by Ann Jacobs
His cock rose rampant against his flat abs, and his eyes seemed glued to her hair. “Baby, you’d be right. I’m ready to come, just thinking about taking your gorgeous hair, rubbing my hands and cock all over your beautiful bald head. Maybe in a club scene, with you on your knees sucking me off.” He bent, tongued the spot above her ear until she moaned from the sensual torture. “Meanwhile, I want…”
“What do you want, Jimmy?”
He laid her across the bed and covered her with his big, hard body. “I want to taste you first, see if you’re as soft and smooth as you look. Then I want you to go down on me while I play with your hair…touch your gorgeous face. I want to suck your pretty breasts, tongue your hard little nipples. Then I want to fuck you until you scream with pleasure.
“Ever since I saw that ad, I’ve been obsessing over you. But you’re so much better in the flesh.” Planting his knees on either side of her hips, he bent and claimed her mouth again. He slid his tongue inside while using his hands to hold her steady. His tongue felt like hot velvet, and she loved the way he cupped her breasts with both of his large, calloused hands, using surprisingly agile fingers to play with her nipple rings. His breath seared her as he moved, fucking her mouth, taking gentle nips with his teeth, sensuous licks. Deep plunges that made her pussy ache for him to fill it.
His rock-hard cock probed between her legs, almost as if it were seeking her heat. “Oh God, baby, you’re so damn wet for me,” he whispered, his voice deep, mesmerizing, spoken against the taut flesh of one distended nipple.
“Do you mind?”
“Mind? Hell, no. I love it. You’re like a banquet, and I’m having trouble deciding what I want to feast on next.” His hot breath sent shivers down her spine as he found her pussy and dipped into it with one long finger while cupping his big hand over her clit. So hot. So sensual. It had been years—no, she couldn’t remember ever feeling quite this way before.
She ground her hips into his crotch, dug into his muscular shoulders with her nails. “Please fuck me.”
“Yeah, baby. God yeah.” He ripped open the condom, put it on and buried his massive cock all the way to her core. She’d never felt so full, so owned. “Squeeze me.”
She clamped down on him with her inner muscles. He filled her completely, his rigid flesh stretching her almost painfully as he dipped his head and began to lick and suck her throat, her neck, her earlobes. Then he began to fuck her, first slowly then faster, harder.
With every thrust he touched her womb. Pressure built inside her from deep in her belly, radiating in maddening slowness through every nerve in her body. “Oh yes. You feel so good.”
He reached down, bit her nipples, grabbed the rings with his teeth and tugged. Her muscles clenched around his huge, hot cock. She moaned, tottering on the edge, trying to hold back…
“Okay, baby. Come for me. Now.”
One fierce thrust then two, and on the third she shattered, trembling against his relentless onslaught. He pulled out as she still was shuddering with her climax. He sat up on the edge of the bed and pushed her down onto the carpet until she was kneeling between his rock-hard thighs. “Get rid of the condom. I want to feel your pretty mouth on my bare flesh.”
“Oh, yes.” Her hands still trembling from the force of her climax, she peeled away the condom and discarded it, her hungry gaze on a glistening drop of lubrication in his slit.
With sure hands he guided her mouth to the purplish, thick head of his cleanly circumcised cock, and dug his fingers into her hair to guide her to his will. “Relax, baby. Swallow me. You can do it.” He rubbed her throat with his thumbs, encouraging her, exerting enough pressure on her head to make her take him all the way down her throat. Not that she’d have resisted. She loved the texture, the taste—but most of all she loved the feeling of submission that came over her as she knelt at his feet and serviced him this way.
Her pussy still throbbed, the slick juices wetting her thighs as she sucked him down her throat, swallowing against his turgid length. She held his heavy scrotum in both hands, loving the way the twin orbs shifted against her fingers as he rhythmically stroked her head.
Mentally she pictured how she must look now, a picture of pure submission kneeling between his hard-muscled thighs, sucking his cock. Forced, for he held her head securely in his large, powerful hands, yet not forced at all because she wanted nothing more than to submit, to be all he wanted, all he needed.
