Chapter 4
“ Y ou didn’t have to drive me home. I could have Uber’d,” Jenna said, squirming slightly in the plush leather and reaching to turn off her seat warmer. She definitely didn’t need that right now.
“I know, but it’s late.”
“Ubers operate at all hours, last I checked.”
“Sassy girl,” Mark said, maneuvering his Tesla onto the interstate. “It won’t kill you to spend just a little more time with me.”
“I wanted to stay at your place longer! You’re the one who said it was time to take me home.”
“You’ve had a long night. I don’t want to overwhelm you more than I’m sure I have already,” he said with a mischievous wink.
It was a little late for that.
Jenna had definitely not expected the evening to go the way it had, but she couldn’t exactly complain.
She had been served a dinner far more delicious than the ramen noodles she’d been surviving on since losing her job, and then she had been given not only one, but two of the best orgasms of her life.
A lot of weird shit had happened between those two things, though…
Still, what had she really expected? He was ridiculously good looking, and really rich on top of that. She’d known going in that there had to be something weird about him. And she could take the occasional thermometer in her butt if it meant keeping a roof over her head, right?
Right. Eyes on the prize, Jenna. Or else it’s ramen for breakfast again. And you only have the shrimp flavor left. Blech.
Leaning in toward Mark, she rested her hand on the crotch of his pants. “You know, there’s still time for me to return the favor.”
Mark kept his gaze on the road but raised an eyebrow, his lips turning up into a half-smile. “Someone is still feeling naughty, I see.”
“Maybe,” Jenna fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“Well, alright then, naughty girl. I suppose I can let Elon drive for a while.” He turned on the self-driving feature before reaching to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
Oh shit.
Jenna had been expecting him to pull over. At least they were only going fifty in the right lane and there were hardly any cars around them.
She had to admit she felt a little thrill at the idea of getting him off in a semi-public place, and she could feel fresh slickness between her thighs. Reaching into the opening at the front of his boxers, she freed his already stiffening cock and began to pump up and down with her hand.
“No,” he said in a low, seductive voice, stilling her hand with his. “If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it properly.” He moved his hand to the back of her head, interlacing his fingers in her hair and tugging her mouth down to rest on the tip of his cock.
Oh god. A handie was one thing. That was easy to disguise or cover up quickly with a jacket if someone drove by. But a blowjob? There would be no doubt what was going on if someone saw her head bobbing up and down over his lap through the window.
“Wait,” she paused, breathing in his heady aroma, his hand still holding her firmly in place.
“Yes?” he asked from above.
She watched as a small pearl of precum formed on the tip of his member, and her mouth watered.
He was so aroused by her in this position that he was rock-hard already, and that thought made her squirm.
She found herself wanting nothing more than to lick off that little droplet and take him into her mouth, followed by taking him in other places…
Without continuing her thought, she darted her tongue out and licked the tip. Moving her hand lower to grip the base firmly, she took him into her mouth fully, swirling her tongue around the width of his cock, feeling it out.
It was big.
So big she struggled to fit her mouth all the way around it, but somehow she did. She heard him moan appreciatively.
Jenna’s mind wandered to the last time she had given a blowjob.
It had been a few months ago, on another blind date arranged by Chloe.
The man had been good looking enough, and was nice, but the conversation had been mind-numbingly boring.
She hadn’t had the heart to refuse when he asked to walk her up to her apartment, and a blowjob seemed like the fastest way to satisfy him enough that he would leave so she could go back to bingeing season three of Friends .
Anyway, this definitely felt different. She found herself wanting to impress this man, to prove she was good at… sex things. Maybe this is what it felt like to actually be attracted to someone?
Returning her attention to the task at hand, she began to bob her head up and down, slowly at first, then faster, moving her hand in rhythm and focusing her tongue on the sensitive spot just below the head.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he grunted, and her heart swelled.
She was good at sex things! She couldn’t wait to tell Chloe.
Moving her head faster now, she brought her other hand over to rest on his balls, lightly teasing them with her fingers. She felt him grow even more rigid in her mouth before he groaned loudly, pushing her head firmly down as hot spurts of come shot into the back of her throat.
Okay, that was maybe a little presumptive that he would just expect her to swallow his cum, but Jenna supposed it was the easiest clean-up option, seeing as they were in a moving car…
Finishing with an audible gulp, she tried to lift her head, but Mark held her there a few moments longer and she felt him gradually begin to soften. When he finally released his grip, she sat up and looked at him with a shy smile.
“I definitely need to keep you around,” he said, and Jenna mentally high-fived herself.
Mark took control of the car again as they reached their exit, then maneuvered into a street parking spot just outside her apartment building.
“You can just let me off here,” Jenna offered. She really didn’t want him coming in tonight. She had left the apartment a mess, throwing all of her clothes in a heap while deciding what to wear that night.
