Summary: You finally give in to a night of passion with Jake. The sexual tension building through a succession of late night texts and chance encounters. When finally you find yourselves at the same event, a game of sexual cat and mouse ensues until you find yourselves behind a door you can finally lock.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Public sex. Use of sex toys. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Dirty talk. Oral. Fingering. Rough sex. Butt stuff.
Jake had that unrelenting darkness, just simmering below the surface quality about him. That was why you'd chosen him. His inherent sweetness was why you'd trusted him. But there was nothing that ever tasted so sweet that wasn't bad for you. You knew he was bad for you the moment you had crossed paths with him.
Just that burning intensity which had drawn you in had immediately disarmed you. Even though he'd smiled and been cordial and shaken your hand when it was offered to him, you'd felt the thorns of a blooming rose in his touch. And you liked it. The prickle of his gaze, hidden beneath a politeness that was confident and at first glance; intimidating. He made you question his intentions from the first instance.
Time had served you both well. Presenting you with moments where you continued to encounter each other both socially and professionally. These happenstances creating a mounting friction with each hand shake evolving into cheek kisses and brief embraces. Conversations which had started with innocence slowly sank into depravity. Finding opportunities to speak alone simply to melt into debauchery and mirth in the shared merriment of erotic confessions.
You couldn't. You wouldn't. Would you? It was all just an egotistical game, wasn't it? To see which of you would blush first. Until phone numbers were exchanged and the rules were irrevocably changed. Turning it from inadvertent flirtations into entirely intentional desires.
He used his words with such careful candour. Like poetry. His physical presence distracted you so often that the reprieve from it was welcomed whenever you laid in bed at night; the recipient of sexually deviant messages that drove your morals into untenable question.
The truth was that Jake was charismatic in a way that forced you to pay attention. His wit and kindness; forebears to a wicked shamelessness that toyed with your own. He derived from you that which could not speak it's own name. The type of arousal that made you feel perverted from the mere mention of wanting it.
But you did want it. You wanted him to be unable to look you in the eye the morning after. To actualise all that midnight prose of desecrating your body until you were sexually ruined. You wanted him to put his vulgarity to good use. To know that he had meant every single sinful word.
"If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"
You were standing in the middle of an over zealous banquet hall. The type of place that often held these black tie events that required the sort of attire that was not remiss on a red carpet. You clutched a champagne flute in your hand, the delicate glass stem sitting snugly against your cleavage as you cast an eye across the room.
He had approached from behind. Predatory in the way he had been watching you carefully for several minutes before bringing his mouth so close to your ear that the heat of his breath had drawn your lips apart before the sound of his voice.
Playful in his advance, you couldn't help but respond indifferently with a facetious smile and refusal to turn around and face him.
"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am."
Your response was indicative of the roles you had taken. Him, with his possessive need to compel you into bed with him. And yours, to uphold the pretence that it was all an illusion. That you were untouchable. That you would never allow him to truly have his way.
"The sort of girl that draws my attention away from every other woman in the room." He continued, bringing his lips even closer.
You were satisfied. Content that you had played the narrative well enough that if you turned around he still would think you intended to go home that night without knowing what his cum tasted like. Without the knowledge of his body and the way it moved against yours.
Enough talk. Enough coltish brushes of your hand against his forearm and tentative fingers at the small of your back. Enough willingness to participate in this endless foreplay that had yet to jump off the page.
"Is that so?" You replied, twirling on the balls of your feet in a pair of stiletto heels.
He was wearing a roguish grin. The sort of expression that you had come to know as one that served as an aperitif to the way you knew he would dance you into a corner in order to have you all to himself.
You were wearing a backless gown. Pitch black. He had already studied the flow of it, that much you were certain of. His eyes settled on the deep cowl of the front. The curve of your breasts tempted him to lower his gaze, but he was staunchly refusing to give you that gratification.
You were unintentionally matched. His waistcoat and jacket of the same pitch and ilk of your dress. The chains around his neck that sat against his open chest were ancient silver. Not too dissimilar to the tone of the clutch bag in your other hand.
"Am I to believe that you intend to behave like a gentleman tonight, Jacob?" You asked, keeping his eye contact as he reached for a passing tray of drinks and took one without so much as a cursory glance.
"Absolutely not." He retorted, taking a cautionary sip of what could only be described as sparkling wine. "How I'm expected to endure these types of evenings without your company to keep me captivated is beyond me."
You were bored. Or perhaps it was a boredom borne of knowing that he wasn't going to arrive until a little later in the evening. When you had completed a rotation of the room with small talk and mind numbingly monotonous chatter that by the time he had made his presence known, you were practically ready to make a hasty exit.
"Is that all I am?" You queried salaciously, taking note of the subtle way he had styled his dark, shoulder length hair that night. "A distraction from all the tedium?"
He would have you play this game a thousand times until he won it. The small tremble of his upper lip as he regarded you belied his need to remain formal and polite. He was already faltering. Without even knowing you were going to give in to him that night.
"As far as I am concerned, there is no one else here."
He was smug in that self confident sort of way. He knew that you were attracted to him but there was just enough doubt there that allowed you to hold a fractious tension between the two of you.
"Hmmmm, to be alone in a room with you."
You left him with that sentiment. Turning back around, not wanting to witness the inflection in his response as you edged a little closer to letting him know you were done playing games.
You felt the chill of his Atocha coins on the curve of your spine. Quite literally he pressed himself into your back, with the intention of speaking so quietly only his close proximity would bring enough volume for you to hear.
"We don't need to be alone in a room for me to wish that my tongue was buried deep into your pussy instead of this poor imitation champagne."
