It was mid day and Jenna and Wolfe were still lying in the Mayor’s tangled sheets. Jenna was licking her way across Wolfe’s chest and down his stomach, when he gently ran a hand through her hair and looked down at her with this dark lashed blue eyes.
“Run away with me,” he said.
Jenna laughed. “How long have you known me? Less than a day?”
“So?” he said as she returned to her licking, this time down his happy trail.
“But I love Joe,” she said, as she licked lower and felt him tremble, neither of them missing the irony.
“He doesn’t love you,” he gasped, as she blew hot air onto the head of his cock.
“How do you know?” she asked, giving him a firm lick.
He took hold of her hair and turned her head towards him fixing her with a serious look. “He has a hard time loving anyone.”
“I have a life here.” She was so tempted to just suck him into her mouth. That would shut him up.
Now it was Wolfe’s turn to laugh. “Come on! How long have you been here, Jenna? Summer’s over. Fall’s coming. Let’s go to Florida,” he said, gazing at her bare backside bathed in late summer sunshine and stroking a soft cheek.
“I don’t trust you,” she said as his fingers slipped between her legs and her pussy responded, not caring about how trustworthy he was.
His fingers slid into her wet folds. “So? Don’t tell me you didn’t feel a connection the minute you saw me?”
“Don’t give me that shit. Have more respect for me,” Jenna said, knowing that it wasn’t actually shit. The moment he had walked through the door of the bar, something had hit her in the solar plexus, and it wasn’t just lust. It was a recognition, a repressed memory almost. It was like looking at herself. “But she wasn’t going to admit that to him. “You’re a con man! And a blackmailer!”
“I only blackmailed Joe because he was being such a dick to me,” he said, rubbing her folds slowly.
“Oh that’s OK then,” she said sarcastically.
“You know what he’s like, Jenna. So stubborn. Always has to have control. He was screwing me and still saying he was straight. I couldn’t stand it any more.”
“You would get bored with me after a week and go off with some rich guy.”
“Might not. Wouldn’t it be worth finding out? We’d have so much fun, Jenna. You liked watching two guys getting it on didn’t you? We could do that again with some hunk we picked up off the beach. I could fuck him in the ass while you sucked him off. We’d make a great team, “ he said as his fingers continued to slip over her and into her, his hardening cock twitching on his belly. “Or you could fuck me all day. I know you want to.”
“I can already fuck Joe whenever I want. And he’s good,” she managed to say through the moan that caught in her throat.
“Not as good as me, “ he said with confidence, finger dipping into her, and then added, “It’s Joe who will leave you for a man, you know.”
Jenna looked at him aghast. She couldn’t believe how manipulative he was. To work on her biggest fear was just mean.
“He’s been lying to you all this time. You definitely can’t trust him. Not now. All that denial will get to him soon enough, and his gayness will out. He’s a bigger homo than I am!”
Jesus, he was good at this. He pulled her towards him and covered her lips with his, slipping in his tongue. He was good at that too.
“You’re too good looking,” she said weakly, pulling away from him and caressing his curls. “Everyone would be trying to get with you. I couldn’t stand it.”
He grinned. “Is that the best you can come up with?” and with no warning, he pushed a finger into her ass hole, which should have made her mad, but it just made her moan instead.
Gazing at her, he said “Jesus, I’m as hard as nails,” and he wrapped a hand round his ridiculously erect cock, which was thick and purple, pointing directly at her. Had he got that hard just from fingering her? “I want to fuck you again. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny for a woman.”
She straddled him and hovering over him, said in resigned voice, “Come on then. Get it over with.”
And he laughed as he sunk his cock into her, and was laughing and moaning at the same time as he thrust hard and gripped her ass.
***
Afterwards, he lay in her arms and she kissed his forehead. “Come and stay at mine tonight,” she said, “Don’t leave yet.”
“You do realise, I may have to continue persuading you.”
“That was what I was hoping.”
