“So,” he says sitting down on my bed and gesturing for me to join him. “How was your day?”
“Good. I got a lot done for each of my classes, so, yay me!” I say as I climb on top of him, straddling his hips. He chuckles and kisses me again, before I ask him about his practice.
“It was good. We worked a lot on our original stuff. Mostly arranging the songs I’ve been working on.”
“Wow, Jake! That’s really cool!” I say, excited for him. “Are you going to work some of the songs into your sets at The Grove?”
“Uh… soon. I’m still working on the lyrics. Fine tuning them,” he says smiling and looking into my eyes. Then he clears his throat. “So, uh, how was lunch with Jenna? What sex story did you tell her?”
My face instantly heats at the memory of the story I told her and the actual act. “I told her about last night…” I say blushing further.
“Last night, huh?” he says, pulling my hips down onto him so I can feel his erection growing in his jeans.
“Yep,” I say breathlessly.
“I’d like to hear your thoughts on last night,” he says, trailing kisses from my ear down my neck, his gentle lips and warm breaths sending shivers all over my body.
“Mmm…” I respond, moving my hips so that I rub against his hardening length. “Last night was a nice surprise…” I say as he slides his hands into my sweatshirt, palming my breasts. My hands go from his shoulders into his hair and I moan as he sucks at my neck while fingering my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my tank top.
“Right now, when I discover you have no bra on…” he mumbles against my neck, “…is a nice surprise. Last night was something else. Is nice the best you can do?” he says pinching my nipples a little harder.
I moan again. “Erotic. I told her it was the most erotic moment of my life…” I say trailing off as I start to rock my hips harder against his thick, hard cock.
His groan in response sends chills through my body. “That’s a much better way to describe last night,” he says as he moves his mouth back to mine and kisses me deeply.
Passionate. Possessive. Hungry.
I reach down to take his shirt off and then pull my sweatshirt and tank top off. He looks into my eyes for a moment, before looking down at my breasts and sucking in a sharp breath. “Your breasts are perfect. Perfect pink nipples,” he says before leaning in and taking one into his mouth. Then he lifts me, flipping us so I am on my back with him on top. He takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking, nibbling, and caressing both of my breasts until I am writhing beneath him.
“Please, Jake… please…” I’m not sure what I am begging for, but he must know because he kisses down my stomach and then kneels on the floor next to the bed. He pulls me down to edge of the bed and quickly removes my pants and panties in one movement.
He spreads my legs wide, his face close to my wet and throbbing center, but not close enough. I lean up on my elbows so I can see him and the vision before me makes me groan. He is staring at my pink folds, licking his lips. What is he waiting for?
“Jake…” I plead.
“Tell me what you want Rachel…” he rasps out, not taking his eyes off of my pussy.
“Please, Jake…”
“Please what, baby? I want to eat that perfect pussy so bad, but I’m waiting for you to tell me what you want…”
I squeak at his words. My breaths are ragged and I feel myself get even wetter. He must know what talking dirty does to me, because I hear him groan as he runs a finger up my center to my clit, before putting that finger in his mouth and sucking it clean.
“Rachel, tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it…”
“Put your mouth on me, Jake. Please, please…”
I barely get the request out before he growls his response, and runs his tongue along my folds. I bite my lip and moan loudly as I reach down and tug on his hair. His thumb goes to my clit, rubbing it in painfully slow circles as his tongue swirls around my opening.
“Mmm… you taste so good…” he moans against me, before darting his tongue in and out of me.
“Yes, Jake… Oh god…” I whimper, moving my hips at the blissful torture.
His finger comes off my clit, his tongue moving to replace it as he slides two fingers into me, pumping them in and out. “You’re so wet…” he says, pulling away as I try to urge his face back towards my pussy. “Touch your tits, babe. Tease your nipples while I eat you out… while I make you come…”
His explicit demands, that might normally make me blush, are making me feel wanton. Out of control. In his control.
At his command, my hands instantly leave his hair and go to my heavy breasts. My fingers start to tease my nipples, sending shocks of pleasure right down to where Jake is working his fingers and now thankfully, his mouth.
He sucks my clit between his lips with just the right amount of suction, my hips buck off the bed and I grind myself further into his face. His tongue starts circling my clit as he hooks his fingers, rubbing that amazing spot inside of me.
I start moaning and whimpering incoherently, squeezing my eyes shut, my hips thrusting into his eager mouth on their own. I feel like a woman possessed. Pleasure is coursing through my body as Jake works me closer and closer to orgasm. He seems to know just what to do to keep me on the edge. I pinch my nipples hard, hoping that this will take some of my focus off of the center of my body that is throbbing, begging for release.
I open my eyes and look down, catching Jake’s gaze in my own.
The heat in his eyes. Seeing him between my legs. Seeing the pleasure on his face. Knowing that he enjoys giving this to me.
All these things have me coming undone. I explode as waves of ecstasy radiate throughout my body. My hips buck wildly, my body shakes, and my head thrashes from side to side as I bite my bottom lip, trying to quiet my screams.
