Chapter Six - I Have Lost My Damn Mind (Part two)

Rose

Jay slips two fingers inside of me, and my entire body jerks because I wasn’t expecting it. He uses a stroking motion, curling his fingers. I start to rock my hips desperately, fucking his fingers like my life depends on it. An unfamiliar feeling is already brimming in my stomach and my vagina.

“Aren’t you just eager for me to make you come, naughty girl?” he mumbles against me and chuckles, the vibration causes shudders to shoot through me.

“I need it so badly.”

My words come out in a mewl between my heavy pants. Jay withdraws his fingers from my wet heat. No! He needs to stop doing this to me! It is cruel! I probably shouldn’t be enjoying a practical stranger’s tongue on my most intimate area so much, but the man has a talent which I don’t want to be denied. When did I become so pathetic and desperate? I have gone four years without sex or anything close to it, and now here I am, in a short period of time after arriving at the club I’m pleading for someone to make me come.

An emptiness overtakes me with his fingers no longer inside me, but it soon vanishes when he pushes his tongue inside and starts to swirl and flick. Jay slips his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly from the sofa. I wrap my legs around his neck, hoping the poor man can still breathe as I greedily beg for more without using my words.

He groans against me again and squeezes my ass cheeks in his big hands.

“Oh God, yes. Jay!” I squeal, hoping his office is soundproof so the entire club doesn’t hear me.

He seems to work his tongue quicker, lapping me up like it is his last meal. My legs tremble, and I am ready to explode, but before I have a chance, there is a loud knock on his office door. He either doesn’t hear it or ignores it because he continues what he is doing. Another knock comes even louder this time.

Jay pulls away from me, the frustration clear on his face. “I will be right back.”

I can only nod, unable to gather my words together as my body is aches for release. I don’t move.

Jay opens the door. “What the fuck do you want? I told you not to disturb me,” he snaps.

“I know. I am sorry, but we have an issue,” the voice on the other side says.

“What sort of fucking issue?”

Oh, Jay is angry! I can’t hear what is being said after that. All I can hear are hushed voices. I sigh and sit up. He is obviously needed somewhere, so I should probably leave. I will need to do something about the ache I feel, but I don’t know if I can. I have never touched myself in such a way before.

I stand, and my legs nearly cave from under me, but I hold onto the arm of the sofa to steady myself. I glance around for my panties but soon remember Jay has them in his back pocket. I hear Jay close the door.

“Where the fuck do you think you are going, pretty eyes?” he asks, approaching me.

“You are needed. I should leave and let you get back to work. Um, can I please have my panties back? It is a little chilly outside to go commando,” I whisper shyly, my cheeks heating in embarrassment.

“No, you aren’t going anywhere until I finish what I started. As for your panties, you aren’t getting them back. They now belong to me.” Jay has a sly look on his face.

“I don’t want to keep you from your work, Jay. What do you mean I am not getting them back? You can’t keep them. They’re mine,” I huff.

He steps in front of me and grabs my face in his hand. “No, they are mine now. Sit back down, open your legs and let me finish my work on that sweet pussy of yours.”

I go to protest, but he gives me a firm look. I whimper, take a few steps back and eagerly do what he asks. I sit on the sofa, and he drops to his knees in front of me.

“Spread them for me, angel.” He smirks.

I nod and open my legs once again. He pulls me closer to the edge of the sofa. He doesn’t hesitate to get straight back to work. And within seconds, his tongue is on me again. He rubs my clit with his fingers as his tongue darts in and out of me like a damn pro.

The same way they did earlier, my legs begin to quiver. A tightness rises in my stomach, and before I know what is happening, what I assume is my orgasm rockets through me, and I spill all over his tongue and fingers, squirming and calling out his name. I grip the sofa as my head falls back. I have never felt anything like what my body is doing right now.

I expect him to stop when I seem to come to an end, but he doesn’t. Jay puts his lips on my clit, kissing, sucking, licking and biting it, and I am hit with a second wind only seconds later, but something feels different from the first time. I soon realise why. Remi has told me about this. I am squirting all over his face, but he doesn’t seem fazed. Instead, he cleans me up, taking everything I give to him as he eases me through my second high.

I am secretly praying he will stop because if he goes in again, there is a high chance I will pass out since my body isn’t used to pleasure. My body is weak. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I struggle to get air into my lungs. I am a hot mess.

Jay pulls away, and I manage to use the little energy I have left to look at him. He has a proud look on his face, his skin gleams from the mess I just made of him. He licks his lips.

“I am sorry for, um, making a mess of your face.” I pant. I can’t bring myself around to use the word squirt.

“Don’t ever apologize for that. I really don’t mind having your pussy juices on my face.” He wipes his face with his thumb before he pops it into his mouth, groaning, “Fuck, you taste so damn sweet.”

I whimper pathetically. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing. I don’t know how I am going to manage to walk out of this club with how weak my legs are. I have a feeling I will stumble out like I’m drunk. I know Jay has things to do, and I will leave him to it, but I need to calm down first.