Chapter Two – Jack
Chapter Two
Jack
I let the light click off and started counting aloud, slowly.
I heard the women run around, bumping into each other with giggles, “No, I’m here!
” and “Go over there!” and “Stay beside me in case he’s insane,” each with easily identifiable voices.
By the time I got to the twenties they’d settled themselves, but I counted more slowly because I could, drawing the moment out, feeling the unspoken tension in the air.
“The clock’s ticking, ladies,” I said after I reached one, and turned the volume on my phone up so everyone could hear it counting down.
The first one I sought out was Tabby. I knew from her flashing her breasts earlier she was looking for a good time—and after she’d called out Pam, she was likely unafraid of being known for it. I wanted to use her directness to break the ice.
I didn’t have to go far—she’d actually scooted toward me on the stage, sitting on the edge of it while I stood just in front of her on the ground, her closed knees even with the middle of my thighs.
I put a hand out for hers, found it, and offered her two condoms, making sure she felt both of them—and she understood.
Even if we used one, she’d still have another one to use to protest her innocence.
I heard her chuckle under her breath, and then felt her knees spread as she grabbed at my belt to pull me near, then began unbuckling it quickly.
I waited, tense, to see how she wanted to use me, ready to be of as much service as she required.
When my fly was undone her hand sank into my jeans like a pro, and she found me hard. She made an agreeable sound at that and wrapped her legs around my knees and calves, bringing my body close enough to feel her breath.
Then, she reached her hands up, and shucked off her shirt and bra—I knew because right afterwards, she bent over me, pressing her exquisite breasts on either side of my erection.
I thrust without meaning to and stopped, but then felt her rock against me and knew that this was what she wanted.
I rose up on my toes, stroking against her, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin as she made the perfect tunnel for me to stroke through.
I held her shoulders to help brace myself, stroked more firmly, and in response she lowered her head so that her breath brushed the head of my cock each time it emerged, as if to taunt me.
I groaned at this, and heard a questioning sound ripple through the rest of the women as they wondered just what was going on.
The clock ticked down behind us, as if keeping time for my strokes. Was this all she wanted? I could feel her blood racing with my other-sight—I knew it couldn’t be. But if I misjudged her, the night was lost, and Rosalie wouldn’t answer a thing.
I had to carefully dare. I pulled my hands off her shoulders and down the forward slope of her held breasts until I met her hands there and went past them to circle her nipples.
I felt her thighs squeeze me in surprise, but also saw the quick wick of heat lightning in her hips as her blood sank in an instant.
I brought my fingers up to lick, one hand at a time, and returned them, finding her nipples hard.
She made a soft whimper as I reached below them for their underbelly, to stroke soft fingers up, and suddenly I wondered if she was one of those women, the kind for whom their breasts were everything, able to come hard just from touch alone if you could stroke their nipples perfectly, like their areolas were the locks to twin safes.
When I reached her nipples again I gently pinched them to find out, and she moaned.
It would be so much easier if I could just ask her what she wanted, but it seemed like talking would break the communal spell—so instead I took control of her breasts over from her, pressing my hands against her hands until she ceded them, rubbing against her nipples with my thumbs as I kept thrusting and—I heard her hands find the condom in her lap and open it up.
What now, where now—and how much time was left?
She pulled back and I let her breasts go as she found my cock with the condom, taking a moment to swirl the precum there with a fingertip, making all the nerves there ignite.
I rose up on my toes for her as she grabbed for my hips and pulled me up and back until I’d clambered on the stage with her, over her, straddling her with my knees, following the intent of her hands as she pulled me higher, until I was over her chest and her breasts surrounded me again.
I rocked forward and groaned and felt her shudder with delight at her control over me—but this was too much me, and not enough her.
“I’m sorry—I need too,” I whispered, taking control of myself back and crawling back to lay alongside her to kiss her breasts, like she’d given me no other option.
One of her hands curled in my hair and I went where it pushed me.
All breasts are perfect in the dark, but hers had been perfect beforehand—and it was nothing to ignore myself and concentrate all my attention on them, kissing and caressing, nibbling and sucking, listening to her body and her breath, watching her blood almost boil as I tried to find the right combination.
Her body thrashed appreciatively as she moaned and I slid a knee up between her legs for her to rock on as her hand left my hand and found my condomed cock and stroked and—
There. It was there. I pinched one nipple and sucked the other and felt her hips flutter as her thighs squeezed my leg tight and her hand around my cock pulled the condom clean off.
She came in a series of high pitched gasps, obviously holding back screams, rocking against me as I followed her every movement with my mouth, as if I could suck the life out of her, tempted, so tempted, to bite.
She relaxed onto the stage floor like a rag doll, breathing hoarsely, then and only then remembering my cock. She reached for it and began to apologize. “I’m,” she started to apologize, but I pressed a finger to her lips.
“Shh.” My fangs were throbbing to come down, but she’d fed me well enough.
The bell rang and it was time to move on.