on her elbows so she could watch while I fucked her. Taking her by the hip with my right hand, I eased my cock into her pussy, getting most of the way in. Giving her a moment to get used to the feeling of being so filled, I started to move, careful not to fuck her too hard, at least not at first.
Slowly, I started picking up speed, working her tight little pussy until she moaned, a violent orgasm rushing through her so hard I could feel the aftershocks. I kissed her gently and stroked her hair as she recovered.
“I want you so much,” she said breathlessly.
“I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you,” I confessed.
We kissed passionately, my huge cock still deep inside her.
Chapter Ten
Charlotte
It took me a while to recover. I had literally never been fucked like that before, and it took a while before I could stand. With Jacob's help, I got back into the clothes I had worn on our date, and then he got dressed in a beautiful suit that I somehow guessed wasn't actually his.
“Courtesy of Liam?” I asked.
“Well spotted,” he said, tucking in the bright blue pocket square.
“It's a Gift. You look amazing,” I told him.
“Thanks.”
He crooked an elbow like the elegant gent that he now appeared to be. Getting up gingerly, I accepted his invitation, and we headed out to his car, still with about two hours to spare before we were supposed to meet the landlord and possibly Jacob's immediate destiny.
Since we had the time and neither of us had actually eaten the room service breakfast for which Liam had so generously paid, whether he knew about it or not, we stopped off for some burgers and shakes on the way to the apartment building. It was nearly noon at that point, so it felt a bit less like blasphemy — the cult of breakfast having been well and truly ingrained into my bones as a kid.
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nbsp; It had to have been a coincidence, but as we drove, I could not help but notice that the building that Jacob was trying to rent in was only a few blocks away from where I lived. Not really the same as moving in together, but there was definitely a matter of proximity.
Jacob let me take the lead, which I hadn't been expecting but gladly accepted, trying to put on my best face, confidence not being something that I was great with.
Jacob pushed a buzzer marked admin.
“Booth?” came a static crackled voice.
“That's me,” Jacob said.
The door buzzed and we were granted entrance into the lobby. Despite the somewhat small size, the lobby had been really well designed and nicely decorated. We waited there. The tension and excitement thick between us broke when the landlord finally appeared. The key to the apartment in his hand.
“Shall we?” he said, heading for the elevator.
We followed, Jacob lacing his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand gently. Making us look to all the world like a loving couple.
“I don't think Jacob mentioned you before,” the landlord said as he unlocked the door.
“He's so humble,” I said, gently rubbing his back, Jacob seemed a bit surprised by the sudden contact but soon relaxed, smiling big.
“So when's the big day?” the landlord asked, making it sound like he might be grilling us.
“April first,” I answered.
“Really?” the landlord asked, unable to keep from laughing.
“Most people thought we were kidding anyway, so it seemed fitting,” I explained.
The more I saw of the apartment, the more I loved it. It was a bit bigger than I would have thought for the size of the building. It was beautifully designed with lots of windows and natural light and came with some of the best furnishings I had ever seen. The kitchen was already equipped with all chrome appliances, including a state of the art coffee-maker. I could be really happy cooking in there.
The bathroom was similarly lovely, including a full-sized soaker tug and two sets of florescent track-lighting.
“Nice big bathtub,” I whispered to Jacob, just loud enough for the landlord to hear.
He kissed me tenderly on the cheek, making it look very much like bathing together was something we regularly did. Another item added to my to-try list before our fake relationship ended.
I could really see myself starting a family with Jacob, all of us living in the lovely apartment with the space-aged kitchen and ocean view.
I forced myself to push such thoughts out of my mind, even though they made it much easier to play the happy fiancee, at least one of those two things being true. And there was the problem. Jacob was clear that he wanted a fake fiancee, not a real one.
Though, honestly, if I was going to get married, it would have been to him. Not because of the fantastic sex, which would really have been reason enough to at least consider it. I was already falling deeply, madly, irreversibly in love with him. Unrequited as it might have been for all I knew.
My one consolation was that I succeeded in my fraud. The landlord was so impressed and touched by our fake relationship that he leased the apartment to Jacob right there and then, grinning like a fool the entire time — almost as though he were the one getting married. It was interesting how happiness could be contagious that way.
Keys in his pocket, Jacob held my hand all the way back down to his Saturn. Even when we were out of sight of the landlord. Just when I was about to make a joke about how he should be careful or a girl might get the wrong impression, he grabbed me and kissed me passionately.
“Thank you,” he said, tears forming in his eyes.
“Hey,” I said, trying to wipe the tears away.
He collapsed into my chest, holding me close. I shouldn't have been surprised, really. He had tried to tell me how important it was that he get his own place. Though I really hadn't understood until that moment. I rubbed his back and stroked his hair, trying to calm him, already playing the role that I had only been feigning at up to that point for the benefit of the landlord.
