“You’ve kept yourself waxed for me. Very nice, baby,” he whispered against her skin. Flattening out his tongue, he licked from her rear hole to her clit, slow, languid laps, some barely touching, some applying pressure. He varied the pace and pressure until Jenna was writhing with ecstasy.
Jenna could not be quiet anymore. “I need to come, please, please, let me come,” she pleaded.
Knowing she was close, Kyle continued his slow torture of her folds, continuing to lick up and down. He was going to prolong this as long as he could.
Jenna writhed and pleaded and begged and Kyle continued to torture her. Finally, he took her clit and gently bit it, sending Jenna into an orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced. Flashing colors of light burst behind her eyes and Jenna screamed in ecstasy. Over and over again, Kyle continued licking, sucking and nipping at her clit. Jenna thought it was never going to end.
When she thought she couldn’t take any more, Kyle raised himself and rammed his cock in her pussy to the hilt. Burying himself balls-deep, he rammed into over and over, claiming her for all eternity. She was his.
Falling exhausted on top of her, he knew this was where he was meant to be.
After a few minutes, he got up and went to the bathroom, bringing back a warm cloth and cleaning her. Putting the cloth on the table, he crawled back into the bed and pulled her to him. I’ll just lay here a while and hold her, he thought to himself.
He woke sometime later and found himself taking her. He repeated this several times during the night, taking her over and over. Nothing could satisfy him. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Kyle woke early in the morning, as the sun was rising. He lay, watching Jenna sleep for a while, before rising. Quietly, he gathered his clothes and went into the living room to get dressed, not wanting to wake his exhausted lover.
Knowing he was about to hurt her again, he left the apartment, not leaving a note or anything. Driving back to the club in his truck, he contemplated what he had done. Feeling like he had made one of the biggest mistakes of his life, he walked dejectedly to his suite. What the fuck was he going to do now?
Jenna woke and knew she was alone. Barely able to move, she called her office and took the day off. What had she let happen? What was she going to do? Crying, she fell into an exhausted sleep for a while, waking after noon, stiff and sore, but a good kind of stiff and sore.
Getting up, she showered and dressed in her most comfortable jammies. Grabbing the phone, she called for pizza, and reinforcements. The first call she made was to Sadie, who promised she would be there as soon as she could with chocolate and wine.
Her next call was to Rachel, who also promised she was on the way with ice cream and tequila when Jenna told her what had happened.
Knowing her girls were on the way, Jenna sat on the couch and cried. She checked her phone. No messages and no missed calls. Kyle had taken what he wanted and left her again. She had no idea what she had done to deserve this. Loving him was apparently not enough.
Rachel and Sadie arrived about the same time as the pizza and the girls spent the evening, eating, drinking, and commiserating with Jenna. On the way to Jenna’s, Sadie made a quick call to Evan to let him know what had happened. Agreeing that the coming weekend would be too soon to put his plan into effect, Evan decided to try and talk to Kyle.
Evan found Kyle in his suite, but again he was in no condition to talk. Evan had known Kyle for years and had never seen him drink like this. Wishing he had a woman of his own to love and worry about, Evan left Kyle to sober up and went to his own suite.
A couple weeks went by and Jenna heard nothing from Kyle. Going about her life by route, she barely functioned. Rachel, Sadie, Connie, and all the guys had a meeting. “We have to do something,” Evan said. “The damn fool is too stubborn to do anything on his own, and we can all see that they are both miserable.”
“Agreed,” said Dave. “I think it’s time to put your plan into effect. Now to get them to cooperate.” They decided to put things into effect on the next weekend, as Connie and Dean would still be in town and had another demonstration planned. They would use the demo as an excuse to get Jenna to the club.
“Connie, you work on Jenna. Dean you’re in charge of Kyle. The rest of us will make sure everything else happens,” said Evan.
The first step was going to be to get both Kyle and Jenna to the club at the same time. Since Jenna had sworn to never come again, this was going to take a little work on Connie’s part. Kyle, since he had a suite there, was much easier.
On Wednesday, Connie called Jenna, “Hey girl, what are you doing this weekend? Are you busy Saturday night? Dean and I are trying something new and I could sure use your support.”
“Connie, I would love to support you, but I can’t take the chance that I might see Kyle. I really don’t want to come to the club. I hope you understand.”
“I think Kyle will be out of town this weekend, please come,” Connie pleaded.
“I’ll think about it, but I really don’t want to. Will the other girls be there?”
Not sure how to answer, half-afraid if she answered yes that Jenna would say they could support her, she answered, “I’m not sure, I’ll have to call them and see. You were the first person I called.” A semi-truthful answer.
“Okay, I’ll let you know Friday or Saturday. Can you find out for sure if Kyle will be out of town? If he’s not, I definitely will not be there,” Jenna stated.
“Okay, I’ll call Evan and find out for sure,” Connie lied.
Connie’s next call was to Sadie, to get her opinion on whether it would help or hinder their efforts to tell Jenna that the other girls would be at the club.