You kept your eyes trained on the ornate chandelier hanging from the centre of the room above. Conscious of the fact you were without underwear. The dress you had chosen simply did not allow for it.
"Imagine the looks on their faces." You purred devilishly, "If you were to sink to your knees where you stand."
He exhaled a plume of laboured breath against your shoulder, bringing a solitary hand to the slim spaghetti strap which sat there. Venturing into territory he had yet to step into, holding his breath to see if you would allow him to remain there.
"You've caused me nothing but a persistent need to masturbate of late." He confessed, taking the strap down with a fluid stroke of his palm. "I hope you understand that I wont be able to tolerate our musings for much longer. There will come a time where I truly need to have my face buried between those tremendous thighs."
You turned your head just enough for him to catch your jawline against his lips. The tendrils of hair which tumbled down from your intricate up-do brushed against his cheek.
"How about tonight?"
The intimation that you weren't stringing him along was not lost upon him. You felt the immediate stiffening of his body against yours. Your breathing synced up with his, shallow and deep. He took a moment to process what you had said. As if truly you were the only two people in the room. Stilled against each other like the silence after a storm.
"Don't you trifle with me, woman." He whispered brutishly, signalling the true pain of his torment.
"I wouldn't dare." You replied assuredly, allowing the hand in which you held your flute to lower just enough to catch the burgeoning swell of his manhood.
The banquet hall was situated in the grounds of a prestigious country club. The sprawling buildings were late 19th century with curated gardens and an interior of neoclassic art prints framed on high vaulted walls with lavish sculptures lining the narrow corridors.
It reminded you of the drafty old mansions in romance novels that were always home to a dastardly lord who would ravish his handmaidens in all manner of raunchy ways. And if you were going to be ravished yourself, you couldn't think of a more appropriate backdrop.
Jake took your flute out of your hand and dashed it on the nearest surface. Wrapping his hand around yours as he snaked you through the hustle and bustle. You would follow him wherever he intended to take you. Smiling as you passed by familiar faces, who watched on with subtle intrigue as to why you were being whisked away from the melee.
He cared very little for the enormity of the sound of his fist slamming into the ornately carved french doors at the back of the hall, allowing it to swing open as he led you into an empty stone pillared corridor. The thud of the door swinging back still echoed into the void as he checked to ensure you were completely alone.
"Wanted your arriving at Helm's Deep moment, did you?"
You eased yourself back against the nearest pillar, clutching your bag to your waist. Your bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth. He did not waste any time in furthering the torment. Staring at you like you had no right to look at him like that.
"You know I love it when you talk Tolkien to me." He jested a little, easing you into a light hearted subterfuge that would allow him to continue luring you into his debauched manifest.
"How else would you like me to speak?." You asked, tilting your chin to invite him closer. "Like your little handmaiden, my lord? Or would you prefer me as your harlot?"
There was a slit in your dress that extended almost entirely up to the curve of your hip. A daring choice, given the lack of underwear. As he approached, he lifted the fabric with the tip of his finger and moved it aside. Revealing your cunt to him for the first time.
He licked his lips and lowered his gaze. He studied the form of it, the soft strip of pubic hair that ran the centre of your mound and the way your labia sat like two pink ribbons beneath.
"I'm going to ruin this..." He ghosted the most feather light touch across your pussy lips. "Until you can't speak at all."
You dropped all the pretence. All the running commentary had brought you to a moment that required a certain level of honesty. If Jake had wanted to perform the most incredulous amount of proliferation in this foreplay, he had succeeded. You were throbbing incessantly. Your chest heaving against shallow breath at the sight of him looking at your cunt like that.
You reached forward and took his chains in your fist. Wrapping fingers around the silvery links that tinkled against each other as you lifted them into the narrowing space between you. Pulling him in, demanding that he put an end to this provocation.
You dropped your bag as he violently shoved you against the rough stone. His mouth crushed against yours, lips parted and softer than you'd anticipated given his urgency. His tongue was a delightful curiosity, enveloping yours as you finally gave in to him. You teased a pitiful moan from him as you tilted your head, hands rushing to his cheeks to deepen what was certainly the most tantalising kiss you'd ever had.
The rush of blood to your genitals was welcomed. What had been an errant throb of anticipation for most of the evening flooded to your swollen clitoris and engorged lips. Jake was irrepressibly hard, the fabric keeping you apart strained against the strict outline of his cock. You felt it pressed into your mound, coupled with the sensation of his tongue in your mouth and felt the bitter sting of overstimulation begin to rise.
"Turn around."
Although the words had been spoken softly, with a mouth that was still open against yours, the way he handled you was in direct conflict. You were savagely pulled around, made to hug the pillar as you were pressed into it. The rough surface of the round edge felt like sand against your exposed flesh. The juxtapostion of his body at your back had you feeling brutally and beautifully confined against the rough and the smooth.
A swift tug of the slit in your gown and your cunt was riding against the phallic stanchion, Jake moving behind you to keep his erection rubbed against the curve of your ass. Entirely at whim, you were certain he'd put very little thought into the action. He just needed the friction.
"You'll be my whore tonight." He decided, teasing a hand around your breast, your nipple growing hard against the pressure he applied. "And permit me to do as I please."
He already had you precisely where he could please himself. Your responding moan signalled consent as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger. Sending thousands of your nerve endings into disarray. The river of arousal that ran down the centre of your body was flowing in opposing directions as your pussy continued to grate against the old stone. And the constant reminder of his raging blood at your back only served to assist you further in your journey to destruction.
"Be merciful, Jake." You pleaded, arching your back a little as it became too much for your clit to endure. "What do you intend to do with me?"
