Captive Audience (6 page)

She released him, sliding him out of her mouth with a
pop
and looked up with a grin. Standing up, she pulled him up to stand with her and pressed against him.

“You need to get some of these clothes off.”

Jake moved forward and in two steps had her against the wall, his muscular body pinning her. She gasped and he ground his hips roughly into her, his erection rock hard against her stomach. He knelt low then, pressing his mouth to her jaw, then down her neck, nibbling softly. He moved to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, making her nipples ache.

“Take the cuffs off now, Gracie. I need to touch you. I’m going to eat that pussy and I want to have my hands on you when I do,” he breathed.

“Yes. Okay. Whatever you want.” The thought of his mouth on her made her voice tremble.

Her words sent a dark thrill through him, and he wondered if she knew what she was getting into. He backed away to let her get by him. She leaned over to pick up her skirt and take out her keys. He stared at her ass as she bent over, imagining burying his cock there.

Mickey straightened and walked over to Jake, motioning for him to turn around. He did, and she unlocked the cuffs.

He moved so fast it was a blur and an instant later she was on the chair and cuffed, hands behind her.

“Well, sweetheart, it looks like the tables have turned.”

A frisson of fear trickled down her spine, but when she looked into Jake’s eyes, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Still, she liked it better when he was wearing the cuffs.

With a few swift motions he stripped off his clothes until he stood before her, his glorious body naked. He moved close and, doing as she had done to him, spread her knees and knelt between her legs, running his hands up her ankles, past her knees to her inner thighs. Her legs trembled under his knowing touch.

Jake could feel the heat coming off her. Her pussy was primed for him, juicy and ready. He couldn’t wait to taste her, but wanted to start with her breasts. Her hands were behind her back, thrusting them forward, the hard nipples beckoning him.

Jake reached out and lightly pinched first one then the other. Mickey groaned. He leaned in, latched his teeth onto one of the firm nubs, then sucked as she cried out beneath him.

Heat stole through Mickey’s limbs and settled between her legs as he sucked and licked. His right hand crept up her thigh and he palmed her moist crevice. Sucking hard, he slipped a finger down her slit and deep inside her. She gasped and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He pressed in, then maddeningly pulled all the way out, sliding his finger over her plumped clit before thrusting it back in deep. She began to pant as he stroked his finger in and out.

Abruptly releasing her breast, he leaned low, sparing her a quick, wicked glance before pressing his mouth to her core. Mickey sucked in a breath and bit her lip again to keep from screaming.

He began kissing lightly, then settled in to run his tongue up the length of her crease. When he reached her clit he flicked it lightly and began tonguing it rhythmically. Mickey could not believe she had missed out on this her whole adult life. It was…sublime. She stilled and tried to keep from coming as his mouth continued its assault and his finger moved within her. She didn’t want it to end, but knew she wouldn’t last another minute as she felt her orgasm building, riding her hard toward completion.

Inexplicably, Jake eased his finger out and released her clit.

Why was he torturing her this way?
Mickey whimpered and writhed, trying to move closer to him.

Jake met her pleading eyes in the dim light and gave her a tight smile. “This is just as hard on me, Gracie. But I want this to be spectacular between us, and waiting only makes it better.” He turned around, moving to the table.

Getting the keys to uncuff her?

When he returned, he didn’t reach for her cuffed hands, but again knelt before her, his own hand behind his back.

“Jake?” A hint of panic lapped at her consciousness.

“Close your eyes, babe. Trust me, it’s going to be good.”

Mickey was at war with herself. Eyes closed, hands cuffed, he could do anything to her. That was a little scary. But then again, eyes closed, hands cuffed, he could do
anything
to her.
That
was very, very exciting. She allowed her eyes to drift closed and waited, her whole body tense and tingling.

