Thorn
As soon as Gabi was out the door, Jess sighed and started unpinning her hairdo. “I'm exhausted,” she confessed. “Can we order room service?”
“Sure,” I said, not in any mood to go out for the evening knowing that Katia's men were probably still waiting outside for me. “What do you want?”
“Anything,” Jess said. “I want to take a shower first, though. Is that okay?”
I waved her towards the bathroom. “Go for it.”
A little while later, she came out of the bathroom looking soft and relaxed, with a towel wrapped around her. “Thorn, can I borrow a teeshirt?” she asked. “I'm so sick of wearing the same clothes all day every day and then sleeping in them as well.”
I frowned over at her and patted the couch next to me. “I see no reason why you should need to put anything on,” I told her mischievously.
She giggled a little and came over to the couch, straddling my lap and pressing in close to me. “Well, it is a bit chilly in here, but maybe you can think of some other way to warm me up other than with clothing.”
I snorted and leaned in to kiss her. “I still want that blowjob,” I told her seriously.
She bit her lower lip demurely and then slid off my lap, kneeling in between my knees. Slowly, she undid the button on my jeans, and I shifted a little so that she could pull them down. My cock sprang free of my boxers, already thick and throbbing, very interested in her naked form.
She smiled and leaned in, taking just the tip of my member into her mouth, licking experimentally at it.
I groaned, unable to help myself. We had had sex a few times already, but it had always been a bit rushed and impatient. Feeling the slow way she played with my length was going to be my undoing.
She swallowed down more of my length, bringing up her other hand to cover the parts of me that her mouth couldn't reach, slowly stroking me in tandem with the movements of her soft lips. And just looking down at her, at the absolutely pornographic way she hollowed out her cheeks and worked to keep the pressure against me… There was no way I was going to last.
She smiled up at me, her eyes gone dark with lust to match mine. I realized suddenly that she was touching herself while she sucked at me, her hand slipping down between her legs and playing with her folds. And that was hot enough in itself.
“Look at you, you little slut,” I told her, wondering how she would take that. She whimpered a little, though, the feeling reverberating around my dick as she continued to swallow it down, and I took that as an invitation to continue verbally shaming her.
“You like this, don't you?” I asked. “Like being down on your knees like that, with my dick filling your needy little hole.”
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she shifted around a little as though she was already close to coming. Suddenly, she pulled off me with a little pop as she broke the suction. “I need...” She trailed off, looking embarrassed, as though she wasn't sure she could ask for what she needed. “Please,” she mewled.
“Get up here,” I said roughly, catching her biceps and tugging her up and into my lap. I wasted only a moment before lining up my prick and guiding her down on to it. She moaned, her head thrown back. “Is that what you need?” I asked her. “You need my cock inside of you? Filling you up...”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes, I need—” She broke off with a little punched out noise as I snapped my hips up, using the edge of the coffee table to prop my feet up and leverage against.
“Is that what you need?” I asked again. “You dirty little slut, can't get through a day without riding my cock, can you?”
“Need it so bad,” she whimpered, finding purchase of her own against the back of the couch and meeting my thrusts with her own movements. She gasped as she changed the angle slightly. “Right there,” she told me. “Oh fuck, Thorn. Right there, right there, right there...”
I slammed into her, still amazed by how wet she was, how desperate she was. It was so easy to meet her needs to make her climax, and I appreciated that in a woman.
As though that thought summoned it, she suddenly cried out, her fingers scrabbling against my arms. “Oh Thorn!” she sobbed, her hips stuttering in an irregular rhythm. “Oh god.” She collapsed against me, burying her face against my neck.
I slowed down for a moment, not wanting to overwhelm her too much. When she moved back, though, blinking up at me, I resumed my earlier movements. I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching, egged on by the way she was still making these whimpery little noises, seemingly overcome with pleasure.
I leaned down to nip at her neck and she practically keened, falling even more sloppily against my chest. “Oh god,” she murmured again, her eyes slipping shut. And she was so beautiful like that, such the perfect complement to me.
I spilled inside her, my dick pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. We sat there for a long moment, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“So, can I borrow a tee shirt?” Jess finally asked, pulling back so that she could grin up at me.
I snorted and slapped her ass a little. “Minx,” I told her, not for the first time. I nodded towards my bag. “Go ahead. I'm going to get in the shower.”
When I got out of the shower, Jess was curled up on the couch, some sort of chick flick on TV. I sat down on the other end of the couch and she moved over, curling into me.
“Is this okay?” she asked as she burrowed against my chest. I could tell from the hesitant tone to her voice that she half expected me to push her away, but I found I had no desire to do that. Instead, I looped my arms around her, holding her in close and reveling in her warmth. It was kind of nice, being curled up on the couch with someone. After the stress of the past week during this mission, it felt almost normal, and I appreciated that.
So I kissed the top of her head and gently stroked my hands down her back and sides. “This is perfect,” I told her honestly. “You're absolutely fine.”
At some point soon, this mission would be over and I would never see her again. I didn't want to get to close to her, knowing that, but all the same, we both deserved this moment. I relaxed a little into the couch and felt her do the same.