“Where do you live?” Duncan asked, swinging their joined hands.
They’d been walking the streets together for the past three hours, looking for Theresa. Nothing was settled between them, but they had agreed to search together. So far, no one they’d spoken to had seen the blond girl, and the streets were getting more and more deserted.
Jessie covered her mouth with her loose hand and stifled a yawn. “Right up there actually,” she said pointing to her window in the ancient apartment building across the street from where they stood.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you to your door,” Duncan said, tugging on her hand and looking both ways before crossing. He took the key from her hand and unlocked the vestibule door for her, dangling the key in front of her eyes before dropping them into her outstretched palm. “Do I get a good night kiss for being such a polite escort?”
Jessie smiled up at him. “No, I don’t think you do actually. Good manners shouldn’t require payment, should they? They’re expected from a gentlemen.”
Duncan smiled back. “Did you get that from one of your Victorian erotica books?” He asked, tweaking her nose.
She looked faintly embarrassed. “No, there aren’t any gentlemen in those books. Trust me.”
“You’re the expert. Which is why you still owe me a lesson. I’ll just say good night then. Good night, Jessie. Sleep well.” He ran a finger over her lips and began to move away, walking backward so he could watch her get into the elevator.
“Detective?” She called; her smile mischievous, she leaned against the doorjamb of the vestibule in what she thought was a coquettish manner.
He stopped in his tracks. “Yes, Miss Martin, what can I do for you?” he said, in the formal tone he’d used that morning.
“Don’t you think I deserve a kiss for helping you with your search tonight?”
Duncan sprinted back to her and said, casually. “You’re right. How rude of me. Thank you for helping me tonight, Jessie.” He placed his elbow against the doorjamb, leaned down and pressed his lips to hers for a fraction of a second. He watched with a grin as annoyance began to spread across her face.
“That didn’t seem very grateful,” she said, opening her eyes and glaring up at him.
“Payback for earlier,” he said, and tipped her chin up toward him again. He caressed her throat with his fingertips and touched his lips to hers, sweetly sucking her full bottom lip between his. He didn’t touch her anywhere but her throat and lips, just focused on pleasuring her with his mouth.
Jessie sighed against his lips and opened her mouth, wanting to entice him to possess her more fully. When he didn’t plunge his tongue into her mouth as she’d expected, she flickered her own tongue out to lick his lips. He ignored her and continued kissing her chastely, with just a hint of pressure against her mouth.
Jessie pulled back and said, “I’m beginning to think you’re really ungrateful.”
“Okay, okay,” Duncan said with a grin, “let me try again.” This time he took complete possession of her mouth, plunging his tongue deeply between her lips in a passionate imitation of the sex act and holding her head still with one hand on the back of her neck. He bent her back and supported her with one powerful arm as he plundered her mouth like a 1950’s matinee idol, and Jessie gripped his shirt to maintain her balance.
“Wow,” she said, when he finally let her up. “You really were grateful. I’m sorry I doubted you.”
Duncan was breathing heavily and he seemed a bit unsteady on his feet as he said, “You have no idea how ‘grateful’ I am.” He took her hand and placed it gently against his aching crotch. The gesture was crude, and primitive. It would have disgusted Jessie if anyone else had done it, but feeling him so hard for her under hand, thrilled her, and she moved her hand slightly, cupping him through his jeans. Duncan groaned and flexed against her palm, holding it tightly against him.
“I am so grateful,” he said, unzipping the leather coat she was wearing, he slipped his other hand inside and rubbed one breast. “I could take you right here, right now. With your neighbors about to come around the corner and that wino watching us. All I want to do is show you exactly how grateful I am. I’ve been grateful since the moment I met you.”
Jessie rubbed her hand against him, testing his size and hardness with her palm. He felt big, too big. She watched his face as she touched him. His eyes were closed, and he looked strained, like the movement pained him. “Sounds like you’re really grateful. Do you want to come upstairs and we can talk about it over a cup of coffee?” Jessie asked, surprised at how cool her voice sounded. She moved toward him and reached up on tiptoes so she could kiss the side of his neck. When he’d kissed her there that morning it had sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to do the same to him.
Duncan’s eyes blazed open, and he said seriously, “Jess, if I come upstairs with you, we won’t be discussing anything. I’ll be making love to you within about three seconds flat.”
“I’d like that,” Jessie whispered, moving her lips to his ear, she tugged his earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it. Her vow to be true to her values mattered very little to her at that moment. All she could think about was finally having him inside her.
They rushed up the stairs to Jessie’s second floor apartment, too much in a hurry to wait for the ancient elevator. She attempted to unlock her door with unsteady hands as Duncan stood behind her, pulling off the jacket he’d lent her. When he finally got it off he began kissing the nape of her neck, and pressing his hardness against her lush behind. “Hurry,” he whispered as he cupped her breasts with both hands. Jessie groaned and nearly dropped the keys when he pinched and tugged at her erect nipples through her blouse.
He took the keys gently from her and unlocked the door with one hand while tormenting her breast with the other. In seconds they were in the apartment with Jessie’s back against the closed door. Duncan kissed her ferociously and lifted her off the floor. “Put your legs around my hips,” he gasped against her lips, and groaned when she complied. He could feel how wet she was, even through their layers of clothing. It drove him wild and he grinded against her, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on her throat.
