Chapter 10: Back

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Jake walked the space between us with his laptop in-hand. "Here, in Geneva, we should visit the film festival while we're there." He lounged next to me on the bed and pointed to a few pictures on the tourism site. "I think both of us speak enough German to get us by. Plus I've got the French down pat. When in doubt: subtitles."

He shrugged with a grin. I smiled, not so sure at my ability. But, hell, why not?

Over our final week, Jake and I did like so many tourists do when traveling through Western Europe. We visited several countries, kinda like a road trip across the states. Where he could, he'd point out this attraction, or that bit of history he'd remembered from the last time he'd visited the city we were in that day, and I played the wide-eyed tourist.

Switzerland was just like I'd thought it'd be: wooden shoes, brightly-colored knick-knacks and beautiful people everywhere. Just like Austria, the air there seemed...better, cleaner, more clear than the air in America. We took a tour through Salzburg, and watched the lush greenery and rolling hills that were picturesque, and just out of The Sound of Music.

I began journaling everything – the sights, the people, Jake, everything. My favorite was Amsterdam, teeming with tradition and an old-world feel that couldn't be replicated anywhere but there. We even visited Anne Frank's hideaway, though, it was closed off for tourists to actually visit. It was all beyond my understanding, how so many people could live for so long in such a tiny little space.

"...And just think about the space you keep just your shoes in," Jake teased out of earshot of the elderly tour guide. I poked him in the ribs with my elbow, his face the picture of feigned indignation, and we continued down the narrow staircase.

We'd had a pretty nice hotel in Hamburg. But, we stayed at hostiles overnight, for the remaining days, which, honestly, weren't too bad. And, surprisingly, we met some really great people traveling much like we were. He and I just kept our backpacks close, and went; just the two of us, and I knew nothing could interrupt what we had, and what had grown between us in this trip alone.

We were both a little bummed to have to leave it all, and I swore I would return. Maybe I'd even live somewhere in Europe for an extended time at some point in my life. I just had to.

"Promise?" I pleaded, softly, as we packed the last of our belongings, and I boxed up some of the souvenirs that I just couldn't fit in my baggage, to send ahead of us.

"Of course Bells," Jake assured with a smile. "Let's try to get back here next year. We can start saving so we can stay a couple weeks."

Once back in Jacksonville, things were back to business as usual. Jake went back to covering a local court case and even landed a contributing article in Esquire about the best burger places in America, and an expose on an indicted local politician for the Associated Press. His publisher set even more deadlines and his editor had even more changes for him, which took him away from me and, really, civilization for whole chunks of time. I tried my best to give him space, to keep my head toward his goal, our respective larger goals, and that would give me solace on the direction our relationship seemed to have been going

Our cute little texts or phone calls during the workday came fewer and fewer, and we had less to talk about beyond work those first few weeks. And when my product launch was less than a week away, I was tied up with making sure things were perfect with some last-minute changes and banner advertising pricing discussions. We barely even said two words to each other before falling into bed.

Alice was beginning to go postal with the preparations around her wedding. So I, being her maid of honor and best friend, began spending ever more time with her and even agreed to travel with her to Atlanta to see her space up close over Saturday.

It was all very normal.

My abrupt realization at how far we'd fallen came during a lull at work, when I quietly realized that we didn't kiss goodbye that morning, something that we'd always made time to do in the past.

Our lives had changed from this romantic love bubble where the only responsibilities set upon us used to be the occasional work email or phone conference. The rest of the time was spent drinking and eating excessive amounts of food and wine, and lots and lots of head-thumping, back-arching sex; as much of it as either of us could stand.

It was kinda depressing.

I wanted more. I wanted to recreate what we'd had, but I feared, quietly, that Jake and I were nearing the end of our honeymoon duration. More and more, Jacob would write until late into the night, eat the food he had prepared in the silence brought on by deep concentration. I didn't want to make a big deal about it. I mean, everything changes, right? We loved each other; we were just a little stressed.

Right?

"I just don't get Victoria sometimes. Alice and I have had to break our backs to prove ourselves to her over these last years, and she just brings in this kid and drops him on our team." I was fuming over the choice my boss had made for an assistant account manager, Riley, who'd joined the team on the same day I was back in the office. The kid needed too much supervision – too much guidance. I was no one's babysitter, especially someone who was in the same position I was in just a short time ago.

