House Rules: The Jack Gordon Story (5 page)

“Wonderful,”
she whispered.

He
finally pulled out of her, ran a hand down his face, and tried to get a grip on
what he’d done. He trembled as he took the condom off, and wrapped it in a
tissue before dropping in a chair, unable to stand another minute. She sat on
his lap, kissed him and kissed him, grinding down against his still half-hard
dick.

Jack
had never felt better in his entire stupid life. “I want to fuck you some more,
Mindy. Where can we go?” His voice was hoarse, as if he’d been yelling.

“I
thought you might, sweet boy.” She helped him up, pulling up his pants and
zipping them. “You have to be somewhere…?” she whispered, sliding into his
arms.

“Nope.
Take me home. Teach me more.”

“With
pleasure.” She buttoned his shirt back up and giggled when he slapped her ass.
“Oh trust me, we are gonna do some of that, too.”

He
grinned like an idiot and believed he must have died and gone to straight to
heaven.

Chapter Five

“Nope,
I’ll drive myself, thanks.” Mindy gave him a breezy wave as she unlocked the
door of her convertible. Jack watched her, hands stuffed deep in his pockets,
trying to square the sudden urge to bolt, to go to the high school party and
stick with plan A. The plan where he was a regular eighteen-year-old about to
lose his virginity to a girl, not a sexual rookie, prepared to leap into bed
with his father’s damn secretary.

He
grinned, catching sight of her bare leg as she slid into her seat. Nope. Plan A
was no longer an option. He leaned into her open window, smiling when she put
her fingertips to his lips. “Follow me, Jackie. Hope you took your vitamins
this morning.”

His
body was still on edge, satisfied to a point but definitely in need of more. He
gave a mental shrug, trusting Brandis would figure it out when he didn’t show
up. The responsible friend in him shied away from standing the guy up, and he
promised himself he would grab Mindy’s phone when they got to her place and
give Brandis a call.

He
jumped into the truck and followed her out of the parking lot and toward the
west side of Ann Arbor. They pulled in front of a newer-looking apartment
complex off Pauline, near Stadium.

He
parked a few slots away from her and got out, suddenly able to identify why he
was so shaky—he was as nervous as he had ever been, despite the fact this whole
“teaching” thing was totally her idea. Swallowing past the lump in his throat,
he turned and yelped when she leapt at him, pushed him back into the increasing
shadows, kissing and running her hands all over him, gripping his ass, stroking
his erection through his trousers.

He
grabbed on, flipped her around, and picked her up. She wrapped her long legs
around his waist. “Which way?” he mumbled around her lips. “Hurry, I have a lot
to learn, remember?” Nervousness gone, replaced completely by a fresh, bright
rush of lust, he laughed as she pointed to the building at their left.

“Okay.”
He set her down so she could open the door and pull him into her small, tidy
apartment.

“First
lesson.” She yanked his shirt off and unzipped him in a flash. He stood naked
as the day he was born, sporting a huge boner and a grin while she crossed her
arms and stepped back, observing him with a funny look. The anxiety returned
with a flash of heat to his face. “Shower time,” she giggled, slipping out of
her shoes and dress, leaving Jack to stare at her bare ass as she made her way
down the hall to the bathroom.

By
the time he got to the doorway, she was in the shower, humming a tune. He
shrugged and hopped in with her, wincing when the water hit his skin. “Shit,
that’s cold.” He shivered and backed away. She turned around and cranked the
hot water, brushing her bare, slick ass against his cock in the process.

A
strange sort of whiteness seemed to descend, casting a pall over Jack’s brain.
He reached out, gripped her hips, and yanked her back, making her squeal. She
propped her hands on the cheap, fiberglass wall, not discouraging him in the
slightest. His dick was tingling, his brain buzzing as he allowed himself a few
moments to glide between her ass cheeks, loving the wet, warm sensation there
and trying to bite back yet another teenaged, knee-jerk climax. Which proved
nearly impossible.

“God,”
he groaned, leaning over her, the hot water beating a rhythm on his back as he
cupped her full breasts with both hands.

“No,
baby, just Mindy,” she breathed, reaching up to grip his hair and arching into
him. Her nipples were so hard, her body so sweet, tight, and perfect. He angled
his hips, seeking release inside her but she stood up, removing herself from his
grasp, and turned.

He
gasped, holding onto the shower wall, staring at her. “You have already
forgotten Mindy’s first rule, haven’t you, naughty boy?” She smiled and reached
her arm outside the curtain.

He
watched her open the condom packet. The damn thing felt like it was cutting off
his circulation it was so tight. He sucked in a breath as she rolled it down
his shaft.

“Hmm…sweetie,
you are gonna have to get the big rubbers I’m afraid.” She sighed, cupping his
balls. When she ran her fingernail underneath them his knees nearly buckled.
“These are just not gonna cut it on this lovely, giant cock. But…for now….”

“Turn
around,” he croaked out, then doing it for her. The sight of her curvy
perfection made his skin flame hotter. “I gotta…I want to….”

“Shh…Jackie,
it’s okay. Just one more quickie then…we get serious.” She put her hands on the
wall and looked over her shoulder at him, pinned him with a look he would never
forget, ever. “Now, fuck me like you mean it…Jack.”

His
vision narrowed and his entire body zinged with lust as he slid into her, that
sweet grip of female wonder that was so…warm…so…amazing. He watched himself, as
he pulled out then pushed back in, making her squirm, loving the sight of it.
She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down to her sex.

