Jacob is feeling good. Really good. He's in the mood for sex and sun and Wolfmother.
This story follows directly on from the end of Anna, to the extent that I've used the last part of that story as the start of this story. So if you think you've read the first little bit before it's because you have! Because I know you all wanted to know how Jake was planning to use all that pent up energy now, weren't you (well I was anyway!). As Rachel well knows, Jacob with too much energy always means fun (or trouble!).
And don't forget to read the second chapter of this story. It's quite important in the overall scheme of things!
I don't know how well Aussie rockers Wolfmother are known throughout the rest of the world, but this song is very, very evocative of how Jake is feeling while swimming and laying on the beach. It's Zepplin meets the Beatles, and the lyrics are poetic and evocative – "as you lay undone and look into the sun" sold the song to me for this chapter, and of course "do you feel any better when you find you're not alone" reminded me a lot of the Eleventh Hour episode H2O. If you're not familiar with the song or the band, please check them out on youtube.
Soundtrack: In The Morning - Wolfmother
When you wake up in the morning and look into her eyes
And everything you're dreaming of is far beyond the skies
I believe we're going out into the open void
Far across the sky never wondering why
Oh oh oh oh my little girl
Look into the other side and you'll find the time.
...
Everybody's got a story, everybody's got their own
Do you feel any better when you find you're not alone
As you lay undone, and look into the sun
And you see somebody that reminds you of where you're coming from
Oh oh oh oh my little girl
Look into the other side and you'll find you'll be gone.
...
He flipped open his phone. A return message from Anna. Just one word.
'Thankyou', it read.
He frowned. That was an odd thing to for her to say. He shrugged his eyebrows and closed the phone. Thinking about it, everyone else could wait for a day or two. They didn't really need to know straight away.
He looked out over the rolling waves. He could see a long line of angry black cloud on the horizon. A cold front was headed this way and it looked like it meant business.
No, he needed to take advantage of the peace and quiet and fine weather while he still had it. Didn't need to get everyone else excited just yet.
He hoped the black cloud wasn't an omen. No, he was sure it wasn't. He felt too good right now to believe it could be a bad omen. He was still bursting with enthusiasm.
Right now he could think of a couple of very good ways to utilise his pent up energy and neither of them involved work or phone calls or leaving this place. He smiled to himself as he stripped off his tired travel clothes, down to his trunks. He couldn't be bothered going back up to the house to change into swimming gear now he was finally on the beach. Given that he hadn't slept for 24 hours, he knew he was going to crash at some point, but right at this moment he was buzzing with adrenalin.
He started jogging down to the water then broke into a run. He easily cleared the knee high breakers, before dolphining into the next couple of waves and finally diving fully under once he was deep enough.
Immediately, the water filled his ears blocking out the sound of the outside world. The water shocked his senses, it was icy cold, clean and bracing. It made him feel free and alive as he tasted the salt in his mouth and felt the chill caress every inch of his body. He stayed under for as long as his breath would let him.
As he finally surfaced, he gulped a much needed lungful of air and struck out parallel to the shore. His body automatically kicked into the familiar rhythm of his easy loping freestyle stroke. He'd swum this stretch of water in this same stroke so often that the movements were ingrained into the memory of his muscles, leaving his mind free to think of other things. As he swam, he tried to use the rhythm to focus his thoughts. The adrenalin was still pulsing in his veins and through his brain.
This swim was the first way he had planned to use his pent up energy. The explicitly erotic details of the second way he planned to use it were winding through his mind as he swam. He felt the interplay of his muscles as they powered his body through the water, and imagined how her muscles under her soft warm skin would feel under his hands when he made love to her in about 15 minutes time, 10 if he swam faster.
God he loved her, and the thought of spending every day of his life with her turned him on more than he could possibly imagine. He realised then, that what he'd really been looking for since Maggie died was a future.
He needed someone to love like a garden needed rain. Because love brought him hope for the future.
And that was what sustained him.
Suddenly, his burning desire to be with her overtook his desire to be swimming. He almost turned towards the shore. 'No, come on Jacob,' he thought to himself, 'you need some exercise. She's probably sleeping anyway. Five more minutes isn't going to make any difference.'
Shit, five minutes was like an eternity.
He struck out, harder, faster. Sped up his stroke from the easy lope to a sprint. This would clear his head, wear his body out a little. He needed to tire himself otherwise he'd probably kill her with sheer desire when he finally got his hands on her bare skin.