There was too much silence. Not even a perfunctory grunt or agreeing 'yeah' to show that I wasn't being insane. I rubbed at the countertop with my damp rag, cleaning after Jake's baked chicken and rice dinner.

"Jake, babe?" I peeked my head out of the kitchen to find him typing from my couch. "Jake?" I put more emphasis to get his attention. He sighed heavily.

"Yeah, Bella?" His voice was tinged with frustration and tiredness.

"Nothing babe." I walked closer to him, and ran my fingers through his hair to soothe him. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." He was short with me, I'm sure without realizing, and I was getting the sneaking suspicion that I was crowding him – that I was messing with his mojo, which was the last thing on the planet I wanted to do.

I walked away to give him some room, stripped down and took a quick shower to get rid of the day. I knew he was just strained . The weight of such a lumping of important deadlines looming had to be difficult to manage, especially after such a relaxing month away from it all. After, I poured us both small glasses of the Moscato I'd had in my fridge forever, set his on the table in front of him.

"Jake, baby...I'm headed to bed." Of course I wanted him to join me, to make love to me, to let me know things with us were okay. Because, really, there wasn't anything that we were going through that was critical to our relationship.

"Okay, babe, I'll be there in a second." It was said without looking up from his screen, as he chewed on this thumbnail.

I texted Alice to check in, and waited for him for about thirty minutes. I was sure of this because I watched the red glowing digital numbers tick away in the darkness. I'd nodded off a couple times, willing myself not to close my eyes, straining in the night for his looming shadowy form, and searching for any movement, but there was none.

There was no Jacob that night, as long as I was awake. And, of course, he did come. We slept together, in the same bed, but, that night, I fell asleep without the warmth of my personal sun.

We found ourselves lingering in the brightly-colored isles, trying on gloves and playing with plastic toys amid couples and parents with children running wildly, wearing tutus and batman masks. My heart leaped at a little boy that was the spitting image of Jacob as a child, or what I'd seen of him in pictures; painfully cute, with dark eyes and a long braid down the center of his back. He couldn't be older than four, and he was wearing a foam padded costume that made him look like he had bulging green muscles. Jake and I smiled at him and I'm sure we both, if only for a moment, thought about what our children might look like, a fantasy that quietly brought us closer, as he gripped my hand in his.

Halloween.

…One of our favorite holidays. I had half of my costume all sorted out, I just needed a few fake guns and something that I could use for thigh holsters. Jake was hovering between a pretty great Ghostbusters uniform and...

"You're kidding."

"What? It's awesome." I laughed, behind the purple feathered eye mask I wore as he strutted out of the fitting room. Fur with cheetah spots, gold plastic, more fur on a vest-thing, and a huge axe, topped off by a double-horned helmet.

A Viking costume.

"You know what? It is awesome. That skirt shows off your legs." I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows.

"It even comes with fur that I can wear on top of my boots!" I stared at him blankly, then giggled, nodding my head in approval.

Mike was having a big bash at his house on the west side, and had invited me and Ali of course. I tried to make it a point not to get drunk around VV co-workers, but Mike was cool and I figured there would be a limited number of them at the party. Alice, or Jasper or Jake could cover me if I got too wasted, which I didn't plan on doing but, really, who knew how the night would play out?

Jake was downing the last of his Red Stripe, leaning against the counter in his black leather breastplate, leather-ish skirt-kilt and calf-high boots. His golden brown shoulders and upper arms were covered in fur; only he could pull this look off looking as hot as he did.

His eyes caught mine, roamed greedily over my waist-length ponytail braid, snug white tank top, eyes stopping at the super tight, super short shorts I wore and bands of leather around either thigh holding black toy Desert Eagles. That grin did things to me. It always did.

"You look..."

I stepped closer to him, questioning in my best British accent, "Yes?"

"Badass."

I giggled, as he pulled me closer to him, gripping my ass, sucking along the side of my neck. This was long, long overdue. We hadn't had sex in a week, and even then, although both of us came, hard, panting and moaning against my hallway wall, it was sandwiched between my having to run out with Alice and Jake's interview with the mayor's office. It was over much too soon. I needed more time, more positions, more clothing removed but, of course, we just didn't have the time.

I glanced at the clock. Alice and Jasper would meet us here in just twenty minutes. Mike's house was closer to our apartment building – just a short few blocks away, and an easy walk in the warm early evening. Jake ran his hands along the front of my shorts, my pussy aching for his thick fingers to roughly rub until I was excited beyond all comprehension.

