A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 19

"I just assumed you did not talk about it," I replied sheepishly. "You are right, I was stupid about it. I should have asked..."

As I talked, I saw something softer flicker in Jessi's eyes, and her expression changed. It took me a moment to figure out that her new expression was one of hope, and I realized that she was trying to deflect our conversation and she thought it had worked. But as my voice trailed off, the hope faded from the blonde's visage.

"But as stupid as I may have been," I went on after a moment, "that does not change that you went out and had sex with two men just to hurt Amara, and that you lied about the second one, even after you let it slip."

"I didn't lie," Jessi shot back. "I just didn't tell you everything."

"There is such a thing as a lie of omission, Jessi," I informed her.

"Well, maybe I would've learned that in my English class if my professor hadn't been thinking about fucking his student all the times," my blonde lover said, and although her voice and her expression both still exuded anger, I thought I caught a slight smile after she spoke.

"It was just two of them I wanted to fuck," I replied, deciding to take the possible smile as an opening to diffuse the situation. "And I did not think about it all the time, just whenever I looked into those intense blue eyes of yours."

"Or at Big Tits' tits," she accused, but I was sure her tone was lighter than it had been just moments before.

"To be fair to Jessika, she has other attractive features," I pointed out, and when Jessi glared at me coldly, I added, "And you have an incredible body. I tried best I could to get a look down your shirt every opportunity I had."

"Not much to see there," Jessi scoffed, but she could not repress her smile this time.

"Just perfectly shaped breasts with nipples perfect for kissing," I told her just before I leaned over and sucked and licked first one nipple, then the other.

"You don't want to do that Mr. Warner," Jessi moaned. "You don't know where they've been."

"Given everything we have done since yesterday morning," I responded, "I think that concern is moot."

"That's not what you thought a few minutes ago," the blonde breathed.

"That is still a concern," I admitted, straightening up so I could look at her. "But there is nothing I can change about it now. I - we - just need to be tested, as you said."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself so you can fuck me, Mark," Jessi laughed, and although her tone seemed light, I thought I detected an almost hidden edge to it.

"Well, it is early still," I said, turning to look at my clock. "Not quite 5:00 yet. We could go back to sleep..."

"NO!" the young woman blurted out. "Just fuck me... or make love to me... whichever you want. I just need your cock in me."

"Why?" I asked, even though I had started us down this road when I had begun playing with her nipples.

"I told you - I get wet whenever I'm mad at you," she said, and even in the low light I saw her face redden. "And I was just really pissed at you, so..."

Instead of continuing, Jessi took my hand and drew it down to between her legs. The moment my fingers touched her labia, I felt the moisture of her arousal on them.

"I'm so fucked up," she lamented as I slipped my fingers inside of her. "You should run away scared, Mark.'

"I am not going anywhere, Jessi," I assured her before I kissed her.

"You should," she told me when our lips parted.

"I told you before - we all have our issues," I pointed out. "But now is not the time to talk about it. Now is the time to shut up, lie back, spread your legs, and get ready to be fucked like the little slut you are."

"Fuck yes," she grinned as she lay down and started to open herself up.

"I spoke too soon, I think," I laughed as I pulled Jessi back up to a sitting position again. "I need you to use that dirty mouth of yours to get me ready."

The blonde stared at me, her vivid blue eyes filled with their customary intensity, then she leaned over and wrapped her lips around my semi-hard penis and sucked hard. As she did so, her tongue wiggled against the sensitive skin of my shaft, and in less than thirty seconds, I was completely erect and ready. However, my talented young fellatrix continued sucking on me, now running her lips up and down the first several inches of my manhood while her tongue remained wondrously active. I let her continue this for a couple of minutes, then I used her hair to pull her lips off my penis with a loud pop.

"Why'd you stop me," she asked, confused. "I would've kept going."

Instead of answering, I kissed the young woman and then nibbled on her bottom lip as my hands massaged her breasts and pinched and rolled her small but firm nipples. Jessi ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned softly.

"I love you sucking my cock," I whispered, "but I love fucking you too, and I want to fuck you."

"Yes please," the blonde groaned as she leaned back, supporting herself with one arm while the other hand dropped from my hair to my chest. "Fuck your dirty little whore, Mr. Warner."

