“Oh God, Jacoby. Yes!” Mira squeals in delight. I’m going to kill her and then call Skylar to kill him.
“Are you sure?” Jacoby questions, sounding very breathy. Why am I listening to this?
“Yes, yes, yes. Perfect fit.” So, Mira claps during sex. A little weird, but everyone has their thing. I’m a scratcher, she claps ... totally legit.
“You’re the best,” Jacoby says, and then the sound of a kiss reverberates through my body. That’s it. I can’t listen to this anymore.
I turn the handle quietly, as to not alert the pair, and then fling the door open so hard it hits something on the opposite wall. Something crashes to the floor followed by Jacoby falling next to it.
“Kylee, what the fuck? What are you doing home?” Mira looks angry. Who is she to get angry with me? She’s in my apartment, fucking my ... whatever he is … and she has a boyfriend. Wait, people don’t usually fuck with their clothes on while standing six feet apart. Jacoby’s packing, but not six fucking feet.
“I came home early. I guess I should ask what you’re doing here.” My eyes scan the room and then it hits me. They’re doing something for me.
Not only are Mira and Jacoby fully dressed, but they’re covered in paint. Looking around, the color that’s on their clothes is the same one that’s on the freshly coated walls; a deep blue on three walls and nothing’s changed on the white wall with the window. It would appear that all of Mira’s extra things have been moved out of the room, including her bed. In its place is a cherry oak desk, complete with photographs of my friends on the desktop.
On the wall that used to house Mira’s dresser, is a floor to ceiling bookshelf littered with my collection of paperbacks and other memorabilia that I’ve collected over the years. Finally, on the wall with the door, where I knocked Jacoby over, is a ladder leading up to a set of the most beautiful frames I’ve ever seen. The photographs are what amaze me, though.
The center picture is one taken of Jacoby and me during a social function I attended with him a few weeks ago. We’re dressed to the nines, with me in the most formal cocktail dress I’ve ever worn, and him in a tuxedo. The two pictures on the outside are of me and my friends during college. Looking closer, they’re the exact pictures I have in a much smaller size next to my bed.
“What is all this?” I ask, in awe of the appeal of this room. I should bottle the calming effect and sell it on the black market and make a fortune. This room is really spectacular.
“It’s for you.” Jacoby walks over to me, putting his thumb and forefinger around my chin, directing my gaze to him.
“For what?” I’ve never been so lost, but calm at the same time. I’m bringing a blowup mattress in here because it’s that peaceful.
“You said you wanted to be a writer. All amazing writers have a space that’s dedicated to them. This is that space for you … a place you can get away and create the stories that fuel your mind. There are still a few things I want to get you for in here, but for now, this is your cave, Kylee. Do you like it?” The doubt spilling out of his last question breaks my heart.
“Jacoby, this is the greatest gift that I’ve ever received. Thank you so, so much. It’s amazing, and I can’t wait to write in here.”
“Ahem,” Mira clears her throat, seeking appreciation for her efforts. I forgot the clapper was still here.
“And Mira, you’re the best friend a girl could have. Thank you, bestie.”
“Oh, you know. It’s no problem. Skylar didn’t want to stay at his parents’ house,” she blushes. “I’m gonna get going. It looks like you guys want to be alone and if I’m driving this late, Sky will worry. Night guys.” Mira grabs her purse from my desk, blows me an air kiss and skips out the door, obviously happy with the results of my new cave.
I casually walk around the room, inspecting all the amazing things Jacoby has done, on Christmas day no less.
“How did you get all this done?”
“Kylee,” he chuckles, “not everyone celebrates Christmas. I happen to know who those people are, and when I tell them I want it done ASAP, they tend to listen.” I know he’s referring to his money without throwing it in my face.
“Well, Merry Christmas, Mr. Roberts.” I push up on my tip toes and kiss his chin.