The way he tapered back, standing a little apart from you to catch his breath had you feeling cold. His lips were glistening with the moisture of your kiss, wiping them with the back of his hand as he stepped back. You moved to alleviate the pressure, noticing a darkened wet patch on the lighter coloured stone of the pillar as you let your gown fall back around your front.
"Hmm, look what you made me do." You professed, straightening out your hair and retrieving your bag from the ground as Jake continued to step further apart.
He looked at the obvious wet patch and smirked devilishly. Raking a hand down his stubbled upper lip and chin.
"Such a good girl for me, you don't need to worry about what I intend to do. I'll treat you right, you know that."
Right did not immediately mean that he would treat you within the confines of universally accepted rules. He'd read enough of your late night confessions to know that you didn't want to be placated with vanilla flavours. And neither did he.
"I'm not worried." You responded seductively, ensuring your eye lids were hooded just enough to make him do a double take.
You took great pleasure in seeing him charmed. The way he pulled on the tailored cuffs of his jacket and rounded his shoulders was a clear indication that you'd unsettled him. He cleared his throat and adjusted his crotch, attempting to hide his erection to no avail.
You handed him your clutch bag to hold and slipped your arm into the curve of his as he sank his hand into his trouser pocket.
"You look like you need to get fucked." He pointed out, escorting down the corridor as if he hadn't just moistened your pussy against one of the historical features of the house.
"First, I'd like a proper drink." You proposed, gesturing towards the dimly lit gentleman's lounge at the furthest end of the passage. "None of that cheap champagne muck."
He turned the corners of his beautiful mouth down and nodded. Raising eyebrows that silently agreed to your request. He took the lead once again, opening the door for you to step into the more intimate setting.
The lounge was peppered with high backed leather chairs and small round tables. A roaring fireplace with a tanned couch facing it and a mahogany backgammon board set out against an art deco lamp was where he placed you.
There was a low din of masculine voices, intimate conversations and the scent of expensive whisky being poured. You sat diligently by the fire, opening your compact mirror to check the state of your face as Jake went to get you something a little more refined.
There was a rosy hue to your cheeks and your lipstick had all but faded. Ordinarily you would have reapplied it, but it seemed futile knowing that he would only ruin it again. Instead, you fished around for your chap stick. Eager to put some cherry on your next kiss.
Your hand settled on the small, bullet shaped object that certainly wasn't your chap stick. And you certainly couldn't remember putting it in your bag. You looked over to where Jake was standing at the bar, one leg raised on the brass foot rail as he tapped his credit card against the surface.
Your breathing elevated as you pulled it out, the sleek chrome elliptical whirring to life as you pressed the dome shaped head. Whatever memory you had of a night where you'd decided to sneak it into your clutch evaded you, but you were secretly pleased with yourself as you watched him approach.
"I've got a surprise for you."
He placed a glass of crisp white wine in front of you, a glass of something resembling nectar in his own. Taking his seat at your side, his arm extended out on the back of the couch, he slipped his wallet back into his breast pocket.
"A surprise? For me?!" He replied, with excited inflection.
You quite liked it when the veneer slipped a little. When that playful sweetness dripped out from behind the brooding exterior. All of which evaporated as you slipped the shiny little bullet into his hand and waited for his reaction.
He studied it, turning it around in his fingers like a guitar pick.
"You came prepared."
You picked up your glass and savoured the taste. "A former version of myself must have predicted the outcome of this evening."
Jake scanned the room. There were a few men standing at the bar, an apparent card game was unfolding at one of the tables on the opposite side of the room. But with the high backed chairs shrouding most of the lounge guests, it felt perhaps as if you were greeting a destiny neither of you could fight. The stars had aligned.
"Why don't you come here?" He said, inviting you into the space between his lap and the back of the couch. "Give my hands something to do."
You exchanged a daring look. He was deadly serious. Your tongue was in your cheek, your legs crossed as you took another sip of wine for dutch courage.
"You don't intend to use that on me here, surely?" You arraigned his intention, skirting around it playfully.
"Come over here and find out." He insisted, reaching to draw you into the little nook he'd created for you. "Seems a shame not to make you cum in that stunning little dress."
You felt the heat of his body as you nestled in. Your arm extended out on top of his, both of you facing the fireplace with your backs to the rest of the lounge. With your legs still crossed, he pushed the fabric away from your knee, allowing the slit to open and completely reveal your leg.
You felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins as he planed a clammy palm up from your knee into the flesh of your inner thigh with his opposite hand. Breathing heavily into your ear, not dissimilarly to the way he had initially greeted you. The force of your legs being parted made you gasp. His hand roughly moving your knee away, allowing you to be fully exposed for him.
"Jake..." You whispered, eyes closed as he brought his lips to your lobe and sucked it between his gentle teeth.
"Be still." He instructed, "Don't draw attention."
You could hear the quiet whimpers in his breath as he brought his hand between your thighs. Kneading the flesh there, revelling in the wetness which had spread between them. You tried to keep yourself as composed as possible. Consciously aware that any betrayal of sound or movement would give your position away.
"Let me do all the work." He uttered in the lowest register of his voice, a sultry sound that made you tremble beneath the folds of your gown.
You were awakened there, on that leather couch, holding your tongue against feral screams. Jake ran fingertips down your pussy lips, the ghost of a touch that made you hold your breath until he savagely plunged them inside you. Two fingers tucked away within your walls.
He held you firm. Kept you rigid within the circle of his arms as you fought against him.
"Oh, no you don't..." He warned, wrapping solid arms around your waist. "You be a good girl for me now and don't move."
He pulled his fingers out slowly, gauging your facial expressions before thrusting them back inside. The bullet was poised in his opposite hand, vibrating in his palm as he ran it across your mound.