"Then spread those sexy legs, baby," I told her, and by the time the words were out of my mouth, her legs were splayed wide.

I pushed inside of her, having to pause at first because, despite the copious amount of lubrication, I found it difficult to penetrate her more than an inch or so. Then, as I tried to work my way deeper, I saw that Jessi had a pained expression on her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Does it hurt?"

"No," she rasped, shaking her head. "Just ram it in."

I started to push again, but Jessi's gasp made me stop again.

"It is hurting you," I said.

"No, I'm fine," she whimpered, before shaking her head and starting to cry. "I'm sorry, Mark. It hurts."

"No, I am sorry, baby," I told her as I slowly and gently pulled out of her.

"I'll suck you off," the blonde informed me as she wiped her tears away with one hand and reached out for my erection with the other.

I intercepted her hand, lacing my fingers in hers as I moved them to my mouth so I could kiss them.

"Let's just try to go back to sleep," I suggested.

Jessi nodded, then smiled weakly before saying, "You are so good to me, Mark Warner. I love you."

"I love you too, Jessi," I said, not even thinking about it before the words were already formed and out of my lips.

The lovely blonde's eyes widened and her mouth hung open as we both digested my words. For the third time in the last several minutes, her eyes filled with tears, but this time they were from neither sadness nor frustration.

"Jessi, I..."

"Shhh..." my young lover interrupted, putting her slender finger to my lips. "No more talking. After that, there's no way you're stopping me from giving you a blowjob, so you best just accept it and enjoy it."

"I..."

This time, Jessi stopped me with a kiss. She then pushed me back so I was lying on my back, and kissed her way down my neck, chest and abdomen, until she reached my groin, where she kissed all up and down the shaft of my still hard penis. After a few seconds, she climbed between my legs, wrapped her lips around the sensitive head of my manhood, and began sucking on it gently.

As Jessi sucked and licked at the most sensitive part of me, she did so with increasing force and zeal. Soon, I could not stand the intensity of the feeling, so I reached out and grabbed her head in both hands. I was trying to decide whether to pull her lips off of me or shove them down further when Jessi took hold of my wrists and moved my hands away. With a wink and shake of her head, which produced such exquisite sensations that my body shuddered and I tried to lower my pelvis away from the torture of her mouth, Jessi continued her oral ministrations.

"Please... please... go... go lower... lower... please..." I panted, disliking my pleading tone but desperate for her to give some relief to the now hyper-sensitive head of my penis.

The twenty-year-old blonde winked again, then excruciatingly slowly, millimeter by millimeter, she worked her now stretched lips down the length of my shaft, her tongue pushing against the underside of it as she went. The relief I felt was immediate but not complete - the tip was now so sensitive that even the feel of the roof of her mouth was almost more than I could bear.

When the head hit the back of her throat, Jessi paused for a moment, and her words to Amara about making it quick or gagging came back to me, and I braced for her to go down the rest of the way much faster than she had been going. As worked up as I was, I did worry that her swallowing me too quickly might send me over the edge, but I thought that was preferable to the prospect of her taking me into her tight throat as slowly as she had taken me into her mouth.

To my surprise, after the brief hesitation, and perhaps even a bit of gagging, Jessi continued her maddeningly deliberate descent. When she was about three quarters of the way down my erection, I felt like I could not take it anymore, so I took hold of her hair in both hands and yanked upwards, maybe a bit harder than I intended. The blonde squeezed her eyes shut, a pained expression on her face as she whimpered loud enough for me to hear, even with most of my penis in her mouth and throat.

However, despite the obvious discomfort, Jessi fought against the pull, opening her eyes to glare at me as she resisted. Without warning, I felt something sharp - her teeth, I realized - pressing against my penis, not hard, but with enough force that the message was clear. I immediately released her hair, and Jessi, still glaring, shook her head, the movement making me groan and shiver as goose bumps erupted on my legs and arms.

"Fuck, Jessi," I gasped. "Please, I cannot take it..."

