by Quell T Fox
My lips go to her neck, because I know it’s her weakness. It’s the spot that causes those wonderfully pleasured sounds to escape her mouth. She moves her neck to the side, allowing me better access. My hands move under her shirt, finding their way to her back, all the while my tongue never leaving her neck. I grip the end of her shirt, moving back the smallest amount, only to pull her shirt over her head. My mouth makes its way to her chest, biting and licking at her soft flesh. Her hands are in my hair, her breathing becoming heavier. I slow a bit, because I know it drives her wild. I kiss very slowly from her collar bone down to between her breasts, noting that the tattoo that was once there, no longer is. My hands move around her back once again, this time to unhook her bra. Pulling it off, I drop it to the floor. My thumb goes to her nipple, that pebbles under my touch. Rubbing small circles, feeling it harden even more. I take it into my mouth, flicking over it with my tongue. Her moans become louder, my dick pulsing with thoughts of how wet she is for me.
“Fuck, Jacob,” her words come out breathy and needy. I know she wants more. She’ll have it when I give it to her.
I continue using my tongue on her nipple, but my hand moves between her legs. The leggings she is wearing are thin. I can feel how warm and damp it is there. For me. I slide my hand over her sex, applying the smallest amount of pressure with my thumb. Every breath she takes gets louder. She pushes her hips into my hand, wanting more from me. My lips do not leave her nipple. I want her to melt in my mouth.
Her hips start moving faster. Her moaning getting louder. I move my mouth up to her ear, not stopping what my hand is doing. I whisper to her, “I’m going to make you come for me. Can you do that? Will you come for me?”
“Fuck yes. Please.” I feel her body shiver as the words escape her lips. I know what my words do to her. I remember all too well. My words alone can throw her over the edge, it’s happened before. I feel the muscles in her legs tighten, her body preparing for what is about to happen. I move my hand from between her legs and start to make my way back up to her nipple. Her hand wraps around my wrist as she tries coaxing my hand back between her legs.
“More. Please, don’t stop.” Barely whispered words.
My hand moves towards her mouth, over-powering her. My thumb brushes over her bottom lip. I bring my lips to hers, leaving a quick peck over her parted lips. Her face is warm with need, and I plan to give her what she needs, when I am ready.
“Lay down.”
She does as I say. My hands move to the band on her leggings and I pull them down over her legs, leaving on her lacey purple panties. My mouth goes directly between her legs. I start kissing where I know her clit is hiding underneath the thin material. Her hips raise, getting closer into my mouth, wanting more pressure, but I back off. She rests her hips back on the bed. Her whole core moving from her heavy breaths.
My mouth moves to the same spot again. I begin kissing her, as I just was. The moment she moves into me, I move back. A frustrated sound leaves her lips, but I know she is enjoying this. As frustrating as this is, she is loving every single moment of it. When she settles herself back onto the bed, my mouth moves back to where it was. This time she doesn’t push into me.
She’s learning.
I continue to kiss her sex. Between her wetness and my saliva, her panties are soaked. I can feel how swollen she is, and I know she wants to come so badly. My hands move to the top of her panties and I pull them down. She moves immediately, allowing me to take them off with ease. Her hands are on the bed by her side, gripping the sheets. Her eyes are shut, and her head is pushed into the bed, her back arched slightly.
My lips move to her wetness, but barely touching her. She doesn’t move. Instead, she waits for me. The sweet smell of her makes me harder than I have been, it’s a surprise I have been able to hold out this long. She smells exactly how I remember. I stick my tongue out and run just the tip over her clit. She cries out, and her muscles tense. I do it again, she gets louder. Again, but this time adding more pressure and using more of my tongue. Running it from her opening, up to her clit. Her hips moving, but this time I know it’s natural. She has no idea that she is doing it, she’s too caught up in her orgasm building.
I run my tongue up her one more time, stopping on her clit and licking slow pressured circles around it. Her hips rise into my mouth one last time before she comes undone. She cries out, and I almost lose it myself just listening to her. How I’ve missed those sounds. The sheets move beneath her as she grips them tightly. Her legs are shaking, because even though her orgasm is done, I’m not done tasting her.
ASHA
Jacob continues to lick me, even after I’ve tried pulling myself from his grip. My body is shaking in protest to the feel of his tongue on my sensitive flesh. He will not loosen his grip on me. I try to relax, but the sensation is overwhelming. Finally, he pulls away and I feel like I can breathe. His face glimmering with my wetness. My body feels numb, my brain is fogged, and I can’t think straight. My eyes catch his as he starts to unbutton his pants, pulling them down and stepping out of them. The outline of his cock catches my eye, not hiding the fact that I’m staring at it. He should know how much I want it. I can barely do simple math right now, but my brain knows that I need that inside of me. I don’t move though. I know that if I move, he will make me wait longer. He proved that point to me just a little while ago.
When he’s fully naked, he moves to the end of the bed. He bends down, taking my mouth into his, kissing me with a passion that I have never felt before. This is what my life has been missing.
“Turn over.” He whispers breathlessly into my ear.
I do as I’m told.
