Pole Dance (16 page)

But, at the moment, Jake wasn't sure that he could control himself enough to give her what she needed.

"Okay, here's how its gonna go," Jake continued his hands moving from her hips to capture her face. "Gonna do a move. When I stop, I want you to do the same move on me. Got it?"

"Do the same on you?" Jake heard her breathy voice repeat and felt it reverberate in his dick.

"Ready?"

"God, Jake," Caitlin moaned.

He was gonna take that as a 'yes'.

Jake brought his lips to the soft sensitive spot on her neck, right beneath her earlobe. He kissed it lightly, moving his kisses down her neck. As soon as his mouth reached her shoulder, he immediately used his tongue to lick back up her neck in one continuous, wet motion. He finished with a slow circle of his tongue on the spot he started on sucking lightly.

He pulled back in a silent request to her, to follow his lead.

But his voice stuck as he looked at her in the shimmering light coming through the fogged windows.

Fuck.

The fuckin' beauty of her had his breath sticking, hitching.

Caitlin's head was thrown back and her neck was fully exposed. He hadn't even realized that the whole time he had been working her neck that his hands had captured her breasts and his thumbs were rubbing, flicking against the hard peaks even through her shirt and bra, underneath her now unbuttoned coat. He felt his cock throb as his hands continued to move, to pinch the tips lightly. Her hips were slowly moving forward and back rubbing, stroking herself against his hard length. And he caught a whiff of her, the essence of her.

"Your turn, Darlin'." Even he could hear the hoarse, throaty growl of his whispered words.

Caitlin brought her chin down to capture his eyes. In the glow of the streetlights, there was only the thinnest rim of blue-green of her iris showing.

"My turn," she breathed as her hands pushed his jacket to move it to the edge his shoulders. Her gaze remained steady on his as her fingers drifted up to lift his hair away, up and away from his neck. She dropped her eyes to the spot she intended to work and he felt her lean in before feeling her mouth--her soft, wet, fuckin', heated mouth touching tenderly, sweetly against the skin of his exposed neck.

The gooseflesh that shimmered across his skin at the feel of her mouth was a surprise.

The pulse of his cock, in response, was not.

While Jake had kissed his way down her neck, Caitlin was not so subtle. She used her teeth as well as her mouth. Scrape, wet glide and nip. Then repeat.

Working her way down slowly, so goddamn slow. Torturously slow.

Jake almost felt relief when her mouth met the juncture of his neck on his shoulder thinking that she would just do a long, slow lick back up to where she had started.

But not his girl.

Fuck, no. She made her play a wiggle of wetness back up, using her sexy tongue to flick, twirl and incite every millimeter of his sensitive skin until he thought he would explode from the feel of it, the feel of her. Mouthing him while rubbing, stroking, moving herself against his hot, drumming hardness. She had even used her fingernails on his t-shirted chest, scraping in slow tight circles to tease his nipples into hard peaks.

Inflaming him. Much like he had her, but with her own take on it.

Caitlin's own special moves.

Jake moved his hands underneath her top and filled them with the fullness of her lace encased breasts. His fingers sought, and found the sensitive peaks, capturing each between a thumb and forefinger to roll as his mouth again found hers.

Caitlin's response was immediate.

He caught her low moan in his mouth as her hips thrusted slowly, sinking down harder against him. He stopped and there was a pause before he felt her soft, warm hands work their way underneath his t-shirt. Sliding, rubbing, moving over the hills and valleys of his stomach, his chest. She palmed his pecs before again using her fingernails to softly, gently rub his nipples while using her tongue to flick, lick and caress every surface of his mouth.

And, just like before, his body reacted. He tried but couldn't help the heavy groan that escaped his throat or the sharp hip thrust, forcing his dick to collide against her. Craving the feel of her even through two sets of jeans.

Who was the fuckin' asshole that thought up this stupid, fuckin' game?

He knew that his idea, the thought to slow this down, had backfired. Royally.

It was time to stop or he would be takin' her right here, right fuckin' here in the cold of the car.

And that is not what he wanted.

Caitlin, his sweet girl, her arms around his shoulders hugging him close, leaned her forehead against his and once again admitted, "I need you so bad I hurt, baby."

And he was hot, hotter than he could ever remember being. And he might have pain, but it'd be worth it. He knew it would be worth it, if he waited.

But, his girl?

He could take care of her, wanted to take care of her needs.

"Turn, Darlin'," he said softly, slowly as his hands guided her legs to drape across the console, bringing her back to the his car door, her feet on the passenger seat, her ass in his lap.

"I'll take care of you, yeah?" Caitlin kept one arm across his shoulders as he moved her, shifted her into position.

