by C L Green
Chapter Thirteen
Boring
With Jake gone, the room quiet and little else to do but wait, my thoughts wander. First they wander through the conversation I’ve just had with Jake. A short time later they wander to what is likely to happen when Jake returns.
This means they wander to sex.
To the one activity I have not undertaken in this bed. This bed that just a few short weeks ago, felt like a prison. A bed that I have spent so much time in since leaving Tony that I’ve exhausted nearly all other forms of bed based amusement possible.
Rolling onto my stomach, I drag a pillow up hard against my face and groan. I groan because I’m both nervous and excited at the same time. My mixed emotions stem from the reality that I’ve only ever had sex with one person. Tony.
He took my virginity on my eighteenth birthday when I was so drunk out of my mind, I hardly remember it. From then on sex with Tony was infrequent, sporadic and usually limited to Friday and Saturday nights. It was also boring.
Very boring.
Tony’s idea of foreplay had always been simple. Roll over to me in bed, start kissing, whack a hand on my boob and then climb on. What would then follow would be a sweaty wrestling match where we’d kiss – a lot. In among the kissing I would wiggle about trying to get myself comfortable. While I did this, he would continue to pump and grunt on top of me at warp speed as if he was trying to win an Olympic race to achieve the fastest male orgasm.
Which also meant that sex with Tony was quick. Fast and furious, it was usually over within minutes. Which also meant that I had never had an orgasm during sex with Tony. Ever.
On a couple of occasions, thinking that my lack of orgasm may have been positional, I’d tried to be adventurous and provoke a change of position. These tries also turned out boring (and orgasmless) because Tony only seemed to take them as a cue to pump and grunt from a different angle. I soon worked out changing positions wasn’t worth the effort needed to push him off and flip either me or him over. So I stuck with his missionary pump and grunt sessions, enjoying the kissing because from my limited experience, he seemed to be a good kisser.
It was because of these brief pump and grunt sessions that I started reading romance novels. Hundreds of them. Hundreds of romance stories that regaled the amazing activities of what a man and woman could do in the bedroom and these stories made me hot.
So hot that I drove myself to the nearest Club X store one day and bought myself a Boff. (Battery operated forever friend.) Which may not have helped improve the boring sessions with Tony, but it sure did improve the sessions without him.
Which leads me back to my current groaning. I am groaning because Jake makes me hot. Way hotter than any book I have ever read and he does it by just looking at me. He also makes me hot when he growls at me. Which is strange because after what Tony did to me, if any man even growled in my general direction you’d think I’d be spinning and running. Spinning and running in the other direction as fast as my feet could carry me.
But I don’t feel like running from Jake. At all. When Jake growls I know he is not going to hurt me so it makes me feel hot. It also makes me feel like running towards him, not away. Like I’m hot and he’s the cold water. The cold water necessary to cool down my hot.
Hell yeah.
I don’t remember every feeling like that with Tony. I’m also frustrated because I no longer own a Boff and I haven’t had chance to release any of my tension over the past weeks. I need an orgasm.
Even if it is only self-induced one. Which right now sounds like a good idea. A very good idea because I swear to God, if Jake turns out to be a jump, pump and grunter, I may just self-implode.
Spontaneously.
With a Boff, at least I know I can keep a grip on myself. Letting some of the tension go before a session with Tony always helped. If I relieved the tension first, it didn’t particularly matter to me whether I enjoyed the sex or not. As long as he was happy, I was happy.
Which means I need to buy a new Boff.
I should get online and order one today. I’ve got my own credit card now which leaves me with no reason not to. Admittedly, I have thought about replacing my Boff a couple of times over the past weeks but shied away from placing an online order using Jake’s credit card. I hadn’t liked the thought of Jake reading his credit card statement to discover I had been shopping online at Club X.
So what to do right now?
Maybe I could try taking care of myself… manually?
Or maybe not.
