Stroke of Midnight

by January Harper

  "See?" I asked him, pushing myself against him. The cup of his palm rubbed against my clit, and the wetness from my pussy made it obvious how turned on I was. "Does that prove I want to be here?"

  Jake swallowed. Hard. "Yeah." He tilted his head, resting it on the back of the settee.

  "Tell me how it feels."

  "Fuck."

  "Does that feel good?"

  "Warm. And tight."

  "You believe I want to be here? It's not just down to Dylan?"

  Jake's eyes shot open and he stiffened. Not in a good way.

  Shit. I grabbed his wrist so he couldn't pull his fingers out of me. Not when I was this close to coming.

  "He's..."

  "Jake. Don't stop now."

  "We shouldn't be doing this, should we?"

  "Don't move. Don't move, not when I'm this close. Wait. Just wait." I grabbed his shoulder with my right hand and leaned to one side, pulled my handbag over. "Keep your fingers inside me." I rolled my hips again, to try to keep that feeling of yes, yes, nearly, and maintained eye contact. Jake held onto my hip with his free hand and didn't pull out, although his hand stilled.

  "What now?"

  I pulled my phone out of my bag and his fingers, still deep inside me, twitched. "Trust me. He drove me over here, and you've got your fingers inside me. I'm soaking wet and minutes away from coming all over your hand, and you worry about whether or not we should be doing this?" I smiled. "Give me a moment. I'll make it right. Just give me a second. Dylan? I'm going to put you on speaker."

  "No-" Jake began, but again I stilled him with a hand on his shoulder.

  "It's okay," I said. "Dylan, will you please tell your friend here that what we're doing is okay?"

  Tinny laughter came down the line and through the speaker of my phone. "Sure. Don't let me spoil your fun. Why, what's the problem?"

  "Jake's got a sudden attack of conscience. He's knuckles deep in me right now, I need to come, so will you please just tell him-"

  At that moment, Jake squirmed beneath me, and the movement pushed the palm of his hand against my clit.

  "Please. Enjoy each other. I feel mean keeping Alexa to myself, Jake, so...have fun. Honestly. Do I mind? Hell no. Now, don't let me keep you. I know how angry she gets when she's frustrated. 'Bye now."

  He rang off without any further words, and I tossed my phone aside. "See? He doesn't mind." I leaned in, spoke against his mouth without kissing him properly. Yet. "Now will you please just let me come?"

  "Already?" he asked in a shaking voice. "I've barely touched you."

  "I was thinking about you all the way over here." My breath became shallower, the more I ground myself against his fingers and when he moved the pad of his thumb across my swollen clit, I whimpered. "Oh fuck, Jake, how long has it been since you touched a woman like that?"

  "Too long," he growled, and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulled me closer still.

  I couldn't catch my breath as his fingertips pushed against my G-spot brutally, dragging an orgasm out of me, my soaking wet pussy tightening around him, dripping down his fingers.

  I had to break the kiss to take a breath, ended up wailing helplessly as Jake pushed his fingers in deeper, hissing as the pulsing inside me gripped his knuckles.

  "Fuck. Fuck," was all I was capable of saying for a few seconds. I couldn't stop rubbing myself against him and despite our awkward position, and the fact his hand was in the way, I could still feel the hardness of his cock between us. The bulge in the front of his jeans was mouthwatering. "I needed that."

  He pressed my clit under his thumb, and as I shuddered, he said, "God, you're wet. I never imagined..."

  "So." I cocked my head, gasping with disappointment when he pulled his fingers out of me, although the way he swept them over my clit kept me on edge. "You've thought about this?"

  He took a deep breath. "Sure. I think that much is obvious."

  "What else did you think about?" I dipped my gaze to that swelling in his crotch and pulled at his belt. "Hmm?"

  "I'm sure you can imagine."

  "No point imagining it when you can do it, eh?"

  "Are you sure about this?" Jake asked. "I mean, really sure?" He reached up to finger-comb my hair again.

  "You've just made me come and you're asking if I'm okay with this? Jake, how much more obvious can I make it that I think you're fucking gorgeous and I'm here because I want to be-"

  "Because yeah, I want to fuck you, but once it happens, it's never going to be the same again. Even if it's only one night-"

  "We've got 'til midnight."

