The Lover: Book 3 in The Bride Series

by S Doyle

  He glared at me. “No.”

  “Just checking.”

  We got to the room, which I thought was really big with a massive bed. I literally gulped. I heard the door close behind him and I waited, not really sure what was going to happen. Yes, I knew what was going to happen, but I wasn’t clear on how we got there.

  This was us having sex like two people who had no restrictions on doing that. It was almost surreal.

  Then I felt him behind me. He put his hand in my hair and ran his fingers through it. He leaned down to inhale it. I found myself trembling. Like I was a virgin all over again. Only I wasn’t. That was Jake’s too.

  “Ellie, you understand this isn’t going to be like last time,” he whispered into my ear, then bent to kiss my neck.

  “It’s not? Because I have to say, Jake, last time was pretty awesome.”

  “It was. But I was very… controlled. Because I had to be. After four months of thinking about this, I don’t know if I’m going to have that control at the start. Do you get that?”

  I thought I did. He was a guy, he was hard up for sex. The patience I had bragged about might not be there for now. But that was okay. What mattered was that we were doing this, not how many orgasms I came away with.

  I pulled away from him and turned to face him. I pulled off my sweater, undid my bra, pulled down my skirt and panties until I was naked. And because the room was fully lit, I crossed my hands over my chest… well because. It probably wasn’t the sexiest of strip shows, but I figured he wanted to cut to the chase.

  Instead of pouncing, his head fell back on his shoulders and he groaned.

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Isn’t this what you wanted? To go fast?”

  He looked at me. Then he looked at me. Then he was reaching out to touch me again. A finger down my arm, a hand sweeping up my stomach until he cupped my breast. A kiss pressed against my collarbone.

  He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a strip of condoms he tossed on the bed. I counted six.

  This, I thought, was going to be fun. I stopped thinking about how the lights were on and how strange this was that Jake was doing this. I stopped thinking about everything other than how good his touch felt. How much I’d missed the smell of him.

  It was the reverse of that phrase death by a thousand cuts. Instead, Jake was giving me pleasure by a thousand touches. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them, watching the whole time what that did to my breasts. He stroked a finger through my pussy lips, barely touching my clit, which made it even hotter. Then he put that finger in his mouth and sucked on it.

  Oh my.

  Yes, I thought I was starting to understand. The Jake who took my virginity had been patient and sweet and endlessly giving. The Jake who was with me now in this hotel wanted to fuck.

  “Get on the bed,” he told me.

  I did and I watched his eyes as I spread my legs. They got really super dark. Then I watched as he impatiently took off his clothes. His pressed checkered shirt and jeans. He’d ironed everything, which meant this was important to him. That made me happy.

  Finally naked, he loomed over me as he crawled onto the bed, his hips between my legs, his cock pressed up hard against my pussy.

  “Tell me you can handle this, Ellie. It might be a little… rough.”

  I wrapped my thighs around his waist and pressed myself against that cock, making him wet with my desire. Showing without words what I wanted. I’d been turned on since he told me what the hotel key was.

  “Jake,” I said softly, whispering in his ear. “I would very much like it if you fucked me…hard.”

  His head dropped down so that his forehead was pressed against mine. He reached for the strip of condoms and this time I watched as he slid it on. Then he was kissing me, his tongue pushing into my mouth even as his dick was pushing inside my pussy. It was tight and it stung again as he worked himself to the hilt, but I didn’t tell him stop.

  This was no longer about me losing my virginity, or him making it easy for me or any of that.

  This was about us and our bodies being together. Because I didn’t know how he felt, but for me there was a certainty about us when we were like this. Jake Talley was supposed to be inside me.

  His hips started to pump, and it hurt. Then he tilted my hips higher so he could go even deeper, and that hurt. Then he started snapping his hips really hard like he had no control over it, and I reveled in the hurt. Because alongside that pain and pressure of him being inside me came the other feeling. That sense that if he just kept hitting that one spot over and over and over…

  “Jake! Yes! Please!”

  He growled, pumped himself harder and faster, and now I really understood the difference between what we’d done before and what we’re doing now.

  This was fucking, and it was glorious.

  Six

  Jake

  “Fuck yes.” I slapped her ass and she gasped. I had her on her knees, her back arched, her face shoved in the pillows catching her cries. This was the first time I was taking her from behind, and it was fucking amazing. Every time with her felt richer and deeper. Like I could get as far into her as I wanted and she would take all of it.

  Her hair was spread out over her back in this honey wave.

  Mine. All of it mine.

  Some instinct had me gathering it in my hand. I tugged on it and it forced her head back, all while fucking her so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back my come. Then I would shoot into her and that would be amazing too.

  “Jake. Jake. Stop. Stop!”

  It took a second for the words to penetrate. Stop, she was telling me stop. Immediately I pulled out of her and let go of her hair.

  “Shit, Ellie did I hurt you?” Shit, shit, shit. I had let myself lose all control.

  She was breathing hard. I was too, for that matter. My dick was about to explode but I wasn’t doing a damn thing until she told me what was wrong.

