by Chloe Cole
Mickey took a deep breath and stood back, running her hands over her body. She lingered on her breasts, skimming her hips and then slowly rubbing between her legs, shuddering as she did. She moved her hands upward and began to lift the hem of her tank top.
Jake let out an appreciative whistle as he took in the sight of her lace-clad breasts. Full and firm, they were just as he had imagined they would be and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. Jesus, she was built like a 1950s pinup star, slamming curves and a tiny little waist.
“You’re going to need to unlock these handcuffs now,” he said. His hands ached to touch her.
“Who’s going to make me?” she asked, with both a smile and a challenge in her voice.
Her hands drifted to the waist of her skirt and she unfastened it with a snap. She moved to pull her zipper down then stopped. “I’m going to take my skirt off now, Jake. Do you want to see the front or the back first?”
“Back. Turn around. I’ve been dreaming about your ass.”
Mickey turned away, her body trembling with excitement. She was really doing it! She was being herself and he still seemed to want her. In fact, he seemed to want her even more. She slipped off her shoes and peered over her shoulder at him as she slid the denim down past her ass, then her legs. Stepping out of the skirt gracefully, she kicked it to the side.
Jake’s cock grew stiffer beneath his pants as he watched her. She stood straight and proud in a tiny pair of peach panties that covered the smallest part of each luscious cheek. His teeth ached, so strong was the urge to sink them into that ass. He struggled against the cuffs before taking a deep, shuddering breath.
“Back up, Gracie,” he commanded.
She did, skittering backward until her bare calves brushed his legs. Mickey stood stock-still and he leaned close, his hot breath washing over the small of her back. He pressed a moist kiss there and she sighed in pleasure as his tongue moved leisurely along her lower back, from hip to hip.
His lips moved lower, then lower still. She gasped as his teeth sunk into her flesh, nipping sharply at her bottom. She moved to pull away but stopped as his tongue snaked out to lave the offended spot.
“Mmmm…” She squirmed closer to him. Electricity arced through her as he bit down on her pliant flesh and again kissed and sucked, soothing her. Mickey was starting to catch on. Hoping he would bite her again, she shook her ass in front of his face to entice him.
Jake sat back and stared, hypnotized by her hips swaying in front of him. What a lucky bastard he was. This sight would be burned into his retinas for eternity, and if he’d had to stay in that shithole for a month in order to meet Mickey and see this, it had been worth it.
Mickey turned to face him and their eyes met for a moment before he allowed his gaze to drift away, sweeping down her form.
“The bra now. Take off the bra,” he insisted.
She reached between her breasts and unclasped it. The cups sprang open as her plump breasts spilled forward.
Her neck was long and elegant, her shoulders delicate but strong. All in all, she was really lovely. But her tits…oh, her tits. Large, and looking even more so in comparison to her small waist, they were absolutely astounding. Round and high, they were every girl’s wish and every guy’s fantasy. Jake had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Pert, dusky nipples stood out in stark relief against the light gold of her skin. They had five hours? Jake could spend that long just on those breasts.
“Why would you ever hide this all?” he asked, more to himself than to her, knowing she wouldn’t answer.
He tore his gaze away to take in the rest of her body: smooth flat belly, beautifully curved hips. He would give his best horse to be free of those cuffs right now so he could grab those hips in his hands and use them to drive her up and down on his aching cock until they both exploded.
Shifting his sights lower, he took in the silky triangle of peach and the long, smooth legs, down to her feet. They were beautifully shaped. Damn this woman, even her feet were sexy.
Mickey watched him as his face got more strained by the second, his breathing more labored. He clearly liked what he saw, and the feeling of power skittered through her again, turning her on even more. She slipped her hands into her panties and slid them down her legs, slowly stepping out of them.
Neatly shaved with just a little patch of hair, Jake was so close he could see the swollen lips of her sex, slick with moisture, pouting like a sulky lover. He groaned out loud then and leaned forward, his face only an inch from her pussy. He breathed in deep and was assailed by her heady, musky scent. “Come closer,” he groaned as she backed away a step.
