5 - One More Time

~Enzo~

That was even better than I expected, and my expectations were pretty fucking high to begin with. My cock is still inside her, still wrapped up in her warmth as I run my hands down the flawless skin of her back, and all I can think about is having her again.

That wasn’t the plan. This was meant to be a one-time thing to get Jessica out of my system before I go back to Italy and leave the mess of my marriage behind. My men will take care of everything that needs to be done here and I can go back to where I’m needed, unencumbered by Chelsea or any other woman.

As soon as Jessica leaves here, it’s finished, so maybe… maybe she doesn’t have to leave just yet. 

I’m not a man who lacks discipline. I have never had trouble denying myself anything before, but as my body continues to bask in the pleasure of what we’ve just done, I find myself making excuses.

Leaning down, I kiss Jessica’s neck as I pull out of her, nipping at the sensitive flesh with my teeth, and she shivers beneath me. “Do you need to get home right away?”

Still lying flat across my desk, she turns her head so she can see me. “I’m not going home.”

Of course she isn’t. Normally, I don’t like when people correct me, but from her, right now, I’ll take it.

“Wherever you’re going, then. Are you in a hurry?”

“Why?” 

Despite the level of intimacy we’ve just shared, she’s being cautious and I respect that. I repay her with candor. 

“Because I’d like to fuck you again, but I’m going to need a few minutes first. I can get us a drink.”

Her lips curve up into a smile that makes my cock twitch even in its present lifeless state. “When you put it that way, I have no plans.”

I lean down again, dipping my head to capture her mouth in an appreciative kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving her there, I cross the office to grab a drink. Scotch is my drink of choice so I pour us both one before taking them both to the leather sofa and sitting down with my legs spread, offering Jessica a silent invitation to join me. Amusement dances in her eyes as she makes her way over, my cum still between her legs. 

“You’re not worried about getting the furniture dirty?”

I shrug, holding out one of the glasses to her. “I pay people to clean it, so I’ll use it however I like.”

Jessica takes the drink and sits down beside me, taking a sip of it while I take a larger mouthful. The perfectly asked whiskey burns my throat just as I want it to; the pleasure and the pain, the perfect mix. 

“You always get what you want, don’t you.”

It’s not a question. Her voice doesn’t raise at the end. She’s simply making an observation, one that’s not far off the mark. “Usually,” I correct. “Not always. Exhibit one is my marriage.”

“You didn’t want to marry Chelsea?”

Given how beautiful she is and what a good fuck she is, I’d almost forgotten how smart she is too. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. If you loved her, if you really wanted her, you would have made it work. I can’t imagine anyone cheating on you unless you wanted them to.”

She flatters me, but I like it. I like this confident, analytical side of her and I’m curious to know how far she can take this conclusion. “And why would I want her to?”

“Because you never wanted the marriage in the first place?” Fuck, she’s good, but a moment later, she frowns. “But then, I can’t figure out what would make you agree to it if you didn’t want it. I can’t imagine you doing anything you don’t want to do.”

“Careful, Jessica, or you’ll inflate my ego so much I’ll be even more insufferable.”

“I suppose that’s possible. You’ve already got one big head, I wouldn’t want you to have two.”

Her eyes drop to my cock as she speaks, her lips twitching with amusement, and I almost laugh as well. She’s so close to perfect, it almost hurts. If I didn’t have to go…

I quickly push that thought out of my mind. Asking her to stay for round two is one thing, but staying in the States longer than planned is quite another. I can’t lose sight of what’s truly important.

“How big do you think you can get this head?” I ask her straight out, reaching down to lift my cock. It responds to my touch, already twitching back to life thanks to the incredibly sexy sight of Jessica Williams, naked on my couch, drinking my Scotch and eyeing my cock like it’s the tastiest thing she’s seen in years. “I think we should find out. I think you should suck it until it’s hard enough to impale you on again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she admits, licking her lips, not even trying to pretend she doesn’t want it. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

That’s a fair point. “Will you let me take a picture first?” I told her we didn’t have to, but I still rather like the idea of sending something to Chelsea and Kyle, not to mention to have a memento of this night for myself. “I promise it will be tasteful.”

Her eyebrows raise in disbelief, but she agrees anyway. Putting my drink down, I go back to my desk and grab my phone from where it fell to the floor along with the papers I pushed off earlier. Taking my seat again, I pull Jessica to me, turning her body so her breasts are flat against my chest. It’s obvious that we’re naked but you can’t actually see anything. 

