by C L Green
A soft moan escapes my lips as I feel Jake sliding his tongue across the edge of my mouth and down my neck. Hitting the collar of my shirt, I groan as he grabs the neckline of my shirt between his teeth and tugs lightly. Jake chuckles again and mumbles against my shirt, “Are you bored?”
“Fuck no!” I groan again as starts to run his tongue back up my neck, pausing in the groove below my ear briefly before grabbing the lobe of my ear between his teeth and giving a light tug.
“I didn’t think so,” he murmurs softly against my ear, his hot breath tickling and sending yet another shiver down my spine.
Lifting his self from my embrace, I find myself mewling in frustration at the loss of body contact. With a quick grin of amusement, his eyebrow piercing lifts as he flashes me an, ‘I told you so’ look.
The look quickly vanishes as he leans back and in one lightning maneuver lifts me forward, rips my shirt over my head and flicks the catch of my bra undone. Dropping me back to the bed, he grabs the front of my bra, rips upwards to loosen it from my shoulders, yanks it off my arms and flings it over his back. I watch mesmerised as black lace flies through the air and disappears from view.
Grinning again, he then scoots down the bed, pausing briefly to look at the already open button and zipper on my jeans before he shoots me another wicked grin. Rolling himself sideways, he leans down and looks at my feet. I still have my ankle boots on. Chewing at his bottom lip for a brief moment, he flicks me another glance before he leans down, rips off my boots and throws them over his shoulder. I flash him a brief look of irritation as I hear them thud to the floor.
Intent on his mission, he ignores me as he pulls my socks off and tosses them too. He then turns his attention back to my unzippered jeans. Without hesitation, he grabs them by the waist and rips both my jeans and panties down my legs in one swift manoeuvre. Yanking them over my feet, he flings the jeans and panties and then sits back to stare at my naked body.
A brief flash of self-consciousness shoots through my mind as I look up to see Jake’s eyes darken as his pupils expand with carnal intent. Any thoughts of self-consciousness vanish instantaneously as I feel a rush of moisture between my legs and my heart starts to race.
Holy cow.
Sensing my arousal, Jake grins at me. “Bored yet?”
“Not yet,” I whisper softly as I stare up at his massive body looming over mine. His hard muscles twitching with each slight movement he makes.
“Not yet?” He muses as he starts nibbling at his bottom lip again. “Mm.”
Once again mesmerized, I watch as he reaches out to gently place a fingertip on my stomach. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as he slowly swirls his finger in a circle around my belly button. I sigh as my body relaxes against his soft touch and another shiver spirals along my back.
Still nibbling thoughtfully at his lip, I watch his eyes as they follow his finger as he slowly swirls it around and around.
I start to pant.
Millions of nerve endings in my body start to vibrate as my whole being focuses on the small point of contact Jake is making with my body. It’s as if the world around us has stopped and all I can feel is Jake’s fingertip.
Jake’s eyes melt into pools of black-green ink as he slowly drags his finger down my stomach and into the crease of my leg. Slowly traveling across the front of my pubic bone, he lingers briefly on the smooth soft skin of my clean shaven pubic area. “Nice,” he murmurs before his finger continues to burn a trail down the inside of my left thigh and towards my knee.
I hear myself groan again as the muscles in my core start to clamp down. Goose bumps prickle my body and I shiver again.
“Boring huh?” He murmurs softly again as he flicks me another grin.
“Fuck,” I pant as I flick my eyes between his face and his finger. Even I can’t believe how good I am feeling and he’s only laid a fingertip on me.
“Soon,” he chuckles again as he starts to slide his finger slowly back up my leg.
I groan again as I clamp my eyes shut and feel myself arching my back against the bed, pushing my pelvis down towards his hand. I need him to touch me.
There.
Sensing my desire, his hand travels slowly upwards and to my amazement, slides straight to my pussy and straight to the right spot. And when I say the right spot, I mean the right spot.
