I really split this story into two chapters just so I could have two soundtracks! I've always wanted to drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline……
Soundtrack: Prove It All Night – The Boss
Everybody's got a hunger
A hunger they can't resist
There's so much that you want
You deserve much more than this
Well if dreams came true
Ah wouldn't that be nice
But this ain't no dream we're living through tonight
Ah girl, you want it, you take it, you pay the price
To prove it all night, prove it all night
Prove it all night girl and call the bluff
We'll prove it all night, prove it all night
And girl I'll prove it all night for your love
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She felt his body move closer to hers. His arm was around her waist and he pulled her into him tight. She felt him still hard against her back. 'Oh god Jake, how can you do this to me all night?' she thought. Her eyes fluttered open for what must have been the hundredth time and she took a quick look at the digital clock next to the bed. It read 2.14am.
"Rachel," he whispered into her ear. "Are you awake my beautiful girl?"
"Mmmm, well I can't really sleep with 3 of us in the bed like this," she murmured drowsily.
His body was warm and hard and alive and the feel of his erection in her back and his hands on her body had kept her aroused all night.
"What do you mean, the three of us?"
She ran her hand down to his trunks, "well, you, me, and him." She stroked the length of him firmly upwards, along the underside of his heavy cock, his erection clearly straining to escape the constraints of his pants.
He groaned at the feel of her hand stroking him. "I'm sorry Rachel, I thought I could wait til we got home and sorted everything out, but I can't spend another moment in this bed without making love to you. After what happened at the beach house, I didn't want sex to define our relationship, that's why I thought we should wait. But I'm desperate for you."
"Please Jacob," she whispered, "I want you so much."
"Jesus Christ Rachel," he murmured. "You make me so unbelievably hard. I can hardly fucking bear it. It's so dark. I just want to feel your warm skin and listen to your beautiful voice. I need to touch your sexy body. I need to be inside you."
"Talk to me Jake, touch me and talk to me, make love to me and whisper to me. The sound of your voice is like pure sex to me."
His hands glided slowly across the red satin nightdress, "Why did you choose tonight to tease me like this? You're driving me fucking crazy with this beautiful thing."
"Well it is your birthday sweetheart, and I thought you'd like it."
"You know I love it," he murmured, cupping her breast in his hand through the silky fabric, feeling the hardness of her nipple against his palm. "You know why they make this kind of thing though don't you, you know why this fabric is so gloriously erotic?"
"No, tell me Jake."
He whispered throatily, "its because this is exactly how it feels slipping inside the silky warmth of your body."
She drew breath, she'd always liked the feel of silky fabrics but hadn't realised the sexual connotations.
He ran his hand down over the curve her hip to the round firmness of her bottom encased in the satin. "I just want to hold you here and open you and slip inside you. I know you'll be silky smooth and wet and warm around me."
"Jacob…" She could barely breathe.
All the while he was whispering to her and touching her body, he was nuzzling at her neck, gently kissing her shoulders and behind her ears. His warm breath, hot words and gentle hands combined to make her body scream for his.
She wanted to feel him, and she turned slightly towards him, ran her hand down his belly to his groin, felt his glorious thick erection again through his trunks. She slipped her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down releasing him.
He exhaled slowly, "thank god, that feels so much better." She pushed his trunks down further until he was able to kick them off, then completely naked, he stretched out the full length of his long legs and she felt his cock lengthen and harden even further.
"Jesus Christ Jake. I love the feel of you." She wrapped her small hand around him as far as it would go, and moved it slowly from the base to the head, marvelling at the feel of his luxurious skin over the steel hardness of him. In the dark, with nothing else to distract her senses, she could literally feel his blood pulsing through him beneath her fingers. He felt so alive.
She'd been with her fair share of lovers in her time, but never before had she felt such pleasure in the feeling of a man. Never before had she wanted to touch him so much, she loved the feel of him in her hand and in her mouth, she wanted to feel him between her thighs. "You're dripping," she whispered, his tip was wet and slick and she ran the palm of her hand over it spreading the thick, warm wetness down the full length of him.
