Society Girls: Jenysis (7 page)

W
ayne

It’s been a few days since we had everyone over, and I haven’t seen Jeny nearly as much as I’d like. Yeah, we live together, but between her trying to clear my name, and me working with Alesha to get ready for trial, we’ve both been exhausted by the time we see each other. Quick dinners, even quicker shower sex, and then we collapse for the night. Not tonight, though.

I sent Alesha home early, despite her protests, because I need to be with my girl. Not for a quick fuck, but for a night of romance, and lovemaking. Hard, dirty, lovemaking, but not the frenzied race to finish like we’ve had this week. I’m going to savor that pussy while I’m eating it, fingering it, and pounding it.

“What’s all this?” she asks, walking out onto the back patio, where I have candles and torches lit all over the place.

“Romance.”

“Romance is nice,” she tells me with a smile.

“I haven’t romanced you enough over the last two years.”

“Let’s be real here. I didn’t
let
you romance me.”

“Semantics. It doesn’t matter why, but just know I’m going to treat you like the princess you are.”

She shakes her head, as she puts her arms around my neck. “Please don’t. I like just being your Jeny when we’re together.”

“Lord Dick would romance you.”

“Lord Dick? You mean Richard?” she asks, laughing hard.

I shrug. “Bray called him Lord Dick, and he also told me he asked your father for your hand in marriage.”

“Did Bray also tell you my father refused, because he knows I don’t want Richard?”

“Yeah,” I grumble. “I wish you’d told me, though. Any competition needs to be assessed when you’re in it to win it.”

“Since there is absolutely no competition, I didn’t think I needed to say anything. Let’s back up a minute, though, because you need to understand something. Richard wouldn’t romance me. The man would take me out where we could be seen, alert the media if he sent me flowers, and bore the fuck out of me while he did it all. And don’t even get me started on the sex, which would be precise, and not pleasing to me.”

“I want to punch the guy, and you’re not even dating him.”

“Yes, well, he would probably sue you, or you’d hurt your hand and not be able to play your guitar, so leave the punching people to me.”

“I don’t mind that, you know. Having you protect me. I’m man enough to accept that you’re more capable than me in some ways.’

“You’re man enough for me. More than enough. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. Now kiss me, and then I’ll serve you some dinner.”

She leans up, and kisses me, while I run my hands over her back. She’s got on a loose fitting dress with abstract flowers on it, and it’s perfect for what I plan on doing to her. I’m anxious to get that started, so I pull back, and lead her to the table.

“Aw, you ordered takeout for me.”

“I could’ve cooked, but I wanted this evening to turn out well.”

“Thanks for that.”

She starts to sit, but I place a hand on her forearm. “Please take off your panties.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

She manages to slide her hands underneath her dress without letting me see anything. I know she’s playing with me, but I don’t mind, because we’re both going to enjoy this evening’s activities. Once her thong is off, she holds the scrap of hot pink lace on her finger, offering it to me.

“You want them?”

“You can drop them on the ground this time, but have I told you how much I love your trashy lingerie. Like seriously, I love seeing you all proper on the outside, and then I find some animal print, or bright color under your clothes.”

She takes her seat, and I sit on her left side, pulling my chair as close to hers as I can get. “I could debate the term ‘trashy’ with you, but since it’s accurate, I won’t. I have fun looking for the craziest patterns and colors. I’ve always liked being wild underneath it all.”

“As the recipient of your wild side, I can tell you I’m very appreciative of it.”

“Play your cards right, and I might let you see my bra, too.”

“You’re not a sure thing?” I ask, knowing I really want to see her bra. Unlike many women, she doesn’t match her bras and panties, always giving me a surprise when I see them both. I freaking love it.

“You seem to be willing to work for it tonight,” she says with a smirk.

She wants to play? Well, I’m all in. I show her that when I slide my hand between her slightly parted thighs. My fingers are inside of her within seconds, and her back is arching, just how I love it. “I’m ready to work, baby.”

“I-I thought we were eating dinner,” she says, pushing against my hand as I stroke inside of her.

“We are. Pick up your fork, and eat.”

“I can’t eat while you do that!”

“Then, I’ll stop,” I tell her, starting to pull my fingers out.

“Don’t you dare!” Her hand clamps down on my wrist, as she grinds down, trying to get where she needs to be.

“Eat, and I’ll give you what you need.”

I can tell she wants to argue, but she wants to come even more. She picks up her fork, and spins her pasta on it, as I grab a slice of my pizza. Her moan isn’t for the food when she takes a bite, although I know she loves it.

“Good girl.”

I stroke in and out of her, twisting my fingers every few times. We both keep eating like I’m not getting her off, and it’s pretty damn great. This is good practice for those fancy dinners of hers. Now that we’re together, I’m going to be attending some, and I can’t wait to get her off with all those proper people around.

“Oh God, Wayne,” she says, and okay, maybe we aren’t ready to do this in public yet. I should’ve told her to be quiet, but why would I do that when I love making her scream?

I bring my thumb into play, circling and rubbing her clit. Swallowing my bite of pizza, I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Once you come on my fingers, I’m going to drop to my knees and have some dessert. You’re going to keep eating your pasta while I eat you.”

“You’re going to kill me,” she gasps out, and I know she’s close. I can feel how close she is.

“Nah, I’m just going to make you come all night. Let’s see if we can break our previous orgasm record.”

I increase my pace as she begins to buck against my hand. I push my thumb down on her clit, and hold it there while I finish off my pizza. Once she comes, I’m not going to have time to eat my food, and I need the sustenance to keep me going all night. I make sure she’s still eating, because she needs her calories, too.

