The Tenant - Chapter 8

Sasha’s glossy lips curled into a dark smile, a hint of cruelty leaking into her surprised eyes. Her expression transformed from one of caring to one of superiority. She pressed her fingers to Jeff’s chest, the forceful compression of those slender digits leaving him breathless as the air wooshed from his lungs.

“Was she a good fuck?” Her voice was haughty, but it almost seemed to contain a hint of jealousy.

Jeff blinked. “She?”

“Yes, her. Or have you forgotten already?”

Jeff cocked his head to the side, unsure what Sasha was getting at. “Well, if you’re talking about you and me, yeah…”

“Oh, that wasn’t me, Jeff. You have no idea the things I would do to you. Shall I demonstrate?”

Sasha clenched the sinuous muscles within her carved stomach, gripping him painfully tightly before slipping off his length. Jeff grimaced, the breathtaking combination of pleasure and pain causing his head to spin.

“This body is rather perfect, wouldn’t you say?” Sasha said, her stunning face lit from below by the scarlet tattoo. “I have to admit it’s an upgrade from my last one. I like it.”

She extended an arm, drifting a fingernail over its sculpted flesh with a dark look in her shadowed eyes. They refocused on Jeff, sparkling with mysterious intent. “Quite the upgrade over the blonde bitch too, eh?”

Sasha feathered her long fingers through Jeff’s hair before clenching them into a steely grip. She lifted his head from the cushions, pulling it closer to her face. Lips curling into a sneer, she whispered. “I can’t believe you didn’t even know who she was. Must have hurt to find out.”

She threw his head back to the sofa, where it whiplashed slightly from the force. “You’re welcome.”

Jeff squinted, his scalp still aching from her fingers. He was so confused. Sasha was acting like a completely different person! Was she unhinged? Multiple personality disorder? “I’m welcome? For what?”

“For forcing her hand, of course. You would never have found out without me. She would have just kept lying to you. Married you even.”

She slid her long legs upward, her knees tucking into his armpits.

“Can you imagine? Marrying a woman like that? Dishonest? Deceitful? Attached at the hip with another man?”

Jeff shifted, attempting to pull his body from beneath her. But it was no use, strength far beyond his had him pinned to the sofa. There was nothing he could do.

She smiled nefariously, moistening her lips with a languid lick. “Actually, when I put it like that, it does sound a little exciting, I suppose. Playing games to keep you in the dark.”

Reaching for his hand, she drew it slowly upward, drifting his fingertips over her hip to her firm, slender waist. “We already know that I excite you.”

She continued to raise his hand, brushing it over the sleek outer arc of her succulent breast. Did it quiver slightly at his touch? He felt goosebumps rising along her smooth flesh.

“I’ve excited many men. Powerful men,” she continued, her voice a spine-tingling purr. “But you, I’ve taken a particular liking to.”

She curled her back over him, licking his trembling lips with her long tongue, a single fingertip stroking his neck, keeping him pinned to the cushions as he shook beneath her. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to escape or reach up to kiss her, but he could do neither at the moment.

“It’s strange really. At first you were simply a tool, my means to an end…”

She whispered the words into his ear, swirling her tongue along its edge.

“At first, I could barely manage enough control to move the game forward. But now? I’ve taken full command of this body. And I actually think you’ll be fun.” Her smile was Cheshire now, her nose wrinkling as if she were speaking to an adorable puppy—if it weren’t for the blazing darkness within her eyes.

Jeff attempted a deep breath, wanting desperately to find some strength in himself to resist her. But all it did was fill his senses with her scent. Dark. Tantalizing. Delicious. He felt his body respond.

Her lips glided over his forehead, her smooth thighs grinding against his torso as she moved. Beads of perspiration formed over his brow as he gazed up at her helplessly.

“Almost as much fun as seeing the look in Emiline’s eyes when she sees what I’ve taken from her.”

Jeff started, the mention of his fiancé by name momentarily shaking him out of his desire-addled haze. “Why do you hate Emiline so much?” He cowered even as he asked it, only thinking better of the question as it left his timid lips.

“Maybe I’ll tell you…” she said, grinning evilly, shifting her bare hips forward, a sensual undulation rolling upward through her sculpted core as she looked down her nose at him. “Maybe I’ll leave you to figure it out on your own…”

“But first things first,” she chided, making a soft clucking sound with her tongue. “I’ve pleasured you. Wouldn’t you like to return the favor?”

Jeff simply gaped at her, blinking uncomprehendingly.

“It’s my turn,” she breathed huskily, pulling his hand from her achingly perfect breast to brush his fingertips against her plump lips. “After all I’ve done for you, it’s the least you can do for me, isn’t it? It would be the right thing to do, would it not?”

She kissed his fingers before sucking his shaking digits into her mouth, rolling her warm tongue over them with delicate precision. Jeff’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his eyelashes fluttering with pleasure as her thumbs massaged his palm, her tongue caressing his fingers.