"You have no idea how fucking hard this is..." You moaned, leaning your head back into his shoulder.
"I do..." He replied comfortingly, letting the bullet roll across the hood of your clit, keeping it there with his thumb as he continued to pull his fingers in and out of you. "I know how badly you want to scream. Roll your hips against my hand. I know you want to fight me, but you're doing so well."
His praise sent you into orbit. Breathlessly panting, it wasn't so much a fight as it was an entire battle within to keep your body from physically responding. You could hear footsteps behind you, voices as they passed. All it would take would be one step too close to see your predicament.
"That's it, let me have this pretty little pussy..." He urged, hooking deep within you, laying soft pressure on the sweetest spot he could find.
"Oh, fuck..."
You knew the moment the words slipped out of your mouth that somewhere in the room a conversation fell silent. Jake tutted, stilling his ministrations until he could be certain you would do precisely as you were told.
"Can't have you many declarations like that, little vocalist." He remonstrated, "Seeing as my hands are a little busy I'll have to give your mouth something to do."
He pulled his fingers out of you. Dripping with your juice, he made you watch him catch a taste as he brought them to his lips. Leaving you weak and powerless as the bullet slipped down into your entrance. You flinched and it made him smile.
"You taste sweet." He mentioned casually, as if he'd just swallowed a spoonful of sugar. "Why don't I give you something sweet to taste?"
You would have submitted to anything, you were melted into his touch. All you could do was sit there whilst he reached for his whiskey and took a languid sip. Before you could process his mindset, your lips were burning as he brought the whiskey to your mouth and spat it straight from his into yours.
You weren't averse to the taste, but it felt like tiny little needles were popping in your tongue. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and eyed you tentatively.
"Don't you dare swallow it." He cautioned, bringing a hand to cup your chin as you held the dark liquid in your mouth. "I want you to keep that there until I'm finished with you."
A tiny droplet escaped the corner of your mouth. Jake's tongue was there to lap it up as he pressed the bullet inside you a little further. You could feel yourself want to swallow, pining to feel it slip down the back of your throat. You could only beg with your eyes. Your mouth was completely immobilised. And you'd never seen such a look of sweet satisfaction on his face. The natural curve of his lips turned upward, his eyes were soft and half closed as he teased the bullet in and out of you.
Your own hands were sat idle at either side of you. Your body bouncing a little with his careful thrusting. You could feel how unbearably hard he was. You were consciously aware of keeping your mouth clamped shut, too. Despite every fibre of your being telling you just to swallow it. Entirely overstimulated. On the verge of spitting it back into his mouth just so you could have your voice back.
"Such a naughty lil' thing, aren't you? Letting me do this to you right here where I'm supposed to be a gentleman."
The fingers were inching back inside, clutching the bullet along for the ride. Easing in slowly, you could hear Jake groan under his breath as you held steady.
"I didn't make that promise, though. Did I? Quite the opposite, in fact. You make me want to be anything but gentlemanly."
You were becoming desperate and he could see it there in the way your brow knitted into deep furrows. Your lips began to tremble, allowing more droplets to spill down your chin and onto the back of his hand. You hummed from behind your closed mouth.
"Alright, sweet girl." He allowed, "You can have your voice back. Swallow for me..."
He strummed your lower lip with his thumb, pulling it until he was certain every drop had gone down. You were dizzy, on the fringes of a climax you were certain he would deny of you given your setting. Feeling your heart sink into your stomach as he pulled out the bullet and silenced it. He brought your knees together and pulled your dress back into place. Leaving you with a brief kiss to the corner of your mouth. And a sense of bereavement that you'd been left like that.
Jake leaned back into the couch with the rest of his drink in his hand and allowed you a moment of space. Scarcely able to blink into reality what he had just done, you picked up the rest of your wine and downed it in one venomous gulp.
"You are a cruel master." You said weakly, your dress peppered in patches of your mess. "And now you dare to sit there with a cock so hard I can see the shape of your tip through the fabric."
He was unrepentant. But still, he ran the bullet across his lip and took a deep breath before slipping it into his inside pocket. Drawing from you the most debauched giggle.
"My cruelty is only to serve you better." He explained, swilling the last drops of his whiskey with a cool hand. "Imagine if I had just allowed you to cum? The mess you'd have made. You'd have brought the room to shame."
He was playing with you. Searching for a hint of remorse for what you had just done and finding you wanting.
"Who's shame?" You fired back, "Certainly not mine. I'm at my best when I have a beautiful man's hands inside me."
He polished off his drink. "Consider me your puppeteer, then."
You were at an impasse. Drinks finished and an inescapable rising tension as you held each others gaze.
"You know, I never actually told you just how attractive I consider you to be. Have I?" He stepped into a realm that had yet to be explored. "But you should know that I thought you were the most beautiful woman in every single room I have found you in since we first met."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "He won't let me cum but he will tell me I'm pretty. I suppose I should be grateful."
He held out his hand for you to take. "Come on, I need a cigarette."
The air was crisp and cool as you stepped outside. The guests who were leaving awaited the valet by the gravel driveway. Spot lights on the lawn illuminated the grandiose entrance, and you felt the chill of the twilight breeze through your hair.
"Are you cold?" He asked, running the outer side of a curved finger up the gooseflesh of your naked arms.
You shuddered against the unexpected touch and the tenderness laced within his question. The weather was tolerable, but before you could respond he had slipped off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders, guiding you towards the heavily sign posted smoking courtyard.
"What happened to your pledge to be ungentlemanly tonight?" You reminded him, the scent of his cologne drifting heavily into your senses as you pulled his jacket around you a little tighter.