When I come down, I look down to see Jake is standing, his jeans and boxers have been removed and he already has a condom on. How long was I incoherent? That has to have been the best orgasm ever. Like, in the history of the world.
He reaches out for me and pulls me up so I am standing in front of him. He lifts me, his hands on my ass, urging me to wrap my legs around him as he starts to kiss me. My taste is on his lips and tongue. I moan at the flavor and I can feel his cock twitch between us.
He sits on the bed and pulls my hips down, my folds sliding against the thick length of his erection. He kisses me hard as we rock against each other.
“Put my cock inside you…” he says roughly, sounding aroused. He lifts me away from him and I position the tip of his length at my entrance. He pulls me down as he thrusts up, only putting the first few inches inside me.
With one look into his eyes, I know that he is feeling as crazy as I am. We are ruled by our bodies in this moment. Fueled by pleasure and need.
I moan and try to press down further, but he lifts me back up slowly, and works those few inches in and out of me until I am begging for his whole cock.
When I don’t think I can stand it any longer, he finally pulls me down roughly as he pumps up into me. We both groan as the tip hits my cervix, the painful pleasure nearly knocking the wind out of me. We sit there for a minute, not moving. Just breathing. Panting. He takes my legs and unwraps them from around his body, setting my knees on either side of him. The movement of his cock inside me as he does this has me whimpering for more.
And I don’t have to wait long. He kisses me hard and palms my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples before he rasps out, “Ride me. Work my cock in that pussy…”
At his words, I moan and reach behind me to put my hands on his knees. Using them for leverage. I start to move up and down, doing just as he said: working his cock in my pussy. I squeeze my muscles around him as grind myself down onto him. Another orgasm starts to build as I pull up and slam back down onto him.
“Tell me what I feel like inside you,” he demands, watching my breasts move a
s I ride him hard.
“You feel so good… so big…”
He groans.
I moan. “I’m gonna come again… Jake…” I start to chant his name.
He lifts one of my nipples to his mouth and sucks right as I start to pulse around him, my orgasm hitting me hard. Releasing my nipple from his mouth, he presses his face to my neck. His tongue darts out trailing up the column of my neck, licking the sweat from my skin. His hands trail down to grip my hips, holding me down as he thrusts up into me once more, groaning his release. He moves my hips in circles against him as his body jerks through his orgasm, stilling inside me when he comes down.
He kisses up my neck and licks the shell of my ear, before putting his lips on my mouth. Putting one of his hands in my hair, he pulls me in for a lazy, sated kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself as close to him as I can, wishing I could be closer.
The sex with Jake just keeps getting better and better. And when I pull away from the kiss, the look in his eyes causes my heart to swell. I know we haven’t said it yet, but I know he loves me. Right now, it is written all over his face.
“Rachel, I…” he whispers, before clearing his throat. He pauses briefly, but it feels like the moment lasts forever. “I, uh…”
“Jake?” I say after he pauses again. Please tell me you love me…
He clears his throat again and his eyes close and he nuzzles his face into my neck before mumbling, “You’re amazing.”
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath trying to hide my disappointment. “Thanks Jake,” I say trying to sound sated instead of let down. “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” I finish before placing a kiss on the top of his head.
He chuckles, and rolls us so that we are lying down in my bed. He pulls out of me and leaves me only long enough to throw away the condom. When he comes back, he spoons me from behind, caressing me softly. His fingertips trail up and down my arm, breasts, stomach, leg, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind them. He kisses my neck, humming against my skin.
“What is that you’re humming?” I ask him.
“Huh? Oh… it’s one of the songs we’ve been working on,” he responds before going back to his tender caresses and kisses.
“I like it. What is the song about?”
“Stuff…” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“What kind of stuff?”
“Good stuff…” I can hear him holding back a laugh.
“Fine. Don’t tell me…” I say, faking a pout.
He chuckles and continues to hum the song.
I’m not sure how long we lay there before he breaks the silence.
“So did you and Jenna talk about anything else today?” he asks, sounding a little sleepy.
I roll over a little to check the clock before answering, noticing that it is later than I thought. It’s amazing how fast time flies when you want a moment to last forever.
“Actually yes… a certain band member…” I say. I can play coy too.
“Oh yeah? Brian or Toby?” he asks, stifling a yawn.
“Who do you think?” I say. It might be interesting to see who he thinks my friend would go for.
“You said she was looking for a one night thing. So I’m going with Toby,” he says with confidence.
“Wrong.”
“Brian then,” he says.
“Wrong again…”
“Nate?” he says surprised.
“Yep.”
“Huh… Isn’t that a little weird?” he says, clearing his throat. “I mean, you guys, um, dated… or whatever.” He sounds so uncomfortable acknowledging the fact that I dated his friend.
“Two dates, Jake. And we only kissed a handful of times. It’s not that weird…” I say. I mean, it’s a little weird, but I’m with Jake and I’m happy.
