Fight Me

by Lacey Black

“I’m more of a ‘show you’ kinda guy, darlin’. Which way to your bedroom?”

  Since I’m so breathless - and honestly, I’m not sure I could form more words at this moment anyway - I point up the stairs as indication of where we should be heading. Jake bends down and picks me up so I’m straddling his front, legs locked around his waist, arms tightly around his neck. I know he’s plenty strong and should have no problem holding me up, but we have to go up stairs, and I don’t want to wear him out.

  Jake takes the steps two at a time, his long strides easily lifting both of us up the stairs. When we reach the top, he’s not even winded. In fact, he seems more energized. He kisses me again without abandon, holding me tightly against his body. I can feel the heat through our clothes. I don’t know if it’s from him or me, but the temperature just skyrocketed considerably on the way up here.

  It’s like my body has a mind of its own. I grind my core against his stomach trying to relieve the ache I feel between my legs. “You better not do that too much, darlin’, or this party is going to be over before it really gets started,” Jake growls against my lips.

  I can’t help it, though. My body is screaming for release like I’ve never felt before. In fact, I’ve never felt anything like this before. The few times I’ve had sexual encounters in the past, well, they were nice, at best. The guys I’ve always dated where the types who were more concerned about their studies or careers. I always came a very distant second.

  “Please, Jake,” I say as I pry my lips off of his. “I need you.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, darlin’. Which room is yours?”

  I point again and return my mouth to his. I can’t get enough of his kisses. He’s so possessive and domineering even in his kiss. I want him to possess me. He is my drug. He is the key to my survival.

  Jake walks into my room and gently sets me down on my bed, but doesn’t join me. He stands over me, eyes blazing a hot trail down my body. I wiggle under his gaze which causes him to moan.

  Jake begins the painstakingly slow process of undressing me. He starts with my boots and socks. He’s going so slow, staring so intently at me, it’s like he’s committing to memory every part of my body.

  “Sit up,” he commands. Jake has clearly taken control and I realize that I want him to, need him to. He has so much more experience at seduction and foreplay than I do. I wouldn’t even know how to seduce him.

  Jake reaches down and ever so slowly lifts my sweater. He runs his fingers up my sides, burning my skin with his touch, as he guides my shirt up and over my head. I shiver at the feel of his hands roaming over my instantly goosebumped skin.

  He takes in my white cotton bra and groans. “I never knew white cotton could be so sexy.” His lips are on mine a moment later. I honestly don’t think that white cotton is sexy in any way, but the way Jake is looking at me, making me feel, I feel like it’s the sexiest thing in the world.

  He continues to kiss me as his hands begin to wander down my neck towards my chest. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched. Jake palms one breast through my bra, kneading it with his big strong hands. He lightly pinches my hard peaks causing me to moan against his lips.

  He trails kisses down my chin, my neck, making his way slowly towards my breasts. He gives the cotton a gentle tug freeing my breasts from the restrains of the bra. His mouth descends upon them immediately. His mouth and tongue are hot and wet and send lightning through my body, straight to my core. The sensations cause me to whither underneath him as I raise my body upward seeking more contact with him.

  Jake kisses his way down my stomach. He reaches down and releases the button on my jeans. With his large hands, he starts the process of removing my pants. I wiggle under his stare, his touch, and close my eyes at the intense sensations coursing through my body.

  Jake’s growl causes me to open my eyes. He’s staring at my plain white cotton bikini underwear. “These are soaked. It’s the hottest fucking thing ever.” He dives down, placing soft open-mouthed kisses to my thighs. I feel his large fingers pull the cotton to the side, exposing my core. Goosebumps cover my body as the cool air hits me in the most sensitive places.

  “For weeks, I’ve been dreaming about how you would look laid out on a bed, ready for me to feast on. I can’t wait to taste you,” he says in a low voice. His face dips down to my core, tongue dipping out of his mouth as he takes a long, slow lick of my center.