He thrust himself up into her hand, "that feels so fucking good, Rachel," he murmured.
"I want you inside me Jake, I've waited so long and you make me so hot."
She wished she could see his face, see his lidded eyes dark and aroused, his gentle lips parted, the tip of his tongue snaking around her nipples. But she found it easier to talk in the dark. She heard herself saying things to him that she never would in the daylight. As though it were someone else speaking.
"I want the feel of your body on mine," she whispered, "take me from behind so I can feel you pressed against me. I want you inside me and on me, don't ever stop touching me."
She let go of his cock, turned slightly back the other way and pushed her bottom back into him, rubbing herself against his hardness. She felt incredibly sexual, catlike, erotic, she wanted him to hold her roughly by the hips and thrust into her.
"Slowly Rachel," he whispered hoarsely. "You're going to make me come. I'm so turned on right now." She took a breath, steadied herself against him. "And I don't want this to be over yet. I want this to last, I want to make love to you forever."
He moved his hands over her body, still encased in the silky nightdress. He caressed her breasts slowly and played with her sensitive nipples, sending shooting messages down to her groin. She felt hot and desperate, knew how wet she must be. He nibbled at her ear and licked her neck and she turned her head for him to kiss her, deeply and passionately, his broad tongue thrusting deep inside her mouth in the way she wanted his cock to thrust inside her body.
Unable to bear it any longer, she put her hand on top of his and slid it down to her thighs, parting them slightly so he could move his hand in between them. He slipped his fingers in the waistband of her panties and drew them effortlessly down her legs.
"Oh Rachel," he slipped his fingers inside her and she felt him shudder at the feel of her, hot & wet. She was on fire at his touch. With his slick, skilful fingers he caressed her, and in the space of what seemed like seconds she came hard against his hand.
He was breathing heavily into her neck, "I didn't think you could make me any hotter Rachel. I'm desperate for you now."
"For god sake Jacob, fuck me, fuck me now, please…"
He moved slightly on top of her, turning her to half face the bed. He nuzzled into her neck and the feel of his big warm, naked body pressed up behind her made her literally purr.
"I need to feel you inside me."
She was on her stomach, her head facing to the left, and he slid his left hand down her leg, slipped his hand under her knee and drew it up the bed, to her waist, bending her leg, opening her for him. And with his mouth on her neck, one hand wrapped around her breasts and the other one holding her knee up against the sheet, he slid deep inside her with one swift motion. He stayed there for a few moments, breathing heavily.
"Do you have any idea how it feels to be inside you again?" He spoke roughly, lustfully.
She loved the feel of his body pressed against her. "God Jake, this is heavenly, why haven't we done it like this before."
"Sweetheart, there are so many things we haven't done yet. And I'm going to do every single one of them to you. But right now, if you'll excuse me, I really, really need to fuck you… hard."
"Please…"
Holding her tight up against him, he started moving his hips, thrusting deep, deep inside her. She loved the forward motion of being fucked from behind. The way his big cock banged hard up against the front of her vagina drove her insane and she groaned, she knew she was going to come again and when she did, he was going to lose it.
He was taking her with deep, long controlled strokes, his chest screaming with the effort of not losing control, of not just taking her hard and fast and blowing like a fucking steam train, but he could feel she was close to the edge again and he wanted her to orgasm while he was inside her.
"Come for me baby," he whispered into her ear. "I want to feel you pulsing around me." He moved her hips slightly so he could angle deeper and she gasped. He feeling of her buttocks pressed up against him was driving him insane.
"I need this off of you," he said urgently, "I need to feel your skin." He drew the nightdress up and she put her hands above her head so he could slip it off. She felt his hands glide down her naked body. His hands were big and warm and masculine and they each found a resting place, one around her body cupping her breasts, his finger caressing her nipples, the other between her legs. His mouth explored her neck, her shoulders, her back; it felt like there was not a single piece of her skin that he wasn't touching. And all the while he was pounding into her, deep and long and hard.