After a long, painfully pleasurable moment, the deliriously sensual massage of his hand ended, his trembling flesh emerging from her lips, bathed in hot, delicious saliva. Jeff squirmed within the inescapable cage of her long limbs, impossibly aroused once again, scant moments from his recent climax. Thrills of erotic ecstasy rippled through his body as the sensitive tip of his member dug into the underside of her firm flesh.

“Tell me you want it, Jeffrey,” she rasped, her words possessed of an undertone of excitement. She seemed as turned on by what she was doing to him as he was. “Tell me you want to pleasure me.”

She placed his hand on the lush arc of her breast once more, using his index finger to draw spirals of her own saliva that ended at the tip of her erect nipple. She moaned, her chin rising in the darkness. Sasha’s thick tresses shimmered as they fell further down her toned back.

“I do,” he said, his quavering voice breathy, unable to resist the cravings her body inspired within him.

“Tell me you want to drink from my body.” Her eyes fluttered shut, her silky thighs tensing, eliciting a sharp gasp from him before she relaxed her grip.

This time, it was Jeff’s turn to moan, his throbbing member settling between the twin cheeks of her luscious ass as it hovered over his abdomen. “I… do…” he whispered, the pleasure radiating from the touches of her body almost too much to bear.

“Tell me you want me more than your unfaithful fiancé.”

Jeff grimaced, stung by her words. But he was too far gone to stop now. This strange girl held him completely under her spell. He was speechless, weak, unable to move. He had no chance against her. What choice did he really have?

“I want you...” The words were thick with emotion, the final more of a choke than actual speech. “...more…”

With that, she plunged her sleek hips over Jeff’s quivering mouth. Her sex simmered as it pressed against his lips. He sighed as he extended his tongue, shuddering as it made contact with her steamy folds. Her taste was as sweet as it was tangy, as delicious as the rest of her.

Unable to move anything but his head, he zigzagged his tongue over her entrance, feeling her lower abs contract and relax with his oral ministrations. As he dipped it into her waiting slit, he felt her tremble, a breathy sigh emerging from her shiny lips.

Jeff was helpless, but he suddenly felt powerful, trading away the ability to move for the ability to make this gorgeous creature quiver with arousal. Right now, that seemed far better than the strength to move mountains.

He reached her clit, giving it a firm press of his unfurling tongue. Her hips thrust eagerly forward in response, knocking his head back to the cushions of the sofa. The groan from above him, however, told him that it was enthusiasm, not rejection that had fueled the action, so he continued his work.

Diving into her, raking the underside of her clitoris with the surface of his tongue, he pushed as far into her divine body as he could manage. Her inner muscles slithered over his extended tongue, tightening over it. He massaged them from within, swirling his tongue against her inner walls with all his might, feeling her luscious body respond to his probing, pressing stimulus.

She began to pant, her hips rolling. Jeff fought to replicate her motion, raising and lowering his chin in time with her movements, feeling as if he were attempting to maintain contact with a ship as it rose the crests of ocean waves. But he managed it, curling the back of his tongue upward to grind the tip of her aroused clit.

“Unnnnnnngggggh,” she groaned, another shudder passing through her delicious form. He felt her legs gripping him painfully tight again, the frame of the couch creaking as her toes curled, digging hard into its cushions.

His straining erection rubbed against the satin skin over her succulent ass as her lower body rose and fell in ever more aggressive undulations until he wasn’t certain whether he could hold his own climax any longer.

“More,” her voice was strained. Throaty. Saturated with need.

For at least this one moment, she needed him. The thought filled him with pride, burrowing through the erotic electricity radiating from between his clenching hips. But it was gone in a moment, consumed by the all-enveloping power of salacious friction.

Withdrawing his tongue from her body, he slammed it upward, thrusting his chin outward to give it every ounce of momentum he could.

“Oh, fuck!” the brunette beauty screamed, every sculpted muscle within her magnificent form bursting into visible relief. Her body exploded into chaotic spasms, her hips bucking into his mouth so hard that her steely muscles split his lip. His head flew through the cushion to crack the wood below. Sasha’s body gripped his in a rib-bending embrace, his vision bursting into stars with the unintentional blow to his head.

Sasha’s body thrashed over his, the girl enjoying his orgasmic gift more than he ever imagined. A wash of fragrant hair splashed over his face as she rolled off the sofa onto the floor, her curvaceous, hyper-fit body clenching and clutching in a breathtakingly powerful series of shudders as her scarlet tattoo blazed into blinding brilliance.

The touch of Sasha’s luscious body as it rolled over his own was too much for Jeff to withstand.His battered body erupted in a mind-bendingly powerful orgasm of his own.

Their bodies squirming in ecstasy on the sofa and on the floor, neither noticed the quiet opening of the front door. A golden haired figure in a tiara stepped inside, reaching over to flick the lightswitch, bathing the bucking duo in shockingly bright light.

It was Fantasti-Femme. Or, well, Emiline.

And she looked pissed.

[Author's note: I'll be posting the next chapter this weekend. And it will be a doozy! ;) ]