Chapter 26
Jack snapped awake when he heard his phone going off far too early in the morning.
Normally, he was already up, but he had stayed at the bar late and had stayed up even later going over the footage again and again until his vision crossed.
He’d finally had to pack it in when the sun started coming up.
He sent a copy of the footage to Barry and requested his help before crawling into bed.
Now it felt like he had barely shut his eyes before the ringing of his phone woke him. He glared at the device, but his features relaxed when he saw it was Andrea calling him.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” he answered.
“Did I wake you?” Andrea sounded far too awake for barely past eight in the morning and just getting off a night shift.
“No, I’ve been up for a while.” It was a lie, but he preferred talking to her more than just dreaming about her.
“What are you doing?”
“Lying in bed thinking about you.” Now that wasn’t a lie. His cock was semi erect from the dream she had woken him from.
“Yeah, am I doing anything exciting?”
He was all for phone sex but not when the woman in question was only across the street.
“Always, but why are you up so early? I thought you got off work in the early morning.” He had seen her get home, but it was best not mention that.
She’d gotten upset when he’d said he would go to the bar to see her and called him a stalker.
“I did, but for some reason my body won’t sleep.”
“I can help with that,” he purred. His cock jumped in agreement.
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
What? Andrea had never been so verbal about wanting him like this before. He’d only been teasing her. But a guy could get used to this. “Is that a fact? Well, I don’t want to leave you wanting.”
“Your house or mine?”
“Yours.” After scoping out her bedroom last night, he wanted to break in that bed.
“I’ll unlock the door,” she whispered then hung up.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He wasn’t going to question why she was giggling and telling him she wanted his dick just a few hours after she’d gotten off work.
Jack pushed up from the bed, tossed a shirt over his head, and put on a pair of board shorts before slipping his feet into sandals. He paused long enough to brush his teeth and was out the door in under five minutes. He didn’t care about combing his hair, it was going to get messed up anyway.
Andrea was already waiting for him at her door. “Took you long enough. I thought I was going to have to send a search party.” Andrea greeted him in just a baggy shirt that reached mid-thigh.
“Are you wearing panties?”
“Come in and find out.” Andrea stepped back inside and disappeared, leaving him standing there panting like a dog after a hard run.
Damn, who was this sexy vixen? He wasn’t going to question his good fortune though. Only an idiot would do that, and he usually liked to think of himself as pretty smart.
Jack stepped inside and shut and locked the door.
“Andrea?” he called out when he didn’t see her, but she didn’t respond.
Oh, she wanted to play hide and seek. He could do that. Jack kicked off his sandals so he didn’t make a sound. He pulled his shirt off, and his shorts and boxers came off next. They would just get in the way.
On silent steps, he walked down the hallway; all his senses were heightened. His ears strained to hear the sound of her breathing or the rustling of clothing. He knew the layout of her house pretty well. Most likely she was in her bedroom.
He headed straight for it but still looked around in case she came at him from his six. All was quiet. He stepped into the bedroom, his eyes like a predator looking for his prey.
“I know you’re in here, baby. I can smell you.” Jack could smell her flowery scent. “Is your pussy dripping for me like my cock is weeping for you?” He reached down and stroked himself and groaned.
He was so primed it wouldn’t take much to set him off. The chase was turning him on like nothing before.
He looked around the quiet room. “I can’t wait to get my dick in that little tight pussy of yours, but first I’m going to lick all your honey cream up until you come all over my face, then you’re going to come on my cock over and over again. Is that what you want, baby girl?”
Jack detected a faint intake of breath. Andrea was close. Close enough he could practically feel her breath on his back. Then he heard her breathing and her foot stepping on the tile. She was right behind him.
Jack spun on his heel, ducking down, and tossed Andrea up over his shoulder before she could reach him. He had to admit, she was pretty good at sneak attacks.
Andrea gave out a squeak of surprise.