  I can’t control the moan that erupts from my throat, from my gut. Jake gently teases me with his tongue, focusing on the pulsing nub at my center. He places his finger at my entrance. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he says without removing his mouth. The words cause vibrations to pulse through me sending me so close to the edge. I’m teetering on the edge of sanity and insanity. I’m ready to beg him to just finish me off, to push me completely over the edge.

  Jake slides one finger inside me. It’s been so long since someone has focused this much attention on me, on my needs. Jake moans against me, again. He whispers, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  “Please, Jake.”

  “Please, what?” he asks, but I can’t answer him. I can’t form words over the insanely erotic sensations that are flooding my body. Jake demands my attention, my response. “What do you want, Erin?” he asks again.

  “You. You inside me. Please,” I beg. I know I’m begging for release, but I can’t help it.

  Jake plunges his finger inside in a fast, possessive rhythm, his tongue doing wonders on my clit. I close my eyes as the stars burst, my body starts to shake, and my core tightens down on his finger. I let out the most unnaturally loud scream as the orgasm rips through my body. I hear myself saying Jake’s name over and over again. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

  As the tremors start to subside, my breathing is still erratic as I gulp in large mouthfuls of air. I finally force open my eyes and look up at Jake. The look on his face is primal, fierce. “The fact that your neighbors now know my name as the person who was just gave you that orgasm makes me want to do it all over again. Right now.” I smile in response because my limbs are still Jell-O and my breathing is not anywhere close to normal yet.

  “That is so embarrassing,” I mumble.

  “That, darlin’, is so damn hot. It sets the bar pretty damn high for future orgasms. I can’t wait to try to top it. Every. Single. Time.” Jake pecks a kiss on my lips in between each of those last three words. “Don’t move. We are definitely not done yet,” he adds as he stands up and starts to remove his clothes.

  Jake without clothes is a work of art. Seriously, he should be hanging in a museum somewhere as everyone fawns and drools all over his magnificent body. His chest is broad and perfectly sculpted, and he as a tattoo over his right pectoral. It looks like some sort of military markings, and the dark ink against his tanned skin looks amazing. I can’t wait to get a hold of him and explore. None of the guys I’ve ever dated had a tattoo, and I didn’t really care for them before. Before Jake. His tattoo makes me feel like I’m with a real bad boy.

  Jake tosses his boxers and stands before me gloriously naked. I look down at his very large, very long shaft jetting out from his groin. I gasp at the sheer size of it.

  “What?” he asks.

  “I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” I reply all wide eyed and with a little worry laced in my voice. My only experience with sex was with men who were nowhere near the size of Jake.

  He chuckles and starts to climb onto the bed. “Trust me, darlin’. It’ll fit. But we’ll just take it very, very slow. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I respond as he takes his place over top of me, gently kissing my lips. My body instantly responds to his touch, his kiss. His kisses hypnotize me in a way that none ever have before.

  His hands begin to explore my body again, touching me everywhere. His touch is calm and gentle, not hurried like it was earlier. I feel safe and cherished in this moment with him.

  Jake sits up on his knees and reaches for his wallet. He removes a f
oil package and sets it on the bed next to me. I look down at his shaft once more as my mouth waters, fingers itching to touch him.

  I lean up on my elbows as I reach out and gently touch him. His shaft jumps as my fingers touch the soft, velvety skin. I wrap my hand around it and it appears to get bigger, harder right before my eyes. I look up at Jake and his eyes are closed. The look on his face is one of pure ecstasy so I gently start to pump my hand up and down, slowly and with a little pressure.

  Jake moans as his head falls back. That sound coming from his lips encourages me to continue my exploration of his manhood. I want to run my tongue up and down the vein that is pulsing in my hand, but before I can do that, Jake grabs my hand and pulls it off of him. “You keep that up too much longer and we’ll never get to the really good part.”

  Jake’s lips seek mine one more time as he lays me back down on the bed. He sheathes himself with the condom and poises himself over the top of me, over my entrance.

