by Raquel Belle
“Ohhh, sorry to ruin the party,” I respond sarcastically.
“Actually,” he pauses for a moment, looks at me again, and steps towards me so that our noses are just inches apart. I can smell a faint tinge of beer on his breath. “It’s good to see you, Sarah.”
“Right,” I snort and roll my eyes.
“No really,” his voice gets quieter, softer, deeper. He puts one hand on either one of my shoulders and stares me directly in the face; there’s no escaping because of these goddamn shoes — I’m right on his level. “You’ve been driving me crazy. But I’m glad you’re here.” He almost whispers these last words.
I feel the back of my neck prickling and inhale sharply. I want to look away but I can’t break his gaze. This all feels too familiar. I flash back to last week’s kiss in the dog park. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it.
Chapter 10
Jake
I wasn’t planning on kissing Sarah when she showed up on my doorstep on Friday night in a drunken rage. The only reason I let her in was that I was afraid she would make a scene and piss off my neighbors. She’d already rung the doorbell three times by the time I got to the buzzer.
I still wasn’t planning on kissing her when I saw how sexy she looked, traipsing up the steps to my apartment door in a short miniskirt, fitted cardigan, and high heels. I had only seen her in sweatpants or office clothes over the past weeks. This was an entirely different look.
Still, my only plan was to send her on her way as soon as possible. Maybe be a gentleman and give her a glass of water first; she’d definitely had a few drinks. When she stepped closer to me I could smell the tequila on her breath — that was her favorite drink in college, too — mingled with that familiar memory of her perfume.
It’s not until she starts bitching me out, going on about how I’m trying to sabotage @LuxeOnLex, that I get the urge. She’s got that fire in her eyes, the same one I saw for the first time right after that initial Monday meeting — that fire I had never seen when we were dating in college. I look at them now, her eyes — blue and blazing, challenging me to fight back, daring me to come closer. So I step forwards.
I’ve stopped listening to her tirade for a moment and have to focus my attention. What’s she bitching about now? Oh, the fact that I’m a loser staying home alone with my dog on a Friday night.
“What can I say, I was just trying to have a chill night in after a long work week. One that you and your little pal Amanda made particularly hellish. It looks like that plan is shot though.” I hope I sound cool and contained but I’m worried she can hear the hint of desire in my voice.
“Ohhh, sorry to ruin the party.” She’s laying the sarcasm on thick but it’s only turning me on more.
“Actually…” I step towards her again and the scent of tequila emanating from between her lips becomes stronger. I can tell what I’m about to say is fueled partly by the three beers I’ve had — but it’s also true: “It’s good to see you, Sarah.”
She snorts. She clearly doesn’t believe me; there’s a hint of distrust in her eyes. But also a spark of something else. Could it be… desire?
“No really,” I tell her. “You’ve been driving me crazy. But I’m glad you’re here.” I’m somewhat surprised to realize that I really, truly mean this.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m still pissed at her for playing dirty with the fake followers. I still stand by my own shady move just now — I don’t regret reporting @LuxeOnLex and getting her account disabled, even if only temporarily. And I still want that goddamn VP of Social Media Position. Even if that means she doesn’t get it — especially if it means she doesn’t get it.
But right now I’m glad she’s here because she looks sexy as hell and I’m lonely and I can’t get last Saturday’s kiss out of my head. There is some spark of desire between us that now even she can’t deny. I see it in her eyes, a faint bit of fear and anticipation combined, as I stare into them. Is she thinking about our kiss in the dog park last week too? I sure as hell am.
With one hand on each of her shoulders, I pull her towards me and kiss her —hard. Not soft and sweet like last Saturday. I want to take that fire I see in her eyes and meet it with my own, tame it. Tame her…after seven years of waiting.
“Wait,” she says softly, stepping back, teetering dangerously on her heels. “Shit,” she whispers, as if to herself.
“Should I stop?”