I ran my hands along the smooth skin of his shoulders and chest, trying to touch him everywhere, quickly. None of it was enough – it never was, really. I felt greedy and deprived. He bent down, ground his swollen dick along the front of my shorts, and really, there wasn't much fabric keeping us from what I could tell we both really needed.

The rap on the door was abrupt. Enough to make both of us jump a little. It reverberated up my spine, to my skull, over my nipples and down to my damp pussy being dry humped into submission by my insanely sexy boyfriend.

"Fuck." Jake breathed against my mouth. "What the fuck..."

"Shit, shit, shit." I whined, unwrapping my calf from around his thigh. "Ali and Jazz..."

"Of all the fucking times they could be on time, they choose fucking now." He continued to mutter under his breath, straightening his solid cock in the shorts he wore under his costume. As Jake answered the door, all I could think of was the painful clenching that was my pussy's protest.

Shit, I needed Jake's dick.

"Hey guys!" Alice walked toward Jake's competitively towering body, "Whoa, there lady-killer." She teased Jake after a brief look at his half-dressed attire. "What are you? The lost Village Person?"

"Ha-ha." Jake said dryly, bending as Alice placed a quick peck on his cheek. I stepped further out into my living room, only after catching my breath and rubbing my finger across my very sensitive clit.

Nope. Did nothing to help.

I was dangerously close to saying 'to hell with the whole thing,' and telling Alice and Jasper to go on without us. We had enough candy to appease the trick or treaters, shit.

"Hey dude...nice, skirt."

"Hey dude, nice face." Jake said, playfully swatting at Jaspers right cheek, and snatching the mint green paper hat from his curly blond head.

"Hey, hey, that's my pretty face, Jacob. We're taking pictures next week. Try not to disfigure my fiancé, please."

Alice went straight for the bathroom, and started straightening and re-wetting the fake blood perfectly dribbling down either side of her sharp plastic teeth and mouth. Her eyes were a bright red from the contacts she'd ordered online for the night, along with her powder-pale skin, ashen and dead-looking.

"Love the costume, B. Sexy... Should I call you Lara?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me and reached for my ass.

"What is it with you people and my ass tonight?" I yelled.

"Well, Izzy, you gotta admit, you got an ass on you," Alice mused.

"You always were my lesbian luvah!" I grabbed at her, leaning her back into a bend, and puckering my lips.

"Yes! Girl on girl!"

"I always knew you were a top, Bella." Jasper chuckled, as Jacob handed him a beer from the fridge.

"Oh, and you've given this scene much thought, have you?" Alice arched an eyebrow, after downing the shot of tequila Jake had poured for her.

"Dude, lemme show you how my fantasy league is coming together..." Jake said, effectively changing the subject and pulling Jasper into the office.

"Yeah. Go with your friend!" Alice yelled behind the two men.

Once we were alone, I leaned over the kitchen counter, filled the tiny glass in front of her again, then one for myself."Als, what the fuck, man?" She looked at me like I'd gone completely insane. "Why are you guys so early?"

She laughed at me, throwing back the golden liquid, lips pursed, eyes squinted from its strength.

"I'm serious! Shit, me and Jake..."

"Aw, shit, Bella. We're fucking up you guy's hook up time? I'm sorry. Jasper was rushing us out the door, and we didn't want to be late..."

"No, no Als. No. It's okay. It's just that... Jake and I haven't...you know...in like a week or something."

She rolled her eyes, replying dryly, "Oh. No. The fuck-crazed rabbits haven't hooked up in a week. What shall we do, what shall we do?"

"I'm serious, Ally!"

"Mmhmm."

"Look. Jake and I used to have sex every day. Every day. Sometimes multiple times a day, and always at night."

She nodded her response. "Well, Bella, no one can keep going at that rate. Shit, UTIs are real."

"Alice!"

"Okay, okay! Shit. Look, Jasper and I used to have sex like that – anywhere, all times of the day and night – but we've been together for three years. I mean, we do have wild, kinky, wet..."

"Als!"

"Okay, okay. We still have sex, and it's good – I mean, really good – but, we've settled in now. It's been a while for you and Jake. It's okay. You guys are just settling in."

I wanted to believe her, I did, and part of me did fully agree with her. I mean, how many people really are hot and heavy, every day, for the rest of their lives...or, at least the life of the relationship? I was still attracted to Jake and, by the way he'd eyeball me when I stepped naked from the shower, or how he'd peek from over whatever he was working on just to glance at me getting undressed at the end of the day, I knew he felt the same.

