“And this just goes on and on and on…” He pressed his lips to hers again and again.
“All. Fucking. Night. Long.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his hips, driving her against the back wall of the elevator.
“I know how you feel,” she breathed when the elevator slid to a stop and the bell went off letting them know they’d arrived at her floor.
“Do you?” He gripped her in his arms as if he couldn’t let her go and she wondered if he was going to, but he finally did as the doors started to slide open. Rachel retrieved her wig and went to put it back on but Jake took it from her hands.
“What—?” she protested.
“I like seeing all of you.” He hid both hands behind his back when she went to grab her wig. She was afraid she might run into a neighbor in the hallway. “And I’m gonna see a lot more of you in a minute. Which one is yours?”
“At the end of the hall.” She nodded in that direction and they made it without incident. Rachel’s hand trembled as she slipped her key into the lock, but they’d barely burst into the apartment before Jake was kissing her again and she found herself pressed against the door they’d closed behind them.
“Jake-” She tried to protest, to keep up some semblance of appearance or decorum, although she wasn’t even sure why, until he thrust her half the way up the door with his hips, using both hands to tear her blouse open. The buttons popped and scattered like marbles all over the floor and she had time to wonder if she was dreaming this before her bra was pulled down too and he buried his face against the flesh of her breasts like he was coming home.
“Oh god!” She ran her hands through the dark curls on his head, her hips moving on their own, grinding back against his. Her skirt was long, but he had it pushed far up her legs, the soaked crotch of her panties wetting the zipper of his trousers with every thrust. “Jake, please, please…”
“Please what?” His tongue bathed her nipples, back and forth, sending exquisite shocks of pleasure down between her thighs.
“I want you,” she begged, reaching down between them to touch herself, something she had done thinking about him a hundred times since the limo, getting herself off again and again just from the memory. But he was here now, real flesh and pounding blood and she had to have him. Had to. Now.
“You want me to fuck you?” He was already fumbling with his zipper, freeing his cock.
“Yes!” She moaned when she felt the length of him spring free between her thighs, the only thing separating them now the thin fabric of her panties. They were plain white cotton-nothing special today-but they nudged aside just as easily as her silk ones had. “Do it! Oh please don’t tease me, put it in! Put it in!” He groaned and thrust, finding her center with delicious accuracy and pounding deep. There were no words then, just the hot pant of their breath as they kissed and he fucked her hard against the door, the whole thing rattling with every thrust, alerting every neighbor in the place to just what they were doing.
Rachel had a brief flash of fear that someone might call the cops but the hot pounding of Jake’s cock inside her pussy grew so intense so fast, like a flash fire between her thighs, the thought burned away, leaving her shaking in its wake. She was going to come like this, with him buried inside of her, fucking her so hard her teeth jarred, her head banging against the trembling door.
She clutched him, arms and legs wrapped tight, and tried to warn him, but it was no use. Her orgasm burst forth like a dam breaking, her juices flooding them both.
Jake moaned as her pussy enveloped his cock in climax, squeezing his length, the head buried so deep she thought she could taste it in her throat. Rachel screamed in release, her nails digging into his shoulders, hips bucking, but he managed to hold onto her and even come himself, following her by just moments, shoving into her so hard she thought the door might just splinter in half and spill them into the hallway.
“Oh god,” she whispered, still hanging onto him tightly as their bodies started to relax. “It was really real? I thought I dreamed it…”
“It was real.” Jake’s kisses found her neck, her jaw, her ear. “And this time you’re not going anywhere.”
“Mmm,” she agreed, whimpering as he grew soft and slipped out of her pussy.
She wanted him still, more of him, always. He groaned when she reached a hand down to find him, slack and wet with their cum.
“Hungry little kitten,” he chuckled.
“Meow.” She scratched lightly at his balls with her fingernails and he jumped, gasping. “Do you like my tiger stripes?”
He studied her head in the dim light-Rachel had one lamp on a timer in the living room and the light barely reached the foyer.
“I’d like to see your whole body painted like that.” He grinned. “We could do a new animal every night. Tigers, zebras, giraffes…”
“Giraffes?” She laughed. “What do giraffes say?”
“Umm…I think giraffes say…‘gnork.’ The ‘g’ is silent.”
“Gnork! Gnork!” she called, both of them laughing as he followed her directions to the bathroom, not letting her down, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist the whole time until he could sit her on the bathroom counter and run the shower. He slowly stripped her down, inspecting every inch of her with his eyes, until she was sitting naked on the edge of the sink.
“Now you,” she insisted, watching as he hung his suit coat on a hook on the back of the door and undid his tie. He peeled his shirt off quickly, his trousers and boxers dropping to the floor, and Rachel noticed he wasn’t kidding-his cock was half-hard again already. He left his shoes and socks in the pile and stepped into the shower.
“Come on,” he called, peeking out of the shower curtain.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. Joshie had done an amazing job painting her scalp. He was quite the artist. It seemed a shame to wash it all away without even taking a picture, but she knew she was hesitating for more reasons than just that.
Jake raised an eyebrow at her and she bit her lip, meeting his gaze.
“But then I’ll be totally naked,” she murmured, touching her tiger stripes.
Jake grinned. “That’s the idea.” He held a hand out to her and she took it, letting him pull her in. They spent a long time soaping each other up and rinsing off. The body paint came off easily enough and Rachel touched the smooth expanse of her scalp with trepidation. There weren’t even any wispy hairs left. She was completely bald.
“You’re beautiful,” Jake whispered into her ear, his fingers moving between the wet, swollen lips of her pussy as he pressed her against the tiles. She remembered how he’d taken her, fucked her, and her clit throbbed in response.
“No, I’m not,” she protested softly, whimpering as his fingers parted her, finding her aching clit and circling it with his thumb.
“Yes,” he insisted, bending to capture a nipple between his lips. She moaned and spread wider for his attention. “You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it.”
“Jake…” she whispered as he sank to his knees in the shower and spread her lips with his fingers, his tongue taking up where his thumb had left off. “Oh god. Oh my god. That’s so good…”
His mouth covered her pussy and he drank her in like nectar, sucking and licking and driving her wild. Before long her knees began to give way, but Jake didn’t give up-
instead he just threw her legs over his shoulders and delved in deeper, sucking insistently at her little clit. His fingers probed her hole, sliding into her wetness and mimicking the motion of his cock, in and out of her pussy, and that sent her shuddering over the edge into ecstasy.