Semipro (3 page)

Sandra glanced
up,
pleased to see he’d thrown back his head. His eyes were
closed, and the tendons in his neck had distended under the pressure of how tightly
he’d clenched his teeth. In a flash, she replaced her mouth with her free hand
and took his cock inside.

Jake pumped his hips in
response, feeding more of his cock to Sandra. It took her a moment to adjust to
the length, but relaxing her throat helped her accept all of him. While bobbing
her head, she cradled his balls in her palm, stroking him gently. She tightened
her palm around the base of his cock and pumped him to the rhythm she set with
her head. Jake groaned and arched as she sucked him, making Sandra want to send
him over the edge. It was about pleasing him, but also about asserting herself
and establishing that she had the power to make him come. The idea of having
authority over any aspect of a man as strong and virile as Jake thrilled her in
a primal way, making her folds slicker than ever.

The convulsions from his
cock pulsed against her palm, letting her know he was about to come. Sandra
waited until his stomach was tight and his cock was stiffer than it had been.
As he reached that moment, she slipped her finger behind his balls to massage
the sensitive area there. The fluid oozing from him increased copiously, and
she tongued the
vee
of nerves under his head.

He tangled a hand in her
hair as he let loose with a shout of satisfaction. Sandra drank in his
completion, milking him of the last drop as his cock
spasmed
several times. Even after he had stopped trembling and had gone semi-rigid, she
held him between her lips for a few seconds longer.

Eventually, Sandra had to
break the connection, and she met his gaze as she stood up to straddle his
thighs. Satisfaction warmed his eyes, and his lazy half-smile bespoke of how
much she had pleased him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” It was
such a formal response that was at odds with the intimacy of the act, but
seemed appropriate. It seemed like Jake was thanking her for more than the blowjob.
The therapist in her sensed he was expressing his appreciation for her
acceptance of his injury.

“My
turn.”
Jake
wrapped his hand around her waist, lifting her higher.

“Um
hmm.”
Sandra
arched her hips, rubbing her pussy against his skin as he slowly dragged her up
his body. The subtle changes in texture stimulated her in different ways,
having her thrusting against his stomach, and then clenching her muscles when
his chest hair tickled her sensitive lips.

After what seemed like an
eternity, Jake finally had her where he wanted her. He had slid down while
sliding her upward, and she was now kneeling on the sofa, knees on either side
of his head. She held her breath when he penetrated her folds with his finger,
working the digit deeply inside her. It was beyond her limits of self-control
to resist thrusting against his hand. She cried out with relief when a second
finger joined the first to fill her more completely.

“You have a beautiful
pussy, Sandra.” His breath washed over her trimmed hair, tickling and making
her surge toward him, wanting to feel his mouth against her.
“So
tight.”
He wiggled the fingers inside her, as though stretching her. “I
can’t wait to feel this sweet, little pussy riding me.”

She mumbled something
unintelligible, trying to give her consent to bypass oral pleasure and just
take her. Every nerve in her body sang, crying out for his cock.

“First…” He licked her
slit.
“Just a taste.”

“More.”

Jake chuckled, and her
clit tightened at the rush of warm air it produced. “You sure are bossy. Ever
thought about being a major-league coach?”

“My job keeps me busy
enough.” Sandra clenched her teeth when Jake licked her again, this time
plunging his tongue inside her folds to swirl around her clit a couple of times.
When his mouth withdrew again, she could have cried with frustration. “Dammit,
Jake, will you—”

When he engulfed her with
his mouth, she broke off in mid-sentence, no longer capable of speaking as he
sucked and licked her pussy. The heat of his invading tongue made her hotter
than she’d been, and she bucked her hips, pushing down against his mouth as he
sucked her clit. His fingers continued to pump into her, while he worked her
clit and the surrounding area.

Being at his mercy was
just as pleasurable as having him at hers, she decided. That was her last truly
coherent thought as Jake alternated sucking, licking and nibbling her pussy.
She rocked her hips, thrusting against his face. Tremors radiated from her
womb, and she tightened her thighs in preparation of the approaching orgasm.

Sandra clenched her hands
into the cushions of the couch, sobbing Jake’s name as he sucked her clit
forcefully, before blowing gently against the little nub. Waves of satisfaction
crashed over her, sweeping her into the onslaught. Convulsions racked her body,
and she was only vaguely aware of Jake slipping out from underneath her. She
settled lower on the couch, still on her knees, and rested her forehead against
the back of the sofa as her heart raced.

Before she had barely had
a chance to recover and wonder where Jake had gone, he was back. He sat beside
her, and she saw the condom sheathing his erection, which explained his brief
departure. Sandra wondered if she had the energy to move to his lap. Maybe he
sensed how thoroughly the climax had ravaged her, because he lifted her around
the waist and settled her on his lap.

“There’s a bed,” she
managed to whisper in a husky voice.

“Later.” He dismissed the
idea by aligning their bodies. Sandra’s eyes widened when the head of his
erection settled into her slick folds. It dawned on her that he was larger than
any previous lover, but he’d already surged inside her before she could
question her ability to take him.

Jake filled her up,
stretching her completely, almost to the point of pain. Sandra thrust against
him lightly, testing the depths of his cock, and found any hint of discomfort
rapidly disappeared.

Jake set a slow pace,
thrusting deeply into her before withdrawing almost completely before repeating
the motions. Sandra circled her hips to rub her clit against his cock as he
filled her. Time seemed to lose any meaning as she rode him, their gazes
locked. She took his hands, and they thrust in sync. The moment was more than
sexual, and the intimacy she was sharing with Jake, a total stranger, surprised
her.

