She swallowed. "What now, Jake?"
He ran his lips, the tip of his wet tongue up and down her sternum, then switched his attention to her breasts again. Very slowly, very gently, he took a nipple into his mouth, laved it and sucked on it until she released a soft, pleasurable sound.
He watched her react, assured that she was feeling passion, desire, certain his sucking her tit was driving her farther into lust. Her eyes were wide open, looking down, focused on what his mouth was doing to her breast. But now he closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her skin, her berry-like nipple. He felt her leaning in, getting closer. Jake knew he was getting to her when her fingers pinched his shoulder muscles in a tight grip. He shifted his lips to the other breast, capturing her flesh in one hand. Then he brought two fingers of the other hand up to fondle the already wet nipple.
"Jake…" was all she allowed to escape until with a slight nudge against him, she pushed him back toward the mattress. When he landed flat on his back, she threw herself on top of him, right where he wanted her; her breasts crushed against his chest, her mound fit over his crotch like it was made to do so.
His arms gripped her torso until he dragged the two of them fully onto the mattress. Their eyes and mouths were only separated by inches.
"Wanna try something new?" he asked.
"Yeah, I do, Jake. Show me," she whispered back, that tantalizing smile hovering on her lips, heating his libido even farther.
"Lift up, Roxy, and undo my zipper."
She rose to her knees and did what he asked, not at all surprised when his lively cock jumped into her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling power surging through its size and hardness. She trickled her fingers down its thick length.
He inhaled sharply, could almost feel himself growing bigger.
"Do you want my plumber's helper inside you?"
"Umm, yes."
"Wake him up a little more, Roxy. He's been neglected. He needs some attention." He paused, grinning. "Yours."
She manipulated the loose skin of his penis from the head to the velvet lump and shape of his testicles. "Shit, sweetheart," he said, his voice growing lower, darker. "That feels so damn good I could keep you doing that for hours. You're making me so crazy."
He changed position and searched for her clit between her thighs while she played with his cock
"Jake did you … er, bring something with you?"
"Yeah, in my shirt pocket. Get one. Then you can slip it on for me."
"Are you always prepared?
"I was an Eagle Scout."
"You lied to me, Jake Plummer. The last time you weren't."
"Yeah, right. Well, I wasn't, but I'll make sure now. Are we okay with that?" He decided being blunt would be the best way to find out.
"I guess one night didn't catch me."
Hell, I hope not. For both our sakes, was his silent rejoinder.
He found she was wet and hot, not one bit deterred by the stupid conversation they were having. He rubbed her until his thumb was slick with her juices. She had closed her eyes; he knew she was enjoying the powerful things he was experiencing, too.
"Do you like what I'm doing?"
"Umhum. But I'd better get this thing on you," she said and, pulling open the foil packet awkwardly, threw it on the floor. Then she rolled the condom down his penis as if she'd never done it before.
"Didn't your husband…"
"Yes." And she left it at that. "If I'm to work off my bill, Jake, we'd better get to it."
Jake didn't know if he was more hurt or very angry when he heard the gruff words and the sharp commanding tone of her voice. Who the hell was being the aggressor here? Him or her? He didn't like this turn of events one bit.
With a touch of male arrogance, he grabbed her hips and raised her over his stiffened penis. He still had all his clothes on, even his shoes. "Sit up and lean forward. Hold onto my upper arms or my chest and slide yourself down on my cock until you hit rock bottom. Then we can play."
"We're doing it like this? With me on top? I've never…"
"You're ready for new stuff, Roxy. Relax and enjoy. You'll love the new ride, babe. Wait and see. I'll be so deep inside you this way, you won't want me to stop, ever."
He'd tightened his grip on her pelvis and taught her the rhythm. It took her a few awkward tries. He let her ride him for a while, until fluid drenched the area between their connection, the sound of flesh slapping wetly against flesh. When he felt her contractions start and his own release coming on, Jake flipped Roxy over on her back and pounded his rock hard penis into her, deliberately and with a vengeance. He rode the rest of her orgasm until she grew limp under him. He wasn't gentle. He was still a bit miffed at her. She had angered him … and, yes, she had bruised his male ego with her snide remark. That being the case, he had forgotten the niceties and got on with the fucking.