Because it feels wrong masturbating when there are people nearby. It feels especially wrong when I know there are people not only in the same building, but just a few short rooms or hallways away.
Whenever I used my Boff in the past, I always did it before Tony got home and the house was dead quiet. No distractions and no fear of being caught. With all the noises and people coming and going around here, I doubt I’ll be able to relax enough to let go.
Damn.
I really need to get over my fear of being caught and my ability to be easily distracted by noises. Especially if I’m going to continue to live here, surrounded by good-looking men. Panty moistening men who spike my tension levels so much I think my clitoris is going to burst if it doesn’t receive some attention soon.
Or maybe Jake could just take care of my frustration and the need for privacy and a Boff would magically disappear.
Or maybe not.
It’s more likely the stories of mind shattering, life altering sex that I read in romance novels are just that. Romance. Romance meaning fiction, make-believe, mythical stories. Which leads me back to my original problem.
Damn.
I think I am going to have to take care of myself. Manually. Which is a whole new ball game. I’ve never tried it without my Boff. I can only assume that without battery operated speed it will take longer.
Do I have enough time? Can I even do this?
This is the all new, improved me. Brave me. Who gives a fuck that I’m not alone?
Yes I can.
With my decision made, I roll to my back and undo the button on my jeans. I close my eyes, now praying silently that Jake will take his time in the shower as I open my zipper. I slide my hand slowly inside my lace panties before hesitating slightly to hold my breath to listen for noises outside the room.
All clear.
I can still hear the faint sounds of talking and laughter coming from the communal room, but no noises nearby.
I slide my hand further down, closer to the target and stall again. Listening carefully, I find I can also make out the faint sound of the shower running down the hall.
All good, he’s still in the shower.
With a deep breath and long sigh, I push my fears of discovery to the back of my mind and slide my fingers straight to where they need to be. And it is good. My poor swollen, neglected clit zings to life as I apply soft pressure direct to its center. With another sigh, I start to roll my fingers and to my surprise feel the familiar tightening in my stomach and my insides clenching.
Jesus, I’m primed.
Letting a soft moan escape my lips, I slide my fingers further down and dip them inside to find myself swollen and moist. I’m oozing with need. Sliding my fingers back up, I rub some of the sticky moisture over my clit and feel it fluff up even more beneath my fingers.
Holy shit.
This all feels so different from when I normally just press my Boff against it and let it rip. Feeling my own arousal makes me even hotter as my mind flashes to thoughts of Jake in the shower.
Oh my God.
A fiery jolt rips from my clit and travels straight up my spine. My stomach clenches again and I feel my vagina start to contract. My legs start trembling. I’m so close and I’ve barely laid a finger on myself.
I find that somewhere along the way I’ve started panting and the blood is rushing in my head again. This time my blood is not rushing because I am stressed. This time my blood is rushing because I�
��m sure I’m about to have the best orgasm of my whole fucking life.
With my eyes still jammed close, I roll my neck back as I rub my fingers across my clit again and another fiery jolt launches through my body. Lost in the moment, I rub again, harder this time as I lift my hips from the bed and push against my own fingers.
I’m so close.
Frustrated at being close but not quite there, I groan and roll my hips, reaching for more pressure from my own fingers. And that’s when I hear it.
The sharp intake of breath.
Fuck.
With a jolt, my eyes snap open and I rip my hands from my pants.
“You couldn’t fuckin’ wait?” Jake’s deep gravelly voice growls from the doorway.
I swing my eyes to him mortified. “Ohmigod,” I whisper.
My worst nightmare.
I’ve just been caught red-handed. The one thing I did not want to happen.
Jake quietly closes the door behind him and I blink slowly as he strides towards me. He is now wearing clean jeans and a fresh gray t-shirt with an ACDC logo on front. His hair is wet and pushed behind his ears. It is dripping slightly and I can see the wet patches around his collar from where the water has been running down his neck.
