The Job (33 page)

It
happens so fast that for a moment, I wonder if I’d just been imagining her
powerful, sensual touch.

“I
didn’t turn them blue, did I?” she asks deadpan.

“No,”
I chuckle. “I think I’ll be all right.”

“Oh
well,” she says. “I tried. Now,” she says, putting her arms out to her sides on
the bed and uncrossing her legs, “are you planning to use that thing or what?”

“God,
you’re bossy,” I tell her.

She
furrows her brow a moment and says, “I was supposed to be the one punishing
you. Get over here.”

I
grin and make my way back onto the bed.

“You
know,” she says, taking the condom out of my hand and unwrapping it, “ever
since that day in training, it’s gotten so hard for me not to want to say ‘nice
dick’ to you in everyday conversation.”

I
laugh, but her face remains comically serious.

“Yeah?”
I ask. “Well, I appreciate the compliment.”

“Come
here,” she whispers and bends her finger, beckoning me closer to her. I get up
close and she tells me to “Lie down.”

I
lie down on my back and run my fingertips over the soft skin of her side.

“I’ve
always wanted to try this,” she says and she places the condom on my tip and
works it most of the way down me with her mouth. She hums laughter as she
reaches the point where she can’t go any further and she comes back up, saying,
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a work in progress, but I’d say that’s a pretty promising
start.”

“I
think I have to agree,” I tell her.

She
unrolls the latex the rest of the way down my shaft and positions herself over
me.

“Cross
your arms over your chest,” she tells me and, although I don’t know where she’s
going with this, I do. “Close your eyes,” she says.

I
do.

She
moves off of the bed. I ask her where she’s going, but she just reiterates that
my job is to keep my arms crossed and my eyes closed.

I
can hear her footsteps moving out of the room, but I keep my eyes sealed shut
despite my curiosity as to just where the hell she’s going.

She
comes back into the room and says, “All right, now just hold still. This might
feel a little weird.”

With
that, my eyes shoot open on their own to find her standing over the side of the
bed with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs in her hand.

“You
were supposed to keep your eyes closed!” she complains.

“You
don’t tell someone to keep their eyes closed
and
that something might feel a little weird,” I tell her with a
laugh.

“Well,
since you
ruined
the surprise,” she
says. “I guess it’s fair to ask if you’re okay with this.”

“Yeah,”
I tell her. “Just don’t get too rough, I’m not really into that part of it.”

“Wasn’t
planning on it,” she says and takes my wrists, one by one, and closes the
handcuffs around them.

“You
know,” I tell her. “Since I ruined one surprise and kept another one, I think
that means they cancel each other out, don’t they?”

“Nope,”
she answers and climbs onto the bed, kissing my stomach, my chest and finally
my neck as she positions herself between my arms. “This is kind of nice,
actually,” she says. “I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with these.”

With
that, she starts grinding herself over my cock, always so close to putting me
inside of her, but always lifting herself at just the right moment so it
doesn’t quite happen.

“You’re
killing me,” I breathe.

“Oh,
I’m just getting started,” she says. “You know, you feel really good rubbing
against my clit.”

“I’m
glad,” I say in a whisper, tantalized out of my mind by the feeling of her hot,
wet core.

“You
know,” she says, continuing to work herself on top of, but never quite over me,
“I think Irene and Alec have a pretty good rule when it comes to sex.”

“Yeah?”
I ask, my mind completely blank other than to take in every sensation of the
moment.

“Yeah,”
she says. “I think it’s only fair that a woman should come twice before the
man. After all, just think of all the puritanical centuries of women
never
being allowed to have an orgasm. I
think that’s pretty fucked up.”

“You
know, I really didn’t have anything to do with that,” I tell her, closing my
eyes, taking in the wonder of her touch.

“Still,”
she says, “I think it’s about time that we women start taking back the orgasm.”

“Can’t
we share it?” I ask.

“Maybe,”
she says, “after you’ve gotten me where I need to be.”

The
way she says it is a little brusque, but as I open my eyes to look at her,
she’s beaming. She gives me a quick peck on the lips and grinds herself harder
against me.

It’s
the most pleasant torture, waiting to be enveloped by her.

She
lifts my head and leans back, giving me access to her nipples, and I eagerly
take them into my mouth, each in their turn, feeling myself growing harder than
I remember possible.

“That’s
it,” she says, increasing her tempo. “That’s perfect.”

Her
pussy massages my dick as my dick massages her pussy and she’s humming her
enjoyment of the moment.

“Now,
if you think you can let me know before you’re about to pop…” she says and
slides all the way up my shaft, angling herself against me and sliding onto me
without even the inclination to use her hands.

Inside
of her is a warm, silky heaven and I move my arms over her body, hands still
bound together, to rest just above her firm ass.

“I
don’t think those handcuffs are much of an obstacle, are they?” she asks.

I
smile, “Not really, but that’s okay.”

She
kisses me on the mouth and pushes herself down, putting me so deep inside of
her. Her muscles tighten and relax around me and she takes my lower lip into
her mouth as she rotates her hips on top of me.

“Holy
shit,” I whisper as she takes her mouth away from mine to nibble on my earlobe.

Her
hot breath gives me chills, and there’s nothing in the world right now except
for her.

I
kiss her cheek, her neck, whatever portion of her skin that I can reach, my
lips meet.

Between
our bodies, tiny droplets of sweat form and she’s gliding over me, effortless.