Again, she felt his hot, rough tongue laving her pussy. Damn, he was good at that
.
And again, he licked and sucked and pulled until she was almost out of her mind, muscles tense, body straining for release. She froze as something cool pressed against the overheated, slick lips of her pussy. He withdrew his mouth from her body and slid the long, hard object up and down her pulsing center. Down over her clit and her entrance, down to her ass and back up.

“What–what are you doing?” she asked, afraid to look.

He didn’t answer and continued his play. She gasped as he bent and sucked her clit into his mouth, working it with his tongue. As he did, she felt that cool hardness pressing against her entrance, now with more insistence. She peeked down to see Jake kneeling between her legs, licking her while holding her baton. Panicked, she tried to pull away, but he held her in his firm grasp.

“How did you know it was in my purse?”

“I saw it sticking out when we were walking up the stairs. You make me so crazy, I want to do everything to you at once. I want to fuck you and eat your pussy at the same time and I can’t. Not with my body alone. Please, Mick, trust me. I just want to make you as hot as I am,” he whispered.

She stared down at him as he gave her clit a long lick and pressed the baton an inch, then two, into her pussy, before pulling it out and sliding it over her throbbing clit.

“Stop, Jake. This is…”

“Give me twenty seconds. If you’re not begging me for it in twenty seconds, I’ll stop.”

She nodded, still apprehensive. Then in and out he pressed as he licked and sucked. Mickey groaned as sensation washed over her. It was almost too much, but at the same time, not enough. He never pushed the baton in very far, and soon she found herself hungry for more. Her hips began to bounce. A shallow thrust in and out, then his mouth licking and sucking. The pressure began to build, curling in Mickey’s stomach. She needed it so bad. She needed him to fuck her, to feel his hard cock buried all the way in her, stretching her, filling her. Her heart raced and she began to pump her hips in earnest. “Please, Jake, please.”

“Please what, Gracie? What do you want, baby?” he urged, his breath against her overheated clitoris as he slid the baton just a little deeper, stroking her just a little faster. “Do you want me to lick you while I do this until you come?”

“Yessss,” she hissed, out of her mind with need, too far gone to care that once she came, it would be almost over.

“Yes,” he responded, moving to cover her again with his mouth. He suckled, then guided the baton deep this time, five, six, seven thick, hard inches filling her. He withdrew it slowly, then worked it back in deep, using a consistent rhythm, pressing just a little harder each time until he was fucking her hard and she was filled to the hilt as he ate her pussy.

“Oh my God. Oh, damn, Jake, I–” Mickey arched her hips as he pounded deep and felt herself break apart, shattering into a thousand pieces, coming and coming against Jake’s hot, greedy mouth, her pussy clenching tight over the heated, slick baton.

It was all Jake could do not to pull it out and replace it with his cock, which ached and pulsed, weeping with the need to bury himself deep in her. He forced himself to bear the exquisite onslaught of her orgasm.

Her body eased, her cries quieted, and he slowly slid the baton out of her quickly tightening pussy as she watched, still huffing, eyes glazed.

“Stand and turn around now. I’ll take the cuffs off.”

Jake looked up at the clock. They had already used up over an hour. He muttered a curse, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with her.

“I didn’t mean to come so fast. I’m sorry,” she said, her voice a miserable whisper.

She looked so forlorn. “Mickey, I wanted you to. And I’m going to make you come again and again,” he promised.

She stood, eyeing him doubtfully, but with hope burning in her eyes. Wobbling for a moment, she turned. Jake growled at the sight of her bare ass as he retrieved the key. He unlocked the cuffs, but stilled her when she tried to face him. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer, he tore open the foil pack with his teeth and slipped it on with shaking hands. He pressed a hand to her nape, pushing down until she was bent at the waist, steadying herself on the chair arms, her ass firm against his rock-hard erection.

Jake kneaded her cheeks, squeezing and spreading her firm bottom. “Oh this is going to be so fucking good, Gracie,” he rasped, palming her ass with one hand and gripping his cock with the other, rubbing the thick head against her moist entrance. She whimpered in anticipation.

