by Alexis Gold
“Hmmm, I think I can work with that,” Jenna murmured as she reached down to stroke his shaft.
He responded with hips that rolled in pleasure. His member grew harder at the sensation of her soft hands gently rubbing it up and down, going all the way down to his balls and giving each a delicate squeeze. As her fingers worked their magic, she began to kiss his chest. Her tongue flicked his nipples, and she bit at the muscular outlines as she made her way down his abs and V line.
His dick was now rock hard and throbbing for her. His eyes were open, and he looked at her with a deep burning desire. She looked up at him coyly, then teased him with kisses, licks, and nips all around his groin. Her hands massaged his inner thighs and balls, and he so badly wanted to feel her lips and tongue on his dick.
She watched him as she played with him. Quick licks and kisses along his member made him growl in enjoyment, but he wanted more. He stroked her face and ran a hand through her hair, but she wanted to toy with him just a bit longer.
She sat up and straddled his legs, his package right in front of her own naked groin. She felt her clit begin to pulse in pleasure, felt herself grow wet at the feeling of his skin, the image of his perfect body and face. He smiled up at her as he watched her naked body, the sight itself giving him immense pleasure.
He suddenly reached around the bedside drawer, one hand on her hip to keep her steady as she straddled him. He pulled out a bottle of lube, snapped it open, and poured some on himself. She smiled, her hand working at his head and shaft, and he hissed louder in pure sexual ecstasy. She continued to work on him as he squirmed in delight under her, his smoldering eyes watching her as she delicately played with his cock.
With an effortless motion, he scooped her up and laid her on her back. She watched him with warm eyes as he stared back at her, then leaned in, and kissed her tenderly. Their tongues met, and the sensation sent fireworks off in their bodies. Their movements became more intense, as each became more desperate to feel the other pressed against them.
Her hands traced his chest and squeezed him, the feeling of his body so good under hers. He nibbled at her earlobe, her soft laugh like a wind chime on a summer breeze. He nibbled his way down her neck, softly kissing and nipping at delicate skin and the curves of her body. He made his way down her chest, kissed his way up her full breasts, and slowly swirled his tongue around her hard nipple. She moaned in pleasure at the sensation. Her wetness grew at the very touch.
His hands traced down her hips and thighs to her bodily lips, and he carefully found her swollen clit as he continued to play and nibble at her nipples. She bucked as soon as he hit it, the double sensation of such bliss almost too much for her to handle. She looked at him with lustful eyes and bit her lip with desire.
His finger delicately traced her clit. The two began a rhythm as their bodies begged for more, but the sensation of drawing this out was just too good. He used her own slick wetness, his finger dancing back and forth between her folds to drive her mad. Her hips pressed harder as she so badly wanted to beg him to thrust himself deep inside her. He smiled as he watched her rock back and forth with uncontrolled ferocity.
Her eyes opened, looking deeply into his, and the two felt the electric current in the air. The sensations were now almost too much for either to handle.
“I need you inside of me.” Her eyes left no room for questions.
Lance obliged. He swiftly flipped himself onto his back and eagerly helped her straddle him. Her slick, warm softness encompassed him, and both groaned in absolute satisfaction. He began to slowly rock his hips. She mimicked his rhythm until she felt him hit that spot, the scratch only he could itch, and she smiled as she felt the delicious, warm sensation begin to build in her middle.
She reached down and traced every inch of his body with her fingertips, the sensation like quenching her thirst after a long journey in the desert. His hands reached back and squeezed her ass. The feeling of her riding him and that perfect, round ass in his hands drove him crazy with delight. He smiled up at her and she bit her lip with a burning stare as the two relished in the pure, glorious feeling, each delighted with the other’s body.
Jenna began to thrust harder. The build-up of her orgasm burrowed deep within her, and she felt like she was going up a rollercoaster. She could already tell this explosion of euphoria was going to feel so fucking good. She looked him in the eyes, her teeth exposed in a primalistic manner as she rode him harder and harder. He thrust right back in perfect sync, feeling his balls tighten in anticipation of his own orgasm. The feeling of her pussy on his dick was too good; he felt like he would explode at any moment.
Jenna felt herself hit the top of the rollercoaster; the cart teetered right on the edge, and her lips curled in a big smile as she looked him in the eyes. He knew and thrust harder. The sensation sent an explosion of exhilaration coursing through her body. She screamed with delight. The need to let out all of these pent up feelings of exuberance as the spasm of the orgasm rocked through her middle was too much for her to hold back. Each yell of “YES!” was accompanied with waves of physical bliss that jolted her muscles, her flesh, and her being and made her feel more alive than she ever thought possible.
As he watched her come—the image of her on top of him, a goddess with her tits bouncing perfectly and her head thrown back in joy—he could no longer contain his own orgasm. He felt his member twitch, and the release made him roar in deep, instinctual glee. He bounced her up and down, the slick, friction making him throb in jolts of unrestrained elation.
