Disclaimer: Twilight ain't mine folks.
Warning: Serious limade below.
Author's Note:
So, I'm updating midweek because I was inspired. I was grumpy yesterday morning while taking the subway to work, and I had just sat down when I looked up and saw him. Dark skin, sharp cheekbones, and black eyes. He looked just like how I imagine Jacob to look. Then, he noticed me gawking at him. I don't make a point of checking out boys—I have a boyfriend and he's hot, but of course I just couldn't looking at dark eyed subway dude. He gave me this intent look back as he got off the train, and I spent the next several minutes slapping my own hand forf returning it. So needless to say, thank hot subway dude for this bit of inspiration.
Oh, and recommended story this time round is Past and Present by GiveUsAKiss413. It made it onto my Favs page.
Final note, I recommend listening to Dreaming of You by the Coral while reading along (use YouTube). I think it fits the mood all the way through...
Chapter 28: Trees and Cabins
"Apparently she really doesn't like orchids."
I was marching into the woods, and by the sound of the footsteps behind me, I knew that Jake was following.
I had been tearing through the underbrush for who knows how long, when I just exploded.
I marched up to a rather large pine, and I punched it.
My fist punched through, causing splinters of wood to fan out across the forest floor and a spray of sawdust to coat the rocks behind the tree. My fist came out on the other side. I gave the trunk another knock, and the pine crashed onto the forest floor. The tree had to have been at least fifty feet tall.
I released a deep breath.
Destroying things was outlandishly satisfying.
I felt Jake's presence behind me. His hands carefully gripped my hips and pulled me back against him.
I let myself be hugged, but I didn't really turn to face Jacob. I was calculating the pressure point on a nearby maple to see if I could snap it cleanly in two with a single stroke.
"Ness," Jake whispered, trying to get my attention.
I ignored him.
I executed a side kick on the maple. It snapped neatly in two.
It appeared that my calculations were correct. Dad would be so proud.
Unfortunately, my hair was becoming something of a nest. Twigs, leaves, and dust coated my curly bronze strands. I sat down and began combing through the tangled mess.
I felt Jacob's hands push into my hair from behind. His fingers massaged my scalp and tenderly separated the curls.
Very, very nice. The boy had gifted fingers. My head fell back, and I took in a long, slow breath. The muscles in my body started to relax.
My brain suddenly recalled that I did not want to relax. I was still angry. I pushed off the ground and sprang away from the too-talented fingers.
I began picking up rocks, smashing them in my palm until they crumbled and sifted away like sand.
"Ness," Jacob called.
If you didn't happen to notice, I'm ignoring you.
"Ness!" Jacob snapped. He grabbed my jaw and roughly jerked my face in his direction.
I yanked my face away and snapped a bite at his hand.
Instead of jerking his hand away from the bite, Jake pushed his hand toward my teeth, so that I ended biting much harder than I ever intended. I withdrew my teeth immediately, horrified at myself.
Overcoming my shock, I started to murmur an apology, but then Jacob bit my lower lip.
So I licked his upper lip.
He bit my tongue.
I got it back. I licked his teeth.
He rubbed his thumb over my breast.
I whined and pressed my hips into his.
He groaned huskily. He picked me up. He pressed me into a tree.
I wrapped my legs around his torso and kissed him more enthusiastically.
At some point, I realized that Jake was speaking.
"Out in the open—bad—bad idea," he gasped in between my attacks on his mouth.
Well, we can't go back to the house.
He kissed up my neck. He nibbled on my ear. "There has to be somewhere…"
Got it. Ranger's cabin. Two k northeast.
We ran.
The door to the little grey building was unlocked. My hand reached the door knob first, and I flung the door open to reveal a small cot, a radio, and a chest of drawers. Before I could take a step inside, Jake had lifted me again and dropped me on top of the chest. He kicked the door shut behind him.
He tried to pull me towards him, but I pushed him away.
I was looking at him. He looked hot as hell. "Alice dressed you."
"She burnt all of my clothes."
He was staring unhappily at my hand pushing against his chest, while his hands were squeezing my thighs. If I was a normal human, that would have hurt—but it didn't.
"I like it," I said looking at his coat, and I did. I liked it very much.
One word: buttons.
Lots and lots of shiny silver buttons. I started at the top. There was a long neck strap that was snapped across the front—I yanked it. Jake's breath hitched.
I kneeled on the chest and started working my way down the coat. Pop.
Pop.
Pop. I kept up a steady rhythm.
"Fucking, hell, Ness, just finish already," Jake growled.
Jake cursed. I knew that he cursed, but he never did it around me. I gave myself a mental pat on the back—Jake was not in control.
"Never hurry a lady," I cooed, delightedly popping another button.
Now he was cursing under his breath. Apparently, he was frustrated. His hand chopped downward along the seam, popping open the rest of the buttons. He chucked his coat off onto the cot, and he clamped his mouth onto mine.
He pushed me down onto my back. He jerked my hips forward so that they were flush with the front of the chest. My head dangled off the back.
My shirt was riding up slightly. Jake's teeth caught the bottom hem of my shirt and wrenched it upward.
