Once Again

by J. Lea

  “Every guy in this club is staring at your ass,” he grumbles.

  Lifting an eyebrow, I whisper back. “I don’t care. You’re the only one that actually gets to touch it,” I wink at him.

  A satisfied grin brightens his stormy eyes, and he lightly slaps a hand over my butt, squeezing tightly. “I better be.”

  His hand doesn’t leave my behind until we go back to the dance floor, and even there, his cuffed hand rests there to let everyone know I’m his. I roll my eyes, but I don’t actually mind it. I am his, body and soul.

  “Let’s go home,” Jake says, leaning in to plant a kiss on my neck. “I want to feel your silky skin against mine.” His teeth sink into my earlobe, pulling gently. “I want to bury myself deep into you and never come out.”

  I lick my lips, grinding my butt against his erection. I’ve been doing that ever since we arrived. I hear his sharp intake of air, and he links his fingers with mine. I lean back, pressing against his chest.

  “Yes, Officer,” I say, and turn to him. “I can feel that your baton is already very eager to punish me,” I say, my voice laced with desire. I hope my seductive words are working, since I want him as desperately as he wants me in this moment, if not even more.

  “My baton was born ready, babe,” he winks.

  It turns out Matt and Sophie are ready to go as well. Ever since Sophie got pregnant, partying is not as fun for her as it used to be because she tires more easily, so we hop in the car and drive home. Sophie fell asleep almost immediately, and Matt’s eyes are focused on the road, so Jake takes this opportunity to fondle and kiss me. Cuffs are no longer on our wrists, so the second the car stops in front of our house, Jake throws the car doors open, and tosses me over his shoulder. I giggle, thank Matt for the lift, and give him a wave. Jake doesn’t put me down until we reach the bedroom, and we stand inches apart, gazing into each other’s eyes.

  “You seem kind of tense, Officer. Let me help you with that.” I slowly start undoing the buttons on his shirt, my eyes never leaving his, biting my lip at the same time. When I undo the last button, I slide the shirt off his shoulders until it lands on the floor. He’s wearing a white wife beater underneath, which flaunts his defined biceps.

  Jake grabs the bottom of the wife beater, and swiftly pulls it over his head, throwing it on the floor. He’s standing before me only in his pants, and I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to lick every inch of his hard body.

  “I have it on good authority that you broke the law, Miss. Are you ready for your punishment?”

  I finally tear my eyes from his chest, and meet his gaze. The corners of his lips are turned up, and the eyebrow with the piercing in it is lifted.

  “Yes, Officer. I’ve been a naughty, naughty girl.” Our lips are now almost touching, our warm breaths mingling. I slowly pull the zipper on my costume down, freeing my arms in the end. Jake’s gaze drops to my naked breasts, and his eyes get a wild, primal glint, full of desire. Without warning, he pushes me onto the bed, his mouth on my breasts. My eyes shut as I let my other senses take over, feeling his warm and wet tongue explore my heated skin.

  “You are the sexiest convict I’ve ever seen,” he breathes in between kisses, and I can’t form the words to respond. Jake grabs my hands, and efficiently handcuffs them to the bedframe, grinning contentedly the whole time.

  “I see you’re enjoying yourself, Mr. Officer.” I smile cheekily at him.

  “How could I not?” he responds, removing my boots and the rest of my costume. When he sees me lying under him, in nothing but my panties, Jake’s pupils dilate. He takes his sweet time watching me. Then, slowly, he lowers himself on top of me, and continues exploring every inch of my body.

  “Jake…” I moan. We’ve long ago finished with our roleplaying, and I’m nearing my third orgasm. We’re just Jake and Ella again.

  “Babe, I love your body. I can’t get enough of it,” he says, before his skillful body pushes me over the edge into heaven. “Your body is my temple, and I will worship at it until the day I die.” We fall back on the bed, out of breath and exhausted from the many orgasms, and the long night behind us. I press into his side, closing my weary eyes.

  “I love you, babe,” I hear, before the deep sleep overtakes me.