She bends over and slips out of her pumps, one by one, until she’s standing barefoot in front of me, now a good five inches shorter. “No,” she says, looking up at me, her blue eyes aflame: “I meant wait until I could get those ridiculous shoes off.” With that, she reaches her arms up, around my neck, and kisses me — wet, long, aggressive kisses, her tongue exploring mine as our bodies press together.
I steer her gently backwards until her back is against the wall of my front hallway, and bring her arms up over her head and pin them there against the wall as we continue to kiss. She groans softly and it’s like another weird memory bell goes off in my head; I remember that sound of pleasure from a faraway past.
I want to make her make that sound again — and more. I want to make her scream out in exhilaration. I keep one hand above her head, firmly gripping both of her wrists in my fingers, and inch the other one up under her miniskirt, gently brushing over the lacy panties underneath.
“Mmm,” she sighs again between kisses, then opens her eyes and looks into mine. “Take me to your bedroom,” she commands me. “Now.” This isn’t the Sarah I remember from seven years ago; this woman is hungrier, more sure of herself. She knows what she wants. But so do I.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I whisper in her ear. “You think I’m still just the same boy you knew in college, Sarah. You’ve been treating me like it ever since I showed up at P&B. But I’m a fucking man.”
“So prove it,” she hisses back.
Without a word, I grab hold of her cardigan with one hand and pull it up over her head, not even bothering to undo the buttons. Her hair gets stuck on one of them as I tear it away; it must tug because she gives a tiny yelp of surprise and shock.
Once her top is off, I inch her skirt down over her hips, down to the floor. “Step out of it,” I tell her, nodding to the floor.
She’s staring at me with a mix of awe and wonder; she does exactly as I say, gently stepping out of the skirt and nudging it to the side with her toe.
Now she’s standing in front of me in only a pair of lacy see-through panties — a delicate shade of lavender. The bra matches perfectly.
“Nice lingerie,” I tell her. “Are you sure you weren’t planning on someone seeing it tonight? Maybe even me?”
“Shut up,” she retorts — but she’s smiling. “You should be saying thank you; it’s a privilege to get to see me like this.”
“Oh I know,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her again. “But I won’t say thank you. I’ll show you how thankful I am.”
I scoop her swiftly into my arms and she gives a surprised little squeak. “Now,” I tell her, “I’ll take you to the bedroom.”
“Hurry,” she whispers. This time I do as she tells me. I don't want to wait any longer either.
The last few weeks at work have been nothing but foreplay, I realize. And now we’re both ready to unleash all our frustrations and old hurts. Tonight. Once I get her into my bed, the lavender lingerie doesn’t last long. I don’t waste any time ripping it off of her, stopping myself just in time from actually doing damage to the clasps in my eagerness. Fuck it, if I ruin this delicate lacy stuff, I can buy her a new set. It will have been worth it. Sarah’s energy matches my own: She grazes her hands up under my shirt and up to my chest, tugging urgently at my t-shirt.
I tease her for just a minute, letting her feel me but not see me; then I slip the shirt off over my head, pleased to see her smile as she takes in my physique. Her words echo in my head, “prove it”. Prove that you’re a man. I think to myself: Sarah, honey, I don’t have a
nything to prove but I’ll be damn happy to put you in your place. It’s about time somebody did. I slip my pants off and prepare to devour her.
We’re like two people who have been starving and are finally allowed to eat. I take her in my arms, feel her press her body against mine as I run my hands through her hair and over her shoulders. She’s still pressing herself against me, looking for hungry kisses. But I don’t want kisses right now. I want to see her and feel her. I push her gently back.
“Easy,” I tell her. I can see her taking me in, her eyes raking over my muscles; they’re definitely bigger than they were when she last saw me. I run my hands over her shoulders and across her breasts, pausing at her nipples, which are already erect with expectation. “You’ve got goose bumps.”
