JENNIE
I put my hands on Lisa's knees, pushing up to stand. She was seated in the chair as I towered over her, but there was no doubt who was in charge. Her gaze shifted to her lap, then drifted back up to meet my eyes, wordlessly ordering me to climb onto her.
My chest was tight. My heart rate kicked into high gear.
"Slowly," she reminded as I draped a leg over her lap, straddling her. She wasn't touching me, but was I allowed to touch her? I reached behind her head, gripping the chair back as I used my other hand to position her right at my entrance. I teased the tip of her cock against my damp skin, rolling the head of her over my swollen clit.
I wasn't in command, but I felt so fucking powerful like this.
Her eyes darkened until they were black holes. Did she know I was completely under her spell? I could show her. I began to lower down, one crucial inch at a time. I balanced on the balls of my feet, my thighs quaking as I slid onto her.
Our pleasure-soaked moans mingled together.
As I impaled myself all the way down to her base, I furiously gripped the back of the chair with both hands, my forearms pressed to her suit-covered chest. I gasped at the sensation of her inside me. Hard, and throbbing, and statue still.
"That's it," she murmured. "Slow."
It was in direct conflict with the voice in my head that demanded fast and brutal. I was shaking with need. It pounded incessantly through my body. The primal urge to find satisfaction was almost overpowering.
When I was fully seated on her, we both drew in a deep breath. I stared at her, desperate for her next command.
"Can you come like this?" I couldn't tell if she said it out loud, or if it was a seductive voice I dreamed up. "From just the feel of me inside you?"
I let out a shuddering breath. It felt like heaven. Was it enough to get me there?
The ghost of a smirk played over Lisa's lips. "I could. You feel how hard I am?"
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. She jerked inside me, and my body answered back, clenching on her.
"Yes." She brought her lips toward mine, lingering only a breath away. "Just like that." When I tried to close the gap between us, she turned her head away. "Could you come like this, without even moving? When I'm so deep inside you?"
The whine that escaped my lips sounded dire. As hot as the idea was, I didn't want that. I craved passionate, exhausting fucking, the kind where our sweaty skin stuck together and I had to hold back screams.
But Lisa just sat there, her hands tucked beneath her, gazing at me expectantly. Waiting for me to take the lead. Another cry burst from my lips, a wordless plea.
"No?" she asked. "Then, fuck me. Touch yourself how you'd want me to do it."
I leaned forward, pushing my heels into the rug, lifted off her, then drove my body down. One powerful thrust, and I was addicted. I repeated the action, again and again, ramming myself down on her. My thighs burned with the exertion. My hands ached from their clench on the chair back. Sweat dampened the temples of my hair as I rode her, my breasts bouncing with the force of it.
"That's right." Her voice dripped with encouragement. "That's it. Use my cock to get yourself off."
It was like I was on auto-pilot. Or maybe Lisa was in the captain's seat, driving me toward the finish line. I took one hand off the chair and wrapped it around my breast, squeezing like I wished she'd do if she were touching me. I smoothed it down, panting and gasping, moans rolling from my throat as my palm coursed down my ribcage, diving toward the spot where our bodies were joined.
I was lightheaded from how hard I was breathing and the effort to maintain my punishing rhythm. The outsides of my vision went blurry, so there was only her. Only this woman who saw me, dirty fantasies and all, and was more than happy to give me what I wanted.
Her gaze followed the descent of my hand, and she muttered a soundless word that looked like fuck as I pressed two fingers to my clit. They were my fingertips, but I pretended they were hers. I moved them, drawing a slow circle around the bundle of nerves that made me flinch with acute pleasure.
"Faster," she demanded.
I wasn't sure if she meant the tempo I was riding her at, or the way I moved my hand to touch myself, but instead of asking, I just increased both. My hand on the back of the chair slipped. It came down to clench a fistful of her suit lapel. Her expression was . . . intense. There was no other way to describe it. Determination twisted on her face and burned in her eyes.
Gravity sucked me down into her. Each pump of my body on her ratcheted me deeper, like a slingshot being pulled back, primed for release. The warning sirens of an orgasm triggered in my system. I was close. So fucking close, all it would take was one stroke of her fingers anywhere on my skin.
My moans and whimpers swelled as the heat inside my core surged. I writhed on her, casting my head back as I jerked her face into me, yanking on her suitcoat. I crushed her head to my heaving chest, undulating like a girl possessed, and shivered as her mouth locked around one of my nipples.
"Oh, God, yes," I cried.
The stream of words came from her rapid-fire. "That's it, fuck me."
Her hands suddenly moved. One gripped my thigh, and the other slid onto the small of my back. Her palm and fingers pressed into me so hard, my bare skin dented around it. She pushed and pulled, urging me to ride her faster.
"Come on me." Her words were law—no alternative. And as the orgasm dug its hooks in, pulling me upward, she sensed it. "Fucking yes."
I gasped for air but couldn't find any. My hand stilled, pressing down on my clit, futilely trying to restrict the ecstasy that ripped through my body. It was a tornado. Uncontrollable and unpredictable. I convulsed as it spiraled outward, and Lisa's hands flew to my waist, holding me from bucking off her.
It lasted forever. The sensation washed from head to toe and back again, finally diminishing until I regained control of myself. I was shaky all over. At some point I'd lunged for her, and now I was a quivering mess in Lisa's arms, my forehead pressed into the crook of her neck.
Her hands caressed my back, tracing each bump of my spine. I closed my eyes, nestled into her, and savored the moment. It was quiet, other than her rapid breathing.
"That was intense," I whispered.
She shifted, nuzzling her mouth toward me until our lips met. The kiss started slow, but didn't stay that way for long. It exploded as her tongue pushed past my lips and filled my mouth. She commanded me with words and without. With her possession and when she wasn't even touching me.
As she rose to stand, carrying me up with her, I felt the opposite. Like I was falling for her, too hard and much too fast. Lisa's feet shuffled two steps across the rug, hindered by the pants at her ankles, and then we were both falling—her laying me down on the nearby couch. She draped me over the armrest, so my back was arched and followed the curve, and my hair fell, the tips brushing the floor below.
She hadn't allowed herself to touch before, but now Lisa made up for lost time. She climbed onto the couch, kneeling on the seat cushions as she drove her cock back into me, and her hands went everywhere. They glided over my stocking-covered legs. Smoothed over my garter straps. Coursed up my stomach and seized my breasts.
I swallowed one giant breath after another as she beat her hips into me, so deep it was almost too much. But even the uncomfortable sensation had a depraved and decadent edge that I loved. I had to reach behind me and grip the armrest to hold on, so her vicious thrusts didn't send me over the side.
She was close. I could tell by the way her brow furrowed and the muscles in her chest tightened. Her moans changed in pitch and grew urgent. Chaotic. I wanted her to lose control like I had. I wrapped my hands around her head as she latched her mouth onto my breast, her tongue slashing at the sharp point of my nipple.
God, it felt incredible. So good, I wondered if I'd come again. Her relentless mouth roamed from one breast to another, working me into a frenzy. I arched further, bending backward uncomfortably on the couch arm, slamming my eyes shut as pleasure built behind a dam—one she knew exactly how to tear down and unleash everything.
Pressure mounted at the base of my spine, and my grip on the upholstery went white-knuckle. "Oh," I gasped. "Oh my God." I was seconds away from the dam breaking, and I wanted my lips on her as it happened. I opened my eyes—
Only to see Felix standing in the entryway, horror etched on every inch of his shocked face.