Fall into Forever (Fall into Him Book Three) (2 page)

Further introspection was lost as Philip returned his finger to her
pussy. He moved faster this time and added a second finger after several minutes.
As soon as he pushed his middle finger inside, Jennifer gasped, “I'm close.”

She growled as Philip withdrew his hand, and he chuckled. This time,
while he waited for her need to lessen, his hands were busy with her breasts,
touching and pinching. Fondling her just enough to keep her on edge, but never
enough to push her over. Only when he was satisfied that she'd lost momentum
did Philip push his two fingers into Jennifer.

“Yesss...” she hissed as his fingers penetrated her once more. Maybe he
would let her cum this time; surely it had to be soon. She'd never been so
turned on, so desperate, before. She needed him to let her cum, and soon, or
she'd explode. The belabored part of her brain insisted that this was a
legitimate possibility. Common sense said differently, but with each denied
orgasm, common sense moved further and further away.

After the fifth time, Philip left her without release, Jennifer was
nearly sobbing in frustration.

“If I put my mouth on you,” Philip asked softly. “Would you cum right
away?”

Jennifer thought about lying. It wasn't like he could take back an
orgasm once it had been had. Then she thought of his promise and how this was a
way for them to trust each other. “Yes,” she whispered, dropping her head as
her body screamed at her betrayal. “I'd cum as soon as your mouth was on me.”

“Good girl,” Philip praised her as he slid her panties down and off of
her legs. He pocketed the underwear as he stood. He wrapped his hand in her
hair and yanked her head back so that she was looking up at him. He held her
gaze for almost a full minute before his lips crashed into hers, hard, and
demanding.

Jennifer had heard people use the phrase 'taking a kiss' but she'd
never understood what it meant until that moment. Philip didn't let her have
time to respond as he plundered her mouth, his teeth scraping over her lips and
tongue until Jennifer was whimpering, writhing as she fought the urge to touch
him. When he pulled her back, she was gasping for air, head spinning.

“I think we need to let you cool down a bit.” Philip himself sounded
breathless, but not out of control. He took two steps back and sat down in the
chair Jennifer had been using all day. He rested his hands on his stomach,
making no effort to hide the very obvious erection tenting his dress pants.

Cool down? Jennifer wanted to scream at him, beg him, to get her off.
At this point, she didn't care if it was his fingers, his mouth or his cock,
she just wanted relief from the tension stretching her every nerve taut. She
shifted, starting to close her legs.

“No.”

She stopped.

“Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told, feeling oddly exposed by the scrutiny of his
gaze as it fell on her glistening pink folds. She didn't know why this felt so
much more intimate than anything else they'd done.

“There are so many things I'd like to do to you.” Philip's tone was
conversational at first as if discussing nothing more than the weather. “A nice
long weekend in the country where I could make you scream until your throat was
hoarse.” His voice began to drop, taking on the liquid sex tone that never
failed to make Jennifer wet, even if she wasn't already dripping. “I'd fuck you
all day, using toys or my fingers every time I need to recover. Watch those
lips spread wide around whatever I was using. I'd take you missionary, from
behind, on all fours, in every position you can think of and then some. In a
bed, on a table, out in the open where anyone who happened to pass by could see
us.”

Jennifer shifted. This really wasn't doing anything to cool her down.

“I'd like to tie you up, spank you, and maybe even use a whip on that
pretty little ass of yours. Leave some cherry stripes.” His eyes ran down over
her body. “Turn those tits red. Would you like that?”

She wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer that question, much less
how she was supposed to answer it.

“I think you would.” Philip continued. “I think there are a lot of
things you'd like me to do to you that you'd never considered before.” He stood
and took the two steps he needed to put him directly in front of her again.
“Maybe some nice nipple clamps.” He tugged on the nipple that was already sore
from his teeth and Jennifer made a strangled sound. “I could put a chain
between them, pull on both at once.” His eyes rose from Jennifer’s nipples to
her face as he licked his lips.

Jennifer couldn't deny the bolt of desire that went through her at his
words. She'd never thought of herself as enjoying anything rough or remotely
kinky until she met Philip and now, everything he suggested brought an
unexpected response.

“What else would you like?” Philip was almost whispering now as he
leaned closer. “What else do I do to you that you enjoy?” His thumbs brushed
over her nipples and Jennifer moaned. “Come on, baby, talk to me.”

He seriously wanted her to answer? Now? Jennifer blurted out the first
thing that came to her mind thanks to her prior night's dream. “I like your
teeth.”

Philip chuckled. “I thought so.”

He used her hair to bend her head to one side, exposing her neck.
Starting at her jaw, he began to mouth his way down her throat, alternating
teeth and tongue. When he began the same treatment on her breasts, Jennifer
cursed, arching her back to grant him better access. She was vaguely aware that
her skin was going to be marked, but made no move to stop him. If she was
completely honest, the idea that he'd so clearly claimed her turned her on more
than she'd thought it would.

Her skin was burning, throbbing, from the oral abuse when he knelt once
more. Finally, Jennifer thought, he was going to go down on her and let her
cum. When his lips started up her inner thigh, she braced herself, but he
stopped just short of where she wanted him, his mouth sucking at her skin,
teeth worrying at it, until she was sure she would have a dark spot there.

“Are you ready to cum?” Philip asked as he stood.

“Yes,” Jennifer nodded her head eagerly. She was no longer on the
knife's edge, but it wouldn't take much to get her back there again.

“Tell me when you're close,” Philip repeated his prior instructions as
he reached down and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down until they were
just below his hips, freeing his swollen member. “And don't cum until I tell
you.”