A jolt of electricity courses from between my legs up both my stomach and my spine at the same time. With a gasp my eyes fly open just in time to see Jake leaning forwards as he rolls his legs back over mine. With his fingertip now rolling delicious swirls over my clit, a long slow groan rumbles deep from within my chest.
Good God.
Lowering his face slowly down, I watch as he flicks me one more glance before I feel his hot, wet tongue take a long slow swipe along the crease of my leg. Groaning again, I can’t help myself as my hands fly to the back of his head. My fingers dig deeply into his hair as I push his face towards my core.
He doesn’t resist. Without delay he speeds up his swirling on my clit and slides his tongue deep inside me. My groan turns to a long slow moan and I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. Starting to shake, my body alternates between feeling hot and then cold. Shivers spiral through every nerve as I push harder against Jake’s face.
I can feel myself building.
Jakes stops his delicious swirling for a brief second to quickly replace his finger with his mouth. His hot tongue starts laving away at my clit. His finger soon returns, hooking inside me and hitting me right there. Jolting, a short scream escapes my mouth as simultaneously Jake nibbles and licks at my clit while pushing against my sensitive core.
I come unraveled.
The orgasm sears through my body with the force of a freight train and I hear myself groaning in pleasurable agony. Riding wave after wave of bliss, I am only vaguely aware of Jake rolling away. Still panting, I open my eyes to find him ripping his jeans off and rolling a condom on.
I gasp at what I see.
Hard, sweaty muscles bulging across his massive bulk as he bends forward, taking himself in his hand. His cock, long and thick, the end flaring out, purple and swollen with arousal.
My mouth starts watering again.
Hearing my gasp, he quickly finishes rolling the condom on and before I have time to register his movement, he is hovering above me and sliding deep into my core.
Another long groan rolls deep from within my throat as his hardness slides slowly against my already swollen and sensitive core. My back automatically arches to encourage him deeper within.
Grabbing my legs, he hooks one over his shoulder as he leans forward and latches his mouth to a breast. Sucking deeply, another wave of ecstasy hits me and fire burns through my body.
Holy shit.
With skilled timing, Jake slowly starts to move. Sliding in and out, he creates a rhythm that once again has me panting and moaning with pleasure. Plunging deeper and deeper, I sense he is starting to lose control as he starts slamming into me harder and harder.
I love it. Arching against him I grunt, “More.”
He nods as his mouth leaves my breast with a loud pop. His mouth finds mine and I gasp as he slides his tongue into my mouth. I can taste the muskiness of my own arousal on his tongue. Mixed with the addictive flavor of Jake, I suck deeply and find myself lapping at his mouth for more.
“I’m gunna come baby,” Jake growls against my mouth as he continues to slam me hard and fast. His rhythmic pounding driving me wild.
“Yes!” I agree as I feel the familiar tightening in my stomach muscles as my core coils up ready to release.
Sliding back one last time, I feel Jake slam deep into me as I let go. My second orgasm rips through me, numbing my body and stealing my breath. Jake stills, his cock twitching its release inside of me. I groan as he pulls his mouth from mine and kisses a trail of warmth down my neck.
Gasping for air, I slowly unhook my leg from his shoulder and watch as Jake hesitates slightly before sliding
slowing out of me.
He rolls to his side and I watch as his eyes stare into mine while his chest steadily lifts and drops as he regains his wind. Lost for words, I stare blankly at him. My mind registers that I’ve just had two of the best orgasms of my life and I didn’t have to give them to myself.
Yippee.
I watch his lips twitch as he says, “I’m not gunna ask what just went through your mind but I’m guessing it wasn’t, ‘I’m bored’.”
“Hell no,” I grin back at him.
I watch his eyebrow piercing lift as a cocky smirk crosses his face.
“Do you want me to say it?” He asks cockily and I instantly know that I don’t.
“No,” I mumble as I narrow my eyes and slice him with my best impression of a ‘don’t fuck with me’ look.
“Thought not,” he says.
Chapter Fourteen
Boxes
“Babe, I can see you’re embracing the whole idea that sex is not boring with enthusiasm but your gunna need to give me some down time,” Jake rumbles looking up at me with his inky green eyes.