She locked her ankles together and tried to bring him as close to her as possible. Her body was unbearably hot now and she felt like she was wearing way too many clothes. She reached between them and pulled off her blouse and camisole in one hurried sweep. His shirt followed and they were suddenly pressed together, both of them naked from the waist up.
“God, you feel so good,” Duncan rasped against her throat, rubbing his erection against her in an accelerating rhythm that Jessie was furiously trying to meet. “I can’t wait much longer,” he said, “It’s been too long.”
“The bedroom is there,” she said pointing behind him. She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him wildly, running her hands over his back, and squeezing her thighs around his hips. He carried her in, and set her down on the bed. She lay back and watched him as he stood over her. He was so beautiful in his desire, so intense and passionate. She could tell by his jerky movements and blazing eyes that he barely had himself under control and it excited her to know she could make him like this.
“Jessie, are you sure?” He asked, as he unbuckled his belt. “We don’t have to do this yet, if you don’t want. I’ll understand if you want to wait.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she said, sitting up, she shifted until he stood between her spread thighs. Her desire was making her bold. She looked up at his face and touched him through his jeans. “It feels like we’ve waited forever already, doesn’t it?” She had no clue what she was doing, but she rubbed him there, and he seemed to like it.
“Yeah, it does,” Duncan said and undid his jeans.
Jessie watched him as he skimmed them and his underwear down his legs and kicked them off. Then he tugged off his socks. He finally stood naked before Jessie and she couldn’t keep her hands or eyes off of him. She examined his thick powerful thighs with her han
ds as she looked at that part of him she’d been caressing through his jeans. His penis was much bigger than she thought it would be. It wasn’t anything like the ones in the photos from her Victorian erotica books. The men in those books had possessed long, thin white members that looked slightly silly. Nothing to get excited about at all. Duncan’s penis, however, was both long and thick, and boldly stood out from his body.
She glided her hands up his thighs, pausing momentarily to touch the thick sacs at the base of his shaft. They felt very soft and kind of fuzzy against her palm. She squeezed them gently and Duncan groaned her name.
Jessie ran the fingers of one hand up his erection until she was cupping the head. “Do you want me to kiss it?” She asked, sliding her hand back down to grip his penis at the base, so she could bring it to her lips. She’d heard that men really liked that and she was anxious to try it out.
Duncan made a choking sound in the back of his throat. “Maybe another time. I don’t think I could take it right now if you did that.” Jessie didn’t really know what he meant by that. It was supposed to feel good, wasn’t it? He made it sound like she was going to torture him.
“Can I keep touching it though?” She asked, sliding her hand back up to the tip again. It felt very interesting, hard and soft at the same time. Instead of answering, Duncan wrapped his own hand around hers and made a fist, which he pumped his penis into.
“Like that,” he said, showing her how to slide her hand up and down the length of him in the rhythm he liked. “Oh God, Jessie. That’s so good.” He pulled his hand away and pistoned his hips faster, trying not to wonder why she seemed so ignorant of his body’s mechanics. For a brief flash, he wondered if he should be doing this at all, but it felt so good to feel her soft hands on him he ignored the thought and just let his prick do the thinking for him.
Jessie was using both hands on him now: one after the other sliding along his length. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he thought. She certainly seemed to know how to drive him to the edge. He thought he might explode in her hands if he let her continue, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Instead he thought about baseball scores, and rebuilding a car engine and tried to prolong the exquisite feeling of Jessie’s hands on him.
Finally, he couldn’t take anymore. The friction was practically painful. He wanted to feel her moist heat against him instead. She was staring down at his penis intently, so Duncan gently placed his hand on her shoulders and said, “What about you? I want to touch you too.”
Jessie looked up at him and leaned back on her elbows. “Okay,” she said. Was it just his imagination or did she sound a bit nervous? Duncan leaned down and gripped the elastic waistband of her skirt with both hands. Slowly, he dragged it down her legs, revealing the triangle of peach silk between her thighs. The light from the hallway light illuminated the room enough that he could see the shadow of her dark auburn pubic hair through the light-colored fabric. He wanted to feast on her. Place her long, smooth legs around his head and explore her with his tongue, but he was too excited for that now. He wanted to take his time with her, but he just couldn’t wait anymore.
Duncan stood between her spread legs and leaned down so he could run his hands up and down the inside of her smooth thighs. He sat down on the bed beside her and watched her face as he touched her through the silk panties. Her hips shifted restlessly against the bedspread as he rubbed circles around her wet, silk-clad mound. He slid his fingers up and down her outer lips, finally pressing two fingers into the valley where her moisture pooled, just for a second.
Jessie’s thighs came together tightly as she tried to hold his hand to her. Duncan cupped her and pressed the heel of his hand against her pelvic mound with his fingers caressing her below. Jessie began to keen softly as he moved the soaked crotch of the panties aside and thrust one finger into her tight opening. He worked it in and out of her, listening to her gasp and moan as he touched her deeply inside, adding another finger to stretch her.
