by J. Lea
“So take me.”
I don’t wait another second, as I spin her around to her back. I’m still sitting on top of her, my erection poking a tent in my sweats, and throbbing painfully. “Ella, do you know what you’re getting yourself into? Once I take you, you’re mine. No more excuses, you’ll be mine.” She nods, and I drop my head to her neck. I kiss, lick, and nibble her perfect skin. My lips catch her full lips; they fit perfectly against each other. I kiss her with passion and abandon, and she returns the kisses feverishly. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she tangles her fingers into my hair and pulls hard. She awakes an animal in me, and there’s no chance I’m able to stop now. I expertly open the clasp of her bra and free her full breasts. I don’t waste any time. My mouth is already on them, biting, kissing, sucking. She arches under me, pushing her breasts into my mouth even harder.
“Perfect,” I mumble, her swollen nipple still in my mouth.
“God, Jake,” she moans, and I cut her off by crushing my mouth to hers.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, babe,” I smile down at her. She knows exactly what to do as she pushes her hips upward. I don’t bother unbuttoning her jeans, just yank hard and the button falls off. Ella smiles naughtily, but I don’t stop there. I’m too desperate to see her whole, so I rip off her panties as well.
“Hey, those were my favorite.” She gives me a fake pout.
“Don’t care, babe. I’ll buy you new ones, lots of them,” I’m panting hard and kissing her smooth skin. Her hands are roaming all over my body, her nails teasing me, digging into my skin. She’s even more perfect than I imagined. I push two fingers into her core without warning and she screams in ecstasy. I almost come in my pants hearing her sounds of pleasure. I add another finger, expertly teasing her clit. I feel her becoming soft in my arms. She is shaking, moaning and scratching me. “Yes, babe, just like that, let go.” I love seeing her turning into butter in my hands, so vulnerable yet so strong. I can barely refrain myself from burying myself inside her right this moment. I put my lips to her ear. “Mine,” I whisper and her skin breaks out in goose bumps.
“Jake… God, I’m gonna come!” I lessen the pressure of my finger on her swollen clit for a few moments. “No, oh God, please, don’t stop,” she begs.
“Babe, open your eyes. I want to see you when you come on my fingers,” I command, and continue massaging her clit.
“I can’t. It feels so good,” Ella moans.
“Open your eyes, for me.” She finally looks up at me with her beautiful eyes, but she can barely keep them open, so I help her over the edge. “Good girl.” Her inner muscles start contracting around my fingers, her head tilting back.
“Aaaah,” I hear her scream, as she lays her head back on the sofa. Her eyes are now closed, but before she manages to open them again, my sweats are already on the floor.
“Babe, that was hot as hell,” I kiss her lips. A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead, and she smiles as she opens her eyes.
“Totally,” she says, and her gaze drops to my hard cock, pointing at her. Her eyes widen with pleasure, she grabs it, and before I have the chance to react, a loud groan comes out of my throat.
“Ella,” I use my authoritative voice to get her to look at me, “I’m going to take you hard and fast. I can’t wait any longer. You’re driving me crazy. This round is for me, but then I’ll take all the time in the world, and fuck you slowly, focusing on every part of your body, so you will be screaming my name. Do you understand? Please, tell me you’re on the pill.” She quickly nods, and I’m already positioned by her entrance, touching it with the tip of my cock. I thrust hard. She inhales and winces as I plunge to the hilt inside her. I stop for a moment, then move inside and out a few times - hard and with desperation. I lean down to kiss her lips, and continue my trail of kisses from her jaw to her ear and down her neck. I’m slamming into her like an animal, but I can’t help myself. She brings out my inner lust-crazed beast. I bite her lower lip and pull gently to make her moan. “Damn it, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve never been so horny in my life.”
“No,” she protests when I pull out and feel the cold air on my wet cock.
“Get on your knees,” I instruct, and she scrambles to her knees. When she’s on all fours, I stroke my cock in my hand a couple of times, and then thrust into her, hard. I grab her hair in my fist, put the other one on her hip, and pound into her until I reach my climax. “Ella,” I moan, as I fill her with my juices. She falls to the sofa, I on top of her, and we stay in this position for a while until I turn to my side. I tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?” I ask, concerned. I wasn’t exactly gentle with her.
“I’m more than okay,” she says, a satisfied smile on her face.
“I’m really sorry, but I can’t control my wild urges around you. Give me a few minutes and then I’ll focus on you, slower this time.”
