Finding Home Ch. 12-13

Chapter 12

Though Lucy had just had the most incredible orgasm, she felt her desire start to return as she saw the straining length at the front of Jackson's jeans.

He was laying beside her on the bed, absentmindedly lapping up the remainder of her juices on his moustache and beard. She got up from her position and kneeled next to him.

"Mr. DeLane, I do believe you've forgotten your reward." She said coyly as she unzipped his jeans.

"Oh, Ms. Prince, I would never dream of being so presumptuous." He grinned at her with humor and excitement dancing in his eyes.

She laughed heartily. "Why do I get the feeling that that is... complete bullshit?"

Jackson laughed with her. "You may be onto something there."

Lucy took another glance at his impressive bulge, now only barely covered. Though she'd never performed a blowjob before, Lucy was no stranger to porn. Hell, even some of her friends Melanie and Briana's stories had been quite instructive. But here was the real thing. She wanted to please him. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he had so expertly provided to her.

She wanted to feel him in her mouth.

Lucy grabbed at the waistband of his jeans when Jackson cleared his throat. She looked up to see him gesturing at the t-shirt he was still wearing.

"Mr. DeLane, why so overdressed? I was told this would be an informal affair." She flirted as she pulled the shirt up to his shoulders. Jackson removed it the rest of the way for her.

"Quite right, Ms. Prince. Please forgive my oversight." She barely heard him as she brought her hands up to stroke his glorious pecs and extraordinary abs. She gave in to a growing, overwhelming urge and leaned down to drag her tongue from the top of his navel all the way up to his collarbone. Delicious! Jackson growled at her.

To his credit, from that point on Jackson let Lucy take the lead. He simply laid back with his hands behind his head, watching her.

As Lucy leaned over his body, the monster in his pants rubbed against her thigh, reminding her of its presence. She reached down again to the waistband of his pants and this time Jackson tilted his hips up to assist her in removing them.

His was probably only the second penis she'd seen in person. And this would be the first she would touch. And lick. And suck.

Lucy closely inspected the appendage. Like everything else about him, it was impressive. And big. His dick was long, maybe 9 inches if she had to guess. And thick. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd even be able to get her hand around it. She decided to test the theory.

She reached out a hand to wrap around the base, near his massive, heavy sack. She was right, her thumb and middle finger were unable to touch with her hand in this position. She gently slid her hand up and down. A drop of precum rested on the head of his dick, dangerously close to dripping.

Waste not, want not. Lucy mused the old saying in her hand and followed her instinct to lick the tip of Jackson's cock. He groaned loudly.

"Little one, I'm not gonna make it very long..." It was probably the most stressed she had heard his voice sound.

Her mouth twitched into a brief smile before descending onto the top of his dick. She started slow, trying to get accustomed to the sensation. Honestly, it was an uncomfortable position for her jaw to be open so wide. I'll just need more practice. Much more!

Jackson was hissing and growling as she worked the base of his cock with her hand and the top with her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, trying to keep her teeth as far away from the precious manhood as she could. She alternated between quick swirls and long laps.

She was so focused on her task, she almost forgot to look up. She looked Jackson deep in his amber eyes as her hands continued to pump and she slid her mouth further and further onto the top of his cock. She suddenly felt the need to stuff as much of his meat into her mouth as she could. She relaxed her throat and felt herself push down a little more. She probably wasn't even halfway when she felt like she was stuck. Saliva spilled out of her mouth and onto his cock, providing extra lubrication for her hand below.

Jackson groaned and very slowly moved to place a hand on the back of her head. He didn't add any pressure or force, but just the weight of his hand there felt both comforting and dominating. She had seen a few face fucking videos and currently felt eager to try, but she knew wasn't quite ready for that. Yet.

Lucy was having a bit of trouble breathing from impaling her mouth so far onto his thick cock. Jackson's hand gripped the hair on her head and pulled her off of him. She was startled by the tug, but more than that, she liked it. The nerves in her scalp seemed connected to those in her nipples and pussy. The hair pulling had given her a pleasant jolt.

The look in Jackson's eyes told her not to push herself so hard to deepthroat... and also that he knew exactly how the hair pulling had affected her.

She returned to his cock, resuming the alternating swirls, laps, and suction. The lusty noises from his mouth started to string together and she knew he was close. She had heard that some men warn their partners when they're about to cum to allow the decision to spit or swallow.

