I don’t feel sorry for myself over the way things worked out for me in high school, and I’m not fishing for compliments. That’s just how it was. “You can’t re-write history, Summers,” I tell him, shaking my head, but I stop when I see the look of disbelief on his face.
“You really had no idea?” he asks doubtfully. I shake my head slowly. “You were the girl that everyone wanted to be with, the one that guys would moon over in the cafeteria. The whole package—you were the beautiful, impossibly smart girl who also just happened to be as cool as fuck!” Jake says in amazement. “But you were so friendly with all the boys they figured that they were in the Friend Zone and that was that. Just like me,” he says eventually.
“I thought that you were so busy looking at other girls that there was no way you would even have noticed that I was a girl, not just your best friend,” I confess, feeling embarrassed at being so open about all those years ago.
“No, I noticed, believe me,” Jake replies, rolling his eyes as if to say I noticed plenty.
“So… you like me… as more than a friend?” I ask, shutting out the little voice that’s telling me how unbelievably pathetic I sound.
“No,” Jake shakes his head seriously, and I feel like my stomach has just sunk down to the base of my feet. “No I don’t like you,” he says, and I feel, as George would have said, like someone has just run over my cat. “I love you,” he tells me, and my breathing stops. “I’m in love with you,” he repeats quietly, his face inches against mine as he moves in to plant a soft kiss on my lips and I pull him closer to me, wanting to luxuriate in the taste of him, the feel of his body against mine.
“You love me?” I squeak against him, not daring to believe that it’s real, that what’s playing out right here in my bedroom is actually happening.
“From the tips of your flat feet to the top of your beautiful head and everything in between,” he confirms, kissing me twice on the lips and once on the nose.
“I don’t have flat feet,” I protest before Jake closes my mouth in another heavenly kiss.
“You do so,” he replies. “Remember, I know you better than anyone else—you don’t have any secrets from me,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at me making me giggle.
I’m not usually a giggler, but around Jake, anything is possible. His words and their significance aren’t lost on me, and for a moment I look around us at the photo albums strewn across the floor, wondering if I should show him what I’ve found. But I don’t—it’s too early, too much is unknown. And besides, there’s no point showing him something when I’m not even sure of what it means, if it means anything at all.
“I hear you thinking, Winters,” Jake says as he feathers kisses along my jawline up to my ear and then kisses a line down my neck towards my collarbone.
“It’s nothing,” I say quietly, dragging my eyes up from the floor and back onto him—to wonderful, glorious Jake.
“What’s with the photos?” he asks, pausing the constant motion of his lips over my skin as he looks at the carnage of photo albums all around us.
“Nothing important,” I mumble, reaching up to kiss the corners of his mouth and flicking my tongue in between the seam of his lips, just like he did to me that first time. The low moan that comes from his throat tells me that I’m doing it right.
“When I wake up, will you still be here?” Jake asks after a moment, pulling his head back and looking at me deep in the eyes.
“Always,” I promise, and I try to transmit the way I feel with my eyes, showing him that there’s no way I would ever leave him again. Not after I’ve realized how I feel about him, how I’ve felt about him for the longest time. “Now shut up and kiss me,” I smile up at him, dizzy with desire for this gorgeous man in front of me.
“Always,” Jake declares gallantly as he closes his mouth over mine and starts to unbutton the shirt that I’m wearing with quick, dexterous fingers. I don’t hesitate before shrugging out of the top, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
I run my fingers along his chest, feeling the ridges and ripples of muscle as I do and I’m struck again by how much his body turns me on. Not just his body, in fact, but the way that he touches me, the way that his skin feels against me, the way that he smells. It’s him; it’s everything about him.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I whisper in his ear as he bites me gently at the nape of my neck, making my whole body shiver.
“Ditto,” he replies between kisses, and I shiver again as he runs his fingers lightly up my back, from where my jeans start and all the way up to the top of my neck. I can feel the heat starting to build between my legs, and all I know is that I want this man more than anything else.
I reach for his jeans and unbutton them hurriedly, aching for him to be inside me. Jake’s touch on my skin is forcing me to concentrate harder than ever before and it’s made even more complicated when he rests his hands over the zip of my pants. He pulls it down in one smooth movement and reaches inside to touch the hot folds between my legs shielded only by my panties. I gasp at the feel of his touch and the ache between my legs intensifies even more.
“Tell me what you want,” Jake says in my ear, his voice husky with desire, matching my own, and I’m so turned on I don’t even think about what it is that I’m saying.
“I want you to touch me,” I tell him, pushing my hips out, trying to get him to put his fingers where I need them, where I feel like I’m going to go crazy if I don’t feel him.
“Where?” Jake whispers, his mouth against mine. “Tell me where, Aimee. Beautiful, beautiful Aimee,” he says, ducking his head to feather kisses over the tops of my breasts.
