On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss

Chapter 64

Seth

Room 1224. Very quiet — and private.

For a moment, I consider knocking, but Jenna gave me a key. She knows I’m coming.

I swipe it through the lock, and it flashes green.

It’s a basic Botsford suite, typical for businesspersons who don’t care for the usual bells and whistles in most luxury hotels. Just a bed, a writing table by the window, a mini-fridge, and a television mounted above a chest of drawers. It’s still nicer than anything I could ever afford, however. I won’t lie and say I haven’t been looking forward to getting comfy in here for the last hour of my shift.

The last very long, torturous hour.

It appears empty at first glance, except for Jenna’s weekender sitting on the table by the window. One bedside table lamp illuminates the space, the light stretching far across the room to the closed bathroom door. A shadow shuffles beneath it. She’s here.

I flip the DO NOT DISTURB sign onto the outer knob as I close the door. Far classier than a tube sock, that’s for sure.

As the door locks, the bathroom door opens. Jenna steps out, her sharp shoes leading the way to perfection.

I inhale sharply, knocked by a wave of... nostalgia?

She’s wearing a bright blue dress that shimmers in the dim lamplight with her hair nestled on the top of her head.

She looks like Cinderella.

Suddenly, I’m eighteen years old again. I’m in a high school gymnasium somewhere in Iowa, watching as my little sister’s best friend beats the hell out of the guy who stood her up. Wild and crazy Jenna Abrams. Some things never change.

“Hey,” she greets, the edge of her dress pinched between two fingers as she glides across the carpet.

I swallow hard. “Hey.”

Jenna stops a few feet away, each breath forcing her breasts even harder against that corset. She bites her lip, delighted in the way my eyes keep straying downward.

“Do you like?” she asks.

“Yes.” I nearly choke. “Is that the same dress?”

“This? No.” She smiles. “No, the original dress is no longer with us.”

“Damn.”

“Unfortunately, it suffered a few stains thanks to my nose bleed, so I had to get rid of it long ago. This...” she gives the skirt a swish, “is from a costume shop, but I thought it was a decent look-a-like... in bad lighting, hence the lone lamp.”

I nod with approval. “Well, your tits still look fantastic.”

She bows her head. “Thank you.”

“So, what is all this?” I ask, looking around the suite. “Why are we here? Not complaining. Just curious.”

“Well...”

Jenna reaches for my hand. I give it to her. She guides me to the bed and sits me down. As I gaze upward, my attention instantly falls on her ears now that she’s up close. Pearls. She’s wearing the pearls I gave her.

My heart skips. She’s beautiful.

“I wanted to do something nice for you,” she says.

She gathers her skirt, lifting it a little as she straddles me. My obvious erection presses against her. She notices, but only her eyes say it.

I tremble. “Something nice?”

“Uh-huh...” She bites her painted lip. “It’s been a few days since we’ve...”

“Uh-huh. How did you get away from Heidi?”

“Earlier today, we had an awkward conversation regarding my dating choices…”

“Uh-oh.”

“So, she didn’t argue at all when I told her I was going out to see my new beau. I think she felt guilty for implying that I never date serious guys and had messed up priorities.”

“New beau?” I ask, feeling the wicked stab of jealousy for… no reason whatsoever.

She cringes. “Yeah, she caught me reading your texts a lot, and I kinda had to tell her I was sorta dating a guy who modeled for my sketch class...”

I pause, then nod. “I mean, where’s the lie?”

“I detected none.”

“And she bought it?”

She smirks. “So, I guess now this means that I have a... mystery boy.”

I chuckle. “You do.”

“Which is good because I was feeling left out.”

“Wouldn’t want that.”

“No, no, no…”

She kisses me, briefly rolling her body against mine. My cock throbs, hard and desperate in my pants. I touch her body, gripping her little waist and pulling her a little harder against my shaft. Her breath quickens. Her kiss deepens as she pushes my blazer down over my shoulders and abandons it to tug on my belt.

Fuck yes.

I’m about to fuck my girlfriend in a goddamn Botsford Plaza suite.

“Wait,” I whisper, hating myself.

“What?”

