A Ceasefire in Prague (Jenna's Grand Tour, Part 5)

"Hey Baby," Wolfe's smokey voice said in Jenna's ear, so loud and clear her whole body thrummed with pleasure.

"Oh thank God!" she couldn't help herself saying, so relieved that he had finally answered after her fifth attempt at calling him. She had been so desperate to hear his voice.

"How's it going sweet thing? How are all those hot European men?"

"Not so hot," she said with feeling. "It's so cold here, and I miss you."

"Don't tell me you're saving yourself for me?" he rasped sexily. "I don't want you missing out on any action."

Suddenly Jenna felt annoyed with him. Why did he always have to be so broad-minded? Why for once in his life couldn't he be just a little bit possessive? She wanted him to be jealous and territorial, she realized, and she had no idea where that sudden desire had come from. She had always loved his sense of freedom and adventure, so why the sudden change in her?

"Is your wet little pussy missing Wolfe's big hard cock?" he growled and despite her annoyance, her nipples automatically hardened in response. It was so good to hear dirty words whispered to her in a familiar American accent.

"Shall I tell you what my naughty cock's been up to?" he asked and her annoyance was back in full force. She didn't want to know, but she couldn't admit that to him. It would make her sound far too clingy and possessive. He was already telling her anyway, his voice lowering an octave in excitement at relaying the outrageous story. "You should have seen the guy," he was saying. "I had a hard on just looking at him. Shit, he was built, and so young. Fuck, I love those College guys. They act like they're such studs but get their defences down and they will do anything."

Jenna closed her eyes and tried not to picture him naked with another man, but it was impossible with his voice giving her a blow-by-blow account of the action, literally.

"You should have seen him, Jenna. He came so hard, his spunk shot in the air. I don't think he'd ever been fucked in the ass before and he loved every minute of it. By the time I'd finished with him he'd forgotten his own name."

"Jesus, Wolfe," she said. "Do you have any boundaries?" She couldn't help the judgmental tone in her voice and he was suddenly silent on the other end of the phone.

"You usually like my stories," he said quietly.

"I'm tired," she said. "I've had a long day. You haven't even asked me where I am."

"OK. Where are you?"

"Prague," she mumbled sulkily.

"And how's Prague?"

"Cold," she said.

"OK."

She was silent for a moment.

"Want me to get you off?"

"No!" she said. "I have to go," and she hung up.

She put her cell phone back in her bag, and looked up from the table in the quiet cafe. Sean Lynch was striding towards her, his black wool hat pulled down low on his head, his usual five o'clock shadow covering his chin, his hands in the pockets of his big wool coat, and she desperately wished that she had never met him.

***

After Berlin, they had been to Warsaw and Jenna had stayed clear of both alcohol and Sean Lynch. She had written her Berlin article, interviewed her Warsaw guy (a street artist) and caught up on some much needed sleep. Wolfe, her lover back in Florida, had been maddeningly incommunicado which had given her two days to stew over her what a mistake it had been to give into drug fuelled lust for a bad mannered and inexplicably sexy Brit. She guessed Sean was feeling pretty much the same way since she barely saw him the whole time they were in Poland. There were moments, particularly when she woke with a start in the dead of night, when she had to admit that Sean's sexiness wasn't actually that inexplicable. In fact, now she had actually fucked him, his sexiness was all too explicable, her body could vouch for that fact even if her mind was struggling with the concept. Maybe he would quit the assignment. If her luck was in.

He sat down next to her at the cafe table looking uncomfortable, barely able to give her eye contact as he said, "All right?"

She just shrugged and picked up her teacup. She was horrified to realize she was feeling a little tearful so she took a gulp of the scalding tea and stared into the middle distance.

Sean gestured to the waiter and ordered tea and a piece of chocolate cake. Jenna looked at him in surprise.

"What?" he said.

"You don't strike me as the tea and cake type."

"There is a lot you don't know about me, love," he said giving her wry little smile. Then he seemed to notice something, and holding her chin in his warm hand and examining her face asked, "Have you been crying?"

"No!" she said, flinching at his sudden touch.

"Yes you have. What's up?"

She stared at him blankly, knowing that her eyes were still swimming with tears and that it was probably futile to carry on pretending.

"I just talked to my boyfriend back home and he really pissed me off."

"You have a boyfriend?" Sean asked, surprised.

Jenna nodded, a little guiltily.

"And you..."

"Yes, OK. We have a fairly open relationship," she admitted. "But sometimes I find it a little hard to handle."

He raised his eyebrows.

"I know!" she said, "Pretty hypocritical of me."

"I couldn't handle that myself," he said. "When I have a woman, I don't want anyone else going anywhere near her."

"Isn't that a little Neanderthal of you?"

He held his hands up in the air. "That's me. One hundred percent caveman."

She laughed, and she couldn't help it, a little bit of herself felt quite thrilled by his words.

"So I'm gathering you don't have a woman at the moment?"

"Would I be fucking my way across Europe if I did?"

Jenna winced. Somehow she didn't like the idea that she was just one more stop on Sean Lynch's sex tour of Europe. It seemed that her hypocrisy knew no bounds at the moment.

"So what has your boyfriend done that's upset you?" he asked.

"It's not what he's done. It's the fact that he insists on regaling me with every little detail as if it's big and clever. Sometimes I think he's a little bit of a psychopath," she said and then blushed because she couldn't believe she had been so honest, and to Sean Lynch of all people.

"It's amazing what gets some people going," he said in a matter of fact tone as the waiter arrived with his tea and cake.

