by Robyn Roze
CHAPTER 21
The next few weeks were full for Olivia and Jake. Their schedules were hectic with projects, exams, Olivia working at the local hospital and Jake coaching the Panthers - a seventh grade lacrosse team. However, they had managed to make time for each other as often as possible. Jake had made sure of it.
When she could, Olivia attended the Panthers games and really enjoyed watching Jake with the boys. He was definitely in his element and she felt sad that his injury had cut short his college lacrosse career. She could just envision him suited up and wreaking havoc on the field, what she would’ve given to have known him then and seen him in action.
He also had fans other than Olivia at the Panthers games. She had noticed that some of the moms seemed to pay special attention to Jake. Only half kidding, she had asked him once if there were any MILF’s she should be concerned about among his groupies. He had simply cocked his head looking her up and down before picking her up and tossing her onto his bed to answer her ridiculous question with actions instead of words.
Now she was sitting at the raised counter in Jake’s kitchen watching him make hot fudge sundaes. They had stopped on the way to his place for ice cream and toppings. They were celebrating an early start to the weekend and the end of a very chaotic past few weeks. Their schedules had just happened to work out so that they would both be free of classes and other commitments on Friday, a three-day weekend that Olivia was seriously looking forward to spending with Jake.
Jake McCloud had turned out to be such a sweet unexpected surprise. Thinking he would be bored with monogamy by now, she had not expected they would still be together, but here they were in his kitchen. She was still waiting for it to end though, either by his doing or by hers. She knew this couldn’t last. Nothing this good ever did. So in that spirit, she was determined to make every minute with him count, and she had a surprise for him tonight.
He was becoming increasingly perturbed that she would not spend the whole night at his place, but she had her own reasons for wanting to sleep alone, reasons that had nothing to do with Jake. However, she knew he took it personally, so to surprise him, she had already packed a small overnight bag in her backpack earlier in the day before he picked her up after class. She was going to surprise him in a number of ways tonight and she squeezed her legs tighter just thinking about it.
Jake had finished building their sundaes and placed Olivia’s in front of her. Chocolate brownie chunk ice cream, dark chocolate chips, toffee bits, mixed nuts, diced bananas, whipped cream, caramel sauce and hot fudge. Her mouth was watering. They dug in moaning and groaning at the party in their mouths.
Jake looked over at Olivia and remarked, “Sounds like I have competition. Should I be jealous?” She looked over at him with a mouthful of the heavenly dessert, shrugging, and shot him a you just might expression. He smiled and turned her to face him, kissing off the chocolate around her mouth.
Olivia licked her lips and said with mock indignation, “Hey, you’ve got your own. I’m not sharing!” She went back to stuffing her mouth with the chocolaty creamy delight.
Jake reached over picking Olivia up by her hips and straddled her across his lap. She had managed to keep a hold of her bowl and spoon and leaned back against the raised counter as they finished their sundaes facing each other.
“I talked to my mom a few days ago. Jason’s going to be home this weekend and she really wants me to come home, too. I haven’t been back for quite awhile.” She could tell he was gauging her reaction.
Inside her heart dropped. She had really been looking forward to the long weekend with him, but she knew he should go home. After all, she was gone one weekend a month.
She didn’t let her feelings betray her when she responded, “I think you should go. I’ll have plenty to keep me busy here and you can sext me while you’re gone,” she said, placing her spoon seductively in her mouth and arching her brow.
Jake pulled her closer. “I want you to come with me, Liv. I know you have a thing about spending the night, but I thought maybe you could make an exception.” It was clear he wanted his family to meet her.
Olivia felt apprehensive about a family gathering, and her head told her to slam on the brakes, but her heart replied, “I’d love to go home with you,” before her head had time to stop the words from falling out.
“Really?” Jake asked, as if he had expected to work harder for that answer.
She could tell he was thrilled and decided to shock him further. “Yeah, and when you take me back to the dorm tomorrow, I’ll pack then.” She could read the quizzical expression as his brain rewound the dialogue.
