Waking up can be really harsh, especially if your dreams are better than reality. The saddest part of it is, though, that eventually even the memory of your dream will fade - if you are even lucky enough to remember it as is. Then you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that you ever had the dream to begin with. A dream, a fictitious words, fragmenting my reality. I dreamed of a happy place, a beach. More so one straight out of a novel. There was golden sand, which was slightly warmed by the impending sun. The ocean stretch out the the horizon, where the two blues almost seemed identical. There was a single cabana on the shore, with a bed draped with crumpled white sheets. Jacob and I were alone and happy. I lay freshly fucked on the bed, while he he walked towards me, emanating his primal masculine, hormones. The beads of salt water made his body shine, but also did despicable things to his biceps, abdomen and cock. But like I said, dreams simply are what they are. Not even magic itself can blur the line in which reality teasingly meats desire.
My eyes flutter open to the dim room around me. The white sheets lay in a tangle around my legs, exposing my buttocks and breasts. The clock next to me on the bedside table read 1:45 pm. I tread over to the wardrobe, remembering that all my clothing was still in the guest room, so I end up wearing a white 'boss' shirt from Jacobs wardrobe, which fell just fellow my bottom. I left his room, and padded over to the stairs to his at home office. Sure enough, there he was, sitting in his big, brown leather chair, with his laptop open and paper messily sprawled across the desk and he had an earpiece in. His voice was stern and raised as he spoke fluently what I assume was Italian, to the person on the other line. When he noticed me standing in the doorway, he signaled for me to come forwards, and he made a space on his desk for me to sit at, but at the last minute pulled me onto his lap to straddle him. He rubbed his nose against mine, and spoke cooly, and collectively into the earpiece something else in Italian, and hung up, removing the device. "Good morning baby," he coaxed. For a brief moment I had just wanted to press his lips to mine, but it dawned on me that I was still deadly confused with everything.
Despite his groaning protest, I got off Jacobs lap, and leaned against the desk now feeling more in control. Deciding to cut straight to the chase, I say, "Ava is a big problem for me."
He took a drink from the liquid on his desk and inhaled a deep breath. "She told me she'd talked to you, and that it didn't go well."
I gave props to Ava's scheming and the clever attempt to manipulate Jacob so well. I knew she was a bitch, but her intelligence only makes her more dangerous. I'd have to be very careful with her, and Jacob was going to have to do something about her if he wanted me. Or better yet, cut her out of his life for good.
"It didn't go well is an understatement," I rolled my eyes. "But then I don't appreciate being told that you don't respect me and that all you cared about was shoving your dick in me and doing and saying whatever to get a good fuck."
"She told me that she was trying to tell you that we looked good together and was worried that when she said that you were different from everyone before you, she scared you. Like you were scared that I was going to be the person I was before. She lied to me huh?"
"Clearly. She also said that the second you get board with me, you'll toss me. And you keep her around because you're waiting to get all your bachelorhood out of your system before settling down with her."
"Did she now?" His low voice had a chilling bite to it.
My stomach knotted, knowing things could either go really right or really wrong, depending on what Gideon said next. "Don't you believe me?"
"Of course I believe you."
"She could be a problem for me," I repeated, not letting it go.
"She won't be a problem. I'll talk to her." I hated the thought of him talking to her, because it made me sick with jealousy. I figured that was an issue I should disclose up front.
Clearly my facial expression give something away, becuase he looks at me quizzically and says, "What?"
"It's nothing."
"One thing I do know about women is that when they say, nothing...it's always something. I am extremely persistent, so you may as well save your energy and just tell me."
"Well, it' just, I'm curious-"
"Spit it out Emma," he coaxes.
I mumble, "That's what he said-"
His eyebrows raise in amusement, "What are you? 12? Just tell me!"
"Well clearly Ava's still into you,"
"And," he says flatly.
"If you could have her, I'm just wondering why you would settle for someone like me?
"Well first of all, I am punching above my weight with you, not settling. Second, it's because I don't want her, I want you. There is the kind of love intoxication that shuts the soul down, and the kind that wakes it up. With Ava, I was in a soul-coffin, as shut down as a person can be and still breathe. With you, the intoxication brings every fibre of my soul to a state of aliveness I never knew was possible." He says in a hushed mellow tone. I bring my lips up to his and softly touch his.
A kiss of appreciation rather than desire. Separating only millimetre appart, I say, "Jacob..."
"Yes?" he acknowledged glancing down at my cleavage.