“Oh yeah, baby.” He moaned then stiffened as he bathed her throat with the first burst of hot, salty ejaculate. “That’s it, swallow it. Now let go, I want to come all over your hair, too.” He stroked around her hairline with his cock head as hot bursts kept coming, dripping over her face, her neck. “You’re so damn beautiful, and baby, you’re mine.”
* * * * *
She had a feeling that if she spent a lot of time with Jimmy, she’d frequently be without her hair. But it didn’t matter. There would be compensations—like his huge, sheathed cock now throbbing inside her pussy as they sat on the shower seat and he gently sucked her nipples. Like the feel of his magical hands on her scalp, the way they were now as he worked shampoo and conditioner into her hair. What he was doing shot sparks of sexual sensation deep inside her core.
For a man as young as he was, he knew how to take a woman over, make her want to please him. A Dom without a doubt, yet one with a sweetness about him that she found endearing and terribly arousing.
One day soon she’d kneel before him and he’d shave her for his pleasure. And her own. Never mind that she’d have to do it anyway for the photo shoot. She trembled with greedy anticipation, acknowledged the fetish they shared. When her marriage died, she had thought she was walking away from the BDSM scene forever, but now…
Now she found herself eagerly anticipating rejoining it, this time as Jimmy’s obedient sex slave.
“Baby, I could spend the rest of my life doing this. I love…” He paused, drew one nipple into his mouth and tweaked the ring with his tongue. “I love everything about you. Does this feel good?”
“Oh, yes.” It had been too long since a man had possessed her this way, taken her over and commanded her response. She felt taken. Controlled as no one lover had done before. Protected by a Master she trusted would never let her come to harm.
He raised his head, claimed her mouth and fucked it with his tongue, slow and gentle, hot wet velvet exploring her teeth, the back of her throat. He jerked inside her, and she sank all the way down his rigid shaft until the head of his cock pressed the mouth of her womb. He ground against her swollen clit and made it throb. When he stood, taking her with him under the bursting needles of hot water, he drove in deeper, groaned as he wrapped her legs around his waist and braced her back against the shower wall.
“My hot, gorgeous baby. Oh, yeah, squeeze my cock. Like that.” She tightened her inner muscles around his heat, felt the start of another orgasm brewing inside her. When he bent, lifted her hair and licked that erogenous zone at the base of her skull, she shattered, tightening her legs around his firm, pumping ass as he fucked her hard and deep while she spasmed around him.
“God, yes.” Through the condom she felt his climax, the jetting heat of him spilling against the tip of her womb. She shuddered again, not sure whether what she was feeling was a new orgasm or aftershocks of those that had torn through her before.
* * * * *
A long time later he wrapped them both in a pale-pink bath sheet, stroked her bare skin with the thirsty Egyptian cotton. Then when they were dry, he laid her in the middle of her bed and came down beside her, spoon-fashion. With one huge hand he held her belly, pressing her ass cheeks against his half-hard cock, while with the other hand he secured the back of her head to his lightly furred chest.
“Go to sleep now,” he said gruffly. “I want to wake up and find you warm and snuggly against me, the way you are right now.”
She wanted to hold on to this feeling of utter belonging she’d been missing…it seemed like
forever. And so she obeyed.
* * * * *
The next morning Jimmy woke first and roused Julie by burying his face in her sweet, wet cunt. He sucked her clit ring between his teeth and worried the little bud of flesh with his tongue. God, but she responded fast, her clit hardening and elongating. She spread her legs farther apart and shifted to give him better access.
His cock was hard as stone, throbbing for the wet heat of her pussy. He sure as hell could get used to waking up this way.
Slow down, buddy. Belinda’s two-timing face flashed through his mind, reminding him of his vow never again to hand a woman his heart so she could butcher it.
