“There’s a button at the back of my neck.”
I found the button and undid it, lifted the blouse over her head, and let it fall.
“Like it?” she asked, her hand rubbing my cock again.
“Fuck yes, I do.” I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing pretty, feminine things on a woman’s body—or maybe it was just that I loved seeing them on Jillian. Her bra was white this time, and almost completely sheer except for a few little flowers or something embroidered on it in white thread. Her rosy pink nipples peeked through the material, begging to be licked and sucked and bitten. I pinched them, enjoying the little gasp of pleasure from her lips, the way her hand stilled on my dick.
“Leave it on this time,” I told her, glancing down. “The heels too.”
“I’ll leave on anything you want.” Her hands moved to my belt and worked quickly, then she dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down just enough to free my cock.
She took it in one hand and angled it toward her mouth, stopping to look up at me, and I can say for certain it was the first time I have ever been tempted to take a dick pic. In general, I don’t think dicks are deserving of portraiture, but mine looked fucking fantastic next to her face.
Sorry, was that rude?
Told you I was a caveman.
Leaning forward, I braced one hand against the wall behind her. I could feel her breath on me, and nearly trembled with anticipation. I hadn’t had a blow job in so fucking long—Alison and I had not traded those kinds of favors—and the fact that this was Jillian, and the lights were on, and I could watch everything, had my cock jumping in her hand like it might jerk itself off if she didn’t get started. I moaned at the first long stroke of her tongue up my shaft, my other hand fisting at my side as she did it again, and again. I growled when she took the head into her mouth but didn’t close her lips, just let them hover there, keeping me in agony. She took it out again and looked up at me, a wicked gleam in her eye.
“You’re killing me,” I told her.
“Yes.” She rubbed the tip along her jaw, under her chin, across her cheek. “Do you like it?”
“Yes. I like watching it, but I came over here to cook you dinner like a nice guy, and now all I want to do is fuck your mouth with my cock, then your pussy with my tongue.”
She laughed and swirled her tongue around the tip. “Deal.”
I groaned as she closed her mouth over the head and sucked a few times before sliding her lips as far along my shaft as she could take it. She kept me there for a second before pulling it out and then taking it in again, even deeper this time. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat as she began to pump her hand at the base.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my vocabulary suddenly reduced to one word. “Fuck.” I slid my fingers into her hair and held myself inside her mouth as I rocked my hips in small, sharp jabs. For a second I wondered how she could even breathe, but that thought disappeared when she began to make little noises like she couldn’t get enough, and my manners went the way of my vocabulary.
I grabbed her head with both hands and fought like hell against the orgasm that was threatening to choke her. Yet I thrust into her mouth too, hitting that spot in her throat, listening to her gasping breaths and greedy moans, wanting to come in her mouth so badly my body was on fire. Not yet, not yet, I begged myself. Just a little bit longer. Close your eyes or something—make this last!
But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Those heels, that skirt, the white straps of her bra, the dark hair spilling through my fingers, her mouth sucking me off. Jesus fuck, I need to warn her, I thought as my balls tightened up.
She knew I was close, and backed off for only a second. “Do it,” she rasped. “I want it.”
I had no words, even fuck deserted me. All I could do was growl like the beast I felt like as I tightened my hands around her head and fucked her hot, hungry mouth until I came, my cock surging and throbbing inside it.
As if that weren’t enough, she swallowed and licked me as if she didn’t want to waste a drop, and I was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and took her face in my hands. “Are you sure that was OK?”
She grinned. “Positive. I hope it was more than OK, though.”
“Oh, my God.” I groaned and hugged her to me, burying my face in her hair. “Are you kidding me? That was fucking amazing. I’m wondering if this is a dream.”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Nope. Just Friday.”
“Fridays are awesome.”
“I agree.”
“I want every day to be Friday.”
She spanked my ass. “Don’t get carried away. Now what did you bring me to eat?”
“Oh no.” I stood up, pulling her to her feet. “We had a deal.”
“What?”
I yanked my pants up just enough to walk, and swept Jillian off her feet in case she tried to argue. “We made a bargain, remember? And I intend to hold up my end of it.”
She swatted my chest as I carried her into her bedroom. “You can hold up any end you want later. Let’s have dinner first.”
“No fucking way.” I tossed her onto the bed and quickly zipped up my pants. “I want something better than dinner.”
In no mood to be patient, I shoved her skirt up to her waist, pushed her knees apart and knelt down between them. She wore sheer white panties that matched the bra, and I couldn’t resist leaving them on. I put my lips between her thighs, letting her feel my breath on her skin, just like she’d done to me. My mouth watered. I reached up to touch her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff pink peaks through the thin material, pinching them gently.