She opens her mouth, probably to make a smart remark, but I swiftly move one hand down between her thighs while the other one cups her breast. Instead of words, her lips emit a sigh of desire as I start working her nipple gently with one hand and explore the increasing wetness between her thighs with my other hand. She manages to get out two words: “I want…” but I cut her off when I slip a finger inside of her and she shivers, still standing, in front of me.
“What do you want, Sarah?” I stare into her wanting eyes, my hands still working. “Hm? Can’t you tell me what you want?” She’s practically pleading in front of me; she might not be able to talk but there’s no doubt what she’s after. I pull my hand back and she lets out a tiny moan of disappointment. “Here,” I tell her as I bring my glistening fingers to her mouth. “Have a taste.”
She recovers momentarily, her confidence returning: “Only if you take a taste after.” Then she slips my fingers into her mouth, sucking eagerly as she makes direct eye contact with me the whole while. I can feel my cock getting rock hard in response and know I won’t be able to last much longer.
I move fast, moving her to the bed and throwing her onto it — back down. I climb on top of her for just a moment, letting her feel how hard I am—she gives a small moan and moves her body urgently against me when she realizes I’m ready to take her right then and there. But I tease it out. Pinning her arms over her head, I kiss her, hard, taking in the taste on her lips. Then I start working my way down. I pause briefly at her stomach, running my tongue down, down, down, until I get to her sweet spot, dripping wet, and start working my tongue over her clit.
She’s already so hot that I can tell she’s about to cum any second but I’m not ready to let her. I want this to last. So I work my tongue in gentle circles, bringing her to the edge—once, twice, three times—but always pulling back. She gives a groan of frustration on the third time. The groan concludes with one word: “Please.”
“Please, what?” I stand up and survey her body, writhing in front of me on the bed. She’s gripping the sheets above her head with one hand, the other running across her own breasts as she looks up at me, wanting. Pleading.
“Please, fuck me. I want you Jake. Now. Inside of me.”
“Well, since you said please…” I try to make light of the moment but I can barely contain myself at this point. I gently rub my cock, staring at her lying there in front of me, taking it all in for just a second. Our eyes lock and I swear I see something there; not just lust but some emotion; a spark of our old connection remains and I remember what it was like to make love to this girl when we were together, totally in sync in mind and body. I want to feel that again. And I think she does too.
I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom but before I can slip it on she’s stopping me. “Wait.” She’s staring at my cock hungrily, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“What’s up?”
“Fair is fair.” That’s all she says before she slides down off the bed, getting on her knees in front of me. Without hesitation, she takes me into her mouth, working her lips over the head of my cock before taking it all in. I place one hand on the back of her head, pulling her even closer. For a second I swear I feel like my legs might buckle underneath me but I manage to stand my ground as she gives me the best head of my life. But this isn’t how I want to cum, I remind myself. I summon all my willpower and step back.
She looks up, slightly confused, locking eyes with me. “You look good kneeling in front of me,” I tell her. “But I think it’s time to get you under me.” I hold out my hands to help her up off the floor and onto the bed. Climbing on top of her, I pin her arms over her head with one hand as I slip into her, kissing her roughly all the while. I feel her body straining against mine and her lips part in a gasp as I slide in all the way.
I pull back so I can see her face as I move in and out of her. I want to cum but more than that I want to tease her, to keep this going for as long as I can. I want to keep seeing that wanting look on her face, that hint of pleading sweetness in her eyes as she looks up at me. Drops of sweat are starting to show on her body, creating a moist sheen across her breasts. I keep grinding against her, feeling her hips moving in response, lifting to meet me.
Her moans are getting louder and I know I can’t hang on much longer either. I lower my body fully onto hers and kiss her, my tongue working its way into her mouth as I quicken the pace of my hips. Then I feel something, a familiar shudder; her entire body starts to shiver, a familiar sign of pleasure. I remember her body. And it remembers me. Parts of her personality have changed, grown stronger, wilder. But physically, she’s just like I remembered.