It's like the tables had completely turned, and now I was the one that sought out his time, which was stretched far too thin with deadlines and things he couldn't control. I think that's why I'd been so patient with him. He'd given me the same time to handle the things I was responsible for. How could I ever tell him not to write, particularly when it was something he did so well and enjoyed so much?

This was something that he really cared about: his culture and heritage. Not to mention the fact that few authors his age were actively sought out by publishers, offering him the kind of money they were. His advance alone was a good chunk of what I made annually. You can't argue with those numbers, no matter how much of a pain being without him was.

I just...

I hoped that he didn't soon learn that he could live without me. I mean, he was on the cusp of greatness. It was scary and exhilarating for me, being someone so close to him, and who loved him so much. I didn't want him to forget me. We had only been dating a short time, by general standards. What was there to ensure me once he'd had his best-seller and book signings, and loyal readers, I'd still be good enough?

I poured myself another shot, because this night was supposed to be fun, and worry-free. Jake was untethered from his laptop, and was mine (well, mostly) for the night. Thank God for small blessings. The night was still very young, I looked hot, Jake looked like the surface of the sun and, if I played my cards right, tonight I'd get some. Or a lot.

We made it to Mike's just as his party was picking up. He and his wife had a sizeable townhome and, apparently, lots of friends. There was way too much to drink available, but I promised myself that I would stay relatively sober, as would Jake if I could help it. There would be no drunken sex tonight – only hot, fully cognitive sex.

As much as I wanted to do otherwise, I let Alice pull me into the sitting room with a mixture of familiar and not so familiar faces. We got into a discussion about politics, and movies, and things that people talk about at parties like these. It's hard, though, having a serious discussion with someone dressed as a 7-foot bottle of mustard, a robot, vampire, and what I think was John F. Kennedy.

"Having a good time?" Mike was a hot dog. I wonder if he knew Mustard.

"Great party, Newton! Love the house!" I yelled over the Katy Perry song. "What are they paying you over at VV?" He chucked, good-naturedly, nursing some kind of clear liquid in a lowball glass, and running his hand through his blond hair. Blue eyes. Mike had amazing blue eyes, and a round baby face that belied the fact that I was pretty sure he was a good five years older than I was.

"I stick up 7-11s on the weekends. Helps knock the edge off paying the mortgage."

"Ah, of course." I laughed, leisurely, glancing around for my boyfriend, who really was pretty easy to spot. Just look for the sexiest, tallest guy in the room and you've got him. Well, that and the massive horned helmet. I found him, of course, being chatted up by a chestnut brunette with big tits in a too-small nurse's costume.

How cliché.

She was hot, though, I'll admit. My first reaction was to pull him away from her overly-friendly smile and lustful eyes. She was a live one; probably'd been drinking for the last few hours. But, I thought better of it. I wouldn't make a scene with my co-workers, and definitely wouldn't give Jake any more ammunition. He already thought I was too jealous, which, admittedly, I was. I mean, wouldn't you be? I just wanted to constantly pee a circle around his feet so no other women would come within fifty feet of my territory.

"Come on, Mike. Let me introduce you to Jacob." Perfect. I would play the polite girlfriend, introducing her boyfriend to her co-worker, whose house he was hanging out in. Perfectly normal. Totally not stalker-ish.

"Jake, babe, this is Mike, and the woman in the pink wig, over there, that's his wife Lauren." I tried my best not to step directly in front of Nurse with my back to her face, but oops.

She got the hint, as Jake smiled at me, wrapping his arm briefly around my waist, and got lost.

Bella one. Slutty bitch, nada.

"You boys talk; I think Alice is waving me over." There. I felt wholly comfortable leaving Jake alone, again. I mean, I wasn't crazy or anything. He'd be fine, and from what I could tell, he and Mike were getting along pretty well. I was glad his costume came with a breastplate, though. The last thing I needed was a room full of my co-workers, and the wives and girlfriends of my co-workers eye-fucking Jake. The. Last.

After an hour or so, I was genuinely having a great time. I think I fell in love with my best friend al little more as she got caught up in a game of beer pong with one of the graphic designers. Jasper laughed, whispering what I already knew – we'd have to carry my bestie out of this place, but not before she drank a guy three times her size under the table.