It felt good, felt good to be using his body, felt good to be making his muscles burn, stretching his lungs to bursting point. Five more laps at this pace and he'd go inside.
He hammered through the water, lap after lap, stroke after stroke after stroke until finally, when his lungs were on fire, his muscles burning from lactic acid and he could keep up the pace no more, he slowed and headed for shore. He walked slowly of the water and stood, hands on knees, gasping for breath in the breakers. After a few moments, he made his way over to his pile of clothes and flopped down on the sand, still breathing heavily. His heart was pounding and he could feel the blood coursing through his veins.
He looked up into the clear, light blue sky, up at the morning sun. It was low and weak, and he stared at the pale golden ball until he could see the imprint of it on his eyelids when he closed his eyes. He opened them again and watched the dark outline of a seagull gliding lazily in the gentle breeze. He'd love to be up there in the sun, floating high in the atmosphere looking down on the sea and the sand. He wondered what he looked like to the bird, a lone figure stretched out on the sand.
He'd always loved to fly. The seagull reminded him of his promise to introduce Rachel to the mile high club. Mmmm, she'd enjoy that. He smiled. He'd enjoy that. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her again. He pulled his arms above his head, straight up along the sand. He stretched out his long legs, stretched out his body, his groin, let his muscles separate and lengthen and stretch, his cock harden. Contentment flooded through his body. Sometimes it just felt fucking good to be alive.
The sun was gaining a little strength and shone down bravely without any cloud cover to block it. He closed his eyes and let it warm his face and his body. It would be November soon and he knew he wouldn't be feeling the sun for much longer, so lay there on the sand luxuriating in the warmth for a while. It wasn't long though until his desire to be laying next to her, his desire to be touching her skin and kissing her mouth, licking her belly and nuzzling her thighs, overtook him.
He gathered together his gear and sprinted up the sand to the house, the muscles in his legs burning from the effort of running in the soft sand.
He took the steps up to the deck two at a time then slowed, walked quietly along and looked into the picture window of the bedroom. She hadn't closed the blind and he could see her curled up in the middle of the bed. He shook his head and smiled. She was still dressed in the velvet skirt and shirt from the plane. She hadn't even taken off her boots or got under the blankets. Her hair was spread out in a golden halo around her head and her pale face looked angelic against the stark white of the bed.
He sighed, she made him feel guilty for wanting to wake her. The trip to Geneva and back in the space of one weekend had obviously taken it out of her. He didn't think he should disturb her when she was obviously so tired. But he needed to, badly. He knew she always slept a lot more than he did, but couldn't help think she'd slept quite a lot over the last day. Of course, if he let her sleep too long she wouldn't be tired tonight. So maybe he'd be doing her a favour by waking her.
His eyes narrowed and he smiled to himself. And of course, she must need a shower.
He walked quietly back to the picture window of the big room and let himself in. Dumped his sandy clothes in a pile by the door, then padded barefoot over to the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of cold milk. He smiled when he opened the fridge, thank god he'd asked his cleaner to pick him up some groceries when he spoke to her from Geneva yesterday. She was a sweetheart.
Sofia was much more than a cleaner. She lived close by with her husband and children, had befriended him when he was living here and renovating the place. Made sure that he ate and paid the bills and had something to wear, when all he'd wanted to do was swim and sleep and drink whiskey and tile the bathroom in tiny 1inch square tiles.
She was still looking after him. He didn't usually ask her to get groceries in for him but knew they'd both be tired after the flight and probably wouldn't want to go and shop. He noted that she'd stocked the fridge with all the essentials, milk, bread, eggs, fruit, cheese, meat; some of his favourites, olives, brie, salami, antipasto and what appeared to be a big dish of her homemade lasagne. He smiled; she knew him too well.
He raised his eyebrows when he also noticed a bowl of tiramisu with a note taped on the side. "For Rachel" it said. There was also a bottle of an excellent Californian merlot. He shook his head; Sofia was still trying to play matchmaker. She'd be pleased when he told her about the wedding.
Spotting that she'd also left a big bowl of Halloween candy, he laughed out loud. Halloween candy always reminded him of his birthday. It hadn't really felt much like a birthday in Geneva, but suddenly it did. His mom had always organised a Halloween party for his birthday when he was a kid. He took it out of the fridge and put it on the kitchen bench. They were a bit out of the way to get too many trick or treaters. He had a feeling he knew who'd be eating most of this.
