Chapter 3: Rising Action
Jessica dragged Scar to her bed, sitting down in front of him, on the perfect height to unbutton his shirt and pants. She looked up at him with a smirk, her dark red hair framing her pale face like a halo of shadow. "You're sweating," she observed, her fingers already working the buttons of his shirt open one by one. The fabric parted to reveal the soft, slightly rounded expanse of his stomach, the dark blonde hair that dusted his chest. Scar swallowed hard, his breath hitching as her cold fingers brushed against his warm skin.
"Yeah, well, it's hot in here, now that we're both here" he whispered .
Jessica smirked, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. "Is it?" She leaned in, her breath hot against his chest as she pressed a soft kiss just above his belly button. "I think you're just nervous."
Scar exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers twitching at his sides. "I'm not nervous," he lied, his voice rough. "I just... don't usually do this."
Jessica laughed, low and throaty, as she pulled back just enough to look up at him. "Do what? Get your shirt unbuttoned by a girl who knows exactly what she wants?"
"No, normally I am the one in charge. Not only in front of the computer, but also in bed." Scar answered , his voice rough and low. Jessica smirked, her fingers tracing the waistband of his pants, her nails lightly scratching the soft skin just above the fabric. "Oh, I like that," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "But I think you’ll find that I’m very good at taking charge when I want to." She leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his stomach, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin. Scar’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. "Jessica—" he started, but his voice was cut off as she unbuttoned his pants, her fingers deftly working the zipper down.
The sound of the metal teeth parting was loud in the quiet room, and Scar’s breath came faster, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts.
"You’re not in charge right now," she murmured, her voice low and teasing as she tugged his pants down just enough to expose the growing bulge in his boxers. "You’re just here to let me do what I want."
Scar swallowed hard, his throat working as he tried to find words. "I—"
Jessica smirked, her fingers tracing the outline of him through the fabric. "You what?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
"You what, Scar? You’re not used to being told what to do?"
Scar exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing at his sides. "I’m used to being in control," he admitted, his voice rough. "But I’m not complaining."
Jessica smirked, her fingers curling around the waistband of his boxers. "Good. Because I don’t want you to complain." She tugged them down just enough to free him, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned in. "I want you to enjoy this."
Scar’s breath hitched as her lips brushed against him, light as a whisper.
His fingers twitched at his sides, fighting the urge to thread them through her dark red hair, to guide her, to take back some semblance of control. But he didn’t. Because Jessica had made it very clear—this was her show.
And God, he was enjoying it.
She pulled down his underwear, revealing his big 9 inch dick.
Jessica looked at it in excitement. Analyzed every vein on his dick, admiring what she will soon put down her tiny throat.
She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the edge of her mouth as she imagined the taste of him. She could already feel the weight of him on her tongue, the way he would pulse against her lips as she took him deeper.
She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside. Scar’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into fists at his sides as he fought the urge to push into her touch.
Jessica smirked, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "You’re so hard for me," she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
"I can feel it in your pulse." Her fingers tightened slightly, just enough to make him groan, and she grinned at the sound. "You like that, don’t you? Being touched like this."
Scar swallowed hard, his throat working as he tried to keep his voice steady. "You know I do," he admitted, his fingers flexing at his sides. "But I’m not used to just… standing here like this."
Jessica laughed, the sound light and musical, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of him. "Oh, I know," she purred.
"But that’s the fun of it, isn’t it? Watching you squirm, watching you *want* something you can’t just take." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the underside of his cock in a slow, deliberate stroke. Scar’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Jessica—" he started, but his voice was lost in a groan as she took him deeper, her lips sealing around him with a wet, sucking sound.
Her hands slid up his thighs, nails digging in just enough to make him shudder. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her dark red lips glistening.
"You taste good," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "Like you’ve been thinking about this all day."
Scar’s fingers twitched at his sides, his knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the bed. "I—" he started, but his words dissolved into a groan as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock with deliberate slowness.
Jessica hummed in approval, the vibration sending a shudder through his entire body. She loved the way his muscles tensed under her touch, the way his breath hitched every time she changed the rhythm.