I was averaging about a drink or so an hour, just enough to be buzzed but still pass a breathalyzer. I was horny, though. And, the more the music thumped, and the more fun I had, the better Jake looked. I wondered if he was horny too…

…Yep, pretty sure he was.

I caught eyes with him, ever the charming man he is, talking with a mixed group. I only saw the women, though, unfortunately. I needed to get him out of here, and in me. He winked unabashedly, smiling that smile at me. He nodded toward the hallway, almost unnoticeably to anyone not really paying attention.

Oh yeah, he was smooth.

…and I was excited!

He excused himself, politely, and then was out of sight. I waited a few seconds, briefly feeling guilty for what was about to transpire in Mike's and his nice wife's house. It was pretty loud, everyone in their own conversations, drunk, or engaged in some game or another. The perfect opportunity.

When I was sure no one would notice that we'd both gone down the same dark hallway, I walked away from the boisterous group I was among, to follow him. I willed my eyes to search and see in the darkness, not wanting to turn on the hall light for fear someone would see me.

His warm fingers curled around my wrist, quickly pulling me in to a room I wasn't familiar with – I assumed it was a spare.

How big is this place?

The room smelled distinctly of artificial pineapple, no doubt Mike's wife's doing, in the form of a plug-in air freshener. It was pitch black in the room Jake had selected, but I could just make out the outline of a double bed covered by a dark duvet.

He cupped a hand over my mouth to keep the frightened yelp from escaping my lips, closing and locking the door quietly and pinning me to the wall just to left of it. I knew it was him though; I'd know his smell anywhere, and he smelled amazing.

It was just so dark, my only light was a thin stream skirting under the door from the party. The room wasn't furnished enough to belong to anyone that was sure, so, I was comforted by the fact there was little chance we'd be interrupted.

Jake's flat palm and his fingers traveled under my tank, effectively unclasping my front closure bra and releasing my breasts, so he could crush them roughly in each of his large hands. I slid the helmet off as he awkwardly released the side snaps of the leather chest plate. I couldn't help my giggle, but was quickly shushed, Jake's own laugh causing his chest to vibrate against my breasts.

"Bells...we gotta make this quick." He laughed more, helping me out of one leg of my shorts, and black thong. Before I could kick them both from the tangle around my boots, his shorts were off and cock free. My mouth watered at the thought of him, at the memory of the taste and smell of him that had been burned into my mind. My knees buckled instinctively at the thought, meeting the soft carpeted floor soundlessly. I wanted him in my mouth.

"Could you have chosen a more awkward costume, Jake?" I whispered, trying my best to remove the skirt-kilt, because each time I attempted to wrap my lips around the tip of stiff cock, the pointy edges along the hem would poke me in the forehead.

He laughed, uncontrollably, trying his best to be silent while attempting to assist me. It was funny, but my pussy was yelling its impatience at the pair of us, and my ass was getting cold, hovering against the backs of my ankles, inches from the floor.

"Babe…" He reached for my arms, as I, never to be deterred, continued my attempt. "You wanna just get out of here?"

Music to my ears. "As in, leave the party?"

I determined his silence was an affirmation. Of course, my brain was warring with my body, which screamed questioningly why it had to wait, that it would take what it could get now, awkward or not. Ultimately, my head won over, and I hopped to my feet, mentally running through each best and worst-case scenario. We'd have to wait for Alice and Jasper; we couldn't ditch them, not to mention Ally was probably pretty lit by now. Jasper would at most need people with him on the walk back to distract from my giggling, slurring best friend. Yes, I could wait an hour or so, for much-needed, uninterrupted sex in Jacob's comfy, downy bed.

He pressed his lips against mine, slid in his tongue, invading my mouth, overtaking my senses, and I reciprocated tentatively, but eagerly. I didn't want to get too invested in this kiss, because I knew it would end, and I'd be left even more aroused than I already was on the walk back to our building. But, as Jacob deepened the kiss, moved his velvety mouth against mine, rested his hands on my hips a little too tightly for someone wanting this to stop, I realized that this was not a kiss of someone who wanted to wait, to do this when he was in the safety of his home. This was a kiss of someone who wanted to do things, naughty, nasty, obscene things at that moment, in that bedroom.

"Here…" he barely mumbled, voice croaking at the back of his throat, full of lust and suggestion. Jake pushed me against the wall, then took his place on his knees before me, where I'd been seconds before. I knew what he had planned before he even pressed his warm lips against my navel. I guessed that at any moment, he'd get back on his feet, as quickly as if he'd never been down there at all. That it was just a few seconds to tease me, the bastard.

