“Are you going to go swimming in that?”
I looked down at my clothes, which were the same clothes I’d worn to work that day. I didn’t have anything on underneath, thanks to my boss’s demand that I be bare. Now I was a little worried about what that was going to mean. He was standing there in his boxers, the fabric molding to his very form, and I was left with a dry mouth. That didn’t seem to be something that I was going to be able to change.
“Um, I don’t really have anything on underneath this, Jerold.”
He didn’t seem to mind. In truth, he seemed rather pleased with that information. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. “Good, then that means that you’ve been listening.”
“Well, you haven’t checked.”
“I can smell how wet you are when you come into my office, and those breasts never stop moving. I think I can see them swaying in my mind.”
My cheeks were getting red, and as he moved closer, I was trembling for his touch. His hands moved quickly, pulling the buttons on my blouse to open it up to his greedy eyes. I saw the darkness fill them again, and then he kind of jerked on my skirt, apparently wanting me naked right then. I heard it rip and reminded him that we had to go back to my parent’s house. “Do you really want me to have to explain what happened?”
He didn’t answer, but his hands took my hands and pulled me closer. Now our bodies were against each other, skin to skin, and I can’t say how good that felt. It was what I had wanted for some time, and I was glad that I had talked him into it.
We went into the water and found a place that was away from the pier and up by the storm wall that lined the beach. I was looking for the soft kisses that he had given me before on the dock, but there was another part of him that was coming out. His hands were rougher as he pushed me against the wall, my back hitting it and stopping me from moving forwards. I was pinned in between the concrete and his body. He was hard and he made me want him more than anything else in the world.
Before long I was turned around and Jerold had pulled my arms back behind me, holding them around my elbows so that I couldn’t move. I wouldn’t have wanted to if I could have, but Jerold seemed to like me not being able to move. I wasn’t scared, just apprehensive that he was going to play with me instead of giving me what I really wanted.
“Please, Jerold. I need you inside of me. Nothing else will do.”
He stopped and asked me what I really wanted.
“I need you.”
“What do you need, Nicola?”
“I need you inside of me.”
It wasn’t enough, and he made me beg him over and over again.
“Tell me what you really want, Nicola.”
“I want you to fuck me!”
I couldn’t believe I had said those words, but it seemed to be enough for him. There was hardness at my opening and then a moment of pressure as he pushed his way into my tightness. It had been almost a year since I had had anyone inside of me, and Jerold was rather large. He had barely fit in my mouth, and now I wondered whether he was going to rip me in two. I heard him growl behind me, and I knew that he was having as much trouble coping with the feelings as I was.
“You are so tight, Nicola. You feel like you were made for me.”
I liked that he thought that. I squeezed him hard with my inner muscles to make him groan. He’d made it so that I couldn’t really move around, but he couldn’t stop me from crushing his length. Jerold yanked out quickly and drove back in hard. The action made my eyes close, and I knew that it wasn’t going to take long for me to come at that rate.
Jerold started to slam into me like a machine, and he didn’t seem to be letting up. My body tensed and I whimpered and moaned. I was so close, but it was only when he stopped and asked me if I was going to come that I realized I was going over the edge. I was so ready to come. I nodded my head quickly.
“Tell me what you want, Nicola.”
He was barely moving inside of me and I was backing up on him as much as I could. He was still holding me by the elbows, making it difficult to move like I wanted. “Please, Jerold. I need to come.”
Jerold rocked forward hard and quick, making me see stars behind my eyelids as the whole world around me started to crumble. I wanted to be let go: my arms were burning and each press against me rubbed my tits against the rough surface of the wall. When I pulled away, he let my elbows go and they screamed as I moved to brace myself against the rock.
The hard grip moved to my hips but he didn’t stop moving inside of me. There was no time to get used to it, or to take a breath after my first orgasm before I was rolled into my next. A hand reached around and started to rub my clit. I jerked and I could feel wetness coming out of me as he pulled out quickly. Hot seed shot onto my backside, but was quickly washed away with a wave of water.
I started to move away, then cried out when he re-entered me and rubbed faster, harder than before. His length didn’t move, just drove deep and stayed buried as he pulled me to another orgasm. He never got soft, and I thought he was going to take me again, but instead he pulled away to leave me cold and empty from the lack of him inside of me.
I heard the whimper but didn’t want to think that it was from me. It sounded desperate, and I didn’t like to hear it. There was just something about him that made me go a little crazy. I was starting to think that I wasn’t complete unless he was deep inside me. Jerold was quickly becoming my drug of choice.