She expected him to argue with her. He probably wanted pussy, after all. But surprisingly, he simply said, “I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Jenna. Good luck with your job search. I hope to hear from you again really soon.”
Jenna nodded back at him, then gathered her things and opened the door, walking over to the main entrance of her building and fumbling to find the fob on her keychain. She watched as he drove away once she was safely inside.
Suddenly she felt almost… disappointed. Had she wanted him to insist on coming inside?
Trudging up the stairs to her apartment, she heard a ping from her purse just as she was letting herself in. She whipped out her phone and swiped the screen quickly, hoping to see a message from Mark.
But what did she even want it to say?
That was the best blowjob I’ve had in my life, hands down. I’m coming upstairs to claim that pussy whether you like it or not. Also we should get married and have babies.
Instead, she saw a message from Chloe.
Someone is home late. Brunch tomorrow at GriddleHouse? I need details.
Jenna looked around her apartment as if she might find a camera somewhere before remembering that she’d shared locations with Chloe before she’d met up with Mark.
Just in case she ended up in a ditch somewhere…
She shot back a reply agreeing to meet up, since pancakes sounded way better than fish noodles, and then plopped into her bed without even undressing.
Why was she feeling so unsettled? Maybe she was still fired up and needed to masturbate? That usually worked when she couldn’t wind down for bed, but she’d already come twice tonight…
Sighing, Jenna pulled herself out of bed and went into the bathroom. She at least needed to brush her teeth, or she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. She would hash out her thoughts with Chloe tomorrow. That usually seemed to help.
“He did what?” Chloe’s mouth dropped open, and Jenna instantly shushed her.
“It’s busy in here, keep your voice down!”
Chloe waved her hand dismissively. “People are self-absorbed, Jen. No one cares about your sexcapades with Dr. Billionaire. Right Rach?” She winked at the waitress who had just appeared to refill their coffees, and Jenna put her face in her hands.
“Right. You do you, girl,” Rachel said with a grin, smacking her bubblegum loudly. “Pancakes will be right out!”
They had been regulars at this brunch spot for ages, and it was one of Jenna’s favorite places in the world.
Whenever she walked in, there was an immediate sense of warmth, like a hug from an old friend.
The scent of rich coffee and buttery pastries was intoxicating.
The walls were an art gallery of sorts, showcasing pieces from local talent, and the Edison bulbs overhead gave off just the right amount of light to make everything feel cozy.
Mismatched chairs that somehow worked together surrounded rugged wood tables, and a splash of greenery hung from the ceiling. Jenna couldn’t help but feel at home.
Stretching her legs out and taking a big sip of coffee, she looked at Chloe. “So what do I do now? It’s pretty weird what he’s into, right?”
“Well, yeah . Of course it’s weird,” Chloe shrugged.
“But people are weird. In the grand scheme of kinks, it doesn’t seem so bad.
I dated a guy once with a really intense foot fetish.
Like everything had to be done with my feet,” she looked at Jenna meaningfully, as if she was still scarred by the things her feet had seen and done.
“I guess it’s just whatever blows your skirt up, you know? ”
“Well, that’s the thing,” Jenna said slowly, analyzing her own thoughts as she spoke. “I didn’t hate it that much. I mean, it was weird and different but,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “I came really hard. Twice. ”
Chloe looked amused as the waitress dropped off their plates. “Oh, you liked it, you dirty slut.”
Jenna blushed crimson. “I don’t know, okay! I just know I didn’t hate it. It’s not like I’d ever thought about weird doctor stuff before this. But now I kinda… can’t stop thinking about him.”
Chloe didn’t say anything, just took a large bite of her French toast and chewed thoughtfully.
“But anyway, I can’t keep seeing him. That would be ridiculous.
He’s super busy and important, and he probably just sees me as a one-night thing.
So it was a fun time, but that’s it I’m sure.
” Jenna poured syrup over her pancakes. “He did say he wanted to see me again, though…” She shook her head. “But he’s probably just saying that.”
Chloe waited a beat, probably to make sure Jenna wasn’t going to continue the debate with herself. “Listen, don’t stress yourself over it, love. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. New guys join that site every day.”
“Yeah, exactly. It’s not like I need to see him again,” Jenna said, trailing off into silence as she distractedly cut her pancakes into way too small of pieces.
“I thought he was just going to give me a couple hundred bucks in cash or something, you know, like in a movie, but when I woke up this morning I had an email from the management company telling me my rent was paid for the next three months. I’m not sure how he even managed to make those payments without my login.
Just billionaire stuff, I guess. And then when I checked my bank account there was a thousand-dollar deposit that came in early this morning. So anyway, I’m set for now…”
Chloe smirked as Jenna trailed off once more. “You’re going to call him, aren’t you?”
Jenna put her fork and knife down with a deep sigh, exasperated with herself. “The orgasms were really good.”