***
Jenna and Wolfe managed to keep their hands off each other for about six hours. They napped, and then showered separately. They went shopping. They cooked and they ate. But once they had finished eating, Wolfe started to fix Jenna with his steamy blue gaze and before she knew it they were grappling with each other on the sofa like a pair of teenagers left home alone for the evening. His hand was down her pants, and her hands were up his T-shirt, running over the smooth skin of his back. Their lips were mashed together for what seemed like hours. Their kisses sometimes soft and exploring, at other times hard and desperate. She hadn’t made out like this for years. Why had she ever stopped? Too busy to get to the finishing straight she supposed. Wolfe said it reminded him of being fifteen when he still only did girls. Jenna imagined what he must have been like at fifteen and felt inappropriately turned on.
At some point the phone rang but Wolfe said against Jenna’s lips, “Don’t answer it. It’ll be Joe”
Jenna had actually forgotten about the Mayor. It was like she was in a separate world that contained only her and Wolfe and no moral complications. She wanted to stay in this world until at least tomorrow so she let the phone ring and ring while she squirmed under Wolfe’s hot body.
They eventually moved it to the bedroom but still took forever to start shedding clothes. Even then Wolfe insisted she keep her panties on and he pulled them to one side to gain access. He obviously wanted to continue the teenage fantasy to the point of almost coming in her hand before he had even achieved penetration. He managed to hold out but only for a few thrusts, and his ecstatic groan could have come from a virgin.
For once, she hadn’t come. All that foreplay had actually taken her past the point of orgasm. No matter what Wolfe tried, nothing happened. She just hovered on a plateau of extreme stimulation and it actually started to become painful. She had the female equivalent of blue balls.
“We need to give it a rest,” Wolfe eventually decided, much to her relief. “We’re going to kill each other,” he laughed and collapsed onto his back, legs and arms spread.
Jenna lay next to him and stared at the ceiling. What was happening? She had never felt like this before, not even with the Mayor the night of that charity function when they’d fucked in about ten different positions. This thing with Wolfe wasn’t like that. Her emotions were already involved, she realised with a jolt of fear. Glancing at Wolfe, whose eyes were closed but a little smile of wonder played on his face. His were too. It was mutual.
How could they have fallen in love in twenty-four hours?
All summer she had thought she was in love with her boss, Jack. From the first moment he had opened the newsroom door to her, she had seen his intelligence and kindness. His scruffiness and total lack of organisation had been so endearing, but also his loyalty to his wife and children. So when she had met the Mayor she had been swept along with lust for his over abundance of testosterone and commanding tone. No one had ever fucked her like the Mayor did; with a mixture of singular concentration, determination and complete confidence. She had been impressed with his straight talking but she now realised that underneath that confident, manly exterior he was masterfully hiding a secret. She couldn’t live with someone so deep in denial.
And then there was Wolfe. Beautiful, sexy, totally unreliable Wolfe. So unreliable he couldn’t even decide if he preferred men or women. But he wasn’t in denial. He was open and honest. Well, as honest as a blackmailer could be. She looked at his perfect profile and pondered his contradictions. Honest and dishonest. Open and guarded. Straight and gay. Self reliant and loving. Would she ever be able to work him out?
He turned his head and fixed her with his blue eyes. “So, what are you going to do?” he said as if he could read her mind.
“Let’s not talk about it until the morning,” she said. She wanted this magic time with him, to pretend that everything was simple, to not talk.
As ever, he immediately understood and pulling her into his arms, kissed her passionately and thoroughly. He stripped her out of her virginal panties, and kissed every inch of her naked trembling body. He sucked at her nipples until she was writhing on the bed. He licked her pussy until she was begging him to stop, then he entered her slowly and deliberately, looking down at her solemnly as he slid in and out of her, watching her throw back her head and gasp his name as she came.
***
In the morning, she woke to find his fingers already caressing her clit, his hot breath against the nape of her neck. “Wolfe,” she said steadily, “I’ll come to Florida with you.”
He was going to break her heart, but she didn’t care.
To be continued...
Please read the sequel 'Jenna's Grand Tour' in which a magazine sends Jenna on an assignment in Europe: 9 countries, 9 men to interview, and one hot as hell photographer.
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