Chapter 9
9
Jake
I kick off my boots. Probably against the rules, since they’re an item of clothing, but I’m not fucking her with shoes on. Not this time, at least. Not on a bed.
I reach out, unable to see much in the dark, make contact with one naked thigh, and pull back without allowing myself the pleasure of even a stolen caress. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s…totally normal.”
Not really, but, whatever. It’s still somehow turning my crank all the way over.
I edge above her, half pissed off that I’m not allowed to touch and half turned-on by how messed up the situation is. It’s hard to resist reaching for her, leaning down to find her lips in the dark.
At the same time, though, there’s this thread of perversion or something running through it all that works . It’s different, so it’s a turn on. Taboo, no touching, clothes-on sex. Pretty sure my cock’s never been harder. This is clearly hitting all the right buttons.
“You good?” I ask once I’ve settled my knees between her legs and sunk down over her body. I’m on straight arms, giving her no weight. Almost no contact. Christ, this is weird. Hot as hell, but weird.
“Yeah. Fine. Great. I mean…” She huffs out a small laugh. “You can put your weight on me, you know? I don’t see how we’ll manage otherwise.”
Breath held, I ease slowly down, more to get my bearings than to get right into it.
My aching cock lands on her pubic hair with a thud. Fuck. I screw my eyes shut.
“You okay?”
“What? Yeah.”
“You’re just, um, breathing kind of hard.”
Now, it’s my turn to do one of those voiceless laughs. “Yeah, well, this feels pretty good.”
Her breathless “Yeah” stops me mid laugh.
Fuck. “It does?”
“You feel, um…big, you know?”
“I am.”
She snorts. “All right, show off. Just, you know, stick it in already.”
Nope. Hell no. Not so fast. If this is the one time, I’m enjoying every goddamn second of it. I need something to take back to the spank bank. And, so far, though this is pretty novel, it’s also nowhere near the fantasies I’ve built up of this woman in my head. She’s so lush, her body so full, so beautiful, there’s something almost tragic about not getting to see her.
To put my hands all over her.
“You wet?”
“I… Should I check?”
“No. I got it.” Putting my weight on one arm, I grasp my shaft, brace myself, and nudge the rock-hard head between her legs.
The first swipe is dry. Not good. The second splits her open like a ripe fruit. I edge deeper and…oh yeah. She’s wet. Not soaking, but damp.
“Oh. Oh.” Her voice goes a little squeaky. Good. I want her to lose the control she’s got herself so tightly wound up in.
“Good?” I ask, just to hear more of her voice.
“Yeah. I think.”
Nice. Just great for my ego.
I slide my dick down, dragging her wetness with me, then back up to hit her clit. The whimper she lets out is gratifying as hell, so I stay there.
No touching was the rule. With my hands. Might be cheating to use my cock. Pretty sure I don’t fucking care.
Lord knows I’ve never been all that keen on rules.
“I…I… Oh. ”
“Good,” I tell her. “Almost there.” Another slick sweep down, coating myself in her. Every move loud. And, fuck, she smells so goddamn right. The exact flavor of sex—of woman—I’ve been aching for. I nudge her opening and ease back up. Down and up a few times until we’re both gasping from the contact.
“You feel that?” I speak to the side of her head. “You feel how hard I am for you?”
She nods.
“Good. I want you to know how hot you are. Even in the dark, Katarina.”
“You’re…you’re talking.”
“No rule against it.”
Her half laugh devolves into panting when I nudge my tip just into her opening. “This what you want? Huh? You want this fat cock inside you? You want to be bred?”
“Oh, god. I can’t… Don’t…”
I pull slightly away. “Just tell me and I’ll stop.”
“No!” She grabs my arms with both hands, hard. “No. Stay. Do…what you need to.”
“Good.” I dip down and tease her some more. “That’s good. You’re so fucking good, Kit.”
She shivers at those words. I save that little tidbit for later.
“You ready?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good. Good. Just…stay just like that.” I line up with her opening and press in, slowly.
She pants, light and quick. I pause. “You all right?”
“Yeah.”
Does she realize she’s holding me? One hand on my shoulder, the nails of her other pressed into my back. I want those hands everywhere.
“So goddamn good,” I tell her, trying with difficulty to press in.
She’s gone stiff as a board.
“Breathe, Kit.”
“Oh. Oh , sorry.”
I pull back and give it another try. Not quite wet enough. Shit. “I don’t want this to hurt.”
“It’s fine.”
“Mind if I use spit?”
Can’t tell from her shaky inhale if she likes the idea or not, but her whispered, “Fine,” is consent enough. Putting my weight on one arm, I spit in my hand, reach down and coat my dick with it, then do it again.
This time, when I line myself up and push in, I slide easier. Not as well as I would if I’d made her come first, but it’ll do.
I nudge deeper. “You feel that?”
“Oh, god. Oh, oh…” I feel her little whimpers in my cock, my balls, in my chest, where there’s no reason for any of this to reside.
“Yeah. Fuck.” Finally, I bottom out. “You feel how deep I am?”
She whimpers, clenching around me.
“You take my cock so nice. Don’t you, good girl?”
“Please, Jake, I don’t…”
“I’m gonna come in this pussy. Fill it up.”
Another sound, this one lost, and her hand clenches in my shirt, twists it up.
“You want that, Kit?”
“Y-yes. Oh, God.”
“Good. Told you I’ve been saving it up for you.”
She groans and I pull back and slam inside. Not too fast. Not gonna come yet. Already, she feels fucking amazing.
“My balls are so goddamn heavy right now. You know why?”
She moans.
“’Cause of you. In those sweet dresses you wear all the time. All curvy and in charge behind the bar. Every time I head out front and see you, I think about it. This.” I tighten my ass, make her feel what I’m saying.
Another whimper makes me pull out, then plunge deep and twist. Her little cunt clenches up around me.
“Oh, yeah. You like that, don’t you? You like that?”
She doesn’t reply beyond a wordless whimper that I’ll be thinking about in my own bed tonight. Christ, how did I think once would be enough?
“I wish you could feel how tight they are, baby. All full and ready to unload inside you.” Fuck, I’m getting close. It’s the way she responds when I talk in her ear, the way she can’t seem to clamp down on her noises, although she’s clamping just fine on my dick. And where she wasn’t quite wet enough before, right now, she’s dripping. “You want that, don’t you? Tell me. Tell me what you want from me.”
She barely hesitates before responding. “I want…”
“Say it. Go ahead.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
“Yeah. That’s a good girl.”
I’m thrusting faster now that she’s replying, moaning, meeting my hips with hers every single time. Regardless of the clothes we’ve got on, we’re working together now, our rhythm seamless, our bodies perfectly in sync.
“Such a fucking good girl.” Her pussy tightens at those words, which is a wild thing to know about your best friend’s sister. “Such a good girl letting me fill up this pussy.”
“Jake.”
“That’s right. Begging me for my come.”
“Oh, god, Jake, I can’t.”
“Yeah you can. Do it.”
“I…”
“Tell me.”
“Oh god,” she whimpers. “I…I need you to fill me up, Jake. Give me a baby.”
With a grunt, my cock hard as nails, I set to work to do just that.