“Can you...” I gesture around the room, “… afford this?”

“No.” Jenna smiles. “But I looked it up, and it turns out that surprising your boyfriend with a night in a fancy hotel room is widely considered good debt.”

Boyfriend.

“You know, that’s true,” I say. “We did a module about that last semester.”

“Did you?”

“Yup.”

“Then, the experts agree.” She kisses me again. “This is a good idea.”

“A very good idea.” I pull her closer, eager to ravage her completely. “And this?” I ask, gripping the top of the flimsy corset. “Was it expensive?”

“Oh, no. It’s a piece of shit.”

“Good.”

I rip it apart, filling the air with the sound of cheap fabric tearing before I bury myself between her breasts.

Jenna gasps in surprise, but her moaning laughter quickly takes over. She runs her fingers through my hair, pinching and pulling as I do the same to her tender nipples. I suck one between my teeth, biting down and enjoying the way she mewls. I cling to her, desperate to destroy that dress and feel every inch of her warm skin.

She fumbles with my shirt, flicking the buttons open one-by-one before pushing it down my arms. I cast it away, and it slips down onto the floor along with my blazer.

Jenna places her palms on my chest and pushes me down. I reluctantly lie back, so far from finished with her, but I give in to her command as she balances over me. I’ll have my chance later.

Right now, she’s clearly in charge.

She playfully scratches her sharp nails down my chest, not nearly hard enough to hurt me, but I wince anyway to make her smile. Her hand pauses above my ribs, hovering for a moment over my Alpha Delta Xi letters before tracing them with one finger.

I twitch. “That tickles.”

She giggles. “What? This?”

I bite down as she does it again, fighting to smother that rising itch on my skin. “Yes, that.”

She tries it again. I grab her hands and pull her down so I can kiss her. She gives in, pressing her breasts against my chest and offering me her sweet tongue.

“Stop that,” I growl.

“This?” she whispers before kissing my neck.

I pause as her tongue flicks my earlobe. “No, you can... keep doing that.”

She continues with a few teasing laves on the way toward my collarbone. “How about this?” she asks the hollow of my neck.

“That’s fine,” I say with a full-body shudder.

Jenna travels downward, grinding our bodies as that wicked tongue paints my pecs. “Is this okay?” she hums.

“Uh-huh...”

She makes eye contact with me as she licks my letters. I laugh, my entire body throbbing now. Her knees slip off the bed. She lowers herself to the floor, bringing her sweet kisses to my navel. My Adonis belt. My...

“Then, what did you want me to stop?” she asks.

My mind goes blank. I can’t think of anything other than fucking that little mouth.

“I don’t remember,” I say.

Jenna chuckles, her warm breath tingling my shaft. “Well, if you remember...” her tongue touches my tip; the lightest feather-like touch but it sends a bolt of lightning through my groin, “let me know.”

“Okay,” I say, my voice far more high-pitched than intended, but who cares.

She kisses my thighs, little pecks meant to torture. They work as intended, of course. I grip the thick bedspread. I grit my teeth. My dick twitches repeatedly, searching for a warm hole to thrust into. But she won’t give it.

Fuck.

She’s gonna make me beg, isn’t she?

“Jenna,”I groan.

A giggle. A quick lash of the tongue between my balls.

“I need your mouth.”

She pauses, her wild eyes growing in size. “What?” she asks.

“Give it to me. Now.”

Her chest rises sharply. For a moment, her expression goes blank and I’m not sure if she’s about to purr like a kitten or bite my nuts off.

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” she says.

She opens her mouth, engulfing it around my cock. I instantly bump into the back of her throat as she takes me deep, that hard suction nearly yanking me off the bed along with her. I collapse, getting exactly what I wanted. That amazing mouth works me in and out. Up and down. Firm and soft in the best of ways.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

She moans in response, causing a few light vibrations to travel through me. I tighten. I swell. But I don’t come. No way. Not yet. Not... fuck, I just might.

As if she can read my thoughts, Jenna stops. She pulls me out of her mouth and rises off the carpet, quickly hopping back on top of me. She straddles my waist, pulling up that long skirt and aligning us together.