“There,” I say, moaning the word as I reach down and show him what I need. I guide him underneath my panties, my fingers over his, and I lay his hand over the wetness between my thighs. “That’s where I want you to touch me,” I say, my breath starting to come in short, sharp breaths.
“In your pussy—say it, you want me to touch you in your pussy,” Jake commands, and the way he says the word makes me feel like I’m about to come right there and then.
I’m so crazed with need for him I don’t even register that it’s a word I’ve never used before, something that I’ve never said. With him it feels totally natural. “I want you to touch my pussy, touch me there, feel how wet I am,” I reply, whispering the words as I feel him stroking the wet lips of my entrance.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Aimee,” Jake says, his words coming out in hot breaths against my skin. “I want to taste you.” He says it as if it’s the only thing that makes any sense for him right now.
Before I can register his movements, Jake lifts me up and carries me over to the bed, positioning me on the end with my legs hanging over. He’s on the floor, on his knees, between my legs.
“What? What are you doing?” I ask, confused, writhing with need, wanting his hands on me again.
“I told you, I want to taste you. I can’t wait anymore,” Jake tells me, his eyes burning with the heat of his passion. “Just relax,” he says to me soothingly, as he pulls my pants down slowly until I’m lying on the bed in front of him in just my underwear.
I don’t feel embarrassed or nervous—not this time. All I feel is want. He peels my pink panties down and I lift my hips automatically to make it easier for him. “That’s my girl,” he says warmly as he slips two fingers inside of me, making me sit up with the force of the pleasure that runs through me. Then he spreads my legs further apart and looks at me, really looks at me, at my pussy.
For the first time that night, I feel like I’m not sure about what’s going to happen next. I know that Jake can feel the sudden rush of tension that moves through me and he looks up at me with that intense gaze of his. “Relax, Aimee,” he says calmly, and it takes away all of my unease. “Just let me love you.” His words and the way that he looks at me when he says them makes me feel as if we’re the only two people in the whole world now.
I lie back onto the bed and give my
self up to the sensation as Jake bends down between my thighs and kisses me there. I can feel his breath on the wetness that he’s created between my legs and when I feel his tongue darting along the lips of my slit, it makes me cry out with a powerful thrill, the likes of which I’ve never felt before. His tongue moves over me, licking and sucking in the most sensitive place in my entire body, and I sense the little explosions that are going off within me as Jake dives into me again and again.
I thread my fingers into his thick hair as he goes down on me and it’s not long before I know that I’m going to lose myself in ecstasy as I come harder than I ever thought possible. Screaming out his name, my whole body is wracked with the tremors of need that pass through me. I lie back onto the bed, feeling the spasms in my body dissipate, and Jake looks up at me lazily from between my thighs. He appears so pleased with himself I know that I have to wipe that smile of his face.
“My turn,” I say when I regain the ability to speak, and before Jake can protest I swap positions with him, guiding him onto the bed in front of me and sitting between his legs.
“Aimee, you don’t have to,” he says, almost apologetically, as if I’m doing it out of a sense of “tit for tat.”
“I know.” I smile up at him as I concentrate on unfastening the buttons of his jeans and pulling them down over his knees in one swift movement. “But I want to do it.”
I take hold of his black boxers, seeing his erection already straining against the material. As I free him from the constraints of his underwear I’m struck again by how big he is and how I can’t wait to feel him buried inside of me. I shuffle down between his legs and take hold of his shaft in my right hand, feeling the weight of him and the hardness of his cock.
I look up at his face as I lower my head to lick the tip of his penis, and I enjoy the expression that falls over his face. It looks a lot like bliss. Then I go to work. I start licking his shaft from base to tip, enjoying the salty taste and the hardness of him in my mouth. Jake starts to raise his hips and I take that as a request for me to bring him deeper in, so I take as much of him in my mouth as I can and I’m rewarded by the growling sound that seems to come from his very core.
I twist my hand around his base, massaging it as I take him into my mouth as deep as he will go before he hits the back of my throat and I let my tongue roam all around him. I taste the saltiness of his tip and run my tongue over the hard ridges of his shaft and I know that Jake is about to lose control. I can feel it in the way he’s grunting underneath me, and the fact that his cock has turned rock hard in my mouth and under my hand.
“Aimee… I don’t want to come yet,” Jake says between pants. “I want to be inside of you,” he explains as he leads me up his body until he is able to give me a passionate kiss.
“Okay,” I agree, biting his bottom lip gently and feeling an answering heat between my legs as I grow wetter at the thought of Jake being inside of me. “But one day, you will let me do it,” I tell him, caught off guard by my own need to taste him and know him in the same way that he does me.
“Deal.” Jake holds his hands up in surrender, as if I’ve bullied him into it. “Now, you seem to be wearing far too much.”
