He took me hard. I wasn't prepared for him, but at that point I could care less. His hands massaged my skin with devilish skill, up and down my chest..stomach..thighs and eventually – my very core. I came quicker than expected and cursed in response. I hated when he made me come before even being inside me. It was a sick game of his that I, for some reason, never stopped him from playing. When his fingers finished and he could no longer take the wait, he slammed down hard on me. Grinding himself against me, I was already at the edge…again. I begged him to please, do it already. He smirked and said, "Good things come to those who wait, be patient." It better be more than good with him making me wait so long. Then finally, after I could take the foreplay no longer, I flipped him over, positioned myself on him and forced him to enter. I let out a moan of instant satisfaction. "Oh my fucking God…" was all I could say. The rest came so naturally, - our bodies knowing what the other wanted, intertwining at all the right spots. He found that sweet place only few knew of and made sure to ravish it to which, I was the most grateful. At the cusp of that building peak, he turned me over so that he was in control and plunged deeper than I thought possible. It took but a few motions before we climaxed together and collapsed onto each other. He laid his head on my chest. We said nothing, just listened to each other's heart beat for minutes. Then, he moved to the left side of our bed and stared at me with those chocolate brown eyes I grew to adore.
"Rate me."
"What?"
"You heard me – rate me. On a scale of 1 to 10, how good was I?"
Rolling my eyes, I said, "Why does it matter? Obviously you were good. I can fake a lot of things, but THAT was not one of them. Trust me."
He let out a light chuckle. "So…would that be a 9 or 10? Or maybe even off the scale?"
I knew he wouldn't leave me alone about it.
"Um, you were a solid 9 ½…possibly a 10." It was the truth, though. That boy knew what he was doing.
"Mmmm. I'll take it," he said while giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"I thought I told you not to do that. You know that's his thing for me."
He sighed, "Oh, I know. Sorry, won't happen again. Besides, it's too lovey-dovey for me. I personally like the edgier things." He smirked at me.
I laughed and said, "Oh yeah? And what might that be?" knowing fully aware of what he was capable of.
"Let me show you…Miss Swan." He said before pulling the covers over his head and shimmying himself in between my legs.
I felt his tongue trace the underside of my thigh before going limp as his mouth "dug for treasure".
That was the thing about Jacob, he didn't wait to be told what to do to me – he just did.
Stopping just before I came again, he said, "So…when does Edward get back from Alaska?"
"In two days. I can't wait to see him! I've missed him so much." I smiled at the thought of holding him again.
"As long as he keeps away from you on Friday, I'll be okay. That's my day, anyway.", he said with a mischievous grin.
"You know he will, Jake. Edward knows the deal, just like you do. Now, stop talking to me and finish what you've started."
"Whatever you say, Bells.", he said while going back under.
Yeah, whatever I say is definitely working out for me.
I could never choose between Edward and Jacob…so I didn't. We were unbreakable.
Me, Jake, and Edward. My best friend & my boyfriend and me. I was the luckiest girl in all of Forks, Washington.
I mean, monogamy was awfully boring, anyway – right?