Want You Back

by Lulu Pratt

  He finished, “Your castle, princess.”

  I looked up just as Jacob settled me down on the plush bed, wrapping me in a large fur throw from a nearby chair and bundling me like a burrito.

  “You’ll probably wanna take a shower,” he commented, hovering over me. “The blanket will help, but we gotta get you out of those wet clothes.”

  My head tilted up, just enough to get a look around the room. “We’re in your room,” I noted.

  “I don’t know where your key is,” he explained. “I took you to mine.”

  “Oh. Right.”

  Suddenly, his face turned crimson red and he cleared his throat. “But, of course,” he said hastily, “if you’d rather not be in my — in here, I can go get an extra key from someone…”

  I shook my head, but couldn’t manage any words. How could I explain that I didn’t mind being alone with him in his bedroom?

  So I didn’t try. Instead, I responded, “I think I’ll take that shower now.”

  He nodded eagerly, and unwrapped me from the blanket. I took a teetering step out of bed, and his arm shot out to steady me. I looked at him gratefully, then toddled over to the bathroom.

  As I reached the door, I turned on an impulse and said, “Jacob, would you mind sitting in the bathroom? Just in case I get dizzy or something?”

  His mouth open and closed a couple of times before he finally asked, “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah.”

  Was I actually worried about fainting? Well, that’s for me to know, and you to not ask nosy questions about.

  We made our way into the bathroom, and I turned the shower onto hot. The hot water was heat on demand , and steam began to rise immediately.

  I looked back over my shoulder, and saw that Jacob had turned to face the wall.

  With a snort, I said, “Jacob, you don’t have to do that. It’s not like you haven’t seen… this before.”

  “I want to respect you,” came his muffled reply, bouncing off the walls.

  Whatever else I might think about Jacob, he was a gentleman.

  Without further preamble, I slid out of my soaking dress, throwing it into the nearby golden sink. It wasn’t lost on me that I was naked and alone with Jacob. Every nerve in my body prickled with desire. Rather than give myself time to capitulate, I stepped into the heat of the shower and let out a long, happy moan. The water warmed me to my very core, relaxing muscles that had clenched tight in the icy plunge.

  “Feel nice?” Jacob asked.

  “Very.”

  I massaged my limbs for a few moments, returning feeling to them. Silence lingered in the bathroom, heavier than the steam.

  “Jacob?”

  “Yeah?”

  I craned my head around the glass partition so that I could look at his back. Maybe it was the near-death experience, or maybe this was something that had been building, but either way, I had to ask.

  “Why did you dump me?”

  He sighed and his shoulders sagged, his long neck bending with an invisible weight.

  “You don’t really wanna talk about that right now.”

  “I do,” I replied. “Seriously.”

  His back still to me, he said slowly, “To be honest… well, to be honest, my dad got sick. Cancer. And he drove the business into the ground, they foreclosed on his house. It all got really bad, really fast. I freaked out — suddenly, there was this immense responsibility on my shoulders. I had to step up and take care of my dad, to become the parent. In the chaos, I decided to break up with you, decided that it was just another thing on my plate. I felt guilty for feeling love when my father’s life was in shambles, you know? Like, if he was suffering, I should be suffering too. I meant to tell you what was happening, but once I had broken up with you, the days passed so quickly that letting you know why I had do so seemed like I would be making things harder for you and, to be honest, for myself.”

  Jacob took a breath, and continued. “I’m not saying it was a good reason, or that I treated you fairly, like, at all. But it is the truth.”

  I stood still. Things began clicking in my head as understanding dawned. Jacob hadn’t meant to hurt me — he’d been trying to help his dad. Because he was always trying to help someone.

  “Sierra?”

  Instead of responding to this news, I simply said, “You must be cold in your clothes. Why don’t you get in the shower too?”

  There was a moment of silence before he asked, “Really?”

  “Yes, Jacob.”

