One Shots

“So, do you really not go down on women?”

Jamie Benn resisted the urge to bang his head against the table, knowing it would be frowned upon by the waitstaff in the five star restaurant in downtown Dallas. One Tweet, one stupid, thoughtless remark and it had been haunting him ever since. He really didn’t need this right now, not after he had been chasing Jessie for months, had finally gotten her to agree to a date, and especially not after they had been having such a damn good time. Difficult woman that she was, she just had to make this tough on him, huh? Just his dumb luck, he figured.

He answered casually, “You should stay off the internet.”

Jessie flashed him those pearly whites that drawn him to her in the first place and gave her long brown bob a playful shake, brushing her shaggy bangs to one side. “Why would I when it’s so…enlightening.”

Jamie took in some of his wine, his third glass of the night that had him lightheaded. Although, he thought, it could be those stunning green eyes teasing him all night that were actually messing with his equilibrium. “If you wanna know something about me, you should just ask.”

“I believe I just did. If you’re so concerned about what I’ve been learning about you online, go ahead, feel free to correct any misconceptions I might have about you.”

“Any misconceptions or that one in particular?”

“I don’t really care about whether or not you have a boner for Seguin. Let’s stick to the oral dilemma. Do you or don’t you?”

He attempted a joke. “First of all, I don’t have a boner for Seguin, I have a broner.”

“Still not interested in your linemate, Jamie. Are you avoiding the topic on purpose because you don’t think I’ll like your answer?”

“I’m not avoiding anything.” He took another sip of wine, ignoring Jessie’s mocking smile as she sipped her own. He meet her eyes across the table, leaned in a little closer as she did the same. “I prefer not to.”

Jessie muffled an amused snicker behind her hand. “Wow, you prefer not to…pleasure women. I see. Well, that is unfortunate.”

“What’s unfortunate about it? We’ve been having a great time, even you won’t deny that. No reason the evening can’t continue to be enjoyable for both of us.”

“We have been, you’re right.” She leaned in again, keeping her voice hardly louder than a whisper. “It’s unfortunate because I don’t fuck men who don’t eat pussy. So, I hope you’ve really, really enjoyed your dinner, because it’s going to be the only time you’ll receive pleasure in my company.”

Jamie sat back, dumbfounded. Jessie gave him a sweet, partially sad smile. He realized, she was being serious. The woman he had been obsessing over for months was ending things before they even began all because he wouldn’t put his mouth on her pussy. A wounded ego can be a dangerous thing, especially in men. Jamie avoided her eyes, brushed the front of suit coat, adjusted his tie, cleared his throat. “You’re telling me because I won’t…you’re done, entirely, for good?”

“I am. It’s a matter of principle, Jamie. And it’s not just you, because sadly you’re not the first man I’ve had to cut off because they think they’re too good to get down and dirty.”

“I don’t think I’m too good for it.”

“Explain to me your reasoning then. I’m not saying you’ll change my mind, but I’ll hear you out.”

Jamie looked around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. The only thing worse than having to justify your sexual proclivities to a woman over an otherwise civilized dinner was the conversation making the front page of the gossip sites. “Alright, if you must know…it’s the smell. The taste.” He shook his head as if he were experienced the unpleasantness just then. “Everything. I don’t enjoy it.”

“Jamie, I would never pressure anyone to do something in bed that they weren’t comfortable with, but those are really stupid reasons.” He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “Based on your line of thinking a woman’s…” she gestured to her lap with her eyes, “is dirty and smelly and yet…you’ll stick your dick in it. That just doesn’t make any sense, because if it’s that repulsive, why bother with it at all? And by the way, women, down there, are cleaner than even your mouth.”

“Jessie -”

“You probably expect women to go down on you? Swallow your come?”

Jamie shifted in his seat, irrationally embarrassed. “Yes, I do.”

Jessie shook her head at him. “Typical. Please tell me you see the hypocrisy in that?” He didn’t answer, but his eyes told her she was getting through to him. “When was the last time you did it?”

“Years ago.”

“How many women have it done it with?”

He didn’t have to think long for his answer. “Just one.”

Jessie nodded. “Again, by your reasoning, all women taste the same, smell the same, have the same level of hygiene. Did it ever occur to you that maybe you just got a bad apple and now you’re unwilling to try the rest of the bunch?”

“Honestly? No. The experience was so bad it just turned me off to it and I never had a desire to try again. Besides, why would I bother? I’ve never, ever had any problem pleasuring a woman.”

