Jenna's Consent (21 page)

She didn’t know if she could do that.

He looked down at damp satin and his fingers dug into her
skin, which was hot and shaky. Without taking his eyes from her pussy, he
slowly took off her shoes and leaned over. A breath of warm air escaped his
mouth, whispering across her flesh even through her panties.

“Now,” rumbled out of him and she slowly tucked her hands
behind her back, lying on them more or less.

“Good.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, thinking at first he was going
to finish the phrase she’d waited so long to hear from him, and then she moaned
as he bent, biting her clit through her panties.

He pushed her knees wider apart and bit her again.

She kept her eyes trained on him, not wanting to miss a
minute of what he did to her.

“You’re so wet and I’m damn thirsty.”

“You should go.” It came out weak but it seemed the right
thing to say before things got out of hand.

“Uh-huh.”

“No, really…” She sucked in her bottom lip, moving her head
back and forth against the couch cushion as he kneaded her flesh on her upper
thighs. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.” It sounded unconvincing in her
head, much less when she said it out loud.

“Your pussy says differently. So damn pretty.”

“Don’t do this, Ian.” She meant for it to come out harsh and
menacing but could barely whisper the words as he tucked his fingers below the
material and she whimpered at his touch. With one hand, he smeared her wetness
along her slit, moving her panties to the side with the other.”

“Don’t what, Jenna?” he asked, staring at her bare pussy.
Her tender entrance clenched tightly as he looked back up at her face. “Don’t
take what I know you want to give me?” His tongue stroked up her wet center and
he wasn’t timid about it either.

He didn’t dance around her clit and barely touch her. Oh no,
that wasn’t his style.

His tongue—he should be made to register it as a deadly
weapon. He worked her clit, commanding her pleasure.

He flattened his tongue and licked her from her ass all the
way to her clit and then groaned as he swallowed. Ian closed his eyes as he
coated his fingers in her juices.

“Don’t take what’s been mine since the first time I sank my
cock so deep inside your hot little pussy that I’ve felt branded ever since?”

He thrust two fingers deep inside her and set a pace sure to
make her scream in less than sixty seconds.

“You’re mine, Jenna.” She heard him say it as her fingers
dug into the cushion below her. “No matter what’s happened between then and
now. You’re still mine. You’re still…the best of me.”

A hard edge always defined him. Him making statements like
that was devastating to her emotions.

He leaned over again, so close to the aching knot of her
clit that she needed something as little as a stiff breeze to throw her over
the edge into a climax so powerful it would change the course of her life.

He looked up into her face with eyes that knew her deepest
secrets. She whimpered, opening her mouth to protest.

“No,” sat poised on her lips and he knew it but he reached
up high and hit her G-spot in a way that only he knew how to find.

“Come, my sweet,” he ordered and her body responded as he
probably knew it would. Her legs clamped around his shoulders as he leaned
over, licking her clit as if it was made of his favorite candy.

A keening wail of pleasure erupted from her lips as her body
catapulted into a realm of exquisite pleasure so extreme she knew exactly what
her body had been aching for all those years without him.

She came so hard at his command it was like they were never
apart.

Her body knew him, wanted him, dreamed of him.

And there he was.

The man of her every fantasy knelt before her, sucking her
juices from his fingers.

“Please, Sir.”

He stared at her. “Please what, gorgeous? Please may you
lick your wetness from my fingers? Please may I rub your clit again until you
come? I’d like something a bit more specific.”

Jenna glanced at his crotch and then back up at him. “Please
may I suck your cock, Sir? I want to taste you, to feel you again.”

He placed his hands on her thighs, smearing her wetness on
her skin as he stood. “I already got you off, shouldn’t that be enough?” While
he spoke he undid the buckle on his belt.

Words failed her but memories flooded her mind. Him pulling
her across his lap, his hand or his belt marking her flesh. His belt between
her teeth as she crawled to him across a room, bringing her favorite toy with
her.

