Chapter Six
When we finally climbed out of the lake Paul said, “I feel better…or at least less like killing someone, thanks.”
“Anytime,” I told him. “But getting your last clean work outfit sweaty and then smelling like the dirty old lake is probably not too smart when your washing machine is still broken.”
“I have a washer that works,” he said.
“Thanks. Your bragging makes me feel better.”
He laughed. “I meant you can come wash your clothes at my house,” he said.
I was embarrassed again. I really thought he’d been teasing me. “Oh, well then, thanks for real,” I said. “I keep trying to make it to my mother’s house to wash a load or two…but she’ll turn it into a whole big visit and I’ll never get out of there. I just haven’t had that kind of time.”
“I promise not to turn it into a whole big visit,” he said with a smile as we jogged back to the gym.
“Why don’t you just leave your car here since you live so close and I’ll drive you back later?”
“Okay.” I locked up my car and got into his pickup with him. The police were still there and I saw Greg and Yolanda’s cars there too. It was going to be a long week for them. I intended to do everything I could to help them clean up as soon as the police released the building.
We were both lost in thought on our way to his apartment. I was thinking about first the gym and now the kiss. It was so funny to me how he kissed me like that out of the blue and then went on to act like nothing happened. He was a strange one, that’s for sure.
When we got into his apartment he left me in the living room and went into his room. A few minutes later he came back with a big, long T-shirt and handed it to me. “I don’t think I have any underwear that’ll fit you.” I was sure that he was kidding, but he’d said it so seriously that I hesitated for a second. He grinned then and I laughed.
“I think the T-shirt will work,” I told him. “I’ll do my best to sit like a lady.”
“Don’t stress about that on my account,” he said with another grin. My poor stomach was doing somersaults. He went into his room to change while I went into the bathroom and got out of the wet, dirty clothes and into his shirt. While I was in there I tried to repair my hair a little bit and wipe the mascara from underneath my eyes. I came out in the T-shirt that came down to my knees feeling a little strange about Paul knowing that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“The washer is in that big closet in the kitchen,” he said. He was sitting on the couch in dry clothes playing his nephew’s video game. Or maybe it was his game and he just let Victor play it. Either way he looked damned good doing it.
“Where is your nephew today?” I asked him.
“He’s at school,” he said.
“Oh, I forget what day it is sometimes since I usually work seven days a week.” I went in and opened the accordion doors in the kitchen where I found the washer and dryer. I put my clothes in and started it and then went back out to the living room. Paul had set two cold bottles of water on the coffee table in front of him. “Is one of these for me?” I asked him.
“Yep,” he said as he pushed a button and had the man he was controlling throw a punch that landed in the center of the other guy’s face.
“Thanks.” I took a long swig and said, “Where’s your sister?”
“Job hunting,” he said.
“Oh.” He played his game for a while and I watched and then suddenly, without knowing what came over me, I said, “Why did you kiss me earlier?” He stopped pressing buttons and his poor character on the game was suddenly getting beat down.
He finally said, “It was just an impulse, I guess.”
My mouth had already gotten warmed up so I said, “Oh, well if you feel any more impulses…please feel free to go with them.”
He grinned at me and put the controller down. Something, desire, lust…whatever you want to call it, jolted through my nerves and into my arteries and veins. It was a surge of warmth that I couldn’t put into words if my life depended on it…a chemical reaction maybe. He leaned toward me and I knew he was going to kiss me again. The anticipation of it was almost too much…he was moving too slowly. I fixed my arms around his neck and pulled him down until his lips met mine. I kissed him and then I ran my tongue along his lips and tasted him. He generously opened them for me, then, allowing my tongue to delve between them and explore the warm wet depths of his mouth. It was an explosive kiss, one that was fueled by the desire I had felt since the first second I’d laid eyes on him.
