CHAPTER THREE
Forced Affection—Sal
He is maddening, has zero boundaries, and is completely 100% up his own ass. “Darlin’,” I mock. “I thought for sure you had no heart, and what else do you ever talk about besides yourself?’
“Ouch,” he says, looking far from hurt, instead amused. “I know you think so little of me, but I do like stimulating conversations along with my orgasms.”
“Like I said, it’s all about you, maybe try to listen or ask questions about the person you’re fucking and maybe the conversations would go somewhere.” I purposefully turn from him and study my song list.
His warm breath drifts across the back of my neck and I feel the goosebumps rise. Dammit, if he knows my body reacts to his I’m in trouble. Shit, let’s face it, I am in so much trouble with Jack. It feels like a matter of time before I’m riding him in my trailer.
“Interesting list, you have a knack for choosing the perfect songs,” he says and his mouth is so close to my ear he inadvertently (or not) blows in my ear. I shudder and turn to him, trying to force him to back up. He doesn’t, instead, he leans in further.
“Jack, back off a little,” I huff out breathlessly.
He is so close his nose bumps mine. Our eyes meet and his smile goes wide and I’m in so much trouble. I tilt my head to the side and he takes that as an invitation and his lips meet mine lightly. Chills rip through my body and then I’m the one who moves in. His tongue breaches my mouth and then we both lose it. His hand goes behind my head pulling me in farther while I grip his shirt trying to climb inside him. The whole kiss probably lasts ten seconds but it feels like a lifetime, a sweet lifetime of mischief, joy, and hot fucking.
As we pull back, there is wonder in both of our eyes. He ruins it of course. “Darlin’, I ain’t backin’ off now.” His accent gets thicker when he’s being super playful. It only makes him more infuriatingly hot. He picks up both of our plates and throws them in a nearby trash, turns, and grabs my hand in one smooth move. “Come with me.”
I follow until we are out of the main room and then pull my hand out of his. “What the fuck was that?”
He smirks. “A beginning.”
I shake my head, finding him ridiculous as usual. “Beginning you say? What are we starting here Jack? I’m not really interested in anything you have to offer,” I lie.
“You are such a horrible liar, Sal.” He crowds me against the wall, putting his hands on either side of my head. I place a hand on his chest, his broad, hard, sexy chest. “C’mon.”
He grabs my hand again and pulls me toward my trailer, which is closer than his. The door opens with a squeak and he pushes me inside in front of him.
“You know, I’m not really into all the manhandling,” I lie again—it’s my thing today, I guess.
“Sally, don’t lie.” He smirks and I want to punch him then kiss him.
“I-“ He cuts me off with his hand to my mouth.
“I said don’t lie. Now, turn around and take off your skirt.”
I’m shocked momentarily and don’t move. He moves the hand on my mouth to my skirt and gives it a tug then nods his head. I count to five in my head and then surprise myself by turning and then slowly removing my skirt. I drop it to the ground and then look over my shoulder at him. He’s staring at my ass like he’s going to tear it apart. I smile and bend over my make up table, offering what he wants up to him. Fuck it, I have no willpower at this point.
I hear him sigh roughly then curse under his breath. His hands come to rest on my hips and gently caress me there, my lower back and then finally both of my ass cheeks. He removes my thong and when I peek back at him I see him stuff it in his shirt pocket like a fucking handkerchief. Goosebumps rise up all over my body and I shiver in anticipation.
Jack bends over me and kisses me behind my ear. “I’m going to eat your pussy now, hold on.”
My back cools as he kneels behind me and spreads my ass with both hands. I feel his delicious tongue at my opening as he gently explores there. I’m pretty sure it’s been wet down there since he sat down with me at lunch. I feel him pull back and replace his tongue with a finger. Then, somehow, he puts his mouth perfectly over my clit while his stubble stimulates me everywhere else. I’m lost to sensation and just so happy to be touched this way, the way a woman should be touched. I’ve had a few dates since my divorce but this is the first time I’ve been truly taken care of. Jack sucks long and with just the right amount of pressure on my clit. He adds another finger in my pussy and also has one putting pressure on my ass. I’ve never felt so good.
“Fuck, Jack,” I gasp into my arm as I try to absorb all of the sensation.
His free hand slaps my ass cheek and I go off like a firework. I’m just riding the wave as he removes his fingers and then his tongue from my clit. I start to relax thinking it’s over, but it’s not. He starts to lap at my opening and then higher. He flattens his tongue and strokes my ass with long firm strokes.
“Ah!” It feels divinely dirty and I push back on his tongue. He keeps up his pace on my ass and then slides his hand up the front of my thigh to the apex. He then lightly squeezes my clit between his fingers and the orgasm I’d been coming down from suddenly surges back and the intensity of it makes my legs shake.
Jack stops and supports my legs while I shake and slide into bliss, pressing my cheek into the hard glass table top. When I’ve stopped shaking, Jack peppers kisses down the backs of my legs and then I feel him slide my thong and then my skirt back into place. He leans in and scoops me up so his arms are holding me close from behind. He kisses down my neck and his hands wander up to my breasts where he finds my rock hard nipples. All of my nerve endings at the surface of my body are tingling and they all want attention from this man. I give in.
He must sense my surrender so turns me to him and kisses me full on the mouth, the smell of me there, erotic and primal. I melt into the kiss and stroke the front of his pants where his cock is poking my abdomen. He groans and I smile, breaking up our kiss.
“I’m going to eat your dick now, hold on,” I say playfully and make quick work of his belt buckle and fly, pulling at his pants.
I’m not surprised to find a substantial erection spring from his boxer briefs. He’s way too cocky and confident to be anything but above average. I run my nose up and down the shaft, just relishing the sweet and manly smell of him. His hands thread through my hair and I glance up at him. His eyes are blazing and I’m surprised to see reverence in his look. His thumb grazes my cheek and I smile at him right before leaning in and swallowing him whole.
As a teenager I discovered my lack of a gag reflex when I went to acrobat circus camp—I know—fucking Southern California—but I am a top notch sword swallower. I had one boyfriend in high school and we basically had all of our firsts together. He probably had a very rude awakening when his next girlfriend wasn’t a freak like me since that was all he knew. I can tell I surprise Jack too by the noises he’s making and the firmer grip he has on my hair. I take his whole length into my throat and nuzzle the short patch of hair at the base of his cock. His knees buckle slightly and I reach one of my hands around to support him and also get a feel of his ass. He has a cute little bubble butt for a guy and I have long admired it.