I’ve just put the last piece in my mouth when I feel her start to come. Her pussy’s squeezing my fingers hard enough to break them as she screams my name. I slow my strokes as she comes down, lightly brushing her clit, as she slumps in her chair. She still had her fork in her hand, and it clatters onto her plate as she breathes heavily. I notice that most of her pasta is gone, and smile.

“Excellent. You did so good, baby.”

“Get on your fucking knees, Wayne,” she growls at me as I laugh.

“Someone’s not done?”

“Not even close.”

“That’s my girl.”

* * *

J
enysis

I wasn’t kidding when I said Wayne was trying to kill me. I’ll eat the damn pasta while he makes me come, but payback’s a bitch, and I’m going to make him pay when I put my mouth on him soon. He’s going to know my torture.

I surprise him by hopping on the table when he starts to drop to his knees. This is going to be much easier for both of us. I brace my left hand on the table, while using my right to pick up more pasta. I look him in the eye as I suck on a long piece, moving my mouth up and down it, before taking the forkful into my mouth. I close my eyes, and lick my lips, savoring both the food, and the effect I know I’m having on him.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

That’s a start, but I want him as crazy as I am. I whip my dress over my head and toss it aside, showing him my zebra print bra. It barely covers my nipples, and I look down to see his grey eyes widen, and then darken even more, until they’re almost black.

“Off or on?” I ask, grabbing some more pasta, like I’m asking him about the weather and not about my breasts.

“On, but pull the cups down.”

I play with him for another minute, eating my pasta, and then I pull the cups down, pinching my nipples for him. He growls again, and then his mouth is on me. He’s out of control, and I know I’m not going to last long this time.

His tongue is doing the magical swirling thing he knows I love, all while he watches me eat with one hand, and take turns pinching my nipples with the other one. My plate is almost empty when he grabs the fork from me, setting it down. I don’t know why he wants me to stop eating, but I’m not going to ask him. His mouth on me feels too good.

I put my free hand in his hair, twisting the long strands around my fingers, and pulling hard. He bites my clit in retaliation, and my body lifts off the table for a moment. I can feel his smile as he slides his tongue inside of me, and then back up again. He keeps up this routine as I feel the pressure of my next orgasm bearing down on me.

I come on another scream, fucking his face until he grabs my hips and holds me still as he softly kisses all over me while I come down. I let go of his hair to stretch out on the table, like a lazy cat. My body is so relaxed, and sated, but I know we’re not done yet.

Wayne stands up, and through my half-closed eyes, I watch him wipe his face off with napkin, take a drink of his beer, and pick up the last forkful of pasta on my plate. “Sit up for me, and eat your last bite before I make love to you.”

My heart swells when he says he’s making love to me. It’s going to be a rough and hard fucking, because his pants are undone, and I see the cum leaking from his hard cock, but I like that he’s using those words instead. I let him feed me that last forkful, and drink from the wineglass he holds us next, and then I pull him to me and kiss him.

I can still taste some of myself on his tongue, despite his beer, and I love it. I don’t think he knows, so I tell him. “I always love to taste myself on you.”

“You do? I always clean up a little because I wasn’t sure.”

“Yes, and now you know. Don’t clean up. I like you dirty.”

“That’s a given when I’m with you,” he tells me, reaching around to flick my bra closure open, before pulling it off, and tossing it aside.

“Clothes off, rock star. I want to see it all.”

“My dick’s not enough?” he asks, stroking it a few times.

“It’s so much that my mouth is watering right now.”

“Take it. I’ll let you play while I lose my clothes, but then I’m going to come inside of you.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice, but I do want to do something special for him. I heard the guys talking the other day when they were over. They didn’t know I was there, and now I’m glad. I’m going to make at least one of his fantasies come true.

“Why don’t you take them off now, and join me at the slide?”

I move past him, and dive into the pool, swimming to the edge of the rocks that surround the slide. I feel the waves as he enters the pool after me, and he’s behind me as I break the surface. “You heard us.”

“I did. Now let’s see how long you can hold on for.”

He kisses me before hopping up onto the edge of the slide, and moving back so his whole body is on it. He grips the sides as he leans back, letting the water run over his body. I place my hands below his and push myself up, thankful for all the workouts I do with the Society. He said he’s not going to finish in my mouth, but that was before he knew what I was going to do. Luckily, our slide is wide enough for two sets of legs, so I kind of kneel, although the water is too strong for me to let go.

I lick his tip, and then take him all the way into my mouth, relaxing my throat as he slides down. I’ve been working on my gag reflex, but I didn’t tell him. I obviously like to surprise him.

“Oh my God. Fuck, Jeny, fuck. You…yes…fuck!”

I start to suck in earnest, sliding up and down as I let my tongue and teeth play along. I know he’s trying hard not to push too hard into my throat, so I pull up off him, and look him in the eye.

“You can fuck my mouth. I can take it.”

Sliding my mouth back down, I smile when he starts pumping into me. I want to reach down and play with his balls, but I’m not strong enough to hold on with one hand. It doesn’t seem to matter to him as his thrusts get more erratic. He’s close, and I suck him even harder.

He’s the one yelling when he comes, his hips going so crazy I almost can’t hold on with my mouth, but somehow I manage it. I lick the last drop from him, and he pulls me down on top of him, causing us both to slide down into the pool.

“That was…I don’t…I can’t…damn, Jeny girl, you are the best. Not just because of that, but that…yeah.”

“It was fun.”

“You fucking deep throated me.”

“I watched some videos.”

“I’m seriously the luckiest man in the world.”

“Since I’m the luckiest woman, I’d say we’re even.”

I mean it. There’s this whole trial, and the accusations hanging over him, but that’s all going to go away when we prove that he’s innocent. The world thinks they know him—good or bad—but they haven’t even scratched the surface. He’s like no one else I’ve ever met, and I love every part of him.