Nerdcam Pt. 02

Moving off the couch to stand next to it, she gestured.

"Now lay down so I can return the favor." she ordered in an authoritarian tone.

"Yes, ma'am." Jack flopped down on his back. "Definitely ignore my feet, Beautiful."

"Don't worry," Anna rolled her eyes, but smiled at 'Beautiful,' "There's something else I've been waiting to see."

That said, she climbed onto the couch straddling Jack's torso in reverse-cowgirl position. She quickly helped Jack off with his boxer shorts, giving an appreciative murmur when his erection bounded back to slap against his tummy. Shifting back, she hesitated.

"So, um... you're sure about this?" she asked, straightening and tossing her hair to look back over a shoulder at him.

Jack pried his gaze from her glorious ass, planted, as it was, mere inches away.

"Definitely. But if you change your mind," he developed an impish smile, "Just use the safe words." He tapped a spot high on her ass. "Hack the Planet."

"Oh Hell," Anna laughed, "I'm never gonna live that down. Fine. Anything to stop you making any more smartass comments for a while."

She rose on hands and knees and inched back, feeling Jack spread his hands over her cheeks. Slowly lowering her bottom, she also leaned low to indulge one of her own little fantasies. First she tickled his ribs with her nails, then, as he tensed, ran her tongue over his flexing washboard abs. She trailed down the center line of his body toward his naval. When she came to his cock, she smoothly took him into her mouth, closing her lips halfway down his shaft.

Meanwhile, Jack nuzzled up into her, revelling in the heat and soft smothering preassure of her against his face. He unwittingly mirrored Anna's licking, but his tongue trailed from the crevice where her balls were pressed against her taint, back over that smooth expanse to flatten over her tight little hole.

Anna inhaled sharply through her nose, then moaned quietly around her mouthful. She had been right. It was a very different sensation, but, as Jack's tongue played over her bare anus, it did feel pretty great. She tried to maintain something resembling a rhythm while she alternated between sucking and stroking him with her hand. This was more and more challenging as he began to tease and poke between licks and kisses.

But the serious distraction started when Jack hooked an arm around her leg and wrapped those long fingers around her shaft. Given their relative positions, he used what she thought of as an 'overhand technique.' Being stroked while he simultaneously tongued spit into her clenching pink portal was amazing, and brought Anna moaning back to the edge all too quickly. She held out as long as she could, but, paradoxically, her focus on putting off her climax seemed to push her over the edge all the faster. Her hips trembled. As she lifted her head to draw in a shuddering breath, an idea -- little more than an urge -- seized her.

Surprising Jack, she rose on all fours, tugging her cock free of his hand in the process. Biting her lip and whimpering, she slid a hand down along her body to press her shaft back between her legs. Holding it there, she lowered herself, slowly, shakily.

"Please..." she managed, as her tip, dripping pre cum, touched Jack's chin.

Taken aback, but very willing, Jack opened wide. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before his mouth was filled. Then Anna's pre-slick head pressed on his tongue and followed it down toward his throat. Her balls settled gently over his nose.

Feeling her throb and tense in his mouth, Jack set to sucking. After just a few rolls of her hips, he felt telltale spasms, which were followed by the first violent spurt of Anna's cum.

"Hnn... fuck..." she gasped, holding onto Jack's legs, her hair cascading as she let her head drop.

Jack swallowed, tremendously aroused, but also glad that she was, for whatever reason, not trying to hilt herself while she was at it. Then he was surprised yet again. Anna abruptly lifted herself. In mid-orgasm, her jumping cock sprung free of Jack's lips to launch further sprays of hot seed down his chest and tummy.

Jack too the opportunity to breath. He marveled at the volume of spunk raining down on his midsection. While he waited for Anna to come down from her climax, he moved his hands slowly up and down, caressing the soft curves of her thighs.

Several seconds later, after a full body shiver, Anna swung a leg over to step off the couch. She turned a guilty expression on Jack, leaning in to lay a hand along his jaw.

"God, are you okay?"

"I think I'll make it," Jack smiled, "And not that I'm complaining, but, why'd you pull out?"

