Page 28 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2

If you’d have asked me in the last couple months, I would have said hell yeah, but now that I know her, that answer is a solid no.

I would rather have gone back to my place. It may not be the best to look at, the lowest of the low end, but at least it feels like home. This place… this place feels like it’s straight out of a magazine, too pristine to walk about barefoot, let alone drop a crumb on the floor.

J’s place is no different, but I’m used to it. By the way Jensen dresses and the car he drives, you’d expect something as extravagant. Connecting this mansion with Charley just feels wrong.

“Sorry, I’m ogling the wrong goodies.”

Her shirt is already off, her silky tan skin flush, the freckles on her nose popping. Blood rushes straight to my dick as it stands alert. The way her bra pushes her tits up is delicious. It almost seems to be too small for her because they are spilling over the edges of the cups. I want them in my hands.

I take a few steps forward and she takes a couple back.So this is how it’s going to be.

She’s going to make me work for it.

My movements this time are quicker, my long stride eating up the distance between us. While tall herself, she doesn’t match my pace, but she still hits the platform at the bottom of the stairs and bolts up them two at a time with precision.

“I’m gonna get you, Outlaw.”

“Looking forward to it.”

She shrieks when I reach the top of the stairs, right on her heels. Her left is immediate, then she darts into a doorway on the right, but before she can shut the door, my arms band around her waist. “Shit,” she stomps, “I was going to lock you out and make you beg for it.”

I whip her around in my arms and slide down her body. I’ll beg her for it, no problem.

Gentle hands come to rest on the sides of my face as she cups my cheeks, breathing heavy from the thrill of the chase. Excitement beams in her gemstone hazel eyes as she peers down at me, trying to figure out why I’m on the floor. Her smile is radiant, so sexy that my cock is aching and pushing against my tattered jeans.

“Please,” I clap my hands together in front of me, “may I have some of this pussy? It’s been so long and I’m starved,” I joke. Laughter bursts from her parted lips, causing her frame to shake, her sexy toned abs flexing and contracting.

“I see why they call you the Jester. You’ve got jokes.”

“Only a few and only for you.” I cup her tight ass cheeks and bring her in closer to me so her pussy is directly in front of my face. Unbuttoning her jeans, I inch them down to reveal damp lavender cotton panties. The scent of her arousal has me hungry for her. She must have been thinking about me all the way home like I was her. Every image, though, was me with my cock inside her on my bike. That is something we are going to have to try now that she’s put the idea in my mind. Nothing sexier than her on my bike.

She drops her head back and gives me a moan when I place my mouth against her and breathe hot air as I knead her ass. She digs her fingers into my hair and scratches her nails lightly on my scalp, which sends more blood downstairs.

Hooking my thumbs in her belt loops, I shimmy her pants down her slender legs so she can kick them off. Her panties go next, then I can’t help but admire the strip of perfectly shaped hair running down her center.

“Outlaw, fuck,” I whisper as I stand and direct her back toward the gigantic bed erected in the middle of the room.

The decor in here is simple, like I’d imagined her room to be. The walls are mostly bare, with a few hockey posters and an Ovechkin jersey framed in a shadow box. It’s clean but somewhat lived in with a few errant pieces of clothing here and there. More lived in than the rest of the house, which sets me at ease. The carpet, I have to admit, is so plush it feels like I’m walking on the bed.

“You like my handiwork? I did it for you.”

My tongue sneaks out at the thought of her having me in mind while she trimmed and wets my lips. “For me? It’s sexy as hell.”

I push her gently down on the bed and bring her heels up to greet the edges so she is open for me to see as I undress. She watches me hungrily, her eyes growing brighter as each piece of clothing falls to the floor. The hunger in her eyes catches me off guard. How can someone feel this way about me? I don’t get it. There is complete adoration staring back at me.

When I look up from slipping my boot off, she’s fingering her clit, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her fingers swirl through her slick, wet pussy and disappear inside. I hiss a breath at how fucking hot she is, touching herself like that.

“Does that feel good, Outlaw? Your fingers in your own pussy?” I ask, my voice husky, strained with need for her.

“Your long fingers would certainly be better.” Wasting no more of her precious time since she is so determined my fingers will be better, I run my rough hands down her thighs and spread her lips with my thumbs. I plunge two fingers into her heat. A gasp falls from her beautiful mouth as she tightens around them. She rocks her hips to the rhythm I’ve set, and I reach up to cup her tit.

“Take your bra off,” I order and she moves to do it but cries out, getting stuck when I curl my fingers up and apply a little pressure. Eventually, not without a struggle, she gets her bra off.

“Rude,” she murmurs, but her hooded, dreamy eyes glitter as she toys with her clit. I bend over her, driving my fingers deeper inside of her and take her hardened little nipple into my mouth. Her cries become louder and louder, so fucking sexy as she clenches around my fingers. A shudder takes over her body as she comes, crying out my name. I move my fingers faster, spreading, working her through her climax, desire coating my hand and making my cock yearn for her.

When she’s settled and her eyes are open again, I pull my fingers from her and spread the slickness over a nipple. She shivers beneath me as I take it into my mouth and suck it clean, then leave her with a wet pop. I repeat the process with the other nipple, enjoying her sweet taste way too much. Snaring my wrist, she brings my fingers to her mouth and sucks them in like they’re a lollipop she can’t get enough of.

I watch, my breath hitching in my throat as her tongue covers every bit of them. “Christ, Outlaw. Do you like the way you taste?”

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