He moaned, leaning his head back. “Natalie, you are making me crazy.”
“Good, I'm glad.” I continued to rub him, feeling him grow hard in my hand. When he was back to being rock hard, I sat up on the couch and sipped at my wine.
“No, Natalie, you can't stop yet.”
“Oh, yes I can. I need you to stay hard this time, so get going. Back to your spot. Let's finish this. Then you can have your way with me.”
He got up quickly and returned to his spot. I did the same by returning to the easel. I sat down with my glass of wine and took another sip. It was a delicious white wine, and I would certainly be buying some more of it.
I continued the drawing by filling in all the details that made Jet who he was. I especially liked when it came to drawing his hard cock. I enjoyed being able to stare at it while I drew him in detail. I had a smile on my face the entire time. He looked so great, and I wanted him now more than ever.
I set down my pencil when the drawing was complete, and stared at the worked I had accomplished. He came over to the easel as well, and looked at the drawing.
“Wow, I'm so impressed. The detail is incredibly beautiful. You just astound me with your talent.”
“That means a lot coming from you, Jet. Thank you.”
“So, you're really going to show your entire class my cock?”
I giggled. “Yes, I am. You have a very nice one, by the way, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about. Me, on the other hand, my classmates will probably fall in love with you.”
“Oh, that wouldn't matter. I only want you.”
“I am so getting an A+ on this.”
He went into the kitchen to pour some more wine, and I admired his strong ass as he walked away. God, I loved that fit body; he was so hot.
I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn to me. He was surprised when he turned to me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards me. I planned on taking advantage of his hard cock before it disappeared. When our lips touched again, it lit up something inside of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. He was incredible in every aspect of the word, and I wanted to feel his cock slide into me. I had never wanted anyone more in my life. I always thought he was wrong for me, when in truth he had been more perfect for me than anyone else. My mind was screaming warnings at me. That he would hurt me, that I would be scarred all over again. But I chose to ignore these warnings, because I didn't believe that they could possibly be true. I was losing myself in Jet, and I couldn’t stop myself. His mouth was hot against mine, and his hands found my bottom and he lifted me up into his arms, my legs encircling his waist. It was one of the hotter moments that I had ever experienced. He carried me into my bathroom and set me down. My clothes came off fast; there were no buttons to fiddle with, and everything just pulled off. Thankfully, he was already undressed, so half the battle was already finished. His hands were hot against my skin as he caressed my breasts, his mouth tasting my lips, my throat, and then my nipples growing hard in his mouth. My hands found his cock, hard and throbbing. I loved that cock, loved everything about it. It brought me so much pleasure that at the sight of it, I would grow very wet. My pussy was already wet and throbbing, desperately wanting to be immensely pleased by his cock.
“Jet,” I moaned. “Please.”
He picked me up once again, and headed to the shower. He turned the water on and pulled me in against him. Hot water poured down my body and I put my hands against his wet chest. The water poured down my back so hot that it gave me chills, or maybe Jet was the one giving me chills. Our lips found each other once again. He lifted me into his arms and slid me slowly down onto his cock, penetrating me deeply. I gasped in a pleasured surprise. With his hands under my bottom, he rode me against his cock smoothly, building the tension inside me. I felt insanity kicking in, and I wasn't entirely sure how much more I could stand. I felt like I was about to explode. He felt good; his girth filled me up completely, making me throb inside. The momentum became faster and harder as he grinded me into him. He was good, and I ached for more. I rode onto him harder, and felt the tension inside me building to the point of explosion. I cried out as an intense orgasm ripped through me, and he continued to ride into me hard until my body built up for a second one before he, too, spilled into me. Wet and sated, I collapsed into his arms, feeling completely fulfilled.
Jet lowered me slowly and looked into my eyes, kissing me softly on the lips. Then he left the shower. I followed him out and we towelled ourselves off. I was feeling exhausted after all that buildup and release. I collapsed on my bed, where he proceeded to spoon me. It wasn't long at all before I fell asleep with his arms around me.
The next day I went to my classes with a smile on my face. Not only had I finished my action art project, but I had also completed my creative writing project. I handed in my action project to my professor, and she looked it over before letting me go. As she progressed through the drawings until the end, her eyebrows rose. She closed it up again, and set it on her desk, turning to me with a smirk on her face. “Gutsy Natalie, I'm impressed. I'm sure I will enjoy grading it, thank you.”
I laughed. “Well, I certainly enjoyed drawing him.”
“Well, from what I’ve already seen, you did a very good job, so you should be proud of yourself.”
“Thank you, I do appreciate that.”
I left the classroom then, and went to hand in my creative writing project. I had completed the story of Jet and I but I had made the ending fiction. I had no idea what our ending was going to be like, but I could only hope that it would be a happy one. That's all I wanted, and I was sure he wanted the same thing.
There were no breakups in my story. No, the two characte
rs in fact lived happily ever after, and that was all that mattered to me. I handed it in, looking forward to what the professor thought of my creative writing skills, as I still had yet to decide on what art specialty I was going to take for my last year.
Chapter Four
Jet
I was on my fourth mile on the treadmill, running as if it was the last thing I had to do to stay alive. I had just finished an intense weight workout, and it was time to get some cardio in. I had a fight coming up for the finals, and I wanted to make sure that it was impossible to gas me during any of the rounds. I was a tank, a fighter, and I would not be beat no matter who I stepped into the ring with.
Coach wanted to have a meeting with me once I was done with my workout, to go over the opponent’s previous fight videos. We wanted to get some idea of what kind of fighting style the guy had, and whether or not there should be anything I needed to worry about. I hated going into the cage not knowing who I was dealing with. I was sure that my opponent was doing the exact same thing, so I should be just as prepared as he was.
I had a hard time focusing on anything that day, however, because Natalie kept popping into my head. No matter how hard I tried to block her out, it was almost impossible to do so. She had truly bewitched me. I ached for her all the time. I wanted to be near her, and God yes, I always wanted to be inside her.