I get through the door just about stupid lock is always playing up, hear Jack call my name from the sitting room as I struggle to get my boots off, stupid weather I'm soaked through and tired I was'nt expecting anyone to be home it's a long weekend shouldn't he be out with friends or something?
I walk through trailing a puddle of rain water with me to find him laying there in nothing but a bathrobe damn him, I feel the blush creeping up my face.
'What Jack?' I ask sounding way more abrupt than I mean to.
"Is it raining?" He asks i'm not sure if he thinks his funny as I stand there soaking wet or if he is genuinely trying to make conversation but either way I am cold and in no mood for dumb games and the look on my faces portrays it as I turn without answering and walk off.
I make it to my room leaving a pile of soggy clothes at the door and pulling on a blouse thats to hand and a pair of leggings wondering what his issue is.
The best part of 2 years we have been living together all he ever talks about is house related business and now his a comedian?!
I go to the kitchen looking for something to eat "Are you ok?" he shouts still in the sitting room.
I stop about to answer I should probably apolagise prehaps explain that it was just a bad day in the office, before catching myself he doesn't care if my colleagues are the most annoying people in the world or the fact my boss is an idiot, I get lost in thoughts of my day for a moment before closing the cupboard door i've no appetite right now.
I walk through to the living room with the intention of apolagising but he doesn't even look around - fine if thats how you want to be keep your attitude!
I wait a second longer before turning and heading back to my room.
Jack is usually pretty nice but today clearly not, I find myself lost in thought again this time of him his just over 6ft I always feel tiny when standing near him, his pretty hot not that I would ever tell him that, I caught him once coming out of the bathroom in not a lot and couldn't help but stare... jeez what is wrong with me?!
I sit down on my bed book in hand but my mind starts back again to thoughts of him on the sofa in just his robe my book disguarded as my fingers gently slip down my stomach passed my top, my trousers disgarded on the floor...
Then the door knocks bringing me around, I pull my clothes straight giving myself a minute to get composed pulling my top down to cover me I open the door slightly Jack is standing there with a plate of toast and a coffee I imediatley become concious of how long he may have been standing there before knocking and just want him to go.
"What?!" I ask again feeling defensive and mentally kicking myself for my attitude
"I brought you these." he replies handing me the plate and cup i manage a "thanks", before closing the door.
I hear him sigh from the other side of the door "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, I open the door again just wanting him to go away hasn't he got better things to be doing?
The conversation quickly descends as I tell him in no uncertain terms I don't have the energy for his games and find him arguing back getting more wound up as it continues, i'm just about to tell him to go away when i catch him staring at my legs the cheek I slam the door on him leaving him standing there, what an idiot I fume but my mind wonders was he really checking me out?
I'm just about to sit down and he walks right in
"What are you doing?!" I ask pointing at the door. "I just wanted to apologise," he says standing in the doorway. "What gives you the right to come into my room?" I ask as I start to push him back out at first he moves back a step but then roots himself to the floor
"Look! You're not the only person to have the occasional bad day, I wanted to do was check on you and make sure you ok! Excuse me for trying to do something nice!". He says.
"Yeah, well, there's no need, I can take care of myself!".
"I was just...!" I he struggles to find his words.
My face is inches away from his now I can feel the heat from his body, smell his aftershave my hands are pressed against his chest ready to push him out again when he leans in and kisses me I am so shocked I slap him my hand catching his cheek, he takes a step back looks at me and turns to leave as I stand there rooted to the spot white noise buzzing in my ears staring at his back wondering what the hell just happened?
He turns around as he reaches the door, his face calm I can almost see a decision being made in his expression his eyes fixed on me as he walks back towards me, I try to take a step backwards but my back is to the wall, I don't want another fight and I can feel my stomach knotting, but this time he grabs my arms I can feel his fingers squeezing me, I struggle against his grip about to protest when he kisses me again his body pushed against mine, my back to the wall, his hands still with a grip on my arms, I struggle at first confused, but my body is responding to him and I want him now I like the feel of his hands on me, his mouth on mine, he stops his grip loosens my mouth stings in the cool of the room from where his lips were moments ago, I look up at him his eyes fixed on me daring me to say something, this time my slap is not half as hard as before but the fire lights in his eyes and an expression sets on his face a determination and hunger that shocks and slightly scares me, his hand this time on my throat squeezing just enough making my pulse race as he kisses me again, my mind racing also.
I feel so small with him pushed against me he is a big guy, I know I could end this if I want though when he steps away I slap him again a smirk on my face he lets go of my throat but pushes me onto the bed standing over me, his eyes running across my body exposed from where I have landed on the bed top bunched ip exposing my underwear what I can only describe as a hunger in his eyes which boths scares and excites me, at first we struggle I push against him try to sit up but his hands are on me and I make no real attempt to move away.