Her body gripped his fingers tightly as he began running his thumb over her pleasure bud and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as he imagined how good it would feel to be inside her, and feel her so wet and tight around his cock.
“Duncan,” Jessie gasped. “I want you. Come here. Please.” She held her arms out to him and he paused long enough to yank off her panties.
He leaned down to fill his mouth with one of her beautiful breasts, and rested his aching penis against her soft thigh, flexing and rubbing gently to relieve some of the tension in his body. He kissed his way up her body until he was kissing her full, soft lips and nudged her thighs apart with his knees. Finally, he could feel her soft heat against him. With what felt like superhuman effort, he resisted the urge to just plunge mindlessly inside her sweet body. He needed to be patient if he was going to make it good for her.
Duncan raised himself up on his arms and looked between their bodies as he slid the head of his penis against her. She spread her legs wider, gasping as he rubbed against her. He ground against her slippery naked flesh and sparks began igniting behind his eyes. He couldn’t stop moving against her. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and tried to gain enough leverage to increase the friction between them.
“Do it Duncan,” she said, “I want to feel you inside me.” She reached down and grasped his tight buttocks with her hands, trying to force him inside her.
“I can’t.” He said, gritting his teeth against his need to thrust inside her. “I need a condom. Where do you keep them?”
Jessie unclenched her thighs from around his hips, let go of his buttocks, and spread her arms over her head. “I don’t have any,” she said, sounding bitterly disappointed.
“Why not?” He asked stupidly. He thought all single young women kept condoms on hand. Especially ones that would have sex with someone they’d just met.
“Why would I have any?” Jessie asked, angrily. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Ever?” He asked, looking down at her luscious body in disbelief.
“Ever,” she said, untangling herself from him, she pulled a blanket from the end of the bed to cover herself, and walked as gracefully as possible to the bathroom, leaving Duncan and his impressive erection alone in her pretty blue and white bedroom.
Chapter 9
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who’s the lamest one of all?” Jessie mumbled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She could hear Duncan moving around in the next room. Probably trying to sneak out, she thought as she turned on the water and splashed several handfuls on her hot cheeks. What is wrong with me? He’s going to think I’m insane. I threw myself at him, lead him on unmercifully, and then told him my big secret. I am the queen of all teases.
Maybe I should just tell him to leave, she thought. Forget about this entire experiment, and never see him again. That would be the smart thing to do. Avoid this humiliation and go about the rest of my life without getting involved.
But when she thought about never seeing him again, she felt her chest constrict and a panicky feeling came over her. No, that’s not what I want. I’m going to have to go out there. She pulled the pins out of her hair and fluffed it around her face, hoping to camouflage her mortified expression when she was faced him.
“Jessie? Are you angry at me?” Duncan said, knocking gently on the bathroom door. He’d pulled on his jeans and underwear, but wasn’t sure what to do next. Did she want him to leave? Is that why she’d made such a hasty retreat to the bathroom?
Jessie didn’t answer, so Duncan called again. “Jessie. Do you want me to go or do you want to talk about this?”
The door opened and Jessie stood there in a blue fuzzy bathrobe. Her hair was down and her cheeks were red from his late night beard. She looked young, confused, and utterly beautiful. Duncan reached out and cupped her cheek, and she closed her eyes at his touch.
“I’m so sorry, Jessie,” Duncan said. “I had no idea.”
“I know. I’m not mad. I’m just e
mbarrassed. What must you be thinking about me right now.”
“Why are you embarrassed? I’m flattered. Honored even. A girl like you must have men hitting on you all the time.” Jessie snorted at that. “And yet you chose me. Do you have any idea how special that makes me feel?” He moved his hand to the back of her neck and rubbed there, trying to ease some of the tension from her body.
“I’m embarrassed because I didn’t plan this very well. It all just happened so quickly. I never even considered birth control. I just thought you would take care of it because you probably do this a lot.”
“You think I devirginate women a lot?” He asked with a puzzled grin.
“No, I just thought you probably have a lot of sex with strange women.” Duncan’s hand fell away from the back of her neck.
“What?! Why the hell would you think that?” Duncan asked, raising his voice, and looking at her like she had just suggested that he had sex with barnyard animals.
“Because you’re so gorgeous and everything. How could you not have women throwing themselves at you all the time? I thought maybe you wouldn’t notice one more.”
“So what you’re telling me is that I was just a convenient cock you could use and forget about? I was supposed to perform stud service for you and then strut off into the sunset while you looked for someone else to have an actual relationship with? I can’t believe this.” Duncan sat down on the bed and ran both hands through his hair.
Jessie sat down beside him and placed a hand on his forearm. This was going all wrong. She didn’t understand why he was so angry. Didn’t men want no-strings sex? Isn’t that what she’d offered him? “You don’t understand,” she said, quietly. “You were so gentle with me, at least before Clay called. I really thought you would be the perfect person to make love with the first time. Every girl dreams of their first time being special, and I knew it would be that way with you. I just didn’t think you’d want me after, so I didn’t plan on anything more.”
“Why wouldn’t I want you after?” He looked at her in surprise.
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