Venus rising boxset, p.12
Venus Rising Boxset, page 12
“Very good,” Mr. Fire said as he broke off the kiss. Reaching behind her, he undid her bra strap with one flick of his fingers, and she grinned happily up at him in anticipation. She was practically panting with need for him to go faster. “Now take off my pants but slowly. Make me suffer.”
Instead of immediately following his direction, Jessica kissed his chest, her lips and tongue massaging the flesh, teeth giving him small nips and making him shudder as she pressed her hand against his groin, moving it up and down. His hips moved, and when she glanced up at him, she could see his eyes watching her with avid hunger. The power she felt, the power he had handed over to her made her even hornier. Suddenly, she realized what a rush it must be for the instructors, for him, to touch her and have her respond with lust and need. Now, she was doing it to him, getting some of her own back, using her lessons to seduce him with her body. And she wanted to—wanted to stand out to him among the students. If she could make him fantasize about her while he was instructing other females, that would be even better.
Closing her mouth around his nipple, she sucked hard as her fingers curved around the bulge—as much as she was able to through the fabric of his pants. Mr. Fire gasped and thrust his hips forward, a low growl issuing from his throat. She reveled in the noise. Biting gently, remembering her BDSM session with Mr. Flood yesterday, she pulled Mr. Fire's nipple with her teeth, letting it go as he gasped, and his back arched. This was so incredibly erotic. Mr. Fire's hips moved, rubbing his erection against her hand. It was fun to play with him, although she knew he was still in ultimate control. Somehow, she got the feeling, Mr. Flood would never hand over quite this much control to her. Mr. Fire was slightly less dominating, and she found herself enjoying that side of him too.
They were like two sides of a coin, balancing each other out, turning her on equally with their differences.
Slowly, she sank down in front of him, kissing his stomach, still pressing her hand against the hot bulge of leather at the front of his pants. His eyes were like his name—fiery hot and ready to burn right through her.
“Keep going.” His voice was hoarse, demanding.
She ignored it and licked along the top of his pants as she settled onto her knees. He moaned. She rubbed and let her other hand reach around to touch the back of his knee, sliding it up his thigh to the underside of his butt. As she lowered her other hand on the bulge, she looked up at him deliberately as she put her mouth over the leather and bit down. The fabric was thick enough, her teeth didn't hurt him, but the pressure over his cock caused his knees to tremble. He steadied himself with his hands on her head.
“Goddamn,” his voice was tight. “Who taught you how to do that?!”
Jessica didn't answer; the truth was, no one had taught her. Being with him, being at this school was just bringing all sorts of erotic impulses she'd never known she had. In some ways, she was going by sheer instinct. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, rolling them down his hips, freeing the rampant erection. Helping him step out of the pants, she rubbed her cheek along the length of his cock and enjoyed listening to him moan again. No wonder he and Mr. Flood took their time with her, extending the foreplay. Hearing, seeing, and feeling his responses to her touch, to her play was the hottest aphrodisiac she'd ever had.
Mr. Fire grinned down at her. “Take off your skirt. There's a reason I gave control over to you for foreplay, and you're going to keep it now. You're on top today.”
A tight wave of lust clenched down Jessica's insides. She always liked being on top, but the idea of riding Mr. Fire, of looking down and watching him watch her bounce on top of his body was going to be intensely hot. As he laid down on the bed, she quickly pulled off her skirt and knelt, throwing one of her legs over his body to straddle him.
His hands caught her hips before she could lower herself onto him.
“Uh-uh, anticipation, remember? Now that you're on top, it's even more important you keep control over yourself and draw this out. What can you do to make me even hotter now that you can't bite me through my leather and we're lying down?”
The smirk on his face annoyed her.
“I can do plenty,” she told him in a low voice, leaning forward, so her breasts swayed over him seductively. His eyes followed the movement of her breasts, his hands traveling up her body to cup them, hold them, and squeeze them. Jessica moaned and arched her back, keeping her hips well above where he had stopped her descent in the first place. His body started thrusting beneath her, hitting nothing but air. In fact, she leaned farther forward and away from his questing hard-on, so her nipple was conveniently placed over his mouth.
Opening his lips, he drew her breast toward him, sucking the rosy tip deep into his mouth. She could feel his tongue lashing it as he sucked it deep, and it was her turn to moan. God, her body was so ready... but he wanted her to tease him. Pulling back, she popped her nipple out of his mouth and lowered her own lips to his body. This time, she sucked on his nipple, the one she hadn't tended to while they were standing. Groaning his appreciation, his hands roamed over all the parts of her he could reach—her hips, her stomach, her back, her breasts—he dug his fingers in, squeezing hard as she teased him with her mouth and hands.
Sliding her body lower, she let her upper body descend, so his cock was wedged between her breasts. Looking up at him, she smiled sweetly before moving her upper body as she would her hips, her arms tight against her sides, squeezing her breasts together to create a small tunnel his dick traveled through. She'd seen something like this in a porn once and had no idea if she was doing it right, but Mr. Fire groaned his encouragement, his hands tangling in her hair as he reached for her. Obviously, at the very least, this was a tease. Pressing her arms even tighter, squeezing him between her breasts, she lowered her face and licked the tip of his dick as it thrust between her breasts.