"Cigarette break." He shrugged, pulling out a pack of smokes from the inside pocket, the back of his hand smoothly coming to rest against your hard nipple.
He tapped the pack against his knuckles and offered you one. You pulled out the marlboro light and placed it at your lips as he struck a match for you. Cupping his hands around the tip as you sucked it to life.
"Do you think anyone knew what we were doing back there?" You dared to venture, exhaling a plume of smoke into the ether.
Jake was blowing smoke rings absently, leaning against the wall as he watched people coming and going. He was entirely at ease, letting his gaze fall to you every now and then. Looking away when he noticed you looking back.
"You care?" He replied nonchalantly, "I bet some of those cocks haven't been hard in years judging by the clientele."
You almost choked on laughter, your throat only used to the smoke on the odd occasion you chose to accept one when offered. You weren't a smoker, per se. But Jake was adept, letting it rise from his mouth back into his nostril without any difficulty.
"I hope they enjoyed the show."
He was looking at you peculiarly. Leaning against the side of the building with one leg bent, as if he was seeing you for the very first time. There was a curious smile on his lips, with an edge of mischief and wonder.
"What?" You asked pertinently, wondering if it was obvious that you weren't a regular smoker, becoming a little insecure about the way you were holding the cigarette between your fingers.
Jake took a heavy drag and flicked his cigarette into the gravel. Careful to blow above and not in front of you, he back you into a corner. The cigarette fell from your fingers as you stared up at him, not caring where it landed. His hand was at your throat as you were pressed against the courtyard gate.
"You like to be watched?" He asked, rolling his thumb against the underside of your chin. "You want every dick in the room to be hard over you?"
The untenable ache that had begun in earnest back in that banquet hall began to throb incessantly. The way he turned your head from side to side a little, studying your features for an answer that would satisfy him was making your heart beat significantly faster.
"No..." You mumbled, swallowing hard as he drew his lips closer. "Just yours."
He kissed you with more purpose now. The taste of smoke and whiskey slaked your tongue, deep and soft. His hands ventured into the folds of his jacket, coming to rest at your sides. The sound of his whimpers and yours rising as his mouth travelled into the curve of your neck.
You couldn't stop yourself from it. The interminable need to know how his cock felt in your hands. He'd been lilting from hard to soft ever since he'd snook up from behind you, the need for relief must have been unbearable.
You could feel it pressed against your stomach as he deepened the kiss even further. Lacing his tongue across your collar bone, shoving his jacket a little off your shoulder to sink his teeth into you. Leaving his mark right there in your flesh.
Your fingers ran across the edge of his belt. Deftly pulling the buckle apart as you continued to kiss him. The shy tinkle of it as you yanked on it made him smile against your mouth. The button snapped open at your command, the zipper slid down with ease. And the moan which escaped his lips as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft was like a symphony.
He rested his forehead against yours, his gaze pointed down as he watched you pull his cock out. In the soft glow of the courtyard lights, you could make out the tones of it. The raging veins that danced up his shaft beat hard against your palm. The sweet pinkness of his tip coupled with white droplets of pre-cum that pooled against your coiled fingers was like art. And when you sank your hand down, the sounds he made were melodic.
"Yeah, just like that..." He whispered, keeping a watchful eye on your slow and deliberate strokes.
You wanted to tug on him harder, make him spill into your hand. You wanted to hear him pant and moan and beg for it. Just the sweet little breaths he was making now was enough to make you feel like you could throw caution to the wind and fuck him right there under the lights, under the direct view of the cctv camera that was pointed right at you.
But you could hear footsteps on the gravel. Jake growled fiercely as he pulled away, leaving your hand coiled around air. He tucked himself back into his pants fastidiously, cursing under his breath as you watched with slight amusement.
"I can't keep doing this." He affirmed, bringing a tensed hand to the gate behind you as he pulled it open. "I've imagined it a thousand times. What it'd be like to fuck you. And this is not what I had in mind."
You stepped aside as a group of guests from the banquet hall event trickled in. Drunk and loud, they were people you both knew from the Nashville music scene. They tried to engage you both, not picking up on the residual sexual tension that was still hanging in the air. Jake was cordial. You were delightful. Trying to hold drunken small talk, standing there while Jake was funny and charming.
And it did nothing to quell your hunger. Only serving to make you more ravenous. He was confident and jovial, keeping his hand at your back protectively. The type of foreplay you hadn't anticipated. There was just something about standing at his side that made you irrevocably turned on.
"Well, if you'd excuse me I really should be getting my lady here a cab home." He said eventually, taking his opportunity once there was a lull in the conversation.
You were ushered out of the courtyard. Beyond the line of shrubs on the patio extended an expanse of freshly cut lawn, the bottom of which was shrouded in darkness. But you could see the trees swaying in the night breeze, their shadows against the starlit sky.
"You're getting me a cab, huh?" You teased, tucking his hair behind his ears as if you were more familiar with him than you truly were.
He didn't seem to mind.
"If I thought I could get away with everything I want to do to you here, then I would take you back inside." He reasoned, inspecting the teeth marks on your shoulder. "But as it stands I need this sensational dress off of your body before I do something I'll fucking regret."
You took a piece of his hair between your fingers. Twirling it around, letting him wrap his arms around your waist. You could still feel the flushes of his closeness, how it felt to be in his arms after imagining it night after night. He was truly an enigma. The sexual way he'd pursued you leaving no other aspect of him laid bare. You felt as if you'd just been given a glimpse. And he deserved to know what sort of woman he'd been chasing after, too.
"Come with me." You said, leading him back inside.
You slid off his jacket and handed it back to him as you confidently strode into the lobby. Letting your hips do all the work, like you were strutting down a catwalk.