We kissed for a long time, taking turns tasting each other’s lips. He’d wrapped his hand up in my hair and it was tangled through his fingers and his other hand was resting on top of my thigh just underneath the edge of the T-shirt he’d given me. I wanted him to move it up higher. My pussy was soaking wet already and I was aching for him to touch me there. Instead, he let go of my hair and took both of my hands in his and pulled me up off the couch. He led me over to the front door where he locked it and then I followed him down the hall to his bedroom. He kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and guided me over to the bed. Then he sat down with me standing in front of him. He put his palms against the T-shirt on either one of my thighs and ran them up over my hips and my waist and the sides of my breasts, pushing the shirt off as he went. When it got up underneath my arms I pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. My bare breasts were even with his face now and my nipples were standing at attention. I couldn’t think about anything else except for how badly I wanted him to take them in his mouth. He didn’t disappoint.
With both hands he held on to my waist and pulled me forward gently, sealing his lips around one of my breasts. He began sucking on it while his tongue traced around the hard nipple that sat against his tongue. He kept opening his mouth wider until he took nearly the entire breast into his mouth and then he moved his face over and gave the other breast the same sweet, sexy attention. I was hardly holding myself up as I leaned my whole body into him and held on to the back of his head while his mouth made love to my tits. He slid his hands down as he sucked on me and let them slide across my backside and down to my thighs. Then he slid them back up and grabbed my ass and began to knead and squeeze in time with the sucking motions he was making on my breasts. He pulled my bottom half down so that my pussy was open and rubbing against his hard thigh as he sucked. He was sucking them so hard that the line between pain and pleasure was suddenly blurred. I didn’t care to examine it however…it was beautiful torture. Then as if that wasn’t at all enough, he let one of his hands rest on his thigh so that now when my pussy rubbed against him, he could run that finger along my outer lips and drive me crazy. Just that one little touch made my entire body convulse.
“Oh God!” I whispered in a throaty voice. He pulled his mouth off my nipple and looked up at me and smiled. He was still squeezing my ass and that glorious finger was now gently stroking my swollen clit as it peeked out between my lips. It was almost too much stimulation…almost. He slid his hands back up to my waist and gently pushed me back a step. Then he stood up in front of me and as our bodies brushed up against each other he stripped off his clothes. When he was naked and I was speechless, he turned me around so that my back was to the bed. He kissed me again…another hard, passionate kiss only this time there was nothing between us but skin. His hard muscles felt so good pressed up against me and his throbbing erection was boring a hole into my upper thigh. He broke the kiss and pushed me back on the bed. Then he reached over to the nightstand and pulled a gold package out of the drawer. He ripped it open and rolled the condom on with one hand while the other one once again found my pussy. This time he slid a finger all the way inside and when that made me writhe and moan he slid in another. He stood there over me while he finger-fucked me and I couldn’t even bring myself to close my eyes and get lost in it because I didn’t want to take my eyes off him.
I was already on the verge of orgasm, I could feel it building. I didn’t want to come against his hand. I wanted his cock inside of me. I groaned and reached up to grasp his biceps and pull him down on top of me. He removed his fingers out of me and then he put his hands underneath my arms and pushed me up farther on the bed. He used one of his legs to push mine farther open and then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I reached down and grasped it in my hand. I felt him shudder as I guided him inside me. Once the head had slid in he closed his eyes and just held it there for a moment. I wished I knew what he was thinking. I knew what I was thinking…it felt like a perfect fit. He opened his eyes and looked at me before slowly advancing the rest of himself until I was completely full. Then he slid back until it was right on the verge of falling out before plunging back in and hitting bottom. It was my turn to grab a handful of ass and as he moved his hips skillfully in and out, I held on. It was less than a minute before the orgasm that had been building tore through me. I cried out and I thought I may have dug my fingernails into his ass.
He moved slowly, then, until my body stopped shaking and when it did I felt his pace quickening again. He leaned down and kissed me and sucked on my lips and tongue as his cock drove into me faster and more urgently. I could tell he was getting close so I arched my back and held my hips up off the bed to allow him better access. He took it a step further by lifting first one of my legs and then the other and laying them on his shoulders. He pounded into me, then, so deeply that the sound of our flesh slapping together was the loudest thing in the room. I felt like my pussy was on fire when his cock stiffened and his muscles tensed and then he let out a deep groan and all at once his body fell limply on top of mine.
After a few seconds he said, “Can you breathe?”
“No,” I whispered. “But I don’t care.” He laughed and rolled over.