Jenna looked at Sean's solid features, and sturdy jaw and thought about his flat Northern vowels and straightforward way of talking. "I bet you're pretty straight," she said.

"Oh I don't know about that," he said. "As you know, I can get a little rough," and he grinned at her from below his long eyelashes and then was suddenly serious. "By the way, I've been meaning to apologize for that."

"No need," she said, a little embarrassed.

He cleared his throat. "And a while back I had a threesome with two Swedish flight attendants," Sean said.

Jenna raised her eyebrows at him in disbelief.

"No, honestly," he laughed. "It sounds like a bad porn movie, but it's true. They were fucking terrifying. Stripped me naked in about five seconds flat and had my cock in their mouths before I could stop them. They were both screaming like pros and telling me to 'fuck me with that huge dick'. Honestly, it was almost too much. Talk about performance anxiety. I was fucking one of them with her legs spread and the other was lapping away at her mate's pussy and I was desperate to shoot my load but had to keep going just for pride's sake. It was a task and a half, I can tell you. It was far too much like hard work for my liking."

Jenna laughed. "You're too lazy to be kinky aren't you?"

"Oh I don't know about that," he said with a wicked glint in his eye. "In certain circumstances I can be persuaded..."

She gulped and reaching for a fork took a bite of his cake, which was still sitting untouched in front of him.

"I bet you've done a few things in your time," he said, obviously keen on continuing the topic they were on.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said coyly and immediately regretted it when he leaned closer.

"Yes I would actually."

"I don't think this is the time or the place."

He raised his eyebrows at her and she could have sworn that her panties shifted slightly. The man had almost magical powers sometimes.

"When is the time and the place then?" he said in a low voice.

How in the hell had they got onto this topic in the first place, thought Jenna, and how had she gone from being tearful about Wolfe to wanting to get down and dirty with Sean again so quickly?

"Let's go back to the hotel," he said, still leaning towards her. "Your interview isn't until this evening."

***

I really shouldn't be doing this, thought Jenna, as Sean deftly undid her bra and then slid his hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumb and finger. He was still in his coat and she was almost naked now, standing in a daylit hotel room in nothing but a cotton thong, stay-up stockings and her 3-inch heels. She seemed to be making a habit of this, as if she were some kind of call girl and he was a client. The thought made her shockingly turned on.

She hung on to the lapels of his coat as he sucked her nipples into his mouth and gave into the fact that he was undeniably sexy, and she wanted him badly, even now when she was completely sober and all she had imbibed was a cup of tea and one bite of chocolate cake.

She moaned loudly to let him know exactly how much she wanted him and his hands looped under the tiny strings of her panties and pulled so she could feel the material tug against her clit. His mouth left her breasts and moved to her lips, kissing her deeply and wetly and moaning against her, his fingers dipping into her panties and sinking into her wetness, making her shake and grind against him.

He pushed her down onto the bed and she looked up at him longingly, her legs spread.

"Please take some clothes off," she said.

He laughed and pulled his coat off, then very slowly and teasingly tugged his sweater over his head, and dramatically threw it across the room. Then he took hold of the hem of his T-shirt with crossed arms and ever so slowly eased it over his torso revealing inch by inch of taught flesh, and then the hair on his chest and then his lovely strong shoulders as the T-shirt too came over his head and was thrown on the floor. He smiled at her as his hands went to the buttons of his jeans and he undid them one by one. Jenna licked her lips as he eased his jeans down and saw he was wearing a very nice and tight pair of jockey shorts that revealed the thick ridge of his erection. She murmured her approval as he eased them down and his cock sprang outwards.

"Very nice," she said. "Now come here."

He kicked off his boots and pulled off his socks and then ran his hands down her stockinged legs and over her shoes,

"You're keeping these on," he said, grinning up at her. "I told you I could be kinky."

Shuffling further up the bed and opening her legs wider, Jenna pulled him onto her.

"No time for foreplay, Mr Caveman," she said. "Just get inside me now."

And pulling her panties to one side, he obliged by nudging the thick head of his cock against her. But he didn't thrust into her as she was expecting. Instead he stared down at her with an intent look on his face and rocked his hips slightly and rubbed against her, easing the tip of his cock in slightly but no further.

She grabbed his ass and tried to pull him into her but he held back with gritted teeth and continued to rock slightly, pulling out and rubbing against her clit and then dipping just his tip back into her pussy.

"Sean, you're killing me!" she cried, digging her fingers into his flesh, her high heels kicking above his back.

"Wait for it," he said. "I'm in charge now."

"Oh God, Sean!" she moaned, as he continued to torture her. "Sean, I'm going to come!" she screamed as his cock slid over her clit.

Then with a groan, he thrust into her, sliding suddenly against all her nerve endings, slamming down so hard his balls smashed against her and she came around his cock in mad convulsions, and she was still coming when he started to slide in and out, so one orgasm just led seamlessly to another, and it seemed to her that she was coming for what seemed like forever. This time he pulled out and pumped his cock with his hand so he could watch himself shoot his sticky seed all over her belly, and Jenna trailed her fingers in the mess. That, unfortunately just got Sean hard and excited all over again which led to an even more feverish round two in the shower, which consequently meant that they were late for their interview.

***

This had to stop, thought Jenna, as she apologized profusely to an annoyed concert pianist. It was so unprofessional, but unfortunately her satisfied pussy didn't seem to care, especially when Sean Lynch was just behind her, smirking that exasperating, panty twisting grin.