"I can't see you but I can feel you baby, I can feel every inch of you." The slow steady pressure of his thrusts and his expert fingers between her legs, his velvet voice in her ear and his big, warm naked body pressed hard against her back were more than her mind could comprehend. She was incapable of rational thought and she just surrendered herself to the feeling, the feeling of him and only him. It embraced her, caressed her, overtook her and she knew she was his.
He felt her body stiffen in his arms, felt the strong muscles inside her contract and pulse around him. She groaned and shuddered, gasped his name. The feeling of her internal muscles working him were too much for him to bear. He gripped her hips tightly, pulled her up to him and rammed home. Two long weeks of pent up frustration swept over him. Months of desire, months of love. A primal urge to impregnate her overtook him, a primal urge to mark her as his own. He needed to possess her, he needed to protect her. She was his.
"Fuck, I can't hold on any longer baby, I have to come, I need to make you mine," he gasped, as he slammed into her hard and fast. She could feel his heavy balls slap against her body.
"I am yours, I want to feel you, I want to feel you come hard inside me." She arched her back, trying to get him deeper and deeper. She heard the tone of his breathing change, heard his uncontrollable primal groan, felt his cock throb hard as he came again and again, filling her with heat.
"I love you Jacob," she whispered.
Then he collapsed against her, his chest heaving, his body slick and wet and hot against her back.
Jesus Christ Rachel," he gasped. "Don't ever leave me again. I won't make it through the make up sex next time."
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She awoke slowly, not really knowing where she was. She felt strangely alone, and realised that he wasn't in the bed with her. The events of the night came slowly back to her and she yawned and stretched. No wonder she still felt tired. That hadn't been the only time they'd made love during the night, he had been insatiable, taken her twice more in the dark and then again as the dawn light started to filter into the room. Watching his beautiful face in the half-light as he made love to her was almost more than she could bear and she'd struggled not to break down. The thought that she'd almost lost him, almost driven him away, kept coming back to her. Please she thought, please let us find a way to keep working together, a way to stay together.
She could hear him in the shower so just snuggled down beneath the blankets, luxuriating in the deeply erotic memories of the night.
Eventually, he finished in the bathroom and walked out dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans. He never failed to impress her straight out of the shower. There was something about that damp, freshly shaven look that turned her on. He just looked so handsome.
He pulled a crisp blue shirt off a hanger in the closet, slipped it on and proceeded to do up the buttons with his long fingers.
"Sorry beautiful, did I wake you? I thought I'd try and let you catch up on some sleep. But," he looked at her hopefully, "if you're awake, how about you have a quick shower and we go and get some breakfast. I am absolutely starving. When you arrived last night I was about to take a shower and have some dinner and I ended up doing neither. And after four sessions of fucking mind-blowing sex, I could literally eat a horse."
"I love a man with an appetite," she laughed. "And I have to say you did a great job of upholding your rule last night. What happened to not having sex til we sorted things out and got back to Bethany?"
He shrugged. "Rules were made to be broken Rachel, particularly rules that involve me not having sex with you." He leaned over and kissed her. "Now you had better get that pretty little ass out of that bed and into the shower before I eat you."
She laughed, "what, again!"
When she had finished in the shower and had dried her hair and dressed, she came out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the bed hoeing down cake like a man who'd never eaten before. She could tell he must really be hungry, cake wasn't the kind of thing he liked to eat first thing in the morning and he'd already had one enormous piece by the look of it, and was starting on another.
She laughed.
"This is fantastic cake Rachel, where did you get it from?"
"What do you mean, where did I get it from, I made it of course."
"You made it? At home?"
"Yep"
"And carried it all the way to Geneva?"
"Absolutely, on my lap, for 8 hours."
"You are a crazy woman. Why didn't you just buy one here."
"Because birthday cakes should always be made with love, Jacob. I will never, ever buy you a birthday cake as long as I have the strength in my arms to make you one filled with love."