Chapter Ten
Ella
Gentle morning light wakes me up from my dreams. I stretch in the bed and yawn. I had sex with Jake Burns. I sigh and lay back down with a wide grin on my face. I lazily push the covers off me, and walk to the window. I’m sore between my legs, and my muscles hurt, even the ones I didn’t even know existed. I can’t believe how much stamina Jake has. He focused on every single part of my body, and almost killed me with so many orgasms. I finally succumbed to his charm yesterday. His kisses were too delicious, and I just couldn’t find any more excuses as to why we can’t be together. I realize now how much I missed the closeness two people share. It was unbelievable, and he was perfect. I pull the blinds up, and see the sun is shining bright. Nothing is prettier than a sunny winter day. I head to the bathroom and brush my teeth, before heading down to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. The memory of our magical night puts a smile on my face again. I touch my fingers to my swollen lips. We couldn’t stop kissing, even after the wonderful massage and hot sex. I then asked him to take me home because I have to go to work today and all my stuff is here, at my place. Besides, I don’t want to rush anything. I want to take things slow. Jake wasn’t pleased with me going home, but he still safely drove me to my place, and kissed me senseless before letting me go. Jake also has his training scheduled for today. He’s got a motorcycle waiting for him for the next season which needs another try out on the tracks. I still shudder every time I remember what he does for a living, but I try not to think about it too much. I grab my phone as I’m leaving my apartment, a new text already waiting for me.
Jake: I can still feel you on my fingers. I can’t wait to take you again.
I check the time—he must have sent the text right after he dropped me off at home. I grin because I miss him already, and can’t wait to see him. He managed to get inside my heart. I take my car keys and drive to Ace. I plan on going to the cemetery after work, and then to visit my parents. Sophie and Matt are busy making preparations for the wedding. Their biggest issue right now is finding the right band and venue for the wedding. Even though it’s only the beginning of February, all their favorite venues are already booked for summer. They’re searching for different options now. They want an outdoor wedding, and I really hope they’ll get their dream wedding. I promised Sophie I’d go buy a wedding dress with her. Besides, I’m her maid of honor, so this is my official duty.
“Hey, Anna,” I greet my co-worker as I enter. “How are you?”
“Ugh, I don’t know what’s going on today. Three paparazzi were standing in front of the salon when I got here. I guess they gave up because they just drove off five minutes ago.” We are used of press camping in front of our salon because of our high profile clients, and they always try to get new pictures to sell to tabloids. I shake my head; glad I didn’t have to deal with them. “Brett’s already waiting for you,” she points to the massage room I frequently use as my working space. I nod and prepare for work. Sometimes I wish Brett would find some other salon to get massages at because I’m getting tired of his endless attempts at flirting
with me. Even though he’s a good person, I’m not attracted to him in any way.
“Hey, gorgeous. Nice to see you,” he greets me, already lying on the table. I say hi, and prepare my oils. Brett is completely naked, so I take a towel and cover his butt. He winks at me. I plaster a fake smile on my face and shake my head. A few minutes into the massage, he speaks again. “Are you finally going to take pity on me and let me take you out for a dinner?” Taking a deep breath, I carefully choose my words.
“Brett, you flatter me. Really. But as I already told you a hundred times, I have to turn down your invitation.”
“Ah, gorgeous, I’ll wear you down eventually, and you’ll say yes, just wait and see,” he teases me. You’d expect he would be offended after being rejected so many times, but it only increases his motivation.
After work, I get into my car, and drive to the cemetery. I park in the parking lot and head through the gate, walk past some graves, and stop at the tombstone with Josh’s name on it. During the drive, I made a quick stop to buy him flowers and a candle. I stand in front of his grave for a while, like I’ve been doing for the last two and a half years. Time passes by so quickly, sometimes I think like it was only yesterday that he last hugged me and told me he loved me, but the cruel reality sets me back on the firm ground the very next moment. I kneel down to replace the candle that has already burnt out, with a new one. I take the wilted flowers from the vase, and put in fresh ones that smell wonderful.
“Hey, Josh,” I caress the tombstone lovingly. “I was at Jake’s yesterday.” Every week I visit him, I tell him everything that happened to me that week, that way I feel closer to him. I already told him everything about Jake, and how I’m beginning to like him, about Sophie and Matt’s upcoming wedding, about his parents, my parents. Everything. “Each day I spend with him, I’m getting to know him better. I see why you were such a big fan of his. He’s a great man, and I’m sure you’d love him if you got the chance to meet him.” Despite the sunny weather, it’s cold. The strong wind is blowing, so I wrap my scarf and my coat tighter around me. I remember I have gloves in my bag so I put them on. “I miss you,” I whisper. “I really don’t want you to think I forgot all about you because of Jake, that is never going to happen. I’ll carry you in my heart forever.” Three years ago today, we decided to move in together, and it didn’t take us long to find a dream house. “I thought the pain would lessen with time, but it still feels like I lost you yesterday. I really wish you were here with me.” I take one last look at his tombstone and fix the bouquet. “I love you,” I tell him before I leave and drive off to my parents’ house.
