Chapter 7
Jess
On some level I was dimly aware that this situation had escalated fast. But right now I was trying not to die.
My breasts were still tingling. My hand was around the most perfect dick I’d ever seen or felt in my life and his hand was between my legs, his thumb circling my clit and dipping inside to lubricate himself with my juices.
But I was greedy – I wanted all of him. Maybe it was because I suspected he would be the best sex I’d ever had and I’d never see him again. I took my hand off his dick and closed my legs on his hand, which actually didn’t really help the situation all that much.
Breathless, I said, ‘Wait. I want you inside me. Can we do that?’
He looked at me as if I was crazy. ‘Can we? Of course we can.’ And then his face fell. ‘Shit.’
Desperate, I said, ‘What?’
‘No protection.’
The fact that he didn’t walk around ever ready to fuck a random woman did hearten something inside me, even if I felt more disappointed than I’d ever felt in my life. And then I thought of something and the elation made me giddy.
‘I do! I have a condom, in my purse.’
‘You do?’ Now he was looking at me as if wondering if I carried around protection at all times in case such a scenario as this arose.
Literally. I explained. ‘My friend Tash...she put it in my bag as a joke earlier...’ I looked at him and then said with a mortifyingly pleading tone, ‘Do we really have to discuss this? I have a condom.’
Suddenly he seemed to come out of a trance. ‘Where is it?’
I almost whimpered with relief. I pointed to the table behind him. ‘It’s there.’
He turned away and opened the bag. Stuff fell out. I couldn’t have cared less. He found the protection and opened it up, then came back to me and rolled the sheath onto his dick. Now I think I definitely whimpered. And then I thought of something. ‘Should we lock the door?’
He looked at me and I almost laughed at the pained expression on his face, but then he clearly had the same thought as me. We don’t want to be caught with our pants down. Literally.
‘Yes, we should.’ He went and attended to the door, then came back and pushed apart my thighs. My shoes had fallen off my feet. ‘Where were we?’
I took him in my hand. ‘Around about here.’ I squeezed him gently and the stiff column of flesh twitched. I lamented the barrier. He reached under the dress, under my ass, and said, ‘Lift up.’
I put my hands behind me and did. He slipped my underwear down and pulled them off.
Then he gently took my hand off his dick and moved closer.
I sucked in a breath when I felt the head of his dick against where I was so wet, but I wasn’t embarrassed.
I was hungry. The shirt was gaping open.
I was leaning back on my hands and offering myself up to this complete stranger like a ritual sacrifice.
‘Please,’ I said. ‘Fuck me.’