Fifty-Two Pickup: Threes (Jessica Rogers Book 3)

by Jayden Hunter

  He moaned like cheesy porn actor.

  I pulled out and squeezed his balls. “I’m a good student?”

  “The best. Don’t stop.”

  “Music?” I asked.

  He leaned over to a night stand and started a play list of sexy music. As he moved back to me, I turned and laid on my back.

  “I’ll keep practicing on you if you don’t mind finishing my punishment…”

  “Okay, but no coming for you.”

  “All night?”

  “Oh, not that long,” he said. “That would be cruel.”

  “Hell, I have a toy in my overnight. I’d excuse myself and take care of it myself.”

  “You are a bad girl,” he said as he dropped into position to start sixty-nine.

  His hands worked my ass, squeezing, and pulling on my muscles, like a massage, while he drove his tongue into my pussy. I took my forefinger and thumb and encircled the base of his balls and gently tugged while I licked base-to-tip. I got lost in the euphoria of the sex.

  Many songs later, after he’d taken me nearly to climax several times, and then quit, he moved on top of me and kissed me while driving his stiff rod into my sweet sugar walls, as if he was a prince entering his palace.

  “Oh, Jesus,” I said. “That feels so good.” I grabbed his firm ass cheeks and squeezed.

  I could feel the strokes move into me like a series of waves crashing on the beach.

  His hands came up to my face. He spread his fingers over my ears and held my head like it was a priceless and fragile egg. Tenderly he moved his fingertips through my hair. He kissed me and changed the rhythm of his rocking.

  “I’m so close,” I gasped between kisses. “Fuck me now, hard, please.”

  He moved his lips to my neck and put luscious, wet, tongue kisses up and down my sensitive flesh.

  I moved my hands to his back and dug my nails in as I started to come.

  “Oh!” I shouted.

  He moved in a rhythmic movement that took me to climax.

  “I’m coming, oh…my…god…” I shook. My thighs squeezed and then relaxed. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck!”

  He pulled me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and spread my legs.

  I watched his face as he increased his stroke and took me up to my second climax.

  “Come with me!”

  His face contorted and he cried out has his pleasure eclipsed mine. I finished my climax and felt him thrust a final time before collapsing to the bed next to me.

  I ran my hands over his bare chest and created little trails of sweat.

  “I really dig you, Jess,” he said.

  “I dig you, too, teach,” I teased.

  He held me until I fell asleep and I dreamt of nothing…

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Anybody I can hold a candle to, I drip hot wax on.

  ~ John Alejandro King

  KIRK LUCAS SENT ME A LONG AND DETAILED EMAIL about his move to California before he landed in Los Angeles.

  I was conflicted.

  I’m certain he didn’t move out to California from Hartford just to date me—if he had I’d be super creeped out—but I knew I’d played a part in his decision and that bothered me a little bit. I had a slight feeling of obligation, although he’d gone way out of his way to say he was dating other women and that he had zero expectations of me. Which was good, I rebel against expectations.

  We met for dinner.

  “What month,” he said.

  “A crazy move," I agreed.

  “Yes, it’s a whole new world out here,” he said toasting with a micro brew that our platinum blonde—faked titted—wannabe model/actress/singer waitress set down in front of him while slightly bending, so that he’d get a view of her finely sculpted cleavage.

  “It is,” I said glaring at the bitch. Get your own fucking date…

  Kirk is handsome in a guy-next-door kind of way, but once he talks for a short time his attraction level rises because he’s kind, considerate, and intelligent. Rare, I think, for a lawyer, but every exception has a rule. Ha ha, I mean, every rule has an exception. He’s an exceptional hunk for a member of the bar.

  “So,” I said.

  “So…” He smiled at me.

  “You’re settled into your new place?”

  “I was hoping to show you?”

  “You were, were you? Counselor?”

  “I was.”