  Slowly, his back turned, he raked off his wet blazer, loosened the tie and pulled it over his head. The shirt came off, and I could see the ligaments moving with mathematical precision beneath his shoulder blades. My heart raced, and though I was wet from the shower and the ocean, I could feel a very specific kind of dampness emerge between my legs. He unbuckled his belt, whipped it off, and then slid his pants down to the ground. Without a thought, I reached my hand to my private parts, hoping that the steam from the shower clouding the glass was enough to hide me touching myself.

  At last, he dropped his underwear, and I could see his firm buttocks in all their glory. I pressed harder on my clit, almost past the point of caring if he saw me. I needed relief.

  Jacob turned around deliberately, one hand cupping his crotch, and walked towards the shower.

  “Are you sure?” he asked again as he stood at the entrance of the shower.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Okay.”

  With that, he stepped into the shower. His eyes moved immediately from my face to my fingers, which were desperately rubbing my pussy.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, eyes widening.

  My chest heaved as I replied, “I’m pleasuring myself. Is that okay?”

  Everything hung in the balance. I watched Jacob’s face, waited for him to give me some kind of sign. Seconds felt like hours.

  Finally, he said, “It’s more than okay.”

  Chapter 15

  Jacob

  I DROPPED MY hand from my crotch, revealing the sizable boner I’d been stealthily hiding when I was facing the wall and Sierra was in the shower. Now, it was out in abundance, all eight inches of it. Ah, how good it felt to be free. Her eyes widened hungrily, which was a pretty sizable reward in and of itself. Impressing Sierra, as it turned out, was still really damn sweet.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked, needing to know that she meant this, that she was sure about what we were doing, before I could so much as lay a hand on her. Because if we crossed this line, I had no fucking idea how to cross back. In fact, I had so many, many questions about what on earth we were doing, what came next, on and on and on. And I didn’t ask a single one of them, because the anxious loop of speculation in my mind was dulled by what she did next.

  Sierra responded to my earnest, pleading question by running her hand over her breast. She took her nipple between her fingers and pinched it, causing herself to moan. She lowered her fingers and stared at me head-on, with a uniquely woman-born ferocity.

  “Does that answer your question?” she purred.

  Yeah, it did.

  And before I knew it, I was pushing Sierra against the wall and pressing my lips to hers.

  She sunk into my kiss, like falling backward into a field of flowers. Our mouths moved around each other, tongues darting in and out, joined in a single prayer, as our bodies slid across one another. Her tongue coiled around mine, sprang unexpectedly, withdrew, launched again. It was unpredictable, untamed and undeniably hot. I drew patterns that felt as old as the stars inside her mouth, marking it with my breath as she marked me with her bite.

  I felt her breasts bounce against my chest, and I gripped the back of her head even tighter, wrapping her hair around my fingers and pulling her chin up to expose her throat, a pale white streak, like the unripened stem of a lily. I traced the skin with just the tips of my finger, feeling her heart beat. Pulses, above all else, betray us — when they race, we’re exposed. I lingered on that spot,
ensuring that her body wanted what her mouth asked for. The rapid, hummingbird-like fluttering beneath my fingers told me everything. Sierra wanted me.

  As my lips descended on that bare skin, striped through with bluish veins, she moaned and I thought how long I’d been wanting to do this for. Days, certainly, but in a broader sense, years. I’d waited years to touch her again, the way Sierra deserved to be touched. And though the years had hurt, had been a bitter pain of their own… this reunification now felt all the sweeter for it, the release greater.

  Her body yearned beneath mine, and I could feel the need pulsing off her like a high-wave frequency. Yes, there was no question. The years of waiting I hadn’t fully known I was doing were now paying off in dividends.

  “Touch me,” she begged.

  I didn’t need to be told twice — if a woman gives you directions, especially of the ‘touching’ variety, you follow them, goddammit.

  My lips moved from her neck to her ample breasts. Through gravity, they hung low on her chest — they reminded me of those Renaissance paintings of full-bodied women, their breasts splayed in a moment of delight, their thighs thick and wrapped in sheets.