“Tomorrow…?” he questioned with narrowed eyes.
She smiled softly and brushed at his stubble with the back of her fingers. “Yeah, I thought I’d spend the night here tonight. I have an overnight bag in my backpack.” She chewed at the inside of her lower lip waiting for his reaction.
He took their empty bowls and placed them on the counter behind Olivia. Then he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her hard. She had obviously made him very happy with her overnight arrangements.
Olivia could tell where Jake was heading with his hands and his mouth. She broke away from him and squirmed off his lap. He got off the bar stool and reeled her backside into him growling in her ear, “Where do think you’re going?”
“I need to get something from my backpack.” He had one hand up under her shirt and the other between her legs.
“The only thing you need is to get these clothes off,” he demanded hoarsely, undoing her jeans and holding her tighter.
Olivia struggled futilely and rasped, “Jake I brought something for tonight.” He was brushing his stubble along her neck and nipping at her ear making it difficult for her to concentrate. “You said you’d do it anyway I wanted.” He froze.
“What did you bring?” he asked in a fog.
Olivia pulled away, grabbed her backpack and headed toward the bedroom. She turned to see Jake breathing hard and watching her with stormy eyes. She winked and motioned with her finger to follow. He stalked toward her like a hungry animal as she disappeared into his room. She undressed down to her black lacy thong and heard Jake’s breathing hitch, as he walked toward her with his hands stretched out to grab her and she raised her hands up to stop him.
“Get undressed, Jake,” she ordered boldly. He stopped and she could see in his eyes that he was deciding whether to obey. His lids narrowed and he smiled dangerously at her. That look alone made her clit throb. He stepped back, pulled his black long-sleeved t-shirt off, and tossed it onto the floor next to her. He was still smiling as he undid his jeans, dropping them to the floor and tossing them with his foot onto the floor beside Olivia. All he stood in were his scorching hot, black trunk briefs that were incapable of hiding his heavy erection.
Olivia swallowed hard. It was like appreciating an extraordinary work of art perfectly sculpted to epitomize the ideal male form - long muscular legs, narrow lean hips, ripped abs, strong chest, broad shoulders, chiseled biceps, triceps and powerful forearms anchored by strong wide hands. Then she saw the predatory expression set on his square jaw and the hooded cloudiness in his dilated eyes. Her window was closing. He was ready to strike.
“Lay on the bed,” she choked out bravely.
He intentionally strode past her, stopping just inches from her and boring his heat into her eyes. She refused to look away and returned his heated look as his gaze dropped down to watch her lick her full crimson lips. He smiled and deliberately brushed against her as he moved onto the bed.
Olivia deeply inhaled his scent and knelt to remove a couple of items from her backpack before moving to the bed. She straddled Jake’s stomach and his hands moved to touch her but she stated firmly, “No touching, Jake.”
He gave her a hard stare and challenged, “You think you can stop me?”
She dangled the leather straps in front of him. “We’re doing it my way, remember?” He swallowed and looked at the leather c
uffs and back to Olivia. She smiled confidently. He pushed his head back in the pillow, fisted his hands, and held his wrists in front of her. She adjusted the black leather Velcro straps around his wrists and reached above him to place the heavy-duty chain over the wide finial post at the center of his headboard.
She looked down and saw him staring at her breasts swaying just above his face but out of his reach. She bent down closer but moved before he could taste them. She saw the expression on his face and smiled. “I said no touching.” Then she quickly slipped the black mask in place over his eyes.
Jake threatened hungrily, “You know when I get out of these,” he yanked at the leather cuffs, “you’re in serious ass trouble.”
Olivia slanted forward, so that her breasts brushed against his chest, and whispered seductively into his ear, “I’m looking forward to it.” She could feel his erection growing harder and larger before she shifted off him.
