Chapter 8
Overwhelmed with her sexy, active evening, Jessica overslept. The next morning she rushed around, fervently hoping John hadn't come into the office and noticed she was so late.
His car wasn't in the parking lot when she arrived, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was surprised, though to find the doors still locked. Evidently, she wasn't the only late arrival.
Once inside, she saw a note on her desk. It was from Nick, brief and hurriedly written: "Benson called. Told Prescott to forget, is listing with us! Got an appointment, be back later and we'll celebrate. . . Nick."
Jessica grinned and sat down, re-reading the note. If only Nick knew the real reason for the turn-about. . . Jerry's lusty infatuation with her!
Thinking of Jerry brought fresh memories of the fuck the night before. She savored her memory of the feel and taste of Jerry's body, and the way he'd made her come again and again.
Though he lived in a sophisticated setting, surrounded by all the exquisite things money could buy, he remained essentially down-to-earth. It was that openness and self-honesty that made him so appealing for her, she decided.
Then she gave a wicked chuckle and thought, of course, that huge prick of his was even more appealing. Jessica hoped she'd have the chance to sample his cock again, and again.
The next couple of hours passed slowly. The phones were quiet, and although John called in, he told her he wouldn't be back at the office until late. Even the bookkeeper, Bob, was gone, taking a day of vacation time.
She was beginning to grow restless when Nick finally returned.
Her eyes danced as he strode through the door, giving her a triumphant grin.
"I'm hot today, honey," he grinned.
"Mmmmmm, sounds promising," she said impishly.
His gaze was sexy. "Well, now that you mention it," he murmured. Then he laughed and pulled some papers from his attaché case, waving them at her. "You see before you, my dear," he began, "the result of a great-no, make that exceptional morning's work."
She laughed at his exuberance. His happy mood was catching. "Sounds like you're on a roll."
"You'd better believe it, Jessie." He slapped one set of papers down on her desk. "First, the contract on Jerry's listing. Man, I don't know what happened to change the guy's mind, but I'm sure glad something did. Not only do we now have one great property to sell, but it also gets John off my case."
Jessica smiled to herself. If only he knew just what the reason was.
Nick slapped another set of papers on her desk. "And, all those hours showing places to Ramsey paid off, he bought that last place I showed him."
"You're sure going to get an impressive commission on that one," she said.
Nick rubbed his hands gleefully. "Oh, baby, I sure am." Turning, he reached for the bag he'd carried in and brought out a couple bottles of white wine."
"Mmmmm, lunch," she asked. Nick held one of the bottles aloft, declaring,
"The lunch of champions!"
"I think the saying is breakfast of champions," she giggled. "And I don't think it refers to wine."
"It's too late for breakfast," he quipped. "And I say it refers to wine, so that's all that counts."
Deftly he uncorked a bottle and poured for both of them.
Nick and Jessica clinked their glasses and drank. The bottle steadily emptied as they talked and laughed together. When he opened the second bottle of wine, he suggested they move back to the conference room. They'd be able to hear if a client walked in, yet wouldn't confront a walk-in with the evidence of their impromptu party.
Jessica listened to his spiel and agreed, smiling. She knew, or at least hoped, that it was the only reason for moving back there. After her unusual interview with Joel and John, she knew just how cozy the conference room was for a nice fuck.
Remembering, too, how intimate Nick had begun to get on yesterday's drive to Jerry's house, she felt a tingle of lusty anticipation.
Back in the conference room, Jessica perched on the edge of the wide, gleaming wood table. Her brief skirt rode high, exposing a tempting expanse of shapely thigh. She caught Nick's quick look.
"Guess, my...my efforts yesterday didn't count for that much after all," she said slyly.
"What you really mean is my interruption of your efforts. I sure figured that one wrong. But it all worked out in the end."
Jessica chuckled softly, remembering how wonderfully Jerry had fucked her in the end! Her ass still tingled.
"I felt sorry for you, you know," Nick commented, handing her a fresh glass of wine. "Sorry for me? Why?"
He gave her a long lusty look. "Well, you were warm and wet on the drive over there. Then, when I busted in on you and Jerry, I wanted him to be left high and dry, but I sure hated to see you left that way."
She smiled slightly. She had taken that matter in hand, so to speak, but she wasn't about to let Nick know that. "I was really aching by the time I got home last night," she said.