  Ever the attentive student, I copied Sierra’s self-pleasuring, putting her nipple in my mouth. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and I moved my face between her breasts, cupping them both simultaneously. I wanted to take in her scent, to feel her encompassing every part of me. I wanted to fuse into one, to get as close to her heart as humanly possible. She clasped her hands around the back of my head, pressing me closer to her sternum, as though through sheer will I could leave an imprint, a tattoo of my affection.

  As much as I’d have loved to linger at her breasts, I knew by the trembling touch of her fingers that she needed to be satiated. I wouldn’t hold out on her any longer — hadn’t the years been long enough?

  Beneath the hot stream of water, I went to my knees, a man kneeling before his goddess. Her mound rose into my eye line, her clitoris peering out, wet and anxious, from a little mound of curly hair. Oh, how I’d missed this body, this neat, triangular V of hair, the pink and eager clit.

  I grasped her ass, gave it a slap for good measure, and took her into my mouth.

  “Oh, Jacob,” she cried out, as though she’d seen the heavens. “God, yes!”

  My tongue raced over her pearl as I moved my head back and forth, back and forth with an intensity I hadn’t known I possessed — she brought out the true man in me. My fingers moved from cradling her ass to stroking at her slit before plunging inside. I intended to coax her to ever greater pleasure, and by the look on her face, I was on the right track.

  Sierra pushed me away, and for a moment, I worried I’d done something wrong, but then she was forcing me back onto the slippery shower tile and mounting my face, her thighs clamping, spread wide around my cheeks. I stuck my tongue out, and she began to swivel her hips, using me as though I were a dildo, a personal pleasure toy. Anything to service her, I thought with satisfaction. To be taken as property, by a woman like her, was a gift in and of itself.

  Her thighs began to vibrate, and I curled my forearms around them until my fingers dangled near her pussy. Could she be coming so soon?

  I rubbed her clit once, twice, and to my surprise, she orgasmed to my touch, gyrating wildly and screaming with pleasure. Thank God the shower was running, and that the whole household was out on the boat, or we’d have awoken everyone. Her taste brought back memories that I had suppressed. I recalled holding her tight after one particularly mind-blowing sex session and feeling totally at peace. Although the memory was fleeting, I knew the ache I was feeling was one of happiness, a feeling I had lost since I had left her.

  Her moan snapped me back to the presence. She collapsed onto my face, out of breath and spent, and I thought that that might be it for tonight, that I wouldn’t mind waiting until some other time to get my own completion. I began to roll out from under her when Sierra caught me.

  “Where are you going?” she asked coyly. Her lips had reddened from where she’d bit them in the throes of pleasure.

  “I… I figured you were done. Um, tuckered out,” I explained.

  She laughed. “Yeah right.”

  With that, she scooted off my face.

  “I want you, but we need a condom.”

  “I have one in my shaving kit.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for? I need you inside me.”

  I quickly exited the shower, walked over to the sink and grabbed it from my bag.

  Sierra was standing under the water when I returned, streams of water running down her breasts, her stomach, and thighs. She looked beautiful.

  I grabbed her and started kissing her face, neck, breasts, until I was on my knees in front of her. She hovered atop my proud cock for a moment, letting her juices drip down over my member. There was no way, after the muscle-spasming orgasm she’d just had, she’d be able to—

  “I’m not tired,” Sierra said, interrupting my false assumptions with a wink. “Unless, you know, you need sleep…”

  Hah.

  In response, I arched my back and shot my hips up into the air, thrusting my cock inside her. She groaned and collapsed onto my chest as I began to buck inside her. The way she felt, holding me within her… words cannot describe. I’m not a poet, so I won’t attempt to give you phrases that will pale in comparison to the feeling of her touch. Can I just say it was the closest I’ve come to seeing a higher power, and leave it at that?

  “Oh,” she whimpered. “Jacob.”

