Chapter Two – Jack #2
Between the softness of the couch and how short she was, she was the perfect height for this—so I leaned in, and felt her brace herself with her hands against the wall above me.
Her folds opened for me, already dripping with wetness, it was easy for me to play my tongue in and up, to taste her more.
She made a soft noise as I lapped forward and a louder moan as my lips found her clit to suck, rolling my tongue against it.
She thrust then, her dancer’s hips giving way, and I followed her with my head. One of her hands came down to grab into my hair as both of mine reached up to cup her perfect ass, all the better to follow it.
I pushed my tongue up, in, out, sucked, again and again, tasting every part of her that I could reach, and then she sped up so fast I couldn’t follow and I didn’t want to slow her down—I just left my tongue out and let her ride on it, feeling her ass clench and release above me in endless waves.
If she was going to come this way, so be it, but I needed to come too—I let go of her to pull out my cock and started stroking it below her, looking up at her fabulous body, the bottom curve of her breasts, as her head rolled back and—she pushed herself off the wall with obvious effort, to stare down the flat plain of her stomach at me.
“Put a condom on.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, reaching into the back pocket of my jeans. I’d never pulled one on so fast before, but I was ready as her hips came down.
It was like she was sliding down an imaginary pole. She put both her hands on my shoulders and lowered herself, letting me manage any issues with aiming, while she watched—because she wanted to see the look on my face at the moment when—
“God,” I whispered, as my cock dipped inside her.
With a dancer’s strength, Thea hovered there, atop me, pulsing up and down, tormenting me with only an inch of her heat, leaving me powerless, willing her to give me more.
Slowly, so slowly, she did, making me appreciate each and every moment of her slide.
She was tight around me, I could feel myself filling her, and from the sounds she made I knew she could feel it too.
She changed from feet to knees and then we were sealed at the hips, her pussy tight against me, my hard cock buried inside.
“This feels so good,” I murmured, cupping her ass to me as I went to kiss her breast.
“I know,” she said, “I know.” She made a soft sound then and caught her breath, beginning to rock on me.
I tried to thrust—I really did—but the way her eyes closed as her head rolled back and her hips began to pulse—I’d been with enough women to know that sometimes the moment belonged to them, and as she started bouncing I realized there was nothing I should do, could do, except let her use me.
I put my hands at her waist and leaned back into her couch to arch up for her pleasure, and as I did that, she opened her eyes.
“Oh—Jack,” she whispered, grinding herself against me.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, moving my hands to hold her ass tightly.
Her hands clasped my shoulders tight as she started rocking harder, whipping my cock in and out of her with tiny thrusts, making it fill her and then leave her empty.
I watched in amazement, but didn’t interrupt—it wasn’t every day a woman used you this fiercely, and I wanted to let her ride.
I could see her winding up to come, in the way her mouth opened, hear it in the roughness of her breath, feel it as her pussy grasped around me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I breathed, encouraging her, her perfect breasts bobbing.
Her stomach curled against mine, grinding her clit into me with each push.
I could feel the glory of her ass tightening and pulling—and above all else I could feel her pussy—the pussy that I’d longed to be in, ever since high school, the one I must’ve stroked myself to a hundred times, imagining being inside at night—it fit my cock like a glove.
Every time she squirmed and pulled and pushed and rocked it made me harder and more ready—
“Oh—oh—oh!” she warned, impossibly fast now, squirming atop me, pinned by my cock. I grabbed her hips hard and pulled her toward me, shoving myself deep inside her. “Oh! Yes! Jack!” she said and started shaking, spasming, from her head down to her toes and every part in between—
“God, yes,” I growled, as her pussy’s waves of orgasm grabbed hold of me. “Yes.” I used my hands to make her hips fuck me for another crucial moment and then shot my cum deep with a guttural sound, my own hips rising and falling, making hers ride along, until both our bodies sank.
Thea rocked back, making long sighs of pleasure, still swirling her hips over me, one lazy hand stroking her own breast, until she sat back, moving incrementally until my spent cock slid out.
Then she fell over on the couch beside me, seemingly exhausted.
“Oh, Jack, if you were that good in high school, I missed out.”
“You and a lot of other girls,” I said, pulling off the condom as I pushed myself back inside my jeans. I hadn’t even gotten to take any of my clothing off—all the better to go stumble out and catch an Uber.
As if reading my mind she rose up on her elbows. “If you think you’re going home tonight, tomorrow, whatever the fuck day this is now—you’re sadly mistaken.”
I stared at her. I’d already lived the dream and made peace with the fact that despite what she’d said it could still be apology sex. But round two wouldn’t be, for sure. “Yeah?” I asked her, all of my high school hopes and insecurities rushing up.
She nodded eagerly with a soft smile. “Oh yeah.”