I am currently straddling his lap while he lies on his back. A short time ago he gave me a round two to remember and now I’m toying with the idea of a round three where I get to be on top.
I’m on fire.
“Oh,” I mumble my eyes sliding to the side of his pillow as I battle with disappointment. Of course he needs reload time, what the hell was I thinking?
“Babe,” Jake rumbles again softly, his voice gentle. I flick my eyes back to his to see he has a lazy and relaxed look on his face. By the sparkle in his green eyes I can see his amusement.
“Have I created a monster?” He asks, his eyebrow piercing lifting as he smirks cheekily up at me.
“Maybe…” I grin back as I lean forward to nibble on his bottom lip.
“Babe,” he mumbles another warning against my lips.
Sitting back up I sigh. “I know, I’m sorry.”
And I am. I could do this shit all day. Having now discovered there is absolutely nothing boring about good sex, I really don’t won’t leave this room.
Ever.
And definitely not while Jake is laying there naked, looking all hard and muscly - and relaxed.
Dear Lord he is gorgeous.
“Babe, if you keep looking at me like that I’m gunna have to do something about it,” Jake rumbles again and I snap myself up straighter as another shiver of excitement rockets down my spine.
Ooooh!
“Not what you’re thinking Babe. I’m thinking I’m gunna have to distract you and I’m thinking there’s only one way I’m gunna be able to do that.”
Double ooooh!
Another shiver and I swear every muscle in my core cramps up.
“Again, not what you’re thinking babe. I’m thinking it’s time to show you what’s in the boxes.”
Fuck!
The boxes. I had so forgotten about the boxes.
Freezing momentarily as my mind snaps its attention back to our earlier conversation, I suddenly wonder if I really want to know what’s in the boxes. Perhaps I’m better off not knowing? Right now I could think of nothing worse than finding out what is in the boxes and not liking their contents. Not liking their contents means I have to leave…
I don’t want to leave. I’ve just decided I like it here. I’ve also just decided I like Jake - a lot.
Fucking boxes.
Sighing, I lean back and start to chew on my lip as I toy with the idea of asking Jake not to show me what’s in the boxes. Perhaps I can just live without knowing?
Unlikely.
Not knowing bad shit landed me here (although I’m starting to wonder if that heavy cloud hasn’t turned out to have a silver lining). I watch as Jake’s eyes darken and a guarded look slides over his face. “Not liking what I’m reading on your face there babe. I thought you’d decided to expand your lines of morality or some such shit?”
“I did,” I agree quickly snapping my attention back to him. I shift my hands to rest lightly on his chest and realize he’s starting to look pissed again. As I study his face and try to read his mood, I catch a brief glimpse of another emotion as it skitters across his face microseconds before his eyes dull and his face blanks out.
Was that fear?
What could possibly be in those boxes that’s worth fearing? Or is he scared of me knowing? How could he possibly be scared of me knowing when he’s already confessed he’s a cold blooded killer to me?
I hesitate before continuing. “It’s not that I care about what’s in the boxes…” I find my sentence trailing off as I consider how to word what I am going to say next. Jake’s face hardens and I find myself starting to feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough to want to slide off his body and place some distance between us. Jake senses this instantaneously and I startle when his hands firmly clamp one each side of my waist to hold me in place.
“Don’t avoid this conversation Arianna,” he warns, a dark undertone to his voice that rattles me to the core.
Fuck!
Out of the pan and into the fire…
Maybe he’s no different to Tony?
A sudden sense of foreboding overwhelms me as my flight instincts sharpen. My body tenses up, preparing to fight a threat I have not yet fully identified. Am I scared of Jake or am I scared of what he is going tell me?
Jakes hands soften against my hips, “Fuck,” he mutters softly as his face relaxes. “Don’t be fuckin’ scared of me Ari. I’d never hurt you.”