“Touch
here, just a little, lightly, tease it…while you…oh yeah.” She arched back
farther, giving him even more depth. “Hard, Jackie, like that, like you
…oh…Jesus!”

Jack
closed his eyes, concentrated for a split second then cried out as the orgasm burst
across his vision. He had to grip her with both hands as he came.

“Oh,
Jesus, is right,” he sighed, his hips still moving of their own accord and his
entire being awash with something that was pure pleasure with a small touch of
fear. He licked her wet shoulder making her shiver. “I think I love you,” he
said into her skin.

She
giggled and stood, forcing him to slide out of her, leaving him on the verge of
collapse.  “Don’t be silly,” she said, but tilted his face to meet hers, the
hot water still streaming around her, onto him. “Kiss me,” she insisted, and he
did.

Then
she broke away and climbed out, grabbed a towel, and winced when she slid it
between her legs. “Jack, my darling, you’re gonna have to be gentle with the
girls, you know.” She nodded at his cock as he attempted to pull the condom off
without making a mess or complaining. “That is a seriously thick tool.”

She
smiled and helped him, licking his lips the whole time, distracting him and
making the task slightly easier. “Remember to stretch them a little.” She took
his hand and put his index and middle finger in her mouth and sucked. “With
these first. So nobody gets hurt.” She winked and gave his nipple a hard flick
before flouncing off into the bedroom. “Come on, let’s eat something. Then I’ll
show you what I mean.”

Jack
kept grinning as he dried off then wrapped the towel around his waist and
caught his own reflection in the small mirror. He looked the same as he had
that morning. He felt one hundred percent different, better—a man now. His grin
widened and his cock did not soften, not one bit. He heard his stomach rumbling
as he wandered out seeking a different sort of physical satisfaction before
settling into his next lesson.

* * * *

“Shit!”
Jack sat up, brushing at whatever it was that was on him, making the cat yowl
and hiss as it hit the floor. “Goddamn….” He flopped back, staring at Mindy’s
bedroom ceiling. Moonlight streamed in from a small window. He turned and
looked at her, Mindy, his teacher. The female sex goddess who had captured his
every nerve ending in her funny web of kink, who taunted him in ways that were borderline
rude during their  sometimes awkward “learning sessions.”

He
smiled and turned on his side so he could run his hand across her hip. She’d
made it clear that every inch of her was his to explore. And he had, going
deep, going long, and going very, very intimately, taking the task of student
seriously. He’d become near expert at drawing out her orgasm, teasing her and
himself into a frenzy for the past three months straight.

He
shivered and his body sprang to attention as it always did, recalling last
night—the huge mirror she’d propped on the floor near the bed so he could
“watch himself fucking her.”

The
woman was awesome on so many levels. He had discovered his inner expert at a
couple of things like oral sex and had decided that was hands-down his favorite
way to make her come. He loved the smell and taste of her, could suck that
sweet clit for hours, teasing it, making it quiver while he used his fingers
inside her.

She
sighed, shifted her bare ass back toward him. He grinned, tugging her close.
He’d fucked pretty much every orifice she possessed, all the while guided by
her. She told him what he was doing wrong in no uncertain terms and rewarded him
very well when he got to where he could make her come more than twice in a
session.

“Two
is my limit,” she’d declared at first. That was before he’d shown her the stuff
he’d bought at a sex toy store—which ended that nonsense—and turned her into a
quivering, weepy, satisfied mess by the end of the night. It had also been the
first time he had forced himself to stop, to clamp down hard on his own climax,
even making himself wait until the next morning before yanking her hips up and
fucking her so hard from behind that they were both sore for a couple of days.

“Mmmm…”
she sighed, reaching back to clutch at his hair. He could smell the wax from
the candles, the scented oil she used the night before. Her spicy need made him
a craven creature, a slave to his own dick. He loved every blessed, decadent
minute of it.

He
reached around and flicked at her clit, which had emerged from its hood, erect
and ready for him as he rubbed against her ass, practicing his new orgasm
self-denial skills. “Do it, baby,” she whispered. “Come all over my ass. I can
tell you want to.”

“Yeah,”
he grunted, loving how she could anticipate his need. He kept up his finger
movement against her sex. “Come with me, Mindy.” He bit down on her shoulder,
loving her taste as the climax gripped him, bringing that strange combination
of extreme pleasure and a flicker of fear. “Come on, baby. Show me.”

“Put
it in me, Jack.” She sighed, arching back just enough so his already
cum-slickened shaft slipped between her legs and hovered, just outside her.
“Oh, please,” her voice quavered a little.

Jack
stopped, put his hands on her hips. “Your rule, Mindy. You’ve trained me well.”
He started to turn and grab a properly sized rubber from the stack beside the
bed but she rolled to her knees, presenting that amazing, sweet ass to him. She
peered at him from between the messy strands of her hair. He stared, his mouth
watering at the sight, frozen.

“But…I
can’t…. Oh yes….” Yet even as he knew he should not, he did. Sliding in deep
with a long stroke and fucking her bareback, making her cry out as he threaded
the fingers of one hand in her long hair and pulled while hanging onto one hip
with the other. It was glorious. It was amazing. It was totally without
protection.

“Oh
shit…I’m gonna come.” He yanked her head back, loving that moment when she
cried out in pain and pleasure and arched her back so he could go even deeper.

“Yes!
Jack!” she said softly, gently, as he groaned and came for what felt like an
hour and a half, his body shaking, teeth chattering, his brain shutting before
he flopped down and his eyes started to close.