Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 05

"You naughty girl..." he murmured to himself, savoring another spicy drag on his cigarette as Christie sent a couple balls tumbling into another pocket, giving her competitor a great view of her unbound breasts in the process. His blond brows lifted in surprise as she looked up into his face while wearing one of the most innocent smiles she could create. But dancing in her storm gray eyes was that little spark. The one Jacob saw when she'd ease up behind him while he shaved in the morning, tentatively slipping an arm around his waist to gently caress his stiffening cock as their eyes met in the mirror. It was there every time she'd straddle his lap, sitting perfectly still while she delighted in the firm pressure of his erection against her drenched flesh. Now, that same sultry expression was there once again with intensity he'd never seen, glittering like gray moonstone as she stood upright and stretched, her little erect nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top. She was using the lust he'd inspired against him. She'd surprised him with a very good trick indeed, and one that was working as he tuned out the monotonous music and rowdy rabble of the crowd.

Jacob studied the tapering of her rib cage as she stretched again to hit a difficult shot, her shirt bunching just below her breasts to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her waist and lower back, her shorts riding up dangerously high to show a slender length of thigh.

She gave a soft laugh and toss of those silken tresses as she scratched, returning to her full height and painting on an endearing blush as she gestured to her move and the easy shot she gave her opponent. He merely offered an understanding grin before proffering an elbow, far more interested in his opponent than the game. Christie gave pause for only an instant before darting a quick and teasing glance Jacob's way, then disappearing into the thickening crowd with the young man. The pool game was over, but an entirely new diversion was afoot.

Jacob watched them go for a moment, then ordered another Guinness and sat back to enjoy his drink as he traced their movement among the crowd.

"What's your name?" The blond boy felt foreign in Christie's arms as the DJ put on something slow and soulful with a steady beat. He all but swallowed her up with his muscular physique, and where as Jacob was a mere few inches taller than she, her dance partner nearly had to bend over to hear her question as she peered up at him from the level of his chest.

"I'm Christie. What's yours?" Maybe she shouldn't have indulged in that third appletini, she mused, but damn he was a good dancer with a tight body and cute dimple when he smiled.

"Mike."

They drifted out into the crush of the crowd, Christie's eyes sparkling in the low light as she and Mike danced from one song to the next. Though she took passing glances around them to find Jacob, none of them proved successful. Mike asked her about her field of study, if she grew up locally or moved to the area for school, and all the polite conversation she found herself tuning out. Not that he wasn't good company. He was a skilled dancer and had a very charming personality. But that personality was nothing new to Christie. She knew she'd just be another pretty face and memory filed away in Mike's wank bank for future use. There was no mystery to him. Certainly he was nothing near as enigmatic and arousing as her darkly dashing lover. How had she reached this point? Mike was attractive, kind, took care of himself, and reminded her quite a great deal of...

"May I have this dance?"

The pair looked over in surprise at Jacob, who'd simply materialized out of the crowd like a sexy ninja, the contrast between he and Mike staggering. Mike grinned, patting Christie's back and offering her a smile that assured her they'd meet again before disappearing into the mass of people.

"You two made quite the couple. I hated to interrupt but..." Jacob captured her in his arms, pulling her close enough for her to feel the hardness of his muscled chest beneath his shirt. "I was thinking about how you've got such a fantastic ass. When you bent over the pool table, I couldn't help but stare. And do you know what I noticed?" His words vibrated against her throat as he nibbled her neck.

"No." she cooed, her feigned innocence dangerously erotic as she shook her head, golden hair brushing his cheek. One of his hands slid down the dip of her waist, fingertips slowly stroking her ass over her shorts.

"It appears that you not only ditched the bra, but the panties as well." The hand slowly crested the curve of her left hip. As he pulled her even closer, his caress moved upward. Christie stiffened in his embrace but he only smiled that naughty schoolboy smile as his fingertips breached the hem of her shorts near her inner thigh. Christie blushed, standing stock still, uncertain whether she should tell him to stop or part her thighs and give him easier access.

"Maybe..." she managed, threatening to get lost in the warm tingling suffusing her skin and making it hard for her to concentrate on much else. "All that discussion about enjoying the tension... I just took it a couple steps further." Jacob's lips brushed hers, fingertips lightly stroking the smooth flesh of Christie's mound. She gasped, hands falling to his shoulders as bodies pressed in all around them.