He stands over the bed his frame seemingly engulfing everything around him so my eyes are fixed soley on him as I lay there slightly breathless from the struggle, he pulls me then towards him, grabbing my legs, his hands run along them until he reaches my panties, lingering a moment before pulling them off in one motion, my legs snapping shut hiding the wetness growing between my legs.
He climbs on the bed pulling me closer ignoring my struggles as though they are nothing before bending me over his knees, pinning me down with his arm across my back he raises my blouse exposing me, before his hand comes down striking my ass the sound loud in the room as skin meets skin, my gasp drowned by the next strike making me jolt and squirm on him, his hands squeezing each cheek almost feels soothing making me moan in pleasure, but it only lasts a moment before his hand raises striking me again and again the heat growing with each strike, i feel the skin begining to sting and burn, he doesn't let up each strike making me gasp, legs kick and body tense until I know my behind is glowing red my eyes watering from the sting but the heat growing between my legs. After what seems like an age he lifts his arm that is holding me in place I move from over his legs standing, not saying a word rubbing my now sore behind watching him as he looks me up and down. He stands, walking toward me he stops.
Standing there in front of him his gaze fixed on me, making me look down to hide the blush spreading on my face, I can feel my heart beating hard as he undoes his robe allowing it to fall to the floor the belt still in hand.
He takes my left wrist as I offer my right and begins tying the belt of his robe around them, wrapping it around tightly twice, before pulling on the end making me wince as the material cuts slightly into my skin. His fingers tracing gently up my arm before pointing at the head of the bed, I slip my tied hands over the post arms stretched upwards i lay there on my back watching his eyes travel my body a hunger and fire in them that is as frightening as it it is a turn on to see, knowing that now whatever happens I will have little control over and my body is his to do as he pleases.
His hands on my legs he pulls me towards him, my arms still hooked on the post, pulling my legs apart and kneeling between them so I cannot close them I know hecan see my wetness betraying me showing him how much I am wanting more, he pulls my blouse open as it falls limply at my sides revealing my bra, his eyes travel down my body again lingering a moment between my legs before traveling back up fixing onto my own eyes, instinctivley I want to cover myself I feel so exposed but I have no way of moving and feel the heat again spreading up across my face bit his gaze does not break. Instead his hand comes down firmly on my hip holding me down, as I look back at him I feel his fingers run along my wetness rubbing, teasing making my body tense and pull against the tie, a whimper lost in my throat as they move up to my clit his eyes still fixed on my face, the first touch feels like a bolt of electric running through me making me gasp out loud and squirm under his other hand which holds me in place, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continues small, gentle, teasing movments making me whimper in pleasure my eyes closing chest rising and falling exposed from my torn blouse, biting down on my lip.
His lips on my stomach now both hands holding me down as his mouth travels on a journey down my body around to my hips to my still spread legs kissing each thigh so close I am sure he can feel the heat from me, making me struggle against him a moan escaping my lips again as his tongue touches me tasting me, his mouth on me circling my now throbbing button, teasing me, mking me gasp, before moving downwards, holding there before tasting me making me squirm under him, his grip tightening as his tongue explores me.
His hands moving down to my legs holding them in place head not moving as he pushes in to me, my body writhing under his grip and the tie on my wrists his mouth teases and explores the space between my legs, bringing me close to the edge before stopping just long enough to bring me back down then starting again, the only sounds in the room are my moans of pleasure and frustration, they sound so loud, and seem to only encourage him more, like he is enjoying teasing me...
My body tensing again under him so close to the edge once again this time though he does not slow his mouth continues to work me hands so strong still holding me down, tongue moving back up circling my clit making me writhe under him I want to beg him not to stop I need this now but all that escapes my lips is a series of moans and gasps my back arching off the bed seems to spur him on more as I feel myself pushing over the edge loosing control what feels like a million small jolts.of electric running across my skin, my body tensing all over as his tounge runs across me, the feeling of butterflys working its way through me, my hands desprate to be freed tugging on the rope that cuts into my wrist, nothing but deep moans escaping my lips with incoherant words the whote noise loud in my ears he speeds up his mouth working hard and almost frantically my eyes close as I finally loose control tipping over the edge, I feel some of my juices escaping running down me but his mouth is there and shows no sign of stopping or slowing but continues through my orgasam a small mmm of satisfaction escaping his mouth, not allowing me time to come down just building off of it bringing me straight back up my legs trembling as he starts again.
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