* * * *
Jake had slumped on top of Roxy after his release. His hands slid alongside her head and he tucked them under the pillows while he caught his breath. He fondled the cool, shape of what he found under the pillows. He figured Roxy kept a flashlight handy in case the electricity cut out, which often happened during summer months when thunderstorms rolled across the mountains. Lazily, Jake rose up off her and slid to her side with the item in his hand. He almost flipped when he saw it was the dildo he'd seen on the top of the chest of drawers that first day.
Abruptly, he snapped erect, his shoulders twitching with indignation.
Roxy felt the sudden move and opened her eyes. When she saw the item he held in his hand, she turned away from him in embarrassment. "Oh God," she groaned softly, and buried her face in the pillow. She blindly reached over and pulled the summer quilt over her nakedness, shamed at the expression in his eyes.
Jake held the thing in his hand for the second time in a week. A sick feeling invaded his stomach along with worms crawling down his masculine spine. His manhood had shriveled to a worm, all right, he thought, looking down at himself dangling out of his pants. Tentatively, he moved a sliding button, and the damn thing vibrated in his palm.
"Who sells this shit? What the hell is wrong with you Roxy? Are you some kind of a … a damn nympho that you need to use this thing?" Jake jumped up and paced the small area in the bedroom, his leather loafers clacking against the oak floor. "You called me a pervert. What else is this?"
He couldn't help himself. He slammed the dildo against the floorboards. It buzzed and the vibrator began to quiver where it lay.
"The damn thing is alive," he laughed angrily. He kicked it with the toe of his shoe, and it skittered across the floor, disappearing under the bed's dust ruffle.
"Noo … I need that!" Roxy screeched from where she lay on the mattress.
Jake strode over to the bed as if he were an avenging angel saving someone from the devil. He roughly pulled her to sit upright. "Damn it all to hell, Roxy. You don't need this crap! I'll take care of you!"
She whipped her gaze away from his defiant glare. "Oh yes, I do!" she replied, not unaware of what he said, only that he was shouting at her. "Who knows how long you're going to be around?" she exclaimed, not looking for an answer.
He shook her, hard, hurting her, while his strong fingers dug into her upper arms until the teeth in her head clicked against each other. He had pulled her so close, her breasts rubbed against his shirtfront. "Dammit, Rox, this damn sex toy is a crutch. It's sick. How … how could you do this to yourself?"
"Jaa-ke! Leave me alone. You're hurting me!" She still didn't look him in the eye.
"Look at me and tell me that I'm wrong, Rox."
The only sound that was heard was the buzzing of the vibrator. Finally disgusted, he let go of her and she fell back against the pillows. "Tell me dammit. I want to know if you always use this piece of shitty plastic or does your mother?"
She snapped up to face him. "My mother? My mother doesn't know anything about these things!"
"Is that right?"
"Yes, that's
right." She glared back at him. "Besides, it's none of your business what I do." Adding under her breath, she said, "I … don't use it very often."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Jake…"
"I wanna know, Rox." His gaze was intense and aimed sharp daggers at her. "Now."
"Oh … all right." To give herself some breathing room, Roxy puffed the two pillows behind her to prop her back and wrapped the quilt up under her armpits. For several moments she didn't look at Jake, but fiddled with her fake nails instead.
"It relaxes me. I need to relax some times. Like when I lived with Grady for a year while we were in school. Neither of us were the best of students, so we worked hard to earn our degrees. He was a finance major, like you Jake, but he didn't take to it much."
When she paused, he said, "It's been a hard market to figure the past couple of years. He might have done better to try something else. But, go on, I'm listening."
"His father pushed him into it," she said, finally meeting his eyes. "His parents didn't know we were living together then. Not until we announced our engagement a short time before … before commencement. They weren't too happy about Grady getting married at all."
