Jack made sure he was out of the office most of the next day. He would occasionally call Jenna to check on things and even over the phone she could sense his embarrassment. Not surprising really, considering only yesterday he had been sitting in the chair opposite where she was sitting right now, hard cock in his pumping fist, calling out her name. It had been Jenna who had instigated the whole thing, but she had hardly forced him into it. She’d only played with her nipples a little and he’d been raring to go.
God, she missed him. She was used to being able to gaze at his lovely face every day.
Jake called midday. He needed to call on a client in Shirley, did she fancy hooking up? Why not, she thought. Some vigorous fucking from Jake might do her good. She had a lot of sexual tension to release. Just thinking about Jake’s hot young body and what she could do with it, got her a little excited. Jack had competition; he wasn’t the only gorgeous guy around. However, he was the only gorgeous guy she couldn’t have, she grimly reminded herself.
She played with herself a little thinking about what Jake looked like when he came; how his spunk shot out of his dick as if from a cannon, and how he groaned as if he had been stabbed. For some reason, that pained moaning always made her come too. She had never bothered to analyse it.
Just as she was about to lock up and go home, Jack appeared. He stood in the doorway, a little rumpled as usual, dark shadows under his eyes. He always looked like a kid who couldn’t quite dress himself properly. Something was always untucked or askew. Today his green eyes looked tired and she wanted to hold him.
When he saw her, he stopped in his tracks and what he was about to say clearly died in his mouth. He just stood there, hand on the door handle, brow furrowed. God, he looked sexy when he scowled.
She smiled nervously at him, and said “You OK?”
“No,” he said, running his hand through his thick brown hair. “You?”
“I’ve been a bit lonely today,” she said, sounding slightly whiny which she really hadn’t intended. She didn’t want Jack thinking she was clingy and needy.
He finally walked into the room and dumped his briefcase on his messy desk. He pulled out a thumb drive from his pocket and it made her eyes go straight to his crotch. Now she knew what he had in those pants, it was really hard not to stare.
His hand went up to his tie, and he tugged it off. She was sure he hadn’t intended it to be a seductive maneuver but it went straight to her groin, and she even moaned slightly and shifted in her chair, remembering what his bare chest looked like with its virile covering of hair.
“Jack,” she said breathlessly, but he held a warning hand out to her.
“Don’t Jenna,” he said in a whisper. “This is killing me.”
She gulped with surprise at his words and couldn’t help gazing questioningly at him.
“You’re killing me,” he said staring directly into her eyes. His dark green gaze was so intense she found herself standing and walking towards him, despite his defensive gesture.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she said softly, “It’s just that I want you so badly.”
“Oh God, Jenna,” he said with a sigh and reached out to her, grabbing her upper arms in a surprisingly firm grip. “We can’t do this,” he rasped, at the same time as pulling her towards him.
She helplessly arched her face up to his, and their lips met. She sighed with the relief of finally feeling him against her. He tasted wonderful, like coffee and the cinnamon gum he liked to chew, and his clever tongue ran across her lips before it pushed inside, mouth devouring her. A moan escaped from his throat and his erection pressed into her as his hands found their way to her bottom and grabbed at her desperately. He leaned backwards against his desk and Jenna fell against him, his hands grinding her against his hard groin, her hands pushing through his silky hair, all the time sucking at each other like it was the last thing they would ever do.
She reached down and unzipped his pants, and his hand suddenly clamped over hers and his lips pulled away from her. “Can’t do this,” he forced out, gently pushing her away from him.
He held her at arms length, both of them breathing heavily. She was frozen with arousal.
“You’re so beautiful, Jenna,” he said, “But I can’t do this to Suzy.” And zipping up his pants, he grabbed his briefcase and was gone, door slamming shut after him.
She was left standing in the middle of the office totally turned on, and totally ashamed of herself.
When she got home, Jake was waiting in his pick-up. She didn’t even bother saying hello, she just grabbed his hand and said, “Inside now!” pulling him up the path.
Once inside her apartment she got down to stripping him out of his clothes while he stood in her living room looking excited. The shirt was first, then the jeans, then she stopped briefly to gaze at his hardening cock in his tight white underpants. She loved these pants he wore. They made him seem all clean and innocent; ready to be violated. And they hugged his cock beautifully. She ran a finger along its rigid length then grabbed the waistband and tugged them down, his erection springing out eagerly. She took his hand again and dragging him into the bedroom pushed him down onto the bed. He lay spread eagled, buck naked, gazing up at her. She stopped for a moment and suddenly realised what she’d like to do, what would exorcise the frustration of the afternoon.
“Don’t move,” she said and went to the dresser. Opening the second drawer she pulled out a couple of silk scarves. A wicked grin spread over Jake’s face as she walked towards him, and his cock twitched with anticipation. His hand went to stroke it, but she brushed it away.