I watch as he approaches the bed like a hunter stalking prey. His eyes on mine, hard and fiery. I can’t decide whether he is angry or excited. I briefly consider launching up and fleeing but find myself staring at his huge, powerful body instead.
His strides barely falter as he lifts his arms above his head to grab his shirt behind the collar. With a yank, he rips it over his head and tosses it to the floor. I gasp as I watch his chest muscles flex and he lifts a leg to plant his knee on the bed next to me. Within what seems like an instant he swings his other leg over the top of me, throws his hands down either side of my head and his lips smash into mine.
I press my eyes closed as to my surprise another jolt blasts from my core straight along my spine. It makes me groan.
If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say he’s not angry.
Jake plunges his tongue into my mouth and starts plundering. I respond. One hand finding its way to the back of his head and the other sliding up the hard muscles of his back.
Holy shit.
I moan again as he takes one last swipe with his tongue and then withdraws from my mouth. I mewl softly with agitation as his lips leave mine. I want more. Lots more.
Feeling Jake’s hot breath against my face, I open my eyes to find him staring at me intently.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in a long time, babe. Fuck.”
I wince and let my eyes drift back towards the door. “Um…”
“Don’t be embarrassed babe. I said that was fucking hot.”
“That was horrifying.” I whisper as I continue to stare at the door.
I feel him shift his weight to one hand as he lifts his other hand off the bed to press gently against my jaw. “Babe,” he murmurs softly, tilting my chin to face him. “That was so fuckin’ hot I nearly blew in my pants. Fuck.”
I look up at him and I like what I see. His eyes look like they are on fire. Flecks of gold are glistening among the green. “I didn’t mean for that to happen… I mean I didn’t mean for you to see that,” I murmur as I try to turn my head towards the opposite wall. I need to look anywhere but at him.
My worst nightmare.
“I’m sure you didn’t, but it made my fuckin’ day seeing it,” he chuckles softly as he swaps hands and tilts my face back to his. “You horny babe?”
I blink and stare at him again as I watch him grin down at me. God, could he be more direct? “You could say that.”
“I can help you with that,” he murmurs as he flexes and leans down, his lips connecting with my neck.
“God I hope so,” I mumble as I twist my head to give him better access to my throat. And I do. Because I so need this.
Please Lord, don’t let him be a pump and grunter…
“I know so,” he murmurs back as he swipes his tongue across the cord on my neck and then sucks a piece of soft flesh into his mouth. A shiver thrills down my back and I tilt my head back further in a silent plea for more.
Holy shit.
I don’t ever remember shivering with Tony. What the hell was that?
“Stop thinking so hard,” Jake murmurs against my neck as he starts sliding his tongue down my collarbone and towards the top of my shirt.
Huh?
“What did you say?” I ask in a barely audible whisper.
“Stop thinking so fucking hard. You’re wound up like a spring babe. Relax.”
“I can’t…” I mumble softly as my mind starts reworking through ever single sexual experience I’ve had before. Accessing the deepest vaults of my mind I find myself convinced I’ve never shivered. I’ve only ever read about shivering. “Um… Jake?”
I feel his whole body tense above me as he pulls his mouth from its meandering trail across my neckline. “What?” He asks cautiously, slowly lifting his head to look me in the eyes.
“Um.... I just thought you should know… I’m a…”
I watch as his eyebrows snap together and he looks confused. “You’re not a fucking virgin are you?”
Huh?
“Fuck no!” I blurt loudly, shocked at his crazy assumption.
“Thank fuck!” He looks down at me with a relieved look on his face. “Jesus fucking Christ. I would not have seen that coming…” His relief clear he stares at me intently for a few seconds before asking, “So what were you going to say?”
“Um…” Good God, how do I say this? “I’m a bit… nervous.”
I watch as Jake knits his brows slightly then a look of understanding crosses his face. “Fuck,” he says as he pushes away from my face and rolls to his back next to me. “Of course you are,” he says as he sighs. “I keep forgetting what happened…”
“God no. It’s not that,” I murmur staring at the roof.