Hoping he didn’t lose his mind and explode the second he entered her, Jake pressed forward carefully. He gritted his teeth to steel himself against the tight, hot column of her sex. Finally, he was buried deep, where he stayed, trying to maintain an ounce of control.

Mickey remained in place, luxuriating in the feel of his thick cock, allowing her body to stretch in welcome accommodation.
God, he feels…unbelievable.
The pressure began to build again, heat radiating from her core. She was so full and he was pulsing directly against her G-spot. Sweet. She pressed backward reflexively and Jake groaned. She did it again, this time squeezing her inner muscles. He swore roundly and grabbed her hips in both hands, pulling her away from him then sliding her back onto his dick. He began to ride her hard, using her hips to work her over him again and again. She felt a second orgasm building fast, pulling her toward the abyss.

Anchored deep inside her, Jake paused again to get a firmer grip. He released one of her hips to slowly trace the shadowy crevice between her ass cheeks. Her bottom twitched against him. He gave her a sharp squeeze, reveling in the feel of her firm flesh against his palm. Mickey groaned, and Jake groaned back. She liked it. The idea that her body responded so nicely to the pleasure pain made his cock swell even more.

Again, he kneaded and squeezed harder, this time accompanied by a press of his hips, seating himself even deeper within her. Mickey cried out, an incoherent sob as she pushed against him. “You like that, Gracie?” he coaxed, caressing, then squeezing.

Jake closed his eyes as her body began to tighten around him, gripping him like a fist. He halted his onslaught of pleasure pain, and slid a hand between them where they were joined. His fingers sought out the warm wetness of her body and he bathed them until they were slick with her juices. He slid his index finger between her cheeks until it was pressed flush against the little knot of darkness there. Gently, he worked his digit into her ass, pumping his hips in decadent counterpoint, sliding his cock deep into her hot pussy, then sliding his finger deeper into her ass.

Mickey felt a wash of momentary embarrassment at the ass play, but it was quickly overshadowed by ecstasy as Jake filled her completely, everywhere. She tried not to scream, but he was pounding his cock into her now, buried to the hilt, bucking inside of her as he cleverly moved his finger smoothly, deeply, in and out of her ass. Thrusting, thrusting….

A keening rose low in Mickey’s throat and she felt her whole body clamp down, gripping him, then exploding. Waves rocked and pulsed through her as she trembled and shook beneath him, his steely length continuing its relentless pounding.

Jake held on tight, trying to hold back, but the greedy pull of her ever tightening pussy milking him, sucking at him, was just too much. Staring down at the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen, he plowed into Mickey one last time, hard. He let out a bellow as the tension pooled low in his groin, swelling his dick even further, tightening his balls to almost pain before the hot cum pulsed forward. It moved up his length and out of his body as waves of euphoria crashed over him.

Long moments passed as the room grew silent but for the sound of their heavy breathing. Jake pulled himself from her gently and turned her to face him. He attempted an arrogant smile, but it felt false on his lips. “Well, Gracie. That was pretty damn good. And we still have a couple hours left,” he said with as much nonchalance as he could manage.

Dammit, why does it feel so weird
? He had just had the best sex of his entire life and he felt somehow unsatisfied, like he wanted to curl up next to her and kiss her forehead or rub her back and talk or something.

He gave himself a mental shake. She had been a really hot piece and he was just marinating in a spectacular postsex haze. She was just another chick, albeit a gorgeous one, and in a few minutes, once the euphoria wore off, he’d be back to normal.

Mickey cleared her throat. “You did a fine job. I appreciate it. Could you close your eyes so I can dress?” she asked primly. Her face flamed as he stared.

“We still have two hours.”

He swore to himself even as he said it. He sounded like such a loser, begging her to stay. But damn it, he knew it had been good for her, so why the rush to leave all of a sudden?

“I’m sorry, I just can’t. This was really great, but I’m really confused right now and I think I need to go.”