"Babe, undo your zipper for me," he whispered, his lips against hers.

He felt her arm release his shoulders and he caught an elbow in his ribs as she tried to maneuver in the narrow space between his body and the steering wheel. The only sound in the car were their heavy pants and the sliding sounds of the metal-on-metal teeth of her jean's zipper as it moved apart.

Jake glanced down at the opening of her jeans. The stretch of skin, her belly exposed between her shirt and the start of her panties, called to him, caused another throb against Caitlin's ass. He slid his palm down, catching the elastic at the waistband, sliding his fingers beneath it.

He felt her move. Her head dropped back against the window as she curled her hips up, reaching towards his slowly descending hand. He could see the cords of her neck as her hips strained, reaching to connect with his fingers. Her hands went to his wrist, gripping it tightly, pulling at it.

"Please," he heard her beg and she pushed his wrists down harder as she ground herself against his hand. "Want…" That was all she whispered. But those words spoke volumes. They hit his brain, his heart and his cock all at the same time.

So he slipped his fingers further down, faster before pausing to cup her mound. His fingers move on, sliding down through the wetness until it reached her core, the creamy, hot center of her and curled in. He slipped a finger into her tight sheathe and his palm pressed hard against her swollen nub as he began to move his hand up and down, forward and back.

"Yes," she hissed beginning to grind herself harder against his hand, pressing in on a counter rhythm to his fingers.

"Mouth, Darlin'," Jake whispered against her exposed neck

Her mouth turned toward his and he seized it, using it wetly as he so wanted to do to the lips under his fingers. He moved up her slick slit to rotate, glide and rub her engorged, swollen clit using her own wetness. She shuddered against him and he moved his fingers back down, sliding back into her core as he used his thumb to continue to rub and stroke. His mouth mimicked the movement of his fingers.

Her hips spasmed, bucking upwards, trying to catch his rhythm.

She ripped her mouth from his as her hands gripped his shoulders, yanking him forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, tucking her face into his neck.

She was so fuckin' tight with only one of his fingers inside her.

"Jake. Oh God. Jake."

Hot.

So unbelievably hot.

Her voice, her wiggling body, the fuckin' heat, the wetness of her beneath his hand. This was for him, because of him.

He felt it then. The pulse of her channel squeezing his fingers as her orgasm began to roll, to thunder through her. Her hips stilled reaching, straining upwards on a low, keening cry. But his fingers continued to move, slowing just enough to keep the sensations going.

Jake was captivated, almost stunned by the beauty of her bliss. She was a vision of carnal pleasure and the sight of her, back arched with hips thrusting, slowing now against his hand that was tucked so deeply into her opened jeans and panties, seared itself into his brain.

Her arms came around him again, burrowing her face in his neck, his hair fluffing with each heavy breath she took. Jake disentangled his hand from her panties and jeans which released the full aroma on her arousal into the confines of his car.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he heard himself murmur, his lips beside her ear. They were not words that he planned to say, nor any that he had ever spoken out loud. But he knew he meant every fuckin' syllable.

He felt Caitlin's breath begin to slow and her arms released her grip on his shoulders but didn't let go completely.

"That help, Darlin'?" There was a smile in his voice that he couldn't stop if he tried, as he questioned her quietly.

She nodded, forehead still pressed against his throat. Caitlin still couldn't speak. He could feel residual echoes of her release still rocking through her, stilling her limbs but with small pulses that involuntarily moved her hips.

Jake felt her come back into herself slowly, like she was just entering the present one muscle at a time. He waited, giving her the space she needed to process what had happened between them.

"Jake?", he heard against his neck, her voice soft, so soft, a whisper.

"Yeah, pretty girl, right here," he whispered in reply, tightening his arms, one around her shoulders and the other around her waist. It was all he could do not to bring his fingers to his mouth in order to gain a taste of her.

"Baby?"

"Still here, gorgeous," he again whispered and he felt his smile get bigger.

"That was, oh my God…Jake?"

"Yeah, Darlin'," Jake was biting his lips trying to keep his laughter inside. He was guessing that his girl had never reached it by a lover's hand before. The thought of that filled his heart almost as full as his cock.

There was a bit of silence before he felt her head leave his shoulder.

Caitlin's eyes, glimmering in the glow of the streetlights shining through the car's fogged windows, finally met his. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever felt in my whole life."

Oh, Christ.

Jake's cock surged at her words, the honesty that was reflected in her eyes, the feel of her in his arms. He was sure now that she had not only had never found it by anyone else's hand, perhaps not even with her own. He bit back a groan.

"But, baby?" He heard through the haze of his body and heart's reactions.