  “Ellie? Was I too rough?”

  She shook her head.

  “Ellie, talk to me.”

  “I just… It was all so… intense… and I… I don’t know. I… It was like there was no controlling it. I’m not making sense.”

  She made perfect sense. Fuck’s sake, this was the only second time she’d had sex, and I had been rutting on her for what felt like hours. It had been the most intense sex I had ever had, and I had experience.

  She had none.

  I changed our position. I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard. And I brought her on top of me so we were face to face, her knees straddling my hips.

  Then I took a hold of my dick and gently slid it inside of her. Because I needed to still be connected to her. I didn’t thrust, even though it was killing me, just let her wiggle a bit until she was comfortable.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, even as she began these gentle hip rolls against me.

  “You don’t have to be sorry. You’re new to this. Sometimes sex is about taking and sometimes it’s about giving and sometimes it’s about sharing. I’ve been taking too much.”

  Because I was finally getting to do what I had been thinking about for months. When I’d asked her a few weeks ago what she wanted for her birthday, she’d said me. Then of course she quickly covered that by saying she knew it would be too hard to get away from the ranch.

  It planted a seed that suddenly became clear when Rich said the most obvious thing in the world. If I missed her, I should see her. That’s when I knew. Knew I was going to surprise her for her birthday and fuck her without any reservations. Pretty much ending this limbo shit once and for all.

  Now we were here, it was the middle of the night, we were on our third condom and I hadn’t let her up for air once. And she seemed to embrace all of it. I pushed my thumb between her legs and found her clit, stroking it in time with her hip rolls.

  She hummed in the back of her throat. I loved that sound. Almost as much as when I made her gasp.


  She had her hands on my shoulders and I watched as she looked down at where we were joined. Watched as I pressed deep inside her. Then she pulled herself up and slowly sank herself down again.

  “Now I’m in control,” she said.

  I smiled. “You like that, you little feminist.”

  She leaned in to kiss me and I thought it had been too long since I had tasted her. Certainly more than minutes.

  “I do like it. Is this me taking and you giving?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you not like being on the bottom?”

  “There is no such thing as not liking sex with you. In any way possible. It’s a little harder for me to come this way, but it’s all good. I’ll get there eventually.”

  That’s when she amazed me in the way only Ellie could. She pulled herself up until I left her heat. I nearly whimpered. Then she climbed off me and turned around on the bed. She rested her cheek on the mattress and kept her ass high in the air. It was the most fucking erotic thing I had ever seen in my life.

  “I’m good, Jake. You can go back to taking.”

  “Ellie…”

  “I want to feel it again. In that context. It’s okay to be out of control because I’m giving you something. Please. That’s how I want you to come.”

  This was the part where I refused because I was a gentleman, and clearly banging the fuck out of her from behind while I pulled her hair and slapped her ass had been a little scary for her.

  Instead I got on my knees, positioned my cock against her wet pussy, and thrust deep. Then I leaned over so that my arms were on either side of her head. And I fucked her as hard as I could. When she came underneath me, screaming my name and reaching around for my ass, I felt like a fucking caveman who had claimed his mate. Then I came so hard all I could see were stars behind my closed eyes.

  Ellie

  Sucking dick was delicious. Almost as fun as what Jake had done to me with his mouth earlier this morning. He said I needed a break from penetration, which I didn’t know why, but the word penetration seemed ridiculously hot to me. So he sank down between my legs and made me come twice with his tongue.

  That was him giving.

  Now it was my turn to make him come, although while I was giving it also felt a little like taking too. Because I loved every sound he made. I loved the way he would thrust into my mouth like he couldn’t help it. I loved the way he pushed down on my head like that too was out of his control.

  Jake liked sex. A lot. I was already coming to understand he liked it better when he could tell me what to do.

  “Use your tongue right under the head. That’s it. Right there. Fuck yes!”

  I was a very good listener and a quick study. I pulled him out of my mouth and lifted myself on my hands so I could get a better angle. That had his cock sitting between my breasts and I saw his eyelids get heavy. When his eyes fell to half-mast that, was when he was super turned on.

  I loved that I knew that about him.

  Going with it, I shifted myself back and forth so that my nipple touched the tip of his cock.

  “Ellie,” he growled.

  “You like seeing that, Jake? Your dick on my tits,” I teased. Then I hunched my shoulders together so that his dick was pressed in between my breasts and I moved up and down like he was fucking them. He lurched as if he couldn’t control himself.

  “Do you want to come on them?” I asked. I remembered that from my porn-watching debacle. Guys seemed to go crazy when they could do that. Mouth, boobs, it didn’t matter to me, just so long as he came. And he made that animal growl noise, which was freaking primitive and hot and a total turn-on.

  “Fuck,” he barked, and then before I knew what was happening he had me on my back, pushing my breasts together while he fucked them with his cock. Then it was happening, he was coming and I felt splashes of it on my neck and cheek while he made the growling noise.

