Jenna's feet were appreciating the cosy warmth of her wooly socks and Hunter boots in a snow surrounded Schönefeld airport, but her pride was being seriously dented. She huddled in her down coat in the line for a taxi, the big dark bulk of the magazine's photographer, Sean Lynch, towering silently above her and missed her 3-inch heels, badly. She hated the fact that he was so far above her, puffing clouds of frozen breath into the cold air over her head, and giving her a disconcerting view of his strong chin. He clearly hadn't shaved this morning and his stubble was fast becoming a beard. Something visceral and instinctive inside her layers of clothes was stirring again and she clamped it down with fury. She was mad with her traitorous body for still responding this way when he had humiliated her by rejecting her just last night. Hell, she had to face facts, she had humiliated herself but it was still him she was angry with.
He looked down on her from his ridiculous height and grinned his lazy smirk, "You look cute in that hat."
He'd been like this all morning, behaving as if nothing had happened. In fact, the bastard thought it was funny. God, she hated him.
Many long torturous hours later and Jenna was feeling better thanks to several shots of Zubrowka vodka and the excellent company of some of the most beautiful and talented hipsters the city had to offer.
Her interview had been with the founder of a record label, currently fêted as a star of the techno scene. He was what Jenna was tempted to dub in her article 'a geek stud'. He was tall and wiry with a mop of dark hair that fell over his forehead and thick rimmed glasses planted on a large nose, but under his T shirt she could tell his body was gym honed, and her panties dampened looking at the tribal tattoo that ringed his tight bicep, as he articulately related the rapid rise of his media empire. His 'office' was more a playroom than a workplace and as the evening wore on they were joined by a crowd of his co-workers and friends all clearly gearing up for a long Friday night of unwinding, and from the appreciative looks some of them were giving Jenna she had the feeling she was welcome to tag along.
The feeling was confirmed when the geek stud, whose name was Marcus, cornered her in the unisex toilet, confidently backing her up against a wall. Thank God she was back in her heels, this time thigh high boots over skintight jeans. He placed a hand on the wall above her head and pulled a little zip lock bag from the pocket of his jeans.
"From now on," he said, "everything's off the record OK?"
"Sure," she said gladly. "It's officially Friday night. I'm off duty."
"And that hunky photographer of yours needs to put his camera away," he added, staring at her mouth, making her squirm slightly. "We're sensitive about privacy in Berlin. Later, we'll take you somewhere where they have a strictly no photos policy."
"OK," she said, a frisson of excitement running through her.
"And it will be a long night, so maybe you'd like one of these?" he added, pulling a pill from the bag and holding it out on the end of his finger.
"What is it?" Jenna asked warily.
"Ecstasy. Top quality," he said. "I'm old fashioned. I like my drugs a little retro like most other things."
She looked at the little white pill on the end of his finger and thought about the way Sean Lynch had looked down at her last night, with that maddeningly patient expression, just before he had walked out of the room.
"Open up," he said, and she did, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue so he could place the pill on it.
Jenna swallowed and then Marcus's mouth suddenly lowered onto hers and he was kissing her softly, his hands gently circling her waist, his hardening crotch just barely brushing against her. Her hands went to grasp his butt and pull him against her more forcibly but he moved away from her and taking her hand led her back to his office, where someone had put on some music and an unspeakably beautiful blonde woman was dancing in the middle of the room, her hips gyrating to the slow beat.
The club they eventually took her to was like nowhere she had ever been before. It was a huge industrial building in the middle of waste ground and in the thick snow looked like a scene in an old spy movie, especially with the long line of patient people swathed in thick overcoats and hats. It seemed even superstar hipsters had to queue for this place, as if they were all waiting to gain entrance to another country. Inside it was dark and hypnotic and incredibly sexy, especially when the drug began to take effect.
Jenna could feel Marcus's hand on the small of her back as she moved through the crowds and she leaned against him as the music seeped into her bones. His deep voice was saying something in her ear but she was lost in watching the people pass her, a shirtless man with a waxed defined chest, a girl with a shaved head and multiple piercings, a toweringly tall transvestite wearing a peroxide wig, a heartbreakingly beautiful boy with piercing blue eyes. At some point the music changed to dub reggae and she found herself dancing with a curvaceous woman in tight leather who grabbed her hips and moved against her in perfect time to the rhythm.
Then Marcus was holding her close again, standing behind her as she leaned against him and Jenna found herself watching a handsome man across the room, and it took her a moment to realize it was Sean. He was resting against a wall, looking dazed and overheated. His shoulders looked broad in his black shirt which was unbuttoned, showing the dark hair on his chest, and his head was thrown back, his mouth slightly open, his eyes hooded and long lashes fluttering as he looked down at the slender hand that was caressing the considerable bulge in his low slung jeans. It was only then that Jenna calmly noticed the hand belonged to the beautiful blonde who had been dancing in Marcus's office. Her tongue was flicking out and licking Sean's ear and his hand was tangled in her long shimmering hair.
