by Ramona Gray
Jacob patted and then rubbed my back with his left hand as he used his right hand to pull my dark hair out of my face. I coughed and coughed again, trying to catch my breath.
“You’re all right. Take a breath, baby.”
I whooped in a big gulp of air into my burning lungs. My eyes were watering, and I swiped at them before straightening a little. I buried my face in the crook of my elbow and coughed again.
“You okay?”
I lifted my head and stared up into Jacob’s handsome face. I don’t think he even realized the way he was cupping the back of my neck under my hair, or the way our bodies were so close, the tips of my breasts were brushing against him.
“You scared me.” I gave him an accusing look. My heart was hammering away in my chest and my lungs were still burning a little.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“What are you doing here?” I leaned against him. I couldn’t help it. He was big and warm and the way his fingers were kneading my neck, felt amazing.
He immediately stiffened, and I tried not to look as hurt as I felt when he dropped his hand and put a few feet of space between us.
“What are you doing here?” I repeated. I placed the cap back on the carton of apple juice and moved past him to put the juice in the fridge. When I turned around, he was staring at my bare legs and the need on his face was so strong, it made my nipples harden in response.
“Jacob?” I prompted.
“What?”
Oh God, the hoarseness of his voice made me weak.
“Why are you here?”
He visibly tore his gaze away from my legs and stared at the table instead. “I’m working on the bookshelves. I’ve been here for an hour or so, I let myself in when you didn’t answer the door.”
“I didn’t hear you knocking.”
“Not surprised. You were sleeping pretty soundly.”
“You came into my bedroom while I was sleeping?”
He gave me a guilty look. “I just poked my head in to make sure you were okay. I didn’t, uh, touch you or anything.”
Shit, I hadn’t meant to make him sound like a pervert. “I know. I wouldn’t have minded if you had.”
His face flushed, his gaze dipped to my tits and his big hands clenched into fists as another look of deep longing crossed his face. A rush of adrenaline and lust went through me.
Jacob was still tempted and, God help me, I was going to do everything in my power to make him give in to that temptation.
I gave him a lazy smile and crossed my arms under my tits, pulling the material of Jacob’s shirt taut across them. “I stole it.”
“I – what?” He couldn’t stop staring at my breasts.
“Your shirt. I stole it three years ago.”
He blinked and finally raised his gaze to my face. “You stole my shirt?”
“Yes, from the laundry basket in the bathroom.”
“Why?” His look of genuine confusion almost made me giggle.
Instead, I gave him another slow and seductive smile. “It smelled like you. I took it home, put it on and then masturbated while I thought about you fucking me.”
I dropped my own gaze to his crotch. His erection was obvious and he half-turned away from me. “Stop it, Madison.”
“Stop what? Stop stealing your clothes? Stop wearing them? Stop touching my pussy while I imagine you fucking me?”
“All of the above.” His voice was unsteady and dripping with obvious desire.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not my father.”
“I’m old enough to be your father,” he retorted.
“Barely. My father was fifty-two,” I replied. “Honestly, it was kind of weird that you and my dad were such good friends considering your age difference.”
“Not that weird.”
“A little weird.”
He blew his breath out in an exasperated rush. “Just stop stealing my clothes and…”
“And what?” I leaned against the counter and crossed my legs.
“You know what.”
“Rubbing my pussy while I think about you fucking me?”
“Madison, I asked you to stop.” His look was half warning, half want.
“What if I don’t? What are you going to do about it?” I rubbed my flat stomach, loving the way his gaze immediately followed the motion of my hand.
“Why are you doing this to me?” His voice was low.
I should have felt bad.
I didn’t.
“Because I want you and you want me.”
“It’s wrong.”
“It isn’t. It’s so right, honey. Can’t you see that? Can’t you feel that?”
He didn’t reply, and my hands dropped to the hem of my shirt. “Yesterday you didn’t want to see my pussy. Do you want to see it today?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t wait for him to change his mind. I lifted the hem of his shirt to just above my pussy. He groaned and took a step toward me.
“Do you think my pussy is pretty, Jacob?”
“Yes.”
I raised my shirt a little higher as Jacob stared hungrily at my pussy. He was on the edge of his control, and I traced my fingers over the small patch of dark curls at the top of my pussy.
“Fuck.” His voice couldn’t hide his need.
“Would you like to see my ass, Jacob?” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned, bunching his shirt around my waist. The cool air washed over my naked ass and I wiggled it at him, grinning when he made a low groan.
I stared out the window above the sink, my own haze of lust so thick I could barely breathe and spread my legs just enough for him to see the wet, plump lips of my pussy. “Do you see how wet I am for you, Jacob? Do you see – oh!”
Jacob’s hard hands were on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hauled me to my tiptoes. His leg pushed my legs wide and I had no idea when or how he got his damn pants undone so quickly, but there was no mistaking the smooth, blunt head of his cock that was pushing against my entrance. An image of his massive cock flickered through me and there was the tiniest trickle of anxiety.
