Love Under Construction (The Love Under Series Book 1) (5 page)

She giggles. "You're funny. Want to drink?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

"I only drink Jameson."

"Well, you can drink your Jameson, and you can get me a beer." The whore couldn't even get herself a two-dollar beer. Red flag. But I would play along.

"Sure, I could stay for a drink." I grabbed my bottle from behind the bar and poured myself a double before pouring her a pint of Pabst Blue Ribbon. It wasn't even worth the two dollars. The glass was worth more than the beer within, but she didn't specify so she got Blue Ribbon's finest.

I came out onto the other patron side of the bar and Jenny was all over me. She ground her hips and pelvis into my crotch standing in-between my legs while I sat on the barstool.

“So what was your rush? Don't you want to hang out?"

I was just coming home from work when my dad called—I was dusty, dirty and still had on my work clothes.

"I was just passing through. I just got off work."

“What do you do?” Jenny was two years younger than me if I remembered correctly, not that she would have ran in the same circles. She was one of the cheerleaders, and that definitely wasn't my scene.

"I'm a contractor." Her eyes lit up, and she smiled.

"Whoa. Like a sniper?" 

"No, I build houses." She processed the information, and her confused look quickly change to a smirk as she developed a new angle.

She grabbed my hand and rubbed it in hers. "I like a man that can use his hands."

"Do you now?" I grabbed her ass and rubbed her into my growing erection. If she wanted to get fucked, I would oblige her. I could have told her I sold goldfish and she probably would have said fishing was sexy.

"I can show you with these hands can do." I roughly smacked her ass and ran my hand up and down her back slowly. If she didn't want me feeling her up, it was her opportunity to bow out. Instead, she leaned in and licked my ear.

"Then why are we still here?" She was not wasting any time. I finished my drink, and no sooner after I set my empty glass on the bar, Jenny was pulling me out of the bar. It was still early, and Jenny was on the fast track to getting fucked.
I could probably be home in time to watch the news.

Jenny lived in town just two blocks from the bar and exactly four blocks from the front gate of Fort Sill.
How convenient
. She could literally sit on her front porch and stalk her prey. She was hot to trot, and I was going to break her like a yearling. I knew better than to think it was anything more than a quick fuck. She didn’t want me, but it was Saturday, and there were no soldier boys to snag with her hungry pussy. Some GI Joe could pick up my sloppy seconds the next day. 

She lived above the hardware store, and I followed her up the stairs alongside the building to the entry to her apartment. I followed her inside and kicked the door shut behind me. She quickly turned to face me as the door slammed, and a sly grin creeped across her lips. 

“You ready?” I asked, stalking over to her. 

“Bring it on.” She waved her hand in a come-hither motion.

I invaded her personal space, driving her back against the doorframe to her bedroom. She looked up at me with wide eyes still grinning. She was going to get it rough, she just didn’t know it yet. 

“You wanted to get fucked? You’re not in charge, Jenny. Suck it."

She dropped to her knees in obedience, and I let her go to town. Jenny had my pants to my knees quicker than a magician’s hat trick. She opened wide and stuck her tongue out licking me from root to tip all the time looking up at me through hooded lids. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucked hard, taking me to the hilt, and my dick hit the back of her throat. Jenny didn't stop there. My mushroom head plundered her throat. It felt so good against the soft warm flesh of her throat I couldn't resist fisting her hair, forcing her head down over and over, face fucking her. Saliva ran down her face onto the floor as she gurgled and gagged all over my hard cock. I didn't want the bitch to puke on me, so I let her go. 

Sitting back on her feet she wiped her face with the back of her hand, and her eyes narrowed as her pink puffy lips curled at the corners in a smirk. “Are you gonna stand just there or you gonna fuck me already?”

“Oh, I am gonna fuck you all right, and when those soldier boys try and hit it, you will be thinking of me,” I assured her. 

Pulling her to her feet by her hair, I captured her mouth with mine, darting my tongue out, tracing her lips, tasting the remnants of the night’s gloss seeking entrance. I grabbed her ass, bringing her tight against my body. The height difference made my erection press into her belly. I lifted my knee in-between her legs until I had her pinned on my leg against the wall. I traced my hands up the inside of her tank top, lifting it higher until I met the resistance of her bra. Releasing her lips, I kissed my way down to her breasts. I took a peek, and it was just a sports bra, so I fished my hands underneath and brought it over her head with her tank top. Instead of taking it off, I wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together. I held her arms over her head and pulled my belt out of its loops. My jeans fell to the floor, and I fisted my cock at the base stroking from base to tip.

I looped my belt buckle into the crevice of the door hinge and gave it a yank. I looped the tail end of my belt around the bundle of her t-shirt, binding her wrists, securing her to the door's frame, freeing both of my hands to do what I wanted with Jenny.

Her chest heaved as she breathed heavy with anticipation in her newfound bound state. She rubbed her legs together, and her heightened arousal was obvious as her nipples were thick erect pebbles and a bright pink flush crossed her chest. I undid her jean shorts and pulled them down her legs as I kneeled in front of her. Her blue lacy panties left little to the imagination and were nothing more than a small triangle and lace band. 

Kissing each thigh, I left a trail of kisses to the apex of her sex and grabbed the triangle of her panties, bunching them into a rope and tugging, rubbing straight across her clit. She threw her head back and thrashed against her restraints, moaning into the side of her arm. I could smell her arousal through the thin barrier of her panties, and I licked each side of her labia as I gave the lace another tug. 

I stood, keeping a taut pressure with her undies on the slit of her pussy. I grabbed her chin bringing her face to mine. “You like that?” I tugged again, and she whimpered.

“Please,” she panted. 

“Please what? You want me to let you go? I guess you don’t want my cock.”