Jake felt her get off the bed and heard the door open. It sounded like she was in the kitchen. The microwave door opened, closed, and then chimed when done. What the hell was she up to he wondered? He gauged the strength of the leather cuffs and smirked. His hands were just close enough that he could reach the tab on one of the Velcro straps. Okay, he chuckled quietly; he would play along for a little while.
He heard Olivia padding back into the bedroom, then close the door and lock it behind her. She set something down on the nightstand and moved back onto the bed straddling him. She stilled and Jake imagined her with a self-satisfied grin as she coveted her conquest gripped firmly between her taut thighs. He could feel her moist heat on him. Christ, he could not wait to get his hands on her. His fingers dug into his palms as he clenched his bound fists. She leaned down and began kissing him deeply. Their tongues were locking, jabbing, and coaxing as Jake began struggling against the cuffs. He knew she was thoroughly enjoying that he couldn’t touch her.
Jake felt Olivia reach over to the nightstand. Not being able to touch her or see her was already making him crazy, but he would try his best to be patient as long as possible. Then something very warm, almost hot, weaved across his chest and then his nipples. Olivia began tracing the heat on him with her finger and then she began licking and sucking it off his body, as she moaned softly. The heat and her tongue were a wicked combination. She slid down him a little further and he felt more warmth drop and wind onto his stomach, outlining every muscle. His breathing was becoming heavier as the warmth and her mouth kept moving south. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he felt the balmy liquid drip lazily over his shaft.
She licked every last drop off him before drawing in each one of his balls fully into her mouth. Then she took his erection deep into her throat eliciting rippling moans and growls from him. Jake strained even more against the leather cuffs now and began breathing deeper. She sucked him harder and stroked his entire length. Then she poured a trail back up to his chest and lapped up every drop of it until she reached the top.
She murmured sexily in his ear, “Hot fudge tastes even better on you.” Nibbling his lobe and nipping at his neck, she cooed, “It’s a delicious combination.” She hungrily took his mouth and he greedily took every bit of remaining hot fudge from her mouth and lips. He started to yank harder at the restraints. He wanted these fucking cuffs off. He needed to touch her, needed to be inside her, and then she grasped his shaft in her hand and plunged it deep inside her center. He arched his hips for extra depth and groaned loudly.
She started riding him slowly before sliding up and down his length faster. He could feel her start to circle her clit with her fingers while sliding her other hand behind her and down his leg to balance as she angled back further so that his crown hit her sensitive spot with every stroke. Oh, God, it felt so good to be inside of her. Her breathing became more shallow and stuttered as she gave in to the sensations.
Jake started moaning louder and tossing around more. He was going out of his mind and was determined not to come yet. He was done with the restraints. Reaching a hand over, he was able to grasp the strap with his finger and thumb pulling at it while yanking the cuff in the opposite direction and freeing himself. He immediately ripped off the mask and remaining cuff to see the erotic scene unfolding of Olivia writhing and riding him. She was rubbing her clit with her head thrown back, moaning in delight. He grabbed her hips roughly and started moving her up and down deeper and faster.
Olivia’s head popped up at the feel of Jake’s hands on her body and she saw his eyes wild with desire as he focused on her. He knew her climax was fast approaching as he drove harder into her. Then as she groaned her release, Jake sat up to begin tugging and sucking at her nipples while gliding his hands over the silky sheen of perspiration on her back. She raked her hands through his hair as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. Then he lifted her off him flipping her onto her belly and covering her with his weight.
Nuzzling her ear, he rumbled, “Now we do it my way.”
Jake began brushing his stubble along her neck and shoulders working his way slowly down until he reached the valley that led to the soft round hills of her ass. He grazed each cheek with his shadow cupping both in his hands, squeezing and massaging the perfect fit. Then he bit and pulled gently at the tender flesh evoking soft moans from Olivia. The charged trail of stubble continued down the back of her thighs and knees and he noticed that her hand was between her legs and she was rocking her hips. Reaching over and lifting the cuffs off the post, he drew both of her hands above her head and bound her.