Jenna suddenly felt so turned on watching them she pressed against Marcus and on cue his hands moved down her sides to caress her hips, as his hot mouth settled on her neck. She sighed and watched Sean grab the blonde and pull her closer to him. Marcus's mouth sucked on Jenna's neck, the hot pull sending a jolt of lightning straight to her core, as she stared at Sean's big hands moving over the blonde's tiny little bottom, barely covered by a silvery slip of fabric. Marcus's hard cock pushed against Jenna and his lips slid over her skin as Sean's fingers slipped under the hem of the blonde's skirt and easing her legs slightly apart disappeared somewhere that made the woman in his arms arch her back and clutch at his shirt. Jenna could see the blonde was trembling and that Sean was whispering something in her ear as his hand caressed her, his lovely lips murmuring something that made her clutch his shirt even tighter and grind against him. Jenna's legs shook, imagining the filthy words Sean might be saying in that deep voice of his.
Marcus sucked Jenna's earlobe into his mouth and it made her jump. She had almost forgotten he was there for a moment.
"Let's dance," he said, and grabbing her hand he dragged her away onto the dance floor where she stayed for what seemed like hours, chasing the promise of the music and the sheer joy of it all.
Jenna had no idea what time it was when she finally collected her coat and stumbled out into a cold and horribly bright light of day. She had no idea where Marcus was either or any of his friends, but she didn't care. The night was over and it was time to return to reality.
She slipped around in the sludge in her high heels and a strong hand caught her arm.
"Taxi?" Sean said, stubbing out his cigarette.
He looked tired. She hated to think what she looked like, but the lack of reflective surfaces in the club had meant she hadn't had to confront that issue. And it seemed the ecstasy was still in her veins because it was quite comforting having Sean's strong arm slung round her as they negotiated the melting snow, past the wire fences to the road.
"Hell of a night," he said once they were in the welcoming warmth of a cab, rushing through the ordinary Saturday streets.
Jenna looked at his tired face and wondered how far he had gone with that blonde, and felt a sudden pang of jealousy along with the usual jolt of unwanted arousal. His lips were slightly bruised looking, full and unbearable sensual against the contrast of his rough beard. She looked at his hand, resting on the seat beside her. His fingernails were neatly trimmed which was surprising. She reached out and touched him. He was warm.
"You're wasted aren't you?" he said smiling.
"Just a bit," she said.
They both stared at each other for a moment. Sean's pupils were pinpricks of black.
"I have a bloody hard on that just won't go away," he said, undoing the buttons of his coat.
Jenna looked at his crotch. He wasn't lying, it seemed. There was a sizeable erection straining the fly of his black jeans. Here was an opportunity for her to get her revenge but she was for too wound up and gone already to take it. She just wanted a good fuck and let's face it, she had been dying to fuck Sean Lynch for days.
Seeing her staring at his cock like that he didn't bother waiting for any response. He just grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him, planting his mouth on hers in a hot tobacco tasting kiss that stole her breath.
"What happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin," he rasped against her lips as he made another knee trembling assault, this time plunging his tongue into her mouth and grasping her hair so she had no option but to return the favour, not that she had any intention of turning him down, not when his mouth felt this good against hers and he tasted this sweet and his hands were holding her with such intoxicating force.
Jenna pressed herself against his big warm body and gave into the heat of his unexpected passion, clutching handfuls of the rough wool of his coat, as his tongue hotly thrust into her, coaxing desperate moans from somewhere deep inside her.
"Fuck, Jenna," he rasped, pulling away from her slightly and holding her face in his hands, running his calloused thumb along her bottom lip. "You're so fucking sexy."
She stared at him with glazed eyes and pushed her hands inside his coat, finding his shirt was slightly damp with sweat, his chest heaving under her hand. Running her palm down his body, she was pleased but not surprised to feel the hard muscles under the thin cotton and then the familiar ridge of his big cock under the denim of his jeans.
"Slow down," he gasped, glancing at the driver who was watching them in his mirror with intent dark eyes, but as Sean said the words he was spreading his legs so she could stroke the full length of him.
She watched his face in the weak winter light as she explored him, the dark shadows under his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering, his mouth swollen with her kisses. She felt dizzy and his hand wandered up one of her thighs, settling on her crotch and rubbing her just where she had been so desperate to be touched all night. He dropped his head and his lips closed on her neck, as his fingers stroked her, lighting a flash fire.
Jenna had begun gasping mindlessly when the car suddenly came to a halt and the driver coughed loudly.
