He stroked his non-existent beard. Jacob had black hair, a dark complexion, and short, curly hair. I'd never seen him with a beard, and his body was remarkably hairless. He had a wide, handsome chin and a prominent brow—very masculine, so no reason for a beard.
“I've been working out,” he said, rolling up a sleeve to show me a thick bicep.
I said, a little on the loud side, “I hope you did a lot of core work, because that's where the f**king comes from.”
An older couple heard me and turned to give us a scandalized look. I sat up straighter and enjoyed their moral outrage.
Jacob moved in closer, took one of my hands, and kissed it romantically.
Loud enough for the couple to hear, I said, “Take me upstairs and stick your big c**k in my mouth.”
The older woman looked like she might have a heart attack.
Jacob jumped up from the fainting sofa and scooped me up in his arms like a fireman—which he was.
“My hero,” I said, swooning into his wide, fireman chest.
The older man gave Jacob the thumbs-up as he carried me out of the lounge.
We got into the mirrored elevator, where Jacob set me down. Next, he dropped to his knees, stuck his head under my dress, and blew hot air on my pu**y, through my underpants.
I giggled and said, “Isn't there a camera in here?”
He stood and kissed me, gently, rubbing his hardening bulge against my crotch. I reflexively parted my legs to let him get closer to my aching center.
It had been a week, seven full days, since I'd had pleasure. I hadn't touched myself since my encounter with Mr. Hubert in the changing room. Oh, I'd tried, a few half-hearted attempts, but I just couldn't get myself going on my own.
I even went looking for p**n o on my laptop, but the stuff I found wasn't doing anything for me. Unless it's really good quality, I find myself wondering about the people in the scenes. Does that woman have kids at home? What about the guy? Is he on Viagra, or is he really that happy to f**k some screaming nymphette in both holes?
We got to his floor, the elevator dinged, and Jacob was grinding himself into me like a male dancer.
“Easy, Mr. Fireman,” I said. “Save some for inside.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the mirrored elevator. “I'm gonna pound that pu**y hard.”
As he unlocked his door, I reminded him of our deal. “Three words. Good, yes, and pu**y. Nothing else. You can pound it all you want, but you can't say you're pounding it.”
He stopped and gave me an annoyed look. “You're serious. Lexie. Come the f**k on. You know me. You know I can't get my rocks off if I'm not vocalizing a bit.”
I grabbed his bulge and squeezed it. “You'll get off. I guaran-fucking-tee it. But do me a solid with the one-time ban on dirty talk. Just this one time. I'll make it worth your while.”
“You'll suck it?”
I thought about our past experiences. I rarely sucked his cock, and I didn't know why. He had a nice one, and yet, me giving him oral hadn't happened much over our f**k buddy history.
“I'll suck it like it's a diamond ring. Wait, that made no sense. I'll suck it like it's a drippy ice cream and I'm hot and starving. I'll suck it like it's chocolate ice cream.”
He nodded and unlocked the door. “Good. Yes. Pussy.”
Once inside, we got straight to business. I dimmed the lights, he folded out the sofa bed, and we rolled onto the mattress, which had no sheets.
“No sheets!” I exclaimed in horror.
“They're in the wash. I only have one set.” He realized he'd said banned words and clamped his hand over his mouth, then said, “Pussy.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled me astride him on the bare mattress. I felt his stiff tool under my panties, which were getting moist, thanks to the martini downstairs, and the sight of Fireman Jacob pulling off his shirt.
I rounded my back, leaning forward, and licked his ni**les. He tasted shower-fresh, and I got excited about what I was about to do. Since my little changing-room excitement a week earlier, I'd been craving actual flesh in my mouth, and not covered in a weird sock, no matter how expensive and classy the sock was.
I undid Jacob's pants and let his big boy out to play, just as my phone rang.
“Might be work,” I said, excusing myself.
Jacob pointed to me and said, “Pussy.”
I answered the phone, thinking it could be Suzanne with a last-minute job for the next day. I'd been paid my regular day rate to help Mrs. Hubert “shop,” but I hadn't had any cash since then, and I was hard-up in more ways than one.
A man's voice came from the phone, “Candy, please.”
“You must have the wrong number,” I said.
He sounded forceful. “No, I don't. Let me talk to Candy.”
I looked over at Jacob, who was keeping himself firmed up with a little light hand action as he watched me. I propped my leg up on the arm of the sofa to give him a little looksee while I was on the phone.
“Fine. This is Candy,” I said. “Who's this?”
When I'd been at Mr. Thorne's mansion over a week ago, he'd made a call to what I assumed was a phone sex line, and jerked off to the vocal stylings of someone named Candy. And now, he was phoning me? Calling me by her name? What game was he playing?
“Who's this?” I repeated.
“Ricardo,” he said.
“Bullshit.”
I reached around and unzipped my dress in one movement, letting it fall to the floor. I unfastened the bra and let it drop, along with my panties.
Over on the pull-out sofa bed, Jacob's eyes got huge. He nodded for me to come over, as he wriggled all the way out of his pants and kicked them aside.
“I know who this is,” I said into the phone as I got onto the bed with Jacob. “You want me to put you in my mouth and describe it, don't you?”
The man I assumed was Mr. Luthor Thorne, said politely, “Oh, if you wouldn't mind.”
Jacob and I were completely na**d now, with nothing between us. I held the phone in one hand as I knelt on the bed between Jacob's legs and lowered my lips to the head of his eager tool. I kissed the ridge and tickled the cute little groove in the middle with the tip of my tongue.
Jacob moaned.
“Who's that?” came the man's voice over the phone.
“Nobody. I'm all alone,” I lied. “I had a video on, but I just turned it off. I'm ready to give you my full attention, baby.”
“Good,” he said. “Candy, I want you. I can smell you in my bedroom.”
“Mmm,” I said, because my mouth was full of Jacob's delicious head. It was so yummy, I wanted to run my teeth over it, but I didn't want him to scream. I popped his lollipop back out of my mouth for a moment.