Dirty Bad Strangers(63)

“I’ll pick you up. Seven sharp.”

And he was gone.







Gemma



Making my escape from Tessa and Chelsea was a close call. Dirty Angels, I’d said, and they’d asked me to cancel. I’d told them about my burlesque show, the only thing I could think of, only now they wanted to come. I’d rather have danced naked in front of my Uncle Jim, it would have been considerably less embarrassing than strutting my half naked stuff in front of Chelsea.

I prayed Jason would pull up quick, before I was rumbled. He did. I practically threw myself in the passenger seat, and let out a sigh of relief as we pulled away.

“Where are we going?”

“Steve’s,” he said simply. “But you won’t be fucking Steve tonight, not unless you insist.”

I shook my head. “No. I just want you.”

I could feel him smiling. “I missed you, dirty girl. I jacked off all over my laptop screen. It’s been a while since that happened.”

“It wasn’t my dazzling personality you were missing, then?”

“That, too.”

I turned my head in his direction, fighting back the impulse to rip my blindfold off and be done with it, damned the consequences. Would I recognise him? Would his face be just like the one I imagined through my fingertips? I was churning it over when his hand landed on my knee.

“I was serious, Gemma. I missed you, not just your sweet pussy.”

“Is that your idea of romance?”

“As if you want romance.”

“True,” I giggled. “Good job I don’t, hey?”

“I can do romance,” he said. “I can do rose petals and candlelight and foot massages. I can even do cuddling in bed, and coffee in the morning. Under the right circumstances, that is. I’m not all filth, Gemma, it’s just been a long time.”

“I can’t,” I said, humour all gone. “Romance makes me nervous. It squicks me out.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Then I guess we’ll have to settle for pussy pumping and a hot dose of anal, won’t we?”

I’d happily settle for that.







Jason



The guest room at Steve’s was already made up. I backed Gemma to the bed and forced her down, burying my face between her legs like she’d been gone a thousand years. She grabbed my hair, ground herself against my mouth.

“Yes,” she said. “Suck my clit, Jason, fucking suck me.”

I’d fucking suck her, alright. My parcel hadn’t arrived in time, and I’d sent Steve on a mission around London to find what I needed. He’d practically begged me to join in, but the idiot owed me one. Debt repaid.

I shifted Gemma up onto the bed, and she didn’t hesitate as I cuffed her wrists to the headboard. I yanked her dress down over her perfect tits, palming them hard before giving them a decent slap. Her nipples hardened at the assault, ripe for my tongue.

“I need you to stay still, dirty girl, still enough to take the pump.”

She nodded.

It took a few attempts to get it right but she didn’t grumble. I watched her gorgeous pussy bloom for me, swelling inside the suction pump like a perfect wet clam. I watched her flesh darken, loving the way she twitched and moaned as it grew tight.

I tweaked her nipples. “Does it hurt, dirty girl?”

“A little,” she said. “It feels weird.”

“I can stop.”

She shook her head. “No. It’s a good weird.”

I lay down beside her, fingers teasing the soft flesh of her belly, the lips of her pussy jutting up into the glass cup like a perfect peach. “I like you here, at my mercy.”

“You really want to see me like this?” she whispered. “All swollen and weird.”

I rubbed the head of my cock against her thigh. “There’s your answer.” I tilted her face, grazing her lips with mine.

“Kiss me,” she murmured. “Please...”

I opened her mouth with my tongue, met hers with forceful sweeps. I kissed her deep and wet, then sucked on her bottom lip as the pump worked its magic. She groaned, thighs lolling wide as I finally released her from the pressure. She cried out as I gripped her puffy mound between my fingers. She was so soft, cold too. I loved the way she felt to the touch, bloated and ripe.

“Oh God, Jason. God, that feels so fucking weird.”

I ran my tongue across her in flat, wet strokes. Then crushed my mouth into her. So fucking soft. Her clit was swollen so big between my lips. She squirmed and bucked, breath erratic.

“I could suck on this sweet pussy all fucking night long.”

“Please... oh God...”

I pulled her apart, pushed my face into her puffy lips, probing with my tongue until I found my way inside her. Gorgeous.