Her fingers traced the soft skin of his inner thighs, nails lightly scratching as she took him deeper, her lips sealed tight around him. The bed creaked softly beneath them, the only sound in the room besides the wet, obscene noises of her mouth working him.
Scar’s fingers flexed at his sides, his knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the bed. He tangles his fingers in that dark red hair, pulls her head towards him, forcing his dick down her throat .
She gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxes her throat, letting him slide deeper, her nails digging into his thighs as she takes him in.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough and low. “You’re so good at this.”
Jessica pulls back just enough to catch her breath, her lips glistening as she grins up at him. “You taste even better than I imagined,” she purrs, her voice thick with desire. She licks a slow stripe up the length of him, her tongue swirling around the tip before she takes him back into her mouth and throat.
Her hands grabbed both his cheeks, squeezing them firmly, joining the rhythm of Scar's hands, that were glued to her head, making her swallow his dick over and over again .
She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he fought to keep control. then, Scar gave her face one last pull towards his hips - where he held her, his long dick plunged deep into her throat. For Jessica it felt like ages as she started fighting for air. She tries to push him away, but his grip held her tightly. She felt she will pass out - and then he released her.
Jessica gasped for air, her throat raw, her eyes watering as she looked up at him. Her lips were swollen, glistening with saliva, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed under her touch.
Scar’s chest heaved, his fingers still tangled in her hair, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. His breath came in ragged bursts, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her.
Jessica smirked, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips, tasting him on her skin. "You’re not as gentle as I thought you’d be," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the deep throating.
"And I also didn't think you would be this big, like damn" she added, her fingers tracing the veins on his cock.
"I liked it." She whispered. "You did?" Scar asked, his voice rough with surprise. He loosened his grip on her hair, stroking through her hair. "I didn't know you like it rough and be humiliated like that. But I could get used to it" Scar smirks.
"You're not the only one who likes to be in control, you know. Sometimes it's nice to let go." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "And I think you liked it too. I could feel you relaxing around me, taking me deeper. You were made for this, Jessica. Made to be used like this."
Jessica shivered, her fingers tracing the length of his cock, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin. "You're right," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I did like it. I liked the way you took control, the way you made me take you deeper. It was...
intoxicating," Jessica admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The way her fingers traced the length of his cock was deliberate, teasing, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin. "I didn’t expect you to be so... commanding."
Scar smirked, his fingers still tangled in her hair, his grip firm but not painful. "You didn’t expect much of anything, did you?" he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. "You just wanted me to fix your computer, and now here we are."
Jessica laughed, the sound low and throaty, her breath warm against his skin. "And here we are," she echoed, her tongue flicking out to taste him again.
The salt and musk of his skin sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, heavy and possessive, and it made her pulse quicken.
Scar’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements with a firm but not unkind pressure. "You like this, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "Being used like this. Being told what to do."
Jessica hummed in agreement, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening. "I do," she admitted, her voice breathy. "But I also like knowing I can take it.
That I can handle you." Jessica's fingers traced the length of him, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin. "I like being in control too, you know. Just not all the time."
Scar exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening in her hair just enough to make her eyes water. "Oh, I know," he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. "But right now, you're mine. And I'm going to use you however I want. Now move your pretty butt onto the bed, I want you to get naked too. I want to unpack your big tiddies from that sexy dress of yours" Scar commanded her. Jessica smirked, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress as she slowly inched it up, revealing the soft skin of her thighs inch by inch. "You're bossy when you're turned on," she teased, her voice low and sultry. "I like it." The fabric slid up her body, the sound of the zipper parting loud in the quiet room. Scar's breath hitched as her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. Her skin was pale in the dim lighting, her curves soft and inviting. Jessica kicked the dress aside and made herself comfortable on the bed. "The rest you can you yourself, Scar" she said.
"I want to see you work. I want to see you use me like a toy. I want to see you take what you want from me. I want to see you fuck me like you own me." Jessica whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "Use me. Do it." She begs, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto his.