  Total bliss. I smiled and but when I opened my eyes I could see he looked horrified.

  “Ellie…I don’t… I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done that…”

  I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Then I was your first boob fuck. Yeah, me. Now let me up. I want a shower and then you’re going to take me somewhere for food. I’m famished.”

  He rolled off me and I headed for the bathroom.

  “Ellie, are you really okay with that?”

  I stopped. Suddenly tense. I didn’t face him when I asked, “Should I not have been? Was that like… too slutty for you?”

  A second later I felt him wrap his arms around me from behind and instantly I relaxed.

  “Because slut shaming is not cool, Jake.”

  “I’m sorry. That’s not what I was saying. I was afraid… I feel like I keep pushing you. You have to tell me if it’s too much.”

  “I think I did that before. What just happened was not too much. The point is to have fun and feel good, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did I do that for you?”

  “Yes. You’re the sexiest creature I’ve ever known.”

  “Then that’s all that matters. Isn’t it?”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Go take your shower.”

  Jake

  “Hi, and if you can, tell them to really burn the bacon for me. As crisp as you can get it,” Ellie told our waitress.

  “Will do.”

  We were sitting at a table at a breakfast place not too dissimilar to Frank’s. We each had a cup of coffee. Ellie had been pleased to see that I brought some extra clothes from home for her. She was adorable in jeans and a t-shirt and her wedge sandals.

  Except I was trying not to look at Ellie too much because when I did all I could see was that phantom splash of my come on her cheek.

  In my life I had never been so free with a woman during sex. I knew how to make a woman come, I knew how to get off. This was different. This was like fulfilling any fantasy I’d ever had. My dick between those perfect breasts and Ellie smiling at me wickedly as if she would give me anything I wanted.

  I had been helpless. It had been frightening. I wondered if this was what Ellie had felt last night when she told me to stop. Like neither of us could handle the passion of what we were together. It was all too much.

  I didn’t know what that meant. But I figured I was a cowboy. I could put a rope around anything and eventually make it bend to my will. This was just a mental rope around sex.

  One thing for sure was that I needed to be more in control. I couldn’t risk doing something that might legitimately put her off, because it was clear she didn’t have any boundaries when it came to sex.

  So I couldn’t do anything as crazy as tell her to get down on her knees under the table and suck me off.

  Because I was afraid she might do it.

  Instead I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. I brushed my thumb over hers. I looked around at some of the other customers in the tables adjacent to our booth. No one was looking at us funny. No one was staring at us.

  “No one knows who we are,” I said.

  “Huh?” Ellie was looking down at our joined hands. I shocked her, I know. It wasn’t like me to do this. I never would have done this if we were at Frank’s. But I liked touching her.

  I liked knowing I could touch her. No one around here thought we were anything other than two people who were fucking each other.

  “Anybody who looks at us thinks we’re a normal couple.”

  She leaned over the table. “We are not a normal couple, Jake.”

  “I know that, but here we are. Nothing to speculate or wonder about. Just two adults having breakfast together. I like that.”

  “Is that what we are now?”

  I knew what she was asking. She wanted to know what these few days meant for us. What exactly we were now, because Ellie and I weren’t anything if we weren’t defining ourselves. Friends. Married. Divorced. Limbo.

  “We’re lovers.”

  She nodded. “Lovers. I like that
. I’ve gone from teen bride, to virginal wife, to ex-wife lover. It’s like a Lifetime movie!”

  Still I had to remind her, “The point of you coming here was to give you options. I don’t think I did a very good job of that.”

  “Jake Talley, that might be the most sexist thing you’ve ever said to me. Have I taught you nothing? You don’t control what choices I make. I control them.”

  She had a point. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I only… you know I only want what’s best for you. I want the best of everything for you, Ellie. There are times in the past when I’ve made choices that I don’t think were good choices for you.”

  She scowled at me. “Jake, get over it. I’m nineteen. I own a multi-million-dollar cattle ranch that we’ve run successfully, both you and me, for two and a half years.”

  When she said it like that, I had to concede maybe I was a little sexist. Because this whole time all I had been thinking about were how my choices were affecting her. Never once did I consider what her choices meant.

  Her choice to kiss me the night she graduated high school. Her choice to offer me her virginity. Her choice not to date anyone. Her choice to stay with me at the hotel.

  Her choice to see how the sight of her breasts on my cock aroused me and give me something she knew I wanted. Something I never thought to take before.

  The food came and I ate it, but I didn’t taste much of it.

  “So what should we do for the day?” she asked. As she nibbled on her bacon.

  We had the whole day and night. I didn’t have to leave until early tomorrow morning. As it was, I knew Ellie was blowing off a day’s worth of classes but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

  There was a rodeo in town I saw on signs when I was driving here. A movie theater, too. I could let her pick a girly movie.

  Those would have been the sensible things to do. Allow me to get a rein on this sexual intensity between us rather than dive back in for round two.

  Except I wasn’t feeling very sensible.

  “I think we should go back to the hotel and fuck some more. All damn day if we want to.”