"We need to get out of here," she whispered, her words carried on an undercurrent of desperation. "Seriously, Jacob..."

"Want to find your dance partner and say good bye?" A breathy giggle escaped her lips.

"Stop being such a tease." They broke apart with a gasp, Jacob's finger slipping between his lips as a furious blush painted Christie's cheeks.

"I'm not a tease. I have every intention of delivering."

Somehow, they managed to cut through the crowd. Chilled night air was there to greet them as they hurried toward Jacob's car. Once they arrived, he caught her around the waist, spinning her about to give her a penetrating kiss, pushing her back against the passengers side door as she mewed in painful anticipation.

"Get in..." He threw open her door, offering a hand to help her in before slamming it and hurrying around to his side of the car. Settling in beside her, he turned the key in the ignition as the engine roared to life and Fields of the Nephilim blasted from the speakers.

Buildings passed in a mosaic of glittering lights and dark hulking structures. Christie lay reclined in her seat, eyes focused on the tense set of Jacob's jaw and the subtle flexing of his muscles. He steered the car onto the highway in the opposite direction than the one in which they were supposed to go.

"Where are you-" Jacob smoothed a hand over her thigh, his gaze still focused on the road.

"One of my favorite out of the way places to go when I want to get lost in nature and away from the noise of the city. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's beautiful and I want to share it with you. Next time, I'll pack a picnic and bring some Shakespeare. But until then..."

Trees grew denser along the road as traffic thinned. A feverish desire inflamed Christie's body. It was difficult to think clearly. How had she come so far in just three short months? How had she gone from romantic snuggling under the blankets to getting bent over a balcony? And still more perplexing than that, to allow herself the ability of loving every second of it? In fact, the more she protested, the more it seemed Jacob was on a mission to thoroughly corrupt her with each successive date.

Gravel grated beneath the tires of Jacob's car as he pulled off along the shoulder of the two-lane highway. Night pressed in around them, close and black, pierced now and again by brilliant stars and a voyeur moon. The profound silence ensnared her ears, the tinny song of crickets and soft whoosh of wind through drying leaves the only sound to be heard after he killed the engine.

"Come on." Jacob was out of the car, briskly striding over to her side to open her door. "It's not cold tonight. Hell. It's perfect. Come walk with me. I think the mosquitoes have all frozen after that cold snap last week."

"Wait!" Her whisper was frantic and pleading. "Not here!" Jacob only grew bolder. Christie looked up into his bright green gaze and felt herself giving in to the melting pleasure of his touch. The hunger for it was never far when they were together, and after he'd kindled it into a starving need back in her bedroom, it was all she could think about.

Was it possible to have entire conversations without words? Merely to share a look and a moment, expressing desires and wants without the use of vocal speech? Christie supposed it must be, because she could feel what Jacob wanted; she understood that they were lost in a perfect moment of tension, trust, and temptation. How far could she go next time? How far would he push her to go? Sooner or later someone would notice his hand between her legs or hers down his pants and the moment they were sharing. Christie just prayed it wasn't security. She didn't fancy getting tossed out of a club or restaurant for lewd behavior. But what was lewd behavior when this felt so good?

All around them, the wood was deep, comforting, and almost enchanted in its perfect mix of deciduous and evergreen. Christie half expected to see a deer nibbling at a branch here or owl perched silently upon a bow there. The beauty was so perfect, in fact, that she recalled the faerie stories of her childhood and thought this place with its silent magic and majesty would have been the perfect setting.

At last, after trying to make her way over pinecones and twigs, they stopped. Somewhere off in the distance, Christie heard the soft babble of moving water over rocks and closed her eyes. While lost in this perfect state of nature and stillness, she welcomed Jacob's arms as he embraced her, their lips meeting in the near dark, her small hands reaching up to trail through his hair.

Kisses became nibbles, caresses more demanding, and before she knew it, his hands were at her waist, pulling down her shorts. With a gasp, Christie broke the kiss to shimmy out of her top, carelessly tossing it aside as he left her long enough to strip out of his own clothes. When she bent to step out of her shoes, he laid a stilling hand on her shoulder. "No. Leave them on."