Sean practically had to carry Jenna into the hotel her legs were so shaky. He held her under the arms and hawled her past the astonished tourists in the lobby, straight to his room. A cleaner was in there, tucking the sheets around the mattress and he barked "Leave!" at her and she scuttled out Then shrugging out of his coat the minute she shut the door, he turned to Jenna who was leaning against the desk and with no preamble unzipped her boots, tugged them off her feet and then pulled her jeans and panties off in one swift move, while she unzipped her jacket and threw it somewhere on the floor.
He stared at her neatly trimmed pussy. She spread her legs so he would be in no doubt just how ready she was and he ran his hand over his closely cropped hair, breathing heavily. They had been here before. Jenna was practically panting with anticipation. Surely he wasn't going to back out this time?
He shook his head slightly and then suddenly undid his jeans, pulled them down and grabbing hold of her hips, spun her around so she was facing the mirror that was above the desk. He ran a hand over her bottom, and trailed his fingers between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. Then he took hold of her top and tugged it over her head, so she was left in nothing but her bra. He stared at her in the mirror, then taking his cock in his hand rubbed it's thick head along the seam of her ass. Jenna moaned and leaned back, desperate for him to fill her but he continued to tease her, obviously enjoying the sight of his big cock lying along the valley of her butt cheeks, the feel of his tight balls against her soaking wet lips. His hands pulled her bra away from her breasts so that her nipples came free and he pinched them, making her cry out.
"What do you want Jenna?" he asked, his voice sounding rough. "Tell me what you want?" It was the first time he had spoken more than a couple of words since the start of the taxi journey, and the sound of his voice made her even wetter for him.
"Fuck me Sean. Fuck me hard," Jenna said, looking straight at him in the mirror.
And without breaking eye contact he rammed straight into her, his cock so hard she could feel every inch of him sink in as he slammed her painfully against the sharp edge of the desk.
"Oh God!" she moaned with shocked pleasure, her clit convulsing with the sudden stimulation.
He pulled out slowly and then pounded into her again, his hands grasping her hips. He managed this ecstatic withdrawal and entry once, twice, three more times, until she could already feel the muscles inside her start to pulse and contract and then he gave up all efforts of control and went at her like a man possessed, the desk rocking noisily against the wall, the sound of their bodies slamming together and their loud moans filling the room, his cock so hard and so mercilessly pounding in and out of her Jenna came so violently she almost passed out, her whole body shaking and jerking around him. Then he made one last long thrust and gripping her hips tight, he heaved her onto his cock, shooting his seed into her with a satisfied groan, coming for so long she thought he would never stop.
When he had eventually started breathing again, he slowly pulled out of her and picking her slumped body up in his arms, gently laid her on the bed where they both passed out and slept the sleep of the dead well into the evening.
Jenna woke up in the dark, disorientated and confused, her muscles aching. She was cold but there was a warm body next to her, which she curled towards. Heat radiated from him and she wrapped her naked body around him, tucking her head under his rough chin. She had a momentary thought that she should be in her own bed and she didn't want to be waking up in the sober light of morning in Sean Lynch's arms but before the thought could even settle she felt his cock stir against her belly and his hand move over her bottom, squeezing her gently. He murmured something unintelligible into her hair, as his hand moved round to cup her breast and his head bent down and his lips clamped over a nipple, sucking it wetly into his mouth. Just like that, all thoughts flew straight out of her head and the world was reduced to the dark head pressed against her breasts, and the hot mouth that was teasing delicious sensations from her ridiculously erect nipples, and the desperate neediness between her legs that was now rapidly building.
With a loud popping noise Sean pulled his mouth from her breast and pinning her hands above her head, rolled her onto her back, his erection pressing into her belly, his mouth landing hard and hot on hers. His beard grazed her chin, his chest hair was rough against her breasts, his weight heavy on top of her, the manliness and power of him an unbearable turn on. She opened her legs to him all too readily and wrapped them around him, so his cock was nudging against her wet opening and with a quick thrust of his hips he was inside her, stretching her wide, sinking in all the way to the hilt so his pubic hair ground against her mons and it felt so good and he filled her so completely, she could feel a glorious orgasm already building. His mouth left hers to once again suck on one of her nipples, so hard this time she yelped and at the same time he thrust forcefully into her, his cock swelling even more. He pulled away from her and grabbing her knees, yanked her legs wide apart as he pounded into her, watching his cock sinking in and out of her wet pussy, as he spread her legs. As Jenna's orgasm hit, she could tell he felt it because he gasped aloud, almost in surprise and stopped thrusting for a moment as her contractions gripped his cock.
"Fucking hell," he said, looking down at her with wonder. "I fucking felt that all right," and then he resumed his thrusts but with long languorous strokes, closing his eyes with the pleasurable effort until he muttered, "I'm going to come," and he trembled as he pumped into her, Jenna's eyes fixed on his face the whole time.
At some point in the night, she finally managed to stagger out of Sean's bed and back into her own and was woken in the morning by the ringing of her phone and then the harsh voice of her editor frantically wanting to know where the hell she had been.