Jennifer nodded. She'd agree to pretty much anything at this point to
be allowed to finish. A long, drawn-out groan fell from her mouth as Philip
began to push his cock inside. He was much bigger than the two fingers he'd
been using on her and the stretching sent a shudder through her body. Once
inside, he stilled, his eyes closed. Jennifer began to rock against him,
desperate for him to start moving.

Philip drew back until just the head of his cock was inside her and she
waited for his hips to snap forward, to impale her with one strong thrust that
would surely send her to the brink and then over. Instead, he moved slowly,
filling her inch by inch, providing just enough friction to send ripples of
pleasure through her, but not enough to finish her off.

By the fifth stroke, Jennifer was ready to combust, her knuckles white
as she held onto the desk. She wasn't sure when she'd started begging, only
that her litany of pleases had yielded no results. When he finally did speed
up, she pushed herself up off of the desk, meeting his thrusts with her own,
racing towards her climax.

“Almost,” she grunted out the word.

Philip's hands closed around her hips and pushed her back onto the desk
as he stepped back, his cock sliding from between her legs with a slick sound.

She let out an inarticulate cry of frustration as she slammed her hands
down on the desk. Her eyes burned with tears as her body shook. She dropped her
head, gulping in shuddering breaths as she struggled with the abrupt loss.

She didn't realize that Philip had stepped forward again until his arms
were around her, lifting her off of the desk. Her arms automatically draped his
neck.

“You can cum now.” He lined her up until just the tip of his cock was
at her entrance. “Let gravity do the work.” He released her and she dropped
onto him, driving him harder and deeper inside than he'd ever been before.

The instant his cock hit the end of her, all of her pent up tension
exploded out of her in a burst of white, hot light. She could hear herself
screaming, could feel him thrusting into her as he said her name over and over
again. She felt his cock pulse inside her, his cum filling her, but her brain
processed these things as secondary to the electricity short-circuiting every
nerve and cell in her body.

She wasn't even aware that she'd passed out until she was opening her
eyes to find Philip grinning down at her, a slightly smug expression on his
face. He brushed back some hair that had fallen across her face. “Always good
to know that you enjoy yourself just as much as I do.”

Jennifer couldn’t fault him for the self-satisfied gleam in his eyes.
He’d definitely earned the right to be proud of himself for that. She was a bit
embarrassed by the fact that she was sitting on his lap, her clothes still in
disarray, but she wasn’t sure that she could get her body to obey her.

Philip’s finger ran down over her cheekbone to trace her lips. “I’d
love to take a picture or record your face when you cum.”

She flushed and looked away. There was yet another way sex with Philip
was so different than sex with Brad. She couldn’t imagine Brad having the desire,
let alone the self-control needed, to do what Philip had done. She certainly
couldn’t see him delaying his own orgasm just for her or telling her that he
liked the way she looked when she climaxed. Sex with Brad had always been about
getting him off or him dominating her in a completely different way.

Thoughts of Brad gave her the strength she needed to climb off of
Philip’s lap. She didn’t look at Philip as she straightened her clothes. She
had a decision to make, one that was going to affect both men in her life and
she needed to be away from them both to do it. The other thing she needed was
the honest input of her best friend, though she wasn’t sure how she was going
to make that approach.

“Jennifer?”

The concern in Philip’s voice made her turn.

“Are you okay?”

She managed a smile though it felt a little false to her. “I’m fine.
Just a lot on my mind.” She looked down at her shirt as she finished fastening
the last few buttons left. “You couldn’t have just unbuttoned it?”

Philip laughed and stood. He pulled off his own shirt and held it out
to her. “Sorry. I didn’t want to wait. I’ll wear the coffee one home.”

Jennifer slipped her own shirt off of her shoulders and shrugged into
Philip’s. She rolled up the sleeves but, after a moment’s contemplation, left
it untucked. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m taking the car service.”

The corner of Philip’s mouth twitched. “Yeah, probably.”

Jennifer assumed he'd just been amused by how silly she looked in his
shirt but the moment she walked into her apartment, she realized what he
must've been looking at when Rachel's mouth dropped with one look at her.

Jennifer had completely forgotten about what Philip had been doing to
her neck.

“Jen?” Rachel could barely get the word out.

“I'll be right back.” Jennifer rushed into the bathroom. She face
palmed in embarrassment when she saw her reflection. She was going to need
serious make-up assistance tomorrow, she thought as she tilted her head. All
down one side of her neck were the dark marks made by Philip's mouth. After a
moment's hesitation, she unbuttoned the shirt and unhooked her bra. “Well shit,
Philip.” She muttered. She was going to have to make sure the blouses she chose
the next few days had high enough necklines to hide her spotted skin. At least
she wasn't going to have to try to figure out how to segue-way into a
conversation with Rachel.

When Jennifer walked back into the living room, Rachel was sitting on
the couch, an expectant expression on her face. Jennifer took a deep breath as
she crossed to her usual seat. She nearly winced as she sat down. She hadn't
realized before how hard Philip had been fucking her. It was a good kind of
pain, but she didn't want to have to explain
that
to Rachel so she
forced herself to give her roommate a sheepish smile.

“I need some advice,” Jennifer began slowly. “But there are some things
that you need to know first.”

“Clearly,” Rachel said, pointedly looking at Jennifer's neck.

“You know how I came home that day to get my passport and just told you
that I'd gotten a promotion and was flying to Japan with my boss?” Jennifer
decided that it'd be best to start at the beginning. When Rachel nodded,
Jennifer continued her story. She felt the heat rising to her face as she told
her friend everything. She talked about the sex, about how being with Philip
made her feel both aroused and confused. She told Rachel about the business
part of their Tokyo trip as well as being fucked on the plane ride back. The
words spilled out of her, becoming easier to flow past her lips with each
passing moment, and Rachel just listened.