Then he grabbed out some other bits and pieces and made himself a cheese and cold meat sandwich, wolfed it down hungrily. He glanced through the bedroom door but Rachel was still sleeping. He made her a sandwich anyway and covered it in plastic wrap so she could have it when she was ready. He knew she'd just grab cookies or frozen waffles or inhale half of that bowl of candy if he didn't make her something decent to eat. He put an apple next to her sandwich and ate one himself while he cleaned up. He made himself a strong espresso and stood on the deck drinking it.
He felt the caffeine joining the adrenalin that was still pulsing around his body. Maybe that hadn't been a good idea. Maybe he should have made some herbal tea to try and relax. Nah, he hated herbal tea. And he could think of a much better way to relax anyway. He adjusted his thick cock trapped inside his trunks. He'd been hard and uncomfortable ever since laying on the beach. Maybe he needed to start wearing boxers to give his seemingly constant hard-on a bit of space. Then again, trunks usually helped him keep it under control. They weren't helping now though. Fuck, he really needed to get his hands on his woman.
Walking back into the kitchen, he glanced at the clock. Tried to work out how long she'd been sleeping. She'd had an afternoon nap in Geneva. Must have had at least two or three hours on the plane, another hour or so in the car on the drive down here, and probably two hours in bed. Surely that was enough to get her through until tonight. It was 11am now and she could have another nap later if she really wanted one.
He shrugged his eyebrows, his pounding desire for her wasn't lessening any, and the caffeine had just made him buzz even more. Perhaps he would just slip into bed next to her. She might not even notice. Not that her not noticing was going to help him use up any of his pent up energy or relieve the throb in his groin.
He padded into the bedroom, still dressed in his damp trunks and watched her sleep for a few moments. She was lying on her side, curled up in a ball, she seemed a little cold. Trying not to wake her, he leaned over the bed and undoing the zips, gently removed her boots and set them on the floor next to the bed.
He slipped into the bed behind her, pulled the blankets up over them and wrapped his long frame round her body. She stirred and reached behind her to touch him. Her hand brushed the side of his trunks and she whispered sleepily, "you're cold and wet and sandy Jake, take those trunks off."
"If you insist," he murmured into her ear.
"Oh, I do insist," she whispered back. "I always insist on you being naked." He shimmied out of the damp pants, rolled them up in a ball and threw them into the laundry hamper standing in the corner of the room.
Then he turned back to her, ran his big hands down the curve of her body to her hips and pushed himself hard up against her bottom. He was hugely and unashamedly aroused and she wriggled at the feel of him.
"That feels nice," she murmured.
"Nice? Now that's not really the reaction I was looking for," he whispered. He slipped one arm under her shoulders and out across the bed whilst the other arm he wrapped around her body, pulling her in closer against him. He rested his face on the side of hers, his mouth by her ear.
"I want you," he whispered. "Badly. Really badly."
"I can tell," she murmured back.
"Kiss me. I want to taste your beautiful lips."
She turned her head towards him and he kissed her full on the mouth. He tasted of salt and desire.
"I've missed this," she murmured, "I've missed the taste of the sea…"
He stopped her words with his tongue, winding it around hers, running it along her lips, tracing the inside of her mouth.
"You're driving me insane," he whispered. "I need to fuck you."
She smiled, eyes still closed. She loved it when he let his guard down so completely. Told her what he really wanted. She loved the desire he felt for her.
"Jacob?"
"Mmmm," he replied, nuzzling into her neck.
"How long ago did we have sex on the plane?"
"Um... well 2 hours of the flight was left, an hour to get out of the airport, 3 hours to get here and we've been here about 2 hours so that's about 8 hours ago. Is that OK?"
"I guess so, I suppose it's longer ago than it seems. Because it feels like just a couple of hours ago."
"Oh, so you're bored with having sex with me already," he teased.
"No, no, it's not that. It's just we've been working together for so long, and I had no idea up until a couple of months ago."
"No idea of what?"
"No idea that my clever, mild mannered, super scientist could provide me with an almost endless supply of gorgeous erections…"
He snorted, "gorgeous? I don't know about that"
"Oh you're just being modest"
"No, just realistic."
"Oh poor baby," she murmured, "did all the other girls never tell you how gorgeous your cock is?"
