Rock Me Gently (18 page)

Jason splayed his fingers into her hair, holding her head as she ran her tongue from the bulbous head to the root, stopping to suck each ball softly, one by one, before making the journey back up. Jason watched it all from above. Her eyes were closed as if she were enjoying it too, maybe savoring it as much as he was. Having the visual along with the sensation was almost more than he could take.

Lainey licked the pre-cum from the tip before taking the crown into her mouth again. She made a humming sound of appreciation in the back of her throat, causing him to moan in response. She pulled his cock forward and took as much as she could, letting her lips and jaw close firmly around him, replicating her hot wet cunt. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, breathing hard.

Lainey wrapped her hand around the base of his dick as she withdrew back up to the tip. Then she began to go down on him until the tip hit the back of her throat. While making a fist she attempted to make up the rest of the distance. She began to pump her hand in conjunction with the mouth action.

Jason’s heart pounded, along with his blood. His grip tightened in her hair as he moaned his pleasure loudly. “Ahh, fuck, Lainey!” He gritted his teeth as she picked up the tempo even more.

Jason felt the hot rush of excitement building and building, higher and faster as she expertly sucked and stoked his eager cock. He clamped down on his glutes and tightened his thighs trying to stave off the inevitable, to eke out one more second of pleasure. But when she closed her other hand around his balls and she reached with her fingers adding some pressure back there, it was all over for him.

“Aww, God!” he hissed, dragging his hands out of her hair, placing them to her cheeks, stroking her in appreciation as he sprayed the back of her throat.

“Mmm,” she hummed again, not letting up on the rhythm until she’d milked every last drop from him. When she finally released her hold, he pulled her head against his stomach just hugging her.

She moved her hands up to his hips.

“Mmm,” Jason repeated. “Whoa!”

With her eyes half closed in desire, she looked up at him, her face flushed, her lips pink and swollen and she smiled at him.

He would never forget her expression. “You thought about
that
all morning?” he asked, his voice raspy.

She kissed his stomach and he helped her to her feet. “Yes,” she said simply, rising. “I can’t seem to keep you out of my mind either.”

“And you thought about
that
? Fuck me, how could I be so lucky?”

She grinned. “Ya liked that, huh?”

“Liked? Liked is too tame a word for that.”

Jason pulled her against him and he felt her tremble. He may have been lucky but she was still suffering some major arousal, he guessed. He started to pull up the skirt of her form-fitting dress. She resisted at first. “What are you doing?” she said attempting to smooth the material back down.

“Let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Come on, let me touch you. I know you’re turned on.”

She smirked and blushed.

They waged a tug of war for a moment before he decided to try a different tactic. He kissed her, hotly, teasing her until finally she worked her hands around his neck, and he seized the opportunity to pull her skirt up to her waist. There was no fight left in her.

Jason eased his palm down into her panties, allowing his fingers to sweep between her lips. He was met with soft, hot, slick liquid just waiting to be savored.

“Now what I wanna know is,” he whispered into her mouth, “were you this wet from thinking about what you were going to do to me, or was it doing it to me that got you so worked up?”

She didn’t answer, just kept kissing him hotly.

As soon as his fingers grazed her wet pussy, her mouth opened on his, in a quick inhalation of suspended pleasure and he knew by her response that she was on the very edge of an orgasm. He was torn. He wanted to sink down to his knees and return the favor, but he also wanted to take his time, the first time he licked her, to get her to this kind of peak. He wanted to taste her in every stage of arousal, from timid beginning to this beautiful slick end and everything in between. To hear the little noises she made when he did something she liked. To feel her excitement grow and expand until she convulsed and undulated under the assault of his tongue gliding through her folds and his lips sucking her to climax.

Running all four fingers into her crease from back to front he’d have to settle for fingering her for now. She seemed to melt at his touch. He paused to circle slowly and deliberately the hot hole begging to have something long and hard buried in it. She gasped when he slid his middle digit into her. But he didn’t stay sheathed for long before he swirled it over the tiny engorged bud burning for his touch.

Lainey exhaled in a rush. She wasn’t even kissing him anymore, she’d leaned her head into his shoulder, clinging to him as he stroked her with tiny slow circles. A small whimper escaped her lips right before she shuddered against him. He continued the little rounds until she flattened her hand over his so that he cupped her pussy. She needed the added pressure, he assumed.

“Feel better?” he asked, when she calmed. He knew he didn’t. He was now back where they started with another intense boner.

“No,” she said breathlessly. “I want it all,” she admitted, palming his erection.

He groaned, thrusting his hips, making sure she felt the fullness.

She glanced at her watch. “But you, Professor, need to get back to school. I hear they frown on the teachers being late.”

“I seriously don’t know how you expect me to go back there. I am indecent, just like you had me at the park. My mind will be here,” he indicated where she’d been kneeling in front of him just moments before. “I won’t be able to speak. And I’ll be thinking about this,” he gave her box a squeeze, “and your sweet freakin’ mouth the whole fuckin’ time.”

Tilting her pelvis she then pushed her sweet cunt more fully into his hand before she stepped away and shimmied her tight skirt back down over her delicious ass. “Would you like me to apologize then? Take it back? Never ask you if you’re free for lunch ever again?”

“No,” he answered sulkily.

“Then do up your pants like a good boy and let’s go.”

He did, tucking his disobedient cock back into his pants, zipping up with a grimace and a tug to readjust.

They walked back out into the sunshine. Jason locked the door and followed Lainey down the drive to her car.

“Here, eat this on your way back.” She handed him a sandwich.

“Thanks.”

“I meant to make you happy, not sullen.” She pouted.

“I am. You did.” He sighed heavily and pulled her into his embrace. “I just want you so fuckin’ bad, all the time.”