Jake
“Hey, man!” I’m excited to see Mike again. We shake hands, and pat each other on the back. “How are you?” Mike started training intensively again two weeks ago in Australia, and now that the season is starting again, we’ll train together.
“Hey, mate, you look good,” he raises an eyebrow at me. “Is it true what I’ve been seeing in the newspapers lately? Is the famous Jake finally off the market? I didn’t think I’d live to see the day.”
Shaking my head, I chuckle as we are walking toward the locker room with big gym bags on our shoulders.
“Her name is Ella. She’s so different from all the girls I usually go for. She’s so real and down to earth. I can tell you she’s not playing a game to catch me.” I’m putting on my leathers, as I remember Valencia. “Actually, you’ve already met her,” I say, causing Mike to frown. I have a feeling about what he’s going to say so I stop him. “Stop looking at me like that. It’s not one of the groupies. You know those days are way behind me. Remember Valencia?” He nods as he zips up his leathers. “Well, you met her there. She and her friend Sophie won the VIP tickets for the race.” He’s still looking at me like I ate his canary for lunch. I wave my hand impatiently. “Ah, you’ll remember when you meet her. Come on, let’s go try out our new beasts again,” I say, and put on my boot. Helmets under our arms, we head to the tracks where two polished bikes are waiting for us with the mechanic. A few radio and TV reporters are already gathered around us. I put on my helmet and sit on the motorcycle. It feels like home. Damn, I love the smell of tires and motor oil. They push my bike onto the track, and as I start the engine, it roars to life. I enter a tight left corner, then the right one, and I accelerate even more. I’m surprised how well the bike responds. I enter another technically challenging corner, then a short right corner, and left again to the main straight. Adrenaline floods my body, my heart is beating fast, and I get goose bumps. I ride a few laps. I can’t wait to start the new season to show what I am capable of. I ride to the finish line at full speed, and stop my bike in the pit-box, where Mike is already waiting for his turn. I remove the helmet as I get off the bike.
“Whew!” I whistle, excited. “I missed this!” While Mike is trying out his new bike, I go over some details with my coach, and soon I’m surrounded by reporters.
“Jake, are you looking forward to the new season? What do you think about your new bike?” one of the reporters is yelling his questions at me. First, I greet them, and then I answer.
“Yes, definitely. I can’t wait for the season to begin. And the new bike, wow, I must say I’m really happy with it. It’s been a while since I first rode it.” Yes, the bike is new, but I already tested it back in Valencia last year. “As soon as I sat on it for the first time, I knew it was going to be perfect. It roars like a champion. I have the speed, and the bike goes well into the turns. I’m sure it’s going to do great in the upcoming races.”
“What can we expect from you in the next racing season? Are you confident in your abilities? Will you dominate the winning podium again?” I hear another reporter ask, and I turn to him.
“To tell you the truth, I have no idea what to expect. I’m training hard, my team and I are prepared, and I hope the results will reflect that.”
“Lately, you’ve been seen in the company of a young woman. Are you a couple? What’s her name?” some other reporter asks. His question has nothing to do with racing, so I thank them for their questions, and tell them I have some other business to attend to. “Jake, come on. Just tell us her name, you know everybody wants to know.” I fume, trying to hold myself back from punching him. Inhaling deeply, I head to the locker room to wait for Mike. No way I’m giving them Ella’s name. That would be like throwing her to the sharks. They would follow her every step, and I don’t want that for her.
* ~ *
“Where are you taking me?” Ella asks as we sit in my car. Today is her birthday, and I want to make it perfect for her. We have spent two wonderful weeks together, and I’m surprised that I want her more every day. I grin at her.
“You’ll see.” As soon as we park in front of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, her jaw drops.
“What are we doing here?”
I turn in my seat to her, and reach for her hand. “I know you hate racing and everything connected to it,” I point behind me, “but I want you to see firsthand how it looks like when I practice or race. I want to show you it’s not as dangerous as you think.” I don’t let her say anything, just step out of the car, walk to the other side, open her door and extend my hand to her. She looks up at me, and then puts her small hand into my big one. I pull her out, and give her a tender kiss because every minute I don’t spend with my lips on hers is lost. I smile, and we head into the main building where we take a look around. I show her the room I’m waiting for the race to begin in when we race here. She sits down in a turning chair where I usually sit, and watches me. Usually, my whole team is here, portable radios are buzzing, and reporters are bugging me with their questions. Now, it’s quiet because we are the only ones here. I show her the gadgets we use, and explain to her some motorcycling expressions. I love that she’s asking me questions even though she doesn’t like this sport, but she’s making an effort for me. I take her to the circuit, and she’s looking around excitedly.
“Show me the winning podium,” she says.
We climb the steps to the podium, and she steps on the highest step, while I admire her from the ground. She waves for me to join her. When we’re sitting on the highest step, I take a velvet jewelry box out of my pocket, and give it to her.