  "Huh?"

  "Dylan's given us two rules - always use condoms."

  "Of course. Oh, shit-"

  "Don't worry; I've brought some. In my handbag. Be prepared, right?"

  Jake exhaled, a build-up of visible tension released from his taut muscles. "Thank God. It never occurred to me to buy some with my last online shop. Not really top of my list of things I regularly use, you know? So, what's the other rule?"

  "You've got me 'til midnight."

  "He's put a time limit on this?"

  "Well sure." I shrugged. "It's a way of showing respect to him for giving us, this, the okay."

  "Suppose. So anyway, yeah. It's pretty obvious how I feel about this." He nodded down towards his crotch and shifted in his seat. I reckoned his jeans must be feeling uncomfortably tight by now. "But after we fuck, I'm not just gonna be Jake, Dylan's mate any more, am I? I'll be Jake, the guy who fucked his mate's girlfriend."

  "No-one else will know, if that's what you're worried about. And if you're thinking about your friendship with Dylan? Nope. This isn't gonna come between you." Although, the thought of me coming between you? Now there's a thought to keep me awake at night.

  "I don't want things to be awkward."

  "Hey, you'll have something in common," I pointed out. "Me." And I slithered back off him, knelt on the floor.

  "Jesus. Are you gonna...?"

  "Course." I smirked up at him. "Unless you have any objections?"

  "Hell no." Jake's hands trembled as he pulled down his zip and I couldn't help but lick my lips.

  "Need a hand?" I asked, took his hands and moved them to each side of his hips. He immediately gripped the cushions and shifted slightly, from side to side.

  I eased his zip the rest of the way down, the back of my hand brushing against his cock as I did so, and a low groan came from the back of his throat. Tugging his briefs out of the way, I freed his cock and wrapped my hand around it, squeezing gently as I stroked him.

  "I'm not gonna last long," Jake managed to gasp.

  His cock was thick and warm, and I took time to pay attention to every ridge and contour, squeezing on the downstroke. I knew he'd be big, but this was a very pleasant surprise. "Am I doing this right?"

  "Oh God, yes." Jake pushed himself up through my circling hand. "I told you, I ain't gonna last long. I've been wanting this for ages."

  "Me? Or anyone?"

  "You of course," he replied, eyes widening as I twisted my wrist with each stroke. "What did you think I meant?"

  "You might just want someone to help you get off," I said with a smirk.

  "No. I want you."

  "Good." I leaned forward, licked his cock from base to tip, listening out for the helpless moan I knew he'd give. "You've made yourself come while thinking of me?"

  "Jesus..." Jake screwed his eyes shut and let his head fall back, as he had done earlier.

  "Jake. Have you?"

  "Yes. Now just fucking make me come, will you?"

  His cock seemed to pulsate in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around the tip and swallowed back as much as I could. I used my tongue to keep him as moist as possible, to lubricate every inch he thrust into my mouth.

  I knew he'd been right; he wouldn't last long. His hips jerked forward every time I teased him with the tip of
my tongue, and soon I tasted the salty drops of pre-cum leaking out of his slit. There was very little I loved to do more than give a guy head, especially when he was as appreciative as Jake.

  "Oh God, that's so good, that's so good, Jesus, Alexa, I'm gonna..." He choked back the words, as if trying to stop himself losing control quite so soon.

  I groped around for one of his hands, guided it to the back of my head and immediately his fingers tightened in my hair, pushed my head down even harder. I wanted him to come down my throat, didn't care if I choked on his cock.

  I bobbed my head as fast as I could with a jaw that was beginning to ache with the size of him, in time with his desperate thrusts and let out an appreciative moan when the first jet of semen hit my tongue. Swallowing as fast as I could, I sucked even harder as Jake's so good, so good, became an incoherent moan of abandonment. He shot more and more down the back of my throat and I could barely swallow it all. But I did, and when he slowed his thrusts and seemed to be getting his breath back, I pulled away, licking my lips.

  "Sorry," was the first thing he said, wiping a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes.

  "What for? I enjoyed that."

