Fuck.
The fuckin' beauty of her had his breath sticking, hitching.
Caitlin's head was thrown back and her neck was fully exposed. He hadn't even realized that the whole time he had been working her neck that his hands had captured her breasts and his thumbs were rubbing, flicking against the hard peaks even through her shirt and bra, underneath her now unbuttoned coat. He felt his cock throb as his hands continued to move, to pinch the tips lightly. Her hips were slowly moving forward and back rubbing, stroking herself against his hard length. And he caught a whiff of her, the essence of her.
"Your turn, Darlin'." Even he could hear the hoarse, throaty growl of his whispered words.
Caitlin brought her chin down to capture his eyes. In the glow of the streetlights, there was only the thinnest rim of blue-green of her iris showing.
"My turn," she breathed as her hands pushed his jacket to move it to the edge his shoulders. Her gaze remained steady on his as her fingers drifted up to lift his hair away, up and away from his neck. She dropped her eyes to the spot she intended to work and he felt her lean in before feeling her mouth--her soft, wet, fuckin', heated mouth touching tenderly, sweetly against the skin of his exposed neck.
The gooseflesh that shimmered across his skin at the feel of her mouth was a surprise.
The pulse of his cock, in response, was not.
While Jake had kissed his way down her neck, Caitlin was not so subtle. She used her teeth as well as her mouth. Scrape, wet glide and nip. Then repeat.
Working her way down slowly, so goddamn slow. Torturously slow.
Jake almost felt relief when her mouth met the juncture of his neck on his shoulder thinking that she would just do a long, slow lick back up to where she had started.
But not his girl.
Fuck, no. She made her play a wiggle of wetness back up, using her sexy tongue to flick, twirl and incite every millimeter of his sensitive skin until he thought he would explode from the feel of it, the feel of her. Mouthing him while rubbing, stroking, moving herself against his hot, drumming hardness. She had even used her fingernails on his t-shirted chest, scraping in slow tight circles to tease his nipples into hard peaks.
Inflaming him. Much like he had her, but with her own take on it.
Caitlin's own special moves.
Jake moved his hands underneath her top and filled them with the fullness of her lace encased breasts. His fingers sought, and found the sensitive peaks, capturing each between a thumb and forefinger to roll as his mouth again found hers.
Caitlin's response was immediate.
He caught her low moan in his mouth as her hips thrusted slowly, sinking down harder against him. He stopped and there was a pause before he felt her soft, warm hands work their way underneath his t-shirt. Sliding, rubbing, moving over the hills and valleys of his stomach, his chest. She palmed his pecs before again using her fingernails to softly, gently rub his nipples while using her tongue to flick, lick and caress every surface of his mouth.
And, just like before, his body reacted. He tried but couldn't help the heavy groan that escaped his throat or the sharp hip thrust, forcing his dick to collide against her. Craving the feel of her even through two sets of jeans.
Who was the fuckin' asshole that thought up this stupid, fuckin' game?
He knew that his idea, the thought to slow this down, had backfired. Royally.
It was time to stop or he would be takin' her right here, right fuckin' here in the cold of the car.
And that is not what he wanted.
Caitlin, his sweet girl, her arms around his shoulders hugging him close, leaned her forehead against his and once again admitted, "I need you so bad I hurt, baby."
And he was hot, hotter than he could ever remember being. And he might have pain, but it'd be worth it. He knew it would be worth it, if he waited.
But, his girl?
He could take care of her, wanted to take care of her needs.
"Turn, Darlin'," he said softly, slowly as his hands guided her legs to drape across the console, bringing her back to the his car door, her feet on the passenger seat, her ass in his lap.
"I'll take care of you, yeah?" Caitlin kept one arm across his shoulders as he moved her, shifted her into position.
"Babe, undo your zipper for me," he whispered, his lips against hers.
He felt her arm release his shoulders and he caught an elbow in his ribs as she tried to maneuver in the narrow space between his body and the steering wheel. The only sound in the car were their heavy pants and the sliding sounds of the metal-on-metal teeth of her jean's zipper as it moved apart.
Jake glanced down at the opening of her jeans. The stretch of skin, her belly exposed between her shirt and the start of her panties, called to him, caused another throb against Caitlin's ass. He slid his palm down, catching the elastic at the waistband, sliding his fingers beneath it.
He felt her move. Her head dropped back against the window as she curled her hips up, reaching towards his slowly descending hand. He could see the cords of her neck as her hips strained, reaching to connect with his fingers. Her hands went to his wrist, gripping it tightly, pulling at it.
"Please," he heard her beg and she pushed his wrists down harder as she ground herself against his hand. "Want…" That was all she whispered. But those words spoke volumes. They hit his brain, his heart and his cock all at the same time.
