Page 22 of Hardcore Vanilla
Fuck that!
Sharon's hands slid around to the backs of his thighs, pulling him towards her. She knew he went through the same barrage of tests everyone who was a member of Stronghold went through on a regular basis - he was clean, and Sharon liked to swallow. She liked the feeling of a cock pulsing against her tongue while a man groaned his pleasure, the way he looked as his back would arch and his head would fall back in ecstasy.
"Sharon, I'm gonna come!"
She sucked harder.
"Fuck..."
His fingers dug into her scalp as she took him deep again, her tongue rubbing the underside of his cock just as the first jet of fluid shot down her throat. She swallowed automatically, watching his body shudder as she pulled each shot of cum from him, her fingers digging into the backs of his thighs.
When his body finally started to relax, she pulled back, panting slightly for breath and immensely pleased with herself. The salty-sweet taste of him lingered on her tongue as she blinked up at him coquettishly and deliberately licked her lips.
"Yummy."
******
The woman was a menace.
An enthralling, sexual siren whom he was already pretty sure he was becoming addicted to.
She'd taken his entire cock down her throat like it was no problem and looked like she wanted to ask for more. The flush of her cheeks and slightly glassy look to her eyes made it seem like she was even aroused by it.
She's the freaking perfect woman, a little voice in his brain whispered.
Jake ignored it. She wasn't perfect all around but... hell, in bed she might damn well be.
How the hell had her ex given her up? Any of her exes? Jake held out his hand to help her to her feet.
"Okay, Grumpy Cap, your turn," she said, more than a little smugly as she rose. "Think you can get it up again?" The pink splotches on her knees just made her look even sexier to him, but her words made him want to swat her ass and reminded him exactly why she wasn't perfect - she was bratty, crude, and constantly needed to be the center of everyone’s attention. AKA, not his type, and that was why they were keeping this casual.
Although, he had to admit, he found her a lot less annoying now that they were working off the constant tension between them in other ways. Her crudeness was almost cute. It just went to show how crazed she was making him, that he could even think that.
Rather than answering her mocking question, he took his first look around her apartment.
It was huge. Expensive looking. And the floor to ceiling windows that made up one entire wall of her living room had him flashing back to one of the fantasies he'd had about her.
"Are those tinted?" he asked, walking towards them. He didn't bother to do up his pants, since they were clinging to his hips comfortably enough, and he didn't relinquish her hand either, so she had to walk with him. "Can people see in here?"
The notion gave him a little thrill. There was an office building across the way, nearly as high as Sharon's apartment. If someone was over there, could they see in? Had they watched Sharon going down on him in the entrance to her apartment? Why that turned him on instead of off, he had no idea. Maybe all the public sex at Stronghold really was rubbing off on him.
"Tinted," Sharon said. Then her voice lilted a bit. "Although, since it's nighttime, we'd better turn off the lights in here if you don't want to chance anyone being able to see in. But we're probably safe enough; it doesn't look like anyone's working late over there."
Jake grinned as he spun her around and pressed her back up against the cold glass. It was damn good glass - the frigid air outside made it nice and cool but not freezing.
"You like that, don't you, princess?" He dipped his head to brush his lips against hers, her eyes already widening with pleasure at being manhandled and then trapped between him and the glass. Jake had definitely noticed how much she liked both of those things. So did he. Even though he'd literally just gotten off, his cock was already hardening again. "Do you walk around naked in here sometimes, just for the thrill of knowing someone might be able to see you?"
Her breath hitched, breasts heaving slightly in the corset under his appreciative gaze.
That was a yes.
"Maybe," she answered breathlessly, tilting her chin up a little defiantly. "So what?"
He chuckled. "Well if anyone's watching, let's give them a show."
Spinning her around quickly, he caught her hips so she was facing outside. The glass showed their reflections; not perfectly like a mirror, but it was dark enough outside that depending on how he focused he could see them or the building across the way. It didn’t look like there was anyone over there, but one never knew.
"What are you doing?" Sharon's expression was one of both confusion and anticipation.