  "Came so quickly. I usually last longer. First time in ages I've had a...er, you know."

  "It's called a blowjob, Jake. You're allowed to say it."

  "Okay. First time in ages I've had a blowjob. I came so quickly because I was so turned on."

  I hauled myself to my feet. "Well?" And I held out a hand.

  Jake frowned up at me, and I noticed his eyes had welled up.

  Boy, you must have come hard. And don't I know it; I can still taste you. "We have 'til midnight, remember? And you have a new bed that needs to be properly broken in."

  Chapter Five

  "Nice place you got here," I said with a smirk as if this were the first time I'd been in Jake Solomon's bedroom. Of course, the last time, it had only been a brief peek round the door to check out his new furniture. Sheer nosiness. And Dylan and I had been occupied with other things, moving Jake's old furniture for him, thinking about our later visit to the cinema, me winding him up sexually...

  But it had worked. My devious plan had worked.

  Actually it was more like chancing it, and lucking out, I said to myself, kicking off my shoes and dropping my handbag and jacket on the floor by the bed. Condoms in my handbag - come prepared, prepare to come - and I'd dragged my jacket through here as well to keep all my stuff together. It wasn't like we could afford to drift from room to room as we pleased all night. Time was limited. Chances were, the remainder of my visit would be strictly confined to this room.

  Not that I had a problem with that.

  Jake's hands were never off me. A cautious hand at my waist, running the back of his hand down my arm. As I turned to face him, he stepped closer, clearly less nervous about being in my presence than he had been when I arrived.

  Coming in someone's mouth will do that to a man.

  "Are you going to take this off?" I asked, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. He looked casual enough, in that and faded jeans, his feet bare, but there was something in the way its fabric skimmed his muscles. Jake may have been reluctant to step outside his house and go to the gym, but he was able to work out at home. He had a weights bench in his spare room-cum-office, besides which, sit-ups were free. One could do those anywhere.

  Me? I preferred other forms of exercise.

  As I slid my hands under the fabric, Jake stiffened. "Something wrong?" I asked, not moving, just standing there, looking up at him. He was a good few inches taller than me, but not so much that I had to crane my neck. I came up to his shoulders, and what shoulders they were. "Oh. Is it...?" I bit my lip, wondering how to phrase it without causing embarrassment for either of us. "Do you have...marks? Scars?" I added in a whisper.

  "Yes and no," he eventually replied with a sigh. "The paramedics had to pick bits of glass out of me, but I was wearing a shirt and jacket at the time, so it didn't go too deep. Just here." He ran a finger down the side of his neck and I peered closely, saw nothing except a faint roughness to the skin, a puckering here and there. Barely noticeable, unless one was looking for it. "And a bit on my chest." He shrugged. "It's not so much the marks on my skin. I mean, I could always get tattoos to cover them one day...if I ever have the balls to leave the house that is. No, it's...God, you'll laugh."

  "I won't," I assured him. "Promise."

  Another heavy sigh and he glanced down, not wanting to look me in the eyes. So I rested my head on his shoulder, gave in to the urge to kiss the side of his neck.

  He gave a gratifying shiver. "It's been a while, you know? I know, I know - I've said that before, a hundred times. But..." He drew me in closer and I could have licked my lips at the feeling of his hardness pressed against me.

  He's only in his late twenties, a couple of years older than me. Desperate to get laid. This is good. Only minutes to wait before he was ready to go again.

  "I'm not used to undressing in front of someone."

  "Well." I took a deep breath. "I can't do anything to make it dark." Though early evening, it was still light outside; the sun wouldn't set for a hour or two yet, and even then the dusk would be long and drawn out, making it nine or half past before it was fully dark. "So maybe I should go first."

  I stood back, unbuttoned my blouse, only slightly disappointed at the fact it was me undressing myself. I'd hoped Jake would do it for me; I just wanted his hands on me. But the way he looked at me as I dropped the blouse on the floor and reached for the zip at the back of my skirt more than made up for that disappointment. I gave my hips an extra wiggle as I stepped out of the skirt and stepped closer to him again, giving his crotch a gentle squeeze.

  Jake gasped. "I can't wait to get inside you."

