by Jamie Knight
Taking this as a hint, I picked up speed, lapping at her fast and hard, mixing in a couple of gentle swirls on her clit. The sensations running through her body made Charlotte push her pussy down even harder against my tongue. Pacing my good hand on her hip to hold her still, I buried my head between her trembling, creamy thighs and devoured her sweet little pussy, making her scream with unbridled joy.
Charlotte hit the peak of her orgasm, her hips lowering back down onto the table as a shudder ran through her. I lovingly cupped her pussy as she came down. When she was ready, I guided her up into a sitting position. I unzipped my pants, releasing my cock, which sprung out rock-hard. Charlotte actually gasped when she saw it. I was going to ask if she was okay, but before I could, she had already wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke experimentally.
“Gentle, sweetie,” I said, putting my hand on her bare shoulder.
She kept stroking it lovingly, unable to keep her eyes off of it, watching the glistening head as she stroked. Soon enough, she lowered her head and took the head of my cock into her hot, wet little mouth and sucked softly. Getting used to that much, she lowered her head even more pushing more in, getting easing in to about halfway down my cock, which was honestly a bit more than I might have expected her to manage.
Keeping one hand around my shaft and softly cupping my balls, Charlotte started to suck in earnest, working my cock between her sweet wet lips while pumping my shaft with her warm, gentle hand, making me want to cum in no time. I held off, not only because it felt amazing, but also, I didn't want to end Charlotte's fun. She really seemed to enjoy what she was doing.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and unloaded a mighty torrent of cum into her mouth. She pulled back, looking slightly shocked but then smiled, getting used to the taste, swallowing down every bit.
Keeping her hand firmly around my shaft, Charlotte guided me forward and stroked the head of my cock against her pussy. Once I was in place, she leaned back on her elbows so she could watch while I fucked her. Taking her by the hip with my right hand, I eased my cock into her pussy, getting most of the way in. Giving her a moment to get used to the feeling of being so filled, I started to move, careful not to fuck her too hard, at least not at first.
Slowly, I started picking up speed, working her tight little pussy until she moaned, a violent orgasm rushing through her so hard I could feel the aftershocks. I kissed her gently and stroked her hair as she recovered.
“I want you so much,” she said breathlessly.
“I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you,” I confessed.
We kissed passionately, my huge cock still deep inside her.
Chapter Ten - Charlotte
It took me a while to recover. I had literally never been fucked like that before, and it took a while before I could stand. With Jacob's help, I got back into the clothes I had worn on our date, and then he got dressed in a beautiful suit that I somehow guessed wasn't actually his.
“Courtesy of Liam?” I asked.
“Well spotted,” he said, tucking in the bright blue pocket square.
“It's a Gift. You look amazing,” I told him.
“Thanks.”
He crooked an elbow like the elegant gent that he now appeared to be. Getting up gingerly, I accepted his invitation, and we headed out to his car, still with about two hours to spare before we were supposed to meet the landlord and possibly Jacob's immediate destiny.
Since we had the time and neither of us had actually eaten the room service breakfast for which Liam had so generously paid, whether he knew about it or not, we stopped off for some burgers and shakes on the way to the apartment building. It was nearly noon at that point, so it felt a bit less like blasphemy — the cult of breakfast having been well and truly ingrained into my bones as a kid.
It had to have been a coincidence, but as we drove, I could not help but notice that the building that Jacob was trying to rent in was only a few blocks away from where I lived. Not really the same as moving in together, but there was definitely a matter of proximity.
Jacob let me take the lead, which I hadn't been expecting but gladly accepted, trying to put on my best face, confidence not being something that I was great with.
Jacob pushed a buzzer marked admin.
“Booth?” came a static crackled voice.
“That's me,” Jacob said.
The door buzzed and we were granted entrance into the lobby. Despite the somewhat small size, the lobby had been really well designed and nicely decorated. We waited there. The tension and excitement thick between us broke when the landlord finally appeared. The key to the apartment in his hand.
“Shall we?” he said, heading for the elevator.
We followed, Jacob lacing his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand gently. Making us look to all the world like a loving couple.
“I don't think Jacob mentioned you before,” the landlord said as he unlocked the door.
“He's so humble,” I said, gently rubbing his back, Jacob seemed a bit surprised by the sudden contact but soon relaxed, smiling big.
“So when's the big day?” the landlord asked, making it sound like he might be grilling us.
“April first,” I answered.
“Really?” the landlord asked, unable to keep from laughing.
“Most people thought we were kidding anyway, so it seemed fitting,” I explained.
The more I saw of the apartment, the more I loved it. It was a bit bigger than I would have thought for the size of the building. It was beautifully designed with lots of windows and natural light and came with some of the best furnishings I had ever seen. The kitchen was already equipped with all chrome appliances, including a state of the art coffee-maker. I could be really happy cooking in there.
The bathroom was similarly lovely, including a full-sized soaker tug and two sets of florescent track-lighting.
“Nice big bathtub,” I whispered to Jacob, just loud enough for the landlord to hear.
