This time is different because when he freezes up you have the option of trying to escape or surrendering. You're in the sitting room again and were walking out from the bathroom after a shower, clad only in your glasses and a towel. You hesitantly move towards the open window, trying to calculate if you have enough time. Deciding to go for it you start to sprint of to the other side of the room, clutching at the towel around your waist. Your heart starts to beat hard- you hear him break out of it and throw a quick glance over your shoulder. Holy shit, he just vaulted over the sofa in a single graceful movement, his eyes fixed on you as he charges forward and you let out a very unmanly gasp which you hope goes unnoticed.

Gulping and pumping your legs harder you return to stare at the window, getting so close, so very close when he slams into your back and you land with a thud on your hands and knees, his heavy bulk just behind you. You try to stay calm, knowing it will calm him down quicker, but he doesn't seem happy, and growls into your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He leans over you, his arms either side of yours and his dog tags fall over your shoulder, cold metal kissing your pale skin. You become aware of the fact that the loose towel is slowing slipping from your waist but can do little about it.

'Jake, Jake please,' you say to him, trying to talk in calm, stable voice that comes out a pitch higher than you'd anticipated. 'Come on Jake, it's me- dirk, Jake, dirk'

But he continues to make that threatening rumble in his throat and you shrink away from him. Doing so makes your towel fall of completely and in a rash move you try to stop its descent, but your sudden movement angers Jake and he pushes your shoulders down and pins your hands to the floor so that your elbows and knees are the only thing supporting you. You can feel his crotch at your rear, and gasp, try to struggle and save you both the embarrassment later but he's having none of it, and he grinds forward against you, the fabric of his shorts rubbing intimately over your arse cheeks. Your face heats up and you gasp, trying to pull your hands from under his to no avail. He grinds again and your body traitorously reacts, your skin tingles and you can feel yourself getting hard- how many time had you thought of this before? To many times you tell yourself but you can't help the whimper that slips from between your clenched teeth when he rubs himself harder against you, his chin on your shoulder and his breath in your ear.

You can feel him getting hard too and god does he feel big, pushed up against you. One hand releases your wrist and disappears from your view, you move It but he growls again so you satay still and strain your ears, you hear a rustle of cloth and try to turn you head but stop when you feel his skin against your, flush against your back and arse and you jump in surprise and renew your attempt to get up but his hand is back on your hand and all his weight forcing your bod to be still. He renews his grinding, except now there is no cloth between the two of you and you can feel his pre cum wetting your cheeks.

'j-Jake!' you whimper, unsuccessfully keeping the noises of pleasure slipping from your mouth, and you know you should tell him to back off, should turn around and fight him every step of the way but somehow you just can't bring yourself to do so.

He snarls, literally snarls right in your ear and bites at the shell of your ear, his teeth digging into the thin strip of flesh. He releases your arm a second time but keeps his head on the back off yours, forcing your forehead down. You hear him spit and second later feel fingers, warm with saliva stroking your entrance. You jump in surprise but can't get out, you try twisting your back but he keeps you still and pushes at you with his finger which, with a little force, slips past the ring of muscle. You gasp and still, feeling incredibly uncomfortable at the pushing sensation and when he pushes forward you arch, and keen and try to push your body away from his, to wiggle and scramble. You don't do too badly and when his grip on you loosens momentarily you think you may have a chance of escape… instead though, Jake leans down and bites you. Hard.

You howl as his teeth sink into your neck and struggle but moving causes it to hurt further and you go limp under him, your neck clenched between his jaws. His fingers move again, in, out and you shudder when he slides a second one alongside it, stretching you further. It burns a little now, and you try to talk, but your face feels tongue feels numb, a strong contrast to the hyper sensitivity running over your skin. He scissors his fingers within you and grunts into the flesh of your neck before trying to force a third finger in. you are too tight though and he painfully pushes it harder till it slides in. you groan and push your forehead into the carpet beneath you, tensing up.

He withdraws his teeth from your neck and his fingers too, to coo at you, soothingly rubbing a hand over the small of your back and you relax for a second, thinking maybe he's finished. You push away the pang of disappointment when he backs away from you and scold yourself for the betrayal of your own body. But apparently he isn't done, and you feel something blunt prodding at you, much, much thicker than his fingers; you pull away but he leans forward once more, one hand pushing your wrist back to the floor, the other grasping at your hip. He pushes against you and you open your mouth to cry out but it seems your breath has been whisked away, the noise coming from you a breathy whine instead. It does hurt, and for a moment you two are suspended in an uncomfortable push/pull, him leaning over you, gripping your wrist and hip forcefully and you simply gasping for breath, your muscles twitching and resisting. But then, with a groan from him and a whimper from you he slides in, the resistance from your muscles simply giving out. You both shudder in unison, and are still for a moment. He pulls out a little. You twitch. He pushes forward again and you grip your lower lip between your teeth. He grinds against you and your teeth break skin, the coppery taste of your blood bursting onto your tongue as your back arches.

He then begins to move in earnest, thrusts coming hard and fast and you find your body rising to meet him, your knees and forearms dragging on the carpet and you can hardly feel the burn. He angles himself in such a way that you get a sudden jolt of dull pleasure, hardly there but leaving you breathless. He hits that spot again and this time you can feel it travelling up and down your spine in sparks and you call his name, your fingers digging into the carpet's soft material. He leans forward to lick at the moisture you hadn't noticed on your cheek, his tongue wet and soft and you instinctively turn to lick back at him, your own tongue running up his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin. His hips are ponding into yours and he releases your hip to slide under your stomach and stroke your own arousal which hardens almost instantly. You push you face into the crook of your elbow, your mouth wide and panting, gasping his name as he works you. You can feel his thrusts getting faster and he's dug his face into the base of your neck and shoulder, snarls and growls catching in his throat.

The combined stimulation is too much and as he hits that one place again you feel yourself contract around him and he pulses within you, a sudden spurt of warmth filling you and painting your insides. He tenses and sinks his teeth once more into your neck, breaking the skin and you can feel your blood well up and you throw your head back as you come, your seed splattering onto the floor and dripping over his fingers.