He shakes his head in mock-disappointment as he reaches behind me and unclips my bra with practiced ease and immediately starts rolling the nipples in between his fingers. They stand to attention between the roughness of his thumb and forefinger and, acting purely on instinct, I take his hand in mine and lift it to my lips, sucking on the two fingers that he is using to touch me and then return them to my nipple so his fingers slip and slide of the slickness he’s coating my nipples in.
“You’re unbelievable,” Jake says as I throw my head back, enjoying the way that his touch makes my body sing as if he were a musician and I were his instrument. He dips his fingers between us, testing to see how wet I am between my thighs. “You’re so ready for me,” he whispers, as if he can’t believe how quickly I respond to him.
“I’m always ready for you,” I tell him, sitting up. “That’s what you do to me Jake.”
I’m not the least bit nervous or embarrassed of my body as I sit astride him. I reach between us and take hold of his hard cock in my hand, stroking him gently but insistently as I lift myself up and guide the tip to the mouth of my entrance. Jake and I don’t break eye contact the entire time, but I see a flicker of doubt cross his mind and I pull up short. “What?” I ask, suddenly worried that I’m doing something wrong.
“I don’t have… I’m not wearing a rubber.” Jake looks at me apologetically. “I hadn’t expected this to happen,” he reasons, as if I’m about to blame him.
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell him, because I know that I can trust him. “I’ve been on the pill for years,” I explain, and although I know there’s still a risk of other nasties when you don’t use a condom, Jake’s next words put my mind to rest.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he confesses, and it’s both his way of telling me that we’re safe and also that he’s not sure how long he’s going to last.
“So we’re both giving each other a first time,” I say softly, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. “I like that.” I nod, enjoying the synergy. I reach between us again and guide his shaft to my slit, and then I slide down onto him slowly and steadily, until he’s buried inside of me and I’m impaled on him.
We’re both breathing hard and fast and I can see from the look on Jake’s face that this is nothing like he’s ever experienced. “I can feel every part of you,” he says in wonder, and I clench my pelvic muscles around him, turning his words into a strangled mess. “Holy shit, Aimee, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last at all.” He laughs as he tries to get himself back under control.
“Now you know how I feel,” I tell him, smiling down at him and enjoying being in control, being the one who sets the pace and who has the ability to drive him as wild as he drives me.
Slowly, I lift myself up his shaft again until I reach the tip, and then I plough down onto him again this time, burying him even deeper. We both moan together and as I start cycling through the movements, up and down his shaft. I can feel my own climax begin to build as I witness his own frenzy increasing.
“Baby I’m close, I’m so close.” Jake’s words come out in short gasps. “Aimee, you’re so beautiful,” he says, reaching up and tweaking my nipple to the edge of pleasure and pain, the perfect point that starts to send me tripping towards my own climax. “I love you and I love being inside of you.”
His hips are moving in time with mine and we grind closer together, pushing into each other as hard as we can. It’s almost like, if we push hard enough, we’ll just become one entity and it will be impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Jake, holy fuck, Jake,” I say as I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm ripple through my body, starting with small swells and building to huge waves.
We push into each other again and again, and as I ride him harder and harder, we’re both covered in sweat and tasting, touching, licking each other as we drive toward our orgasms. I cry out only a second before he does. We call each other’s names as we reach the peak of our pleasure, shuddering and shaking to our own individual, hot ends.
***
Afterwards, we lie still, breathing together, recovering from the intensity of what’s just passed between us. Our hearts beat in time and I relish the feeling of him inside of me. I don’t want him to ever leave me. I feel whole, full up, and completely satisfied when he’s inside of me. “Can we stay like this all night?” I ask him, barely daring to breathe in case the spell between us is broken and the reality of the outside world comes crashing back in.
“There’s no place else I’d rather be,” Jake admits, pushing my hair back from my face and looking at me with eyes so full of love I have to cover his face in kisses. “What was that for?” he laughs when I finally stop.
“Just for being you,” I explain dreamily. “Just for being the be
st thing that has ever happened to me.”
“We leave tomorrow morning? Or I guess, more accurately, today?” I nod, though I think he already knew the answer. Already I feel like I’m drifting into sleep. “We don’t tell anyone and we just go,” he adds, like he’s come to terms with what it is that we’re about to do.
“It’ll be alright,” I tell him, resting my cheek against his chest and feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as it sends me off to sleep.
“Aimee?” he asks after a moment, just as I’m about to close my eyes.
“Mmmhmmm,” I respond.
“I love you.” He says the words as if he relishes them and he holds me tighter against him, more protectively, as if I were something precious to him.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, enjoying the sound of the words as I say them. “And Jake?”
“Mmmhmmm?” he replies.
“Happy birthday,” I say before we drift into the comfort of oblivion.
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