He kissed me tenderly on the cheek, making it look very much like bathing together was something we regularly did. Another item added to my to-try list before our fake relationship ended.
I could really see myself starting a family with Jacob, all of us living in the lovely apartment with the space-aged kitchen and ocean view.
I forced myself to push such thoughts out of my mind, even though they made it much easier to play the happy fiancee, at least one of those two things being true. And there was the problem. Jacob was clear that he wanted a fake fiancee, not a real one.
Though, honestly, if I was going to get married, it would have been to him. Not because of the fantastic sex, which would really have been reason enough to at least consider it. I was already falling deeply, madly, irreversibly in love with him. Unrequited as it might have been for all I knew.
My one consolation was that I succeeded in my fraud. The landlord was so impressed and touched by our fake relationship that he leased the apartment to Jacob right there and then, grinning like a fool the entire time — almost as though he were the one getting married. It was interesting how happiness could be contagious that way.
Keys in his pocket, Jacob held my hand all the way back down to his Saturn. Even when we were out of sight of the landlord. Just when I was about to make a joke about how he should be careful or a girl might get the wrong impression, he grabbed me and kissed me passionately.
“Thank you,” he said, tears forming in his eyes.
“Hey,” I said, trying to wipe the tears away.
He collapsed into my chest, holding me close. I shouldn't have been surprised, really. He had tried to tell me how important it was that he get his own place. Though I really hadn't understood until that moment. I rubbed his back and stroked his hair, trying to calm him, already playing the role that I had only been feigning at up to that point for the benefit of the landlord.
“Sorry,” Jacob said, lifting his head from my c
omforting bosom, wiping his eyes.
“No problem, honey,” I said.
I didn't know where that came from, but he didn't seem to mind if he even noticed. I looked down at the front of my shirt, which just so happened to be white, the wet from his tears, making it see-through. I suddenly wished I hadn’t been wearing a bra. Or at least not a black one which stood out starkly.
We got back to the hotel room. Before I knew what I was doing, I was bending over the bed, Jacob gently putting his hand on my ass. I thought, at first, it might have been an accident, but then he gave me a squeeze, bringing out a soft moan from me. I didn’t object because this was exactly what I wanted, and he didn’t stop, moving his hand over between my legs and stroking my pussy through my skirt and panties.
I pulled them both off and got back into position. Jacob slid two wet fingers into my pussy. Putting my hands on the headboard, I pushed back a bit and started to gently rock back and forth on his fingers, working myself into a shaking orgasm.
Taking me around the waist and holding me, Jacob helped me lay down. I got on the bed near the edge in the way I knew he liked. I spread my legs wide. Lightly stroking my inner thigh, Jacob started at my feet and kissed his way all the way up my legs, moving in when he reached my thighs, finally settling on my tight little pussy, giving it several soft, quick licks.
I moaned loudly, letting him know how much I liked it, reached down, and spread my pussy lips to let him know what I wanted him to do next. Taking the hint, Jacob switched to long, hard licks going from bottom to top, running along the opening of my delicate pink pussy. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair to let him know how good it felt. He kept going, getting me right to the edge of orgasm before edging off. I could have cried.
Having mercy on me, Jacob shoved his face back in and licked me in a hard, circular motion slipping in two fingers to work my pussy as he spiraled on my clit. It felt so good I couldn’t help pushing my pussy down even harder onto his tongue. I came ridiculously fast, a shudder running all the way through me.
I crashed back onto the bed, panting hard, Jacob still planting tender little kisses on the outside of my pussy, almost like he was trying to kiss it better.
“Turn over,” he ordered.
Trusting him implicitly, I turned over and got on all fours, my feet hanging off the edge of the bed. Taking me by the right hip, Jacob eased his cock into my well-prepared pussy, getting almost all the way in on the first go. He had almost been too big for me the first time, but I was getting used to him, and he took care to make sure that I was ready before pushing in.
As he pumped, Jacob shifted so he could get his left hand over me, gently rubbing my asshole with his thumb. It was something I had always wondered about but never really had the nerve to try. Jacob had made the decision for me, and I was delighted he had. The sensation in my asshole was making what he was doing with my pussy even more intense.
Again I started moving against him, gently rocking my hips back and forth along which his gentle thrusts as he lovingly pumped me. Slowly, he gained in speed, working up to a moderated, steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, his thumb somehow finding its way into my asshole — not really far but enough for me feel it. I let out a small gasp, more of a surprise than anything else.
“You okay, baby?” Jacob asked.
“Yes!” I shouted, my intensity having more to do with the absurd amounts of pleasure shooting through me.
“Good,” he said, continuing with his present course of action.
I started to cum, and he eased off, stroking the small of my back as the convulsions began even harder than before, sending shock waves through my entire body.
“You want to cum?” I asked, realizing that he didn’t last time, at least not while inside me.
“Yes,” he said.
Leaving it there for the moment, he withdrew both his cock and thumb and started using his tongue to do to my asshole what he had already done to my pussy. I couldn’t contain my joy and started moaning and screaming with irrepressible joy as Jacob gave me pleasure unlike any I had ever even imagined.
