On The Floor (Second Story)

by LaCross, Jennifer

  He looks back up at me. “I promise, I’ll talk to you one day about how I feel about them, but I don’t really want to put myself in that kind of mood right now.”

  “It’s okay, Jake. I can ask another question,” I offer.

  “No, I’ll tell you a little about them.” He pauses, and then continues. “Well, Grams and Gramps are my mom’s parents. I only know her through what they tell me. She left home when she was seventeen and showed back up when she was nineteen, with me. I was screaming. Three days old and addicted to heroin. She just handed me to my grandparents and said something about how she didn’t want a stranger raising her baby. She gave them a note with my dad’s information on it and then left. Nobody has heard from her since. Not me, my grandparents, or my dad.” He finishes with a shrug, but I see sadness in his eyes.

  “Oh, Jake…” I say, with sympathy in my voice. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “It’s cool,” he says shaking his head. “And my dad, I saw him a few times a year until I turned eighteen. He would fly me to Denver or come here. Now he only sees me when he comes out here for business, which is about once a year. We have lunch. It’s pretty awkward. I think it is out of obligation for both of us. Greg, that’s my dad, has his own little family. I have two half-brothers and a half-sister. They are all in grade school. They don’t know who I am. Greg would always stay with me at a hotel, or take me camping when I went to visit him in Colorado. And who knows if my mom has any other kids. I may have a bunch more half-siblings running around somewhere,” he says laughing, with the pain still in his eyes.

  And this, I believe, is why he thinks he isn’t good enough. He was rejected by the two people who were supposed to love him unconditionally. I can’t imagine how that feels.

  Losing my mom broke me. But at least I got the chance to know her. To love her, and to know that she loved me.

  “Jake…” I whisper.

  “Like I said, Rachel. It’s cool. It all worked out. My grandparents are great. They took care of me. They love me. It was a way better life than I would have had with an eighteen year old guy who had paid for sex, or a drugged out whore who forgot about me while she was out getting high and fucking Johns,” he says, with another shrug.

  Wow. This is really heavy. With one question I shifted the whole romantic mood of the date into something very sad and tragic. It might have been better to have this conversation in a different setting. Way to go, Rachel…

  “Okay!” he says, clapping his hands together. His eyes shift from sadness to something more mischievous. He smiles at me, raising one eyebrow and asks, “Favorite sexual position?”

  I am still reeling from all the things he told me about his parents. And he wants to talk sex?

  “Jake…” I say, unsure.

  “It’s my turn to ask a question and I want to know how best to please my girlfriend. So, what way do you want me to give it to you?” he smiles at me, heat in his eyes.

  He is obviously trying to change the subject, and even though I want to talk to him about this some more, he is obviously not up for it. And I have to admit, the look in his eyes is having the desired effect. My heartbeat speeds and my center clenches in response to the question and the look in his eyes.

  “Well…” I say, a smile starting to spread. “I think I would be a fan of any position with you. But my favorite in the past has been me on top. It was the only way I ever came close to… um… finishing,” I say blushing at the fact that I just admitted that to him.

  His smile gets bigger as he lifts his eyebrows. “Wait, are you telling me that last night was the first time you ever came during sex?”

  “Um, yes. First time with anyone, um, other than myself…” Why am I admitting this to him? It is exceptionally mortifying.

  “So this morning, was the second,” he says.

  “And the third,” I admit.

  “Huh…” he says contemplating this. “Can I ask you a follow up question?”

  “I guess…”

  “How many other guys have you been with?” He looks curious.

  “Um, five…” This is embarrassing. I have never had this conversation with a guy before. I never cared enough to talk about it with them, and apparently, neither did they.

  “And none of them could do it for you. Not even when they went down on you? I mean, you came pretty fast when I did,” he says sounding a little proud.

  Oh god. I can’t decide if that statement is more embarrassing or arousing. I shake my head. “Jenna has different names for the three guys that have actually gone down on me. Slobber Bob, Fumble Tongue, and One-inch-above-the-mark Guy. I guess you can guess what their problems were.”

  He chuckles at my past misfortune. “Did she have a name for me?”

  My cheeks flame and I shake my head no. “I mean, she’s been calling you sex god for a while. And she said… never mind,” I stop, my face reddening even more.

  “No way. Tell me what she said!”

  “You can’t mention to her that I told you this. She wouldn’t care, but I would be so embarrassed. Okay?” He nods, a big smile on his face. “She said… Oh my god, I can’t believe I am going to tell you this! Um, she was glad that I was finally eaten out properly.” I think if my face got any hotter I would go up in flames.

  His smile gets bigger, if that is even possible. “Do you agree with her?”

  I look right into his eyes. I see heat, lust, and desire. It gives me all the courage I need to do what I am going to do next. “Yes,” I smile. “And she told me I should return the favor,” I say getting up on my knees, moving towards him.

  Jake’s eyes widen, as I reach out and run my hand along the hard ridge in his jeans. All of this sex talk must be turning him on. It sure as hell is turning me on. I flick my eyes up to meet his as I release the button and slide the zipper down. My hand reaches in as I rub him through the thin fabric of his boxers. I feel him getting harder, growing underneath my hand.