My
senses piqued, I breathe in the smell of her and my mouth delights in the
sweet, salty taste of her skin.

Her
quiet moan is loud in my ears, her breath the rush of ocean waves.

When
her muscles start to tighten, I lift my hips, adding motion to our already deep
contact, and she buries her face in the crook of my neck, the vibration of her
increasing volume, sending the sensation of warm feathers over my skin.

Her
breath catches as she stills above me, her muscles contracting on and over me,
and I increase the tempo, taking her higher and farther than ever before.

“Oh…”
she breathes, “fu-ck…”

She’s
so wet now, dripping onto the skin of my loins and just as her orgasm begins to
recede, I put my hands at her lower back and as I rise, she embraces me.

I
kiss her lips and watch her eyes grow even fuller with desire.

“That’s
one,” she whispers, grinning an uneven grin.

“If
you think I’m stopping at two,” I tell her, “you’re crazy.”

I
move my legs under me and lift both of us up, her still clinging tightly to my
body.

“Where
are we going?” she asks.

“Anywhere,”
I tell her, “everywhere.”

I
rise up onto my knees and hold her there a moment, suspended by virtue of our
clutching of one another.

“Put
your arms just under mine,” she says and I do.

She
leans back, maintaining enough of a grip on my neck and shoulders that she can
throw her head back, letting her long hair fall over her body and behind her.

She’s
fucking gorgeous at all angles.

“Don’t
move,” she says and her hips move in unknown patterns, her stomach tightening
and releasing more than once a second.

Her
breasts are just before me and barely out of reach, heaving and pulsing with
her rapid heartbeat. Her rosy nipples swell and she is everywhere in front of
me gorgeousness.

I’m
so deep inside her now that I can barely keep my eyes pointing forward and my
heart within my chest as I suck in the air between us, almost feeling the
warmth of her body entering my lungs.

“I’m
almost there,” she says. “Oh my god, you feel so beautiful.”

The
only response I can give is my breath and the support of my arms as she relaxes
her grasp on my shoulders and neck, falling back completely as she gorges
herself on thick breaths.

Her
legs tense around my body and she’s more vibrant than ever, riding me, held in
my arms, free to let her body go and when she comes, I could swear the room
brightens a little with the fine layer of sweat making her body glow in front
of me.

“More,”
she whispers, her legs and arms and every part of her still jerking with
pleasure.

I
bring my arms back toward me, and I’m already starting to doubt that I’m going
to be able to last long enough to bring her there once more before my own
ecstasy overwhelms my every sense.

She
wraps her arms around my shoulders, her fingers tight against the skin of my
back, and I lift my arms over her head, lying back and perpendicular at the
waist, she flips her hips forward and back, on and over my erection.

“I’m
getting close,” I tell her and she only rides me harder.

“Hang
in there,” she says. “This one’s coming on fast.”

I
close my eyes and bite my lower lip, taking myself backward just enough to meet
her as she rises again.

“Come
with me,” she says.

That
permission brings every sensation just below the surface, and I’m already in
disbelief as to how far it goes.

“Now,”
she whispers and she quivers over me, my still-cuffed hands resting against her
upper thighs, the long chain of the handcuffs only occasionally altering my
motion.

Then,
in a dark flash of something beyond my experience, I rise upward, my abs
tightening and just as quickly releasing, again and again as every bit of me
that I can even imagine goes within her, perfect.

My
eyes close and open, watching her as she watches me, brows furrowed, mouths
open and voiceless in our moment of shared trance.

The
moment feels like it is going to last forever, but it transforms into an
all-encompassing peaceful relaxation and I put my arms over my head so she can
creep closer into me, her skin and my skin no meaningful difference anymore.

It
takes some time to catch our breath, and even when we do, we’re beyond speech.

Somewhere
in another reality, I can hear the sound of a phone ringing, but it couldn’t be
more distant, more muted.

“That
might be my dad,” Jessica whispers, and I lift my arms so she can crawl out to
reach it.

She’s
still on top of me and I’m still inside of her as she answers the phone.

“Hello?”
she says. “No, I was just sleeping. What’s up?”

She
bends down to kiss my chest.

“Yeah,
he’s here, why?” she asks and I’m hardly lucid enough to wonder.

Jessica
rises off of me, and I sit up.

“I’m
going to go grab a towel,” I whisper to her.

I
get to the bathroom and remove the condom slowly. After tossing it in the
trashcan, I find two towels, one for her, one for me.

With
mine, I begin to clean myself as I slowly walk back toward the bedroom, but
Jessica meets me in the hallway, her expression inscrutable.

I
hold the towel out toward her and she snatches it quickly before handing me the
phone, saying, “Congratulations. Linda’s pregnant.”

Chapter
Nineteen

The
New World

Jessica

I
don’t wait for an explanation, I simply get dressed while only ever a few feet
away, Eric is talking into the phone.

If
I could tell what he was saying, I would, but it’s all a dull cacophony as I
grab my things and push past him toward the door.

“Wait!”
I can hear him calling behind me.

The
only reason that I stop is that he has my phone and my dad could call at any
moment.

The
conversation went something like this:

I
said, “Hello.”

Linda
said, “Hey, are you okay? Your voice sounds funny. Is something wrong?”

I
answered, “No, I was just sleeping. What’s up?”

She
asked, “Are you with Eric?”