Captive Audience (8 page)

He looked up and caught her watching him. He gripped himself and stroked upward, staring intently at her face, gauging her reaction. Her tongue darted out and her nostrils flared delicately.

Ah, she liked watching him. He rubbed himself again, pumping his fist up and down his engorged cock, squeezing the head. She gasped. He glanced down to see the bead of moisture weeping from his dick. She met his eyes.

“When I saw you in your cell. You looked…” She trailed off as her eyes flickered down again.

He said a silent prayer for his sanity as he began to work himself harder, up and down. Her breathing grew more labored as his penis lengthened and pulsed, dripping precum.

“Do you like that cock, baby? Tell me you like it.”

“I do. I like it,” she whispered.

“I can’t hear you, Mick. What did you say?” He could feel the cum pooling in his balls now, ready for launch, but he pressed on.

“I like it. I like a lot,” she said, a little louder now.

He stilled and released himself as his cock jerked and twitched. He willed himself not to come.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard, please,” she whispered.

Elation soared through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. She was almost there, completely open to him.

He knelt in front of her, breathing in her scent. He flicked his tongue against her swollen clit and she jerked, crying out. He sucked the hard little nub into his mouth, expertly working it with lips and tongue.

His body tensed as hers did, and he slid two fingers into her, deep. She froze and he knew that with one breath, one move, she would crash over him.

“Jake,” she sobbed, arching her hips to take him deeper, to send her over.

He retracted his fingers until just the tips remained within her and she moaned, unsatisfied.

“Beg. Beg me for it, Mickey. Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it.” He breathed the words against her, his lips inches away from her pussy as creamy liquid trickled down her thigh. He bit her there and she jerked again, in the agony of anticipation.

He licked her center once and her pussy fluttered against his fingers. “Nope. We can stay like this forever. Beg.”

Something in her seemed to break as she sobbed and shook. “Please, Jake. Please fuck me. I want that cock deep inside my pussy when I come.
Please
,” she groaned.

He stood like a shot and fully withdrew his fingers from her body, grabbed his dick, and pushed the mushroom head into her waiting heat. “Good girl, Mick. That’s it. Now take it,” he growled as he clutched her hips, driving himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Mickey reached around him and clutched his ass to anchor him to herself for a moment before she thrust her hips in response. He pulled out and long stroked her again, then pounded all the way back in. He gripped her hips tight and fucked her hard, slamming her over his distended cock once, twice, and then he felt her whole body still as she screamed.

He flexed hard, feeling her inner walls pulling at him, urging his own release. He pulled back and thrust home one last time as her body bucked and convulsed over him, soaking him with her juices until he could hold back no longer. Just as he was about to come, she grabbed his balls tight in her hand and slid her pussy off him. She was still gasping, but managed to utter the three words that brought him low.

“In my mouth.”

He almost spurted into the air then, and shook his head to clear it as this magnificent woman knelt between his legs, gripping his bobbing cock in her fist. She closed her bee-stung lips over his cock and sucked him all the way in. His balls tightened even further until they felt like they’d completely drawn up inside him. He stared at her glorious head, bobbing up and down on him, and was undone.

The orgasm ripped through him, and he clutched her head in his hands as he exploded into her greedy, suckling mouth. The rapture went on and on as he shouted her name, pumping himself into her throat, cock jerking as he came.

Fuck
. As he tried to get back his senses, he wondered who had been the teacher and who had been the student.

As his heartbeat slowed, he looked down and saw Mickey staring up at him with a satisfied smile.

“What are you grinning about?” he asked, ruffling her hair playfully.

“Nothing at all, Thompson. You think you’re pretty smart, huh? Making me beg. Well, payback is a bitch, and I’ll have my revenge.”

Unbelievably, his cock twitched at the thought.

He reached out for her hand and she slipped it into his. “Mickey, I want to give us a try. I love fucking you. And there are a million things I want to show you, and do with you. But that’s not all of it. I like you. I care about you. And I want to know if I might be able to love you, and see if you could love me too. I’m not an angel, but I know one thing. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before, and that’s why I never made a commitment. But if you give me a chance, I swear, it will be me and you. No one else. What do you say?” He finished with his heart in his throat.

Joy shone in her eyes. “I say yes. Yes, crazy as it is, let’s give it a try.” She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight as relief washed over him.

“But payback starts now. Do you have a blindfold?”

The End

Author Bio

Chloe Cole is happily married and lives in Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and a pack of teenage boys. She loves to play poker and fantasy football, but her true passion is writing. If she couldn’t be an author, she would definitely be a pirate. Or a Gryffindor. Someday she hopes to publish something her dad can read without wanting to poke his eyes out with sharp sticks. She
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