  “I could be amenable to that transaction…”

  “You look exceptionally beautiful tonight, Jess,” he said as a preamble to something serious. You can always tell when a man is about to launch into a ‘talk’ and my defenses went up a bit. Not that I suspected anything too dramatic, but my life was getting fucking confusing. He continued, “I know you have this thing—and I’m not trying to change your mind or anything—I’m just letting you know that I’m going to date other women under protest. I’d love to be focused—on—a serious—you know—something between you and I.”

  “You and me?”

  “Yeah.” He smiled and took my hand. “I’m not uncomfortable dating several women—it just makes life a bit more tricky—that’s all.”

  “I get it,” I said. I looked at our waitress as she approached the table. “I’m seeing a plastic surgeon.”

  “No?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “He does excellent work.”

  “Thank-you,” our waitress said. “I’d love to show them to you…but I got in trouble last time.”

  “Well, thanks anyway,” I said.

  “Maybe she sees the same doctor,” Kirk joked.

  “Peter Gray,” she said lifting up her left boob and bouncing it slightly.

  “No shit,” I said.

  “You know him?” she asked.

  “In fact…”

  “He’s the best,” she said. “I like your work, too.”

  “I um…” I fumbled at what to say. “Thank you.” It seemed appropriate enough. She took our dinner order and walked off shaking her ass.

  “Is it always like this?” Kirk asked looking after the waitress and shaking his head.

  “What?”

  “California.”

  “Well, not all of it,” I said. “You’ll get used to it. If you want conservative, there’s plenty of that too. Depends on the neighborhood.”

  We chatted for another couple of hours, through dinner, and a light dessert. I put out a credit card when the check came, and we fought over splitting the bill. In the end, I won, and we split the tab. I figure he just spent a fortune moving…

  “Next time,” he said looking at in my eyes, “if I invite you out—I don’t mind paying.”

  “I know,” I said. “Look, let’s agree. If I asked you out, you’ll let me pay?”

  “Agreed,” he said. He smiled at me and said, “So, that means you’ll be planning a date for us—something California themed, I hope?”

  “Sure, I’ll take you to Disneyland and cure you of any desire to ever have children.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Hey, let’s go,” I said. “I’m going to pass on seeing your new digs tonight if that’s alright. I was figuring you need time to get settled and I wanted to introduce you to Olive and Haiku.”

  “That sounds serious,” he said.

  “It is. Only real gentlemen get introduced to my babies. Kirk, I know it’s weird…I feel like we are on a cheesy dating show—”

  “Bachelorette?”

  “Yeah, like that. I hate it, but I also feel like I owe it to myself to find the right guy. Maybe it’s a dumb idea.”

  “If you ever have second thoughts—”

  “All the time…” I took his hand. “I like you, but I also really like the surgeon…and the diver…it’s hard.”

  “Well, not yet,” he said. “But it could be…”

  “Come on,” I said taking his hand. “Give me your phone, and I’ll type in my address in case you get lost following me.”

  “I took an Uber here,” he said. “Seemed prud
ent.”

  “Perfect,” I said. "Come on, I’ll drive you to my home.”

  I INTRODUCED KIRK TO MIDORI, who surprised me by being up so late. She exchanged pleasantries and went to bed, taking Olive with her because she gets jealous sometimes when a new person is introduced.

  Plus I think she loves Midori more than me…

  My fault for traveling so much.

  Haiku looked at Kirk, turned up his nose, and went out the cat door to the back yard.

  “Cats,” I said.

  “You have a lovely home,” Kirk said while putting his arms around me. “Thank you for inviting me deeper into your life.” He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.

  I warmed.

  “Ah,” I said. “Do you need anything from the kitchen or bar?”

  “A water would be nice,” he said. “I can get it. Point the way?”

  I like a considerate man. “In the frig—grab two—and then take the door on the right down the hall. Not the left one, you’ll give Midori a heart attack…”

  I went to my hall pantry and grabbed a spare toothbrush for him—always be prepared—and then freshened up a bit myself while I thought about what to wear…

  You might believe that this is a dumb thing to reflect on as I’m about to get into some hot and sweaty sex, but you know, putting on something sexy—or fun—can make foreplay much more exciting.