First timer or not, it was obvious to both Lucy and Jackson that there was no way his cum was going anywhere other than deep down her throat.

She continued to worship his cock, holding onto his muscular thigh with her spare hand for balance. The hand at the base of his cock slipped onto his balls and she lightly tugged at the heavy sack. Jackson's hands moved to her shoulders.

A moment later, hot thick liquid began to pour down her throat as a roar escaped Jackson's mouth. She felt a prick of pain at her shoulders as she swallowed what felt like buckets of Jackson's semen. Finally, the long, softening shaft slipped out of her mouth and she tasted the small pool of cum left on her tongue. It tasted much better than she had expected. It was sweet, yet earthy, and unlike anything she had ever tasted before. More please!

After a few moments of staring in fascination as his cock began to deflate, Lucy looked up at Jackson. He was covered in beads of sweat and the hair on his chest, head, and beard seemed longer and thicker than before. She glanced back down at his cock and when she looked back at his face, all of his hair appeared normal again. She brushed it off. All the titillation must have been messing with her mind.

He pulled her closer to him, in between his chest and arm. She intended to place a chaste kiss on his lips, but he quickly opened his mouth to create something far more sultry. She moaned, overwhelmed with what had just transpired between them. When they finally broke the kiss, she laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

When she awoke, it was morning.

Chapter 13

Fuck. Shit. What time is it?

Lucy sat up in the empty bed looking for a clock. Fuck. How did this happen? She had work today!

You mouth-fucked your client after he made you cum like a pornstar with his tongue, that's how this happened.

Lucy blushed at her own vulgar, but extremely accurate, thought.

The noise of running water startled her. A shower. Lucy got up from the bed and walked across the room into an ensuite bathroom. Jackson was standing in the massive shower, water washing over his shoulders as he faced away from her with his hands on the walls. Mmm, that ass.

"Enjoy your beauty rest, little one? I almost woke you earlier, but I confess I quite enjoyed watching you squirm and beg me to fuck you while you slept." Jackson called to her, looking over his shoulder.

Lucy paused. She was fairly certain she didn't talk in her sleep. But then again, she hadn't had any other bed partners to tell her so. She decided to assume he was teasing her.

"Mind if I join you?" She asked as she slipped into the large shower.

"I'd mind if you didn't." He said roughly, his tone sending a jolt to her pussy. He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her under the stream of water. He quickly pulled her close and began to lick all over each of her shoulders. She was somewhat amused at his strange choice of body part to pamper, but she wasn't exactly complaining. Once he seemed satisfied that she was sufficiently drenched in his saliva there, he reached for the shampoo and began to massage it into her hair.

"Mmm. That feels nice." After he rinsed her hair, he crouched beside her and started to soap her body. Lucy thought to ask, "What time is it anyway? I need to return to the hotel to grab my clothes... and... get ready..." She trailed off as he rubbed the suds into the skin of her thighs very close to her center.

"That won't be necessary." He said as he turned her body so her backside was facing him. He took a long lick from where her ass met her thigh, up one cheek to where the rounded globe ended and her back began. "I have everything you need right here."

She gasped at the erotic sensation as he repeated on the other cheek. "I actually don't doubt that... but... I have to... work today..." she trailed off, lost in the feeling of Jackson's tongue worshipping her ass.

A swift slap to her ass cheek brought her back to reality. She jumped. "Lucy." Jackson ordered her full attention with a single utterance of her name. She looked down at him, waiting desperately for what he would say next.

"Trust me." He said simply. His words were not dripping with authority, like she'd heard from him many times before. This was different. This was not a command. He was asking her. It was a statement, but she heard the question mark in his voice. She had a choice. And yet, Lucy knew deep down that she had no choice at all. The way her body responded to him from their very first touch, she knew that she would follow this man to the ends of this earth. Sure, he was hot. More like sexy as fuck. But what she felt for him was more than that. She absolutely trusted him. Mind, body, and soul.

And that made her nervous. A part of her was so used to being independent. Lucy was proud of being able to pull herself up by her own bootstraps. She had gotten herself this far.

But she was tired. And lonely. And tired of being lonely. Lucy wanted to build a life with someone. She wanted a family. She wanted a house full of love and joy and laughter, instead of the silence she had grown up with and was now accustomed to.

And if she was really, truly honest with herself and listened to the little voice in the back of her mind, she knew that Jackson could give her everything she ever wanted.

