The Pleasure Chest Box Set(24)

Well that’s his own damn fault.

I dip my head down to taste him, taking just the tip of him into my mouth. He swears under his breath, and I manage to keep from smiling as I suck him in deeper. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salt on his skin.

A breeze comes across the roof, and goosebumps raise across both our bodies. Jet shudders underneath me as I draw my tongue down the length of his cock, licking at the base. “Hmm,” I say, “maybe I should tease you for hours before letting you come.”

He starts to say something, but it’s cut off by the moan he makes as I plunge him to the back of my throat. A laugh bubbles up in my throat, and I know he feels the vibrations in his cock. I pull back slowly, sucking along his length and enjoying the way his muscles jump as I use my tongue. But that’s all I get to do. He sits up, pulling me away from his cock and to my feet. He’s on his knees in front of me now, watching me as he strips me of my panties. I feel a little shudder go through me when I’m naked in front of him—everything but that little purple toy. And then that’s gone too, replaced by Jet’s mouth, and I swear I would fall over if it weren’t for his hands holding me up.

I’m still sensitive from my orgasm downstairs, and I feel the movement of his tongue in even more detail. He presses it through my folds, bringing it back to circle my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and I cry out. Suddenly I remember where I am, that I’m outside, and we’re not the tallest building in the area. Someone could be watching from a window as Jet tortures me with his mouth. I feel myself get impossibly wetter with that knowledge.

Jet’s tongue plunges inside me followed quickly by his fingers, and my knees almost buckle. My hands are deep in his hair, and I know that if he keeps this up much longer I’m going to come again, and I want him inside me when I do. I manage to take a step back from him, and the sight of me glistening on his lips almost does me in. “No more teasing,” I say. “Please.”

He smiles wickedly. “Well, since you said the magic word. But first,” he picks up the toy again from where he laid it on his jacket. His arm slips around my waist and he slips it back on. “This is what it’s meant for.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he says, grinning. His voice lowers as he touches the toy, wiggling it inside me and making me shiver. “So I can fuck you and tease you at the same time.” He slips on a condom, and I see him find the remote in the pocket of his discarded pants. He sits on the couch, and it’s an amazing sight—behind him, New York city laid out in glimmering light, and him naked and glorious. I don’t wait for his invitation to straddle him, and I take the opportunity to kiss him. His lips are amazing, soft and full, and I feel like every moment I’m kissing him there’s a new sensation. He’s stealing my breath and giving it back, and I can’t wait for him to fuck me until I can’t breathe at all. “Please,” I say, in the moments when we’re stealing breath, “I need you inside me.”

He pulls back, raising an eye brow. “It almost sounds like you’re begging me.”

“Whatever it takes,” I say, “to get you to fuck me.”

“How can I say no to that?”

He fits himself against me, and I sink down onto his cock. I groan at the fullness of him. He’s so thick, and even as wet as I am, he’s stretching me. I go slowly, taking him an inch at a time. Jet doesn’t waste that time. He traces patterns on my breasts with his tongue, leaving my nipples till the last second. He bites at them lightly, and I shiver. My entire body is overloaded with sensation, and by the time his cock is all the way in me I’m gasping for breath. No one I’ve ever been with has made me feel like this. I’ve never felt this full. And just when I think I might be getting used to it, he turns on the vibrator.

I swear loudly, and he laughs. The rhythmic pulsing has my hips squirming on his cock, the delicious fullness reinforcing the pleasure of the toy. He kisses me, and locking his hands around my hips, he starts to move. Slowly at first, just a rocking that pushes the toy harder against my clit. Even that is enough to have me shaking.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he says, and I’m not sure how I have enough blood left in my body to blush, but I manage to. I want to say something back, something about how his cock is touching places I didn’t even know I had, but there aren’t enough words left in my brain.