"No, I don't remember that ever being a topic of conversation." He traced the outline of her ear with his tongue
"Well I don't mind telling you."
"Is that right?
"Mmmmm, absolutely. I think you're totally gorgeous, Dr Hood. Every single hard, throbbing inch of you"
"Flattery will get you absolutely everywhere Agent Young," he whispered, pulling her fully up against him, grinding his hips against her. "I really, really need to fuck you now."
She gasped. "Gorgeous."
"It's you who does this to me," he murmured breathily in her ear. "When I'm with you I'm like an addict, strung out on testosterone. I can't get enough of you Rachel. You're the only one who makes me desperate and horny and hard." He nuzzled into her neck. "I need you so badly. I can smell sex in the air and it's driving me fucking insane."
"You have a very persuasive way of putting things Jacob."
"I just want to satisfy you, beautiful. Tell me how I can please you. Turn around and kiss me and let me make love to you for hours, or stay exactly as you are and I'll take you hard, just like this," he pushed hard up against her again and she murmured in anticipation. "Or," he rasped in her ear, sending a shiver hurtling down her spine to her groin, "let me undress you slowly," he began to undo the buttons of her shirt, then slipped his hand inside her lacy bra and cupped her breast, "and carry you into the bathroom and give you a long, and very hot fuck while we have a long, and very hot shower."
"Mmmm, I think that's the one," she murmured, "keep talking."
He nibbled her neck, just under her ear, the tip of his tongue flicking her earlobe, his hand inside her bra caressing her nipple. "You have no idea how horny I am for you right now," he murmured. "I want to run my hand down your sexy belly," he did with his hands what he was telling her with his mouth, "and undo the buttons on this skirt. I'm going to slip my hand inside your panties," she gasped as he did, "and when I part your lips, I'm going to find you hot and wet and ready for me."
"But I'm not going to take you," he started caressing her clit with his finger as he spoke. "You're going to have to wait until I've slowly stripped off all your clothes and kissed every inch of your body, sucked your beautiful nipples and licked your delicious thighs." She turned and laid on her back, hooking her legs over his bent legs as he lay on his side, snuggling close into his lap. His hand was still tucked inside her underwear, one long wet finger delicately stroking her.
She pushed her hips up to his hand, murmuring in appreciation of his erotic touch. "God that's delicious baby, don't stop talking. I need to touch you," she ran her hand down his naked belly to his groin, wrapping it around his velvet hard cock, engorged and pulsing with his arousal.
He groaned deep in his chest as she touched him. "And when you're begging me to fuck you, I'm going to carry you into the bathroom, stand you under the hot, steaming water and lather your naked body in shower gel until you're slick and wet and soapy."
She ran her fingers firmly along the full hard length of him and his cock pulsed, straining up into her hand. "Jesus Rachel, you don't really expect me to keep talking while you're stroking me like this do you? I can barely even think when you touch me. You liquefy my brain."
"Absolutely," she whispered, the feeling of his fingers between her thighs driving her wild. "If you stop talking, I'm going to stop touching"
"No, please don't stop," he groaned. "Don't ever stop."
"Then… then…" his voice cracked a little, as she cupped his heavy balls, "then I'm going to glide my soapy hands slowly over the curve of your hips and the swell of your breasts. I'll caress your nipples with one hand and run the other up your thighs and between your legs. I'll slip my fingers inside you just like this," she groaned as he did "and I'll stroke you delicately and firmly until you come, I'm going to make you come hard until every one of your muscles is pulsing and throbbing for me.
She gasped, squirming under his touch. The heat spreading from her core was intensifying, it was delicious, intoxicating.
"And when you've come for me again and again, when your legs are weak, and you're gasping for air, I'll run my hands down the arc of your beautiful back, wrap my hands around your fantastic ass and lift you high and hard up against me."
His voice was getting ragged as she pumped him slowly and firmly.
"Then I'm going to fuck you hard and fast against the wall. I'll wrap your legs around my waist and you'll watch as I slide inside you, deep inside your hot wet soapy body. I'm going to slam you up against the wall so fucking hard that you'll think I might split you in two, and I'll come inside you again and again and again, until I can barely fucking stand."
He was whispering heavily, directly into her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine, mingling with the shiver eminating from her groin. And with a final stroke of his slick finger against her clit, she shattered, throbbing in his hand, her body wracked with waves of excruciating pleasure.