The reception was always manned while ever there were guests present, especially on event nights. You'd had occasion to attend these several times before, and knew something of the managerial structure of the place. You'd even had tennis lessons over on the courts a few summers ago, taking advantage of an ex-lover's membership.
As luck would have it, a young man was standing behind the desk. His attention somewhat drifting between the computer screen in front of him and the noir dream walking towards him.
You clocked his name tag as you leaned onto the desk, palms flat and your breasts hunched together as you fawned over him.
"Hey there." You said casually, as if he was your friend. "...Benjamin."
He couldn't have been a day over twenty, you presumed one of the college students who made up a bulk of the hospitality staff. The way he shyly smiled, trying to keep a grip of his composure as you flirted with him was a clear indication of his naivety.
"Oh, I can't wait to see this..." Jake said underneath his breath, his jacket over his folded arms as he stood back to watch.
You shot him a fiery look before turning back to your young acquisition.
"Can I help you tonight, Ma'am?" He asked, like he was reading off a script.
"Oh, sure you can Benjamin." You replied, "Do you mind if I call you Ben?"
He blinked rapidly. Like a deer in the headlights. "Of course, what can I do for you this evening?"
You leaned even further onto the reception desk. "Well, you see Ben... I'm having a terrible time locating the manager's office. You know, Beverly Seagrave, her and I are old friends and she promised me the keys to the Platinum Suite tonight. God bless her soul, her husband Jerry is just sick as a dog right now and I told her...Beverly, Sweetie...it's fine. But she insisted that I have those keys tonight. Something of a belated birthday gift and since I had to be here tonight anyway for a work thing... well, she was kind enough to leave the keys in her office for me."
The little kink in his brow indicated that he wasn't entirely on board. You dared to reach a timid hand over the counter, resting it against his forearm.
"The Platinum Suite is booked tonight, Ma'am. Are you sure that she didn't mean one of our Gold standard suites?"
You clutched his arm tightly. "Yes! Oh, I'm such a ditz. Thankyou, Ben. If you could just point me toward her office, I'll go grab them."
He hesitated. "I'm not supposed to let guests back there..."
"You won't even know we were there, you have my word." You crooned, tracing the line of his cuff. "I'm just going to scooch on back there, grab my birthday gift, and I'll be out of your hair."
You could see the uncertainty. The way his chin wobbled under your intense scrutiny. He hadn't covered this in his country club training manual. You'd gone completely off script and you could feel his body tense as a wet rope beneath your subtle touch.
It was your intention to sequester somewhere in a room with an inner lock. Somewhere that nobody would think to disturb. A cloak room or an office, all you had to do was get past the receptionist.
"Uh, there's nothing here in the notes about a guest collecting anything..." He continued, tapping away on his computer with one hand, too afraid to move the one you'd commandeered.
"No, well there wouldn't be." You replied, dropping your tone into something a little more authoritative, pulling your hand away to inspect your nails. "This is a private arrangement between myself and my dear friend, Beverly."
Jake snickered. Clearly amused by your attempt.
"Ben, please don't make my companion here have to make any unnecessary phone calls. I'm sure Beverly wouldn't appreciate being disturbed at home whilst poor Jerry is feeling so unwell. And I know she would be entirely displeased so discover one of her oldest friends was denied such a thoughtful gift."
You noted the bead of sweat collecting at his temple. He seemed to be shaking, licking his lips nervously as he looked over at Jake.
"I, uh...I think her office is locked for the weekend, but..I...uhh...I guess I could let you have a set of key cards that I have here...I'd just need a name for checking you in..."
Without missing a beat, you reverted back to your previous flirtations. Under no illusion that you had most definitely flown too close to the sun.
"That was...interesting." Jake said, following you up the stair case that meandered towards the back of the club. "If you wanted to get a suite, all you had to do was ask."
Emboldened by what you had achieved, you were running on sheer adrenaline. Confounded that you'd managed to pull it off, the audacity of it. The way he'd stood there and watched you wrap that guy around your little finger. Confident in your ability to do so. You turned to him on the stairs, towering above him in your heels on the step above, and sank your teeth into his bottom lip.
The rush of arousal was overwhelming. The shift in the power dynamic was unmistakable. Jake hissed in pain as you sucked his lip into your mouth. But he didn't flinch against the way you pulled him in. Taking a fist of his hair and pulling his head back, biting across his jawline until you were sucking in the flesh at his throat.
"When we get into this room, I don't want a fucking safe word. Do you understand me?" You growled, lips pressed against his cheek.
He'd never seen you like this. The animal within rising, it was a revelation to him to see you consumed by passion. Your chest heaving against ragged breaths. He stepped up until you were beneath him.
"Understood." He whispered, "But after tonight, you're mine. Do you understand?"
His claim to you was enough to knock you off your perch. You went from savage creature to doe eyed in a single breath.
"Understood." You echoed.
You walked the rest of the way to the suite in mounting silence. Embroiled in a sense of rekindling desire, it had felt as if you'd been chasing that elusive climax all night. Jake had been all manner of things. Subservient. Dominant. Far too bold and far too charismatic for you to withstand.
He was, within himself, your orgasm.
You stepped into a modest room with a four poster bed as the centre piece. Throwing your bag onto the mahogany dresser, in keeping with the decor that was spread throughout the rest of the club. You ran a fingertip over the edge, pretending to inspect for dust, and then nodded your approval of the place.
No sooner had the door closed, Jake was removing his waistcoat. Watching you float around the room, pretending to be interested in the pieces of art on the walls and the white linen drapes hanging off the four bed corners.