“Tilt your head back,” I instruct, and when she does, I lean down to kiss her neck, snapping photos as I do. When I check to see how they turned out, even I’m surprised at how good we look together. They’re fucking perfect. “I’ll send those in the morning. Right now, I want your mouth on my cock. I want you to choke on it.”

A shudder of anticipation runs through her as I place the phone down, but only after I turn on the audio recording. The pictures will be a great memory of tonight, but the audio will be even better. It will be just for me, when I want to remember.

Getting onto her hands and knees, Jessica begins to lick at my cock while I lean back in satisfaction. It feels amazing and it looks incredible too. I love knowing that she’s licking off her own orgasm from earlier after she coated me in it. I love that she’s secretly filthy enough not to complain about it.

She’s too fucking perfect.

“Harder,” I command as the blood begins to pump back to my cock, my arousal building. “Suck it harder.”

As she does, I fist her hair, pulling it back so I can watch her work. The sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth, the sound of her gagging on it as it fills her completely, the constricting feel of her throat as she takes me in deep, it’s fucking heaven, and if I let her go on too much longer, I’m going to finish again right there and then. 

Roughly, I lift her up by the throat and pull her to me, yanking one leg over until she’s straddling me, and without any further warning, I pull her down onto my stiff and ready cock. 

“God, that feels so fucking good,” I groan as her tight pussy slides over me. “Fuck, yes.”

As I thrust up into her, my hips raising off the couch, she digs her fingernails into my chest, her eyes closing in pleasure.

“Eyes on me,” I remind her. “Don’t look away until I tell you to. Now, ride me like the goddess that you are.”

I’m immediately rewarded with the sight and feel of her bouncing on my dick, her perfect breasts keeping time, hard nipples begging for me to reach out and touch them. I pinch one with my fingers and tug on it, forcing a groan from her.

Leaning forward, I bite her nipple, then lick and suck it, working it until she’s whining and writhing on top of me. Her pussy, tight and wet and clenching, is milking me, pulling me in deeper with every stroke, coaxing my orgasm out even though she hasn’t taken hers yet.

Before I completely lose control, I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing my fingers over it in time with her movements, and her body starts to tremble.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her breath picking up. “Oh, God, I’m going to come.”

“Not until I say you can,” I growl.

Her eyes go wide in surprise but she obeys me, her body tensing even more than before.

“Please,” she whimpers. “I’m so close. Please, let me come.”

I keep my pace, my fingers working her clit as my cock thrusts into her tight, wet pussy, and just as she starts to shake all over, I lean in and whisper in her ear.

“Now,” I command, and her body follows my word, stiffening and shaking at the same time as she comes on my cock. “Ah, yes,” I groan as I feel her pussy clench and release, her orgasm more powerful than I was expecting. “That’s it.”

I drive my hips up one last time as I let go too, and I swear I leave my body for just a second. The whole room goes white, only slowly coming back into focus as her naked body collapses against mine, completely spent. 

We sit there like that for several minutes, just breathing and enjoying the feel of each other’s sweat-slicked bodies, until, reluctantly, I lift her off of me. 

“There’s a shower in the bathroom through that door. Go and get yourself cleaned up.”

I see the flash of disappointment in her eyes, and I know exactly how it feels. I’m feeling it too but there’s nothing else I can do. This was all we could ever be, and I’m glad we had this one night, at least. Hopefully, she’ll enjoy the memory of it just as much as I will.

As Jessica showers, I clean myself up and get dressed. I’ll shower properly before I leave for the airport, but for now, I simply need to move on. Making sure she has all the papers I put together for her, I give her one last, soft kiss as I lead her to the door.

“I would tell you to take that bastard for all he’s worth, but I know it’s not much.” 

She shrugs sheepishly in acknowledgement. “I didn’t marry him for his money.”

“Obviously.” We share a quick smile before I force myself to end things, once and for all. “Good luck, Jessica. I hope you find happiness.”

“You too, Enzo. Thank you for… everything.”

“The pleasure was entirely mine.” I hold her gaze for just a second longer before opening the door, my mind fighting against my body. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Her soft words of parting are the last thing I hear before closing the door after her. 

“... and goodbye,” I whisper into the stillness of my empty office. 

As incredible as this night has been, I know I’ll never see her again.