When I was ready, he stood behind me again. Pressing the head of his cock against my asshole, he eased it in, not going much farther than the head. My asshole instantly tightened around him. It didn’t hurt like I was always told it would — probably in an attempt to keep me from trying it. If anything, it felt like a bit of pressure but really just felt good. I could only imagine how it felt for him. I also felt strangely proud to be able to give him that.
Loading my asshole with his cock, Jacob started to push in even further, without a word of protest on my end. The sensations rushing through me like quicksilver were enough to render me non-verbal.
“Good?” he asked, stroking my back. I nodded vigorously, encouraging him to please continue.
Sliding his hand up to my shoulder, at least partly for leverage, Jacob started thrusting a bit harder. The feeling brought up gasps, moans, and screams from the deepest core of my being. It felt so good I could barely stand it. It was honestly all I could do not to pass out. I had heard rumors of girls being literally fucked into unconsciousness, but mostly though they were at least exaggerated if out downright lies. Turns out, they were understating the fact of the matter if anything.
Jacob picked up speed, pounding me even harder, pumping his huge cock inside my tight little virgin asshole, making me shudder and scream. I turned towards the pillow to muffle the sound in case one of the neighbors decided I was being horribly murdered or something and called the police. I wouldn’t blame them if they did considering the sounds I was making.
After what felt like an eternity, time ceasing to have any real meaning anymore, Jacob came. He filled me up with his hot, sweet cum that entered me in a lovely flood that made me feel warm all over. I had read somewhere that cum was supposed to have some kind of natural anti-depressant effect. I could certainly believe it. Though, I suspected, at least partly, that the girls in the study just really liked cock. I knew that I, for one, was certainly becoming a fan.
Gently easing out of me, Jacob took me around my waist and turned me back onto my back, using more strength than I would have thought that he had. Then again, he had somehow carried me from the couch to the bed while I was dead asleep, so he clearly had hidden talents.
Spreading my legs wide, he wasted no time diving in between my thighs and devouring my pussy, slipping two fingers into my still stretched out asshole using his tongue and fingers in tandem to work me to a massive orgasm.
Stroking my belly as I came down, Jacob lay down next to me, kissing me on the cheek.
“I could get used to this,” I said, still breathless.
“I know what you mean,” he said, kissing me again, this time on the lips, gifting me with his tongue.
Chapter Eleven - Jacob
The bass thumped in my ears matching the beat of my heart. The speakers weren’t top of the line. They were just standard, stock models, though the car was old enough for the radio to have a separate dial for bass and treble. Really quite a plus for listening to my music.
I crooned along, somewhat less tuneful than the gifted singer.
I was doing my best to distract myself on my way to the law firm. For some reason, I was feeling nervous going back to the training at Howell and Howell, which in retrospect, seemed a bit odd. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but suddenly, I had complications of the heart. I wanted to see Charlotte again, but I was also so confused about what happened between us. Our fake relationship was suddenly very real.
It would have been so much easier if it had just been about sex — which was honestly the best I had ever had. I had never been with a woman who was more willing or eager. Part of me didn’t want to give that up.
I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself, but I was falling in love with Charlotte. I knew we had only met recently, but I felt like I already knew her because of our previous correspondence. I thi
nk she felt the same about me, which was more of a complicating factor than a help. I thought back on her display at the apartment, wondering how much of it was for the benefit of the landlord. Was I ready for that kind of commitment?
Unbidden, my mind focused on what she had said about the size of the bathtub, and I couldn’t help imagining what that might be like. I had never actually fucked in a bathtub before and wondered what positions would be used. Charlotte had made it sound like it was not just something she had done before but something she actually enjoyed.
Pulling up into a semi-legal spot in a nearby store, one that said that it was customer parking only but had no time limit, and the customer proviso could be gotten around by going into the grocery store and leaving the bags on the passenger seat.
Sipping my cheep cup of coffee, I strolled across the street to the Howell and Howell building, glad the injury hadn’t been to my leg, considering the insanity of the majority of the drivers in the Los Angeles area being completely fucking insane. At least when on the road. Then again, I could just be bitter from the time I was nearly knocked over by a nun, who proceeded to say some very unflattering things in Latin.
Holding my breath going past the next-door café, I ducked into the relative safety of the elevator. I shut my eyes tight and waited for it to be over.
Charlotte was the farthest thing from my mind until I got into the classroom. She wasn’t dressed in a particularly sexy or in a fancy way, but she still looked like the most attractive woman in the world as far as I could see. It broke my heart to do it, but I walked by the row she was in and sat in the back row. Everything in me was screaming that I should sit with her, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it. I wanted to, but I wasn’t really sure if it was right. For her or for me.
The crux of my concern was that while I was falling in love with her and was fairly sure she felt the same way about me, I wasn’t sure that I was what was best for her. She had her own things that she was struggling with, and I wasn’t sure I would do anything more than to add to it. She was still so young and had her life ahead of her, and it seemed wrong to tie her down.