Rolling over, I push myself up onto my hands and knees, moving towards the bottom edge of the bed. My forehead rests on the soft mattress, and I lower myself onto my forearms. The anticipation is killing me, making my insides burn with need even though he made me come only moments ago, but I know better than to make it known. One moment I am breathing too heavy and the next moment I am holding my breath, waiting to feel him inside of me. Jacob’s hand moves to my hip and he runs it over my ass slowly, stopping it on my lower back. He moves in closer to me and I feel the tip of him brush over my clit, causing me to jump because I am still oh so sensitive. He runs the tip of his cock over it again, this time sliding it up and over my opening.
“So beautiful, so wet, and so mine.” His voice has taken on a primal tone, that I never would have expected to come from him. He’s been calm and meek since I’ve met him, or so I’ve thought. Clearly, he’s been hiding some things under that soft exterior of his. Seeing this bit of him makes me want to learn all his secrets, and I plan to do just that.
He slides himself up and down my slick crease a few more times before he pushes into me with just the head. A moan escapes my lips. Each one that comes out of my mouth is more and more shocking, to me. I’ve never been one to make loud noises during sex. I’m realizing that I have no idea who I am, but he does. And I am completely okay with that.
He thrusts into me and I cry out, the same time that a guttural moan escapes his lips. He pushes deeper into me, filling me up. I haven’t had a proper look at what he’s carrying, but I can feel his size inside of me. He pulls back and goes in again, this time harder. His hands are on my hips, squeezing and pulling me into him. He leans forward and kisses my neck, and down my back, using both his lips and tongue. Rolling his hips to get himself as deep as he can. The fullness his cock gives me is nothing like I have ever felt before.
His hand moves around my hip and finds its way to my clit. Rubbing very gently and very slowly. It’s still sensitive, but he’s doing it in just the right way. He knows my body better than I do. He starts moving his hips to the same slow rhythm that his fingers are moving on my clit. I feel another orgasm building and I can’t believe it. This has never happened before. I grip the sheets and bury my face into the mattress, wanting to muffle the sounds coming out of my mouth. He starts moving faster and faster. I f
eel him get harder inside of me. His moans are coming closer together now.
“Fuck!”
I barely hear him say it under his breath, but it sends me over the edge.
The sound that comes out of me should be embarrassing, in this moment I do not give one shit. The orgasm the takes over my body is like an explosion that started in my core, but ripples through my entire body. I feel it in my toes. Seconds later a deep groan escapes his lips, I feel his warmth filling me up. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers, or his hips, because my orgasm is milking his own. His throbbing cock is making it that much better. He pushes into me once more and only stops rubbing my clit when my legs start shaking again.
My body is numb and completely sated. He pulls out of me and I lie down right where I am. If the bed was on fire, I still wouldn’t be able to move. So, I stay there until the sun comes up the next morning.
CHAPTER 19
I wake up in a panic. My body relaxed from the, not one but two orgasms Jacob gave me the night before, but my brain is anything but.
“I thought you said we couldn’t do that. Are we going to be found now?” I’m barely awake, but the words just come out. Jacob is lying behind me with his arm around my waist. We somehow made it up to the top of the bed, though I remember falling asleep at the bottom.
“Liza set up a barrier around the house. We should be fine. There is one problem, though.” He places an open-mouthed kiss onto my shoulder and pulls me closer to him.
“Problem? What kind of problem?”
“I only want more of you now.”
I snort. Actually snort, that’s attractive, right? This guy, though. How does he make my panic go from a hundred to zero with just a few simple words?
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“What was?”
“The night Andrew was gone, before the park. I thought he came home in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t him. He doesn’t lay with me like this. It was you”
He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. I know it was him. The silence says it all. I’m not even disturbed by this. Instead, I feel safe. Normally, a man breaking into your house and sleeping in bed with you should be a cause for concern. I don’t know how to explain how I feel, but I know it’s right. Jacob makes me feel safe. He makes me feel like I belong.
I move my hand over his and interlock our fingers.
“What took you so long to come to me?” I immediately realize my mistake and try to fix it.
“This time. I mean, like now.” Yeah, I don’t think that’s helping. “I mean, I know you were watching me for a while before the park. Why the park?”
Good save. Not.
I feel his body shaking slightly, from his silent laughing. I’m glad someone finds my awkwardness humorous, because I don’t.
He clears his throat, the shaking stops.
“I had to know what I was going into. I didn’t know if you knew who you were. I had to find the right approach. After realizing that you did not know who you were and that Andrew was not an Immortalite, I was able to make a plan.” He says this quite seriously, considering he was just laughing at me moments ago.
“You explained why you set that trap at Eva’s, but why the park?” I ask, wanting to know if we have history there too.
The shaking starts again, only this time the laughing isn’t silent.
“Why are you laughing at me now?”
“Window. It’s called a window. You say trap and I think of catching a bear.”
“Whatever it’s called. Why there?”
“It’s where we were when you first told me that you loved me.”
I lick my lips, trying to figure out how to respond to that. I’m not sure what kind of response can even be given to something like that.
“Let me ask you a question,” he speaks before I can get anything out, “what made you go to the park?”