  He growls, reaching one of his hands into my hair, pulling my mouth to meet his in a searing kiss. He devours me, as I continue to rub him. This is the hottest kiss of my life. I have a feeling that it will always feel like this with him.

  When he finally lets my mouth go, I trail kisses from his jaw to his ear and then down his neck while I pull his boxers down to release him. I encircle my hand around his hardness and start to pump him slowly, pulling away and looking down at my hand wrapped around him. When I flick my eyes up to Jake’s, he is looking at my face. I know he can see the hunger in my eyes.

  I’ve given blow jobs to seven guys. And I have never really wanted to do it. It wasn’t forced, it just wasn't something that I really cared to do, but did anyway. But I am so turned on right now. I want him in my mouth.

  I keep his eye contact as I lower my head and lick the bead of cum off of the smooth tip. He moans, I smile. I love the effect I am having on him.

  His hand is still in my hair and I can feel his grip tighten. I take my tongue and lick the underside of his length from base to tip. I know he wants me to take him in my mouth. So I do. I wrap my lips around the head and suck as I continue to pump him with my hand. His other hand comes to my head as I start to slide my mouth down his cock, swirling my tongue around. When my lips meet my hand, I put both of my hands on his thighs and let him guide me all the way down until my lips meet the base. Then I let him take over. He moves my head with his hands, guiding me up and down his length.

  I have never let a guy take over while I was giving him head. I wanted to have the control to stop when I wanted to. To take him as deep or as shallow as I wanted. With Jake, I trust him to know what I can handle.

  He starts thrusting into my mouth, moaning my name. His movements speed and then he is pulling me off of him. “Put your hands on me, I’m gonna come…”

  I smile and wrap my hand back around him jacking him, while I take the tip in my mouth and work it with my tongue. “Ah, fuck, Rachel. I’m gonna come…” I moan in response and his hips start
moving again, and then he groans. I swallow him as he releases in my mouth.

  I sit back on my heels and look at him. He is leaning back on his hands, head tilted to the sky, legs still out front of him pants undone and open. His eyes are closed as his breathing returns to normal. I reach down and tuck him back into his boxers and fix his pants.

  When I look back up at him, he is looking at me with a lazy smile on his face. “Best blow job ever.”

  “Another best?” I say smiling.

  “Seriously. You give amazing head.”

  “I am honored that you think so,” I giggle as I get up to straddle him and lay my head on his chest.

  “Rachel, I hope you know that I’m never letting you go.”

  Butterflies take flight inside me. I hope he means it, because when you say something like that to a girl, she’ll believe you.

  “Rachel?”

  “Yeah,” I breathe out.

  His mouth lifts into a smile and his eyes narrow as he grabs my waist. “Your turn.”

  Before I know it, I’m on my back.

  Chapter 11

  Later that night, when all the candles have been blown out and the wine is empty, Jake and I are lying naked together in his bed. I am curled up next to him, my head on his chest while he trails his fingers up and down my back. I run my hands over his tight stomach while replaying that last two hours in my mind. Our breathing is still labored while we come down together.

  “Now that was the best sex I have ever had. I don’t think it can get any better than that,” Jake says breaking through the silence.

  “Challenge accepted!” I joke and look up at him.

  “I will be happy to participate in trying to top that,” he says kissing my forehead.

  “I bet you would. Question: Favorite sexual position?” I say.

  “Anything that gets me inside you,” he responds smiling.

  I smile back. “While I love your answer, I am looking for an actual position. You’re, um, more experienced than me and I'm just curious.”

  “Let me say something before I talk to you about my sexual history.” He pauses, and then continues after he takes a breath. I can see him thinking about what he is going to say. “I’m not a dick. All the girls I was with knew we were together for one thing. You are different. I would never talk to someone else about you like this. So don’t think I’m a total asshole and I’m gonna run my mouth about our sex life. I would never think of you in the ways that I thought of the other girls. You are this,” he says grabbing my ass, “and so much more.”

  “Okay. I understand,” laughing at the way he decided to tell me that I was more than a piece of ass.

  “Now that the disclaimer is out of the way, I usually preferred doggy-style. I found that to be the most efficient way to get off. But with you, I like looking into your eyes. Watching you while you come,” he finishes, his voice just above a whisper.

  I shiver at his words. “I like that answer even better than the last one.”

  “It’s the truth, Rachel. You look beautiful when you let go like that. And to know that I was the one that did that to you, the only one that has, does something to me.”

  I am dying for him to do it to me again. Right now.

  “When you just talk about me like that, it does something to me.”

  “As much as I would love to see that look on your face again right now, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

  “Okay…” The way he said that is making me a little nervous.

  “We talked earlier about my parents and I was wondering if you would tell me a little bit about your mom. You don’t have to talk about her death or all of that family stuff you mentioned before. Just tell me about her life. What she means to you.” The look on his face is full of understanding. He has experienced pain in his life and he wants me to know that he is here for me.

  “Um… maybe later?” I say. I want to talk to him about her, but right now just doesn’t seem like the right time.

  “Why not now?”