She had to admit, Jamie did look incredibly handsome all puffed up and proud of himself. “Hmm, I believe you. But you know what I think? I think you’re afraid that you won’t be any good at it.” Jamie scoffed and rolled his eyes at that assertion. Jessie continued, “I’m serious. It’s not easy and not all of you are man enough to rise on the occasion.” She shrugged absentmindedly. “That’s just my two cents about it.”

Jamie’s night had gone from frustrating to infuriating in a blink of an eye. First she was refusing to sleep with him over this and then she was insulting his manhood, his sexual skills, his pride? This did not sit well with him. At all. He composed himself as best he could, trying to mask the simmering rage that was swelling in his chest. He slid his chair around the small round table, put his mouth against her ear.

“You come home with me tonight and I’ll have you screaming my name so fast you’ll never again doubt how much of a man I am.”

Jessie turned to survey him and inched her hand along his thigh under the white table cloth. “Jamie…unless you’re planning to put that pretty, pouty little mouth between my thighs, I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man in Dallas.” Her palm now covered his half hard cock and pressed down gently. “I’m using the ladies room. Think on that while I’m gone.” She stood, straightening her clingy purple cocktail dress as she walked towards the back of the restaurant.

Jamie moved his chair back to where it belong and watched her walk away. Jessie, alone in the restroom, smoothed down her hair and applied a fresh coat of lipgloss. Part of her hoped Jamie would just take her home, as there are few things that irked her more than a man who wouldn’t go down on a woman and it was the main reason she refused his advances for so long. Still, another part of her wanted that beautiful, hunky man to fulfill his promise of making her scream. Either way, she figured she’d be satisfied with how the night turned out.

When she returned to the table, Jamie was standing alongside it, holding out her coat. She raised an eyebrow at him. “So, are you taking me home or to your house?”

Those dark brown eyes of his burrowed into her. “My house, to prove to you what sort of man I am.”

The drive from the restaurant to Jamie’s Dallas home was brief, the silence intense and meaningful. He didn’t speak until they were inside his home and he was leading her up the stairs towards his bedroom. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not doing this because you refused to fuck me.”

Jessie had a hard time believing him. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.”

He stopped short just inside his large, but spartan bedroom, pulling her roughly against him. “It’s the truth. I’m doing it to prove a point.”

“Which is?”

“That I’m not afraid of anything, least of all underperforming.”

“We’ll see about that.” He was still holding her against his big body, looking down into her eyes with an almost harsh glare. One palm was flat and firm against her lower back, while the other wrapped around her wrist, not delicately. The force of him had quickened her breath almost instantly. “You like to play rough, don’t you?”

His grip seemed to tighten when he saw how much it was turning her on. “I know you do.”

“Guilty as charged.” She licked her lips and took in his serious stare. “Tell me something, are you planning on kissing me first or just getting down to business and then telling me to leave when you’re done proving your point?”

“You mean is this a seduction or tutorial?”

“Exactly.”

“You can tell me which it is when I’m done with you, which won’t be until dawn at the earliest.”

He leaned down, taking her mouth with his for the first time. And…damn her, it was better than he had been imagining all this time. Her plush lips were soft and giving, her tongue bending to his will, letting him take control and overpower her. He was still tipsy from the wine and in danger of becoming drunk on the lust she was exuding.

He tilted his head, strove deeper into her luscious mouth. Jessie brought her hands to his hips and then moved upwards over his dress shirt until she reached her shoulders. She shoved his suit coat down and off as her mouth never left his. Christ, the man was a pompous child most of the time, but he could kiss like no one she had ever known. Such a pity his mouth hadn’t been properly utilized until this night.

When his arms were free, Jamie slowly parted their lips. “I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”

“And?”

“Perfection.”

His compliment brought a slight blush to her cheeks and chest that did not escape his notice. Bringing his mouth to her neck now he reached behind her to pull the zipper of her dress down and then caress her bare back with his palms.

Jessie grabbed the dress at the shoulders and tugged it down her arms until they were free and she could let the material fall to the fall around her feet. Jamie pulled back to eye her up, drinking in her bared breasts and scantily covered cunt. Yet he ached to see even more of her. He offered her his hand so she could steady herself as she stepped out of the dress.

Without thinking, he came to his knees so he could pull down her thong. There in front of him was her exposed pussy, smoothly shaved and flush with blood due to her arousal. He cupped her sex with a palm, looking up at her, watching her squirm and grind herself down onto his hand that was still flat against her.

He stood now, backing her up until she hit the bed and then sat down on it. He came to his knees again, plucking off her high heels one at time before bringing his mouth to the inner ankle bone of her right leg.