You watched him pull his belt out of the loops in one smooth movement. Pulling the leather through his hands as he threw it onto the bed before shedding the rest of his clothes.
You picked up the belt. Continuing in your audience of his body. Your eyes darkened at the sight of him naked. His cock so rigid it stood away from his stomach and made you flood with moisture for what felt like the thousandth time that night.
"Are you mine, too?" You asked, raking the belt through your closed fist.
His answer was simple. "Yes..."
You ran the belt buckle down the underside of his shaft. "Then prove it."
He slid his hands into the straps of your dress. Rounding them off the curve of your shoulders and let the entire gown fall to the ground. His breath hitched in his chest at the sight of you. You saw him genuinely fall to nerves for the first time.
"Go and stand by the bed column." You instructed, giving him a moment to drink you in. "Arms up."
The way he did as he was told, keeping his eyes trained on you as he walked away felt like he was channelling all his power to you. The way he submitted so perfectly but could easily wear the dominance you needed for balance was astounding. Your soul cried out to know how he felt inside you. But you also needed to ride this wave of being at the helm of the ship.
He was smirking at you as you wrapped the belt around his wrists.
"I'll wipe that smile off your face." You hummed, pulling tightly on the leather strap, making him wince. "Not so hot now, are you?"
He took it so well. He didn't put up a fight. His beautiful face returning to that shit eating grin as you wrapped your hand around his cock.
"Oh, Jacob... you really have no idea, do you?"
You left him standing there like a work of art. You picked up his jacket from the floor and went inside the pocket where he had previously stashed your bullet.
You hadn't bothered to remove your heels. Slowly snaking your way towards him in nothing but your black stiletto's. Pressing the bullet into the head of his penis as you drove your hand down his shaft. Watching him fall to absolute pieces in the palm of your hand.
"Such a good fucking boy." You purred, "So so fucking good for me..."
Your tongue found its way back into his open mouth. The whirring of the vibration and his feral moaning damn near pushed you to the edge. He was leaking incessantly, sticky mess covered your fingers as he silently pleaded with you through unrestrained groans to give him a moments reprieve.
"Too much?" You presumed, "I'm just getting started..."
You knew that you would reap what you had sown. That he was gathering all the ways in which you touched him and was plotting your downfall. And you wanted it all. Ached for it all. Would savour every last drop of this night.
He'd earned his cock in your mouth. Every last inch. You didn't fall to your knees, you squatted down. Letting your pussy open, letting him see the lips spread wide apart. With one hand you slid the bullet against your clit, the other curled around his base. And without breaking a moment of eye contact, you looked up at his face as you ate his cock down.
His eyes rolled back. His jaw slack. His breathing shallow. You took the initiative to let him sink to the back of your throat, to let him completely consume your mouth. His grateful moans kept you spurred on, licking heavy stripes up and down, sinking his head into your mouth before sucking down on it until he hissed. You slaked your tongue over his balls, sucking the flesh there into your mouth and making him gag for breath.
"Dirty fucking bitch..."
You hummed your approval of his name calling as you continued to suck his dick, letting the vibrations between your pussy lips carry you into a further realm of arousal.
"Is that so?" You reckoned, shoving the head of his cock into the pocket of your cheek. "What am I?"
"A dirty fucking whore." He spat, rolling his hips into your mouth. "A filthy little cock sucking whore who needs to untie me right fucking now so I can punish her."
He wanted his power back.
"On one condition." You sighed, sliding yourself up the length of his body. "Make it hurt..."
The leather broke free. His wrists fell. He paused for the briefest moment to gaze into your eyes. A rare moment of romance in this pursuit of completion. And then it was gone, like two trains speeding past one another, you were gathered up in his arms and being slammed onto the mattress.
He parted your thighs with his knee, keeping one hand on your head. And then you felt the formidable snap of his palm across your ass. You squealed in equal pleasure and pain, the delight in your smile shrouded from him as he pulled back your hair so that he could get a better look of you.
"You like that?" He asked, rubbing his hand over the reddening cheeks.
You nodded profusely. Again he sent his palm raging across the curve of your ass, kneading the flesh there after each slap. Every spank making you cry out desperately.
"Oh, you like that don't you? My little whore." He almost sang to you, "Fuck, you're so damn pretty when you let me talk to you like that..."
You didn't know where it came from. The way Jake made you feel. So safe, so cherished. So completely aroused by his man handling of you. The way he reduced his words down to such degradation, and it did nothing except serve in your arousal.
"Ass up, pretty girl..." He grabbed you by the waist, positioned you the way he desired.
You held your weight on forearms, your up-do positively ruined. You blew wayward hairs out of your face and arched your back. Sinfully moaning as Jake opened your ass cheeks wide and sank his mouth into you without any prior warning.
"Oh, fuck...Jake...oh my god..." You cried out, rattling against the sensation of his tongue riding between your ass and down into the folds of your dripping cunt.
You could feel his mouth exploring your entrance whilst his nose languished above. Pressed deeply into parts of your body you'd neglected to explore yourself, let alone allow another into. He'd taken the liberty of it, and you were far too gone to be shy now. Even when he dared to slide the tip of his thumb inside, you snapped your head back and wailed for him.
Your hair spilled down your back as he pulled out the pin holding it together. Curls cascaded down your spine. When he wrapped the tendrils around his fist, you could scarcely breathe.
"You liked my tongue in your ass, didn't you?"
You were flushed pink and covered in a sheen of sweat, as was he.
"Give it to me, Jake. I can't take it anymore." You begged, lifted on to all fours by your hair.
He would have. He'd have given it all to you. Pressed against your back, his cock resting in the crook of your ass cheeks, he was planting a seed. Massaging his thumb down there, on the cusp of taking whatever he wanted from you.