Anna broke into a grin, shook her head.

"Sorry, I just... I 'pulled out' of your face."

Jack rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that's definitely the first time I've used the expression that way," he admitted. "But I am still curious why."

Moving down the couch a bit, Anna trailed the fingers of one hand through the polls and droplets of semen spread over Jack's midsection.

"Well, you hadn't cum yet. So I thought, switch things up maybe? Show you what else my ass can do." she explained.

As she spoke, Anna reached to Jack's erection, stroking it with her cum-slicked hand. She repeated the process a few times before re-mounting the couch, again straddling Jack, but this time facing him. He reached to steady her, but she kept her balance, squatting over his lap. Reaching one hand down to lift his now-slippery dick into a vertical position, she rubbed the still cummy fingers of her other hand in between her cheeks, priming her hole.

"And I thought, why waste the natural lube." she finally finished her explanation as she lowered herself until her weight stretched her open around his swollen head.

"That's-" Jack broke off, groaning in pleasure, as Anna slowly sank, engulfing him. When she paused to shift position, he tried again, "That's a good reason."

"Glad you think so."

Anna rolled her hips back and pressed down over another inch of his length. She settled down, her breasts pressed to his chest, and nuzzled in to kiss his neck. Jack folded his arms around her, hugging her to him for a moment before sliding his hands down to her lower back.

"Mind if I move?" he asked.

Anna nipped his ear, then whispered into it.

"If that means you're gonna fuck me now... then no, I don't mind."

"Mm, damn," Jack replied, "When you put it that way..." Jack turned his head to steal a kiss.

Pushing his ass into the cushion, he pulled halfway out of Anna before thrusting in again. As he set a slow steady pace, Anna mirrored his movements, so that each in and out saw Jack pull almost completely free before being buried balls deep as she slapped down on his lap.

In short order Anna rose on her knees again, dragging her nails over his shoulders and down his chest. The moderate pace didn't last long. Anna sped up her bouncing, her gasps and cries soon overtaking the other noises; their labored breathing, the creaking of the couch, and her half hard cock battering Jack's rippling abs.

When Anna had shifted position, Jack had moved his hands from her lower back to her pert, bouncing breasts. Anna placed her hands over his, holding them there and wordlessly encouraging him to lift and squeeze, and to pinch her nipples.

Some minutes later they were both beaded with sweat. To judge by the sound, the couch was on the verge of coming apart.

"Fu-u-uck," Anna gasped, "Gonna cu-u-um again."

"Do it," Jack encouraged between grunts, "I'm... close."

Clenching tighter than ever around his pistoning rod, Anna let herself go.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, UNNF!" she cried in abandon, just before her head went light and fuzzy.

Jack put on an extra turn of speed. The irregularity of Anna's movements, her tightening around him, and her cries all worked together to hurry him to his own tipping point. The two gradually slowed, their jerky movements grinding to a stop as Anna once again showered his body with cum and Jack released over and over, deep inside her.

They remained locked that way for long seconds, each occassionally twitching or shifting slightly. Eventually, when they had both relaxed some, Anna carefully lowered herself to lay atop him. She gave him a peck on the cheek in passing before resting her ce against his neck and letting herself go limp.

"'S good," she murmured, "Jus' leave it in for a minute?"

To ensure he understood, she deliberately tensed around his shaft, where it was still half buried inside her.

"Mm, fuck," he made it sound like speaking required a serious effort, "Sounds good to me, Babe."

In her drained, afterglowy state, Anna couldn't be bothered to pass judgement on 'Babe.'

A few minutes later, Jack shifted to check Anna's face.

"Are you actually asleep?" he asked quietly.

"Mm-Mmm." Aside from continuing to breath steadily, Anna didn't move.

Jack smiled.

"So it was good for you too, then?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Hmm." Jack slide a hand slowly up and down Anna's back.

"And you're not ticklish at all, probably." he said matter of factly.

Anna opened her eyes and squinted at him threateningly.

"A little. Please don't."

"Mm. Would be a shame to ruin this nice, cozy-" Jack trailed off and both their expressions went a little funny as his flaccid member finally slipped out of Anna.