Lucy looked down at Jackson. She knew the answer long before he'd ever asked the question. "Completely."

He looked up at her with such sincere joy, she felt the tears prick at her eyes from the elation bubbling in her chest. He placed a soft kiss on her thigh. Then another, closer to her hip. The kisses increased in speed as he approached her pussy. When he made it to his destination, he laved her slick folds, not missing an inch.

He nipped gently on her outer lips, forcing a gasp. He swirled a rough tongue around her clit repeatedly. She felt another slap to her ass. Once. Twice. Three times. Lucy felt a pleasant heat start to spread from the area he struck. He never let up on her clit. The sound of hand against flesh filled her ears. The smell of her flowing pussy juice filled the shower.

"Fuck yes!" She screamed as she came, senses totally overloaded. Jackson gently sat her down on the bench inside the shower.

She was still reeling from the aftershocks pulsing through her as she felt blazing hot liquid strike her breasts. Lucy looked down and saw the last few spurts of cum as it shot out of Jackson's cock and landed on one of her nipples. Another small aftershock racked through her pussy at the erotic scene. She stared up at Jackson who himself looked pretty spent. She smirked at him as she took one of her sizable breasts into her hand, brought the nipple to her mouth, and licked his seed off of the hard bud. They both groaned.

"If you're actually serious about getting to work on time, Ms. Prince, I must say that is the absolute wrong way to accomplish your goal. Keep this up and I'll have no choice but to tie you to my bed and fuck you senseless."

Damn him, she loved the way Jackson could mix a formal tone with dirty talk. And being tied down sounds pretty damn exciting, too.

"How do you do this to me?" She mused breathily.

"Baby, if you knew half of what you do to me, we'd never leave this house again." He whispered softly before pressing a gentle kiss on her lips.

Somehow they pulled themselves together enough to finish re-washing their bodies. Jackson pointed her to a spare toothbrush and toiletries. She looked in the mirror and saw very faint scratches on her shoulders. She remembered the feeling of pain as he came in her mouth last night. He must have grazed her with his fingernails in his ecstasy. Oh well, no harm done.

When she walked back into the bedroom, she found a pair of black pants and a thin sweater laid on the bed. The tags, showing a much higher dollar amount than she expected, were still attached to each item. A very expensive bra rested beside the sweater.

She heard Jackson start to pull on his own shirt behind her. "What, couldn't find a pair of panties to match?" She called over to him.

"Based on last night's attire, I assumed you have very little interest in nonessential undergarments." Lucy felt the blush come to her cheeks. She felt Jackson come close behind and whisper in her ear, "Incidentally, I've found I have even less interest in creating another barrier between us." She shivered.

When she turned to look at him, she found Jackson on the other side of the room going into his closet. Wow, he's fast.

Once they were both fully dressed, they descended down the grand staircase. Lucy was in awe, getting a second look at the beautiful room. This time, on my own two feet. She smiled to herself, remembering how he had savagely carried her to his bed the night before.

Jackson grabbed her hand and guided her to a huge commercial-looking kitchen. Seriously, you could cook for an army in here. A few other people were standing around a large stainless steel table when the pair walked in. Lucy was startled by their presence. A low growl that seemed to come from Jackson caused the group to scurry out of the room. What was that about?

"I'd prefer to eat on the road. We really are a bit behind schedule." He said as he reached for a couple muffins sitting on the counter.

"I don't usually eat breakfast anyway." she said, eyeing a banana.

Jackson saw her gaze and handed her one of the bananas. "I insist, little one. Besides, as you may recall, we did not manage to keep our dinner appointment last night." He dragged his tongue across his lips.

"But as you may recall, Sir, I managed to be quite well-fed nonetheless." She flirted, staring at his mouth.

"Indeed." His deep voice caused her nipples to harden under her new clothes.

He stared at her hotly for a moment before shifting his gaze out of the window on the other side of the room. "Tyson's here."

They took their food and walked hand-in-hand towards the front door. She grinned mischievously at him, "So how much trouble will you be in for showing up late to work?"

He laughed, "Fortunately, I am never late. Everyone else is merely early." He raised a dark eyebrow at her and whispered conspiratorially, "You, on the other hand, will have to answer to the boss. I hear he takes discipline quite seriously."

"Yes," she said mock-seriously before breaking into a wide grin. "Fortunately, I'm counting on it."

She squealed as he slapped her ass firmly.