He moved the leather back and forth and she remembered him
doing it before, making her want it even more. The muscle memory of it made her
want to go to her knees and do it for him. She stayed where she was, her arms
pinned beneath her, her legs open but her pussy covered by her panties once
again.

“Remember my belt on your backside, do you?”

She glanced up at him and back down to his pants as he
unbuttoned then unzipped them. “Yes, Sir. I remember.”

He grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her close so she
had a front row seat and a backstage pass for him pulling his cock from his
pants.

She knew what to expect, she’d obviously seen it before but
the reality of seeing it again shook her to her core.

The thick shaft filled his hand as he worked his cock in
front of her, brushing the head of it against her lips while he held her head
where he wanted it.

“Beg me for it. Beg me for a taste of it.”

“Sir. Please.” She dug her fingernails into her forearms to
keep from reaching for him and looked up at him instead. “All I can think about
is licking you, sucking you. I want you in my mouth, Ian. Please, please fuck
it. It’s been so long.”

Watching him above her was so damn sexy. He stared down at
her as he pumped his cock in front of her. It flexed from the bottom of her
field of view and her mouth watered.

“Open that mouth, you better remember what I like. I have no
patience tonight to teach you again.” He clenched his jaw as if he were going
to say something else. His eyes flashed up to hers for a second and then back
down to her lips.

Remember?

Of course she did.

She opened her lips, sticking out her tongue so he could
slide the head of his cock along it, all the way to the back of her throat.

She concentrated on relaxing her mouth, wanting to give him
the best blowjob he’d had in years. His eyes were on her, they never wavered.

The grip on her hair got tighter and she hummed on his dick
as he slowly pulled it back, sliding it along her tongue all the way out again.

“Fuck, that’s the mouth I’ve been missing. Suck the head.”

Jenna closed her lips around his flared head, licking around
the edges until he jerked involuntarily. She bobbed her head to the rhythm he
set and nearly shouted with joy when she finally got to move on him.

Sucking her mouth onto him until she’d taken about half of
his length made her pussy beg him again. She was so empty and she humped the
couch a bit as he moved one of his legs against her mound. He released his cock
and she hoped she had it quite under control. His second hand mirrored his
first, digging into her hair. The pace he set was brutal. He fucked her mouth
as if it were the last time he’d get to feel her.

His strength enflamed her desire. Knowing he rode the edge
of his control made her heart skip a beat.

“Eyes on me,” he growled at her.

She blinked, lifting her lashes at the end, raising her eyes
to the man she’d compared everyone else to.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Watching him speak the words, seeing how his top teeth
pulled across the flesh of his bottom lip as he swore…

He tugged her whole body forward by the grip he had on her
hair. “On your knees. For me.”

His voice rasped through her as she followed his command.

Her fingers brushed up his thighs, latching on to both ends
of his belt.

She whimpered for the briefest of moments when he pulled out
far enough for her to suck in a full breath.

“Swallow against the head. I want to feel you working my
cock. I’ve dreamed of you for long enough. Show me what you can do. Show me.”

His cock, the taste of him, the feel of him, it was more
than her conscious mind could handle so she just let go.

She didn’t just swallow the head of his dick, she swallowed
him whole, relaxing her throat so she could take him in without gagging.

“Goddammit.”

His breathing sped up and hers matched it as she held him to
her.

That was definitely a trick she hadn’t known how to do when
they’d been together the first time. She focused on him when he pulled back and
she sucked in several shallow breaths.

“What do you want?”

“Your cum, Sir.”

“Where do you want it?” He fucked her face again,
eliminating her ability to answer for several more dark and delicious strokes.
“Where do you want my cum?”

He pulled out all the way and Jenna swallowed, trying not to
drool on the floor.

“In my mouth, please,” she begged. “I want to taste you, to
swallow you. I want to know if you taste like I remember. I’ve missed it.”