Nick moved in close, his gaze lingering on the exciting sight of her thighs. He rested his hand on her leg in much the same way he had done the day before.
"Mmmmm, that feels familiar," Jessica grinned. "Only this time, I don't intend to stop with just this," Nick told her, his voice low and hoarse. "Is that a promise, or a threat?"
His fingers tightened, moving higher up her thigh. "That's a promise."
She scooted her hips back more firmly on the edge of the table, letting her long legs hang open slightly. Nick moved in to stand between her parted thighs.
She looked up at him, an invitation in her eyes that was unmistakable. "This is turning into some kind of celebration," she sighed.
Nick took her wine glass and sat it aside. Surely and swiftly, his hands moved to her blouse. In seconds, the buttons were opened, and he pushed the silky material down over her arms.
"Nice...very nice," he murmured, eyeing the twin mounds of tit flesh, encased in her lacy bra.
She wriggled happily, making her heavy tits jiggle in a tempting way.
Nick laughed, indicating the front hook closing of her bra. "Oh, how convenient!" He unhooked it, and her big tits slipped from the lacy cups, swaying slightly.
Nick covered her quivering tit mounds with his hands, savoring the warmth of her supple flesh. He squeezed her jugs softly yet firmly, and Jessica moaned. Her head fell back, and she arched up against his firm, fondling hands.
"Damn, that feels good," she sighed. "I love having my tits played with like that."
"You've got great titties, Jessie. And I'll bet they taste as good as they look."
"Try sucking me and see."
Nick lowered his mouth to the cherry-red tip of one of her tits and sucked her stiff little nipple into his mouth. It tasted sweet and warm.
Under the rasping attention of his tongue, her stubby tit peak grew fully hard and full, puckering and lengthening inside his mouth.
"Yes, Nick...oh, yes...that's the way I like it," Jessica panted.
He gently nipped at her stiff tit bud, and she cried out. He nipped at her tit again and again, bringing her to a higher level of arousal. Then he moved his mouth to the deep valley between her jugs, licking the warm crevice there. He could feel her tremble as her passion accelerated.
"God, I love that," she whimpered. "Keep licking and sucking my tits, Nick."
Moving to her other tit, Nick licked one and nipped at her nipple, bringing it to full, pulsating erection. Then, opening his mouth, he took in as much of her flesh as he could. He used his lips to gently massage her swollen tit mound, feeling the stiff tip of her nipple pressing in his mouth.
"Ooohhh, baby," she crooned. "Suck it all the way in."
He could feel her hips nudging his legs as her skirt rode up even farther, exposing the tiny nylon panties covering her pussy. Nick could almost feel the heat radiating from her horny cunt, and he breathed in the sweet-sour scent of her pussy cream wafting up to him.
He continued to move from one tit to the other, licking and sucking and gently biting until she was nearly exploding with desire.
"I'm ready, Nick," she wailed. "Fuck me."
His hand pushed aside the thin strip of nylon between her legs. Then he sank two strong fingers into the honey-pot of her cunt. She jerked against his hand, thrust her mound at him, and moaned.
"Oh, God, fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me now, Nick...give me your cock."
Jessica held onto him as if clinging to a life preserver. She felt as if she were drowning in a sea of lust. Happily, she wallowed in the tide of her desire, a flaming mass of flesh yearning for the savage thrust of his cock.
As Nick's fingers stroked in and out of her pussy, he grazed the throbbing stub of her clit, and she moaned hoarsely. Her tiny clit button was engorged and erect, a thick stub of sensitive flesh.
Her hands reached for the huge bulge of Nick's cock as if drawn by a magnet. She groaned her frustration at the time spent in unzipping, in pushing aside unwanted clothing. At last, her hand closed around his hot naked cock tube. She thrilled to the way he filled her hand with his hot meat.
"Mmmmm, this is what I really need," Jessica gasped. "I want this big dick of yours in me."
He was every bit as ready as she was, and his hands moved under the taut cheeks of her ass. Lifting her hips slightly from the table top, he eased her tiny panties down. The scrap of nylon slid down her shapely legs, dropped to the floor.
Jessica, reluctant to release her hold on his jutting prick, guided him to the creamy crevice of her cunt. At the touch of his cockhead to her swollen pussy lips, she cried out.
"I want it balling me. I want it all."
"You're going to get it all," Nick grunted. "Every cunt-fucking inch of my cock."
"Yes...oh yes, Nick."