“Sorry,” Jacob said, lifting his head from my comforting bosom, wiping his eyes.
“No problem, honey,” I said.
I didn't know where that came from, but he didn't seem to mind if he even noticed. I looked down at the front of my shirt, which just so happened to be white, the wet from his tears, making it see-through. I suddenly wished I hadn’t been wearing a bra. Or at least not a black one which stood out starkly.
We got back to the hotel room. Before I knew what I was doing, I was bending over the bed, Jacob gently putting his hand on my ass. I thought, at first, it might have been an accident, but then he gave me a squeeze, bringing out a soft moan from me. I didn’t object because this was exactly what I wanted, and he didn’t stop, moving his hand over between my legs and stroking my pussy through my skirt and panties.
I pulled them both off and got back into position. Jacob slid two wet fingers into my pussy. Putting my hands on the headboard, I pushed back a bit and started to gently rock back and forth on his fingers, working myself into a shaking orgasm.
Taking me around the waist and holding me, Jacob helped me lay down. I got on the bed near the edge in the way I knew he liked. I spread my legs wide. Lightly stroking my inner thigh, Jacob started at my feet and kissed his way all the way up my legs, moving in when he reached my thighs, finally settling on my tight little pussy, giving it several soft, quick licks.
I moaned loudly, letting him know how much I liked it, reached down, and spread my pussy lips to let him know what I wanted him to do next. Taking the hint, Jacob switched to long, hard licks going from bottom to top, running along the opening of my delicate pink pussy. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair to let him know how good it felt. He kept going, getting me right to the edge of orgasm before edging off. I could have cried.
Having mercy on me, Jacob shoved his face back in and licked me in a hard, circular motion slipping in two fingers to work my pussy as he spiraled on my clit. It felt so good I couldn’t help pushing my pussy down even harder onto his tongue. I came ridiculously fast, a shudder running all the way through me.
I crashed back onto the bed, panting hard, Jacob still planting tender little kisses on the outside of my pussy, almost like he was trying to kiss it better.
“Turn over,” he ordered.
Trusting him implicitly, I turned over and got on all fours, my feet hanging off the edge of the bed. Taking me by the right hip, Jacob eased his cock into my well-prepared pussy, getting almost all the way in on the first go. He had almost been too big for me the first time, but I was getting used to him, and he took care to make sure that I was ready before pushing in.
As he pumped, Jacob shifted so he could get his left hand over me, gently rubbing my asshole with his thumb. It was something I had always wondered about but never really had the nerve to try. Jacob had made the decision for me, and I was delighted he had. The sensation in my asshole was making what he was doing with my pussy even more intense.
Again I started moving against him, gently rocking my hips back and forth along which his gentle thrusts as he lovingly pumped me. Slowly, he gained in speed, working up to a moderated, steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, his thumb somehow finding its way into my asshole — not really far but enough for me feel it. I let out a small gasp, more of a surprise than anything else.
“You okay, baby?” Jacob asked.
“Yes!” I shouted, my intensity having more to do with the absurd amounts of pleasure shooting through me.
“Good,” he said, continuing with his present course of action.
I started to cum, and he eased off, stroking the small of my back as the convulsions began even harder than before, sending shock waves through my entire body.
“You want to cum?” I asked, realizing that he didn’t last time, at least not while inside me.
“Yes,” he said.
Leaving it there for the momen
t, he withdrew both his cock and thumb and started using his tongue to do to my asshole what he had already done to my pussy. I couldn’t contain my joy and started moaning and screaming with irrepressible joy as Jacob gave me pleasure unlike any I had ever even imagined.
When I was ready, he stood behind me again. Pressing the head of his cock against my asshole, he eased it in, not going much farther than the head. My asshole instantly tightened around him. It didn’t hurt like I was always told it would — probably in an attempt to keep me from trying it. If anything, it felt like a bit of pressure but really just felt good. I could only imagine how it felt for him. I also felt strangely proud to be able to give him that.
Loading my asshole with his cock, Jacob started to push in even further, without a word of protest on my end. The sensations rushing through me like quicksilver were enough to render me non-verbal.
“Good?” he asked, stroking my back. I nodded vigorously, encouraging him to please continue.
Sliding his hand up to my shoulder, at least partly for leverage, Jacob started thrusting a bit harder. The feeling brought up gasps, moans, and screams from the deepest core of my being. It felt so good I could barely stand it. It was honestly all I could do not to pass out. I had heard rumors of girls being literally fucked into unconsciousness, but mostly though they were at least exaggerated if out downright lies. Turns out, they were understating the fact of the matter if anything.
Jacob picked up speed, pounding me even harder, pumping his huge cock inside my tight little virgin asshole, making me shudder and scream. I turned towards the pillow to muffle the sound in case one of the neighbors decided I was being horribly murdered or something and called the police. I wouldn’t blame them if they did considering the sounds I was making.