I threaded my fingers in his hair, waiting for him to stop, but he didn't, and my brain got all cloudy at the thought of him and where he was. Then, I became even more aware of how naked I was, and how close Jake's face was to my clit. He was making it terribly difficult to think straight.

I gripped the back of his head as he lifted my thigh to his shoulder, dipped his head some, and met my achingly wet pussy with his mouth, sucking softly. He lingered there, like we had all the time in the world, like we were the only ones that really mattered, and that he'd rather not be anywhere else in the universe than between my legs.

A choked moan drifted from my lips, as he wrapped a strong arm around my thigh, pressed two fingers into me with his free hand.

I moaned again, gripped my fingers harder against his scalp, grinding my hips into his pumping fingers and licking mouth, trying my best not to slide down the wall, or bang my head against it, as my pussy started clenching deliciously, started dripping wetness.

"Fuck…" I couldn't see him, or what he was doing to me in the darkness, but I could imagine it all, could remember how good he'd always looked, how sexy his focused faced would be. Those wet lips, his pink tongue, the slight pucker in his cheeks from sucking, the sharp line of his jaw…the flex of his bicep from finger-fucking me…

And, of course, I was cumming.

He was an expert at this and manipulating my body, and I was too wet to have stood three minutes of a chance. I pinched my eyes close, let the orgasm wash over me, and tried not to suffocate him with my pelvis, all the while wanting him to move, to stop his perfect, talented mouth. It was a terrible pleasure. Every nerve ending was on fire and raw, but I didn't stop, so neither did he. And we rode it out; let it hit its crescendo.

"Shit!" I couldn't stop myself, as he curled his fingers inside me. His body stilled against mine, while he kept moving that perfect mouth exactly how I needed it, and the terrible pleasure came again, slowly at first, as unassuming as a pin-prick, then flaring out and grabbing me again. A gush of wetness covered his mouth, and my entire body shook uncontrollably.

I moaned too loudly for someone attempting to be secretive but, of course, such a thing was the farthest from my mind. As I breathlessly pushed him away, I stared at him in the darkness like he was a stranger; like he had lost his mind.

"What the fuck was that?" I questioned in exhale, half serious, half incredulous.

"What?" He stood, towering over me, eyes gleaming with mischief and humor in the light creeping from beneath the door. He shifted, readjusted his hard-on beneath his costume and stepped toward me.

"What? That!" He'd caught me completely off-guard; not saying I didn't enjoy it, but still. He chuckled, softly and cockily, and placed a wet kiss on my lips. I could taste the salty sweetness, sticky and still warm from my body.

"An…appetizer." He reattached the breastplate, put the ridiculous horned helmet on top of his head, then exited the room, like nothing had happened and I wasn't standing there, in the darkness, wearing nothing but that t-shirt and thigh holsters.

...

We were there again, in the same position as hours before, only there was no blinding darkness – only the dim lamplight filtering in from Jacob's living room table lamp and the florescent light of the kitchen. I wanted to stop where we were as soon as the bolt of his front for clicked. I wanted to rip plastic, and polyester, and fur and cotton blends from both of our bodies, better to see them, better to see him.

I was impatient. I wanted him, wanted to taste him, and run my tongue over everywhere skin was exposed. With palms flat against his smooth, muscular thighs, much too greedily and eagerly, I forced my mouth over his cock until I couldn't any longer. and nearly choked, causing him to hiss air through his clenched teeth.

He held my long ponytail, gliding his dick easily in and out of my waiting eager mouth, and I hungrily allowed him, stretching my hands up his naked body, needing to feel his skin any place my arms and fingers would allow. I chanced a glance at him, and his face was so beautiful, so sexy, jaw tightened and twitching, brows knitted. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, held it there with his teeth, and looked down at me, almost angrily, with pleasure so strong I had to slip a hand down, needing to roll my clit against the pads of my fingers for release.

My moan escaped in a heated swell of intense pleasure. The feel of my fingers wrapped around Jake's cock, sliding wetly with my hand, as the other rubbed eagerly against my pussy caused the build, the ache to reach its peak, and I felt the orgasm rip through me. Jake's breathing became shallower, more clipped, until he wrenched my mouth from his body. I was in the air a moment later, legs wrapped around his waist, holding tightly to the back of his neck and kissing him fervently as he gripped his cock, and eased my pussy onto it.