  "Good." I couldn't help but smirk. "That's kind of what I was hoping for." I'd gone for the black lacy matching set, reasoning that white looked too innocent. I had red as well, but Dylan had said that made me look too vampish. Actually the way he'd said it, while inside me at the time, had been "You want to look available, not like a slut."

  "Your turn," I told Jake, pushing the fabric of his t-shirt up his chest, and he took over, hauling the shirt over his head in one smooth movement like he wasn't nervous at all, and cast it aside without even a glance. His attention was all focused on me.

  "There." I ran my palms over his abs and up, before rubbing the pads of my thumbs over his nipples. "Nothing to worry about at all. Now." I looked up through fluttering eyelashes, deliberately, and quite obviously falsely, coy. "How do you want me?"

  Jake gulped. "I want these off," he said, his hands on my hips, pulling at the barely-there lace just about covering my modesty. He pushed me back towards the bed and knelt before me, pulling my panties off and tossing them aside to join the rest of our discarded clothes. I unclipped my bra so I could bea completely naked before him, and Jake said, "Back. Lie down." He half-pushed me and I half-fell, giggling with the surprise of his sudden movement, the desperation in him as he fell between my legs, hot breath on my thighs. "Open your legs for me," he growled.

  He could have pushed my legs apart himself, but he wanted me to do it, to offer myself to him, and I did. Jake dove between my legs, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me in as he licked me from my dripping hole up to my swollen clit.

  "I thought..." I had to push myself up on to my forearms to get a look at him as he tongued my pussy like this was what he'd been waiting for all his life. "I thought you wanted to get inside me?"

  "I do," he said, gasping as he looked up, his lips glistening with my wetness. "But I want to taste your pussy first. I wondered what you'd taste like." And he dove back down to my slick folds, using the very tip of his tongue to spread my juices, flicking it against my clit until I lay back, gasping.

  "Christ, you're wet," he murmured, sliding his fingers into me easily and curving his fingers against my swollen G-spot. "I've never met a
woman who gets as wet as you."

  "That's because I need you to fuck me." I bucked against his fingers, and my inner walls tightened with the beginnings of another orgasm. I reached down to rub my clit, needing, desperate to come, but Jake nudged me out of the way and wrapped his lips around the extra-sensitive bud. I tangled my fingers in his hair and rubbed my pussy against him, coating his face as I came with a wail, letting the climax shudder through me. "Don't stop, don't stop," I gasped, my spine arching off the bed, and he didn't lift his mouth away from me, continuing to lick my folds even after he slid his soaking wet fingers out of me.

  Eventually my breathing slowed, and Jake lifted his head, licked his fingers clean. "God, I enjoyed that. I wondered what you'd taste like. I've missed eating pussy."

  "Not so shy now, are you, Cowboy?" I asked with a smirk, stretching like a cat. Satisfied, yes, but I always wanted more. "You need to fuck me."

  "You're not wrong." Jake undid his belt and fly, and his cock sprang out, already fully hard and standing to attention. He stroked it slowly, and stared down at me, his lips parting slightly. I could have lain there all night and watched him play with himself if only we had the time but I needed to feel him inside me, filling me up.

  Jake squeezed tighter and whimpered. "Condom?"

  "In my handbag. The pocket with the zip."

  Jake's hands shook as he rolled on the condom. "This is gonna be really quick again. I can't wait."

  "As long as you eat my pussy again like you just did, I don't much care. How do you want me?"

  As Jake was pushing his jeans further down his legs, he stopped, looked at me. "Have you got any idea how hot that sounds?"

  "I'm serious, Jake." Still lying back on top of the bed, I pinched one of my nipples, arched my back, and rubbed my clit with the other hand. "I'm here so you can have me any way you want."

  "Jesus Christ." He hissed in a breath, nearly stumbled as he pushed his jeans and briefs off. "Carry on talking like that and I'll come as soon as I'm inside you."

  "So how do you want me?" I took the time to look him up and own before he joined me on the bed, drinking in the sight of his taut abs, the well-defined but not over-developed musculature of his shoulders. The way he gripped the base of his huge, fat cock as it curved back towards those abs of his.