  And sure, there are lots of Victoria’s Secret type nighties and lacy teddies and so forth, and I enjoy them, too. But, spice is the variety of life. Or life with lots of spices is the variety?

  Oh hell…

  I want to be spicy.

  I dug quickly through my closet.

  “YOU IN HERE?”Kirk asked as he walked into the room.

  “Under the covers,” I said. “Shut the door. Turn off the light. Get naked.”

  He closed the door—I heard the lock click—and then flipped the light switch. As the room went dark, I slipped off the bed to the floor, shielding my body from his vantage point. I was sure the room was too dark for him to see me, and sure enough, I heard him set his clothes on a chair—probably neatly—and climb onto the bed.

  “Hey, where’d you go?” he asked predictably. “Jess?”

  “Shut your eyes,” I commanded. “And don’t move.”

  “Yes, master,” he said laughing. “Your desire is my command.”

  I stood in the dark. I had nothing on except a long black cape—a Dracula costume accessory… Well, you know I love vampires, what else am I going to be for Halloween? I lit a candle and approached the bed with the flame flickering in front of me.

  “Jesus Christ!” Kirk shouted when he saw me approach him.

  “Quiet!” I smiled. Oh, I lied when I said I was wearing only a long black cape—I had Dracula fangs in my mouth as well.

  “Are you going to suck my blood?” he said.

  “I’m going to suck something,” I growled. “Now be a good victim and lie on your back. Don’t make me get out the whips and chains.”

  “I might not—”

  “I don’t have any, actually,” I said—dropping out of character momentarily—“next time maybe?”

  “I’m yours to use up, Jess,” he said.

  “Yes,” I said—back in character—“I shall enjoy ravishing your man parts.”

  He watched me as I swayed to the bed and climbed on to his body with the candle still in hand. I straddled his hips and felt his eager cock against my wet pussy. I wanted him inside—but not yet. I held the candle over his chest and questioned with my eyes whether he was into having hot wax dripped onto his naked skin.

  “Go on,” he said breathlessly and hoarse.

  “Safe word tonight is garlic,” I said.

  “My dark mistress,” he said.

  I tipped the candle.

  He gasped, twisted, and somehow managed to get his dick into my vag.

  “That was talented,” I said. “I like a man who has good sword abilities.”

  “I think it was a lucky shot,” he said quickly. “Oh, god, that feels good, Jess.”

  “The hot wax?”

  “No, vampire woman,” he answered. “Your, your—”

  “Tight, hot, sexy, shaven-just-for-you, hot box?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “I didn’t know vampires had hot pussies.”

  “You’ve been reading too much YA vampire romance,” I stated. “You need grown-up tastes.”

  “Just fuck me, then,” he commanded.

  “I’m in charge here, Victim,” I stated in a rough voice.

  “You want hot wax on your tits?” Kirk teased.

  “Fuck no,” I said. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”

  “I’m going to have blisters,” he observed.

  “Oh, shit,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean—”

  “Don’t say anything more,” he said, putting his hands on my breasts. “I asked for it. It was kind of hot.”

  “You want some on your dick?”

  “Shit! No, put that thing away before we need to call an ambulance.”

  I blew out the candle and stared at the long phallic shape for a moment. “You ever try pegging?” I asked waving the candle in his face.

  “Um, no…”

  “Maybe another time for the strap-on, then. But I could shove this warm candle up your butt.”

  “Jesus, Jess,” he said. “You put that thing near my ass, and I’m going to give you a spanking.”

  “Oh,” I said as I tossed the candle to the dresser. “I played bad girl the other night. I want to do the punishing tonight.”

  “I’m your victim,” he said obediently.

  I leaned into his chest and bit his neck with my fangs—no not too hard, I’m not a sadist, Jesus…

  “Oh—God—Jess-Oh—bite me,” he moaned.

  I rose and fell on his cock, lifting my hips enough to feel the length of his shaft slide through my slick walls. I clenched as hard as I could and pulled his cock up and then slammed myself down.

  “Oh,” he gasped.