He held me firmly around my waist with an arm, the other grabbed my ass as my hips jerked violently, grinding against him. I was moaning expletives against his mouth, and how I loved him, how good he felt. Through closed eyes, I felt us moving. Jake was walking us toward his couch and, in a moment, I was riding him, moving my hips against him. He gripped my ass, guiding me, and licking the skin between my breasts, placing sucking kisses on each nipple as I rode and groaned in pleasure.

"….so fucking big…" I muttered, then moaned again, clawing at his couch, holding his shoulder with the other hand. I welcomed his mouth on mine when he offered it, feeling him in every part of my body, and the sensation of me sliding against him was maddening.

I was cumming with him inside me, gripping his dick and rolling my hips deeper. My eyes shuttered closed, and I stopped my motion. Too overwhelmed to continue, my nails dug into his shoulders.

"Yeah…" he mumbled, approvingly. Then, he smiled at me, kissed my lips, waited for a short moment, and held my waist tightly before he plunged himself even deeper inside me.

My hips moved of their own volition, rocking against him, as I moaned even louder. He was on his feet again, with my thighs on his forearms and my body held tightly, as he bounced me against him. I held on, rolling and moving, even as I felt my back reach his comforter. He rested his hard body against me, tugging on my ponytail again, yanked my head back and nipped and kissed my neck, while grinding into me, roughly. He was fucking the life out of me.

"Jake…oooh, Jake, oh fuck…damn…" He laughed, lifted my leg onto his shoulder, and kissed me again.

"Such a pretty mouth with such terrible language…" Our bodies were long since covered in sweat. I bit his shoulder, told him it was too much, slapped him on his arm, then moaned my displeasure when he pulled out briefly.

"Please…don't…please…." I begged him to slide his dick back inside me, to which he obliged, flipping me onto hands and knees. He filled me to the hilt, slapped my ass, and told me how tight I was.

"You love it like this, don't you?" I moaned, nodding my head crazily, too hazy with pleasure to speak. He leaned forward, pressed himself even deeper, and murmured against my left ear. "You feel so good babe…so good…"

He groaned again, dug his fingers into the fleshy skin of my hip,and drove faster into me. I licked my fingers, rubbed my clit hoping to sync my dueling orgasms.

Oh god he feels so good…

He pounded his hips against me, stilling, then rocking softly, and I felt the warm wetness inside me. We stayed there for a while, panting, sweating, with my hand still clinging to the sheets. After a few silent moments, he slid from me, slowly, and I tried my best to catch the gush of my and his orgasms spilling from me.

"Damn…" He chuckled, sitting back on his feet, and stroking his semi-erection. I smiled dazedly, rolled onto my back, and then padded to the bathroom. "I guess that was overdue."

"I think so." I laughed, returning with a glass of water and handing it to him. He thanked me, then gulped down half of it and offered me the rest, which I accepted. He lay tiredly onto his back, at which time I realized he was hard again. I grabbed at his dick, and at my touch, it became even more solid.

I cocked my head to the side, then placed kisses along his chest, licking his left nipple, and he shuddered. We didn't say much, just running fingertips over each others' shoulder, or cheek or neck. I didn't know about him, but all this was making me really horny. I definitely could go for another round, sore pussy or not.

"Can you take your hair down?" he asked, breathily as I licked my palm, and stroked him, softly. I did, releasing the long braid and removing the elastic, and my now wavy hair fell. He touched a few strands, lovingly, pushed them over my shoulder, then kissed me deeply, while helping me straddle his waist.

Later, long after he'd gone to sleep and my brain was too wired to follow him, I stayed awake, gazing at him, or out of his glass door, preoccupied with thoughts. I hoped that this was the beginning of us finding our us again. Tonight, with our friends, and here in his apartment were the makings of what made me fall for him – what made us work so well together.

I hoped that he felt the same way, and I'd be able to push away that niggling feeling, that intuition that was bugging me, and that had been bothering for the past few weeks. That thought I couldn't describe, the one that was waiting for a shoe to drop, and the one that made me wonder about everything I'd ever done, or said or expected from Jacob. The one that wondered what was going on with us, and if he still felt the same for me.

The one that wished that we were still just two kids, starving for each other, dripping wet, clinging on to each other in the midst of raw passion against the back of my front door.

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