"What about your parents?"
"They just wanted me to be happy."
He nodded. He sat back away from her, but his gaze still focused on her face. "Then what?"
"I was lucky to get a job that I wanted in New York. It was where we would live. Grady tried but no one would hire him with his poor grades." She picked at the threads of the cotton quilt. "We sorta drifted apart. We … we rarely saw each other during the days or the nights. I worked a lot of overtime to get ahead. He did a lot of TV watching, I guess. We … didn't share the bed. He slept on the pullout couch."
She raised her eyes and peered into Jake's. "When he got that phone call from his parents telling him they had arranged a job for him in L.A. with a family friend, well, that's when we decided to split. After less than a year."
"I see." His expression was bland. "Did you love him?"
"I thought so in the beginning, but I guess not. He needed a shoulder, and I guess I needed to give somebody one." Her wry smile was uneven, as if she were trying to hold back tears.
"So, what happened next? You've been divorced how long?"
"Going on four years."
"Did you date since? Did you shack up with someone new?"
Again, she glared at him. "I really don't think my personal business is any of yours, Jake."
"I'm making it my business, Roxy. I need to know what you've been doing for the past, what? Almost ten years?"
She frowned. "More like seven." But she answered him. "Then my answer is no. I rarely dated, so of course, I didn't shack up with anyone after Grady. I buried my head in manuscripts, trying to get promotions. And I still get … well, you know." Gazing back up at him, she spoke calmly, truthfully. "I still want to be a good writer, Jake, but I don't seem to be able to get from under things. And I do have to make a living, so I'm stressed sometimes."
"Sounds like a humdrum and lonely existence."
"Yeah. I suppose it does to you."
"Is that why you use the dildo—to make yourself—feel loved?"
What the hell made me ask her that?
"Maybe. But, I bought the damn thing on the Internet and didn't use it for a long time when it arrived in the mailbox. Then I was speaking to some of the girls at work, and it seems there are a lot of women who use a vibrator to … er, alleviate stress, is what I was told."
His eyebrows went up in black, curved arcs.
"Anyway, I gave it a try."
"And?"
She blushed before replying. "Well, if you want to know the truth, it's nothing like you … Jake. Not at all. It's not that good or even satisfying."
He grunted deep in his throat. "I'm glad I have your recommendation," he said and threw another distasteful grimace toward her. Then, suddenly, he grinned from ear to ear and chuckled out loud. "Okay, then I guess we need to practice some more."
"You'll come back, Jake, and…?"
"You bet."
She slumped softly against the plumped pillows again. "Thanks, because I needed to tell someone … well, you, at least. My parents don't know all of it. And certainly, my mother would throw a fit if…"
"Glad to oblige your needs anytime, ma'am," was his lighthearted response. But, he took both of her hands and squeezed them, hard.
"Get rid of that dildo, Rox. Throw it in the garbage. You won't need it. I'm here to service your, er, plumbing." His smile reeked of wickedness. "And anything else."
She couldn't help laughing as she dipped an embarrassed nod back at him.
"I'll be back here on Friday. Okay?" He stood up. "I'm leaving now. I guess tonight was hard on you, Rox. It's been a little hard on me, too," he said, realizing he had a lot to think about.
"Come Friday, Jake, and stay the weekend. Please."
"Whatever you want, sweetheart. Whatever you need."
Chapter Eleven
"What's up, Bro? What're you doing tonight?" Chip Plummer slid his jeans-clad ass onto the barstool next to his big brother at the Lake Clubhouse Pub. An ancient jukebox, a relic of World War II or the Korean War, blared music in the background, making conversation hard to follow.
"Got a date. What about you?"
Jake caught the eye of the female bartender and ordered a draught, pointing to the spot in front of his youngest sibling.
"Not yet. Does she have a sister or a good looking friend?"
Jake laughed. "Nope. She's an only child and belongs to me, exclusively."
"Hmm. Lucky you, Bro. I haven't had a good roll in the hay for weeks."