So he slipped his fingers further down, faster before pausing to cup her mound. His fingers move on, sliding down through the wetness until it reached her core, the creamy, hot center of her and curled in. He slipped a finger into her tight sheathe and his palm pressed hard against her swollen nub as he began to move his hand up and down, forward and back.
"Yes," she hissed beginning to grind herself harder against his hand, pressing in on a counter rhythm to his fingers.
"Mouth, Darlin'," Jake whispered against her exposed neck
Her mouth turned toward his and he seized it, using it wetly as he so wanted to do to the lips under his fingers. He moved up her slick slit to rotate, glide and rub her engorged, swollen clit using her own wetness. She shuddered against him and he moved his fingers back down, sliding back into her core as he used his thumb to continue to rub and stroke. His mouth mimicked the movement of his fingers.
Her hips spasmed, bucking upwards, trying to catch his rhythm.
She ripped her mouth from his as her hands gripped his shoulders, yanking him forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, tucking her face into his neck.
She was so fuckin' tight with only one of his fingers inside her.
"Jake. Oh God. Jake."
Hot.
So unbelievably hot.
Her voice, her wiggling body, the fuckin' heat, the wetness of her beneath his hand. This was for him, because of him.
He felt it then. The pulse of her channel squeezing his fingers as her orgasm began to roll, to thunder through her. Her hips stilled reaching, straining upwards on a low, keening cry. But his fingers continued to move, slowing just enough to keep the sensations going.
Jake was captivated, almost stunned by the beauty of her bliss. She was a vision of carnal pleasure and the sight of her, back arched with hips thrusting, slowing now against his hand that was tucked so deeply into her opened jeans and panties, seared itself into his brain.
Her arms came around him again, burrowing her face in his neck, his hair fluffing with each heavy breath she took. Jake disentangled his hand from her panties and jeans which released the full aroma on her arousal into the confines of his car.
"Fuckin' beautiful," he heard himself murmur, his lips beside her ear. They were not words that he planned to say, nor any that he had ever spoken out loud. But he knew he meant every fuckin' syllable.
He felt Caitlin's breath begin to slow and her arms released her grip on his shoulders but didn't let go completely.
"That help, Darlin'?" There was a smile in his voice that he couldn't stop if he tried, as he ques
tioned her quietly.
She nodded, forehead still pressed against his throat. Caitlin still couldn't speak. He could feel residual echoes of her release still rocking through her, stilling her limbs but with small pulses that involuntarily moved her hips.
Jake felt her come back into herself slowly, like she was just entering the present one muscle at a time. He waited, giving her the space she needed to process what had happened between them.
"Jake?", he heard against his neck, her voice soft, so soft, a whisper.
"Yeah, pretty girl, right here," he whispered in reply, tightening his arms, one around her shoulders and the other around her waist. It was all he could do not to bring his fingers to his mouth in order to gain a taste of her.
"Baby?"
"Still here, gorgeous," he again whispered and he felt his smile get bigger.
"That was, oh my God…Jake?"
"Yeah, Darlin'," Jake was biting his lips trying to keep his laughter inside. He was guessing that his girl had never reached it by a lover's hand before. The thought of that filled his heart almost as full as his cock.
There was a bit of silence before he felt her head leave his shoulder.
Caitlin's eyes, glimmering in the glow of the streetlights shining through the car's fogged windows, finally met his. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever felt in my whole life."
Oh, Christ.
Jake's cock surged at her words, the honesty that was reflected in her eyes, the feel of her in his arms. He was sure now that she had not only had never found it by anyone else's hand, perhaps not even with her own. He bit back a groan.
"But, baby?" He heard through the haze of his body and heart's reactions.
"You didn't get…ah, you didn't get…" Caitlin's face was a study, her eyes slipping to the passenger door, then over his right shoulder, looking around the car in measured moves. "You didn't…uhm…."
"I'm good." He didn't mean to sound as tense as his body felt.
"But, don't you need to…," she still couldn't meet his eyes.
"I'm fine," he assured her, trying unsuccessfully to make his voice much, much more confident than he felt.
"Show me what to do, baby," he heard her whisper, her beg, as her lips caught on his. Oh, fuck. His heart sped up to pulse in triple time. Was she asking…?
"Let me make you feel good, too." Her lips were at his neck and her fingers were at the buttons of his jeans. She popped the button fly slowly as her mouth kept moving, licking and stroking wetly against his neck.
Jake shifted to release the seat back until it was fully reclined. As he moved, Caitlin moved, too. She brought her legs back over the console and again straddled his lap, the steering wheel at her back.
"Tell me what to do," she whispered again, fervently as she planted both hands on his chest.
"Release me," Jake said, moving his hands to spread his unbuttoned jeans open. The air was cold on the glands of his exposed cock that was poking out of the top of his boxers. Her soft hands peeled the elastic down, uncovering him, encircling him. He placed his hands over hers.
