Chapter Three – Jack
Chapter Three
Jack
I set my cock back inside my jeans, fastened them and my belt, and then went to the next woman—Susan, sitting on a table off to the side.
What had she heard and what would she think?
I approached her, offering two condoms, same as I had for Tabby.
She took both of them and put them down.
Did she want to wait out all seven minutes, and make the other women think she’d done something she hadn’t? Or had she not quite made up her mind?
My phone counted down the seconds as I wondered what, if anything, I should do—and then I saw one of her hands rise in the dark. I stepped closer so it could find me.
She was tentative, but when one of her hands reached me, she let the other one follow, until both were on my chest, still heaving from my time with Tabby.
And then slowly—so slowly I knew she had to be teasing me, intentionally, they rose up until they reached the edge of my collar and grabbed hold.
I made a low and appreciative sound without thinking as she pulled me toward her—and then pushed me down, down, down, until I was kneeling. With the assurance of someone who’d done this before, she put one leg on each of my shoulders and leaned back.
She had been wearing a skirt. I cupped her ass and brought it to the edge of the table for me.
Her skirt skidded higher, until the only thing between her pussy and my mouth was a thin satin strip.
I went in and kissed on top of that—pushing my tongue against her clit, against the sheer fabric.
In response, her legs opened wider, her ass clenched to rise up, and one hand went into my hair and pulled.
I started eating her out, letting the fabric shield her from me, knowing that when she’d had enough with subtlety she’d move it.
I ground my chin into her pussy and felt her clit wobble as my tongue rubbed back and forth, her breath catching with each new stroke.
My cock was aching and it was torturous—I knew how wet she was, if only she wanted me.
But she didn’t—or rather, not that part of me.
Her ass rocked her up and down as her hips fucked my face, and finally at long last she reached down with her free hand to pull her underwear aside—I growled and worked her clit as I’d worked Tabby’s breasts, rubbing, grinding, sucking, rolling her clit across my tongue and back again.
Whoever Gabriel was, I wanted to ruin her for him.
Her hips started to quiver, her legs tensed on my shoulders, stiffening, her thighs squeezing my head as her insistent hands pulled on my hair, hard, and—
She came with a quiet series of hisses, shuddering in front of me, as my mouth followed her to suck in every drop of life she released.
I rocked back and cleaned my mouth and chin off on my arm, just as the timer beeped.