He looked at her intensely, thoughtfully. "That's a beautiful philosophy, Rachel. That must be why this cake tastes so good; here have some," he held out a piece of the dense moist carrot cake. "And you even put some vegetables in it to keep me happy." He laughed. "Thankyou so much sweetheart."
"I still need some breakfast though," he said, as she tasted the cake. She had to admit it was good. Obviously love was indeed the secret ingredient to the perfect cake.
"Plus, take a look at this," he pulled open the curtains to reveal an expansive view of the River Rhone bathed in weak autumn sunlight.
"Wow," she was taken aback. "It was dark when I got here last night, I had no idea this is where the hotel was."
"Well I've called the airline and moved myself onto your flight, so we have the whole day here. We won't need to be at the airport until 9pm then it's the red-eye home." He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her lightly. "So lets go out and get some breakfast, wander around the city. Be tourists for a change."
They hadn't long left the hotel and were walking along the river to find a café, when Jacob's cell phone rang.
"Frank," he said to her as he flipped it open to take the call.
"Hey Buddy," he said
"Yes, I know you did, she told me.
No, she's here now.
Well I didn't think so either but I think fucking Dragon Ball Cox gave her a bit of a hard time and….
No we haven't yet,
I know we do.
Yep.
Yep.
Listen Frank; don't push me on this, you know….
No, I don't,
Yeah, I understand that but I won't re-sign unless I'm happy with the situation,
Well you might just have to do something about it then.
No, I just think….
Good god, you're the Director of the FBI Frank. I don't believe you have no influence at all.
Well that's something for you to decide I guess,
No, I won't.
Well I'll be sorry as well but unless you can….
Ok, I think that might be for the best.
Listen, seeing as she's here with me now, can you arrange her a couple of days leave. If we've got decisions to make we need some time to make them and I'm telling you right now that you won't be assigning her to some other asshole without my say so.
I'm not your employee Frank, so don't threaten me, it won't make any difference to me where I…
Well, maybe you'll just end up losing us both then.
It's no skin off my nose Frank. You know me well enough….
Ok, well we'll leave it at that for now then,
Yep, we'll see you on Friday.
Ok, take care."
He flipped the phone shut and looked at her, eyebrows raised. "He's not happy. Wants to see us both on Friday."
She nodded
"You won't need to go back in til then. So we might get few days at the beach house after all."
She sighed, took his hand in hers and they continued their walk along the Rhone.
"I think you're going to have to get that brain into gear Jake. If the answer is already in your head, I really hope you can find it before Friday. Otherwise we're going to be in deep shit. Perhaps if your head wasn't full of so much useless crap, you might be able to find the answer in there."
He stopped and looked at her, eyebrows raised. She thought for one awful moment that he was going to lose his temper with her again.
Then he laughed, and grabbed her round the waist, "I'll throw you in this fucking river if you keep being cheeky to me, now lets find some decent breakfast and some good coffee. Oh and I have to buy you some chocolate from a little place I found round the corner. And some ice cream, you'll love the ice cream. I tell you, you'll be wanting to have sex with me again after you try the ice-cream."
"If it's that good maybe we should take some back for Frank, get him to lighten up a bit."
He frowned, "I don't know about that. I'm not sure I want to have sex with Frank."
"You fool," she laughed.
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After her night of glorious sex with Jake, Rachel has her mojo well and truly back and wants to tell you that she's not happy with the soundtracks for this story. She's just about had enough of Jacob's choices. She saw the clip for this song on the plane on the way to Geneva and thinks it would have been a much better soundtrack to this story.
And before you laugh, she says to check out the video on youtube and you'll know why she likes it (although there should be less dancing in the clip and more of the wet men with tattoos in her opinion!)
Rachel's Soundtrack: Love Is a Hurricane - Boyzone
I want to spend my life with you right by my side
Cause when you kiss my lips, I see lightening in the sky
Its like one step forward and two steps back
Your love is like a hurricane
When you're with me, I'm on track
We're riding on a crazy train
I'll be fine if you're mine, at the end of the line