He takes full advantage of my softened state, pulling me into his arms and crushing his mouth to mine. What starts as passionate and slow quickly takes a turn toward hot and steamy. When he hoists me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to continue his exploration. Large, strong hands come underneath my body, gripping my ass tightly, and a warm, moist mouth comes down on my neck, biting at my favorite spot in the dip of my neck. “Jacoby,” I pant, wishing we were already naked. I shamelessly grind on his cock that’s pressing hard against the seam of his pants.
“Yeah, Red, I know.” Our heavy breathing mixes together into the most beautiful, erotic song I’ve ever heard, making me yearn for more of his touch in all the right places.
He lets go of my ass, and I slowly slide down his body as my strength waivers. I quickly put my feet down, so I don’t fall flat on my ass, but then again, if I’m already down, I’m in the perfect position to be taken.
“Turn around.” There’s the authoritative voice I’ve been dreaming of night after night.
I comply, turning toward the desk, and wait for further instructions. I sense Jacoby’s hands before I feel them. He reaches around my waist, taking the button of my jeans and unbuttoning it, unzipping the zipper and sliding them down my legs. Before long, I’m standing before him fully exposed from the waist down.
Jacoby nudges me closer to the desk, and I have to put my palms on the surface to stop from moving forward any further. His knee comes between my slightly parted thighs, urging them further apart and the familiar feeling of his hands is back on my hips.
Anticipating his next move, I’m stunned when I feel his warm breath on the exposed skin of my ass. Running a finger between my swollen lips, I gasp when he inserts at least two fingers inside of me.
“Jacoby.” That’s all I can say. I’m lost.
I feel empty when he removes himself from me. That is, until I hear a slight sucking sound. I turn around to find him kneeling on the floor with his fingers in his mouth, cleaning off the fingers that were just inside me. The ache deep within my core starts to throb and I’m sure I can come just from watching this.
“Turn around and bend over, Kylee.” The sharpness in his voice excites something within me. I don’t argue. I don’t fight. I just listen to his command.
His mouth comes down hard on my clit. This is such a new experience, even for me. I start to miss the typical position we’re in when he’s devouring my pussy; pulling his hair, pushing him further into my core, riding the waves of an orgasm. I quickly forget everything other than how amazing and foreign this feels.
He’s wasting no time bringing me to the brink. I push back into his face, reveling in the ecstasy that’s starting low and exploding fast, even before I get a chance to expect the buildup. The waves crash over me, sending me deeper and deeper until I worry I’m not taking in enough oxygen and will black out.
After the last spasm, Jacoby is standing behind me before I can comprehend what’s happening. My body is humming in pleasure. He opens the top left drawer, and I realize my guy has come prepared by stocking that specific drawer with a box of condoms.
Sheathing his cock that’s sure to work magic, he slams into my hypersensitive body.
“Holy shit!” I scream. This is what I was talking about before. Multiple orgasms. I’m always good for at least two with Jacoby, but tonight might prove to be a record.
“Christ, Kylee,” Jacoby growls, fisting my hair and pulling it back so tightly that my torso is no longer resting on the desk, but creating the perfect arch in my back.
Surging in and out of me, our bodies work in perfect synchrony; a push for a pull, a moan for a growl, my softness matched with his impeccable hardness.
Eve
ry time he thrusts himself forward, the grip on my hip bones tightens with the most perfect amount of pressure. I realize that I’m not going to be able to keep up with his rhythm. Letting my body go lax, I fall under his spell and allow him to use my body however he sees fit.
When Jacoby understands what I’ve done, the animalistic grumble that comes from his throat is more than enough to push me over the cliff yet again.
My walls clenching around his cock, his pace becomes softer yet quicker, throwing me into yet another earth shattering explosion and Jacoby quickly finds his release as well. I’m more than positive that my last orgasm must have been at least three combined. When Jacoby pulls out of me to dispose of the used condom, my body can’t stand up on its own.
I slink down to the floor, still naked on my bottom half, and roll over onto my back.
“That was … WOW.” I’m still trying to catch my breath when Jacoby bends down to pick me up.