“I caught my prize,” he cheered, smacking Andrea on the ass.
Andrea groaned but didn’t protest his slap, so he did it again on the other cheek. Her head draped down his back in total surrender.
“Whatever shall I do with her?”
“What you promised.” Her words were muffled from her face being at his back, but he heard her nonetheless.
Jack carried her to the bed and tossed her down. She bounced on the mattress, her shirt riding up to just shy of her waist. “You want me to eat this sweet pussy of yours?”
Jack loved to dirty talk. Andrea liked it too if the heat in her eyes and the nibbling of her lips as she rubbed her legs together was any indication.
Jack rubbed his hands over the tops of her thighs but not high enough to touch her center. “Tell me.”
“Yes.”
Jack didn’t need any further invitation. He wrapped his hands behind her thighs and pulled her to the foot of the bed, her shirt riding to her mid drift in the process and revealing her bare pussy to his gaze. He could see her sweet nectar dripping down her thighs.
Oh no, he couldn’t let all that sweetness go to waste. He dropped to his knees, her legs falling open like a well-worn book.
Jack dragged his tongue along the inside of her thigh, making sure to get a drop of her essence on his tongue. His tongue ran up and over her mound, suckling her slit clean.
“Michael,” Andrea groaned, her fingers dragging through his hand and grabbing a fistful.
His tongue dipped and swirled around her clit like he was savoring an ice cream before moving onto her other thigh.
“No,” she groaned.
“I’ll take care of you, baby. Don’t you worry.”
“Hurry,” she protested.
“My pace,” he warned and gave the inside of her thigh a light nip. Her legs closed, only his shoulders prevented her from squeezing his head off.
He was thorough in his cleaning of her thigh, but Andrea was not being appreciative. Her fingers came down and rubbed over her clit.
“My pussy.” He smacked her hand away before licking her sex again. He hooked his thumbs on the inside of her lips and pulled her open, revealing her nub of pleasure.
“Yes,” Andrea screeched, rubbing her sex against his face.
Jack shoved two fingers inside of her and fucked her while he stroked her clit. She seemed to draw the most pleasure when he focused on the right side.
Her body shook and spasmed until he felt her climax. Juices coated his fingers as her sex convulsed around his digits.
Jack slowly dragged his fingers out of her and licked them clean. Andrea hadn’t moved from her spot on the bed, looking like a pagan sacrifice. Eyes closed and body slack. “Are you tired now, baby?”
Andrea’s eyes fluttered open and stared at him. Hunger still evident in them. “Not even close.”
“Good, because I’m far from done with you.”
Andrea spread her legs open again. Damn, if he was an artist, he’d find a way to capture this moment. As it was, he wasn’t, so he’d have to tuck this image in his memory bank.
His mind filled with all of the positions he wanted to take her in, to take her to heights she didn’t know existed, but one thing first.
“Condom?” he asked, though he knew. He’d been through over every inch of this place last night. She didn’t know that though.
Andrea pointed to the nightstand. His long strides took him to the stand, happy to see it chock full of condoms. His woman was prepared. He gloved up and came back to her. Andrea’s legs were still splayed open.
He closed her legs together, almost chuckling at her moment of confusion, then turned her so she lay on her stomach. He pulled her down until her feet were on the ground. He kicked her feet wide and shoved two fingers inside her now sensitive sex.
“You’re going to take my cock how I want it and when, baby girl.” He was in control right now.
Andrea groaned, burying her face in the blanket. Oh no, he wanted to hear every moan she made. He wanted to neighbors to hear her taking pleasure from his cock.
He stepped between her splayed legs and pulled out his fingers, lubricating his dick with her essence before driving himself into her.
Her inner walls wrapped around him, threatening to make him spill, but not yet. He didn’t give her a moment to adjust to his intrusion but forged on. His hips snapped back and forth. His balls smacked against her flesh. “Michael,” came Andrea’s panting voice.