Jessie leaned back on her hands, propping both feet up on his shoulders as his tongue worked up her leg. She held back a moan, unwilling to show him how quickly and easily he was pleasing her. When his lips reached the soft skin of her inner thigh, he went back to her other ankle to start over again. By the time he was back near her pussy, he stopped again, standing once more and allowing her back herself up further onto the bed.

He loosened his tie and slipped it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. As he walked towards the bed, he started to unbutton his shirt and was still working it open when he came to kneel between her wide open thighs. Untucking the shirt, he left it open and on his arms as he moved in to kiss her again.

Jessie took her opportunity to stroke the smooth skin of his chest that was stretched over hard muscle. After he had sated himself with the taste of her mouth, he sat up to work his cuffs loose, which was strangely erotic to Jessie, watching him undress so precisely and slowly.

Freed of his shirt, he planked over her with those beautiful tattoos of his on display. “Feel free to be as loud as you like, Jessie.”

“Duly noted. Carry on.”

His mouth went back on her neck, pulling at the skin there in such a way that left Jessie panting and grabbing at his shoulders. Then, he moved to her collarbones, her sternum, before taking a turn with each of her nipples. With his lips on one of her breasts, she ran her fingers through his silky, slicked back hair.

“Jamie…God.” He was down around her midsection, his chest hovering over her pussy that was throbbing and slick with need. He moved lower, but avoided her mound, instead moving to kiss her hip bones and pelvis. Jessie, in spite of herself, wiggled around underneath him, pleading with her body for him to do what she had sent him down there to do.

Mercifully, he ran his fingers over her outer lips, but it brought little relief. When he slid two fingers inside her entrance, she let out a gasp of desire. He fucked her gently with his fingers for a while until she was nearly ready to cry out for him. When he removed them, he bend his head down, as if he would finally commence.

Jessie sat up, grabbing the hand he had been using and guided it towards his mouth. “Taste me like this first. Taste what you do to me.”

With his eyes locked on hers, Jamie hesitantly stuck the two fingers between his lips. There was brief moment when he had a blank look on his face and Jessie held her breath, afraid of what sort of insulting filth he was going to spew at her. Instead, he said nothing.

“Well?”

“Lay back and spread your legs.”

Taking this a positive sign, Jessie obeyed, returning her head to the pillow and opening her thighs for him. Motivated now, Jamie put the full pressure of his upper body against her legs as he held her down and open. When he licked through her slit, Jessie couldn’t hold back.

“Ugh, yeah!”

He kept his hands on her legs and used only his mouth to pleasure her, licking inside her entrance to taste her creaminess and then bringing the flat of his tongue against her clit and sensitive inner folds.

He was…good. Really good. Great in fact. Alternating pressures and sensations with his mouth until Jessie was a whimpering, dripping mess. After stroking his tongue through her several times in succession he pulled back, looking up at her.

He told her with awe and surprise in his voice. “Jessie…you’re so sweet, taste so good.”

His utterance nearly send her over the edge. “I’m so glad to hear that I won’t even tell you I told you so. But, Jamie, please don’t stop.”

“I never want to.” His mouth went back to her and he went on and on and on. Tasting every inch of her folds, pressing himself so closing his nose was lost in the midst of her and he could breath her in. He still used only his mouth, forcing her legs to remain still and against the bed as he worked. It was shocking to him how much he meant what he said, how much he enjoyed her. It was not at all what he remembered and the noises she was making made him proud and even more determined.

He savored her, swallowed down every drop she expelled, and when she started to yell, he smiled against her.

“Fuck, Jamie! Jesus, don’t stop. No, no, right there, right there. Yes! Ugh, my God!”

He felt how close she was and harassed her clit with his tongue until she came against him mouth, grinding her hips up towards his chin and screaming out his name. He didn’t relent, but continued to lick at her folds until she begged him to stop.

Their kiss was wet, pungent, and Jessie took the taste of her pussy into her mouth and shared it with him. She told him sweetly, “Point proven.”

“I’m man enough to admit that you were right, Jessie.”

Victory was sweet and she rewarded him with a smile. “Thank you. Now-”

“Now…I want you on your knees, because I need you to taste what you do to me.”

Jessie’s mouth started to water at the thought and she nodded. “With pleasure.”

By the time she got her lips wrapped around his cock, he was lost, delirious and disoriented. When he watched himself disappear into her mouth, he had two thoughts: that this was a woman he need to hold onto and that Seguin was never going to believe what he had done…and loved.

Notes

I hate myself for even finding him attractive because honestly men who don't go down on women are the scum of the earth. Anyway, maybe one day he'll change, until then, I will write about him loving the taste of pussy. But seriously, DON'T HAVE SEX WITH MEN WHO WON'T GO DOWN ON YOU!!!!!