“That’s it, Layla,” Jake growls. “Fuck me harder.”
I do what he says. I buck my hips harder, fucking his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he moans.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to co
me,” he says.
“That’s what I want,” I say with a whimper.
I sit down on him again so he reaches as far into me as his size allows. I move my hips back and forth, riding him. I scrape against the tile and it is a little bracing, but I don’t care because I’m consumed with my lust.
I want him to come. I want him to come because of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth. Jake isn’t holding onto them anymore, and they swing freely. The friction, the rocking, the fucking, all turns into a primal rhythm, and I let it take over.
I move faster, watching Jake’s face, reading his expressions. I can tell when he’s close, and when that happens, I back down. I slow down my pace, stroking him, moving up and down his shaft painfully slow, until he moans in protest, and I’m on the verge of losing control again. Then I pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, letting my body take over. When that happens, I brace my hands on Jake’s chest and let my body do what it was made to do.
I lean forward, leaning my breasts on Jake’s chest and move my torso while I’m bucking my hips, dragging my breasts and erect nipples across Jake’s chest. I know he can feel me. When I stop, I nuzzle his neck and lick circles on the skin, moving up and down toward his ear lobe. When I take his earlobe in my mouth, Jake gasps. It’s a soft spot of his, I realize.
I spend more time on his neck, moving my hips slowly up and down, sliding him in and out, taking my time.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jake says, a low moan rising in this throat.
His hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me to go faster, his hands guiding me. I only fight him for a short while before my lust and his win out over my intentions to draw things out.
I sit down on him again and start rocking back and forth, riding him as hard as I can, squeezing my pussy muscles around his cock.
Jake moans. His eyes are on me, moving between my eyes and my nipples. His pupils are so dilated, his irises are a thin blue line around them, and he licks his lips every now and then. Jake reaches for my swinging breasts and massages them, cups them, and pinches the nipples. I gasp.
I’ve started working up an orgasm again. My clit rubs against Jake’s pubic bone, sending shocks of electricity through my body. My G-spot is stimulated as well, and the combination makes my body go numb again. I’m getting out of breath. I’m fit, but not that fit.
Jake reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are warm and gentle, suggesting there’s more than just raw lust at play here. The idea that there might be emotion involved, infatuation perhaps, confuses me.
I shove my emotions away. I don’t want them to interfere with what I’m feeling, with our fucking and our orgasms and the bliss that has wrapped us into a cocoon that shields us from reality.
As soon as I focus on what our bodies are doing, on the friction on my clit and the hard cock inside me, the orgasm washes over me. I cry out and lean forward, my muscles clenching down. I can feel my walls contract around Jake’s cock, and the feeling is intense. I curl onto his chest unable to hold myself up, and open my mouth in a silent “O.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let the ecstasy take over, and I’m not silent much longer, my voice breaking free and bellowing out a low scream of pleasure that takes over my body as the lust courses through me.
Jake isn’t going to let me ride this one out without doing anything. As soon as I’m on his chest, my body rigid and jerking, Jake wraps his arms around me and starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out.
His cock rams into me, hard and fast, and the orgasm intensifies even more. I’m swathed in pleasure. Jake keeps at it, bucking beneath me, using my body to take what he needs. I let myself come undone at the seams and unravel in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, egged on by Jake’s insistent fucking.
Jake groans, stiffening and pulling his arms tight around me so my breasts crash against the hard wall of his chest. His cock is bulging inside me, and it pulsates as he releases, shooting hot jets of cum into my pussy. His head lifts off the tile, and he buries his face in my hair. I can feel his breath, hot on my neck.
He fills me up even more than he has before, and I can feel him pumping out cum along the length of his shaft. My orgasm is over, but his release triggers echoes, and I moan in his ear. Jake’s breath is labored, uneven, and he jerks beneath me.
Finally, when it’s over, he lets go of me enough that I can breathe again. He drops his head back onto the tile. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my own ribs.
I look at him. His hair is drenched with sweat, our skin is slick where we’re touching, and Jake’s eyes are hooded now. His lips are still parted as he tries to catch his breath.
I don’t move. Not yet. He’s still inside of me, and I’m lying on top of Jake, my breasts against his chest, my arms on the tile of the balcony, and hands on his shoulders. My insides throb with the aftereffects of our sex, and I shiver. “I’m getting cold,” I tell Jake. “Are you?”
“I’m not, baby, but you shouldn't be either,” Jake says. He wraps an arm around me and heat permeates my body, not just from his warmth, but also from the sensation of contact. I know we should probably get up from the tiles but I’m not ready to do so yet...and judging by how Jake is holding me, neither is he.
Jake tilts my head toward him, his lips crashing over mine and claiming me in another kiss. This time, the kiss is soft and sensual. His tongue slips into my mouth again, and I swirl my tongue contentedly around his, basking in the bliss of incredible orgasms and perfect sex.
“That was incredible,” I tell Jake when we finally come up for air. I start to blush. “I mean, I know what you do on TV all day but that’s something very different for me…I mean this, and the restaurant...I know I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak but I just never had someone who wanted to explore it before…” I stop myself.
I’m not dating Jake! I can’t act like I am. “This was fun is all that I mean,” I say quickly. Maybe too quickly. I may be coming across a bit insane right now.
Jake laughs and kisses my forehead. “What I do on TV is like basically public service, whether you believe it or not!” He puts his hands up in mock protest, but I’m not here to harangue him about his job right now. Certainly, fucking on your balcony doesn’t fall under the FCC purview. “What you and I just did was certainly very different...and definitely very fun.”