"Jacob," she gasped, arching her back against the bed.
"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered roughly, "Nothing turns me on more than when you come, I love it when you lose yourself for me."
"All you need to do is talk to me baby," she groaned.
"I can't, I… fuck, I can't talk anymore," he murmured trying to hold himself together as her hand ran the length of him with long slow strokes.
"You have a filthy mouth and a very, very filthy mind," she whispered to as she stroked him, ran her thumb over the thick, dripping head of his cock. "Did you ever used to do this to yourself while you thought about me, Jake?
"Oh god Rachel, please don't ask me that," he gasped.
"Why?" she teased, "I want to know. You've told me often enough how hard it was for you before we got together." She giggled. "So I want to know how hard," she squeezed him gently, "it really was."
"You're a cheeky bitch."
"You won't be saying that in a minute or so."
"Surely you don't expect me to last a whole minute," he groaned.
"I used to…" she whispered seductively.
"Used to what?" he breathed, barely able to speak as she pumped him, firmer, faster.
"Used to think about you when I did this," she tensed her thigh muscles, squeezing his hand where it still lay between her legs, ran her spare hand down and placed it over his.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he gasped.
"Oh no baby I'm not lying, I used to think about kissing your mouth, about touching your sexy body." She turned towards him, his erection hard up between their naked bellies, the firm grip of her hand rubbing him fast and slickly up against her stomach. His eyes rolled back in his head.
"I used to think about stroking your cock just like I'm doing right now," she nuzzled into his face, kissing his open mouth, sucking his bottom lip into hers. "I used to think about you fucking me. I used to imagine you naked, hard inside me. I used to imagine blowing you Jacob, I used to imagine you coming hot and wet in my mouth."
"When?" he gasped.
"When I touched myself."
She knew he was history. He wound his hands in her hair, kissed her desperately, his mouth open and breathless against hers. She felt his body tense for an instant and he roared his release, groaning deeply, passionately, primally, against her face as he came, pulsing in her hand, his warm cum spreading between their bellies.
...
They lay for what seemed an eternity, wrapped together in the warmth of the bed, holding each other tightly, their laboured breath intermingling as though they were only one person.
"You blow my fucking feeble mind," he murmured eventually.
"I know," she whispered teasingly. "And now we're going to have to change the sheets. Do you have any other colour?"
"No just, white."
She smiled. "Now why doesn't that surprise me? And you know, we really do need that shower now," she murmured, kissing his neck. "We appear to be stuck together with a rather large amount of sperm."
He shook his head, "you have such a romantic way with words sometimes, Rachel. It's not technically sperm though. It's semen. The sperm is…"
"I know, I know," she laughed. "You just can't help yourself but correct me all the time can you?"
"Well I wouldn't have to if you weren't wrong so often."
"You're quite rude for a man who still appears to be rather horny." She reached down and took his rapidly rehardening cock in her hand. "I don't think you'll make it as far as that shower if you're not careful."
"Oh, I think I will," he laughed, slipping off the bed out of her grip. "Come on", he said scooping her up in his arms, striding into the bathroom and turning on the mixer tap with a practiced flick of one hand.
"Jake, I'm still half dressed," she screamed as he let her down under the hot water.
"Not for long," he replied, wrapping his hands around her backside and lifting her up against him. "It's about time you were naked, woman."
...
By the time they finally made it back to the bed, clean, warm, exhausted and completely sated, he felt ready to sleep for two days. He stretched out naked on the bed and she cuddled up next to him, head on his chest and arm over his belly. She felt a little cold and reached down, pulling up the soft white blankets over them. He was virtually asleep already, but she felt awake and hungry.
"Do you want some waffles?" she whispered to him.
"No," he murmured. "And nor do you. I made you a sandwich and some fruit earlier. It's in the fridge. But don't have the tiramisu, that's for dessert. And I plan to eat it off your naked belly after dinner. Oh, and leave that Halloween candy alone."
He hugged her in close to him and kissed her damp hair. "Don't go beautiful," he murmured. "Sleep with me. I love you."
"And I love you, my gorgeous man" she whispered.
She waited. She knew it wouldn't take long for him to crash and then she could go and eat.
It took about 30 seconds.
Mmmm, she thought to herself as she wandered into the kitchen. Tiramisu sounded very, very nice, perhaps she'd just have a little taste.