"What about the joint in Riverdale? You used to frequent that place for easy chicks."
"Shit! There's nobody but high school girls hanging around that place nowadays. I'm looking for a real woman, not a kid that doesn't know anything."
"Chip, my boy, you wouldn't know what to do with a real woman," Jake teased, punching the young carpenter on the shoulder. "Believe me, you're still wet behind the ears, kiddo. You need some lessons from me or Pete."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." Jake laughed again, already envisioning what he'd be doing tonight … and tomorrow night, too. "Are you still necking in cars or have you graduated to a couch or a bed yet?"
Chip glowered at his brother and took a long swallow of his free beer.
"Where's Pete?" Jake asked.
"Went to the Jersey shore for the weekend."
"Why didn't you go with him?"
"He didn't ask me, or I would have. There's a lot more action at the Jersey shore than there is here in the damn boonies."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Jake snickered. "Not if you look in the right places."
"You mean you're getting some regular pooch around here?"
"Where'd you ever hear that stupid word?"
"Made it up, or heard it someplace. What's the difference? So? Are you? Getting some?"
"Why don't you buy me another beer?" Jake replied, unwilling to discuss Roxy with his brother. "And … by the way … it's none of your business." Roxy had given him the same reply. But then she gave in and spilled things about her past to him anyway.
Dammit, he thought, she needs a couple of good fucks. She's been deprived too long. Some basic training in making love would help, too. She needs to loosen up, let go, get her inhibitions behind her.
And he was just the man to teach her.
A mild jolt of lust jabbed him in the groin, probably because he was thinking about tonight's lessons. When another full draught appeared in front of him, Jake drained the beer in a matter of minutes. "Well, sport, it's time I got on my way. Have a good weekend."
"Where are you going? Who's your date?"
"I told you. It's none of your business." He yanked on the curled visor of Chip's NY Yankees baseball cap. "Mom knows I won't be home for supper, but remind her, will you?"
"Hot shit, you're a luc
ky man, Jake."
"How well I know it, Bro."
* * * *
Jake stopped at the liquor store and bought two bottles of wine—the good stuff. It cost him fifteen bucks. He was a beer drinker, but it was his conviction that Roxy had been brought up different than he'd been. This weekend he'd demolish her barriers about hot sex, even kinky sex, beginning tonight. He learned earlier that wine helped her to be less self-conscious, and he was all for it. For himself, he had no hang-ups.
When Jake pulled into the driveway and cut the car's engine, he noticed Roxy's rental was already parked. She must've come home early, he thought. Just maybe she was anxious to make love sooner rather than later. He'd soon find out.
"Roxy?" He shouted loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough the neighbors would hear. He rapped on the back door.
"Come in, Jake," a voice answered from someplace inside the house. The door was unlocked. He closed it behind him and put the two bottles of wine in the refrigerator before walking into the great room. It was empty.
"In here."
When Jake turned down the hall to an open doorway and peeked into Roxy's bedroom, his first thought was to laugh. And, then he almost choked. "Ho-ly Christ!" he said, his eyes opening wide while he suppressed any tangible smile of amusement. Thinking quickly, he yanked his navy polo shirt out of his trousers and over his head and shucked out of his comfortable loafers. In a matter of seconds, he stripped down to his underwear and socks. A fast look down was all it took to see his plumber's helper had grown inside the cotton skivvies. Jake hurried his move toward the bed.
Roxy was a meal in herself, he thought, spread on the bed in all her sugary glory.
She was lovely and sexy. He paused for a split second, gazing down at her. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of looking at her naked. Rampant lust and desire sizzled over his bare flesh, igniting a wildfire in his balls.
"Do you like grape jelly, Jake?" She asked with a silly, rather smug smile on her lips, looking up at him. She could tell he was excited, and she wanted him bad. Her body was already reacting to his gaze.
His voice came out of a dry mouth, sounding raw and hungry. "I think I could live all week on a diet of just grape jelly," he murmured, his eyes glued on her boobs. "And you."
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