by Golden Angel
Captain Caveman was turning out to be way dirtier than she'd ever given him credit for. Sharon was getting to know all sorts of secrets about his pervy side.
In response, Jake laved his tongue back over her crinkled hole again, teasing the delicate nerve endings there and making Sharon squirm even more. Even though he was focusing his oral assault on her ass, it was her pussy that was responding.
"Jake... please..." She shuddered as his fingers tightened, pressing into her soft flesh. "We don't have time!"
******
Sadly, Sharon was probably right.
Jake would have enjoyed teasing her more - and he would have definitely enjoyed shocking her more - but they couldn't spend hours up in his room. The sounds of the party below were muted but still there, a constant reminder that people could notice they were missing and maybe even come looking for them at any minute. His heart felt like it was beating faster than usual as he gave her one last lick and then stood.
She'd already untucked his shirt and it only took him a moment to open the front of his pants and free his cock. Both of them groaned in unison as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit before thrusting in, hard and fast. Immediately, the slick walls of Sharon's pussy clenched around him, squeezing tightly as he dragged his cock back out of her wet heat.
Leaning forward, he slid his hands up her sides so he could cup her hanging breasts, squeezing them roughly as he started to move with deep, long thrusts in and out of her body.
"Oh... fuck..." She gasped the words out, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, while Jake pinched her nipples between his fingers. He could feel her response as her pussy tightened automatically, spasming around him at the pleasurably painful stimulation.
"Shh," he whispered in her ear, nuzzling his lips along the back of her neck. "You don't want anyone to hear you."
The chances of anyone doing so were slim to none, but just the reminder made her whimper with excitement. She wasn't the only one turned on by the idea. Being here in his old room, with an entire party of people downstairs, while he did filthy things to Sharon... He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on to his self-control for long. She felt too good and he was too turned on.
Listening to her muted moans and the high whimpers in the back of her throat, wasn't helping either. Jake bit back his own groan of pleasure as he started moving harder, faster, using his grip on her breasts as leverage to thrust deeply into her from behind. The slap of their bodies coming together was louder than any of Sharon's soft gasps.
He pulled back slightly, so he could slip a hand between her thighs, his fingers seeking out the swollen nub of her clit. Her head dropped down as she cried out softly. Working the sensitive bud, Jake clenched his teeth against another groan. The hot sheath of her pussy spasmed around him and his balls tightened, a tingling heat traveling up the base of his spine.
Moving harder, faster, he rubbed her clit, determined to make sure she got her pleasure too. The slick friction of her body was making it harder and harder for him to keep his own needs under control. He could feel the ecstasy building, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he held it back.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." Her chant was soft enough he could barely hear it, but he felt it as she bucked against him, taking him in deep. "Jake!"
His fingers curved, pressing her clit hard as he jerked against her, shoving in hard as his cock began to throb. The high gasp of her pleasure mingled with his low groan as his orgasm pulsed, his hips rocking slightly with each jet of cum. Sharon quivered around him, shuddering with her own completion as her muscles worked his cock, prolonging the pleasure for both of them and leaving him weak-kneed.
******
They made it back downstairs just as people were gathering in the kitchen, with Sharon coming in through the front hall while Jake had circled around through the other rooms in the house to enter the kitchen on the opposite side. Thankfully, his mom was the kind of incredibly awesome woman who kept the bathrooms well stocked with feminine products, so Sharon had been able to find a panty-liner to quickly shove into her tights.
It was one thing to get it on with Jake at the party, another to spend the rest of the evening with his cum dripping down her leg. Of course, she hadn't really been thinking about that before they'd gone upstairs.
Either way she would have no regrets, but she was still glad she wasn't going to be running to the bathroom every ten minutes to wipe away the leakage and prevent a wet spot on her dress.
Catching his eye, she shared a secret smile with him before turning to accept one of the glasses of champagne being passed around.
"You dirty girl."
Kate's voice, full of amusement, made Sharon jump as her best friend appeared beside her. Oops. Evidently at least one person had noticed her and Jake's simultaneous disappearing act. At least Kate wasn't the type to be loud about it.
Opening her eyes as wide as they would go, Sharon batted her eyelashes innocently up at her bestie. "Whatever are you talking about?"
"Uh huh." Kate smirked at her. Behind her, Andrew gave Sharon a brief smile and then glowered across the room at Jake. Scowling, Sharon stepped back, getting the toe of his shoe with her heel.
"Ow!"
"Oops," she said meaningfully, not sounding sorry at all.
The big brother thing could be cute, but only to a point. She liked to be coddled, not smothered. Andrew transferred his glower to her, but he didn't get a chance to say anything before Jake and Lexie's dad - standing in the middle of the kitchen beside his wife and the happy couple - started clinking a fork against his champagne flute. The high tinkling sound drew everyone's attention and conversation swiftly dropped away into expectant silence.
"Ah yes," Mr. Standish said a bit gruffly. Sharon had really only gotten a glimpse of him earlier; Jake definitely took after his dad. He was a handsome older man with salt and pepper hair, although he had dark eyes unlike his wife and children. She could picture Jake aging exactly like him and the glimpse into the future was pretty damn good. As soon as she had the thought, she chided herself for even thinking about what Jake would look like in thirty to forty years because why would that matter to her? "Wendy and I would like to thank you all for coming tonight."