Her eyes opened wide and focused directly on me. “No, please, don’t leave me like this.”

“I won’t leave you tied up. I like this belt.”

She shook her head back and forth. “No, please don’t stop. Fuck me, Max. Don’t tease me.”

I gave her a smirk and licked the side of her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. I released the lace of her panties, moving them to the side as my fingers found the throbbing nub of her clit. I rubbed her in slow circles. “Is this teasing? Is that what you think?”

“Yes,” she said with an exhale.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I drove my finger into her dripping pussy, and she let out a strangled squeak.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to fill this pussy?” She nodded feverishly at me. I added another finger, and it slid deep within her channel with ease, gliding through her slick honey. She sighed against her arm, and I clamped my teeth into her shoulder, increasing the tempo of my fingers fucking her into a trance. I didn’t leave marks but applied enough pressure with my teeth to send prickles of goose pimples across her skin. She trembled under my touch as my teeth clamped her skin over and over from her shoulder to her clavicle and down to her breast where her nipple was begging for attention. I sucked hard on her nipple, and she squeaked again, arching her back. I dragged my slick fingers slowly out of her pussy dragging her juices back to her clit. I circled her sensitive bundle of nerves, and she squirmed around my hand, seeking to increase the friction as she chased her release. 

“Uh, uh, uh. Behave,” I said, licking her nipple before blowing on it, perking it to a hard taut peak.

“Please,” she pleaded. 

“Are you in a rush?” I said, giving her other nipple a lick, circling it with my tongue. 

“Please, Max, I was so close.” 

“And you will be. Again and again until I am ready for you to cum.”

“What do you want? I will do anything,” she begged.

“Anything? You shouldn’t tempt me like that. You have no idea what I am capable of, Jenny.”

I plunged my two fingers back into her pussy, pumping her furiously while applying pressure to her clit with my thumb. Her yelps were coming with each panting breath, and her body was stiffening as she climbed closer and closer to the edge. I watched her intently, giving a lick to each nipple just to throw her off when she would start to stiffen again. My hand was soaked with her juices, and she was so close as she began to tremble. 

I pulled my fingers out, and she cried out at the absence. I dropped to my knees, putting her legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her, licking from taint to clit, lapping at her juices as she sighed. I licked her clit roughly with the pad of my tongue before finger fucking her again, adding a third digit stretching her. She was so wet and ready, but I wanted her stretched and ready to receive me. I wanted to fuck her hard, but I didn’t want to hurt her with my girth. She needed to be ready. I wasn’t hung like a horse but I got the job done with my thickness. Even with this whore’s well-used pussy, I could do some damage if she wasn’t prepared to receive me. 

She tried to hump my face but couldn’t push herself hard enough off the wall to give her any friction. I pulled her away from the wall so she was at my mercy and tethered from the doorway, her weight supported by my shoulders. I twisted my fingers inside her, stretching her while sucking on her clit. Her body began to tense again and with my free hand I reached in the back pocket of my pants for a condom. I twisted and thrusted my fingers in and out of her pussy and pulled away from her clit just long enough to tear the foil package open with my teeth before sheathing my cock. 

I moved closer to the wall so her feet would touch the floor again as I let her legs off my shoulders and pulled my fingers out of her dripping sex. I finished rolling the condom down to the root and stood. I grabbed her by the backs of her thighs lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I reached down and lined up the tip with her entrance and bit her shoulder once more as I impaled her on my cock. The skin of her shoulder raked out from within my teeth’s grasp as she arched her back sucking in a deep breath. Her breasts heaved, and I bit down on her nipple sending her over the edge. 

Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I pumped into her over and over as her climax overtook her. Stroke after stroke, I pounded her pussy, pulling her by her ass down on my cock, impaling her over and over. When she finally exhaled and her body began to slacken, her breath came in quick shallow pants. I reached up and slid my belt buckle out of the door jamb, holding her close to me, looping her still-bound arms over my head and around my neck. 

I carried her to the couch still impaled on my cock and laid her back as I drew back and thrust into her again. Her eyes opened, and I un-looped her arms from my neck. In long, languid strokes, I penetrated her deep, sliding in and out of her slickness. When her breathing was back to normal, I pulled out, and my stiff cock slapped up against my belly with a wet thud.

“Turn over,” I commanded, and she sat up staring at me, glancing down at her bound hands. “Did I stutter? I’m not done with you yet. On your knees.” 

She scurried clumsily onto her knees and held onto the back of the couch with her bound hands. 

“That’s right, hold on, and don’t let go,” I instructed. 

I grasped my shaft at the root and rubbed it through her wetness, rubbing her clit with the tip of my dick as she flinched at the sensation. I dragged the tip from clit to slit, dipping into her wetness with just my cock head, teasing myself as the rim of her labia provided sweet friction to the sensitive underside of my head. I dipped in again and dragged her wetness to her ass. I spread her cheek with one hand so I could see the puckered rosette. It glistened as I dragged her juices across it, wetting it with the tip of my cock. 

I dipped my tip into her wet pussy again, that time burying myself inside her to the root. I moaned on a long exhale and buried her face into the cushion of the back of the couch. 

I pulled out slowly, enjoying the sensation, and placed my thumb against her rosette as I plunged deep again. I dragged more wetness from her weeping pussy to her ass and continued to apply pressure to the rim of her ass. With each thrust she relaxed a little more and the tight ring of muscles would allow me a little more entrance. I picked up the pace as my balls began to tingle. Her moans fed my buzzing excitement as I plundered her ass with my thumb. I loved watching my cock disappear in her depths over and over, and it fueled my fervor as I pounded her harder and harder, gently twisting my thumb in her ass. She was going to cum again; I felt her pussy clamp my cock like a vise, but I didn’t let up.