He whispered hoarsely in her ear, “Don’t move your hands again, Olivia.” She breathed deeply and nodded against him, and he smiled.
Jake slid down her body between her legs until his feet touched the floor. Then he grabbed her hips and yanked her up to her knees, hearing her gasp and leaving her to balance on her forearms. He admired her beautiful backside with his eyes and hands before plunging two fingers into her heated core and rounding off her clit with his thumb. She was so slick and hot that he wanted to come right then but had other things to do first. She moaned and pumped against his fingers and thumb as he worked her. He felt her quickening and then tighten around him as she came. Making sure that his thumb was good and wet, he slid it from her folds to caress her other opening, causing her to squirm and pant softly. Jake waited and gently rubbed at and around the soft puckered opening again. This time he heard a low moan as she pressed her forehead between her arms and against the bed.
“Do you like that, Olivia?” he asked huskily.
She exhaled breathily, “Yes.”
Jake smiled at the future possibilities. No longer able to hold back, he grabbed her hips firmly, driving deeply into her hot core in one mighty thrust. Her back arched and he heard his name escape her lips. He drove in and out of her, pounding harder, faster and deeper, growling at the sound and feel of her ass smacking forcefully up against him. Her cries and moans heightened his arousal and he slid his hand around her hip and down to her throbbing nub causing her more distress.
Olivia started bucking wildly as her next orgasm bore down on her. Just as she crested and rolled in her release, Jake thundered above her stiffening like a statue pouring everything he had into her. He slumped forward to support himself with one hand on the bed while the other still grasped her hip, holding her tightly against him. Then he slowly pulled out from her rippling center and shifted them both to the center of the bed. He removed Olivia’s leather cuffs and spooned her tightly against him swallowing her whole. She was quiet and unusually still.
“Liv? Are you okay?” Had he been too rough with her? Rounding her shoulder with his thumb, he inhaled the sweet scent of her silky hair.
“Mm-huh,” she replied dreamily.
“Are you sure I didn’t…hurt you or anything?” Jake gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Olivia’s brow pulled together and she shook her head softly. “What? No. No, of course not.” She rolled to her back and smiled up at him. “I like everything you do, Jake.
” Still smiling, she ran her finger along his soft lower lip. “Hard, soft and everything in between. If I needed you to stop, I’d tell you.”
“Promise?” He narrowed his eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered assuredly, adding, “and if you’re thinking about plundering the booty,” she grinned and continued, “we can talk about that sometime…” She trailed off as she traced the subtle cleft in his strong chin.
Jake laughed a little. “Plunder the booty,” he repeated shaking his head. “Oh, Miss Marshall, that mouth of yours.” He kissed her softly, whispering against her lips, “Is that something you like?” He pulled back a little to gauge her.
She gave a small shrug and responded, “I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.” She raked her hands through his now very tousled, coal-black waves and declared passionately, “But I’d try anything with you.” She pulled his mouth roughly to hers and kissed him deeply.
Jake rolled on top of Olivia, shifting his weight to his forearms, holding her face in his warm hands. He was totally crazy about this girl. The life he had before her was a distant memory that didn’t even belong in the same ballpark with Olivia. Yeah, Steve and some of his friends were busting his balls about being whipped and playing the field as long as possible, but what he had right now was so much better than anything he’d had before that there was no going back for him. He was hooked and happily swimming in her hold.
He just hoped Olivia felt the same way. She never talked about her feelings for him or their relationship and he was starting to think that anytime he was close to telling her how he felt, she would change the subject or try to divert him in some way. It was almost as if she was waiting for it to end. Probably because of his playboy days, he told himself, and he could understand that. He would just have to prove to her that he could be trusted.
When Jake pulled away from their kiss, Olivia saw that look in his eyes again. She was seeing it more often, and could feel herself stiffen trying to will him not to say it. She didn’t know what she would do if he did. It would make everything to come so much more difficult. If he really knew her, that look would vanish anyway, and she didn’t want to see what would replace it.