  Chapter Nine

  Ella

  “Babe, I have a surprise for you,” Jake says lazily, as we’re lying in bed. After a long and wild night, the best remedy for my sore muscles is reclining blissfully in bed with Jake. The Halloween party was a raging success and our costumes rocked.

  “Can’t it wait? I need sleep,” I yawn, ignoring the kisses he is leaving on my shoulder.

  “No, I want you to see it right away. Get dressed.” I feel the mattress dip under his weight as he leaves the bed. He walks to the bedroom, and the sound of the shower lulls me back to sleep.

  “Ella, enough lying around, get up,” Jake whispers into my ear, rousing me. I mumble something back and turn around. Suddenly, I feel the weight of him on top of me.

  “Jake, get off me,” I protest.

  “Nope,” he laughs, and I slowly and involuntarily open my eyes. Jake’s eyes are shining in delight. I can’t believe he looks so well rested after only sleeping for four hours. I, on the other hand, probably look like I’ve been hit by a car—messy hair, dark circles under my eyes, and still sleepy. Life is so unfair.

  “Okay, okay, I’m awake,” I grumble. “You can get off me now. Otherwise, I’m staying right where I am.”

  “Even though I love it when I’m on top of you,” Jake smirks, “I’d like to show you something I got you.” He kisses me, and then climbs off me. He holds out his hand to help me get up. Slowly staggering toward the bathroom, I take a shower to help me wake up. When I feel like a human being again, clean and smelling good, I pull on some clothes and join Jake, where he prepared us a breakfast.

  “So, where are we going?” We’re in the car, driving to someplace where my present is.

  “You’ll see,” he teases, a grin on his full lips. He glances at me, and then focuses back on the road. I feel lucky for having him all to myself, even though he likes to wake me up early in the morning when we could both still be sleeping. Jake turns the car onto a very familiar street, and stops at the side of the road.

  “Jake? What are we doing here?” I don’t get a response, he just gets out of the car, rushes to my side, opens my door, and offers his hand to me. Still surprised, I put my hand into his, and he pulls me put of the car. I look at the building I once hoped would be the location of my massage therapy salon someday. “The building is sold, Jake. Why bring me here?” Jake turns to me, links his fingers with mine, and looks me in the eyes.

  “I know it’s sold, babe.”

  Leaning my head to one side, I study his face. “What did you do?” I demand, a hand on my hip.

  “Surprise!” he exclaims, and throws his arms in the air, pointing at the building. I look at the building, then back at him, and to the building again. I clamp a hand over my mouth, shocked.

  “Oh my God! You were the one who bought it,” I state. Jake nods, proud of himself. “Why did you do that?”

  “Why? Because I love you. I saw how much you wanted start your own business, and I couldn’t let anyone live your dreams. So? Do you like my surprise?”

  “But…but…” I sputter, staring at him in shock. “I’ll never be able to pay you back.”

  Jake throws his head back in laughter. “Oh, babe.” He brushes his thumb on my face.

  “Why are you laughing? I’m serious, Jake.”

  “Ella, it’s a present. I never expected you to pay me back or anything like that.”

  “But—” His lips land on mine before I can finish the sentence, and he gives me the gentlest kiss I’ve ever received, soft and sincere.

  “Just say thanks, babe,” he smiles.

  “Thank you,” I breathe, overwhelmed by emotions at his generous gesture. “But how did you manage to persuade them to sell it to you? I was
told it’s only available to rent.” Confusion is written all over my face.

  “Babe, everything has a price.”

  “You didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

  “I know, I know, but I wanted to. So I can make you happy. My mission in life is to make you happy.”

  “You make me happy. Not because you buy me things; you know I couldn’t care less about material things. You make happy because you treat me like I’m the most important person in your life, like I’m a treasure you won’t let out of your sight. I love that. That’s why I adore you.”

  “You are my treasure. I’ve been looking for you my whole life, and believe me when I say that I never intend to let you go.” His fervent words bring tears to my eyes.

