Chapter 12: Emily (part 2)

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

“Jacob, we know you’re in there!” “Yo man, you done yet?”

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

“Come on brah, we got shit to blow up.”

“Jesus Christ,” muttered a waking Jacob.

“Who is that??” asked Emily, eyes darting around looking for her robe, currently under her.

“That is my friends,” said Jacob, “the ones I play with.”

“Got to get those fights in today.”

“Alright, alright guys,” said Jacob as he approached the door. “You got my attention.”

“Yo man, what’s going on in there?”

“I’m a little busy. Sorry, it’s taking longer than I thought. You can help by going away now.”

He heard general grumbling through the door. “Whatever, just don’t forget about us, brah.”

“I won’t,” said Jacob.

Emily had found her robe, as well as the puddle of cum that had found its way onto it. She had not yet decided whether to cover herself with it anyway.

“Sorry about that,” he said. “I think they’re gone. I’ll deal with them later.”

As he wandered back to bed, her eyes were drawn to his limp dick, which was stuck to his ball sac at an odd angle. While Emily might find the arrangement curious, and a younger Jacob would be embarrassed, Jacob the breeder thought nothing of such sticky situations. He was more interested in his mate.

“I was scared they were gonna come in here,” said Emily.

“They wouldn’t,” he assured her. “Not unless someone called them in. Walking in on a breeding is a big no-no.”

“Even if we already did it?” she asked.

“They don’t know that,” said Jacob as he sprawled out next to her on the bed.

“So what now?”

“Whatever you want. Except room service. They don’t do that here—or, at least, not the kind of room service you’d want.”

“Um, yeah,” she said, “I don’t think I want to know about that.”

“I want to know more about you,” said Jacob, as he reached over to play with Emily’s hair.

“Oh? Like what?” she replied.

“You said something earlier about how you were thinking about having sex even before you got called in?”

“I mean, I did think about sex—like, I knew it was a thing. I didn’t think I’d be doing it.”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you said you were thinking about having sex.”

“Okay...”

“Did you mean you were thinking about what it might be like to have sex?” asked Jacob.

“I guess so,” replied Emily.

“I get this picture of you spraying yourself in the shower thinking about what it would be like to be full of hard cock.”

“It’s not like that.”

“No? Then what is it like?”

“I don’t really think about anything in the shower. It just feels good.”

“And when you do think about something sexy, suddenly you need a shower?”

“Maybe...” she admitted with a smile.

“Too bad we don’t have showers here, at least for the guests.”

“No room service? No showers?” she teased. “I’m never staying in this hotel again.”

“Sometimes I wonder how we stay in business,” he remarked. By now he was caressing the closer of her breasts, tracing his finger around the areola puff.

“Be careful. They get sore.”

“I will. I only want to give you pleasure.”

“By shoving a log up my vag?”

“In my defense, I only shoved half the log up your vag. Maaaybe two-thirds.”

Emily shivered. “I wonder what the whole thing is like. Not that I want to try it.”

“I don’t think you could take it all, to be honest. Nothing against you; I just think you need to grow a little more.”

“I could take it right now,” she said in the direction of his soft member.

“I couldn’t push it in you right now. That’s now how it works.”

“I know how it works.”

“Prove it,” said Jacob with a grin. “Grab that bottle of lube over there and get us ready.”

“Yeah, make me do all the work,” groused Emily as she went to fetch the bottle.

Jacob lay back as Emily squatted next to him and squirted a bit of lube into her hand. When she tried applying it to his still-sticky cock, she found it necessary to dispense more. Meanwhile, his hand found the curve of her bottom. His cock began to show signs of life.

“I can feel it twitching,” she giggled. “That’s so cute. I mean, it doesn’t look cute, but—”

“Quit while you’re ahead,” Jacob advised.

Emily pouted, but she continued to manipulate his manhood, and it continued to grow. She felt and stroked, stopping occasionally for more lube. He enjoyed her attention, her inexperience no hindrance to his building desire.

When Emily felt the hardness of his cock, she stroked it slowly, her senses taking it in. It twitched, but she did not giggle. For a moment her concentrated expression was mixed with fear, as she imagined her vagina—her body—stretching around his cock’s full volume.

Setting aside her caution, Emily straddled Jacob’s legs. She squirted out more lube, this time applying it around the front of her pussy. Emily stroked absentmindedly around her clit, enjoying the wetness. When she remembered she had an audience, she blushed and smiled. When she remembered she had a new toy, she shifted up Jacob’s body so that her pussy pressed against the underside of his cock.

Jacob observed her explorations with rapt attention. As Emily began sliding over his cock, he thought that the vision of this angel moving over him was just as sexy as the intimate touch. He took pleasure in her play as well as the familiar sensation of wet heat down below. It was good that he had already cum not long ago, or he would have had to be careful not to spill his seed.

Emily’s eyes were closed as she pleasured herself against his rod. She was crouched over his hips, leaning slightly forward as she rocked forward and back. Now and then she shivered.

Her small breasts begged to be licked—he didn’t dare risk interfering with her motions by using his hands—but they were out of his tongue’s reach. Tantalizing though they might seem, Jacob reminded himself that he was not cursed for all time: he would have his chance to play.

Emily stopped to apply more lube, grinning at Jacob before closing her eyes and returning her little pussy to his manly shaft, pressing harder this time. Inspired by an accidental movement, she began to wiggle side to side as she slid forward and back. Jacob caught glimpses of her little hairless labia peeking around his manhood.

The richer sensations of this second round quickly ignited Emily’s fireworks. She jerked and bucked as her muscles spasmed, and Jacob lay back and enjoyed the show. One explosion caused her to briefly jump off his cock before she pressed herself back onto him. Emily milked her climax for all it was worth, continuing to slide against his hardness until her abs settled down. Even when she collapsed onto Jacob’s chest, there were aftershocks that rippled through both their bodies. Jacob held her, nuzzling his face into her messy hair.

They stayed like that, Emily melted on top of Jacob, until his cock twitched between their bellies and reminded them it was still ready for action.

“Someone’s excited,” she said into his chest.

“I’ve got a good reason,” he said into her hair.

She wiggled in appreciation. After a moment, she said, “I want to help you with that, but I’m kind of dead here.”

“Are you sure? You don’t sound dead.”

“Only kind of. Your turn to do the work.”

Jacob sighed dramatically. “If you insist...”

He reached for a pillow and positioned it at hip level, then moved a reluctant Emily onto it, face down. She settled in, and he kissed her on the lips before getting up. Finding the bottle of lube, he spread Emily’s legs and positioned himself between them.