  Hearing my name on her lips did something to me. It’s hard to recount exactly what happened, but I felt a kind of total single-mindedness dominate me.

  That’s how I knew, without a doubt, that it was my turn to take control. I gripped her ass once more and rose to a standing position, similar to how I’d been carrying her only minutes ago — only now my dick was deep inside her and we were moving as one body.

  I turned her to face the wall, pressing her cheek against the glass and gripping her thigh to place it on a nearby ledge. She was splayed out, ready and eager for the taking. I moved my cock back into her warmth and resumed thrusting. I noticed that her breasts were pressed pancake-flat against the glass, and thought with amusement that they’d make an interesting shape for the housekeepers to decipher later.

  “Faster,” she begged.

  I like to oblige a lady, so I picked up the pace, holding on to the edge of the wall with one hand and pressing against the shower knob with another. This was athletic, rugged desire. There were no other surfaces for her to grip, so I pressed her tighter to the wall, knowing that I could balance well enough for the both of us. She moved her hips back against mine, forcing me further into her core.

  The water rained over us, the heat from the shower a dull warmth in comparison to the heat of Sierra. I slowed my thrusting down, knowing that I was on the edge of completion, and wanting to drag out the moment for as long as possible, to make it burn when it at last raced through my body.

  There was a surging in my cock — muscles clenching, blood rushing. I had waited as long as possible, but my satisfaction would be delayed no longer.

  “I’m gonna come again,” Sierra cried.

  “What a coincidence,” I said into her ear before nipping it with my teeth. “So am I.”

  It only took three more strokes of my long, hard dick to bring us both to orgasm. Heat boiled in my body, pleasure moving from my core to my outermost limbs. Just in time, I pulled my cock out of its sheath and came all across the small of Sierra’s back, painting her in streaks of my seed.

  Within seconds, Sierra was sliding down the glass, and I was moving with her, watching her with an exquisite ecstasy. We fell back into an exhausted heap, the water still running overhead, our breaths moving in perfect unison. I splashed some of it onto her back, and tenderly caressed my milky white ejaculation off her flesh, and into the drain.

  “Well?” I asked.

  Sierra’s head turned to face me
, her expression a mixture of confusion, excitement, arousal, satisfaction.

  She said simply, “We’re fucked.”

  Chapter 16

  Sierra

  I AWOKE IN the morning to the sun dappling my face, its warmth kissing my skin just as Jacob had kissed it the night before.

  Jacob.

  Shit.

  With a twinge of anxiety, I rolled over on my side, the mattress pressing into my hip bone, to see Jacob lying there peacefully, like a cat curled up in its favorite spot. The light found the hollows in his cheeks and the gold strands that streaked his brown hair. I thought, not for the first time, that he looked like more than a mere mortal.

  It doesn’t matter that he looks like a god, I chided myself. It matters that he’s your damn co-worker. And you’re still on a business trip.

  Right. Yeah.

  But the sex… oh Jesus, the sex. He — Jacob, that is — had always been good in bed, but last night had felt like something new, not just a rediscovery but a marauding of entirely unexplored territory. How could I feel bad about something that felt so good?

  As I was considering what this meant, worrying with that long-term anxiety only women can truly understand, Jacob blinked twice and sleepily opened his eyes.

  “Hey,” he said with a smile. “Good morning.” His hand went to my cheek, and caressed it. “You look even more beautiful in the morning, you know that?”

  I turned my face to kiss his palm, but didn’t have any time to linger in the bliss.

  “Jacob,” I said gently. “I’ve gotta go. I shouldn’t have stayed here last night.”

  Now he was awake. “What do you mean? Did I do something—”

  “No, no, nothing like that. It’s just that, if Joe or Tom or Amy or Charles sees me leaving your room, well…”

  “They’re gonna have questions,” he finished.

  “Yeah, to put it mildly.”

  “Okay,” he sighed. “You’re right.”

  “I know,” I agreed with reluctance. “I usually am.”

  He chuckled, and I slid out of the bed.

  “Wow.”