  “Thank you, Jake, truly.”

  “This is nothing yet. Wait until you see the inside.” I want to ask him what he means by that, but he places a finger on my lips, and waves for me to come in. As soon as I step through the door, I know what he’s saying. The room is beautiful, total opposite from what the real estate agent showed me.

  “Jake…” I whisper, my eyes wide with wonder, as I take in the completely furnished salon. The walls of the reception are a creamy color, a brown leather couch in the corner. On the other side of the room, two big closets—one with perfectly folded towels and sheets and the other one with aromatic oils—take up the entire wall. In a corner, a big green plant breathes life into the room. I open the next door that leads me to the massage room. There are two massage tables in there, separated by a white curtain. The wall is decorated with white shelves with candles on them, and a bouquet of beautiful flowers is sitting on a low table in the left corner. A stunning abstract painting is hanging above the sink on the other side of the room.

  “I can’t believe you did all this. When did you have the time to set it up? You are almost never…”

  “You should know by now I always get what I want,” he smirks at me. “I know some people who are trustworthy and would do an amazing job, which they did.”

  “It’s even more beautiful than I could ever imagine. I can’t wait to start working,” Spinning around in circles, I let out a loud squeal. When I finally stop spinning, I notice there is another room. I walk through the door, full of anticipation, and stop in my tracks. I’m staring at two completely new saunas—one Finnish, the other one Turkish. Opposite them are a Jacuzzi and an artificial palm tree in a pot. In the middle of the room, a decorative fountain is spouting water, two loungers beside it. Aromatic incense on the shelf fills the room and our nostrils with a divine scent. The dim lights give the room a magical feel. It’s perfect. “Jake, I’m lost for words. You made my day, no, my year! I never could’ve accomplished anything so perfect.”

  “I’m glad you like it, since it’s yours.”

  “I still can’t wrap my head around what you did for me.”

  “You’re not mad, are you? For fixing everything behind your back? I wanted it to be a surprise.”

  “No, not mad, far from it, but you could’ve told me so I could pitch in at least a partial amount of the money. You know I don’t like you throwing your money away for me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him.

  “Babe, that’s why I did this—because I know money doesn’t mean much to you.”

  “Thank you, thank you!” I spin around the room again, my arms stretched out, my eyes closed. When I open them, our gazes meet; his eyes are full of affection. I stop, lick my lips, and slowly walk to him. Running my finger across his lips, down his chin and chest, I finally reach the button on his pants. Jake’s gaze is firmly on me.

  “Oops,” I innocently widen my eyes when I undo the button on his pants. His lips twitch up, but he doesn’t say anything. Reaching into his pants, through his boxers, I grab his already hard cock. He moans in satisfaction, his head falling back.

  To show him how grateful I am for his actions, we christen every corner of my new salon.

  Jake

  Spanish Grand Prix.

  The season went by so fast. The final race of the season is upon me, which is also the most important one. Today will decide whether I’m going to be world champion or not. Winning the title for the third time in a row would be my dream coming true. It sucks that Ella couldn’t come with me, but she is swamped with work, and promoting her new salon. She already has a few regular clients; it won’t take long until word spreads around how great her services are.

  I’m in Valencia, the city and the circuit I will always hold dear to my heart. It’s been a year since Ella and I met, the best year of my life. That’s why I wanted her to come with me back to where everything started. Even though, in the beginning, it looked like I wouldn’t be able to get through the walls she put around herself, I later came to understand, when she finally told me her story, why she appeared so uninterested at first. She had solidified herself in my heart even more. Ella is—aside from my family—the most important person in my life.

  Sitting in my swivel chair, surrounded by my team members, we’re watching the 250cc class race with one eye, and going through the last details at the same time. I’m well prepared for this race, and now it all depends on the conditions on the track, and of course the new tires we picked.

  Mike announced his retirement a few minutes ago, and the racing venue is buzzing with speculations. It won’t be the same with Mike gone from the racing world, but that’s the way it is. I’ll still see plenty of him since Debbie and he bought a house not far away from Ella and me.