The two shared a brief, childishly prurient smile. They spent a couple more minutes in pleasant silence before either spoke again.

"So... Had it been a while? You didn't last all that long the first time." Jack observed.

"Uh, yeah," Anna looked mildly embarassed, "Sorry. I should've said something."

"No," Jack objected, "No, don't apologize. I'm kinda glad. It can be a pain, not knowing if you've satisfied someone. Like..."

"Yeah, I get it."

"Also, it's a huge turn on, seeing and hearing and feeling you get off."

Cool as a cucumber a short while ago, Anna pressed a shy smile into his chest.

"It's kind of embarassing, but... I'm glad you like it, I guess. Sorry about, you know, cramming my dick in your mouth. I should've warned you or something. The first time you helped yourself, but..."

Jack chuckled.

"Yeah. In the future we should probably remember to give a heads up before cramming our dicks places. Worked out in this case, though. I was surprised for sure. But I almost lost it myself when I heard you getting all loud and desperate, then felt you throbbing, shooting-"

"Wait-" Anna began to interrupt.

"Don't be too embarassed," Jack suggested, "It was-"

"Not that. Well, yeah, it is a little embarassing, but... You said 'In the future.'" Anna cut in again.

Laying with her head on his chest, she noticed when the rhythm of his breathing stilled for a few extra seconds. Where they had both been rather limp and relaxed, he suddenly seemed somehow stiff.

"Uh, yeah..." he said at last.

"I think-" she began, shifting to look at him.

"We should talk about that?" he finished for her.

Ouch. He was sharp. And his tone was casual, but it had lost the smile she usually heard in it. She felt a little bad for playing with him this way. But, given his sense of humor, hopefully he'd forgive her.

"I think I might really like you. Well, the sex is definitely good. But... if it might be more than that... I don't know if I want to get into anything serious right now. And I don't know, well, much of anything about you or your situation. Maybe we should take it slow and see what happens."

He was slow to reply.

"Uh, okay..."

Anna shifted and rose on all fours to look at him.

"So I think we should have those sandwiches before we fuck again." she said, as if it were a perfectly normal thing for a person to say.

Jack had been looking back at her, though she got the impression he would have preferred looking away. She watched as his eyes flitted away in confusion at her words.

"Wait. Do what now?" he asked.

"I asked for a rain check, remember? When you asked me to go to lunch with you."

She tried to suppress a smile while his expression shifted through a gamut of reactions. He eventually settled on a rueful half smile.

"Before we fuck again?" he quoted her.

"Yeah. I'll make you a copy of my work schedule and we can meet for lunch. Or brunch. Something. Didn't think I was just gonna end things now, did you?" She leaned close. "I haven't even gotten to taste your cum yet."

"Mm, you're a little bit evil." Jack accused, his smile broadening.

Anna bounced her eyebrows suggestively. When Jack lifted his head, she tipped hers and pressed down into a long, slow kiss. Jack sucked at her lower lip as she finally came up for air. Settling on his midsection, she sat up and poked a fingertip into his chest.

"'My treat', I think you said."

"I may have said something like that," he admitted, "but could we lay here a little longer? I'm pretty sure they're not open right now."

"I'm sure it would be very nice to lay here with you," she replied regretfully, "But I think maybe we should meet for sandwiches before fucking again, before we start spending the night."

She slowly slid off of him to stand.

"So I need to get dressed. Mind if I get something to drink first?"

"And watch you walk around my apartment naked? Jeez, that sounds awful."

Anna turned and gave her ass a little shake before heading into the kitchen. She smiled when she heard a familiar 'damn' behind her. While she padded to the refrigerator, Jack called after her.

"Should be bottled water, some energy drinks, and OJ. And milk? Maybe. Sorry -- no beer right now."

"Water's good, thanks." Anna replied, taking a bottle and closing the fridge.

While she rehydrated in the kitchen, Jack considered whether to pull on his boxers or deal with some decidedly sticky patches first. It was crossing his mind to ask Anna if she'd like to join him for a shower before she left when she spoke up again.

"You didn't tell me you were an artist. You mind if I look at... Huh. This looks familiar."