As this realization hits me, I let go and let myself cum, a brief groan escaping me. She bites my lip, once, and then lets out a short scream as her legs wrap around my torso, pulling me in as close as she can. Looking into her eyes, I can tell that she’s had the same realization I’ve just had: This is all too familiar. And too fucking good. We let our bodies meld together in this memory, our sweat mixing as we kiss and roll each other again and again, until our shaking bodies finally come to a stop.
I roll off of her, onto my back, and breathe deeply lying on the bed next to her.
“That was…” She breathes out just those two words but doesn’t get any further, pausing as she looks up at me, her eyes shining with a new sweetness that wasn’t there before.
“Yeah,” I simply respond. There’s no need for more. We both know what just happened. It was like a weird moment of time travel. My body remembered hers and hers remembered mine. It was like no time had passed at all. For a moment, nothing had changed. She snuggles into my body, her sweet-smelling hair tickling my nose as she nuzzles into my chest.
I’d be happy to lie there with her all night, holding her, smelling her, even tasting her—the flavor of her wetness is still fresh in my mouth. But my body has other plans. As she presses her bare breasts against my side, my cock starts to get hard all over again. I immediately recognize that we won’t be sleeping a lot tonight. I slip my arm out from under her head. She looks up at me with surprise.
“Roll over,” I tell her. She gives a small smile before obliging me, shifting so that she’s lying on her stomach. I trace my hand over her body from head to toe, working my hand from her soft hair down over her delicate shoulders and her firm ass. I work my hand insistently between her thighs, finding her clit and toying with it gently. She arches her back in response and my cock starts to throb as I watch her body curve under my touch.
Time for round two. Sarah’s still on her stomach and I leave her lying there while I simply fit my body on top of hers; she feels small and delicate underneath me. My chest is pressed against her back, my cock, getting harder by the second, is pressed against her ass. We’re still sweaty and slightly breathless from round one and for just a moment, we are breathing in unison, rising and falling together.
I move her hair out of the way and start kissing the back of her neck. She turns her head to the side, her lips asking to be kissed, and my mouth meets hers. “Don’t keep me waiting,” she whispers as she arches her back and presses herself into me. I gently nudge her legs apart with my knee. She’s still dripping wet from before and I slide into her
easily. She leaves her head turned to the side and I pound into her while kissing her face, her neck, her shoulders, taking in every part of her body I can find.
This time I don’t have the willpower to tease her. I just want to keep going and going until I explode. But I want to do it while I’m looking in her face. I pull out suddenly, quickly, and she gives a moan of disappointment. She looks over her shoulder, giving me a questioning look, but doesn’t say a word. I don’t either: I roll her over, onto her back, and slide right back into her.
As I do, she smiles, wrapping her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck, gripping me closer as she looks up at me, that familiar sweetness back on her face. I move my hips in steady circles and she throws her head back. Her hands are clasping my shoulders now; I can feel her nails digging into me, harder and harder, matching the growing intensity of my thrusting.
I pause for just a moment and she raises her head. “Don’t… stop…” She says, as she pulls my shoulders back towards her. I lean forward, give her one kiss, and then pull back so I can watch as I finish her off. I pull almost all the way out of her and then slam back in and in that moment, we both explode. As I cum, I watch her throw her head back, lips parted, sweat glistening across her entire face. One single word, “fuck”, comes out of her mouth. I watch as her breasts rise and fall and feel my own heart thumping in my chest.
I slip out of her and slowly kiss her body all over: Face, neck, breasts, arms, stomach, thighs, knees, calves, toes. I want to take in every part of her I can. She’s soft and supple under my touch, giving in to even the slightest pressure. Finally, having tasted every part of her possible, I lie down next to her, placing one hand protectively over hers.
The sheets are a tangled, sweaty mess and my pillows have somehow all ended up on the floor. I take deep breaths, trying to slow my heart rate. Good thing I’ve been working out. I notice Sarah is breathing heavily next to me.
“You okay?” I mumble, reaching a hand over to stroke her tousled hair. Her face is bright red.