  “Ready?” he asks. I shake my head, not trusting myself to be able to form words. “We’ll go slow, okay? If it hurts too much, I’ll stop.” Again, I shake my head.

  Jakes presses the tip of his shaft inside of me. He gently guides himself, very slowly, inch by glorious inch. I gasp as I feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, voice filled with concern.

  “No. Don’t stop,” I tell him. There isn’t much pain as I feel myself stretch. It feels magnificent.

  When he’s all the way in, he kisses my lips. “Okay?”

  “Definitely okay. This feels amazing.” And that gives him all the encouragement he needs to continue. His pace is slow and gentle. His hands explore my body, and his eyes never leave mine.

  Jake changes up our positioning a little so that he’s kneeling as he drives into me. This position allows him to go even deeper and hit that spot inside of me that makes me moan. The sounds I make seem to drive him further over the edge as he starts to pick up the pace. He spreads my knees further apart as he continues his drive for release. His hand makes its way to my stomach and trails down to my center. He gently rubs the little bundle of nerves between my legs and practically sends me orbiting into another world.

  I feel myself tighten around him as my second orgasm of the night takes hold. It’s not quite as intense as the first one, but equally as earth shattering. Jake’s name is on my lips as I lose control underneath him. His eyes are locked on mine as he pounds into me a few more times, stills, and loudly moans his own release.

  Jake collapses down on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat, as we pant and try to recoup from the exertion together. “That was fucking amazing,” he mumbles against my neck.

  I couldn’t agree with him more. My body is tired and my limbs limp. I couldn’t get up and walk out of this room if I tried. I especially can’t because Jake is lying on top of me.

  Jake rolls over onto his back and just lies there for a moment. A few minutes later, he gets up and goes into the master bathroom to dispose of the condom.

  When he comes back in the bedroom, I start to get a little self conscious. Am I supposed to ask him to stay? Expect him to leave? I have no clue. The only guys I’ve slept with I was dating. I’m technically not dating Jake. I reach down and grab a hold of the sheet, ready to cover up my body. I feel so exposed lying here for the world to see.

  I decide to take a chance and invite him to stay with me. What’s the worst that could happen? He will say no or he will stay. When he stands by the bed looking down at me, I flip the sheet open as if in invitation for him to join me. He hesitates but only for a moment. “I have to work tomorrow. I can leave whenever so you can get some sleep; sleep in if you want to.”

  I yawn as my body begins to relax against his. “What time do you work in the morning?”

  “Nine.”

  “I’ll be up way before then. I want you to stay,” I say as my eyes lock on his.

  Jake leans forward and kisses my lips. “Good. I want to stay,” he says as he tucks my much smaller body against his.

  Jake’s gentle breath on my head, the steady thump of his heart in his chest, and the caress of his fingers on my back are the last things I remember as I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Jake

  As I start to wake up, I’m instantly aware of two things. One, I am definitely not in my own bed. This one is soft and smells like flowers. And two, there is a very soft hand wrapped around my hard-on. I crack open my eyes and feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. No, not at the action going on down below - even though that is a pretty damn awesome way to wake up. I’m struck by the sheer beauty of Erin with her hair all wild from sleep. Her make-up-free face is flawless and glowing. Her bare breasts are peeking over the top of the blanket.

  “Mornin’,” I say as I watch her stroke me.

  “Good morning,” she says with a shy smile. “There’s something that I’ve wanted to do since last night,” she purrs.

  Hell yeah! “Well, by all means. Don’t let me stop you,” I add with a cocky smile. I lace my hands behind my head and just enjoy the show.

  Erin runs her tongue down my shaft from the tip to the base. I feel it jump and pulse in her hand. She slowly starts to work her hand up and down, tracing the same path with her tongue and hand. It’s a delicious combination as she pleasures me with her mouth.

  When she takes me inside of her warm mouth, I almost lift up off the bed. I’ve had my fair share of blowjobs before, but the feel of her lush mouth on me almost sends me over the edge and coming instantly.

