"I don't care. Just fuck me," she whispered. Jake's conscious told him to keep trying to talk Leah out of her decision but he knew that once her mind was made up there was no arguing with her.
Jake grabbed Leah by the back of her thighs and hoisted her up against him. Leah's strong long legs wrapped like a boa constrictor around Jake's torso. She was never going to let him go.
She needed this; they needed this. The contact, the feeling of another warm chest, hearts thumping against each other. Leah's hands pulled Jake's sun-kissed face towards hers and their lips met. Leah didn't see stars but she didn't need to. She wanted the sensation of flesh against flesh, the sounds of their pants as they breathed each other in, soaking up their very essences. She didn't need love. You didn't need love to have passion.
Jake and Leah had passion for days. They barely liked each other most of the time but that didn't matter now. What mattered was the sensation of Jake's stubble brushing up against Leah's soft skin and the feel of his rough hands against her pebbled nipples.
Leah kept her legs wrapped around Jacob for leverage as he moved his powerful hands to remove her ripped t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Leah did the same for Jake. Soon their bare chests were pressed up against one another, sharing their heat.
Jake walked them forward, shoving Leah against his poster of Jessica Alba that he'd taped to his door three years ago back when she was still relevant. It crinkled against the pressure.
They made out for what seemed like hours, Leah's nipples rubbing against Jake's pecks and her face growing red from Jacob's facial hair. Leah pushed Jake's face away, gasping for air. It was mere seconds before Leah had pulled Jake's head back but not for a kiss, "Take me," she exhaled into his ear.
Without hesitation Jacob had Leah on her back on his twin bed. He had every intention of fucking whatever worries she had away.
He wasn't blind or stupid. Jake knew exactly why Leah had come specifically to his place and not anyone else's. She didn't want emotion, she got enough of that from the continual drama that seemed to always fill her life despite her best efforts. She wanted to vent her frustration, forget about all the bullshit. She wanted to be fucked, in the good way for once. Leah craved control. She could control this.
Jake ground his pelvis against Leah's, increasing her wetness and her moans, "Get these off, now!", she said as she scrambled to remove his pants. Jake had to stand to get them off. Leah took that time to remove her dirt stained jeans as well. Before she could blink Jake was back grinding on top of her. He kissed, licked and sucked his way down her body, stopping at her already hard nipples. He teased and played with them for several seconds making Leah squirm. Having her nipples played with was quite possibly her favorite part of foreplay. Sam had never payed them enough attention. Foreplay was never his forte.
Jake was a horse of a different color or wolf, whatever. He seemed to excel at foreplay. Leah was dripping with anticipation. He kept moving down her body passing her throbbing center, kissing his way down her legs. He glanced up at her from her ankles, "Fix your face," he said teasingly. His words infuriated Leah. She tried to squeeze his face in between her thighs but Jake's hands shot up and grabbed her warm flesh before she could suffocate him. He knew exactly what she wanted but he was going to make her beg for it, "Say it."
"Fuck you," she spat back. It was hard to have any control when you were splayed out naked with a sexy man in between your legs.
"Only if you ask nicely," he countered.
Normally Leah would have told Jake to fuck off again and left but she needed this, desperately, "Jacob Ephraim Black, lick my cunt right this second...please!"
Jake smirked as he kissed his way towards her soaking center. She tasted better than he could ever have imagined. Leah was the star of everyone's dirty fantasies. It was the best kept Pack secret. Seth was the only one who didn't get a boner every time Leah shifted. Jake had this recurring dream about fucking Leah while they were wolves. The idea of being able to nip and bite her and then turn her around and give it to her always made Jake instantly hard.
Jake kept licking and sucking Leah, adding one then two fingers.
She was so unbelievably wet.
Leah mewed and moaned above, intertwining her fingers in Jake's semi long hair. He'd been growing it out again and Leah secretly loved it.
This was normally where Jake would stop and let the girl finish with him inside but the sounds being produced by Leah spurred him on. He wanted to feel her cum against his mouth. He wanted to taste her the moment she reached ecstasy. It didn't take very long.
Leah bucked against Jake's face, riding out her orgasm. She hadn't come like that since she threw out her vibrator. Jake licked his way back up her shaking body and kissed her, his lips still wet from her hot cunt.
Leah didn't seem to mind or even notice. She was in Heaven, "Don't think this is over. We've only just started." Jake was going to keep his word. He was going to fuck the ever loving shit out of Leah Clearwater.
Leah's sexy smile was all the response he needed.
This was going to be one hell of a night.