“You beg so pretty with those big brown eyes. Especially
when you remember where they belong.”

She licked the head of his cock, circling it with her tongue
and looked back up at him again.

“Just like that. Don’t fucking take those eyes from me
again.”

He moved in her mouth and she greedily sucked him in. He
surrounded her, every inch of her but it was more than just physically.

Her emotions snuggled into his attention, cuddling with the
one man she’d never felt worthy of.

But then, in that moment, she was exactly what he wanted her
to be. What she wanted to be for him.

A slut on her knees, swallowing his cock, looking up at him
as his pace increased.

The world disappeared. Everything she knew and cared about
faded to black, leaving nothing but him and what she wanted to give him, what
she wanted him to take.

“Every drop,” he warned as his fists tightened in her hair.

She sucked his cock hard and he shouted as the first spurt
of cum hit her tongue.

Her moan joined one of his as his cock jumped in her mouth,
pulsating every time he came.

She swallowed his seed, finally closing her eyes because
they weighed too much.

Even closed she could see him, his silhouette etched into
her retinas as he cursed. His hips continued pumping, feeding her each drop he
promised to give her.

That moment was perfect. She was perfect in her submission
to him.

“Put your hand in your panties and come for me.”

Her hand released the belt gripped tightly in her fist,
reached underneath her skirt and slid her fingers down from her stomach beneath
the silky fabric of her thong.

Her moan must have reverberated up his shaft because he
jerked again, slowly fucking her mouth.

Her clit needed attention and she had permission to take
exactly what she needed.

She rolled it beneath her fingertips, gathering some of the
slick wetness sliding from her core to masturbate with.

“No teeth.” He moved his thumbs, mashing them against the
side of her jaw to keep them wide.

“Sawwy Serr,” came out around his cock, making her clit
twitch beneath her hand.

Licking his cock, sucking on him after he’d already come in
her mouth was one of the sexiest things she’d ever been a part of.

“Ride my boot along with your hand. Get yourself off,
because I want to see it.”

He moved one of his boots between her legs and she slid
down, straddling the black leather size twelve. She humped his boot using her
hand to direct the pressure and it took approximately three seconds for her to
go from “barely there” to “on the verge”.

His slightly less hard shaft slid from her mouth. Her breath
caught as she continued to look up at him again.

Ian.

The man she’d never wanted to let go.

Her whimper startled even her, and she almost forgot to ask
permission. “Can I come, Sir?”

“Yes. Come. For me.” He kept one hand buried in her hair and
used the other to guide his cock back to her mouth.

She exploded into a million tiny shards of pleasure as he
painted her lips with the rest of his cum.

Moans of delight shook her every few seconds as she
continued to strum her clit.

“Lick me.”

She licked the head, flicking her gaze up to him, wanting to
see his eyes on her face as she came for him. She moved her tongue a bit into
the slit at the end of his shaft and he sucked in a harsh breath. He’d liked it
before and she was glad she remembered how much she liked to see him after he
came.

Her knuckles brushed the laces of his boot as she moved her
fingers against her clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure she could.

The scent of her wet pussy mingled with the flavor of his
cum as she took in a cleansing breath. Her fingers finally slowed, stopping all
together, as did her hips. They probably looked as if they’d been doing the
salsa a couple minutes prior. She sat on her hand on his boot, closing her eyes
altogether as he maneuvered her head against his thigh.

Her temple rubbed against his slacks and the hand still
clutching the buckle of his belt relaxed, pulling the inch and a half wide
piece of leather to the ground beside her.

“You’ve learned a few things, dirty girl.”

A smile lifted her lips and she would have laughed if she
had any energy left. “Yes, Sir, a few.”

She floated back down to earth as if she were a down
feather, lulling this way and that until she fell from the pan into the fire.
Her consciousness came back online with a shudder, burning away the last
vestiges of her momentary satisfaction.