  I moved up and down while biting his neck and shoulders with my fake teeth.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled me down up to his mouth. “Kiss me,” he whispered. “And slow down, or I’m going to come way-way-way too soon.”

  I rested my hips and let him gently rise up then down controlling the tempo of our fucking while I kissed him with my fangs in place. Our tongues moved in a slow rhythm in time with his hip thrusts. I got lost in the moment.

  A guttural growl—that shocked me—came out of my throat. I felt like a vampiress—or an animal—and I returned my mouth to his neck. I nipped and bit gently, careful not to actually draw any blood—my fangs weren’t some cheap plastic off-the-shelf variety—they were custom made for me. Yes, I’m weird…but I told you that upfront, and you still like me…

  Kirk grabbed my hair and pulled. I struggled against his grip and clenched my v-jay muscles tightly together. He groaned. I moaned. He grunted, and I growled into his ear. He fought against the ticklish feeling of my tongue—and I grabbed his hair and pulled back, although this is much harder on a guy with a neat, short haircut.

  I rolled over onto my back, leaving his cock sticking up, wet and alone, in the air.

  “I need a break,” I said. “My legs are dying.”

  He didn’t say a word, but got onto his knees—between my legs—and scooted me up to his dick. He slid inside me. I moaned with pleasure and felt sensation in new places. His hands assisted the upward, tilted angle of my hips on my ass, somehow we managed to find a beat together, and he rocked me up to my first climax.

  “Oh, hell, shit, ah, damn, fuck,” I took out my fake teeth and bit down on my lower lip. “Oh!” My climax peaked in rapid time, and I wanted another one. I’m greedy that way—you should be, too.

  “Give me your teeth,” he said.

  “They’re custom made for me,” I protested.

  “So?”

  I handed him the teeth. “They won’t
fit—”

  “I’m the master now,” he said. They must have fit well enough because he smiled wickedly and dropped to my lady parts as a vampire.

  “Careful…”

  “Garlic if you—”

  “Shut up and suck me,” I gasped. The feel of the fangs—he was gentle—gave me a tiny bit of anxiety mixed with erotic fantasies of being ravaged by the undead. “I’ve had this fantasy for—”

  “Grrrr!” he growled. “I’m the master now!”

  He went back to my clit, and I shut the fuck up.

  I could feel the sharp points, but they didn’t cause pain, not in the sense of hurting me, only in the sense of feeling like two little tiny spikes moving along the edge of my clit while he swirled his tongue around. As he moved his licking muscle to the pink valley below my clit, I took the pleasure button into my own hands. If you've never experienced the feeling of working your own magic while a vampire-toothed man sticks his tongue deep into your pussy—you haven’t lived.

  Trust me on this.

  “Oh, Oh, Oh!” I shouted and gasped as I came in waves of convulsions. I panted and moaned, and he only stopped licking and sucking when I forced his head away.

  “Garlic,” I said after exhaling a final short breath at the end of my climax. “I can’t take it anymore, holy fuck, that was fantastic.”

  “Water,” he said handing me a bottle—I’d forgotten he’d gone on a run to the frig before we got naked. I took long drinks and caught my breath. “I’m ready to put those things in and suck the fuck out of you.”

  “Not a chance those fangs are getting near this,” he said wiggling his thing.

  “Bring it here,” I said leaning in.

  “No,” he said. “I want to be in you again. If you don’t mind?”

  “A third orgasm? I don’t know if I can handle it.”

  “But you’re willing to try?”

  “You’re ready to forego head to fuck my pussy—well, how can a girl turn that down?”

  He slid up onto me missionary style and slowly fucked me.

  I liked it, actually. It was slow, tender, and sweet. His movements were slow and controlled until the end.

  As he approached his climax, his hips moved faster, like a running back about to hit the goal line. He kissed me deeply near the end, forcefully shoving his tongue so deep down my throat I thought I was taking his dick for a moment. He grabbed my hair and pulled, firmly, but not painfully, and I arched my back and screamed out the moment his kiss ended as he lifted his head, arched his back in a mirror of mine, and exploded.