I want to fight against him, but hell if he hasn’t just fucked me into a coma. I shouldn’t joke about being in a coma, but that’s kind of what just happened. My body lies limp in his arms until I’m safely nestled under the blankets.
I’m worrying about asking him to stay, but I let it go once I feel the other side of the bed dip with his weight. Rolling me onto my side, since I can’t move on my own, he pulls me into him and pushes my hair up and away from my neck.
“Good night.”
“Mmm, night.” Those are the last words I remember before I drift off into the best night of sleep I’m sure to have.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kylee
The sun pouring through the blinds wakes me from the greatest dream I’ve ever had. I was sitting in my new office, typing like a mad woman and working on the greatest plot twist when Jacoby comes into the room, gets under the desk and gives me the best head known to woman.
Maybe my body is still riding the waves of last night. Maybe it’s the oversensitive bundle of nerves that got their workout. Maybe it’s because I’m waking up tangled in the sheets with a man who could make Adonis sweat during a hot body contest.
Smiling, I look over at the most attractive man I’ve ever known, still peacefully sleeping in my bed. Jacoby’s dark, almost black hair is messy and matted down on one side because he slept while holding me all night. His dark lashes are fluttering with what I hope is a dream about me or us and his lips are parted, slightly snoring.
Jacoby’s torso is a work of art. Most people will never see what I get to experience each and every time we go to bed together. During the day, Jacoby is most likely wearing some type of suit, covering up the finely chiseled six pack, rock hard pecks and the muscular V that makes all the smart girls go stupid. Not only that, they will never see the elaborate tattoos disguising the muscles, complete with a half sleeve on each arm, a full chest piece starting under the collar bone and a full back.
Each tattoo is different, or was done at separate times, but all work together in the most beautiful, disturbing collage of images. My favorite one has to be his back; a skull in the middle of a wreath of roses and ash. Everything is black and white, except the flowers which are the most vibrant shade of red I’ve ever witnessed in a tattoo. The roses start beautiful and strong and then fade into the ash.
Waking up this morning has shown me one thing; I’m head over heels for Jacoby. No matter how much I try to hide it or pretend it doesn’t exist, it’s there and it’s not going away.
I should be a good woman and get out of bed, make some coffee and probably some breakfast , too. Thinking of the contents of my fridge, I’m not sure I have anything to make for breakfast and probably enough creamer for one, maybe two cups of coffee. That is if there’s any coffee left.
Looking back at the god still sleeping next to me, my lips twitch up in a devious grin. He’s not the only one who gives spectacular head. As a matter of fact, he’s complimented me on my skills more than enough times to give me a big head about it. Pun is most certainly intended.
Carefully moving the sheet off his lower body, I gaze in amazement at his already hard cock. Glancing at his face, I notice his eyelids are still fluttering, small noises are coming out of his mouth and he’s taking even breaths. Well, if waking up to a beautiful redhead sucking your dick isn’t a fanfuckingtastic present, I’m not sure what is.
Taking him in my hand, I start at the base and lick my way up to the tip. Swirling my tongue around the head before I sink him into my mouth, I’m relishing the time I get to enjoy this before he wakes up and sets the pace to “Kylee doesn’t really need to breathe” and nearly kills me.
It doesn’t take long before I feel the familiar hand making its way through my hair, wrapping it tightly for grip and the grunt encouraging me to continue. I smile as much as I can with a dick jammed in my mouth, growing wetter by the second, knowing that I’m doing something he’s enjoying so much.
My bobbing motion is countered with the thrusting of his hips upward to meet my mouth. As much as I try to keep my tongue in play, like I would with any other partner in the past, he’s just too large and my mouth isn’t that big. Secretly, I’m happy he’s taking over so I can worry about nothing but sheathing my teeth from grazing his sensitive flesh.
Moments later, Jacoby finds his release. Holding a much tighter grip on the back of my head and surging further, he stills and the first stream of come hits the back of my throat and then coats my tongue as he begins to pull out. He thinks he’s getting off easy, does he?