I felt him fall out of me and then watched as he rolled off the full condom and leaned off the side of the bed, tossing it into a can near the nightstand. He rolled back toward me and collapsed back on the bed once again. We lay there quietly for a while, getting our breathing under control and listening to the beating of our own hearts. After some time I felt him reach over and drape his arm across my belly and around my waist. I thought he was pulling me to him for a cuddle, but boy was I wrong. He flipped me over with one hand and then wiggled himself down so that his face was underneath me. He stuck out his tongue and pressed it flat against my clit. I pulled my knees up against my sides so that he could reach it better. He played with my clit and it felt so good that I wanted to scream. He was moving his tongue in circles but not lifting it up off me at all. The entire time that he wiggled it back and forth, he was pressing down on it as well. He had me driven into a state of frenzy, one where nothing else mattered besides pure pleasure. I was so excited that he had to hold on to my hips to keep me from pulling away. It was the kind of pleasure that was so intense it was almost too much to stand.
He did that for a few minutes before at last releasing the pressure on my clit and sliding his tongue all the way down my slit from top to bottom. His face was buried up against me and he shoved his tongue up inside me and that time I did scream, and my body experienced the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. While I was still limp and shaking, he rolled me off him and then wiggled us around so that he had my writhing, sweaty body wrapped up in his arms.
When I could finally speak again I said, “That was…Oh my God! I have no words for it!”
I felt his body give a little shake. His face was buried in my hair and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. I was so satiated and comfortable I had to physically shake myself to keep from falling asleep.
He pulled his face back, then, and laughed. “What was that?” he said.
“I don’t want to fall asleep and be here naked and make a bad impression if your sister comes home.” He laughed again and pulled me tighter up against him. After a while his breathing was so deep and so even that I was afraid he had fallen asleep. “Paul?”
“Yes?”
“Are you asleep?”
He laughed. “No.”
“I should put my clothes in the dryer before someone comes home.” I felt him nod against me but he didn’t loosen his grip at all. Another five or ten minutes passed and I said, “Paul?”
“Yes?”
“Are you going to let me up so I can put my clothes in the dryer?” I felt him push against the back of my leg, then, his cock was hard as a rock again.
“I’d rather not,” he said. Then he rolled back and rolled me over so I was facing him. He kissed me again, but this one was different. It wasn’t passionate or hungry, it was soft and sweet and I loved it. “Go put your clothes in the dryer,” he said.
I slid my lips from his down to his neck and kissed him. He groaned as I found a sweet little spot to nibble on. I sucked a piece of it into my mouth and as I held it softly between my teeth I flicked my tongue quickly back and forth against it. After a minute or two of that, I slid my lips down a little farther and dragged them across his chest, pausing to flick each nipple with my tongue. His nipples were as erect as mine were and when I licked them, he shivered and groaned. Then as I made my way down to his hard abs he said in a deep, husky voice,
“I thought you were going to put your clothes in the dryer.”
“In a minute…or two…” I told him just before my lips reached his cock.
“Oh fuck!” I felt the muscles in his thighs get hard as I held on to them and engulfed the head of his cock. I ran my tongue all around the rim of it and then I sucked on it…just the head. I could tell by the sounds he was making that he liked it and that made me happy. After a second I began to take the shaft in a little at a time, teasing him still with my tongue as I went along until he couldn’t stand it any longer and he finally grabbed two handfuls of my hair and held my head in place while he thrust his hips up off the bed. As he bucked his hips, I sucked and ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock, feeling the bulging veins along the sides and delighting in the fact that I had done this to him…twice in one day.
I pushed myself up on my knees so that I was straddling his legs and he was trapped. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and I helped myself to all of him, sucking as hard as I could once I felt him hit the back of my throat. His fingers were still tugging at my hair and I could even feel them digging into my scalp. I pulled my head up and lunged down harder and then I did it again…and again until he was crying out, “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh, baby! I’m coming, Jessie, fuck, baby!” He tried to pull me off him but I felt him grow and swell and I didn’t want to ruin it for him. I’d never done this before, but I’d never been so determined to make a man feel good in my life. I nursed him through it, not taking my lips off until he was completely empty. When he finally relaxed I lifted my head up and looked at him. His blue eyes were wide and he had an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read. I didn’t need to, though, because a few seconds later he pulled me back up on top of him and kissed me until no words were necessary.