I think for a moment, remembering back to that day. It was the day that Andrew went to go pick up Abe and I was on my way to the craft store to get supplies for my shop.
“I’m not sure exactly. I just felt like I had to.”
“That window was up for maybe ten minutes before you went through it, it’s why I was still so close by. If I had waited just a little longer to set it up, I wouldn’t be with you right now.”
“Funny how the universe works.”
“Can you guys get some clothes on and come down stairs? I have some news.” Liza’s shouting comes from downstairs.
I feel Jacob shaking his head behind me, he rolls over to lay on his back. Takes in a deep breath and lets it out.
“I love her like a sister, but she also annoys me like a sister.”
“Can I shower first?” I really need a shower after last night’s activities. I’m covered in all types of bodily fluids.
“Can I join you?” He turns towards me, raising an eyebrow.
I nod my head, biting my lip and we both head to the bathroom.
***
I wasn’t planning to have sex with Jacob in the shower, but shit happens. He was right about wanting him more now that I’ve already had him. He says it’s not a problem here, since there is that barrier thing around the house, but that doesn’t stop the little bit of panic that rises once we’re finished. What about when we leave? It’s going to be harder to resist, now that I know what I’m missing out on.
After the shower escapades, where we spent more time touching each other than actually washing up, we dress quickly and head down stairs. Liza is sitting at the table, laptop in front of her. She’s staring intently at it, not even realizing that we’ve entered the room. I wonder what it is she’s always doing on the laptop to be that engrossed in it all the time. Jacob kisses my temple and makes his way towards the kitchen. He starts rummaging through the cabinets, pulling out a bowl and a box of pancake mix. He opens the drawer closest to the stove and pulls out a whisk.
I sit at the table opposite of Liza. She looks up briefly from over the bright green glasses that make her red hair look brighter than it is, gives a tight smile and gets back to whatever it is she is doing on the computer. I fold my hands on the table and sit back, waiting for someone to say something.
“Well,” Liza begins, closing her laptop a little harder than she should have. “It’s a good thing I set up those barriers, huh guys?”
I’ve never been modest, so her comment doesn’t bother me. Sex is normal and I’ve never liked how it’s such a taboo subject. I happen to enjoy sex, always have and I’m not ashamed to admit that. With that said, I don’t know what I’ve been doing before, but compared to what happened with Jacob, all the other times were not sex.
“Guess so.” I shrug a shoulder.
“Liza, didn’t you say you had some news?” Jacob asks as he pours pancake mix into the pan. I hear the coffee machine going, which sparks excitement. We did have a late-night last night, I could use the caffeine.
“Ah, yes. I found the guy that can perform Asha’s bonding ceremony.” She says with a carefree tone, like this isn’t a huge deal. “But there is one small problem.”
“That is?” Jacob continues to make pancakes, not reacting to the statement. They are both uncomfortably calm about this news, maybe I’m the one overreacting.
“He’s in Utah.”
Jacob freezes, rolls his neck and turns around. His jaw clenched tightly, and his face hardened. I look back and forth between them both. Jacob clearly angry, and Liza is sitting back in her chair, arms folded, looking completely relaxed.
“What’s wrong with Utah?” I ask to neither one specifically, not sure which one I want to answer the question.
Jacob turns and goes back to the pancakes. Once he puts the few that were in the pan onto the plate, he turns back to me. Leaning against the counter and folding his arms in front of him. I guess the pancakes can wait.
“Utah is where Morgan is.” Jacob answers.
Well, that does seem like it could pose a problem. Jacob said we should be avoidi
ng her. That if we got too close, she would sense me. Which we don’t want because then she would try to kill me again and POOF, the cycle of Jacob trying to find me would happen all over again. I don’t want that to happen, I don’t want to lose him.
“Can’t we get whoever it is to come here? Or maybe meet us somewhere else?”
Jacobs gaze goes to Liza. His eyes asking her the question.
“Doubt it. The guy is like a thousand. I’m not even sure how he has enough energy left to do the ceremonies. He doesn’t even have a wife.”
“He must be using some sort of outside energy source. There is no way he could sustain everything alone.” Jacob’s eyes move to me. “Once two Immortalites marry, or bond together, they reenergize each other. It is how we are able to keep our abilities. Just because we can’t die, doesn’t mean we may not want to, if you let your energy dwindle down to almost nothing, you will be begging the High Immortalite to kill you. We have to do things to keep our bodies as young as we want them to be. Or we will end up old and crippled but incapable of dying. It’s an awful way to live.”
“Like a human charger?”
“Basically.” Liza is the one who answers this time.
Jacob puts his attention back on the pancakes, only stopping this time when he’s used up all the batter. He places the filled tray of pancakes onto the table. He passes out three plates and leaves a pile of silverware by the bottle of syrup.
“Coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
“Sure.”
He grabs three mugs, bringing them over to the table and pours coffee into each. He returns the pot to the machine and grabs the canister of sugar and a small carton of cream.
It’s a small square table, with a chair on each side. Jacob sits to my right but moves the chair a little closer to my side. Liza moves her laptop to the empty side of the table, and we all dig in. No one says anything until we finish eating.