“Seth,” she whispers, “I need your cock.”

She lowers herself onto me, penetrating herself like a goddamn professional.

I laugh. What else am I supposed to do? “Hop on, baby,” I say. “Get yours.”

Jenna leans forward. She balances on me as she rounds her hips. In and out. Up and down. Her mouth opens, quick breaths and moans falling from her tongue. She grinds herself against my lower abs. I cup her breasts. I hold her up. Her pussy clenches. Her cheeks flush. I pinch her hard nipples and delight in the flurry of sounds she makes. I give her everything she needs. There’s no better view than this; than watching a woman use you to get herself off.

She comes with a whimper, the tension nearly snapping her in two. She stops riding as the constant twitching makes it impossible for her to focus. I sit up to take her limp body in my arms. I kiss her, tasting every moan on her tongue as she clings to me.

I plant her onto her back, grabbing her dress and pulling it down. It crumbles off her body, leaving her completely exposed. Her chest rises and falls as I let my hungry eyes drift her head to her toes. I need her.

I need her now.

I make my way onto my knees. I push her thighs apart, relishing in the view of her, warm and glistening. With my hands slid beneath her ass, I pull her body to the edge of the bed, bringing her sweetness to my mouth.

Jenna gasps in pleasure. She runs her fingers through my hair as I lick her over and over again. I thrust my tongue inside. I taste her everywhere, watching as she twists and writhes in my hands.

“Seth,”she begs, “lick my asshole.”

I lift her another inch closer, happy to oblige. My tongue finds that tight opening, and Jenna instantly quivers with delight. I poke and push, teasing as she moans and clenches.

“Stick your finger inside of me.”

Yes, ma’am.

I slide a finger into her pussy, rubbing hard against her G-spot as my tongue rolls against her clit. Her inner muscles pulse around my knuckles. She’s so close to coming again, so close to screaming my name and making me come, too.

Jenna laughs. “Not in there,” she says.

Oh.

Oh.

I pull my dripping fingers out. “Turn over,” I say.

Jenna grins as she obeys, wasting no time flipping over onto her hands and knees. She presents herself to me, her ass balanced over the edge of the bed, ready and waiting.

I take a wet finger and push it against her tight ass. She relaxes, allowing for it to slide in, and a few wicked jolts dance up her spine.

“More,”she moans.

My cock twitches. I take hold of it with my other hand, stroking myself as I finger-fuck her asshole. I’m hard and ready to burst, but I’m going to make this last.

I tap my tip against her slit. I rub it between her folds. She’s wet, far wetter than before. I nearly slip inside, but I hold back to extend this tease a little longer.

I give an inch. I take it away.

I give an inch. I take it away.

Jenna grabs a pillow. She shoves the corner into her mouth as she whimpers. She squeezes my finger so tightly, her hole nearly forces it out. I hold it in place, letting her ride out this orgasm.

But I won’t let her rest.

I stick my cock inside, filling her pussy with a single thrust. Jenna convulses, once again smothering herself with that pillow. I fuck her hard. I fuck her fast, giving both holes everything I’ve got. My heart races and my balls tighten, but I keep going. I keep fucking my girl, reminding her that’s what she is.

Mine.

Then Jenna shifts forward, pulling me out of both holes. She turns around, dropping to her knees by the bed. Before I can react, she takes hold of my surging cock and points it directly into her wide open mouth. I instantly shoot. My load fires across her face, staining her lips, her chin, her pink tongue. She sucks even more out of me as she looks up, her eyes begging for me to give her my cum.

Jenna fucking Abrams on her knees. Mine nearly buckle beneath my weight.

I’m yours.

“You... are filthy,” I say. She lets out a moan as she swallows and licks her lips clean. “You are a filthy girl.”

Jenna rises to her feet. I take the moment to admire her perfect naked body in front of me. She takes my hand and guides me with her toward the bathroom.

“Come clean me up,” she says, “and I’ll let you do it again.”

We reach the bathroom and I pause at the sight of a half-dozen lit candles set up around the corner bathtub, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Oh, you were busy up here, weren’t you, Fancy?” I say.

Jenna simply smiles.