Spiked

I smiled broadly, a little embarrassed at just how much being called beautiful pleased me. Jacob rose from bed, now slightly erect cock reaching for the ceiling; I let my eyes linger on it longer than I’d once have dared, then rose as well. We walked to the master bath, where Jacob lead me into the massive shower— two heads, a bench, and one of those fancy rainwater shower heads. He stood in the shower doorway as I turned on the water; when it was warm, I stepped inside and let it run over my body.

“Are you going to get in?” I asked. Jacob was still in the doorway, watching me. At my words, he stepped inside, but rather moving into the water himself, he stood behind me, his cock— rock hard now— pressing against my back. He ran a finger down my skin, following the path the water took, then slipped it down my ass, between my legs, and easily pushed it into my pussy.

I wiggled in pleasure, trying to get more of his finger inside of me; he put his other arm, his hurt one, around me to stabilize us both, then pushed another finger into me.

I murmured his name, the word spilling past my lips; I heard him make a satisfied hum behind me, then he pushed me farther into the shower head’s stream, so I was forced to close my eyes against the water.

Jacob gently pumped his fingers into me, rubbing them against the front wall of my pussy until a tightness spread over me, a want, a need—

“Will you—“ I began.

“You’ve got to get to class, Sasha,” Jacob admonished me.

“But there’s time. Fuck me, please. I’ll bend over right here,” I begged, then gasped again as he stroked that place inside me that even I’d never discovered.

“Sasha, I love how you beg for it,” Jacob murmured in my ear, then bit at my neck playfully. I moaned as he withdrew his fingers, and slowly drew them away, letting them run along my slit, all the way up my ass, lingering just long enough over that entrance that I felt a nervous spark of excitement rocket through me.

“You’ve never had someone lick your pussy, have you?” Jacob asked.

“No,” I said quickly, and suddenly, THAT was what I wanted. Needed.

Jacob brushed his lips against me. “Finish in here. Go get dressed. What are you wearing to class?”

“I didn’t bring anything. The dress I had on when you picked me up,” I said quickly.

“Good, good. Put it on. But no panties.”

I nodded frantically; I grabbed for the fancy shampoo on the shower shelf and washed my hair while Jacob took a seat on the bench, watching me fly through my routine. I grabbed one of the fluffy white towels folded neatly on a stool just outside the shower door and dried my body, then wrapped my hair up with it. Jacob rose and stood, dripping, in the shower doorway, still watching, my hurry delighting him.

The house was clearly a vacation home— the bathroom drawers were essentially empty, though I did scrounge up a comb for my hair and some hand lotion that would suffice on my face. I dipped into the bedroom and pulled my bra on, then slid the dress over head, growing blind with excitement and, as always, nerves. Jacob still made me so nervous— his experience coupled with my lack thereof made me worried about failing, though my body had been nothing but responsive to his so far. I toweled my hair off again and glanced at the clock— I only had thirty minutes to get to class, but how could I turn this down? The idea of having Jacob’s mouth on me made my vision tunnel.

I heard the noises of Jacob toweling off, and a few moments later he walked into the room. I was standing by the bed, arranging the hem of my dress; Jacob was naked, cock still erect, lips curved into a smile. He walked over to me and ran his fingers along my arms, then took hold of the end of my dress, pulling it up just enough that he could confirm I wasn’t wearing panties.

“Maybe you should stop wearing them altogether. It’d give me excellent access,” Jacob mused, then urged me back to the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress and I was forced to sit. Jacob kept coming toward me, then took the back of my head, guiding it toward his cock. He was so tall that I hardly had to lean down to take it in my mouth, my hands working the shaft below. I ran my tongue along the underside of the head, and Jacob groaned.

“Very nice,” he said, and pulled away from me. “So it’s time I returned the favor.” He lowered himself to his knees; I, still sitting up, slowly spread my legs apart, unable to look away from Jacob’s always-mesmerizing eyes.