“She knows he’s not into casual sex, right? He’s… uh… he had a bad experience. He doesn’t sleep with a girl unless she means something to him,” Jake says, sounding concerned.
“I told her something along those lines, but she thinks that anyone is down for it if you offer.”
“Not Nate…” he says.
Chapter 16
Fifteen days.
Fifteen days of hugs.
Fifteen days of kisses.
Fifteen days of touching.
Fifteen days of talking.
Fifteen days of sex.
Fifteen days of pure bliss.
Fifteen days of perfection.
Fifteen days of Jake.
The last couple of weeks have been amazing. I can feel us both falling further and further. Feeling something that we won’t tell each other. I have almost said it a million times, but I always hold back. I can’t tell him yet because there is this little voice in the back of my head telling me that this is too good.
Things are never this good.
I have a hard time admitting to myself exactly what I am feeling, let alone Jake. And thank goodness Jenna never brought up the fact that I almost admitted to her that I am falling in… gah! I almost thought it.
It feels like a jinx. Now that everything is so good, it feels like if I think it, speak it, admit that I feel it, everything will fall apart.
But that’s silly, right?
Right?
Definitely silly.
…
…
…
Fine!!! LOVE! I am in love with Jake!
There. I thought it. I admitted it.
If only I could say it.
If only he would say it back.
***
It’s Tuesday evening and we just got back from one of Second Story’s band practices. I have been to watch them two times in the last few weeks and they sound great. And their original songs are amazing, even though I haven’t heard the lyrics yet.
Jake told me he was still working on them. Fine tuning. But Toby, Nate, and Brian seemed surprised when he told them they would be rehearsing them without lyrics tonight. I don’t really know what to make of that, but the same kind of thing happened the last time I went to watch them rehearse.
Maybe Jake just doesn’t want to sing them in front of me. He’s told me before that he uses music to express things he can’t say. The sentiment is tattooed on his ribs. He’s used music to tell me something before when he sang to me at The Grove.
But I wonder why he wouldn’t want me to hear the lyrics to the songs he’s written…
Pulling me out of my thoughts, Jake’s hand squeezes mine as he tugs me down onto his bed. “How did you like the new song?” he asks me as he pulls me to sit between his legs. He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, starting to flip through the channels.
“It was really great!” And it was. The music is phenomenal, building emotion and excitement. If only I could hear the lyrics that go with it. “Are you almost done with the lyrics?”
“I’m still working on them. Trying to get them perfect…” he says, a smile on his face.
“Fine tuning?” I ask, smiling back at him.
“Exactly! See, I knew you understood my artistic process,” he says, leaning down to kiss me.
He finally settles on a movie. It’s half over and we watch about fifteen minutes of it before Jake starts to talk to me again.
“Rachel?”
“Yeah, Jake?”
“I wanted to ask you something,” he says nervously.
“Ask away,” I respond smiling, trying to ease his nerves.
“Before I ask, I want to tell you that you can absolutely say no. I wouldn’t even want to say yes if the situation were reversed, so…”
Wow. What does he want to ask me? “Okay…”
“It’s just, uh, my dad? He called me today and told me he’s coming to town on Thursday. He wants to meet for lunch.” He stops talking, looking at me expectantly.
“Okay,” I say waiting for him to finish. “I don’t really know what you’re asking, Jake.”
He chuckles. “I guess I didn’t ask a questio
n, huh? Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. It will be really awkward. It will be horribly boring. He’s kind of dull and I haven’t seen him in over six months. I guess I just feel like you might make the lunch way more manageable. You have this positivity that you bring with you wherever you go. Maybe it will rub off on us.”
I smile. “Of course I’ll go.”
“Are you sure? It will be really awkward and uncomfortable. It always is. I just don’t want to deal with him by myself this time. This is totally selfish of me to ask you to do this.” This doesn’t sound like the Jake I know. He’s almost rambling. That’s my thing. Jake is always so self-assured and confident. If I can make this situation better for him, then I will. That is what you do for the people you love.
“I understand, Jake. I still want to go.” The worry is still on his face. His dad must really make him uneasy. Emotional. And there is one sure fire way I can bring my Jake back. “But there is one little condition,” I say smiling in way that I hope he finds sexy.
His confusion almost makes me laugh. “Um… okay?”
“I get to be the selfish one tonight,” I say leaning up to kiss him. I shift so I am kneeling in front of him and I pull his head down to mine, deepening the kiss. Eventually, I pull away and look up at him. I can see how turned on he is. His eyes half mast, his cock full mast. “Do we have a deal?”
“Fuck yeah, Rach. You can be selfish any day you want,” he says smiling and running his hands down my sides before gripping my hips.
“I’m talking, like, four or five times kind of selfish. You up for the challenge, big guy?” I say smiling and running my hands through his hair.
He smirks at me. “Big guy, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” I say my smile growing.
“I think I’m up for that kind of challenge,” he says.
“You think?” I challenge.
He chuckles. “I know.”
Before I can even respond, he grabs me and flips me so I am underneath him. I gasp and then laugh as he starts kissing down my neck.
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