  “Um, well, I’m naked and exhausted from the sex we just had. When I talk to you about my mom, I would prefer that we were both clothed.”

  He smiles. “I guess that makes sense.”

  I smile back, trying not to focus on the fact that my heart has started racing at the thought of talking to Jake about my family. “I should probably get going anyway,”

  “This isn’t going to be a thing is it?” he asks.

  “Huh?”

  “Avoiding talking about your family?”

  “Um, no.” Kind of. I want to keep him around. And the few guys that I have talked to about this haven’t reacted in the way that I wanted them to. I want to talk to him about everything, just not yet. I don’t want to risk losing him.

  “I promise I won’t bring it up again. When you’re ready to talk about her, we can talk about her. And hopefully, everything else. I want to know everything about you. The sad stuff, bad stuff, happy stuff. Everything. Anyways, now that I put all that out there, I’ll leave it alone.” He looks so worried that I am going to bolt.

  “I wasn’t leaving to avoid a conversation about my mom. It’s just that I have an early class and I need to shower. Somebody gave me quite the workout,” I smile and wink at him, trying to bring the levity back into the moment. Everything he just said has me wanting to lay everything out there right now and at the same time, run far, far away. But we’ve only been together a day. I need to figure out what this is first.

  “Okay,” he says sitting up with me and smiling. “I guess I’ll let you leave.”

  “Let me leave?” I ask giving him a wry look.

  “Oh, stop! You know what I mean,” he says getting out of bed and handing me my clothes. We both start getting dressed, me in the same clothes I came over in, him in a pair of basketball shorts.

  He gives me a kiss before he opens the door and smiles at me. “Enjoy your shower. And see you around three tomorrow?”

  “I’ll come over after my last class gets out,” I say smiling back.

  He opens the door and I walk across the hall to my room. I turn back around and he is leaning against his doorframe with his arms crossed, and I want to run right back into his room and tackle him onto his bed. “Just making sure you get back to your room okay,” he says with a sexy smile on his face. I think he is thinking the same thing as me.

  “I only live across the hall, Jake.”

  “Okay, fine. I just wanted to watch your ass while you walked away.”

  “Oh my god! Jake! Someone could hear you!” I say looking back and forth down the hall.

  “You weren’t worried about that when I was fucking you earlier,” he says smirking and raising an eyebrow.

  “Oh my god! Goodnight, Jake,” I say, my cheeks turning red.

  “Goodnight…” he looks both ways before whispering, “girlfriend.” Then he smiles as we both close our doors.

  I sit on my bed and smile, thinking about the time I just spent with Jake. I get up and start to get my stuff together for my shower, when my phone alerts me to a text message. The message that was just sent is from Jake.

  Miss you already. See you tomorrow…

  I am falling so hard for this guy.

  And then I have one from Jenna from an hour ago that I haven’t checked yet.

  So?!?! Did you go down?!?! I am dying over here!!!

  I respond: Yes.

  I smile. That simple response is going to kill her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came here demanding a word for word recount of how I sucked his dick. Not that she would get one…

  ***

  It’s Wednesday afternoon. We got the results from the student health center this morning we are both clean and healthy. Even though it’s what we expected, it’s good to know for sure.

  Today is the first time we will be going to the center where Jake works and I am really excited to see him interact with the kids there. Even though I was running a little late coming from class, I rush and end
up arriving to the common room right on time. Jake is sitting on one of the couches and all the freshmen that are going to volunteer are already here.

  Jake sees me and stands up to address the group.

  “Okay, everyone. Let me tell you a little bit about what we are going to do today. There is a group of three to five year olds coming in first. The class is about an hour. We’re going to do an activity on dynamics. Should be pretty fun. And then there is also a group of junior high kids coming in after that. It’s more like individual practice for them, but we can help with technique and answer any questions they have.” He stops and looks over at me.

  “Any questions so far?” I ask the group. Jake told me what to expect earlier in the week.

  “Um, yeah,” Joel, one of the music majors says. “Are there going to be other people in the groups with the kids? Like parents or something?”

  “Yes, the younger kids will have parents with them, but most of the kids love interacting with new people. If they come up to you, then talk to them. Don’t be shy, they certainly aren’t,” he says laughing. “Both groups have children with different types of disabilities, but don’t pay attention to their disability. Pay attention to the abilities they have. A lot of the older kids are really talented musicians. And little ones always have fun with the activities.”

  “Any other questions?” I ask. No one speaks up, so I say, “Okay, then. Let’s head out!”

  The group walks out the common room ahead of Jake and me. As soon as the last one walks out of the room, Jake wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground and giving me a quick, but hungry, kiss. He leans into my ear and says, “I’ve missed you today.” Then he puts me down and heads out of the common room ahead of me.

  I take a moment to gather myself and then follow him out. Jake turns and smiles at me as I catch up to him. We head down the street to the center. It isn’t that far of a walk and it’s a beautiful day out. If only I could hold his hand…

  “Um, hey... Didn’t we talk about keeping our relationship private?” I say still flushed from the kiss. Our relationship is fine by the rules. Trust me, I checked. But I don't want Jake and I to become part of all the gossip that goes around the floor.