The two screamed and yelled as they rode their ride of sexual euphoria, their bodies perfectly in sync as they moved, rolled, and quivered in response to the other. They breathed heavily and finally felt the sensation begin to lessen, as the warmth of the post-orgasm began to settle in their middles, and his cock gave a final twitch of satisfaction deep within her.
She collapsed on his chest, out of breath, a sheen of sweat glistening against her skin. He rubbed her back, and his own chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as she lay on him. Neither said a word for a few minutes while they tried to absorb the experience they had just shared, though smiles were plastered to their faces. Jenna slowly propped herself up on him, and her hand stroked his cheek then went back through his hair as she looked into his eyes.
“I’m not exaggerating when I say… BEST I’ve ever had.”
He grinned. “Same here, beautiful.”
She collapsed on his chest again and laughed. The entire last week was almost more than she ever thought she would go through in her lifetime. And now she lay here in bed, with a man who was only a stranger a few days ago but who now felt like her best friend.
He continued to rub her back and closed his eyes, the beckoning of sleep calling to him once again. Jenna couldn’t help but chuckle as the rubs slowed and she heard him pick up his snores. Leave it to a man to fall asleep right after sex. She wasn’t upset though. She knew the appreciation was reciprocated and couldn’t blame him for the fatigue. Although the sex had woken her up, she still felt exhaustion tug at her body.
Jenna rolled out of the bed and headed to the shower. After the last few days she’d had, she had no guilt about a second shower today. She turned on the water, and it poured over her yet again. This time she stood in it for a half hour as she let the feeling relax and settle her.
Once she had dried off, she grabbed her phone from the bedside stand and looked at the time. Her eyes went wide in surprise.
“Damn, we slept the last twenty hours.” She chuckled to herself, not that she could blame them.
She wrapped the kimono around her and headed toward the back patio with her phone in hand. The late morning sun was already warm, so she popped open the umbrella and let the shade fall over her body. She reclined in the chair, set her phone beside her, put a cushion behind her head, and took it all in.
The sounds of the waves and seagulls lulled her into another nap, and the lazy dreams that passed behind her eyes were of Lance, Da
nielle, and good food. She smiled in her sleep, until the buzz of her phone beckoned her back into consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and she reached over, grabbed the device, and saw Danielle was calling. She slid the screen open and answered the call.
“Hey, thanks.” Jenna smiled.
Danielle squealed on the other line, “YOU ALMOST DIED!”
She rolled her eyes at her best friend. “Did not.”
“She kidnapped you!”
She paused. “How do you know that?”
She heard Danielle roll her chair back. “Talked to my guy, and he said they had Lia in custody. I put two and two together. How do you think I make such a great wingman?”
Jenna shrugged. “Well you’re not wrong.”
“Jenna, I told you not to get kidnapped,” Danielle deadpanned.
She laughed in response. “I mean, it wasn’t like I was trying. Add a little chloroform to the mix and suddenly you have yourself quite the party.”
Her friend gasped in response. “The bitch chloroformed you?!”
Jenna snorted. “She did a lot more than that, and a bitch is an understatement.”
Danielle sighed. “How’s Lance taking all of it?”
Jenna peaked back in the bedroom window where she saw him sleeping lazily.
“Surprisingly well.”
“Well, that’s good. When are you two coming home?”
Jenna leaned back and sighed. “Whenever he wants to fly me there. But hey, I’ll take the vacation.”
Danielle chuckled. “Wish that was the case, babe, but the Feds want you both up here to give your witness testimonies ASAP. And I mean that.”
“What’s the hurry?”
“Well, it turns out there was a scheme within the scheme. Lia had secretly embezzled millions from the family without anyone noticing.”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “I’m not surprised. And how the hell do you not notice millions missing?”
She smiled as she thought of how Lance would jab her for picking fun at his family like that, but she really couldn’t even fathom such a thing.
“Afraid I can’t, and probably won’t ever be able to answer that one for ya, babe. But I’m glad to hear your voice, even if it is a bit hoarse.”
“Hey, I’m glad that’s all that’s wrong with me after this last adventure.”
“You two will have to tell me all about it when you get home. Until then, rest up and feel better, girl.” Danielle took a sip of something Jenna imagined to be a big Slurpee or other ridiculous beverage she always got at the convenience store.
“Will do. You take care, sweetheart. Bye!”
“Later!”
Jenna hung up the phone and stretched with a groan. She stood up, letting the sun warm her skin and a breeze caress her body. She lazily made her way back inside, her bare feet hardly making a sound as she crept back in the bedroom, pulled the covers back, then carefully cuddled up next to Lance. She snuggled him close, and he moaned in sleepiness, as even in his daze he pulled her closer.
