Jared shook his head and stepped back. “No buts, Rita. Hands behind your head. Now.” Her face contorted; an array of emotions through her expressive eyes, and he watched her battle with whatever inner demon was keeping her from doing what they both wanted. Jared cocked his head as he smiled at her. “I’m waiting, Rita.”
She flushed and then slowly raised her arms and laced her fingers behind her head. Jared smiled, proud of her, and he leaned down to kiss her. “Let’s take this some place more comfortable.”
“Can I put my arms down?”
“No.”
She pouted. “I look silly.”
Jared took one of her hands and brought it down so that she could feel the way his erection was straining against his jeans. “That’s what you’re doing to me,” he hissed out. “Now, are you ready to follow me?”
Rita swallowed hard but nodded. “Yes.”
Jared turned her so that she was pointed down the hallway that led to his bedroom. “Get going. Last door on the left.” Jared watched her walk down the hallway, enjoying the swaying of her ass as she moved in the heels.
Once they actually stepped into his room, Jared’s control over himself snapped. He grabbed her and spun her toward him. Cupping the side of her face, he kissed her hard. He took her hands and put them on his shoulders, and she moaned in appreciation as she latched on to him, deepening the kiss. His hands slid back and into her hair. When they finally broke apart, they were both panting slightly. She clung to him, swaying slightly in her heels.
“If kissing can affect us that much, imagine what else I have in store for you.” Before Rita could think of a reply, he pointed her toward the bed. “Climb up and lay on your back.”
Rita did as he asked—she was doing that more and more readily, which only served to excite him further—and he was proud that when she climbed up the side of the bed and realized that there was no graceful way to get herself into the position he’d requested, she didn’t stop and second guess herself—she just went for it. She knee-walked to the center of the bed and then arranged herself amongst his pillows. Once she was settled, Jared joined her. After he’d seated himself beside her, he reached over and adjusted her tool belt so that it draped to the side. “Bend your legs,” he said, and tentatively, she complied.
Rita rested her heels on the bed. The points made dimples in his comforter; he found it oddly appealing. Grabbing for a pillow, Jared had her lift her hips so that he could place it beneath her. Sliding between her legs, he adjusted each leg until she was spread wide open. Reaching up her body, he took her wrists and draped her arms above her head. He dropped a kiss on her lips and then climbed off the bed entirely. Jared sat down in a chair that he had conveniently placed at the foot of the bed.
“Jared—” she said, sounding startled and upset at his withdrawal.
“Relax,” he commanded. “I’m not going anywhere. I just want to see all of you.”
Rita eyed him warily. “What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing,” he said and sat back. “I like to look at you.” He was amused by her self-consciousness; her blush made her all the more beautiful. He adjusted his position to ease the growing discomfort of his dick pressing against his zipper, and Rita squirmed, cheeks glowing. “I love that you blush for me, Rita.”
She looked at him, helpless. “Is this really all you want me to do?”
“No,” he replied, with a wicked grin on his face. “I want you to masturbate for me.” At her horrified face, he tutted. “You were just doing that in my foyer, and now you’re embarrassed?”
Twisting her hands as they lay above her, she said, “I wasn’t thinking about it—it just happened. This is more…”
“Deliberate?” She nodded. “Are you embarrassed now that I’m watching?” Rita whimpered and nodded again. “But you’ll do it for me, won’t you, Rita?” he asked. Shifting uncomfortably, Rita was about to respond when Jared asked, “Would it help if I got you started?” She nodded immediately, too embarrassed to speak. Sitting back, Jared crossed one leg over his knee and looked at her. “Why don’t you start by touching your breasts? After that, do whatever feels good to you. If you get stuck, I’ll help.”
Rita lowered her hands and touched her breasts as she watched Jared. His nostrils flared slightly, but he said nothing. Her hands lightly brushed against her nipples, which were still hardened to mouthwatering points. She gently tweaked each nipple, letting out a soft sound of pleasure that made him ache. She met his eyes as one hand drifted down her stomach. Her breath hitched as her fingers reached the top of her slit. She palmed herself, separating her lips and circling her clit. Even from where he sat, Jared could see that she was drenched. He licked his lips when her finger dipped low and slipped inside. Her other hand strayed back up her body, and she used it to massage her breasts and pinch her nipples while continuing to finger herself. Rolling her hips, Rita arched her back, riding her own hand.
Jared couldn’t sit still any longer. When her eyes fell closed, he moved back to the bed. Her eyes popped open when the bed shifted under his weight. “Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely. “I wanted a closer look.” As Rita’s fingers moved faster, her hips bucked up, seeking even more friction. She paused for a moment—eyes meeting his, filled with uncertainty—and in response to his questioning stare, she stuck the finger that she’d drenched with her own juices into her mouth and sucked hard. “Fuck.” He drew in a sharp intake of breath before he grabbed her legs and pushed them wider apart. Then, his mouth was on her. Rita’s surprised cry was music to his ears.
He sucked on her clit, and Rita writhed beneath him. While he swirled his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, his fingers replaced hers inside her. Arching her hips, Rita met Jared’s strokes. Small mewling noises leaked from her throat, and her legs began to shake and squeeze his head. Jared grabbed her hips and threw her legs over his shoulders. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she bucked against him, crying out. Her hands scrabbled for the comforter. “I’m so close,” she whined.
Jared never paused, but he was able to reach out with his free hand and paw a condom out of his bedside table. With one last lick, he reluctantly pulled away and sat up. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the condom down over himself. He pressed the tip of his cock against her clit and rubbed up and down her slit. “Please,” Rita panted. Jared leaned forward, and with a push of her hips, the head of his cock notched against her entrance.
Her body gripped him, and he immediately abandoned any plans to go slow. He plunged in without any further hesitation, burying himself to the hilt. Rita practically howled in satisfaction, and her body wrapped around him. He rode her, adjusting his position slightly so that he bumped her clit with every stroke.
“Jared!” Rita’s orgasm ripped through her, and she convulsed around him. Jared groaned and buried his face in her neck as his orgasm came fast on the heels of her own. Holding her tight, they rode out the aftershocks together before Jared collapsed on top of her.
Not wanting to crush her, he rose up on his elbows and looked down at her. Her curls were a crazy mass across his pillows and her forehead, and he reached down to brush the hair away from her face.She’s beautiful likethis, he mused. He leaned down and kissed her soundly before rolling to his back and taking her with him to lie against his chest. Jared rubbed her back as he continued to kiss her until both their heart rates returned to normal. Jared sat up, removed the used condom, and tossed it into the wastebasket. Then, he helped her remove the tool belt and the heels. After that, they lay back down, and he drew her into his arms again. Smiling against her hair, he said, “That was better than any of my fantasies.”
Her curls tickled him as she nodded in agreement. “Oh yeah, totally adding this to my skank bank.”
Her words surprised a laugh out of him. “Uh, your what?”
Rita propped her chin on his chest. “Skank bank,” she repeated. “You know, guys have spank banks. Women have skank banks.”