He gave a quick peck to my belly button and smiled at me.
I laughed.
He swirled his tongue in a circle around it before slowly trailing a path downward.
I moaned.
Then his mouth made a sudden u-turn and started heading back up again.
I pouted, a bit miffed.
And then, he pushed up on the sides of my shirt. I lifted my arms and let him pull the fabric the rest of the way off. I looked down, trying to remember what bra I had thrown on this morning, hoping that it was pretty.
Oh, yeah. That's right. I wasn't wearing one.
I tended to forget such proprieties when I got grumpy in the morning.
Jakes croaked, moving his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't. His eyes were flicking wildly between my tits and my gaze. When he looked into my eyes, he seemed to ask why the hell aren't you wearing a bra? When he looked at my boobs, he looked like was asking to be good friends.
Like he really needed to ask. I grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him toward me.
I yanked a bit forcefully, and the angle was a little off. Jake lost his balance a bit, and he fell forward, so that his face landed between the twin sisters.
Huh. He looked happy there.
I waited. He was just lying there, sort of nuzzling them and mumbling little compliments, like he was lost in Jake Happy Land or something. As much as I appreciated the fact that he enjoyed looking at my body, now was not the time. I hopped up onto my elbows, pushed him back, and hopped down.
Jake looked liked he'd been slapped silly.
I was wearing black pants. I took them off.
Apparently, I'd also forgotten to wear underwear.
I was naked.
Things happened very quickly then. Jacob grabbed me, his hands wildly moving up and down my body. He pushed me back against the wall, lifting me up and sucking along my jaw, while I could feel him the long length of him in his jeans, grinding into me. If he kept that up, I'd bet he'd would be able to feel my wetness soon, even through his jeans.
"Ness, what do you want?" He breathed, while lapping at and pulling on my nipple.
I whimpered. I was no longer in control of things.
Touch me.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" He picked me up again and set me back on top of the wooden chest.
I showed him an image of his hand, moving toward the spot between my legs.
"Oh," he breathed. His hand started to move slowly up my leg, but then he stopped.
"Ness, what if I don't want to touch you?"
I blinked. I hoped he realized that was not an option at this point.
"Ness, what if what I want to taste you?" he slowly drew his tongue around the outline of my bottom lip.
I whimpered. We could both smell how wet I was. The cabin was probably six square meters, and the air was saturated with the fragrance of sweat, pheromones, and eau de Nessie.
I nodded at him through heavily lidded eyes.
I was trembling and clutching his hair, and his mouth was meandering down my body. Jake kissed entire circles around my breasts, before taking a hard nipple into his mouth. That caused me to writhe against him, but he pulled away from me.
He pushed me flat against the top of the wooden chest, so that he could outline the muscles in my abdomen, before moving even further downward.
He sucked on the inner sides of my thighs. He bit me there.
My legs clenched together.
"Ness, spread your legs."
That made them clench together even harder. I wanted him to say it again.
But Jake spread them for me and dove in.
I yipped. He didn't stop.
My hips bucked. I grabbed his hair.
I felt his tongue moving up and down. My body jerked forward on its own accord. His hands grabbed my ass. I could hear him swallowing as well as licking. I growled his name.
We both moaned in pleasure.
I frantically gripped the edge of the chest. Some of the wooden panel splintered.
The heat was building. My breathing was escalating.
Then, Jake spoke.
"Ness, when this is done, we are going to talk."
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I jerked upwards into a sitting position. I was pissed. I was glaring at him, but he wasn't looking at me, his face was still buried between my legs.
His licked the central spot.
My body shook, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
He kept licking and sucking.
"Say yes, Ness." When he spoke the words, his lips rhythmically pressed them into my core.
Ungh.
I hate him.
Scratch that.
I love him.
And he's a manipulative, conniving bastard. Fuck me.
"Yes, Jake."
I swear to God I felt him smile against me.
His mouth attacked me again, and I grabbed his hair, and his tongue was rhythmically moving in and out of me, and I was gasping his name. Spasms ran up and down my body. I edged my hips closer to him. Jake could feel how close I was, so he latched on to the nub and sucked. Jacob sucked long and hard and the pressure seemed to punch me in the stomach before it shot upwards into my brain.
I came, singing out a long line of curses.
I realized I was sitting up again, and Jake scooped me into his arms and laid us both down on the cot, covering us both with his coat. I felt warm and happy and loved and little shooting stars seemed to be dancing across my vision.
After a period, Jake whispered, "Ness…"
Yes…f
"I hope you enjoyed that."
Fishing for praise are we?
"I like licking you."
Good, because I'll be expecting an encore.
He gave a husky laugh. "Ness," he whispered again.
Yes…
"Will you tell me, now?"
I growled at him. He was ruining the moment.
"You said you would."
You may recall that the promise was made under coercion.
"You liked the coercion."
I pouted.
He sat up and pulled me towards him. "I love you, Ness, but you've been shutting me out. How can I love you fully, if you won't let me in?"
I closed my eyes. I held out my hand.
He grabbed it.
In my own way, I told him the whole story.
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