Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man(16)

But as he looked at her, he still felt those urges for her. He still wanted her that way, maybe even more desperately now. But she had to want it too. Unless . . .

“You’ve got a boyfriend, Jenay?” he asked her. Was that the reason for her hesitancy?

She looked out of the window. It was about to get real, and she knew it. “No,” she said.

“So there’s no man waiting for you at home?”

“No.” Then she looked at him. “What about you?”

He shook his head. “No man’s waiting at home for me, either.”

She smiled. “You know what I mean.”

Charles knew. “No woman either. My wife left me and the boys nearly fourteen years ago.”

Jenay looked back out of the window.

Charles glanced at her. She had asked him that all important question: was he available too. Did that mean her interest was growing? Only one way he knew to find out, and he was not the kind of man to simply drop hints. “I think it’s a good idea,” he said, “if we spend the night together.”

She smiled, and looked at him. “Oh, really now?” But then her smile was gone. She wanted his company tonight. Nothing long term. Nothing to distract her from her future endeavors. But after that accident, and after she felt so alone in that car until she realized Charles was there, she needed him. Tonight.

“I agree,” she said.

Charles nodded his head. He was pleased beyond measure, but he didn’t want to jinx it. “Good,” he said, and then he kept driving, as if she didn’t just upend his world.





CHAPTER SIX



He sucked her breasts so hard and for so long that her nipples began to ache. She rubbed her fingers through his slick, wavy hair and moved his head with the motions of his mouth. It felt so good that she found herself panting. She couldn’t believe it. He was just getting started, but already she was panting! Mainly because it had been such a dry spell in her life. Not just recently, but her entire two years in school she’d turned every boy down who asked for action. This was supposed to be her no distractions time. This was supposed to be preparation for an even longer dry spell when she started her career.

But already, before the end of term, she’d given in. And she still couldn’t believe it. She had allowed this man to take her home, remove her blouse and bra, put her on her bed, and suck her shitless. He still had on his briefs, and she still had on her skirt and panties, but they both knew those items were soon to join the pile of discarded clothing already on the floor. She, in fact, could feel him rubbing his bundle against the seat of her panties, as he sucked her, as if that removal was eminent.

When he finally stopped ravaging her breasts and moved up to her mouth, she knew she was in for a treat. If he did to her mouth what he did to her breasts, she knew she was going to enjoy this.

He kissed her with such a long, sweet kiss that she thought she was falling under some spell. And what she loved about his style, was how he stuck to it. He didn’t move around. He wasn’t trying to kiss her ear or her nose or her chin. He just wanted her on the mouth. And that was where she enjoyed it the most.

“You taste good,” he was saying as he rubbed his lips against her lips and continued to kiss her. “You taste so good!”

He was completely on top of her now, as he kissed her, and she had her arms around him. She tried to lift her head higher, in case he, like most men, wanted access to her neck, or maybe to her big breasts again, but he wanted no parts of any access. He just wanted her mouth. And he kissed that mouth with long, slow, loving kisses that made her want to cry.

“I’m certain,” he finally said as he took breaths between kissing her,” you taste just as good in another place too.”

She knew where this other place was, but she’d never allowed a guy to go there, and Quince never wanted to. Not ever.

“Don’t you, Jenay?” he asked her as he again rubbed his lips against hers. “Don’t you taste good in another place too?”

But the way he was saying it, and the way he had handled her breasts and now her mouth so masterfully, made her want to give in. But why would she allow him to do her that way, and no one else?

But, to her own shock, she was willing to allow it. “Another place?” she asked, as if she didn’t understand.

“Yes,” he responded in a heavy, hoarse voice. “Another place.”

“Where?” she asked, her voice growing just as hoarse.

“That sweet spot between your cute little thighs. There.”

When he said there, Jenay thought she was going to swoon. But she didn’t because he didn’t delay. He moved onto his knees, and with his eyes staring lustfully into hers, he began pulling down her skirt and panties. When he completely removed them, making her completely naked, he lifted her legs, placed his hands on the back of her thighs, and opened her.