As he’s about to pull out completely, I start sucking him back in, paying special attention to the head. Jacoby’s jerking and trying to push me back.
“Kylee, you can’t do that. It’s too sensitive.” Jacoby is frantic, lost in the pain of the sensitivity and the pleasure of me not letting up. A second, smaller stream hits my taste buds and I greedily continue sucking.
I let loose once he rolls over, taking me off the bed with him. I’m laughing uncontrollably as I watch him grab the boxer briefs from the side of the bed and leave the room.
“Really?” He comes back in the room, now wearing a tee shirt as well as his underwear.
“It’s not so funny now, is it?” I can’t breathe I’m laughing so hard. He loves to keep messing with my clit after I come, no matter how much I beg him to get away from me and not touch me. It looks like he doesn’t like it when the roles are reversed.
“That was … something,” he chuckles, helping me off the floor.
I pucker my lips at him. He scrunches his face, leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my forehead. “You know better, Red. Some guys think it’s hot to kiss their woman after he’s come in her mouth. Not this guy. Go brush your teeth, rinse twice, then come see me.”
Even though his logic is a double standard, as I don’t mind when he kisses me after going to vaginatarian town, I guess it’s different for guys.
Doing as I’m told, I hit the bathroom but don’t just stop at the teeth brushing. I take a quick shower, washing my hair and taking special care to gently wash my sensitive areas. I’m sure if I take a mirror down there, my pretty kitty’s going to be bruised.
The ache is delicious but painful, nonetheless, and I’ll probably have trouble sitting right today. Thinking back to the old school rap that Mira and I used to listen to, all I can think of is a lyric that said something about beating up the pussy. And that’s the truth, my damn pussy has been beaten, but in the most pleasurable way possible.
Stepping out of the shower, I quickly pat myself dry and throw a long tee shirt over my head. I make good on my promise to rinse twice, take a brush through my hair and head out into the living room.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” Jacoby catches me off guard, causing me to stumble over my own feet for a second. The hesitance pouring off his body is freaking me out.
“Okay.” That’s all I can say. I’m so nervous he’s going to make me regret every emotion I’ve felt in the last few weeks and I don’t know if I can take it.
“There are two things, actually. The first one is a pretty big one and I’m hoping it’s not a deal breaker for you,” Jacoby says staring at his feet, unwilling to look at me before he completely sets me off.
“I’m not gonna lie, you’re really scaring me, Jacoby. You can tell me. As long as you aren’t planning on harvesting one of my kidneys or putting gum in my hair, I think it’ll be okay.”
“I promise, I’m not now, nor have ever been an organ harvester and I like your hair too much to put gum in it. This is about a girl.” My heart drops to the floor, along with my jaw. Platinum Barbie, I fucking knew it. At least we can get this out of the way now.
“A girl? Are you seeing someone else?” Don’t even try to fucking lie to me. I saw the bitch at your house. I should just have him get his stuff and leave. At least I can be the one who ends whatever this is. It’s always better to be the dumper than the dumpee.
“No, God, no I’m not seeing anyone else. I said it’s about a girl, not a woman. Kylee, I have a daughter.” I heard that one loud and fucking clear. A daughter? Shit balls, is he fucking married? I can’t make any words form. The stretching across my brow line is going to give me some terrible crow’s feet, I just know it.
“Her name is Shelby. She’s six years old and lives with her mother in Chicago,” Jacoby continues, understanding my shock and the fact that I can’t speak.
“Her mother and I dated in college for a little while. During our junior year, Dawn got pregnant and nine months later we had Shelby.”
“What happened with you and her mother? Why aren’t you together? Or are you together and I’m some fucking side chick?” This is me at my worst. I can’t just have a normal conversation without lashing out, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“You’re most certainly not any kind of side chick. Dawn and I tried for about a year after Shelby was born, but it just wasn’t in the cards for us; we weren’t meant to be,” Jacoby says so casually, like he didn’t just drop a bomb on me. “I need you to know about her if you decide to go further with whatever it is that we’re doing.”
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