style="font-size:15px;"> OK, I was rumbled and, let’s face it, I’d only watched the movie – he was the bloody star of it. What did it matter if I confessed to having seen it?
I wound my hands up and over his shoulders and linked my fingers at his nape. Pulled in a deep breath laced with his intoxicating cologne, and harnessed my courage. ‘I liked it when you fucked her with your mouth.’
He grinned. It was kind of an arrogant tilt to his lips, but at the same time so damn sexy my pussy actually trembled.
‘Yeah, that’s a speciality of mine,’ he said.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees and I was left looking at the top of his head, studying the little whirl of hair at his crown.
He slid his hands upwards, scooping my skirt and letting the material gather at his wrists.
‘Jesus,’ I said. ‘Anyone could come in and see you doing that.’ I glanced at the door.
He reached and placed his palm on the wood. Shoved it so hard the door slammed shut with an ear-splitting bang, and a framed picture of dogs playing pool shifted on its nail. ‘There, now your skirt has no need to fear being caught inflagrante delicto.’ As he spoke he slid it right up, so that it sat like a belt at my waist.
‘Jared,’ I gasped. ‘What are you doing?’
He looked at me, licked his lips and grinned. ‘I’m going to give you a personal demonstration of my best performance.’
If my knees had been weak before, now they were positively noodle-like. What the hell was I doing? Could I really let this gorgeous young man go down on me in the back of my shop?
Like hell I could.
He tugged my knickers below my knees and eased apart my thighs. Pressed his mouth to my lower abdomen, softly, reverently, the light sprinkle of stubble on his chin slightly scratchy.
A juddering sigh escaped my lips and I slotted my hands into the thick, warm strands of his hair. Letting it mesh around my fingers and tickle my knuckles.
His attentions headed south and he kissed through my patch of pubic hair, tugging the roots slightly and creating a tingling sensation that travelled straight to my clit.
‘Mmm, you smell divine,’ he murmured, burrowing his nose further in and nuzzling it side to side. He pulled in a deep breath, his shoulders shifting as his chest expanded.
‘Oh, God,’ I said. The erotic image of him filling his lungs up with my scent was almost enough to make me come right then.
‘You smell of woman and desire,’ he said, sliding his hands up and down my thighs, hips to knees, knees to hips. ‘Perfect.’
Suddenly he ducked and arrowed his tongue through my soft folds, lapping and swooping, almost urgently.
‘Ah, ah.’ Pleasure shot through me. Pleasure and disbelief and, as he said, desire. I could feel my pussy dampening, a hot wetness seeping from me. And he was lapping at it eagerly. Groaning his approval as he did so. His warm, firm tongue was divine on flesh that had been neglected for so long. Searching and stimulating, drinking from me as though I was a honeyed treat.
I tightened my grip on his head and parted my legs further, giving him unhindered access.
Another few seconds and he found my clit.
‘Oh, God,’ I said panting. My knees buckled. I struggled to remain upright and was glad of the support of the wall behind me.
He was exploring my right inner thigh with his fingertips, winding upward, stroking and caressing. My pussy clenched; it felt like a gaping hole that needed filling. Jared must have sensed my need because his fingers circled my entrance, spreading my moisture around, teasing and fondling.
‘Please,’ I murmured, ‘oh, please, inside.’
He stretched my pussy with his big long fingers, two at least pushing in, easing me open.
My spine curled and I squeezed my eyes shut, gripped him with my internal muscles. Electric whips of sensation burned through my core. He was working me with his tongue, fucking me with his fingers. For a moment I imagined I was that beautiful woman on the DVD being serviced as I lounged by a pool in the sunshine. I was glamorous and rich and living in LA. My body young and lithe, my skin flawless and smooth. Thinking nothing of wearing a bikini from dawn to dusk.
And the Californian sun could well have been heating me, for my body was feverish, sex-sweat pricking at my flesh. The blistering pressure was growing and building. I gripped his hair and thrust my hips in time with his penetrations. Forgot about that woman in the sun and became me again. The star of my own smokin’ porn movie with Jared as my co-star.
‘Oh, God, I’m going to come,’ I moaned, throwing my head back against the wall and staring up at the dusty lampshade.
He reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezed and massaged, plucked at my nipple through my blouse and bra.
The nip of pain tipped me over the edge. I was there, teetering on the precipice of an almighty orgasm. So much better than any at my own hand. My breath caught, my heart thudded, every muscle in my body tensed.
He shunted into me even higher, sped up the rotations over my swollen clit and palmed my breast in a big hard grab.
Bliss flooded my soul, my torso slumped forward and my pussy gripped and spasmed around his fingers. A cry echoed around the room and it wasn’t until the tail-end of the noise that I realised it came from me.
Jared stayed with me, expertly working my pussy, carrying me to the end of my climax and then bringing me gently down.
My breaths were hard to catch and moisture popped all over my body. I could barely focus on his features when he finally stood and withdrew his fingers. My vision was blurry, my brain in a dazed state.
He grinned and wiped his shiny mouth on the back of his hand. I caught a whiff of my arousal – my come.
‘So,’ he said.
‘So what?’ I reached for his upper arms and fisted his T-shirt, needing the extra support for my floaty body.
‘Was that my best performance?’
I grinned and then giggled, quite giddily. ‘Definitely, as far as I’m concerned.’ His handsome face came back into focus. He was flushed, his lips a little puffy and the skin around them pink and moist.
‘Good.’ He dropped a musky kiss onto my mouth then stepped away, forcing me to release him.
Instantly I felt cool, the loss of his body heat like a cold draught. I shivered and failed to suppress a final blissful tremor as it wound up my spine.
Reality hit. Hurriedly I pulled up my knickers and straightened out my skirt. Shoved my hair behind my ears and realigned my bra and beads. How I must look I had no idea.
Jared reached for the door handle, his movements as smooth and graceful as ever. ‘So do you think you could bring the DVD in for me tomorrow?’
‘I, um, sure. Of course.’