Jessica's pussy sucked at his probing prick, the wet petals of her cunt flowering open in acceptance of his driving shaft of meat.
"Fuck my dick, honey," Nick growled. "Feel the way I'm filling every bit of your sexy pussy."
He slid the long thick shaft of his prick deeper and deeper into her young pussy. Her cunt muscles sucked at his dick, drawing him in even more. Her hips banged against the shiny wood surface of the conference room table as he fucked into her to the limit.
Jessica slumped down on her back against the table top. Lifting her legs, she locked her ankles around Nick's pumping waist. Her eyes glazed with passion, and she rubbed and massaged her tits as he began to ball her in short hard strokes.
Pinching and rolling her nipples, Jessica increased her own pleasure, enjoying the darting electricity of lust radiating from her tits and pussy.
"Ball me, baby," she panted. "Fuck me really hard with your big cock."
"Damn, your cunt feels fantastic wrapped around my dick," Nick groaned. "Jesus, the way you're squeezing my cock...so shittin' nice."
"A great way to celebrate," Jessica mumbled. The raw physical sensation of having her aching pussy so totally fucked thrilled her beyond belief. The wild young realtor had a great prick, and he certainly knew just what to do with it.
She brought his hands to the slippery warm slopes of her boobs. Nick tweaked and pulled at the rubbery stubs of her nipples, making the rosy nubbins tingle crazily. They pulsed with a life of their own...a surging tide of arousal. Her body, from tits to cunt, was one pure mass of pleasure.
"You sweet fuckin' cunt," Nick muttered thickly.
His bulging cock sliced cleanly into the wet slit of her pussy. Each lunging thrust sent his cock balls-deep, totally imbedded in her clutching fuck-hole. Again and again, he fucked into her, his tempo increasing by the second.
"Oh, Christ...you're fucking me so good," she moaned. Her hips lifted, and she pushed against him, begging for more.
"Fuck me harder, Nick...fuck me harder."
Frantic in her growing need, Jessica pulled at the cheeks of his ass, as if trying to force the whole of his body into the aching void of her seething cunt.
Her slim, strong fingers gripped him harshly as he fucked into her. Whimpering, mewling sounds burst from her throat.
"So good...so good," she moaned.
"The best, baby. . . I've got it," Nick boasted, his voice husky.
Lightly, Jessica fingered the warm crack of his ass. Quickly, her finger found the tight pucker of his asshole, and she rimmed the small opening with a fingertip. Feeling his butt clench spasmodically in pleasure, she probed and pushed until her finger popped into the tight channel of his shitter.
"Jesus, baby!" Nick croaked.
Keeping time with his ripping cock thrusts, she pumped her finger in and out of his humping ass. As he fucked her, she returned the excitement with finger-fucking his brownie.
"I feel it earning," she yelped suddenly. "Oh, Nick, it's so fucking close."
"Fuck me back," he growled.
She hunched against his fuck thrusts, and felt the huge hot cock sink into her pussy even deeper. Every forceful stroke of his prick caused a delightful friction against her swollen clit, and she felt ready to explode.
"Oh, I love it...the way you shove that monster dick of yours so deep in my cunt."
She squealed, her voice high and shrill, as she moved her hips up and down and around, trying to increase the incredibly erotic sensations. Her slim finger rapidly fucked in and out of his flexing asshole as they raced to the brink of rapture in frenzied fucking.
They were panting and moaning steadily when the orgasmic flood hit, washing over both of them with its fiery heat. Their muscles contracted, spasmed, fluttered.
Nick's prick shot a steady stream into her churning, twitching pussy.
"Good God," he roared.
As their passion eased, Jessica's eyes reflected a satisfied gleam. "I hope we get to celebrate all new deals like this."
After they got dressed, they finished the wine in an atmosphere of satisfied lust. Then they cleared away the signs of their party, and went back to the front office.
Nick gave her a long, lingering kiss, thrusting his warm tongue deeply into the moist warmth of her mouth, before heading out again.
Although Jessica gloried in the warm contentment of being freshly, thoroughly fucked, she felt the return of a niggling unease. She jumped each time the phone rang.
She just couldn't believe Prescott wouldn't call. He had to know Jerry Benson had returned to list with Graham Real Estate.
She just couldn't believe Roy Prescott would let this whole deal drop without a fuss. , Jessica couldn't know then how accurately she'd read the man's character.