The air was cool but she didn't feel it. There was only the sliding of his fingers easing into her and the wet suction of his mouth over her right breast. His index and middle finger drove deeper and she gasped, thighs pressing against his wrist as she leaned back against a stately oak, resting her shoulders against the coarse barrier of bark. With precision that had her dripping in seconds, Jacob brought the pads of his fingertips forward, rhythmically pressing the little group of nerve endings there that made her cry out. Wordlessly, he fell to his knees, free hand pushing her ass forward as he captured her bud between his lips and sucked. Christie's gasp echoed off the canopy of branches above as she was seized by a torrential release, skin prickling with gooseflesh as the night air tried to steal her warmth.

"I can't believe we're doing this..." Christie panted, the rough bark scraping against her forearms as she tried to catch a breath through the heady intoxication of pleasure. "My God, Jacob. We can't-" His lips sought her neck as he gently positioned her in front of him, directing her to hang onto the tree trunk, his hips pressing between her splayed thighs.

Jacob's arms squeezed her back tight against his chest as he gave a great shove, the bulbous head of his cock popping past her tight entrance then forcing it's way deep inside her, making her cry out. Christie arched her back to meet his thrusts, head thrown back against Jacob's shoulder as his hips slammed against her firm little ass. "Oh fuck, Christie." She gave a piteous moan, but surrendered to the primal rhythm of her body as she rode him as hard as he fucked her, her ass bouncing against his hips as she forced herself down further with every undulation.

The locomotion of his hips sent his cock, hot and driving, deep inside her, forcing throaty cries of bliss from her lips. Jacob tried to be gentle. He didn't want to hurt her, but she was so fucking tight and the sensations so sublime he couldn't help but surrender. With ceaseless yet sensual brutality, Jacob pushed Christie perilously close to coming. A pained groan grew deep in his throat, his breath coming in hot bursts against the nape of Christie's neck and into the crisp autumn air. Jacob lowered his head, lips finding the tender flesh just below her ear. Cool steel and warm wetness brushed Christie's throat. She gasped and clenched down around him in response.

He wanted to be flooded with her in every sense possible. Taste the thud of her hammering pulse and slight salt of her perspiration. Let his face be surrounded by her perfumed hair as his fingertips clutched her scrumptious bosom. And the feel... Oh the feel of her hot, tight, slippery depths contracting and squeezing his length brought chills out in waves over his flesh. The world around them was all scattered stars amid shedding leaves as her unrestrained moans and whimpers filled his ears and drove more blood into his cock until he thought he'd burst or die.

"Wait. Oh God, angel." His cock slid out of her, leaving her muscles to churn on nothingness as he caught her by the shoulders, whirling her around. "Reach up, love. Hang on..."

Christie's heart raced as she reached blindly up and behind her for the tree trunk, her nails digging into the moss-covered wood as Jacob caught her around the hips, hoisting her up off the ground. Christie wrapped her thighs around his hips in a panic of disorientation. Cool air raced under her back and splayed buttocks with chilly and intrusive fingers as the scalding force of his cock impaled her once again, one of his large hands beneath her ass to support her as his other delved into the tender folds of her pussy, index finger delicately plumbing her juicy sex until it brushed her clit. Christie gasped; stiffening in his embrace as he rapidly worked her sensitive little pearl.

"I can't. I can't..." she groaned, trying to work her hips in response to his thrusts.

"Just relax, angel. I've got you and you can. Come for me, Christie."

Jacob's swollen cock rubbed against that sensitive little spot inside her thanks to gravity, and the friction the crown of his cock gave her with each rapid thrust took her breath away as she felt herself contract and spasm around him. Christie dug her nails into the tree hard enough to break one, but she didn't care. He was under her, around her, inside her, and propelling her into an orgasm so intense she felt as if she might cry, her toes curling and forcing those sexy 'fuck me' heels to pop off her little feet to land with muted thumps on the leaf-strewn ground.

"My God..." Jacob's mouth closed against her throat, his tongue piercing fluttering against her skin as he sucked hard enough to insure one hell of a love bite. "I'm coming, Christie..." Her hips pressed against his as he drove himself against her womb, his cock feeling massive as it throbbed deep inside her already sore little flower. Christie's groans turned into cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he battered her tender pussy.