But you were rudely interrupted by surreptitious banging on the suite door. A succession of loud thrums sounded over your heavy breathing.
"Open the door please!"
A voice boomed from the other side.
"We have reason to believe you have not paid for this suite! Open the door immediately!"
Jake buried his face into your shoulder blades, his body shaking against hysterical laughter.
"I guess someone called Beverly!" You giggled, turning around to meet his beautiful laughter.
You held each other for a moment. Falling into each other, the laughter unbearable as the bangs came more aggressively.
"If you don't open the door immediately, I will be forced to call security!"
"I don't feel like getting caught tonight, do you?" Jake asked, scrambling to gather his clothes.
You were already stepping back into your dress as he jumped into his pants, peering out of the window for an alternative exit. He slid up the pane, a rush of cold air fanned his hair away from his rosy cheeks.
"Do you trust me?"
You blinked at him, slipping your heels back on as you tried in vain to pile your hair back up. You hesitated on the way he peered downwards, throwing his jacket and waistcoat along with his shoes out of the damn window.
"Have you lost your fucking mind?!"
The door handle started to rattle. "I've called security. You have sixty seconds to vacate the suite!"
What choice did you have? You took Jakes hand and let him assist you down onto the roof below. He was like a cat in stealth mode as he climbed out, closing the pane down behind him as he took your hand and ran you across the top of the adjoining building.
You flew over puddles in your slim heels, his hand felt solid in yours as he pulled you along on bare feet. It was exhilarating. You'd never felt more alive. More like you could do anything. Your shadows moving where none could see, high above the lights of the merriment below.
"How the fuck do we get down?!" You cried, pulling him back as he neared the edge.
You didn't see the ladder until you were upon it.
"Don't worry, I'll go first." He assured you, slipping his shoes and jacket back on. "If I fall, well you'll just have to fall with me."
He flashed you a devilish grin. Raising your hand to his lips and placing a solitary kiss there as he descended.
"Jake, be careful!" You admonished, leaning over to watch him climb down with the same ease he'd breezed you over the roof with.
"Tuck your bag under your arm and slowly climb down..." He instructed, waiting on the rails until you were safely where he could grab your feet.
Your shoes and attire were not for climbing. Your dress catching on each rung. Almost slipping to your death a few times until Jake reached the ground and took the liberty of letting you fall into his waiting arms.
When he placed you safely on the ground, only then did it hit you. What you had done. What you had almost done. The ache that had yet to quit. Immeasurable pain in your core from being withheld from your ending. A need that went entirely unspoken. You were numb from it, the desire and the desperation.
"Lets get out of here." You breathed, kissing him softly in the flashing lights of the dancefloor beyond the window. "I don't want to play this game anymore."
His hand grazed your cheek, pushing back your hair that was now down and free.
"Neither do I." He replied, "Cheated death, I guess we should celebrate."
You huffed out a little breathy giggle and let him softly kiss you. Igniting something entirely different in your belly. Something warmer, heating you up from the inside out. Churning your stomach, radiating out from the space between your chest.
You'd never felt anything quite like it.
"We'd better be quick, I don't think they were bluffing about security."
You noted the bodies rushing out from the side of the building, flash lights in their hands. It seemed a little excessive, but still you were hot on your heels as Jake dragged you away and down the lawn into the darkness. You spotted the illuminated tennis courts as you rushed past, down into the curated garden behind and into a folly of trees.
"If they catch us down here, I swear to damn god..."
You didn't let him finish. Cutting him off with your mouth, pressing him into the trunk of the nearest tree.
"It has to be now, Jake..."
The first drop of rain hit as he spun you around. The rough bark of the tree against your back, the faded lights from the tennis courts illuminating just enough of his eyes for you to see him giving into the hunger there.
He lifted your leg into the crook of his arm, holding it as he swept your gown aside. As he freed himself, you spread a little wider for him. The rain coming down a little harder, the sound of it hitting the canopy above shrouding your unrelenting screams.
Finally, he entered you. Thrusting heedlessly, rutting like a man starved of affection. The heat of his breath against your mouth and the echo of his moans chimed with yours. His rhythm was delicious, his size just enough to burn your walls until it slipped in and out like a knife through melted butter.
"Fuck, you're so tight..."
Pleased with yourself, you clenched around him. He buried his face into the curve of your neck, driven to insanity.
Thunder rolled ahead. The scent of wet pine devouring your senses as Jake fucked you against the tree. His hair saturated in rain, you pulled it away from his face and stared at his desperate expressions as he held you up.
"It's you, you're so big..." You replied playfully, "And you fuck me so good with it..."
He hit you so deep, violently and with such force you knew you'd end up with scars. You could feel the flesh of your back torn open against the bark, not caring. Any blood spilled was worth the tangible connection forming under those stars. You'd earned this. You deserved this. And nothing would keep you from it, even if they found you. You knew you wouldn't let him pull out until both of you were spent.
"Damn it Jake, cum inside me..."
The urgency was heeded. Lightening streaked across the sky. Grunting ferociously into your mouth, tongues meshed and breath shared, he succumbed to your cunt in an explosion of light and painful climax. Your body felt tethered to the earth somehow as you felt every single nerve in your body shot with electricity. Not from the sky, but from Jake.
"Look at you..." He dragged a thumb down your cheek, taking your mascara with it. "Look what a mess I've made of you."
You were certain that you looked bedraggled and soaked. And he, no better. You stayed in the trees until the storm raged on. Emerging from the shadows, covered in cum and fallen leaves.
"Too beautiful a night not to sin with you." You said, "Maybe we should have just gotten a cab in the first place?"
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