It was almost an
afterthought when they came again. Sandra clenched around his cock as she
climaxed, triggering his release. They continued to thrust against each other,
their pace gradually slowing until they weren’t moving at all. They remained
joined, silence surrounding them. It was comfortable, and she felt no need to
speak.

At some point, they
seemed to consciously decide to move to the bed at the same time. Jake lifted
her, and she locked her legs around his hips. Her head was still spinning from
the force of her orgasms, and she briefly wondered if she could endure another
round of Jake’s tender mastery.

He set her on the bed and
Sandra rolled away to allow him room. The soft mattress cradled their bodies
and she sighed with contentment when he sprawled on his stomach, his chin
resting on her stomach. She ran a hand through his thick hair, still awed at
how completely they had come together—in more ways than one.

“I’ve never…” He trailed
off, clearing his throat. “I have never had sex like that before.”

She arched a brow.
“Really?
We didn’t do anything kinky.”

“You know what I mean.”
He squeezed her hip. “It was pretty amazing, and not just on a physical level.”

She nodded her agreement
while tracing his ear with the tip of her finger.

“Is it always like that
for you?” He seemed reluctant to ask.

That was understandable,
considering he still thought she was a prostitute. She briefly considered
confessing the truth but decided to enjoy more of him first. “Never,” she said
truthfully, biting back a grin at the way he smirked with satisfaction.

Jake extended his tongue
to lick her stomach, moving his way up her body. He paused for a moment to
tongue her rib cage, following the line of her ribs up to the underside of her
breasts. She held her breath when he nibbled the delicate flesh, tense with
anticipation for him to put the nipple in his mouth.

“Are you into kink?” he
asked against her skin, his warm breath flowing over the tight bud straining
for his mouth.

Sandra blinked, uncertain
how to answer. She’d never been with anyone who was particularly adventurous
before. Doggy-style was the extent of her “kink” experience. That probably
didn’t qualify. She licked her lips. “Um, it depends?” Her answer sounded more
like a question.

“On
what?”
Jake
scooted a little higher, and his mouth finally settled over her nipple. He
stroked it with his tongue and she thrashed, arching her back to offer him
better access.

She muttered something
incoherent, vaguely aware when he repeated his question. Her thoughts were
almost collected when Jake moved his hand between her legs to stroke her lips.
She cried out when he pressed his thumb against her clit and lifted her hips to
get closer to his hand as he moved away from the slick nubbin. “Jake, please.”

“Please, what?” He
chuckled, clearly enjoying her response.

“Will you please fuck
me?”

He rewarded her by
slipping his thumb between her lips to stroke lightly around the clit.
“How?”

She grunted.
“With your cock.”
His erotic torture was annoying, but she
couldn’t seem to marshal her reaction enough to tell him to stop. Not that she
really wanted him to stop.

A full laugh escaped him.
“I know how to fuck, baby. I meant, how do you want me to fuck you? Do you want
it slow and sweet?
Fast and hard?”
His hand slid
lower, away from her needy clit, and paused at her entrance. “Do you want me to
put my cock in this delightful place…
”
Jake brought
his hand lower still, probing gently at her back passage.
“Or
maybe here?”

She let an unintelligible
groan be her answer. The idea appealed to her. She had never thought she would
actually choose to let a man take her there, but with Jake, it sounded like
bliss. “You can do whatever you want to me,” she said through her passionate
haze.

His lips curved into a
grin and he looked like a kid who’d just been given a long-awaited treat. “I
was hoping you’d say that.” Jake stretched upward to slant his mouth over hers,
whispering,
“
I’m partial to anal. As tight as your
pussy was, I can’t imagine how snug you’ll be around me.”

Sandra parted her lips,
sliding her tongue inside his mouth. She grasped his shoulders and arched
against his hand. The tip of his thumb slipped deeper inside her, bringing
pleasure and a little discomfort. When he withdrew, she stiffened and broke the
kiss. “You don’t have to stop.”

Jake winked. “I’m not,
baby. I’m just prepping you.” He plunged two fingers inside her pussy,
fingering her as she bucked against his hand. “That’s it.”

Sandra wanted to protest
when he brought her to the edge of orgasm. She wanted him inside her. Before
she could verbalize the thought, he circled his fingers like a corkscrew,
rubbing against a particular spot that made her come. That he had done that so
easily, and so expertly, might have shocked her if she hadn’t enjoyed it so
much. Clearly, Jake was a consummate lover, but it didn’t matter who was in his
past. She was his future.

She blinked at the
thought, chastising herself. They were having a one-night stand. It wasn’t the
start of anything more—not that she would say no if he wanted to see her again.
Of course, once he discovered her lie, he might want nothing to do with her.

Jake’s hand shattered her
concentration. He circled the hole of her backside, spreading her own juices
around and inside. She gasped when he penetrated her with a finger.

“Easy. Just relax and let
me stretch you.” Jake slowly wiggled his finger, and she found herself going
limp, overwhelmed with sensations. The discomfort was gone, replaced by
tingling warmth that radiated deep inside her pussy.

With gentle motions, he
opened her untried depths, easing in a second finger. Sandra accommodated his
digits and pressed against them, wanting more. She winced when he withdrew his
fingers, squeezing her eyes closed as she prepared for his cock to replace
them.

The bed bounced lightly
as he rolled away. Sandra opened her eyes and saw him retrieving a new foil
packet. When he returned, his cock sheathed, she parted her legs and held out
her arms. Jake settled over her like he was made to fit.

“Do you still want me to
fuck you?” he asked, his cock poised to enter her pussy.

She frowned with
confusion. “Yes. I thought you were going to…” She trailed off, blushing at her
inability to finish the sentence.