“Not yet.” Mickey was having way too much fun to give in yet. She was just getting warmed up.
She dropped to her knees before him and reached out to palm his straining cock through his pants. He arched his hips toward her and moaned.
Mickey smiled and leaned forward. The thick head was peeking out of the top of his pants and she squeezed it gently between her thumb and forefinger.
“I’m going to suck it, okay? I’ve never done it before,” she warned him. “But I’ve been dying to try.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, just the fact that you want to puts you miles ahead of the game. If you like doing it, I’m going to love it, no matter what you do down there.”
She worked his cock out of the pants and marveled at his size. A wave of heat swept through her and a rush of moisture dripped down her thighs at the thought of him inside her. She settled between his legs, sticking out her tongue and giving the distended head a tentative lick. Jake groaned, so she did it again and he tensed beneath her.
Enthralled, Mickey slapped his pulsing cock softly against her lips, loving the silky feel of him. She parted her lips and sucked his tip into her mouth slowly before expelling it. In and out, she suckled at the smooth, thick head until he began to pump his hips beneath her.
“Take it, babe, that’s it, suck it deep.” Jake could have come right there, watching as her head bobbed up and down, creamy tits bouncing against his thighs, plump, juicy lips sucking off just the tip of his cock so enthusiastically. He closed his eyes to steel himself against the sight, then stilled as she sucked him hard, pulling him in deep, then deeper still. Her sweet mouth was so hot, so moist as she continued down, her lips grazing the base of his dick. Through his haze, he heard her gag lightly as her throat closed tight around him, but still she held him deep. He felt a pulse of hot cum escape him and his muscles shook as he strained to keep from shooting the rest into her hungry mouth.
“Fuck, you’re a quick study, Gracie. We may want to do something else for a while,” he managed, his voice sounding strangled to his own ears. He groaned again as he felt her chuckle vibrate around him.
She released him, sliding him out of her mouth with a pop and looked up with a grin. Standing up, she pulled him up to stand with her and pressed against him.
“You need to get some of these clothes off.”
Jake moved forward and in two steps had her against the wall, his muscular body pinning her. She gasped and he ground his hips roughly into her, his erection rock hard against her stomach. He knelt low then, pressing his mouth to her jaw, then down her neck, nibbling softly. He moved to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, making her nipples ache.
“Take the cuffs off now, Gracie. I need to touch you. I’m going to eat that pussy and I want to have my hands on you when I do,” he breathed.
“Yes. Okay. Whatever you want.” The thought of his mouth on her made her voice tremble.
Her words sent a dark thrill through him, and he wondered if she knew what she was getting into. He backed away to let her get by him. She leaned over to pick up her skirt and take out her keys. He stared at her ass as she bent over, imagining burying his cock there.
Mickey straightened and walked over to Jake, motioning for him to turn around. He did, and she unlocked the cuffs.
He moved so fast it was a blur and an instant later
she was on the chair and cuffed, hands behind her.
“Well, sweetheart, it looks like the tables have turned.”
A frisson of fear trickled down her spine, but when she looked into Jake’s eyes, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Still, she liked it better when he was wearing the cuffs.
With a few swift motions he stripped off his clothes until he stood before her, his glorious body naked. He moved close and, doing as she had done to him, spread her knees and knelt between her legs, running his hands up her ankles, past her knees to her inner thighs. Her legs trembled under his knowing touch.
Jake could feel the heat coming off her. Her pussy was primed for him, juicy and ready. He couldn’t wait to taste her, but wanted to start with her breasts. Her hands were behind her back, thrusting them forward, the hard nipples beckoning him.
Jake reached out and lightly pinched first one then the other. Mickey groaned. He leaned in, latched his teeth onto one of the firm nubs, then sucked as she cried out beneath him.
Heat stole through Mickey’s limbs and settled between her legs as he sucked and licked. His right hand crept up her thigh and he palmed her moist crevice. Sucking hard, he slipped a finger down her slit and deep inside her. She gasped and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He pressed in, then maddeningly pulled all the way out, sliding his finger over her plumped clit before thrusting it back in deep. She began to pant as he stroked his finger in and out.
