Twenty-One

Twenty-One
Chapter Six
(071110)

"You dunt have ta do this." Jonathon told her as he settled back down onto his office chair. He reclined, the chair sliding against the smooth floors.

"Do you want me to?" She asked as she knelt in front of him, pulling the chair closer towards her as she shoved his knees apart, settling herself between his thighs. Jonathon didn't answer immediately, opting instead to watch her as she looked up at him through dark, sooty lashes.

"I'd be lying if I said no." He admitted as she chewed her lower lip, her bright lipstick brushing off onto her teeth. He made a mental note to suck those specks of colour off later, his mind neglecting the awkwardness of such a situation.

"Then let me." She said simply as she undid his belt, her fingers brushing against his erection as she settled herself back down onto her calves, her feet pointing outwards.

"Are you shure?" He asked as he shifted his hips a little so she could pull his belt out of the belt loops of his dark, denim jeans.

"Yep." She cracked the belt with a flourish, the sound of leather hitting his timber floors making him squirm a little in the seat.

"Well, then," Jonathon rested his hands behind his head as he leant back in the chair, slouching slightly to push his crotch further towards her, "Blow me away."

Francesca giggled at his quip, tossing her hair over her shoulders as she began to undo his jean buttons, his belt draped over her bare shoulder. Jonathon watched transfixed as her ebony coloured curls flew over her shoulder, the curls falling into a jumbled mass of shiny, dark chaos.

"Would it hurt to you help?" She said as she tried to drag his jeans down. Jonathon sighed in resignation and lifted his hip, pushing his jeans down to his ankles. He lifted his feet over them and leant forward to pick his pants up. He threw them over the back of his chair before reaching his fingers out for his belt. The dark leather slid across her skin with a faint hiss, the edge of it leaving a faint, pink line on her shoulder.

Francesca brought a hand up to cup his erection, causing him to suck a deep breath in through his teeth. She hummed thoughtfully, her fingers gently wrapped around him through the silk of his boxers. She pressed her thigh together, licking her lips as she did so.

"Is there where I make an obligatory remark about your penis size?" She asked.

"Yesh." He demanded, "Tell me its tha biggest boy bits you've ever felt."

"That would be lying, something I try not to do. But, it feels like you can get the job done." She told him as she slid her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. With a tug and an encouraging scrape of teeth against his belly, she pulled them down. Jonathon obliged, lifting his hips up to slide them down, watching fascinated as she leant forward to nip at his stomach.

"Well there goes my ego." He muttered as she tossed her bothersome curls over her shoulder again.

"The guy I lost my virginity to was about an inch bigger and a hell of a lot thicker. I couldn't walk right for at least a week and it wasn't in a good way. I never let that mother fucker anywhere near my 'dainty flower' again." She cast an evil look at his penis before giving her head a little shake as Jonathon cowered away.

"Don't worry baby." She told him as she leant forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his penis.

"You don't bite?" He supplied.

"You’re not into biting?"

"You are?" Jonathon looked at her in shock and she smiled sweetly.

"I tend to get vicious. But I'll play nice this time, honest." She promised, ruffling her curls.

"Hey, you can be as mean as you waaah..." Jonathon was cut off mid sentence as she leant forward, engulfing the head of his penis in her mouth. She pulled her cheeks in and with a talented twist of her tongue managed to pull him further in.

Francesca rested her hands on his bare thighs, her fingers clenching and unclenching on his thighs. Jonathon tried his hardest to keep still, his hips pushing upwards a little, burying himself a little deeper in her mouth. Jonathon watched as she rolled her eyes and with and irritated grunt pulled away, letting him slide out of her mouth completely.

"You can touch me you know." She told him.

"Most girls hate that." He told her as he shifted, suddenly conscious of the wet patch at the base of his spine, taking a swig of the whiskey as he did so. He ended up polishing off the bottle and was surprised to find Francesca on her feet ambling over to his dresser. She came back with a bottle, the cap already off and in the pile on his dresser. She took a long, languid sip before handing him the bottle and resuming her position on her knees in front of him.

"Go ahead." She said when his hand inched out towards her. Jonathon took a long, searing gulp of whiskey and threaded the fingers of his left hand in her hair. He cupped the crown of her skull, his pale skin disappearing into the jumbled mass of curls gracing her head.

Jonathon let her start, waiting til she had gotten him halfway into her mouth before he began to guide her. She scraped her teeth along him occasionally, her nails digging into his thighs. Once she rolled her eyes at him again Jonathon began to move. With a slight grimace he began to cradle her skull in his hand, forcing her forward, deeper onto him as his hips began to move upwards.

She was remarkably calm using a combination of light teeth and a lot of tongue as he fed her his cock with slow, shallow thrusts of his hips and a couple of quick jerks of his wrist. It was as she began to move her hands, her nails grazing across his belly that his mind began to wander. He could still feel the slight variations in technique but deep in the back of his drunken mind he began to compare her.

His last girl friend, Rebecca, found oral sex to be demeaning and while she demanded it on a regular basis it was only on special occasions that she chose to reciprocate. Rebecca was a lovely girl but lack of practice had left her skills undeveloped and it was just one more thing he didn't miss about her.

The girl before that, April was good enough, she was cute and sweet and she had no gag reflex that he could detect. But after a few awkward conversations about their feelings and such, she quickly lost her appeal and was soon replaced.

The best head he had ever gotten however was from the dancer whom his father had hired to give his only son and legacy a proper education. But to be honest, Francesca was almost as good. She used the right amount of tongue and teeth to get him off and he ground his back teeth together as he felt his stomach muscles contract.

"Slow down baby, it's a little too fast."

Francesca ignored him and as she rolled her eyes at him she also trailed her tongue along the single vein running along the underside of his penis. Jonathon felt his stomach muscles clench painfully and he tried to stop himself from coming too quickly, his fingers tightening in her hair. She did it again and with a strangled, frustrated growl, Jonathon came. He shifted awkwardly, his shoulders pushing backwards and then with a loud, ominous creak his chair gave way a little.

"Oh fuck."