  She moves her mouth up and down – slowly at first and then gradually picking up speed, - applying gently suction from her mouth as she goes. I feel the familiar tightening in my balls and I know I’m close to coming. Erin starts to move faster, sucking harder, and gripping me tighter with her hand. When she reaches down and grabs a hold of my balls, I’m done.

  “I’m going to come,” I warn her.

  Her beautiful green eyes lock on mine and the determination is evident on her face. She tightens her hand further as she pumps and I come with force inside her mouth.

  I’ve seen girls who shy away from the act of blowjobs or of getting anything in their mouth. Erin did neither of those. She welcomed it. If the look in her eyes is any indication, it seems to turn her on even more.

  I lace my fingers through her hair as she continues to lick and suck me until I’m going limp in her hand. I lay back with my eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling of her mouth on me. “That was fucking awesome.”

  “It was my first one,” she confesses quietly.

  My eyes open and find hers. She has the cutest look on her face. It’s a combination of shyness and embarrassment. That look has always been one of my favorites.

  “Well, you handled it like a pro. You’d never know it was your first time.” I reach down and grab her arms, pulling her up against my chest. “How is it possible that you’ve never done that before?”

  “Well, my past boyfriends never seemed very interested in it. It just never really came up.”

  “You have been dating the wrong kind of guys then, darlin’,” I say with another kiss of her full lips. I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to kiss her.

  “You’re probably right,” she adds.

  I look over at the clock and see it’s after seven. Just enough time to return the favor, shower, and grab breakfast. Hell, maybe return the favor in the shower – you know what they say about two birds and one stone. “Let’s take a shower and grab breakfast before I have to go to work.”

  “Okay,” she says as I lead her towards her master bath.

  Inside, I turn on the hot water until I see the steam rising up in the air. After adding cold water and adjusting the temperature to a comfortable setting, I turn around and extend my hand to Erin. She doesn’t even hesitate to grab a hold of it. I pull her against me, my lips seeking out hers as if entirely on their own.

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p; “I have morning breath,” she mumbles as I continue to kiss her.

  “I don’t care. So do I.” She opens her mouth for me and I plunge my tongue inside, devouring her mouth with my own.

  I pull her towards the tub and step inside. The water is warm and does wonders against my muscles. I grab a hold of the sides of her head and hold her still as I consume her lush mouth. I quickly remind myself that this moment is for Erin, to return the sexual favor I received this morning when I woke up.

  I pull away from her face and guide her back towards the shower wall. She gasps as the cold wall touches her back. “Stay here,” I tell her.

  I move the shower head so that it’s spraying her. I don’t want her to get cold, after all. Then I drop to my knees and spread her legs. I use my mouth and fingers to repeat what I did last night. This time, I add a second finger.

  Erin’s hands are in my hair, gripping onto my head as she holds on for dear life. That act alone makes me want to bend her over and plunge into her. But, I won’t. At least not yet.

  I feel her body tense up as I bring her to orgasm. Her moans are sweet music to my ears and all the encouragement I need as I slow my fingers and tongue to very gentle strokes. Her hands fall from my head and her knees start to buckle. I quickly stand up and grab a hold of her to keep her from sliding down the shower wall.

  When I’m sure her legs will hold her up again, I lay gentle kisses along her neck and collarbone and let go of her, turning and grabbing the bar of soap. As I lather up my hands, Erin winds her arms around me, her chest pressed up against my back and rests her head against my mid-back. She sighs heavily, feeling completely relaxed. I love the feel of her body pressed firmly against mine.

  As I turn around, I grab her arms and start to lather her up. I use long, firm strokes with my hands to massage the soap into her skin. “Oh my God that feels so good. I used muscles last night that I didn’t even know I had.”

  I laugh as she rolls her neck from side to side. I start kneading her neck with my fingers which earns me another delicious moan. I fucking love that sound.