The heat, oh god, the heat from just her hands.
"Need wetness, Cait," He moaned as he felt her first tentative stroke moving from the base up to the head.
He watched as Caitlin stilled. Had he asked too much?
Then his eyes followed her as she moved her hands to her own still opened jeans and slid one hand down into them. The thought, the sight of her touching herself had him sliding his hand, stroking his own hard, wanting flesh.
She captured her wetness, the wetness he had caused, and slid her now creamy hand up and down his iron like length.
"Better?"
"God, yes!" Jake hands covered hers as he thrust upwards, sliding the length himself into her hot, wet, slippery palms, the hands that were wrapped tightly on him, that were struggling to contain him. He didn't realize his hands had again slipped under her top and bra to push them up. That is, until his eyes watched what his hands had done. The sight of her pink tipped ivory flesh, so hotly exposed from the top of her breasts to her wide open jeans yet still underneath her open coat, the fuckin' coat he had bought her, sent a jolt from his eyes to his cock.
"Move my shirt up, Darlin'," He commanded on a strong voice when his hips were bucking upwards, sliding into her soft, tight, fuckin' hot, wet, hands. He felt her let go of the exquisite squeezing and the coldness hit his abs and chest as she slid his shirt up to his pecs before she reached to capture and continue her stroking.
He felt it surging through his cock, the come building from his backbone. He curled his hips forward, sinking into her firm strokes as he levered himself up onto his elbows.
Wanted to drive himself into her wet, sweet softness.
Needed her.
Jake kept his eyes open, trained on her face. She was watching his cock slip forcefully into her hands that were now slippery with his pre-cum, an look of awe captured in both her eyes and mouth.
She leaned forward and tipped her chin forward as her soft lips begin to use his moves on him. He felt her mouth licking, capturing, sucking, releasing as her hands stroked his hard shaft. He was thrusting, curling upwards.
"Tighter, Cait."
She squeezed her hands to grip him more tightly.
"Fuckin' hell," Jake growled, teeth clenched.
It hit.
Oh, dear sweet God. It hit.
"Caitlin!" he moaned releasing his elbows to drop his body and head back down to the seat rest.
Thumping.
Throbbing.
Christ!
He watched her face, his sweet girl. Totally caught up in the moment, she watched the limpid jets of his coming, tracking his ejectory in total awe. As the jets slowed down and ceased, Caitlin raised her eyes to his.
"Awesome," she whispered before diving against his mouth, her hands still holding his quivering cock.
Jake couldn't argue.
Chapter Eight
I was a bundle of nerves the next day. I had done my stuff at the mini-mart, performing the cleaning by rote since my head was so not in tune with her body's movements.
I'd plenty of time to think about last night as I walked to my first class of the day. But my thoughts were like a broken record.
Jake was an amazing man.
Who could do amazing things.
Who had taught me a lot of amazing things. Things that, as I remembered them, caused a pleasurable pulse to reverberate in all of my pink parts.
And memories. The memory of his hand down my panties, stroking, rolling, hotly caressing, urging me…urging me.
My memories of Jake's hands.
And, then, my hands on him.
The visuals, the mental pictures of Jake. His face as I had stroked him, the sight of his chest, his abs and parted jeans. His hips thrusting, driving himself into my hands.
Oh. My. God.
I felt light headed and crossed my legs for the seven hundred and twenty-third time since I'd sat down in class.
*.*.*.*.*
"Hey, pretty girl," I heard Jake's growl rumbled in my ear through my cell phone. "Thinkin' of pickin' up Greek tonight. Can be at your house by seven, seven thirty with food, yeah?
I was in between classes and slow to react because my mind was still on the memories of our session in the car. Was still reviewing my 'snapshots' of being with Jake in his car. Of Jake unclad in his car.
"Sure," I replied. "But, Jake?"
"Mmm-hmm?" I heard him say
"How'd you get my phone number?"
"Was on your resume," he said softly.
"You kept my resume?"
There was a short chuckle and then I heard him say, "Around seven, seven thirty, yeah?"
Okay, so I couldn't tell you about the start of our dining experience with the Greek food. My head was engaged in all things Jake. He sat on my two-seater sofa and I sat on the floor across from him after bringing plates, cutlery and sheets of paper towels to the antique white coffee table, fo
und in dumpster diving session, that I had given a new lease on life by coating it in white paint and taking sand paper to it to give it 'an antiqued look'.
He was funny, so funny that I found my stomach muscles hurt. I can't remember a time where I laughed so hard my muscles protested. Especially while dining on food that I'd never had before.
After we were done eating, which included the honey drenched Baklava, I did a quick tidy in my postage sized kitchenette before making my way back to Jake, sitting next to him on the loveseat I called a sofa.
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