Chapter 7
Tippi
Part of me wonders if he’s driving so carefully in front of me to heighten the anticipation for what’s about to happen.
Delayed gratification is sexy as hell. But I know the truth is probably that he’s a by-the-book road user who’s never been given a ticket in his life, and would probably barf in horror if it happened.
I hum along to the music in Leo’s Audi, tapping on the steering wheel in time to the beat of Alice in Chains.
Jacob really does look so good tonight; he’s wearing a henley rather than a shirt and tie, and it subtly emphasized how toned his body is.
I make a mental note to thoroughly enjoy every inch of it, and to lick his abs the first chance I get.
This evening is going to be different.
I’m going to ruin that man. Show him how to have me screaming his name, and then…
I can feel the sinful grin spreading across my face as a wicked idea occurs to me. Hell yes. Now I know exactly how I’m going to return the favor.
When we pull up outside his house, the smile he gives me is still shy, but there’s heat in it. And a very endearing dash of determination, like he’s going to make this good for me if he has to die for it.
I chuckle inwardly. I may take his breath away as I deal out le petit mort, but it won’t kill him.
The way he looks at me when we get into his hallway has me melting in my panties; he’s still, but his fists are clenched by his side, and the yearning on his face makes me want to climb all over him like a purring cat.
I get the impression he’d love to make the first move, but he’s not sure how.
I don’t mind. It’s not exactly a hardship to walk over to him and glide my hands under his shirt.
I give him a tiny grin; definitely lickable abs.
The muscles jump, and his breath stutters a little.
We’re nose to nose, his neck bending down because he’s so tall, as I methodically strip him naked, letting his clothes fall wherever I drop them.
He’s not going to need them for a good few hours.
The vulnerability in him as he stands there, his cock throbbing as it points due north, his eyes burning into mine, tears something loose in me.
I think, after a false start, he’s going to end up being one of the lovers I’ll never forget.
The chemistry between us, for all our opposites, is some of the most intense I have ever experienced.
Maybe it’s that way because we’re unalike.
Keeping my eyes on his, I reach up under my dress and wriggle out of my black silk thong, kicking it to one side.
His eyes flare, and to my surprise he finally moves, his jaw tight with restraint.
I can see the beginnings of a smile as he tugs gently on the ties at my shoulders.
This sundress is one of my favorites to throw on, as it’s made of light, thin cotton, but the ruched bust holds it in place.
Pity; it would have been awesome for it to have floated to the floor when he untied the straps.
Still, the way it feels sliding over my nipples as he slowly pulls it down is really quite something.
Jacob stops breathing for a few beats when he sees me standing before him, naked except for my sandals, and I bite my lip as I notice how much his dick is dripping in response to me.
I’ve rarely felt this desired, like he’s going to combust and die if he doesn’t touch me soon.
He swallows hard, and I can feel the waves of lust emanating from his body like a heatwave.
I reach out and take one of his hands in mine; even this simple, non-sexual contact has my cunt heating and tingling for more.
“Take me to your bedroom,” I say softly.
Wordlessly, he leads me to his stairs, and I kick off the sandals before I begin the climb.
“Oh, wait.” Jacob stops still as a statue, taking me literally and holding his position as I quickly retrieve my handbag; it has the nipple clamps in it, after all.
They ended up being a freebie from Lianne and Rush as thanks for featuring them on Just the Tippi; from the wink Lianne gave me, she knew exactly when I was planning to use them, and with whom.
I take his hand again, and we resume the ascent, his steps getting marginally quicker as we go, until we reach a sanded wooden door that he pushes open like he’s running out of time.
I have mere seconds to take in his room - spartan, dark, tidy, with a huge kind sized bed in the middle of the far wall with the window to the left side of it - before he abruptly pushes me against the back of the door and kisses me, cupping my face in his hands and making sure his fingers cradle my head from the surface of the wood as his tongue meets mine.
My god, this man can kiss.
He’s less jittery than the first time, and even though he’s not taking his time, even though there’s a hurried quality to it, it speaks of passion rather than inexperience; he knows what to do, he just needs to feel confident enough to do it.
Or maybe we just mesh well together. Whatever it is, it’s making me wet and starving for more.