  With only a few minutes before the race starts, I’m sitting on my bike, waiting for the warm-up lap. I feel good; I can’t wait to start the race. I’m nervous enough to help me stay focused. Whenever I was overconfident in the past, I always messed up. The track starts emptying slowly, but my pulse starts accelerating. I’m so ready to start (and win) this thing! Gripping my handles firmly, I wait for permission to start my warming lap. As soon as we are allowed to start, I race down the track. I accelerate down the main straight into a corner, and then continue riding down another straight part of the track. Next is a sharp corner, where I have to slow down a little so I don’t slip. Carefully, I continue my way to the finish line, warming my tires by zigzagging. As I cross the finish line, I ride back to the pole position on the grid. When everybody is in his or her appointed positions, we eagerly wait for the race to begin. I close my eyes for a second, and take three deep breaths. This is it. All or nothing. Higher, faster, stronger, to the very end. I chant my motto, the one I have tattooed on my body. It means I’m capable of everything. As soon as the red lights go off, I speed down the main straight. I don’t look at other riders; I only focus on myself, the finish line, and winning the only thing in my vision. When I cross the finish line and complete my first lap, I see Gonzales breathing down my neck, and Mike in fourth place. The first four have separated from the rest of the group, and the main competition is among us four. I can feel sweat running down my temple, but I try not to think about it. I concentrate on the race and the corners still ahead of me. In the next sharp corner, my motorcycle slips, not enough to fall, but it’s a mistake that helps Gonzales overtake me. Swearing at the stupid mistake, I do my best to come back into first place. I’m riding right behind him, waiting for my opportunity. The track conditions are ideal, couldn’t be better. My heart is hammering in my chest so hard that I’m afraid it might jump out. Halfway through the race, I’m still trying to outrace Gonzales. Barta and Mike are behind us a few seconds, but they can still give us a fight for the first place. Then, in the home straight, I accelerate and manage to overtake Gonzales, keeping my hand firmly on the gas, increasing my lead on him. The race is tense as Gonzales and I keep overtaking each other lap after lap. Spectators are probably going crazy, as am I. A glance at the scoreboard tells me Mike is third now, and Gonzales has lost a few seconds on me, so I can relax a little. Three laps until the end, now’s the time to push hard. I have a minimum advantage over Gonzales, and only a win can bring me the title of
the world champion. With a long straight in front of me, I accelerate as much as possible to get more advantage over Gonzales, but he wants to give me a run for my money, as he is approaching fast. We both want to win, and we both ride with little errors. A technically difficult corner ahead of me will decide whether I’ll take the win home. I slow down slightly, and lean carefully in the corner. When I straighten up again, the corner is behind me, and I smile. This is it. I don’t know how Gonzales is doing, so I turn my head slightly to the side to see what advantage I have. With only a couple of hundred feet until I reach the finish line, I know he won’t be able to catch me. I drive across the finish line on a wheelie. Only now that I hear the spectators cheering, a huge weight lifts off my chest. My heart is slamming against my chest, still high on adrenaline. Looking to the left, Gonzales rides alongside me, after crossing the finish line. He congratulates me, before we are handed our flags, and we ride the victory lap. Unfortunately, Mike finished fourth, but that’s impressive nonetheless. I ride into the pit box, where Mike has already taken off his helmet, smiling at me. As I remove my helmet, he runs to me and slaps me on the back.

  “Well done, mate, a well-deserved win. I’m happy for you.” He smiles, and pats my shoulder.

  “Thanks, man. Damn, it was rough. For a few seconds, I thought Gonzales was going to take the win.”

  Members of our team run to us, congratulate us both, and raise me on their shoulders. The flashes of the cameras blind me, and cameramen surround me, reporters fighting for who’s going to get the first interview with me. I let them take a few photos, and then I have to go to the winning podium. I think the grin on my face will be permanently stuck on my face after today. I can’t wait to call Ella, and share my happiness with her. I know she’s been watching the race with her fingers crossed.