Abruptly releasing her breast, he leaned low, sparing her a quick, wicked glance before pressing his mouth to her core. Mickey sucked in a breath and bit her lip again to keep from screaming.
He began kissing lightly, then settled in to run his tongue up the length of her crease. When he reached her clit he flicked it lightly and began tonguing it rhythmically. Mickey could not believe she had missed out on this her whole adult life. It was…sublime. She stilled and tried to keep from coming as his mouth continued its assault and his finger moved within her. She didn’t want it to end, but knew she wouldn’t last another minute as she felt her orgasm building, riding her hard toward completion.
Inexplicably, Jake eased his finger out and released her clit.
Why was he torturing her this way? Mickey whimpered and writhed, trying to move closer to him.
Jake met her pleading eyes in the dim light and gave her a tight smile. “This is just as hard on me, Gracie. But I want this to be spectacular between us, and waiting only makes it better.” He turned around, moving to the table.
Getting the keys to uncuff her?
When he returned, he didn’t reach for her cuffed hands, but again knelt before her, his own hand behind his back.
“Jake?” A hint of panic lapped at her consciousness.
“Close your eyes, babe. Trust me, it’s going to be good.”
Mickey was at war with herself. Eyes closed, hands cuffed, he could do anything to her. That was a little scary. But then again, eyes closed, hands cuffed, he could do anything to her. That was very, very exciting. She allowed her eyes to drift closed and waited, her whole body tense and tingling.
Again, she felt his hot, rough tongue laving her pussy. Damn, he was good at that. And again, he licked and sucked and pulled until she was almost out of her mind, muscles tense, body straining for release. She froze as something cool pressed against the overheated, slick lips of her pussy. He withdrew his mouth from her body and slid the long, hard object up and down her pulsing center. Down over her clit and her entrance, down to her ass and back up.
“What–what are you doing?” she asked, afraid to look.
He didn’t answer and continued his play. She gasped as he bent and sucked her clit into his mouth, working it with his tongue. As he did, she felt that cool hardness pressing against her entrance, now with more insistence. She peeked down to see Jake kneeling between her legs, licking her while holding her baton. Panicked, she tried to pull away, but he held her in his firm grasp.
“How did you know it was in my purse?”
“I saw it sticking out when we were walking up the stairs. You make me so crazy, I want to do everything to you at once. I want to fuck you and eat your pussy at the same time and I can’t. Not with my body alone. Please, Mick, trust me. I just want to make you as hot as I am,” he whispered.
She stared down at him as he gave her clit a long lick and pressed the baton an inch, then two, into her pussy, before pulling it out and sliding it over her throbbing clit.
“Stop, Jake. This is…”
“Give me twenty seconds. If you’re not begging me for it in twenty seconds, I’ll stop.”
She nodded, still apprehensive. Then in and out he pressed as he licked and sucked. Mickey groaned as sensation washed over her. It was almost too much, but at the same time, not enough. He never pushed the baton in very far, and soon she found herself hungry for more. Her hips began to bounce. A shallow thrust in and out, then his mouth licking and sucking. The pressure began to build, curling in Mickey’s stomach. She needed it so bad. She needed him to fuck her, to feel his hard cock buried all the way in her, stretching her, filling her. Her heart raced and she began to pump her hips in earnest. “Please, Jake, please.”
“Please what, Gracie? What do you want, baby?” he urged, his breath against her overheated clitoris as he slid the baton just a little deeper, stroking her just a little faster. “Do you want me to lick you while I do this until you come?”
“Yessss,” she hissed, out of her mind with need, too far gone to care that once she came, it would be almost over.
“Yes,” he responded, moving to cover her again with his mouth. He suckled, then guided the baton deep this time, five, six, seven thick, hard inches filling her. He withdrew it slowly, then worked it back in deep, using a consistent rhythm, pressing just a little harder each time until he was fucking her hard and she was filled to the hilt as he ate her pussy.