The two lay intertwined in each other arms, bodies pressing close together and fitting like perfect puzzle pieces. Sleep came and went for a few more hours, but finally hunger called once again and both felt the beckoning of their stomachs awaken them. Lance rolled over lazily and kissed Jenna with soft, wet smooches, her giggles only making him do it more.
“Stop! I’m huuuuungry!” She grabbed his face and gave him her own kisses.
“Mmm, me too. Bring me leftovers.”
She rolled over, looked into his eyes, and felt the feeling bubble in her heart that only he gave her. Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at his smiling face.
“What is it?” He asked and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I almost lost you,” she whispered, as small tears quietly streamed down her cheeks.
He placed his hand behind her head, pulled her close, and kissed her forehead softly. He held her there for a moment before he rested his forehead against hers and spoke softly. “But you didn’t.” Then he kissed her lips gently and looked into her eyes.
Chapter12
Jenna and Lance awoke early the next morning and began to pack their things. Lance’s father had scheduled a ride back to New York on the family jet, which awaited them at their leisure. Jenna packed her bag and smiled as she stuffed in a perfume she had picked up at the local shop, realizing she didn’t have to go through airport security now.
“It’s so cool that we just have a jet waiting for us, no lines or TSA. Private jets have their perks.” Jenna smiled at Lance as he stuffed his briefs into his bag.
“Yes, that is one of the pretty great things about it. Also the ‘fly wherever you want, whenever you want part’…. that’s a good end of the deal as well.” He smirked back at her as her eyes widened in surprise.
“I actually completely forgot about that… another noted reason to own a private jet.”
The two finished gathering clothes, laptops, and notes. They were headed right to the FBI office as soon as they hit the ground in the States. After that, they could head to their homes and continue on with their lives. The impending return to reality made Jenna frown. What in the world was going to become of this thing between her and Lance?
The drive to the airport seemed to fly by: rural fields, tropical woods, and coastal scenes now familiar to Jenna’s eyes. She got lost in her thoughts. Lance had turned on classical music and seemed to be deeply embedded in his own thoughts.
They pulled up the long driveway, and the tall gates seemed to stare down at them as Lance punched in his code. Jenna wondered how many places and how many times he had been to different private airports around the world, punching in that same code.
This entire week, she hadn’t really considered Lance’s life as the son of a billionaire. The distraction of Lia, Gavin, and Franco had pushed it to the back of her mind. But as the car rolled up toward the small jet, captain waiting at the end of the stairs, it suddenly struck her with a powerful punch to the gut.
Lance parked the car, unbuckled, and stepped out to retrieve their bags as Jenna grabbed her purse and nervously watched him. What if he didn’t want a woman like her? What if this was just how she felt and he was along for the ride?
They boarded the plane, and Jenna tried to push the negative thoughts away. She hadn’t felt that once this week. She had only felt genuine compassion and empathy for the man before her and felt it was completely reciprocated. But she couldn’t help the nagging worry that she had only known him for the one week so far and yet had somehow managed to form such an incredible bond with him. She began to question her feelings. Everything had moved so fast and suddenly she wasn’t so sure.
The two made it up to the main cabin, and Jenna couldn’t help but let her jaw drop; the place was unbelievable. The cabin contained a U-shaped couch finished with soft, white leather. The carpet was a silky red, and there was a small oak bar at one end. There was also a flat screen TV, accompanied by large speakers and an entire shelf of movies and records.
Jenna sat on the couch while Lance went over to the rack of records and pulled out a newer looking vinyl, popped it on the turntable, and put on the needle. Soft, melodic music began to play, different than anything Jenna had heard before.
“Who’s this?” Jenna asked curiously. She enjoyed the immediate sense of relaxation it brought her.
“Bon Iver. He’s one of my favorites.” Lance smiled as he sat down next to her and placed a hand on her knee.
Jenna smiled. “I’ve never heard him before, but I like him.”
He rubbed her leg gently and looked her in the eyes with his soft, pools of green iris.
“I thought you might.”
Both paused for a moment and Jenna felt the gnawing at her gut once again. She felt so strongly for him, and she felt that if she didn’t say something now, she would regret it.
“Lance, I want to ask you about our relationship.” She took a deep breath, her eyes nervously meeting his.
> He didn’t flinch; his eyes didn’t dodge and he didn’t grow tense. Instead, he leaned into her gently and kissed her forehead.
“Ask away, beautiful.”
Jenna felt herself soften at his words, at the endearment he had given her that just sounded better than any other name out there.
“I’m concerned because we have only known each other a week, and, well, at least for me the feelings are very, very strong. I need to know if they’re strong on your end too, or if I’m just imagining this… connection.”
She squared her shoulders nervously. He took his hand and laid it on her shoulder to quell her nerves as he gave her a warm smile and looked into her eyes.
“Jenna, I’ve never felt anything more real in my life. I’m not sure what this is, but I know that I really, really want to find out. And do you know what that means?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.