My blonde fellatrix evidently decided she had tortured me enough, because she slid her lips back up to the tip of me, gave it a quick, hard suck, then started licking up and down my rigid penis, her eyes softer than they had been just moments before. With a sigh, I felt my body relax as she slowly drug her soft, wet tongue along my now recovering skin.

"Thank you, baby," I said, as I stroked her soft hair.

Jessi's eyes seemed to twinkle, then she lifted her head, graced me with a mischievous smile, pushed my penis up so it was nearly flat against my groin and lower abdomen, and moved forward enough to lick the underside of the head.

The feel of her tongue, although intense, paled in comparison to the unbearable tickling of her long hair, which had fallen around her face, brushing lightly on my abdomen. As I had when she had focused on just the head of my penis, I tried to push my body down deeper into the bed to escape the impossibly maddening sensation as my abdominal muscles twitched at each feathery touch of her blonde locks.

I was tempted to shove her away, but the memory of her teeth against my shaft cause me to decide against such a course of action. Instead, I swept her soft hair back, using my fingers to hold it in a rough ponytail as she continued teasing me with her tongue.

"Nope," Jessi said, shaking her head until her hair fell free again as the mischievous smile lit her beautiful features again.

Needing to do something with my hands, I let them fall from her head to the bed, where I immediately grabbed the sheets and balled them up in my fists. My lover was now licking up and down the whole underside of my penis, slowly dragging her hair along my skin as she did so. By this point, my body was shuddering almost continuously, and each second seemed like the last I could take.

When Jessi let my penis go so it stood back up straight, I let out a breath I had not been aware I was holding, believing the tickling of her hair against my flesh was at an end. However, the respite was all too brief as the young woman began moving her head in circles above me, dragging her hair over me with each movement.

"That's enough, Jessi!" I told her, sliding up the bed until my back was against the wall where the head of the bed pushed up against it.

The blonde shook her head and grinned, then crawled up to me, dragging her hair up my legs then across my groin and still very erect penis before her lips started planting kisses on my abdomen and chest. As her lips and tongue teased my nipples, I let out a mix between a groan and a whine, shocking myself with the noise, as my body shook uncontrollably.

When a second similar sound escaped my lips, Jessi looked up at me, her eyes narrowed briefly. Then she smiled and kissed my lips gently.

"I think that's enough teasing for you, Mr. Warner," she whispered. "I'm going to make you cum now, and then swallow every drop like a good little slut should."

Still shaking, I put both hands on her head and shoved her face down toward my erection.

Jessi did not resist, and I groaned in relief when her lips wrapped around my shaft and slid smoothly - and thankfully quickly - all the way down to the base of my penis. She held me deep in her throat for several seconds as she stared up at me, then she pulled her soft lips back up to the tip.

"Why don't you scoot back down so you can lay down, Mark?" she asked, winking at me. "I think you need to relax."

"You mean 'lie back down' I croaked as I did what she had suggested.

Jessi, who had moved back on the bed to give me room, shook her head and rolled her eyes, but a now playful smile remained her lips as she did so. And when I was finally stretched back out, she wasted no time taking me fully down her throat again. This time, however, she did not pause at the base, but rather began bobbing up and down rapidly. As she did so, she sucked on my shaft hard enough to hollow out her cheeks, and I found myself enthralled by the site of her giving her all to making me climax.

"God, you are fantastic," I moaned as I lightly grabbed her hair, not to push her head - she was at that point ramming herself up and down almost as hard as I had ever made her - but to feel her hair in my hands.

At my words, the young woman moaned, then pulled up so only about a third of my penis was in her mouth. While holding her stretched-thin lips in place, she sucked even harder than she had been moments before, and her cheeks became even more sunken. Her tongue was uncharacteristically still

save for pressing up against the underside of my shaft as she continuously sucked.

I tilted my head up to have a better look at my pretty young lover's face, and our eyes met in the most intense stare we had ever shared.

"You are beautiful, Jessi," I smiled, then my hips jerked up and I felt myself explode inside of her loving mouth.

***

It was fully light in my bedroom when I woke up, and as I lay in bed, I tried to figure out if the torturously amazing blowjob had been reality or a dream. Sitting up, I looked down at my flaccid penis and saw dark red marks about a quarter of the way up from the base, and I knew it had been real. The marks were from Jessi's teeth when I had tried to pull her off of me.

