Pushing her wine glass and empty dessert plate to the side, she lays her elbows on the table and pins me with an intense stare I have no hope of turning away from. I’m held captive by the wealth of emotion that resides in her dark chocolate depths.
“Alright, this is what’s going to happen.” I sit up and listen intently, her tone brooking no argument. “You’re gonna pay for dinner, because you’re a gentleman. Then you’re gonna driveme home. I’m not a great actress, so I’m not gonna pretend surprise when you kiss me goodnight. Not sure what your acting chops are like, so no need to act shocked when I invite you into my home. We’re gonna strip down and you’ll give me a fucking worthy of a Superbowl MVP quarterback, with a condom, we’ll sleep and do it all again tomorrow morning. You’ll ask for my number, I’ll give it to you, you’ll tell me you’ll call, but you won’t, and I’ll show up to practice Monday bowlegged, sexually satisfied, and in no way surprised when I never hear from you again.”
I swallow hard, my cock thickening in my pants at the thought of fucking her soon, but my head is a little confused about the rest. I’m most definitely going to call her, and text her, I’ll send fucking smoke signals if I have to. She’s incredible, I already know one night with her is not going to be enough.
I smirk, dragging my heavy-lidded gaze up her body, lingering on her mouthwatering tits, and then meeting her no-nonsense expression. “Or…?” I let it hang in the air, waiting for her to offer an alternative. Instead, all I get is several slow blinks and a stone-cold face. Why is that so hot?
“What do you mean ‘or’?”
“Jenna—” she cuts me, her palm up to stop me.
“Andres. I have had a wonderful time tonight. I am attracted to you and am a willing and happy participant in smexy times. But your life and job…I don’t want ‘this’,” she waves between us, “to interfere with the season. I don’t want to be disappointed. I don’t want my heart broken when it falls apart. And I don’t want the publicity. No point in dragging me through the tabloids for you to lose interest a month or two down the line, when you’re in Pittsburgh and I’m here, and I’m left watching strings of women on your arm in those same tabloids I want to avoid.”
“Wow.” That’s a lot to digest. “I’ve never met anyone so cynical. And that was all oddly specific. Who—”
She speaks over me, and I’m wise enough to shut my mouth. “If self-preservation is cynicism, then guilty as charged. Are we heading back to my place, OR are you heading back to your hotel and I’m going home for a hot bath while I pass judgement on strangers’ behavior?”
Stubborn. I don’t think that word is strong enough for Miss Jenna Nemac. There is obviously more going on. Something or someone that happened to her and caused her to think this way. I’m not gonna change her mind over dinner. I’m not a stupid man. Which means, I’m damn well gonna fuck her. Then I’ll set about showing her how wrong she is.
Shifting in my seat, I pull out my wallet and toss a few hundred-dollar bills on the table. Her eyes flare before she rolls them with a sigh. I’m not gonna try to explain why all that attitude causes my balls to pull up tight, my cock drooling in my boxer briefs. Something about Jenna just does it for me; pragmatic self-preservation and all.
Standing next to the table, I offer her my hand. She hesitates, just a brief second, but I see it, and I stifle the urge to grin. She’s not unaffected, she’s not cold and unfeeling. She’s protecting herself and since I don’t know her story, I can’t blame her for trying to keep herself from getting hurt.
I have no plans to hurt her. This entire evening has only confirmed what I felt before the game when I watched her shake her ass down the hall without a care in the world. Not having her in my life, letting the opportunity to get to know someone as phenomenal as her pass me by is a regret I’m not willing to entertain.
Her hand in mine, I squeeze as I lead her out of the restaurant to my rental car. I buckle her in, and as I pull back, I look into her eyes. She’s strong, no doubt about it, but I see the vulnerability she hides. I want to hold her, comfort her, protect her…but first, I’m gonna fuck her. I close the distance between us, my lips a hair’s breadth away from her pretty mouth and pause. Her breath hitches and I take that as my cue, leaning forward. Her lips are soft, but she’s unmoving. I chuckle, moving my mouth across hers and the moment she begins to melt into it, I lick across the seam of her mouth. Her tongue peeks out, slides along mine and retreats into her mouth, almost shyly. I don’t press for more; this was enough to last me until we get back to her place. When I pull back, she makes a whimpering noise that shoots lightning down my spine. I stand up, my arm on the top of the passenger door, and take a much-needed breath.
“Jesus!” she barks out, and I look down at her in alarm, her eyes bugging out as they stare at my crotch which is eye level. Shit. “Drive Jeeves!” She licks her lips, then glances at me from under her lashes with a sultry smirk. Her earlier shyness is gone, replaced with bravado and humor. “I have a date with a big dick!”