“Jacob, maybe we shouldn’t -”
“No.” His hot breath washed over my cheek. “No more teasing. Take my cock like my good girl.”
Without waiting for my reply, he thrust into me. He was big, big enough that my little pussy tried to resist the sudden invasion. He made a low moan and pushed again, sinking himself balls-deep into my hot core.
I cried out, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as Jacob bent me over the counter. I stared into the sink, my body shaking with every driving thrust of Jacob’s cock. My pussy squeezed around him as he angled me a bit higher and pounded in and out of me. The edge of the counter was digging into my stomach, my face was almost touching the bottom of the sink, but with every stroke, the head of Jacob’s cock rubbed against my g-spot. I’d never once had a man find my g-spot so fucking easily and I screamed my pleasure as Jacob increased his pace. He was fucking me so hard, my feet were nearly lifted off the ground with every hard stroke. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed again as my orgasm hit me in a hard, sweet rush that made lights explode beneath my eyelids.
Jacob bellowed my name, his large body driving mine up against the counter. He pinned me against it, one hand gripping my hip and the other wrapped in my hair as he came deep inside of me. He shook wildly as his cum filled my pussy.
He rested his forehead against my back, breathing heavily and his hand rubbing my hip as he softened inside of me. When he straightened and pulled out, I could already feel his cum starting to drip from my pussy and down my inner thigh.
He turned me around. My smile died on my lips at the look on his face. “Jacob? Are you okay?”
“Go and put some other clothes on.” He turned away and zipped up.
“Are you leaving me again?”
“No.” He didn’t turn around. “But we need to talk, and I can’t – I need you to get dressed. Ple
ase, baby. Just do what I’m asking.”
“Okay.” I walked unsteadily from the kitchen, certain that when I returned he’d be gone.
Chapter Four
Jacob
She returned to the kitchen less than ten minutes later. I had poured her a glass of water and myself a glass of scotch from the liquor cabinet. She immediately picked up the scotch and drained it before plopping down in one of the kitchen chairs.
She was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt and while I was grateful she was no longer wearing just my shirt, would it have killed her to put a fucking bra on? I tried not to stare at her tits as I poured another scotch and pulled the glass closer to me before she could take it.
“The water is for you.”
She didn’t reply, just stared silently at me. I could see the relief in them but before I could ask about it, she said, “I thought you would be gone again.”
“I said I wouldn’t leave.”
“I know, but…”
“But what?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me, Mads.”
She traced her finger along the top of the table and shook her head. Her nipples were still hard and pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt, reminding me that I still hadn’t touched them, licked them, sucked on them.
Christ. I was getting hard again. I was like a fucking teenager around Maddie. I tried to discreetly adjust myself before drinking the scotch in my glass in two swallows.
Maddie reached for the bottle. “Do you want more?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
She unscrewed the cap and took another slug of scotch straight from the bottle. She coughed and gasped as her cheeks turned red.
“Mads, stop.”
I reached across the table and plucked the bottle from her hand before she could take another drink. She scowled at me and crossed her arms under her tits. I tried not to stare at them like a fucking pervert and failed miserably.
“I’m clean,” I said abruptly as I set the scotch bottle down in front of me.
“What?” She gave me a confused look.
Christ. Shame swept through me. I hadn’t meant to cum in Mads. Hell, I hadn’t meant to fuck her at all. But I had fucked her, and I had cum in her and now I needed to reassure her that not only was I disease free, but that I would take responsibility for any consequences of my actions.
“I’m clean,” I repeated. “I’ll show you my records online. I’m sorry, Mads. I – I didn’t’ mean to cum in you.” Fuck, just saying the words made me sound like a creep.
“I liked it,” she said. “I would have been mad at you if you hadn’t cum in me when you fucked me.”
“I shouldn’t have fucked you.” My voice was too loud. “But I did and now I -”
“Do you regret it?”
I shook my head. I should have lied to her, should have told her that it was a huge mistake, but I couldn’t. “No.”
Her entire body lost its tension and she gave me her gorgeous smile. She reached for my hand, that smile faltering when I pulled back.
“I don’t regret it, baby, but we can’t do it again.”
She didn’t say anything, and I made my voice stern. “I mean it, Madison. No more teasing me when I’m trying to work, by not wearing a bra or by showing me your pussy.”
“You wanted to see it.”
I rubbed my forehead. She had a point and she didn’t seem traumatized by what just happened, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the anxiety in her voice right before I fucked her. She had tried to ask me to stop and I had completely ignored her. No, worse, I had told her she had to fuck me.
Shame swirled in my guts and now it was my turn to take a swig straight from the bottle.
“Jacob? What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? You were about to ask me to stop and I fucked you anyway, Mads.”
“I wasn’t going to ask you to stop.”
“You were,” I insisted. “You were telling me we shouldn’t fuck, and I ignored you.”
My erection had disappeared, but she shifted in her chair and just the gentle sway of her tits made my cock twitch. I was a fucking monster.