Pausing, he looked down at his wife, who beamed up at him. Sharon's lips twitched. Apparently, Jake also got his reluctance to being the center of attention from his dad, although his mom didn't seem to mind at all. Beside them, Patrick had his arm curved around Lexie and was smiling radiantly down at her. She was looking up at him with pure adoration written across her face. It was like something out of a Hallmark movie and Sharon could already feel tears pricking the backs of her eyes.
Happily-ever-afters always made her emotional.
Clearing his throat again, Mr. Standish looked up and around.
"Patrick has been part of our family for a long time, so we can't exactly welcome you to the family, but Wendy and I are thrilled that the connection is going to be official. We couldn't have picked a better man for our daughter, and seeing the love you two have for each other, the happiness you've brought each other, well... It makes us as proud as we are happy." He cleared his throat again and his eyes were turning red. Next to him, Lexie's mom was already openly sniffling and dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
Crap, there went Sharon's first tear. She quickly swiped it away.
Looking at Patrick, Mr. Standish raised his glass. "Happy to have it official, son."
With that, Patrick broke away from Lexie, stepping forward to engulf the other man in a hug, several tears rolling down his own face. Lexie was already hugging her mom, both of them openly crying, and when Sharon averted her gaze as a little bubble of happy tears choked her throat, she saw Jake coming forward to join the family moment, his own eyes suspiciously red. As soon as Patrick stepped away from Mr. Standish, Jake was there to envelop his best-friend-and-soon-to-be-brother in a massive bear hug.
Ah, fuck it.
She sniffle
d and wiped at her soggy eyes, leaning against Kate, who immediately wrapped her arm around Sharon's waist. A larger, warmer hand landed on Sharon's shoulder a moment later - Andrew had put his arm around both of them.
"To Patrick and Lexie!" someone cried out while the love fest was going on. The toast was repeated immediately, champagne flutes rising in the air as everyone took the opportunity to take a drink rather than bursting into tears at the emotional scene. At least, Sharon preferred to think she wasn't the only one.
******
Almost everyone besides the immediate family had left when Patrick finally sought him out. The catering crew was cleaning up in the kitchen under Jake's mom's direction while his dad was talking to Jake's uncle in the front hall.
He took the opportunity to head down to the basement and just sit for a few minutes in the quiet. Eventually he'd get up and clean up the plates and glasses that had been left down here, but after a night of socializing and the mass of people who had come, he was enjoying the solitude. Patrick's presence never felt like an intrusion though, so he didn’t mind.
Especially since he came bearing gifts.
"Hiding out?" Patrick asked, handing Jake a beer as he sat down on the couch next to him.
"A little bit," Jake admitted. "It was a noisy night." And not the kind of noisy like Stronghold where he could just sit and watch. No, tonight had been all about catching up with family members, talking about Lexie and Patrick, and generally being engaged in the socializing. Well, other than when he'd snuck off with Sharon for a bit. That had been a nice break from all the social interaction. "Where's Lexie?"
"On the phone with Angel, giving her the update on tonight."
Adam had appeared for a little bit (he'd only stayed for an hour and had been checking his watch the entire time). Angel had stayed home but insisted her husband attend the party. Jake wasn't surprised that his sister was making sure that Angel got the full update on the evening. He was just glad she had such good friends. That was something he'd always worried about, since none of her college friendships had really seemed to stick after she'd graduated.
For a long moment, he and Patrick sat in companionable silence. They’d been friends for long enough that they didn’t always feel the need to speak when they were hanging out.
“So. You disappeared for a bit tonight.” Patrick turned his head slightly to eye Jake, amusement curving one side of his mouth. “Right around the same time Sharon did.”
Jake grunted. “How many people noticed?”
“All of our friends, no one else.”
“Well at least that’s something,” he muttered. Their friends already knew what was going on between them at least. That explained why Andrew had been glowering at him even harder during the second half of the night. Jake had suspected, but he hadn’t known for sure.
“Are you going to be her date to our wedding too?” Patrick asked teasing.
“That’s kind of far in the future for planning,” Jake said, balking slightly when he realized that his first impulse was to answer with an immediate ‘yes.’ “Going with her to her cousin’s wedding is enough for right now.”
Before Patrick could answer, Jake’s mom’s voice cut him off as she came down the stairs and Jake groaned. She’d overheard more than he meant her to. “Going with who to what wedding?”
Patrick smirked at him, lifting his beer to his lips while he watched Jake flounder.
“Just a friend... I’m going to a friend’s cousin’s wedding with her as her friend.” Jake winced as he realized he’d said ‘friend’ three times in a row.
His mom reached the bottom of the stairs and tilted her head at him, raising one eyebrow. Her lips quirked as her eyes darted back and forth between him and Patrick.
“A friend, huh?” she asked dryly. “Is it a friend I know?” Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Wait, is it that single friend I met tonight? That cute young woman, Sharon?”