“Yeeeesssss....” hissed Mr. Fire as her tongue swiped across the top of his cock, over and over with each thrust. “Fuck, Jessica... that's fucking perfect.”
His words, his arousal had her so hot. Crawling back up his body, she kept pressed firmly against him until she was lying on top of him, spread out, his hard dick trapped between their bodies and attacked his mouth with a desperate kiss, sucking his tongue between her lips. His hands groped her, down her back, down to her ass, pressing his fingers into her soft butt cheeks as he pushed his hips up at her.
She couldn't wait any longer. She needed him inside of her—now.
Shifting on top of him, she raised her lower body to her knees, sliding her hips forward, rubbing her wet slit along the length of his cock, covering him with her juices as his shaft slid back and forth between her lips. They moaned in unison. Even though he wasn't inside of her, it felt fantastic. After a few minutes of rubbing against each other, his cock was as wet as her pussy, a sexual slip and slide between her legs. Pulling forward, she circled her hips around until the head of his cock was against her hungry hole, then pressed down.
As the head of his cock nudged inside of her, she gasped and threw her head back. She was always so much tighter when she was on top, it was usually hard to get a dick inside of her, but she was so wet, the tip slipped in without a problem, stretching her. Making minute movements with her hips, she slid the head of his cock in and out of her hole several times until Mr. Fire groaned and brought his hands up to her breasts, squeezing hard with an almost punishing force. In response, she pushed down, so he filled her a few more inches, her slick wetness making the penetration incredibly easy. God, he was so big inside of her, even with only a few inches stretching her open. His hands moved on her breasts, just as harshly as he'd squeezed, but she welcomed the sweet pain—a heady rush through her body that mingled with the wonderful sensation of being stretched open and filled.
Very slowly, she let herself sink down on top of him, working up and down, so he entered her a little more each time. As she sank lower and lower on his dick, he started thrusting up to meet her, and she had to pull away. She watched him, eyes glittering as he moaned and growled at her, the frustration on his face so incredibly hot as he tried to slam himself fully inside of her, and she moved her body away. Finally, he grabbed her by the hips and forced her down as he thrust upward, both of them crying out with passion as he filled her, burying himself to the hilt.
“God, yes,” she moaned, grinding down on top of him, luxuriating in the sensation of being filled by his dick. It was so big, it felt like it was throbbing inside of her. She purposefully squeezed her muscles, then gasped as she felt it bounce and move in response.
“Ride me, beautiful, ride me,” murmured Mr. Fire, his hands still on her hips, encouraging her to move.
Jessica began to bounce, leaning forward with her hands on either side of his head and moved her hips, making him slide in and out of her, slow but hard. She dragged her body off him, then let herself fall back down, feeling every slick inch of him as he penetrated her deepest parts. Mr. Fire looked down between their bodies, and she knew he was watching his dick sink into her pink wetness with every thrust, watching it split her open and stuff her with his meat.
One of his hands moved up to play with her breast while the other went behind her to caress her ass, fingers gripping the firm cheek as she rode him. He was filling her, touching her, playing with her. The best thing about this school was the main thing they taught was pure enjoyment in sex. Sure, there was technique and craft involved, but mostly, it was about taking the time to have a purely sensual experience, not just a quick orgasm. Even if she didn't cum from this, it would be some of the most fantastic sex she'd ever had. That she had no doubt she was going to have an amazing orgasm was just the cherry on the fabulous ice cream sundae.
“Lean back,” Mr. Fire instructed, his voice controlled and deep.
She could tell her movements were getting to him. His hand pushed against her breast, pressing her upward, and she continued the motion after he couldn't reach that far until she was sitting up straight on top of him, her knees flexing with every bounce, her thighs spread over his body.
“God, you're beautiful. Play with yourself. Let me watch you.”
His words were like fire across her already sizzling nerves. The compliment, the desire to see her. No guy she'd ever dated or had a relationship with had made her feel this good. This hot. Mr. Fire looked at her like she was a sex goddess, and as she rode him, she truly felt like one.
Lifting one of his hands off her hip, she brought it to her mouth, sucking two of his fingers between her lips. He moaned as he watched her sucking on his digits, her tongue sliding across the sensitive underside of his fingers. As she sucked, she cupped her bouncing breasts, squeezing and kneading them as her back arched and let her teeth drag across the tips of his fingers. Beneath her, his bucking became stronger, wilder, and he shoved his fingers deeper into her mouth. Jessica responded by sucking harder on them. Pinching her nipples, she rolled them between her fingers and made small sounds at the back of her throat as his fingers moved in and out of her mouth, mimicking the sex act occurring below.