“I wasn’t suggesting we shouldn’t have sex. I was trying to suggest that maybe we shouldn’t have sex right here in the kitchen. And that’s only because you’re really big and I was afraid it might hurt. I thought it might be better if I was on top and could control the pace.”
“Did it hurt?” I asked.
“A little.”
“Fuck.” Her admission sent fresh guilt knifing through me. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
She brushed off my apology. “Only at first and it’s just because I’ve never been with anyone as big as you. I’ll adjust to your size.”
Christ, I hated how excited it made me to hear her talk like we’d be fucking again.
We couldn’t.
“Mads, we can’t do this again.”
“Yes, we can.”
“No, we can’t.”
She just laughed. “Do you really think you can resist me, Jacob? Now that you know how tight my pussy is? How wet it is for you?”
“What if you’re pregnant?”
“What if I am?”
I reached across and took her hand. Squeezed it. “I’ll do right by you, Mads. I promise. If you’re carrying my baby, I’ll take care of the both of you.”
“Thank you. That means a lot. But I’m on the pill so…”
“Oh. Okay, well, uh, that’s good.”
Fuck, was that disappointment I was feeling? I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t. If Madison was pregnant with my baby, it was the perfect excuse to be with her.
“You look disappointed.”
I cleared my throat. “I’m not.”
“You like the idea of me being knocked up with your baby.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You do.” She gave me a saucy grin that had me itching to kiss her, to strip her naked, and to fuck her. Instead, I stood up.
“We aren’t doing this again, Madison. Do you understand? I’m here to work on the bookshelves, nothing more.”
“Sure, okay.”
I scowled at her tone. “I’m serious. What happened between us can’t happen again. If the people in this town knew that I had…”
She made a face at me. “I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone in this town thinks, Jacob, and you shouldn’t either. It’s none of their business if we’re together or not.”
“I don’t care what they say about me. I don’t want them talking shit about you though. You’re young and beautiful and you have your entire life ahead of you. I’m not going to let you waste it on an old man like me.”
“You’re not an old man.”
I grimaced and shook my head. “I’m going to work on the bookshelves. Do me a favour and – and stay away from me.”
I expected to see hurt on her face. Instead, she smiled at me. “Whatever you say, Jacob.”
She was up to something but seeing as I was about two seconds away from ripping off her clothes and fucking her in the kitchen again, I couldn’t stick around to find out what it was. Muttering a curse under my breath, I stalked out of the room.
Chapter Five
Madison
“This isn’t a good idea, Maddie.”
“Sure it is. Pass me that lipstick. The one in the pink tube.”
Rachel passed me the lipstick. “It’s your first Friday off in months and you’re going to spend it drinking at Ren’s Bar.”
“No, I’m going to spend it flirting with every guy I see to make Jacob jealous,” I corrected. “He doesn’t know I have a night off, so he’ll show up at the bar tonight just like he does every Friday night. He’ll see me dancing and flirting and it’ll drive him crazy.”
“What if he just leaves?”
“He probably will. Jacob is stubborn. But, it’s been a week since he’s seen me, and I know how much he wants me. He mig
ht leave the bar tonight, but he’ll think about me all night, think about what he’s missing. Then, tomorrow when he comes by to work on the bookshelves, I’ll just happen to accidentally be walking out of the shower. Completely naked. He won’t be able to resist me.”
Rachel laughed, and I grinned at her before carefully applying the lipstick.
“This plan is so insane, it might work. You know that?”
“Of course it’ll work,” I said. “Jacob wants me as much as I want him. He’s just worried about what the assholes in this town will say. But I don’t care, Rach. I want him. I love him. And if making him jealous is the first step to getting him to admit that he loves me too, then so be it.”
“You think Jacob loves you?”
I wrinkled my nose at her. “Why wouldn’t he? I’m awesome.”
She laughed again. “I know. I just meant that there’s a difference between lust and love, but it isn’t always clear.”
I set the lipstick down and stared at Rachel in the mirror. “I know. And hell, maybe he doesn’t love me, maybe he just really wants to fuck me. I hope not, but you’re right, it might just be that. There’s only one way to find out.”
I stood and turned around to stare critically at Rachel. “Now, what do we do about this?”
“About what?” Rachel gave her outfit a self-conscious look.
“You’re not going to make Ren insane with need wearing tights, an ankle-length skirt and a shirt buttoned up to your neck, sweetie.”
She tugged at her skirt. “I’m too fat to wear short skirts.”
I scowled at her. “You’re not fat and if you say that again, I’ll punch you in the tit.”
She covered her breasts with her arms and scowled at me. “I’m not wearing a short skirt to the bar, Mads. Not with my fa – chunky thighs.”
“Fine.” I tugged her arms away and unbuttoned her shirt. “At least unbutton your shirt a little. God gave you the best-looking tits in town, you need to at least – hello, what’s this?”
Before Rachel could stop me, I had unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and was staring at her bra. It was fire-engine red with a lace edging and a demi-cup. It barely covered her nipples and pushed her breasts into high mounds on her chest.