Jack

“I feel more relaxed than I have in ages,” I say truthfully, taking the crepe from him and devouring it hungrily as he laughs.

“Well, good. Your friend already took off, as you noticed. Close call last night.”

“I can’t believe you could do all that,” I say as I finish my food, “you were incredible.”

“You have to learn a thing or two when you’re in the limelight as much as me,” he laughs as if it’s nothing.

“I mean it,” I say, smiling at him as I set my plate aside and slide closer to him, “you’re...incredible, Jack.”

He smiles down at me, and we share a quiet moment jus

t enjoying each other’s company a moment before he glances at my outfit and speaks again.

“You know, as much as I’ve been enjoying the borderline-exhibitionist thing we’ve been doing,” he says, making me blush furiously and bite my lip, “you know what would be really cool?”

“What?” I say, my voice teasing as I twirl a lock of hair around my finger, and he suddenly pulls me close to him, leaning in close to my ear.

“If I fucked you in my bed,” he growls, and I already feel my pussy wettening for him.

I don’t even respond with words. They’re utterly useless. Jack is dressed in boxers alone, and I reach down to feel his hardening shaft under them, my hands groping greedily for that monstrous cock I know he’s got under there.

A low, dark laugh in his chest, he picks me up and straight up tosses me onto the center of the bed, where I bounce, giggling. This is incredible. This Adonis, looking even more rugged and primal without his glasses as he gets on his knees standing upright on the bed and makes his way towards me, saved my best friend’s life last night, cooked me crepes in the morning, and is now about to fuck me in his penthouse. I don’t know what I did to get this lucky, but I’m not about to second-guess it. I came here to see a concert, and what I got was...so much more.

“You liked the taste of my cock last night, did you?” he asks, running a hand through his hair as he strips off his boxers, revealing every inch of that glorious body of his for my eyes to ravish. I nod dumbly, wetting my lips as I look at his stiffening cock.

I brush my hand through my own hair and realize there’s still some of his come from last night in it, and I blush. He notices that and smiles, reaching out with a powerful arm and taking hold of my chin to make me look up at him. “I told you I’d mark you, love,” he says, his free hand massaging his cock. “And I mean what I say.”

I crawl closer to him after he releases me, looking hungrily at that stiff, erect cock. I need it so desperately, and I want to devour every drop of his seed, but I know he’s going to plant it in my pussy, and that makes me even more excited. I let my fingers drift toward my clit to start massaging it as my other hand grab his massive shaft, and I let my fingers play around it.

“It’s just so beautiful,” I say, admiring his regal scepter, letting my thumb brush across the bulging head. “How does it do so much in so little time?”

“Coming from an Art major, I’ll take that as a compliment,” he muses, and I grin up at him, having forgotten that we’d even talked about all that. My time with Jack is a blur of lust — my life outside this was almost forgotten. He starts playing with my hair as I let my tongue lick his cock experimentally, testing the feel of a stiff and needy crown versus the spent one I tasted last night.

“You know, love,” he says, a deep rumble in his chest as I take his crown into my mouth, “I don’t think you’ve gotten enough of a glimpse of the world from Amsterdam alone. You name a place, and I’ll take you there. How would you like to see the Louvre in Paris? The Uffizi in Florence?”

Ripples of energy run up me from my pussy as I listen to him. I don’t know if I’m becoming this guy’s sugar baby or if there’s something more happening, but either way, I’m okay with it. My body demands it. I want this exemplar of manhood to fuck me like a toy wherever we go. But the way he plays with my hair, the way he looks down at me as I start to take more of his shaft into my mouth, there’s so much more than pure lust there.

My heart turns. Am...am I falling for this man I just met two nights ago?

Regardless of what exactly it is I’m feeling, I need him. And my body is done waiting. I take enough of his cock into my mouth that I let my tongue slide up and down the bottom of it, taking in every contour as I push up against it. I know it’s driving him wild, because I can feel his dick getting bigger and needier. He wants me, too.

I get bolder, even if this isn’t something I’d have ever considered a few days ago. I take more and more of it into my mouth, and even as it reaches the back of my throat, I just sigh in delight at the taste of him, and I don’t hold back. I slide his cock back and forth in my mouth, reveling in the feeling of Jack groaning softly up above me. I’m touching myself boldly, brazenly, so safe and comfortable in Jack’s looming shadow.

He gets tenser, and I start getting more aggressive with how I take him. I want to make him come inside my mouth, and for a moment, it looks like I’m going to do just that. I taste the first drop on my tongue...and realize it’s only his precum. But the way he’s groaning tells me it’s still an intensely good feeling for him, so I keep working, my hand toying with his balls, savoring their feel in the soft palm of my hand while his cock pulses in my mouth.

Finally, I feel a gentle pull at my hair — the feeling nearly makes me come as I finger myself — as Jack makes me withdraw, looking down at me with a dark, hungry look.

“I haven’t tasted you myself, yet,” he says, and I obediently start to lay back for him, but he catches me, smiling and shaking his head. “Oh no, you don’t get off that easy.”

Before I can ask what he means, he reaches behind me, and with a fluid motion and the sound of ripping fabric, my outfit is torn off me roughly, though it doesn’t hurt me. My eyes widen as he does the same with my panties, and I open my mouth to protest his ripping a very expensive outfit, but he holds up the shreds as he silences me with a kiss, then says, “When I’m through with you, I’ll buy you something that will make you feel like the goddess you are, Jess.”

I let out a soft sigh of delight as he tosses me back, and he holds my thighs open and dives for my pussy without a moment’s hesitation.

“Ohhh, Jack!” I scream out as he starts eating me out, and oh my god, if the feeling of him inside me was good, this is something different altogether! His tongue is massive yet precise, and it emerges from his ruggedly handsome face to stroke the length of my pussy. It gets me so fucking hot that I grip the sheets and push my hips up into him, feeling my body ache and demand more.

I’d heard people say oral was good, but this? I want to wallow in him forever, and I want that tongue of his in me forever. His tongue darts in and out of his mouth, striking somewhere in my pussy that takes me to new and unknown heights. His tongue finds my clit effortlessly, and even as I start to squirm more and more greedily, I realize he’s holding my hips down, keeping my thighs apart. I’m so completely his, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Jack!” I cry out, almost a sob of joy as much as a cry of desire, “Jack, don’t stop, please!”