“Oh my God. Oh, damn, Jake, I–” Mickey arched her hips as he pounded deep and felt herself break apart, shattering into a thousand pieces, coming and coming against Jake’s hot, greedy mouth, her pussy clenching tight over the heated, slick baton.
It was all Jake could do not to pull it out and replace it with his cock, which ached and pulsed, weeping with the need to bury himself deep in her. He forced himself to bear the exquisite onslaught of her orgasm.
Her body eased, her cries quieted, and he slowly slid the baton out of her quickly tightening pussy as she watched, still huffing, eyes glazed.
“Stand and turn around now. I’ll take the cuffs off.”
Jake looked up at the clock. They had already used up over an hour. He muttered a curse, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with her.
“I didn’t mean to come so fast. I’m sorry,” she said, her voice a miserable whisper.
She looked so forlorn. “Mickey, I wanted you to. And I’m going to make you come again and again,” he promised.
She stood, eyeing him doubtfully, but with hope burning in her eyes. Wobbling for a moment, she turned. Jake growled at the sight of her bare ass as he retrieved the key. He unlocked the cuffs, but stilled her when she tried to face him. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer, he tore open the foil pack with his teeth and slipped it on with shaking hands. He pressed a hand to her nape, pushing down until she was bent at the waist, steadying herself on the chair arms, her ass firm against his rock-hard erection.
Jake kneaded her cheeks, squeezing and spreading her firm bottom. “Oh this is going to be so fucking good, Gracie,” he rasped, palming her ass with one hand and gripping his cock with the other, rubbing the thick head against her moist entrance. She whimpered in anticipation.
Hoping he didn’t lose his mind and explode the second he entered her, Jake pressed forward carefully. He gritted his teeth to steel himself against the tight, hot column of her sex. Finally, he was buried deep, where he stayed, trying to maintain an ounce of control.
Mickey remained in place, luxuriating in the feel of his thick cock, allowing her b
ody to stretch in welcome accommodation. God, he feels…unbelievable. The pressure began to build again, heat radiating from her core. She was so full and he was pulsing directly against her G-spot. Sweet. She pressed backward reflexively and Jake groaned. She did it again, this time squeezing her inner muscles. He swore roundly and grabbed her hips in both hands, pulling her away from him then sliding her back onto his dick. He began to ride her hard, using her hips to work her over him again and again. She felt a second orgasm building fast, pulling her toward the abyss.
Anchored deep inside her, Jake paused again to get a firmer grip. He released one of her hips to slowly trace the shadowy crevice between her ass cheeks. Her bottom twitched against him. He gave her a sharp squeeze, reveling in the feel of her firm flesh against his palm. Mickey groaned, and Jake groaned back. She liked it. The idea that her body responded so nicely to the pleasure pain made his cock swell even more.
Again, he kneaded and squeezed harder, this time accompanied by a press of his hips, seating himself even deeper within her. Mickey cried out, an incoherent sob as she pushed against him. “You like that, Gracie?” he coaxed, caressing, then squeezing.
Jake closed his eyes as her body began to tighten around him, gripping him like a fist. He halted his onslaught of pleasure pain, and slid a hand between them where they were joined. His fingers sought out the warm wetness of her body and he bathed them until they were slick with her juices. He slid his index finger between her cheeks until it was pressed flush against the little knot of darkness there. Gently, he worked his digit into her ass, pumping his hips in decadent counterpoint, sliding his cock deep into her hot pussy, then sliding his finger deeper into her ass.
Mickey felt a wash of momentary embarrassment at the ass play, but it was quickly overshadowed by ecstasy as Jake filled her completely, everywhere. She tried not to scream, but he was pounding his cock into her now, buried to the hilt, bucking inside of her as he cleverly moved his finger smoothly, deeply, in and out of her ass. Thrusting, thrusting….
A keening rose low in Mickey’s throat and she felt her whole body clamp down, gripping him, then exploding. Waves rocked and pulsed through her as she trembled and shook beneath him, his steely length continuing its relentless pounding.