End of Day (Jack & Jill 1)

AJ shook his head and stepped farther away from Jillian. “I don’t care.”

“Well I do! I’m so sick of you going from hot to cold with me. Like I’m some snow white virgin with you but the moment you think I’m with some other guy I become the neighborhood whore. It’s been well over six months since I’ve had sex, AJ. So stop with your narcissistic bullshit because I’m sure you’ve planted your dick in plenty of women over the past six months.”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up!” Jillian stepped closer.

“Shut. Up!”

The most inevitable explosion happened in that moment. Their lips collided and the pain was stronger than the pleasure, but the undeniable need trumped everything else. AJ slammed Jillian into the wall and removed her shirt with brute force. She fought back, shoving him against the opposing wall sending a framed picture crashing to the ground. Their bodies pinballed from wall to wall as each vied for control. AJ’s pants were yanked down with expert hands that clawed at his briefs until they too were tangled at his ankles.

AJ fisted her hair with both hands as she licked a trail up his leg, tracing his line of muscles while a dark predatory look burned in her eyes. An involuntary jerk of his hips pushed his strained erection closer to her as she dragged her tongue along his hip bone. He wanted, he needed her mouth sheathed around him, but she wrapped her hands around his wrists as he tried to bring her head to the place he wanted her mouth.

Jillian shook her head. “Not yet.” She pushed up his shirt and traced his flat, dark nipple with the tip of her tongue before sinking her teeth into the taut skin of his pectoral muscle.

“Fuck!” he groaned against the burn, yanking her hair until his mouth was on hers again.

She stroked his erection then cupped his balls with a firm grip.

“Shit! N-not yet …” He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, whispering his plea through labored breaths. “Not. Yet.”

“Now.” She narrowed her eyes and slid her hand up his shaft, circling the pad of her thumb over the bead of cum on the head.

“Dammit!” He pumped himself into her hand over and over thinking each time would be the last. Thinking he’d find the control to stop.

Jillian shoved him away, leaving both of them breathless. “Take your shirt off,” she demanded as she removed a condom from the pocket of her jeans.

The swollen tip of AJ’s erection thickened even more when he saw confirmation of Jillian’s intentions. Leaving her gaze fixed to his, she held the foil square between her teeth and removed the rest of her clothes. AJ shrugged off his shirt and stepped out of his boots and pants. He reached for the condom. Jillian shook her head, grabbing one end and ripping it open with her teeth.

She stepped forward and stroked him over and over until he began to feel weak in the knees, then she rolled the condom onto his hard length.

“Bedroom.”

She shook her head and turned, planting the palms of her hands on the wall, legs spread wide. AJ stepped closer and began to fist her hair.

“No. You can grip my hips, touch my clit, or massage my breasts. No hair, and don’t touch my hands or arms. Got it?”

AJ didn’t answer. He bent his knees and guided his erection between her legs where she grabbed it and rubbed it along her wet folds until the firm tip grazed her clit. She moaned, dropping her chin to her chest. She watched them and it nearly sent him over the edge. The deep hum of her pleasure quickened his pace. He was losing control. Every time he angled his pelvis to gain entry she denied him, taking her own pleasure as he slid across her swollen sex.

AJ rested his left hand flat on the wall above hers without touching it and squeezed her breast with his other hand. His legs burned from squatting behind her, his back ached from bending over her.

“Shit!” She cried out as he pinched her nipple, tugging at it with firm pressure. Jillian slid her hand along his erection until she had him literally by the balls.

“Fuck! Right. Now!” he growled, sliding his hand down from her breast.

On his next thrust he engaged the tip into her opening and impaled her with such desperate force that the moment her tight muscles gripped him he released. He continued pumping his hips into her as she milked his orgasm. It wasn’t his proudest moment, but her words had been licking his dick for weeks.

He dragged his tongue along her back while massaging her clit.

“Oh God … I need this,” she groaned as she came apart under his touch. Her body sagged into his hold and he relished the fleeting moment of vulnerability—surrender.