He gripped a fistful of her hair and tugged her up so she dangled above the bed. She placed her hands on the mattress for support. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
Jack released his grip on her hair to cup her breasts, tweaking the nipples as he pounded into her. Andrea lifted her hand from the mattress to cover one of his as she took the pounding. Her cries of pleasure bounced off of the walls.
If he was more of a sadist, he’d open the windows so the neighbors could hear them clearly.
“Michael,” Andrea cried out as her sex constricted around him. Jack had to bite the inside of his cheek so he didn’t follow her right over the edge. He wasn’t ready yet. One more orgasm, and then he could.
Andrea fell forward, her chest resting on the bed. Her rosette winked up at him. “Has anyone ever taken you here?” His thumb circled around the hole, but he didn’t try to press it in.
Her sex tightened around him, but he couldn’t tell if that was fear or intrigue. “No,” came her stuttered response.
Jack groaned, wanting to be the one who popped that little cherry.
“Will you let me play with it? I promise you’ll like it.
No pain. No dick in there…” Yet, he left unfinished, feeling hopeful.
He loved anal. It was so much tighter than a pussy.
It also left him free to finger fuck and give double penetration.
He had never done it with another person, only him and his partner, and had no intention of adding another guy to his bed play.
“Yes,” came her soft response.
He loved she had given him her trust. Jack leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder. “You won’t regret this, baby. I’ll make it so good for you.”
Jack reached around to play with her clit, gathering some juices before standing up and smearing it around her hole.
Andrea shuddered underneath him, rocking herself back and forth over his cock.
He took that as a good sign and sank in part of his thumb.
Just to the first knuckle. It was tight and not used to the obstruction.
“Okay?” he asked; if it was too much, he’d stop.
“Okay,” Andrea panted.
Jack pressed his thumb in further before retreating and sinking in again, feeling the muscles relax. “That’s it, baby. Let me in.” His strokes inside her pussy had slowed so he could focus on this.
He worked her in tandem. Sinking his cock inside as his thumb retreated then vice versa.
Andrea’s hands balled into fists on the mattress, turning white.
She wasn’t telling him to stop so he kept going, working her faster.
He squatted down and thrust his hips forward to rub his cock against the front of her walls while his free hand gripped her hip, holding her in place.
Andrea shuddered and cried out his name as she climaxed. This time he let her take him over the edge. Jack’s hand tightened on her hip, and he groaned her name as he shot his load into the condom. His legs trembled from the force of his climax.
By sheer will, he pulled his finger and cock from her and stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash his hands.
He grabbed a washcloth and brought it back, finding Andrea had dragged her body up to the head of the bed. Her eyes watching him were drowsy. Her hair was a tangled mess, but she looked well pleasured.
“How did you know where the washcloths were?” she asked, taking it from him.
Shit, he shouldn’t know where it was. “It was sitting on the counter,” he lied.
“Oh, I don’t remember leaving one out.” She shrugged as she cleaned up and handed the rag back.
Jack tossed it in the sink and returned to the bed, snuggling up behind her. His arm wrapped around her waist, and he slid another hand under her pillow. He gave out a contented sign and closed his eyes, feeling sleep creeping up on him.
“Ready for sleep now?”
“No, now I’m hungry.”
Jack’s eyes sprang back open. “Not the reaction I was expecting, but whatever my lady wants. What shall I make you?”
Andrea turned over to face him, a small grimace on her face. “I unfortunately don’t have anything for breakfast.”
“That’s okay; we can go to my house, or I can take you out.”
“I vote eat out.”
“Well, if you insist.” Jack dove under the covers, heading straight for her core.
“Not that eating out,” she squealed, clamping her legs together and trying to push him away. “I need food, or I’ll perish.”
Jack popped back out of the covers, hovering right over her. “We can’t have that. Alright.” He hopped out of bed when all he wanted to do was crawl back into it and sleep for the next several hours. “Let’s go.”