His mouth travels down to my neck, sucking and lightly biting my skin. I smirk to myself as I tangle my hands back in his hair. I knew he had hidden fires.
“Tell me what to do,” he mutters between kisses.
“Please.” He’s almost frantic as his hands move down my body, and then back up to cup my breasts.
His thumbs rub over my nipples, not too hard and not too soft - just perfect - and his groin jolts towards me as I let out a moan.
“Please,” he whispers, pleading, and it’s so mind meltingly sexy that I bite his lip until he grunts.
“I’ve got to make this the very best ever -”
“You gonna be a good boy for me and do what I say?”
I don’t know what makes me say it, but the response from him is electric. He has no irises left; his pupils have bust wide. His fingers clutch into my flesh, delicious bites of pain, and his body leans against me harder still.
I grin at him. He likes to be called a good boy. That is useful information.
And we’re gonna have a lot of fun with it.
“We have a new toy to play with.” I ease away from him and take the pack of vibrating clamps out of my bag. Fortunately he has a desk in his bedroom, with a very neat stationary holder containing brand new looking scissors, so opening them doesn’t detract too much.
His erection sure stays pulsing at full mast.
“Now, hopefully,” I say, looking for the button on one of them, “there will be a tiny bit of charge in them…” Sure enough, there is, so I quickly turn it off again. “Great. With any luck, that will last.” I bat my lashes at him, all faux innocence. “Want to put them on me?”
I’m starting to find it sexy, the way Jacob is so often wordless.
He simply holds his hand out for them, figures out how they work, and then steps forward.
I was expecting to have to do a little more coaching for this, but he just tugs on my right nipple to stretch it just enough to apply the clothes peg style clamp.
The bite of it is just right, not too hard, but firm enough to know it’s definitely there.
“You’ve done this before,” I tease him as he swiftly applies the other.
“No,” he says, quiet and not elaborating. Only concentrating on the task at hand.
He runs both his thumbs over the buttons and lifts his eyebrows to ask for permission.
“Go for it,” I tell him, and then gasp when the buzz sends thrumming pleasure through my nipples and along my nerve endings like they have a direct line to my clit.
“Fuck,” I breathe as he returns to trailing kisses just under my ear, and my pussy does a full on clench when a low rumble tickles my ear.
His forehead rests on mine as he takes a deep breath, and then another, and then another. When I look down, his cock is leaving a warm trail of pre-cum on my stomach. Oh, right - I almost forgot with the whole knee trembling nipple play: he wants me to tell him what to do.
“How do you feel about oral sex?” It’s important to establish likes and dislikes, green lights and limits. Though we have left it right down to the wire to do this part.
“Love it.” That deep voice of his… I swear he could read the Delaware phone directory and it’d sound like The Song of Songs, or a really good audio porn scene.
“Giving, or receiving?”
“Both.” Before I can reply, he’s bent down to give me another long, thorough kiss that steals my train of thought for a few moments.
Luckily, I get it back. “Lie down,” I tell him. He moves to obey, but I catch his wrist. “But with your head hanging over the edge of the mattress.”
He turns a little red, but the way he bites his lip and hurries to comply lets me know it’s not with trepidation.
It’s with lust.
Incidentally, Jacob Stewart stark naked is the best sight I’ve seen on my trip to England so far. His column is much more interesting than Nelson’s, straining towards me as I move closer. Don’t worry, I have plans for you later.
The nipple clamps are driving me wild, and will be going straight to my top five on the blog. I’ve got to do something soon, because they’re sending shock waves to my core and it’s clenching on its own. “I’m going to sit on your face,” I advise him breathlessly with a grin. “Cool?”
“Very.” His eyes light up.
“Have you done that before?”
“Er… No, not in this position.”
“No problem.” I swing one leg over so that my ass is mainly resting on his chest, and it feels good when he immediately grasps it to support me. “Good man.”
“You…need to stop saying stuff like that,” he murmurs, and his breath against my cunt sends little electric shocks through my abdomen.
“Why?” I smile down at him, my legs dangling over his shoulders and my hands gripping his hair once again. His hair is so soft and thick and luscious, I could get addicted to running my fingers through it.
“Because I’ve already said I won’t be fast, and it… does something to me when you…”
“When I praise you?”