Chapter Two -- The First Evening
We walked into the lobby of my hotel, and again caught a number of interested glances. Feeling hotter by the minute, I led Jackie through the lobby to the elevator. Once we got in and the doors closed -- thankfully it was empty but for the two of us -- I took hold of her elbows and turned her quickly with her back to the wall. I placed a knee between her legs, leaned against her and kissed her hard. I forced her mouth open with mine, and our tongues sought each other hungrily. Too soon, the elevator slowed and chimed and the doors hissed open. We had barely untangled ourselves when we noticed an older couple gawking at us. The man seemed to be enjoying the sight, but his wife seemed a little annoyed at our public display of unbridled lust.
"Stop staring, Edward. I swear, kids these days..." I heard her say in a low voice as they walked into the elevator and the doors closed behind them.
"Kids?" Jackie demanded, smoothing her skirt. "Maybe if the old bat weren't such a desiccated old prune and a prude as well..."
I laughed as I pushed her against the wall and pressed my mouth to hers again. She giggled.
"Kids don't kiss like this. They don't know how." I broke the kiss enough to answer. I brought a hand up and pulled her jaw down, pressing my lips to hers and invading her mouth with my tongue. She responded in kind and we finished our mutual check of each other's tonsils before we moved down the hall.
I managed to get my card in the lock and the door opened, and before it closed fully Jackie had shed her overcoat and was propelling me through the suite toward the bedroom. She gave me a shove at the foot of the bed and I fell backwards onto it.
"Condom? Yes? No? I'm on birth control, by the way."
"No," I answered. "I'll go bareback if you will."
"Nice," she said. She made short work of getting my belt undone and my cock free, which immediately sprang to attention. She gave it three or four deep mouthfuls and moved away. Her hands were trembling.
"Nervous?" I asked her, touching her hand. "I'll be gentle if it's your first time."
"Fuck you," she answered. "It happens that I'm so horny I could fuck the doorknob. Is it
your
first time or something?"
"Fuck you, too. You'll find out soon enough. Now get on with it."
"Too much talk. Time to fuck." She stood straight, hiked up her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. "See, it's I fuck you, you fuck me. Like you mak-ah me hoh-nee, I mak-ah you hoh-nee. Any questions?"
"Just one: are you Asian? You don't look it, and what about β"
"I'm not. And doing it standing up?" she asked. "In a moment. I gotta get you inside me right here and right now. I think I told you to shut up and fuck. And don't you
dare
come." As she was talking she got on the bed and knelt over me, her booted legs against my thighs and hips. She slowly lowered herself to me until we were touching. "This is it," she whispered, holding herself just in contact with my throbbing erection. "Ready?"
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed hold of my cock with one gloved hand, and, balancing herself with the other, lowered her hips until I was just barely inside her.
Penetration, however slight:
I'd always found that legal phrase loaded with the erotic.
"Oh yeah," she said as she let out her breath. "That feels
so
good." She pushed herself up again until we were scarcely apart, then came down like before. She went up again and held there, gripping the head of my shaft with her pussy and the rest with her gloved hand.
I grunted heavily.
"Do
not
come," she ordered.
"Not going to," I answered. "Just feels really, really good."
"Then you'll really like this." She took her hand away and leaned forward. Not moving her pussy, she gripped my upper arms and leaned her weight on her hands. She scooted her knees to my waist and squeezed inward. She had me effectively pinned to the bed. "Here we go," she breathed. "Remember, don't come." She lowered herself onto me, going until she had me inside her to the hilt. "How's that?" she whispered, gazing into my eyes.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," I answered. "Damn, but you're tight," I added.
"Did you say `buttΒ΄?" she asked, jerking her hips forward against my deep-planted cock.
I grunted again, involuntarily. Coming was not going to be an option if she did that too many more times. "You're tight," I repeated.
"I asked about my butt." She jerked her hips again, backward this time. "Don't come."
"Then you'd better stop that," I answered. "And what about your butt?" I had a feeling I knew what she was asking, but it was hard to think clearly, deeply joined as we presently were. Besides, I wanted to hear the explicit details from her.
"I'll stop for now," she said and slowly raised herself off my rock-hard pole.