Inside of her, she could feel him swelling, elongating and knew he was close to cumming. She moved faster, harder, leaning forward a little, so his cock was pressing against her in just the right place every time they thrust together. His hand moved from her hip to the lower part of her stomach, his thumb pressing down over her clit. She opened her mouth, and his fingers fell out as she cried out with pleasure, her insides burning, the pressure against her clit the final piece of the puzzle. As she moved on top of him, grinding down on his cock as it bounced around inside of her, her hands left her breasts and landed on his body, holding her upright as she jerked and spasmed above him. Mr. Fire bellowed, and his cock thrust up hard, setting her off on another spiral of pleasure as he burst inside of her, his cock pulsing against her throbbing walls, his hands holding up her slumping body as his hips jerked.
Jessica whimpered as he spurted inside of her, her orgasm washing over her in waves of ecstasy, the feeling of him cumming so deeply inside of her out of this world. Her insides quivered, milking every last drop of cum her body could suck out of him.
“Oh God...” she moaned when the fantastic pleasure finally released her, slumping on top of him. Mr. Fire cradled her against his chest, kissing her hair as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
She could feel him softening inside of her, but she didn't get up until he finally fell out on his own.
Chapter 9
Even with only fifteen minutes between classes, Justin and Chris were able to meet up so Chris could give his buddy a play-by-play of Jessica's Basic Intercourse class. Just listening to his friend talk about her sexual prowess had Justin ready to burst inside his pants.
“She was absolutely incredible. I'm telling you, it's not just what she came in knowing or what she's been learning, she's just really into it. I let her lie on top of me at the end, and she stayed there until I wasn't inside of her anymore.”
Justin flinched.
“That's great, man.”
It was... it was... but he was also jealous of his best buddy. It sounded like there was a lot of chemistry between Chris and Jessica, and that was great, except Justin felt he had a lot of chemistry with her as well. In some ways, he knew they had both been hoping coming back and teaching at the school would help one of them find someone else, make both or one of them realize Jessica just wasn't the girl for them, that she wasn’t into BDSM, or find out there was a lack of connection, but instead, both of them were just falling harder and harder for her. It wasn't enough she was beautiful, sweet, and shy at work or that they knew she was a wonderfully giving person through their co-workers, but now, they were being exposed to the sensual side she’d apparently been hiding behind her shyness and her more outgoing friends. They both still wanted her, even more than they had before.
“I know,” Chris said, his eyes connecting with Justin's. Sometimes, they thought on the same wavelength. “We're both just sinking deeper and deeper, aren't we?”
Justin decided to try to lighten the moment. “Well, I'm going to be sinking something deep in her soon, and you already have.”
Chris punched his buddy's shoulder as they both laughed. Neither of them was a gloom and doom kind of guy, they had more “in the moment” mindsets. Whatever happened when they got done with this session of school would happen. For now, they were going to enjoy being able to get their hands all over the girl they were both falling for.
Seeing Mr. Flood waiting for her as she walked into the room sent a flush of heat through Jessica's body. Even though she'd just had the most fantastic orgasm with Mr. Fire, only twenty minutes before in Basic Intercourse, just seeing Mr. Flood got her body all hot and bothered and ready to go again—especially because today was the heavily anticipated day when she would lose her anal virginity to him. It was also the first time they would be having sex. She hoped she wasn't setting her hopes too high—the past few days of classes with him had been one long foreplay, and she felt about ready to burst. Her lips parted, her nipples tightened and rubbed against the fabric, and by the time she made it over to where he was standing, by their usual leather triangle, her pussy was leaking juices. God, she was so ready to go.
“Good morning, Jessica,” he said, smiling down at her.
Seeing his smile warmed her from the inside out; normally, he looked so serious. His voice was deep and rich, sounding just as excitedly anxious as she felt. The idea he was as turned on as her, that he'd been anticipating this class as much as she had, sent a throbbing pulse deep through her core.
“Are you nervous?”
“Not at all,” she grinned, her words almost a confession—definitely, an invitation. She barely noticed the small shiver that went through him when he leaned over to kiss her. Their lips met, and she melted into him, her hands clasping his muscular biceps to hold herself up. Gripping her ass, hard, in both hands, he squeezed her soft cheeks as he held her pressed against him, his fingers pulling at the fabric of her skirt until they hit flesh. Jessica moaned against his mouth. God, she was so ready for this. She didn't know why she had this incredible spark of chemistry with Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire, hoping they both felt it too, but even if they didn’t, she didn't care. It made the classes, the sex so much better than any of her other classes.
His hands pulled her cheeks apart, fingers digging into her crack, and she could feel cool air sliding between her cheeks. She moaned again, pressing against him, rubbing her upper body against his as she pushed her hips back, encouraging him to explore her ass further. Although his fingers pressed down, their height difference was too much for him to get his fingers anywhere near her asshole.
Instead, he broke off the kiss.
“Let's get you out of these clothes,” he growled.
She was sure he was as turned on as she was—she was sopping wet, even though she knew he wasn't going to be fucking her pussy.
Kneeling in front of her, he undid the buttons on her blouse, kissing the soft skin of her stomach. Jessica shimmied off her shirt and undid the clasp of her bra, eager to have his hands on her as he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Kissing her stomach, her hips, he reached up and grasped her breasts, more gently than he had yesterday in the BDSM class. She moaned softly as she thrust her hips toward his questing mouth.