Jake groaned inwardly as Patrick decided now was the perfect time to jump into the conversation.
“Yup, that’s her,” Patrick said. “When she needed a date, Jake heroically stepped into the breach and offered his services.”
“Well that’s wonderful,” his mom said, beaming at him. “I liked her a lot. Do you think you might end up making it more than a friend date?”
“You liked her a lot?” Jake repeated, a little surprised. Granted, Sharon had been on her best behavior, but he had heard her curse more than once and make more than one inappropriate joke. And he didn’t even know everything she’d said to his mom.
“Yes, she’s very friendly.” The enthusiastic smile on his mom’s face surprised him even more. “Very funny, too. You should spend more time with her. I think someone like her would be good for you.”
“What do you mean someone like her?” Jake asked. He couldn’t help but feel a little defensive. Exactly how did his mom think Sharon could improve him? “What’s wrong with my usual kind of girlfriend?”
It was obvious his mom saw the difference between Sharon and his usual type as well.
“Nothing’s wrong with them... They just aren’t quite as friendly as her. They tend to be hard to get to know and even quieter than you are. You need someone to help you come out of your shell, the way Patrick does for you. Someone to liven up your life a little bit.”
Jake tried not to feel insulted, but it was a little hard. “My life is perfectly fine.”
“Of course, it is sweetie.” His mom gave him a look. “That doesn’t mean it couldn’t be better. Someone like Sharon would push you. Just think about it, okay? You are taking her to a wedding after all. That can be very romantic.”
“You know she curses a lot, right? And makes inappropriate jokes? And she’s probably the loudest out of our group of friends - which is really saying something. She doesn’t seem like the kind of girlfriend you would approve of me bringing home.” It wasn’t that he wanted to run Sharon down, but now he was feeling pretty defensive from his mom turning his assumptions on their head.
He really hadn’t thought his mom would like Sharon. At the very least, he hadn’t thought his mom would like Sharon for him. Hearing his mom say she thought someone with all the character traits he’d assumed she would disapprove of would be good for him... well it made him question exactly what his mom thought about him.
“So?” The expression on his mom’s face made it clear she thought he was talking crazy talk. “Why would any of that mean that I wouldn’t want you to have a girlfriend like her?”
“You disapprove of inappropriate jokes, you aren’t constantly trying to get everyone’s attention, you don’t like it when people are crude, and you don’t curse,” he pointed out, raising his eyebrow at her. To his shock, she burst out laughing. Next to him, Patrick seemed to be totally fascinated by the entire conversation, but they shared a look. Jake pinned his mom with a look as her mirth died down a little. “I have never heard you curse.”
“Oh, you have, you just don’t remember,” she said, grinning at him. “I realized I had to stop cursing in front of you when your second word was ‘shit.’”
Jake’s jaw dropped.
Chapter 12
“What’s his name?”
“I just told you, it’s Jake,” Sharon said, tapping her fingers against the counter as she watched her mug cake spinning in the microwave.
“I need his last name, Sharon,” her mother said, sounding exasperated. “For the seating chart.”
Ugh. Fine. But only because otherwise she knew she’d be fielding a call from her aunt as well, because her aunt really would demand that for the seating chart.
“Jake Standish.” She couldn't help the sigh in her voice as she gave up the information, knowing her parents would likely know more about him than she did by the time they arrived for the wedding. That was just how they rolled.
“Thank you." Her mother's voice was prim and dry, with no real gratitude. "We'll see you this weekend."
"Bye mom."
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nbsp; Hanging up the phone, Sharon slumped. Well that had been fun. But now her parents knew she was bringing a date and they'd have a room ready for him. She would have preferred to stay in the hotel for the whole weekend, rather than just the night of the wedding, but her parents would have thrown a fit. At least it was only Friday night with them, then she and Jake would stay at the hotel, and on Sunday they could flee back to DC.
The difference between Jake's family and her family was starker than ever after last night. Watching his family had given her the same feeling she got when she watched Hallmark movies - like she a little kid outside a candy store with her nose pressed against the window.
She was not going to wallow though. Not her style.
Watching terrible shark movies to cheer her up while she binged on cheese and crackers was way more up her alley. She was halfway through Toxic Shark when Jake texted her.
Jake: Hey princess, what are you up to?
Sharon: Lounging in pajamas and watching bad movies. u?
Jake: Sitting at home bored. Want to get together?
She thought about it for a moment.
Sharon: Only if you're interested in lounging in pajamas and watching bad movies. I'm on Toxic Shark right now and Avalanche Sharks is in the queue.
She was not feeling sexy right now. There was always the chance he could get her around to his way of thinking, but if he just wanted a booty call... well, she didn't have the energy for that kind of effort. She didn't have the energy to get all dolled up beforehand either.
Jake: :) I'll be over in about twenty.
Sharon raised her eyebrows, texting him a smiley face in return. She really hoped he didn't think she was kidding.
Yeah, they'd been hanging out in between the sex stuff, but they hadn't ever gotten together to just hang out. For a moment she had the impulse to run to the bathroom and brush her hair, maybe put on a little bit of make-up but...