Taking a sharp intake of air into lungs that I have only just realized haven’t been breathing, I blink as I battle to relax. “We’re just talking,” he continues. “Your gunna have to learn that sometimes we are gunna be talking about shit that neither of us wants to talk about. Your also gunna have to learn that no matter how scared or pissed off either of us are, it’s still gunna happen. It’s want you wanted wasn’t it? No secrets. Yeah?”
No secrets.
That is what I wanted? My body starts to soften as my shoulders droop forward. He’s right. “Why are you pissed off then?” I ask cautiously.
Still staring at me with blank eyes, I watch as he sighs and his face relaxes. “I’m not pissed off.”
“You look pissed off.”
Slowly squeezing his eyes shut, he draws a deep breath before announcing, “This is new.”
“What’s new?” I ask confused at where the conversation is sidetracking off to this time.
“This,” he says removing a hand from my hip and pointing back and forth between us. “Honesty. No secrets. Care.”
“Care?” Now I’m even more confused.
“Care,” he murmurs as I feel his other hand soften against my hip as his thumb starts to rub gentle circles against my hipbone. “For some reason I give a fuck what you think. I care. It’s new. Never gave a fuck what my wife thought. Never gave a fuck what any female thought. I care what you think.”
He cares?
“About what?”
“Everything.”
“Explain everything?”
Now you’ve got my attention.
“Everything.” He says quietly. “What I do. What I’ve done. I’m not a good man Arianna. I’ve done bad things. I still do bad things. I’m gunna keep doing bad things. Are you going to be able to handle that?”
Am I?
I think so. I hope so.
“Define bad things…” I mumble as I suddenly become aware of his thumb persistently circling against my skin. It’s rhythmic, it’s relaxing. It feels good.
Lifting an eyebrow and giving me a strange look he says, “Off the top of my head, Tony.”
Feeling the need to defend him I butt in. “Tony was an extenuating circumstance.”
“I killed someone Ari – in cold blood. That’s bad Ari and you know it,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. Piercing me to the soul. Burning into me.
Shaking off a cold shiver that shoots down my spine, I continue. “I know it’s bad, bu
t it’s also justifiable. If someone hurt someone I knew really bad, I’d want to hurt them too.”
“I didn’t hurt him Ari. I killed him.” He says again, his eyes still locked on mine. Unblinking.
Becoming frustrated with what appears me to be a useless roundabout style conversation I let out an exasperated, “Aargh.” Startling slightly, Jake’s thumb stops swirling. “What?” He barks at me starting to look pissed again.
“What?” I growl irritated. “Fucking what?” I snap out loudly. “I get it. That’s what. You’re a fucking badass. You kill people. Old news. What the fuck is in the boxes then?” Pinning him with another of my narrow eyed pissed off looks I wait for his response.
Expecting more drama, I soon find myself confused as a change comes over Jake’s face. His lips soften as the edges of his mouth lift into a smirk. His eyes start to sparkle a brilliant green and I can see his amusement.
“What the fuck is so funny badass?” I snap, narrowing my eyes at him even further.
“You,” he mumbles as he starts to knife upwards into a sitting position when he grabs me by the waist with both hands. Lifting me off his lap, he swings to a sitting position, his feet hitting the floor as he places me on my feet in front of him. “Get dressed, we’re going to go poke around in some boxes.”
“Okay,” I agree instantly as I start looking around on the floor next to the bed for my clothes.
“Just, okay?” He asks incredulously.
Narrowing my eyes at him again I lean in close to his face. “I said, o-kayyy.” And I mean it. Let’s get this shit over with. Why the fuck does he think I’m funny now? “Why are you laughing at me?”
Moving quickly, he lifts his hand and grabs me by the hair on the back of my head. Pulling me closer to his face, he whispers, “Never met a woman who got shitty arguing the finer points of whether killing a person is considered badass or not. I like it. I also like the idea of no secrets so let’s get this over and fuckin’ done with before I change my mind.”
With those words he pulls me closer and scalds me with a hot, blistering kiss. Letting me go, I find myself teetering on my feet, my brain slightly addled. Blinking rapidly to restore mental function I redirect my attention to finding clothes again. Without saying another word.