“Me too.”

“I just want to curl up and take our time. We are always in a rush.”

“I know we are. But next weekend we can take our time,” she said into his chest.

It seemed like an eternity. He eased back so that he could look at her but still keep her in his arms. “I can’t wait. I want to go to sleep buried inside you and wake up with you in my arms.”

When her eyes softened, his heart stuttered. “That sounds wonderful,” she breathed.

He kissed her softly then let her go. She got into her car. With his car parked behind, he had to back out first. He pulled out and reversed far enough back so that she could get out and he followed her until they had to go their separate ways. As he drove level she gave him a wave and a smile. He nodded as he turned in the other direction.

* * * *

Jason opened the door of the shop at exactly four p.m. Lainey looked up at his abrupt entrance and smiled. “Hey, handsome.”

“Are you alone?” he asked, in a clipped tone.

“Yes,” she answered, her smile fading.

“Get in the back room. Now!” he said, in a low authoritative voice. She hesitated but when he turned the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ and locked the door, she started to back into the little room. In large strides he followed, stalking her, loosening his tie as he came at her.

She was almost to the back wall when his large body shadowed the doorframe.

Lainey watched him warily. He seemed almost angry. Intense.

“Any cameras back here?”

She shook her head.

Locking the back door he then moved like a caged cat to where she stood.

Without a word he dragged her skirt up. His jaw was tight, like he had his teeth clamped tightly together. His lips were drawn in a hard line. Once he had her skirt up around her waist, he tucked the index fingers under the soft elastic in her panties and as he started to kneel down in front of her, he dragged the garment to her ankles on his descent.

Lainey’s pussy pooled with weighty desire when she knew his intent. His teeth grazed the skin hooding her clit. She closed her eyes and leaned heavily against the wall. He ran his tongue lightly over her smooth lips, as far back between her thighs as he could reach, then back to the front. Lainey tensed in anticipation, wanting, needing him to touch his tongue to the burning nub. But he teased her, running it to the other side and back.

Lainey fisted her hands in frustration. The flat of Jason’s tongue tapped tantalizingly close to the highly sensitized bud.

Gasping for breath, she knew she wasn’t even going to get to enjoy this. Jason had her in such a heightened state of semi-permanent arousal all the time that she knew just a few velvety strokes on her highly sensitized clit would have her in one big wet puddle in no time.

Lainey tensed every muscle she could think of trying to slow the incredible feeling building inside her.

He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her forward. “Open,” he growled, releasing his hold only to coax her thighs further apart. “Do you think I’ve been able to keep my mind anywhere else?” he asked, staring at her crotch, his heavy breath sending hot gusts of air across her thighs. “I’ve thought of two things all afternoon, thanks to you. I thought about lunchtime, and how you sucked my cock.” Another harsh sound erupted from his throat and he nipped at her skin, making Lainey cry out but not in pain. “Ah, fuck, did you suck my cock! And then I couldn’t wait to return the favor. I could think of nothing but slipping my tongue into you, tasting you for the first time.”

Lainey couldn’t help the pathetic mewling sound from escaping her throat.

With his thumbs, he opened her lips and licked in one long searing stroke from her hot wet hole to her swollen nub. They both sighed in ecstasy.

Jason sucked her clit gently into his mouth, probing softly. Her legs trembled.

“Oh, Jase,” she cried softly, shuddering into a quick but deep orgasm.

“Ahh, already?” he complained, without heat.

“I’m sorry, you just do it for me.”

He grinned at that admission, rising to his feet. She looked up at him with soft satisfied eyes. “Did you bring a condom?” she asked hopefully.

He raised a dark eyebrow at her. “As a matter of fact…” He reached into his back pocket and produced a foil packet. “I did.”

“Oh, good,” she breathed and eagerly went after the button and zipper of his trousers. She pushed them off his hips, along with his boxers, sending them in one fell swoop down to his ankles, while he tore open the packet. Lainey took his quivering cock into her hands and stroked him. When he placed the rubber over the tip she rolled it the rest of the way down.

“Sit,” she instructed, indicating the padded chair to their left. He sat his bare ass onto the cool leather. Lainey backed toward him. Jason placed a hand on her hip as he held his cock straight up and steady. The tip nudged into her hot center. She eased slowly down, inch by delicious inch. When the backs of her thighs touched his, Jason grabbed her hips and yanked her down hard into his lap, impaling her completely. He growled deep in his throat at the sensation of her sitting on him. He held her there for a moment, savoring, then she started to move, using the arms of the chair as leverage. Slowly at first, in an up and down rhythm, using him as if she were rubbing some sweet spot inside herself, trying to soothe an itch. He let her set the pace. She could use him for whatever reason she needed. She felt incredible to him. Hot and tight.

He reached around her, taking her soft tits in his hands. He gave them a squeeze before stroking her nipples to twin peaks. She exhaled heavily and arched into his hold. He made circular motions in tandem. The little noises she made drove him crazy. He felt the tiniest little flutter deep inside her. Her breathing escalated and she picked up the tempo.

Another convulsion made her muscles clench around his throbbing hardness. Everything inside him quickened, his pulse, his blood, his need to fuck her senseless. Releasing her breasts he then grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his thighs.

She emitted a strangled scream. He froze for a moment thinking he’d been too rough. When she surged upward, gritting, “Go! Faster!”

He wasn’t content to just sit in the chair anymore. He bucked, jolting her to her feet. He followed her up, keeping as much of himself embedded in her as he could. Sliding his palms down her arms he placed her hands on the worktable in front of them. He bent her forward, his chest to her back. “Hold on, my Lainey love,” he whispered in warning.