“Then what is it?”
“I’ve only ever been with Tony and it was boring,” I blurt out loudly.
“What the fuck?” He grunts as he rolls back on top of me, doing a push up with his arms so he can look at my face. “You’ve only ever been with one guy and it was boring?”
He looks astounded. Could this get any worse? I’m already wishing I had kept my mouth shut. The look on his face says it all. I’m clearly a freak. Who the hell says sex is boring? Why didn’t I just grin and bear it like I always do? What the hell was I thinking? “Um, well… yes.” I squeak shutting one eye and peeking up at him with the other.
“Fuck me,” Jake says giving his head a little shake as if he is trying to clear his mind. “Arianna…”
“I’m sorry for wrecking your mojo,” I mumble as I open my second eye and roll my eyes towards the door again, avoiding his scrutiny.
It would be so nice to be somewhere else right now.
“You’re fucking sorry?” He growls angrily and I jolt my eyes back to his.
Shit.
“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He growls again looking angry and confused.
“Because…” I start but Jake stops me midsentence by throwing his weight slightly to one side and lifting a finger to my mouth.
“Shut it Ari. Whatever the fuck you are about to say, don’t bother.”
“But…”
“I said shut it,” Jake growls, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Two things you need to know. The first : telling me you’ve only ever been with one other guy says a lot about you. It says that you are loyal and trustworthy and don’t sleep with a man without giving it some thought. The second: telling me that you’ve only ever had boring sex is fucked up. Sex is not fucking boring.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumble again, trying to apologize for being a freak.
“For fuck sake Arianna, shut the fuck up!” He snaps again leaning his face closer to mine. “I haven’t finished talking.”
I mouth the word, “Oh,” and decide to shu
t my mouth and keep it shut this time. Clearly he doesn’t need to hear my apologies.
“I reiterate. Sex is not boring Ari. If you think it is, I need to tell you that you’re wrong. And knowing you as I do, I also know that what you’re thinking is not your fault. It would be that fucktard Tony’s fault. If he was so useless that he didn’t get you going, that’s on him. It is not on you. You need to scrape that shit out of your head and fuck it right off.”
I feel my hair move at the side of my face with the force at which Jake finishes his statement. His hot breath has been blasting against my face as he speaks. Not sure how to respond to his statement I err on the side of caution and decide to remain silent. I can’t prove or disprove his theory until I experience the difference with another man so I figure I just need to shut up.
“I can see you’re unconvinced,” he murmurs softly, his face searching mine. He starts to blink slowly as his eyes soften and his jaw muscles relax. “Clearly I’m just gunna have to show you, yeah?”
“That could be a good idea,” I agree softly as I look up at him, a tight feeling building in my core.
Sliding my eyes to his neck they start to wander along the dark slashes of tribal ink as it spirals down the side of his neck, into the dip of his collarbone before sweeping across his huge pectoral and down his arm. Before I realize what I am doing, I find myself licking my lips and swallowing as moisture floods to my mouth.
Jake chuckles softly as he lowers himself closer against my body. My eyes swing to his and I catch a flash of dark, inky green depths as his mouth seeks mine. Another shiver slides through my body as his tongue plunges deep inside and the taste of Jake invades my senses again. All thoughts, both rational and irrational flee my mind as my body takes over and responds to his onslaught.
Pushing back onto my shoulders, I arch my hips upwards seeking more contact with his body. My arms slide over the back of his rib cage and I find myself softly clawing into the smooth hard muscles on his back. I marvel at the sheer enormity of Jake as he hovers gently above me, his huge body dwarfing my tiny one as I arch my back to grind my hips wantonly against his.
Jake growls softly against my mouth as he slowly withdraws his tongue to run it around my bottom lip. I can feel his arousal now, his hardness above me as I grind against him.