"You're finally awake, huh?" a voice said from the doorway of my bedroom, where a fully dressed Jessi stood. "It's about time."

"What happened?" I asked, shaking my head to try to clear the sleep from it.

"You were out cold seconds after you came," Jessi laughed as she walked over and sat beside me on the bed. "I've been trying for twenty minutes to get you up."

"Really?" I asked, not remembering any attempts to wake me.

"Really," the blonde breathed as she leaned in and kissed me.

"And now you have to hurry up. It's almost 10:00," she continued when her lips pulled back from mine. "I want to be at work by noon."

"You are working today?" I asked, confused. "It is Sunday... right?"

"Yes, it's Sunday," she snickered, her lovely blue eyes shining with amusement. "You did not sleep all day - just half of it."

I shook my head and chuckled, then reached up and ran my fingers down Jess's smooth cheek. The young woman closed her eyes and sighed, then smiled and kissed me again before opening them.

"When I got up, I decided I need to go to work," she told me. "I've used up all my sick days and a vacation day. I mean, shit, I haven't been at work ten days."

"You seem to be feeling much better," I pointed after yawning and stretching.

"Thanks to you, my love," she purred, and I felt a wave of uncertainty sweep over me as I recalled what I had said to her in the early hours of the morning when trying to assure her about how much I cared for her.

"Jessi, I..."

Jessi stopped me with another quick kiss, then she stood up, looked down at my penis, and winced.

"Of fuck," she groaned. "I didn't think I bit that hard. I'm so sorry, Mark."

"It is okay," I said, thankful we had something to discuss other than our mutual declarations of love, even if the topic of discussion was contusions on my penis.

"I'll make it up to you, lover," she grinned. "Promise. But now you need to get your ass up and take me home so I can get to work by noon."

"Isn't that my shirt?" I asked, realizing that Jessi was wearing a black Metallica shirt that looked suspiciously like one I had from when I was in college.

"Yep," she grinned. "I never knew you liked Metallica, though. I mean, even though they're old, they're kinda too badass for you, aren't they Mr. Warner? "

I shrugged, deciding not to be baited by her obvious teasing; instead, I asked her where her shirt was.

"That ridiculous cat shirt you made me wear yesterday?" she asked innocently. "Consider this a trade... until you are brave enough to want me to wear it again."

With the same mischievous grin she had shown me in the dark hours of the morning, my blonde lover winked and walked out of my bedroom.

***

Jessi's hands raked through my hair as our tongues played together. We were in my car in the parking lot of her apartment complex sharing a goodbye kiss that had started out relative innocent but had fallen into insistent passion. By the time our lips parted, we were both breathing quicker than we had been moments before.

"I gotta go, Mark," she sighed as our foreheads pressed together.

"I know, Jessi," I replied before I kissed her.

This one was much shorter, but we were both grinning when it finished.

"I have a lot of things to sort out this week, baby," she said, her eyes suddenly serious. "But, I can try working in the day instead of the evening, if you want."

From what Jessi had told me in the past, I knew that she preferred working in the evening since there were fewer people with whom she had to interact, and I very much wanted her to reestablish some level of comfort in her life.

"No, work your regular hours," I advised her, and I thought I saw disappointment flash in her vivid blue eyes. "And we can plan something for Friday."

The blonde looked mutinous for a moment, then I saw the significance of the day dawn in her eyes.

"Valentine's Day," she grinned. "Fuck yes. Friday it is."

"And maybe for the whole weekend," I suggested just as she was about to lean in and kiss me again. "An old friend of mine has a cabin up on a lake, and I know he will not be using it. His wife hates it. I will ask him if I can use it."

Jessi's smile was wider than I had ever seen it, and her eyes were positively radiant with happiness. She did not say anything, but the kiss she gave me made our earlier kiss seem like a quick peck.

"I want to take you here and now, Mr. Warner," she said when we could talk again. "God, I want to so fucking bad."

"You might still be sore," I pointed out while thinking it was unlikely I had recovered enough to do anything anyway.

"I wouldn't care," she informed me. "But I need to go, especially if we're going away for the weekend. I'll have to work extra hours."