He thrusts harder, and I gasp, an orgasm flowing through me hot and hard. I wasn’t expecting another one so quickly, but the combination of the toy and his cock is undoing me. I think I say his name, I’m not sure, I’m too wrapped up in the glowing sensations shuddering through me. I can’t breathe, and I’m clinging to Jet, unable to do anything but feel. He’s fucking me now, deep and hard, every stroke making this orgasm last. There are lights behind my eyes and I can’t tell if they’re stars or city lights or even if it matters. Oh god.

I manage to suck in a breath, and I can hear myself moaning. My voice is loud on the roof top and it’s matched by the sound Jet is making as he pushes into me. The wave of this orgasm lowers, but I can feel it rising again, hard and fast, because Jet doesn’t stop. He fucks and I feel, and I can tell he’s close when his rhythm falters. His strokes are more desperate, and I rock against him, seeking one final release. His hand wanders from mine for a moment, and the vibrations in the toy explode. His next thrust sends me over the edge, and I scream into the open air. The pleasure of this orgasm sizzles in my veins and I feel like I’m contained in a sun of pure sensation. I’m blind with it, feeling him slide home with his own orgasm. I shudder on his cock, my pussy clenching around him, reacting to his orgasm with a hundred delicious aftershocks.

It’s the breeze on my back that brings me back to myself. The toy has been turned off, and we’re more tangled in each other than when we started. My arms are wrapped around him, and his around mine, as much skin touching as possible. His cock is still inside me, and I like the feeling of being full and connected. I relax into the moment, letting my body recover.

After a few minutes, I pull back to look at him. “I don’t think I have any words to describe that.”

“Neither do I.”

I stand, stretching, feeling the open air on my skin and enjoying the alien sensation of being naked in public. There’s a rustling behind me, and I turn to find Jet getting dressed. We can’t stay naked forever. I slip into my underwear, and Jet helps me back into my dress, the contact of his fingers sending little shivers down my back. His fingers twist together with mine, and he leads me from the roof. There don’t seem to be words that either of us can say. There don’t need to be.

The limo is waiting for us when we reach the bottom of the building, and Jet gets inside with me this time. He pulls me against him as the car starts to drive, and our bodies are never not touching, and our lips are never far away from each other. The only thing keeping it from being perfect is the nagging question in the back of my mind. Why? Why all of this? Why the toys and the mystery?

We’re crossing the Brooklyn Bridge when I get the courage to ask again. “Can you tell me now what this is all about? Why you started this?”

He kisses me, and I’m lost for a second, before I realize that he’s trying to misdirect me. That he wants me to forget that I asked the question. “Jet.”

“No,” he says, “I can’t. Not yet, I’m sorry.”

I pull away, separating our bodies for the first time. “Why?”

“I promise I’ll tell you when I can.” His face is sincere, and I believe him. But what could possibly stop him from telling me why?

We’re approaching my building, and in spite of myself I scoot closer to him again. Even if I’m anxious about this, I can’t end the evening without touching him again. He follows me out of the limo when it pulls up to my apartment, and as he walks me to the door he seems hesitant, even distant.

“Do you want to come up?” I ask, secretly hoping there might be more of what we had earlier.

“Not tonight,” he says, his smile seeming a little sad.

“Oh,” I say, “okay. Well, are you at least coming by the store tomorrow?”

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t. Not for a couple days.” He leans in to kiss me, and before I know it I’m wrapped around him again, my body eager for more of whatever he wants to give me. “I’ll see you soon,” he says, pulling away suddenly.

He gets into the limo before I can collect myself to say my own goodbye. My heart falls a little. I thought that maybe I could coax him upstairs anyway. I head up into my apartment, feeling a little lost. That was a strange ending to an amazing evening. And it was amazing. But there’s a feeling in my stomach, an anxiety about the way he left. I’m sure it’s nothing. It has to be nothing.





8





A couple of days pass, and I’m back to looking up every time the door to the shop opens. I’ve opened up my phone a dozen time to text Jet, but I don’t know if I should. I don’t want to seem needy. But I do want to see him again.