Chapter 12
TWELVE
CHANCE
Jane gasps and looks down at the tattered ruins of her lingerie. “I thought you said you liked it!”
“I do. But I don’t like that it was bought for another man.”
I fucking hate it, actually. Like, acid-churning-in-my-gut hate it.
It doesn’t matter if the asshole never touched her in it.
I want it off her and gone. “I’ll open a line of credit somewhere, and you can get as much pointless underwear as you want.
” She opens her mouth to argue—because I might not know a lot about this woman, but I’ve gleaned enough to know she’s incredibly proud and independent—so I stop her.
“Save it, Jane. The only thing I want your mouth doing right now is sucking my fat cock. Turn around and lie on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the table.”
She stares at me like she’s trying to figure me out.
The last thing I need is her attempting to piece together my puzzle.
I prefer my parts scattered when it comes to women, and that’s how I intend to keep it.
Reaching down, I pick up her fluffy pink robe.
“Every second you stall adds to the spanking punishment, baby. Keep this up and you won’t be able to sit for a week. ”
That gets her attention, and she scurries to do my bidding.
Her obedience is such a fucking turn-on.
So are her slight frame and pert tits. I love that she wore her hair down tonight, with waves falling around her shoulders, long and loose so I can wrap it around my hands to control the angle of her head and the arch of her graceful neck.
Damn, I have a thing for her neck. Don’t ask me why.
I’m usually an ass man, but her throat attracts me like I have a sudden case of vampirism.
Then there’s her black-rimmed, rectangular glasses that give her the hot librarian—sorry, social worker—look that makes me want to fuck the primness right out of her. Except she doesn’t have a prim bone in her body. No, my Jane is as dirty as they come, and I fucking love it.
Jesus, I just said my Jane. That’s not what I mean. I don’t mean she’s mine. I used it to clarify that I’m talking about this Jane and not any of the others out there.
Anyone argues anything different and we’ll have problems.
As she gets into position, I place the robe on the edge of the table to give her some padding for her neck.
I want her head hanging off the side for a very specific reason.
I tuck my thumbs into the sides of my jeans and boxer briefs and push them over my hips, letting my hard cock spring free.
I hear her quick intake of breath as it bobs above her face.
My height gives me an advantage in this position for the perfect upside-down blow job. All week I’ve been thinking about doing this with her, but wanted to wait until we aren’t rushed. Because that fascination I have with her throat? It’s about to get a whole lot better.
Stroking myself, I step in close. “Why don’t you get me warmed up and show my balls some love.”
I bite back my groan as her tongue snakes out to lick over my stones then suck them into her mouth one at a time.
Judging by the sounds she’s making, you’d think she’s eating a decadent dessert she can’t get enough of.
It’s one of the many things I find so fucking hot about Jane Wendall.
Women who pose and try to look sexy while blowing aren’t doing it because they enjoy it.
They’re doing what they think I want and acting how they think I want them to act, all fake doe eyes and false coyness.
It’s annoying, but I ignore it and enjoy the blowjob all the same.
But Jane is different. She’s not fake. She’s not doing it solely to get something in return, because those things are just as much for her as they are for me.
Every look she gives me, every touch, every sound she makes, proves that she genuinely loves servicing me.
It’s the biggest fucking turn-on, and for the first time in my life, I want to make her scream for other reasons than ego.
Ego’s part of it, but with her it’s more than that. I want to make her feel good. I want her to get every bit as much pleasure out of this as I do. Watching her break apart under me as her insides convulse around me is the greatest high, and it’s addicting as hell.
“Good girl,” I rasp and take a step back to give her a breather. “Did sucking my balls make you wet?” She nods. “Use your hands and show me. Get them coated with that sweet honey from your pussy.”
I continue to stroke myself as I watch her hands dip between her legs.
She holds them up for me to see, shiny with slickness.
“Now rub it all over my cock so you can taste both of us when I fuck your mouth.” I surrender my shaft to her delicate hands as she works to cover me, twisting and pulling, driving me damn near to the brink.
“Enough,” I growl, failing to keep my composure.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours, baby.”
“Yes,” she whispers before opening wide like she was told.
As I slide my dick in her mouth, we both moan.
I start with short strokes to get her used to this slightly awkward position, but I don’t have to worry.
Jane takes me like a pro, keeping her teeth out of the equation and swirling her tongue around the head between my thrusts.
“That’s real good, Jane, real good. But you can do better, can’t you?
” She hums an mm-hmm and tilts her head back even farther.
“Show me. Show me how a slut takes my cock.”
I push in again, but this time I don’t stop with only a few inches.
I keep going until she’s swallowed every thick inch, watching with satisfaction when I see myself filling her throat as the front of her neck bulges from my cock.
“Yes,” I rasp, then pull out all the way to allow her a quick reprieve.
She takes a few lungfuls of air before I dive back in, setting up a steady rhythm of thrusting, holding, and retreating.
Her hands go to her tits, and she starts pinching and tugging on her nipples. Fucking hot. I reach down to feel her pussy and find her soaking. It’s calling me, begging me to come and play with it, and it’s a siren call I can’t ignore.
Once again, I pull all the way out. Strings of saliva and pre-cum stretch from her mouth to my dick, and the image makes my balls draw up tight.
I don’t think a woman has ever looked sexier.
“I’m done fucking your mouth, but if you want me to play with your other holes, you’d better not waste any of that pre-cum I’m giving you. Eat up, slut.”
She pulls the viscous strands off my cock and moans as she licks and sucks them from her fingers. When she’s finished, I help her sit up.
“Whoa,” she says, grabbing the sides of her head.
“Bit of a head rush, baby?” I hold her to me, her back to my front, and nip the side of her neck.
She inhales sharply and angles her head to give me better access. Raising her arm, she plunges her fingers into my wet hair, holding me in place. “Everything you to do me gives me a head rush, Chance.”
“Oh yeah?” I squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples, making her gasp and arch her back, but I don’t let her get far.
“You like being my little slut?” She nods.
“Tell me why.” She continues to writhe from my ministrations, but doesn’t answer.
I get the feeling she’s not only lost in the sensations, but she’s also avoiding answering me.
That shit doesn’t fly. I’m pretty sure I know why she likes it, but I’m not about to let her disobey a direct order, and I want her to say it out loud.
I slide my hands between her bent legs to her bare sex.
I let her believe she’s getting away with her elusive behavior and start rubbing the juices from her pussy all over, making sure she’s nice and slick.
Jane moans and rocks her hips into my hand.
I hold one leg down to the table as a preemptive measure, then I slap her pussy.
She cries out and instinctively tries to close her legs, but I’ve made it impossible.
She’s bare and vulnerable to my punishments.
“I said you’d get spanked, but I never said where.” A soft mewling sound escapes her. I nip the shell of her ear and give her the order again. “Tell me why you like being my slut, Jane. And don’t even think about lying to me or your pussy will be sore for all the wrong reasons.”
Again, she hesitates, and it makes the animal inside me claw at its cage as I war between needing her to obey and wanting her to rebel. Either way, things are about to get interesting.