Free Compulsion by JB Brooks

slightly but kept going. His salty taste grew stronger and I swallowed convulsively. He must have felt it because he gave a shouted gasp and bucked his hips. When he spoke again, his voice was so thick that I could hardly understand him.
    “Oh Christ, yes, Jane! Now cover your teeth with your lips and use them to put extra pressure on me. And suck, baby. Suck me as hard and deep as you can!”
    I bit down on him through my lips and sucked him in, letting him push into the back of my throat, controlling him with my hand on his shaft if he started to go too deep. He sunk the fingers of both hands into my hair, angled my head and started fucking my mouth with long strokes. I rather liked the little noises he was producing, especially as I was sure he didn’t know that he was making them.
    My gag reflex seemed to be subsiding and I let him go a little farther. With my other hand I gently grasped his balls, pulling them and fingering them through his sac. His whole body shot stiff.
    “I’m coming,” he shouted, and with a few more erratic thrusts he clamped his hands on my head and squirted down the back of my throat. He was so far in that spitting wouldn’t have been an option anyway, and I swallowed frantically to avoid choking.
    His body caved in under me, his hands dropping limply from my hair, his muscles going absolutely lax from the intensity of his orgasm. For a moment he was at my mercy. I slithered up his body, quickly licking his chest—something I’d longed to do from the time I’d spied on him having a swim. I dragged my naked breasts over his torso until I could reach his mouth and kissed him, sweetly, slipping my tongue between his lips to taste him.
    He recovered quickly and his arms suddenly clamped around me. Then he was kissing me back, gently, passionately. He kept me clasped to him for a long time before he broke the kiss and reluctantly let me go. I stood up shakily and bent to rub my sore knees. I saw him checking my ass in the mirror and raised my brows at him. He grinned shamelessly.
    “Supposing you try on the dress now, Jane,” he suggested with a laugh.
    I picked it up, slipped it over my head and wiggled into it, surprised that the metallic-sheened knit fabric was so soft. I looked into the mirror and froze in surprise. Was it really me?
    The material gleamed with a dull, pewter shine. Matt undid what was left of my bun and draped my heavy fall of hair over my shoulder. It glowed rich red-brown against the fabric of the dress and my skin looked like flawless, creamy satin.
    “This color…” I whispered.
    “Yes, it’s perfect for you.”
    The dress was stunning in its simplicity, a basic slip, clinging and soft, falling to a hand-width above my knees.
    Matt came and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror. He’d put his t-shirt back on and he loomed in the background like a black shadow while I glowed in the pewter dress. He snaked his arms around me and I stared in fascination at his twisting black tattoos as he encircled my body. His hands came to rest, one on my breast, which he kneaded through the soft fabric of the dress, and one on my stomach. His hands were large, covering more area than mine when I’d touched myself earlier. I leaned back into him with a sigh.
    The hand on my stomach began to raise the fabric of the dress, just his fingers moving to ruck up the fabric into his fist. It slid up my thighs, caressing my skin, and slid over my naked pussy, disappearing under his hand, leaving me naked from the waist down. He slid his hand down my belly, slowly. I watched in fascination as he slipped his middle finger through my curls to the top of my cleft then sank it into the wet softness to touch my clit with the most delicate of strokes. With no warning I shattered into a million fragments of light as I orgasmed, his strong arms holding me up.
    “We’ll definitely take the dress,” he murmured into my ear.

Chapter Four
    Thursday
     
    Once