“Bad boy,” she said, and grabbing his wrist, tied the silk scarf tightly around it and tethered it to the iron bedstead above his head. Then she moved over to his other side and did the same with his other wrist.
She stood at the end of the bed surveying him. “Don’t you dare speak,” she said firmly.
It was a mouth-watering sight. He was spread out in front of her in all his considerable glory. His arms being lifted above his head emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, and the shape of his pectoral muscles. His smooth brown chest led to the ridges of his hard abs. His toned legs, with their long lean muscles were lightly covered with blonde hair. Even his feet were pretty. Then there was his beautiful cock, large and hard and perfectly shaped reaching almost to his navel. His face wasn’t bad either. He had sky blue eyes, a smattering of freckles and pink lips that were permanently turned up in a cheeky grin. Now his pupils were so dilated his eyes were dark. He fixed her with a rapt gaze as he waited for her next move. God, he could make a fortune in gay porn, she thought. But right now he was all hers.
There were so many things she could do to him. How to choose? She was still fully dressed as well, but that could wait. She was going to tease him mercilessly first.
She smiled as he grew impatient, his feet shuffling and his hips thrusting slightly. “Stop that,” she ordered, “I didn’t say you could move.” She kneeled between his legs and put her hands on the bed either side of his hips and leant towards his cock, which involuntarily rose towards her mouth. Oh my, she was hungry. She took her time before sticking out her tongue and licking the salty head. He groaned, loudly. “Shush,” she snapped, really hoping this wouldn’t be over too soon, but then he did have a remarkable recovery time so maybe that didn’t matter. She licked him again, this time all the way up the shaft. She felt him pull against the restraints, smiled to herself and stood up.
“No!” he cried, “Please Jenna!”
“I told you not to speak,” she smiled. He moaned and rocked his head from side to side, blonde hair falling over his forehead. God, she was torturing him!
What next? She leant over him again, making sure her hair brushed over the skin of his belly and gave one of his flat brown nipples a firm lick. When he groaned she closed her teeth round it and nipped. This made him try to push his groin towards her but she moved away to avoid contact. He’d done the same to her before and it was pay back time.
Time to take off some clothes, she thought. She made sure he had an uninterrupted view and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She eased it off her shoulders, and then unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor. She then looked down at her breasts and cupped one of them, running a thumb over the tight nipple. She looked at Jake and he was staring at her, running his tongue over his lips. He was almost salivating. She moved towards him and placed a nipple against his lips so he could suck on it greedily. She moved back again and kicking off her shoes, unzipped her pants, easing them over hips and feet. She stood for a while lazily running a hand over her softly rounded stomach and dipping it into her black panties which elicited a satisfying moan from the man tethered to her bed. So she sunk her fingers into her wet folds, and then pulled her panties to one side so he could see how wet she was.
“Fuck,” he gasped and his cock jerked against his belly.
She ignored him and continued to play with herself, eyes closed, pretending to be totally absorbed, but all the time listening to Jake’s hungry little moans. Eventually she pulled her hand away. She wanted Jake to make her come. She tugged her panties down without finesse and got onto the bed straddling his head so her pussy hovered above his face. He stared up at her as if it was the best thing he’d ever seen.
“If you make me come I might be kind to you,” she said and lowered herself down onto his waiting mouth. He immediately sucked at her clit and eagerly ran his hot tongue up and down her slit. She ground her hips to intensify the sensation, and the slurping noises he was making helped drive her to a ridiculously fast and world-class orgasm.
“Good boy,” she gasped, reluctantly removing her satisfied pussy from his face, “Now what can I do for you?”
He was obeying orders and not speaking but his gleaming eyes and thrusting pelvis told her exactly what he wanted. She licked down his chest, humming with pleasure and brushing her nipples against his cock as she went. He was just so god damned delicious. When she reached his cock she grasped it and hungrily slurped around the head. She wasn’t going to tease him now. She was going to give it to him, and give it to him quick. He thrust his straining dick into her mouth as she slid her slick mouth up and down, sucking him into her. She could hear his moans grow louder and she plunged her fingers into her soaking wet slit, frigging herself furiously as she sucked him. His cum shot into the back of her throat and there was that pained yelp which drove her to another frantic orgasm. She slumped off the bed and onto the floor, swallowing his thick cum, fingers still in her pussy. She lay there for some time dazedly staring at the ceiling.
“Jenna?” a tentative voice said.
She laughed and pulled herself up to look at him over the edge of the bed.
She didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so gorgeous. A satiated man lying naked, tied to her bedstead, semi hard cock lying against his leg, the cum she hadn’t managed to catch glistening on his hard abs. She was tempted to grab a camera.
“Look at you,” she purred, “I could just eat you up.”
“I think you just did,” he said. “Are you going to untie me?”
“No,” she said firmly, “I haven’t finished. I haven’t fucked you yet.” She could see he was making his usual miraculously fast recovery as she crawled up his body, ready for orgasm number three.