He didn’t want to listen, not now when Julie was tangling her fingers in his hair, making little mewling sounds while he tongue-fucked her cunt. All he wanted at the moment was to shut down his brain and go with his obsession to heights of pleasure even beyond what they’d found last night.
Damn. He just remembered. He’d used all three of the condoms from his wallet last night. He looked up at her. “Julie?”
“Yes?” She shot him a sleepy, sexy smile.
“I’m out of condoms.”
Her smile faded. “Oh, no. I don’t have any. I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since I needed one.”
“My fault, baby. I should have stopped by my apartment first before we came up here. I would have if I’d realized…” How she would keep him with a constant hard-on. That she’d turn out to be his living fantasy. His obsession. “Relax. I’ll get you off this way,” he said, dipping his head and going back to sucking and tonguing her soft, baby-smooth pussy.
“If you’ll turn around and straddle me, I’ll return the favor. I hope you’ll let me swallow this time.” Her voice was husky, the tone conveying urgency.
Because Jimmy was so tall, sixty-nine had been a physical impossibility with his wife. Why the fuck was that bitch invading his head? It struck him then that Belinda had been the only other woman he’d ever fucked in private, outside a club scene or fraternity orgy. Shifting positions and going immediately back to his feast, he shuddered when he felt Julie take his cock down her throat, swallowing hard then letting go, sliding off him until just his cock head rested in her mouth, surrounded by her dancing tongue.
He couldn’t think, only feel. Julie’s mouth on him. His lips and tongue feasting on her slick juices. With what she was doing to him, he wasn’t going to last long. Her little grunts when she took him deep, the slurping sounds of him eating her pussy pushed him higher. He breathed in the arousing smells of sex—his and hers—as he plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt and tried to hold back his own orgasm.
She sucked him, hard, her tongue finding and tasting the lubrication already leaking from his slit. Just as he was about to flex his hips and force her to take him deep again, she did it—surrounded his entire cock again and swallowed. Needing to give her a climax before he shattered, he licked her outer lips, sucked her clit, rimmed her tight little asshole with a finger until she shuddered beneath him, devouring him all the time with her licking and sucking and swallowing convulsively against his cock. Massaging his balls and rimming his asshole with nimble fingers.
Fuck, but she gave the best head he’d ever had. While he kept sucking her pussy, she came again before his own climax claimed him.
“Julie.” Even her name sounded sexy when he said it.
She lifted her head, looking thoroughly exhausted. Satiated. And incredibly gorgeous. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, baby. What say we get up, go have breakfast and spend the day playing tourist?”
“I’d love it.”
He got up before his cock could convince him to forget about eating, forget everything but staying in bed all day, sampling more of her. “Come on then, my stomach’s growling. You’ve burned off all my energy, so I need to refuel.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, stretching in the bed like a big, satisfied kitten.
He didn’t know exactly, other than being damn sure he wanted to get to know Julie better, and not only in the carnal sense. “It’s a surprise.” Pulling her to her feet, he hugged her, fought down the urge to tumble back into bed with her and forget all about everything but gorging himself on her until he passed out from the pleasure of it. “Shower and throw on something casual while I run to my apartment and change.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kissed her hard then straightened and pulled on his exercise clothes. “Fifteen minutes, tops,” he told her, feasting his eyes on her one more time before making himself break away.
On the way out he glanced at her portrait, recalled her saying she’d have to shave her head again for a new photo shoot. His wrung-out cock hardened at the thought. But his hard-on for Julie didn’t depend on him indulging his fetish—he figured he’d lust for her day and night, hair or no hair.
Chapter Three
When she met him at her door a few minutes later, Jimmy didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t the wholesome, almost innocent-looking beauty with raven-black hair held away from her scrubbed, makeup-free face with a white terry headband. He hadn’t pictured her wearing those loose-fitting shorts or the modest, dark-green cotton knit tank top, either. The woman who’d turned him every way but loose last night looked like a lady of whom even his mom would approve. Not that Julie wasn’t still gorgeous and incredibly sexy, because she was.