I shut the door in her face, her laughter loud enough to hear as I circle the front of the car. She’s still giggling as I take the driver’s seat and buckle in, start the car, and begin to pull out of the parking lot. I try for impassive, but the sound of her joy is infectious.
The drive to her house isn’t long, but by the time I pull into her driveway, I’m rock hard and breathing heavy in anticipation. Her mouth keeps up a steady commentary, I think about the college town, sprinkled with random facts that I’m beginning to think are her life’s blood. It’s hard to pay close attention since her hand is busy keeping up a steady stroke over my pants.
I turn off the car. My hands gripping the steering wheel so tight it creaks. Slowly, I swivel my head to look at her, the light from her porch enough to see her well despite the late hour. Her cheeks are flushed, the brown of her eyes nearly gone as her pupils dilate, and she’s chewing on her bottom lip like she didn’t just eat a three-course meal. Her nipples try their damndest to make their presence known despite her bra and dress.
“You are an evil woman.”
She grins unrepentantly. “I am.” My hand snaps out, grabbing the front of her dress, between her breasts. She gasps while I use my hold to drag her across the console and into my lap. Moaning, she rocks her fine firm ass on my cock, her fingers driving into my hair and tugging. She’s shameless as she uses me for her pleasure. Hard grip on her jaw, I smash our mouths together and push my tongue between her lips, giving her no chance to protest. Not that she wants to. Instead, our mouths fused, she finds the button on the side of my seat. My seat slowly moves backward, while she moves quickly to straddle me. When her hot pussy drops onto my clothed cock, I drop my head back and moan. One hand on her hip, I slide my other beneath the fabric of her dress and bra and find her nipple. I pinch it and she starts galloping in my lap, riding the ridge of my cock until she’s shaking, screaming her orgasm to the ceiling of my rental car.
Fuck. I’m gonna have to buy this car. This exact car. I don’t want anyone else driving this vehicle, don’t want anyone to smell her pleasure. I’m the only one who gets to revel in the spicy scent of her cunt.
I band my right arm around her body, holding her close to me, and open the car door with my left. I manage to get us both out of it without falling over. Her purse is in her hand, hitting the side of my thigh as I make my way up her sidewalk to her front door. She sucks on the thin skin of my throat, the intense wet heat ofher pussy soaking through my dress shirt while I rifle through her bag for the keys.
About eleventy billion years later, we’re through her front door and I slam her back against the wall and devour her mouth. She’s humping me, whining, ripping at my suit jacket and then my shirt. Buttons go flying and I don’t give a fuck, needing to be skin to skin with her like yesterday. I cup her face reverently, even as I maul her mouth, sliding them down her neck, over her shoulders, and then I grasp both sides of her neckline and pull as hard as I can. Her dress and bra rip and her perky tits bounce in freedom.
“You ripped my bra!” I force myself to look up at her, the hard tips of her tits taunting me. She’s not mad though, oh no, my girl is wrecked. “That’s so fucking hot! I love muscles!”
We pinball through her foyer, down her hall, and into her bedroom. Pictures fall, a vase smashes to the ground, and a table is askew, but neither of us cares. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life. Never wanted someone like I want Jenna. Crave her. Every kiss, every breathy moan, every inch of silky skin…my obsession grows until it’s a living breathing thing that demands satisfaction.
Naked, gasping, and already a little sweaty, I maneuver her to her back, her ass at the edge of the bed. My condom covered cock poised at her soaked entrance. “I’ll give you my mouth later, I can’t wait.”
“Oral is overrated.” She slaps her bare foot against my hip and then plants both feet on my chest. “Giddy-up. Let’s ride.”
“You’re spending time with the wrong men, Jenna.” I bend down and take a nipple into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue before nipping it with my teeth. Her back bows slightly, her pelvis rising, seeking.
“You might be right.” She moans brokenly, my tongue batting back and forth over her other nipple. I pin it to the roof of my mouth and suckle while driving into her forcefully, my cock butting up against something inside her that makes us both shake with pleasure. “Oh God!”
She’s so wet, impossibly hot, her pussy clutching me so tight. I bite her nipple gently, standing back up. Her feet back on my chest, knees slightly bent, I brace my arm over her shins, my other on her generous hip. In and out. Deeper. Faster. Harder. So fucking hard. The bed protests, sliding across the floor. Her cries fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. I feel her climax building, her inner muscles spasming wildly around my length. I slap the side of one bouncing tit, then cover it with my palm and squeeze. She cums violently on my cock, her entire body reddening, her breathing stalling, as she opens her mouth, arches her neck and screams to the heavens.