Jacob threw back his head, dappled moonlight glossing his skin and bringing out the contrast of his tattoos in stark relief against his pale flesh. His eyes were shut, emphasizing his long dark lashes as he stilled deep inside her, cock spurting and filling her to overflowing with his pent up passion. Christie's veins throbbed with the tribal pounding of her heart, endorphins flooding throughout her body after the intensity of her orgasm. The moment was sheer perfection woven through with a keen ache for more. Their union synchronized their bodies and intent, Christie's lust scalding like fire that only his touch and kisses could quench.

Wilting into his arms, Christie shuddered as he gathered her up, the warm sticky liquid aftermath of their torrid embrace spilling down her thighs. Jacob's mouth was hungry for yet more kisses as she trailed a fingertip along his nipple piercing, gently giving it a flick that made him shudder. The bliss of that act excited her, so she repeated it. He groaned and nipped her lip as she ran her fingertips up his cheek to caress his brow piercing.

With a gentle tug, Christie caught his hands, pulling him down to his knees as she knelt on the cool ground. His lithe body was warm and enticing in her arms. Following her hunch, she withdrew her mouth from his, poking the tip of her tongue out to slowly lap at his throat. Jacob stilled in her arms. Further down she traveled until she reached his nipple piercing. The steel was still warm from her fingertips as she gently forced the tip of her tongue through the hoop to just touch the skin behind it. Jacob tensed, a little groan giving the strongest indication of the pleasure he was feeling. She paused, uncertain if she dared follow her instincts. Finally, with a soft smile, she leaned in and captured his left nipple, piercing and all, between her lips and sucked for an instant, then gently closed her teeth on the sensitive flesh. He hissed in a breath, hands reaching up to tangle in her hair, now moon-frosted into radiant silver in the scant light.

"Mmm... You're such a bad little angel tonight..." They collapsed onto the forest floor, cushioned on an altar of fallen pine needles and vibrant leaves. Christie closed her thighs against the slippery stirring of his cock, grinding herself against it as she switched from nibbling one nipple to the other, unable to stop the need to writhe atop him as her own blood warmed. Jacob capitulated and gently thrust his cock between her thighs. Seconds passed and he started to shake beneath her, shuddering breaths accompanying his trembling fingers as he combed them through her hair. "Harder, darling. You can't hurt me. Please..."

An owl's somnolent song rang through the trees as the cricket chorus increased to a more frenetic pace. Christie's hands clutched Jacob's sides as she tried to gear herself up for what he wanted. Uncertain, she suckled the silver hoop of his piercing. His cock gently cleaved between her dewy petals, just grazing her clit. She whimpered, eyes squeezed shut as he increased his thrusts. She longed to please him, and part of her was fascinated with the notion of dancing just over the border of pleasure and pain. When one of his forearms eased between their bodies, fingers seeking then stroking her engorged nub, she winced and as a result, succeeded in giving him what he craved with an unintended closing of her teeth.

Heat radiated off them in waves, wrapping each in a subtle cloud of perfumed perspiration and ever-increasing lust. Playing her tongue across the peak of Jacob's left nipple, Christie began to squirm as Jacob reached further and eased a fingertip inside her juicy cunny. As their breathing increased in unison, Christie pushed herself up from his chest to straddle his hips.

"No." Jacob breathed, sitting up to catch her in a tight embrace, then firmly ease her back. She opened her eyes and stared at the patches of star-dappled sky peeping in through the thinning screen of leaves. The balance of power was shifting, and she ached for it. She longed to please him, surrender to his wants, and feel pleasures only he could awaken. Stirring the coals, she wrapped her arms about his neck and drew his cheek close to her lips.

"Did you like watching me dance with that other man?" The question was interwoven with sighs and a gasp as Jacob drove himself deep with one fluid thrust.

"It was quite a sight, but I like watching you and I more..."

Christie sought his lips, recalling how they'd fucked with Jacob holding her against her bathroom wall, she able to watch the sight of his muscular ass contract with each thrust and admire the corded muscle and power of his build in the mirror. Not wanting to miss out on the same opportunity, he'd carried her over to the countertop by the sink, cradling her head beneath one arm as he watched their reflections. And when he picked her up to bend her over the countertop as they both caught furtive glances of each other in the glass, it had been only a matter of seconds before he exploded with an orgasm so intense he couldn't breathe.