She gave him no hint of the erotic creature in the ad he’d fallen in lust with, but part of him was glad. That image was etched in his brain, and it didn’t bother him a bit that strangers who looked at her wouldn’t see her that way.
That surprised Jimmy a little. He’d pretty much persuaded himself during his marriage that it turned him on to have other men ogling Belinda with her tight, slutty outfits and in-your-face sexiness. The last year with her had taught him a lot of lessons, though, and helped him grow up a little, he supposed, as he bent and kissed Julie before taking her hand and heading downstairs and out of the condo building.
“You look great. Too good to be hanging out with a big lug like me.”
She laughed then stood on tiptoe and kissed the ticklish spot where his neck met his shoulder. “I think you look pretty good yourself.”
He was glad he’d dug a clean polo shirt and khaki cargo shorts out, instead of the t-shirt and exercise shorts that were his usual casual attire. “I thought we’d have breakfast at one of the places here on River Street and then check out the sights. I’m hoping you’ll show me around. I’ve only been in Savannah a couple of months.”
“I’d love to. This has always been one of my favorite places. I grew up not too far from Savannah, left when I was eighteen and moved back from Manhattan two years ago. For a long time I wondered if I hadn’t just been running away, trying to escape bad memories. But now I’m glad I did.”
When she looked up at him, a soft smile on her face, his heart practically stopped. “I’m glad, too.” He’d been comfortable lusting after Julie, but now as he realized he wanted friendship, too, something akin to panic gripped him. Idiot. You and Belinda used to be friends, too.
Quickly he changed the subject. “How about some good old-fashioned Southern cooking?” he asked, spying the stone front and cheery-red awning of a familiar café farther down the block.
“I’m ready. Bernie’s is one of my favorite places for brunch. I love their country ham and biscuits.”
Picking up their pace, he led the way to the small, quaint restaurant and settled them at one of the tables in front so they could look out over the Savannah River.
Somehow he’d had the idea that supermodels ate like birds, but Julie surprised him and cleaned her plate while he called for a second order of eggs and bacon. “Tell me about yourself.” When he met her gaze from across the table, it struck him that he wanted to know all about what made her tick. He cautioned himself not to get in too deep, but he had a feeling that warning was likely to go unheeded.
“As I mentioned before, I’m an old
Georgia girl. Born and raised near Macon.” Her smile wavered when she mentioned her parents’ death in a car accident when she was seventeen, the fact she had no close relatives left. “If they’d lived I imagine I might have dug my feet into the Georgia clay, settled down and raised my own family within yelling distance of home.
“But I didn’t. Guess I was running from my grief, but as soon as I got my high school diploma I bolted for New York City. Applied with a modeling agency, got some good jobs, got married and divorced.”
“So what brought you back?” Jimmy sipped his coffee, tried to picture the man who’d have let a woman like Julie slip through his hands.
As if trying to figure that out for herself, Julie stared out the window for a long time at the cobblestone street and the boats moving slowly along the river. She lifted her cup, drank a little tea then looked at Jimmy and spoke. “Homing instinct, I guess. I needed a new scene, a place where I didn’t have to face the fact I’m no longer seventeen, no longer playing at a happy marriage…” Her words trailed off, and she tore her gaze away.
“How long were you married?”
“Nine years. Mostly playing in the BDSM club scene. Lloyd was the talent agent who got me my first modeling assignment. I thought he was the perfect Master—that is, until he dumped me for my hairdresser. My male hairdresser.” She laughed, a nervous little sound that conveyed anything but mirth. “I think it would have hurt less if he’d tossed me out for another woman.”
Jimmy reached over and took her hand, rubbed his thumb gently over hers. Fuck, he didn’t know what to say. Sure, he knew some guys who swung both ways, including a couple of his new teammates. The two tight ends—one was married and they shared his wife and each other in scenes at Rebels’ Roost. He’d seen guys sucking and fucking each other in club scenes. But Jimmy liked pussy. And he sure as hell couldn’t picture any man preferring another woman to Julie, much less another man.