"I'm a very jealous person. I can be irrational with it." I lifted his gaze to meet mine. "You might want to think about that, and whether or not you want to deal with someone who has self-esteem issues like I do. It was one of my sticking points when you first propositioned me, knowing it was going to drive me nuts having women salivating all over you and not having the right to say anything about it."
"You have the right now."
"You're not taking me seriously." I shook my head and bit his earlobe.
"I've never been as serious about anything in my life. You're not the only one who can get possessive. I'm very proprietary about what's mine."
I didn't doubt that for a minute.
"What. So I belong to you now?"
"Yes." He says with finality. "Just like I belong to you."
"You still on you're period?" I nod my head, and he says, "No problem. There are so many other things I can do to you."
My brows rose. "Is that right?"
"Oh yeah."
I giggled and he leaned forwards to kiss me. I subtle lips moulded around around mine and complied to my will. His kisses were deep and ravenous. I was swept away by his passion and the beloved feel of his complete and utter surrender to my mouth. He smelled so good. His skin was so warm. "I missed you," I moaned, wrapping my arms and legs around him. "Even though you're seriously irritating sometimes."
Jacob growled. "You're the most exasperating, infuriating woman I've ever met."
"Yeah, well, you pissed me off. I'm not a possession. You can't just- "
"Yes, you are." He nipped my earlobe with his teeth, causing a sharp sting that made me cry out. "And yes, I can."
He used his knees to open the gab in between my legs, and he rocked against me, rubbing the thick ridge of his erection against my sex. His hands push into my hair to grip my scalp and hold me in place. Rolling his hips, he massaged my hypersensitive clit. The sensation alone could send me into orgasm, but I craved the skin to skin contact. His sweats provided a teasing penetration from his cock, simmering my ever increasing lust for him, and arousal spiked my blood. The clothes between us and the lack of penetration made me even more aware of the elegant fluidity of his body. The man knew how to fuck. Just by rubbing, I can feel and orgasm brewing. He cupped my breasts, restraining me. I tugged on his bottom lip, then coaxed him to forget our problems with teasing strokes of my tongue along his. I came to him like a hurricane, everything that once held me in place ripped away. I was raw, innocent and he is adventurous, unpredictable. The affection he showed was a new thing to me, though I'd seen him give it to others I'd never expected to be one of the many. I'd been aware of my desire for him since we were young, but in those precious moments, in those times he picked me up and set me back in my feet, it magnified. Yet I fear that love burns too hot, consumes me, and so I must quiet the flames, bring them to a warmth that can be sustained. Becuase I can't love something that I ultimately know is unlovable, and doesn't wished to be loved. The fuel of new romance should only be affection, caring, appreciation - never the fear of being in love. So had some point he has to cut me loose, let me grow strong, let me loose that fear. Then things will go back to normal. And they'll suck for awhile, but ultimately I'll know it was for the best.
I quickly darted my eyes which told me that it was nearly 2:00 pm and I had to go into 'work' today. Which meant so did Jacob. "Baby-" I try to say in between kisses, "we...have...to go." He just smiled against my mouth and pursued me harder, until I finally leant back slightly. "Baby. I have to into work. You're signing the final paperwork today, and if I don't show up I can't write my report, and then I don't get my credits."
"Fine," he groaned. He walked us to the guest room where all my clothes are. I eventually chose a mermaid style knee-length black skirt and a loose white long sleeve shirt, all paired together with black heels, and I laid it all out on the bed. I looked over to Jacob who sat comfortably at the head of the bed. "Ahh, I have to get changed?" I laughed.
"Don't let me stop you," he said with in inscrutable look on his face.
"No," I replied embarrassed, "get out."
"Why. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"Yeah, well...I don't care, I need to get change, and I don't want you to watch."
"I'll cover my eyes then."
"No," I laugh, "Get out."
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I climbed into the back of a cab despite Jacobs moodiness of me not riding with him. I simply reminded him the importance of separating professional and business relationships, and taking his private car together still didn't feel right. So, I ended up getting one of many plentiful cabs in Manhattan and slid into the autopilot mode of self- preservation that would get me through the hours ahead.
When I arrived, as I suspected, but stubborn boyfriend was waiting in the lobby. So when I walked through the doors I let my mouth slip into a smile, and as I walked past him I said, "I hate you."
He got up from the chair and followed me to the elevator, he bent down and whispered into my ear, "Hating me won't stop you from also loving me."
Eventually an elevator arrived at the ground floor, and all remaining people exited. Jacob instructed his team to wait for the next one, which made me lower my head in embarrassment. What could he possibly want with a private elevator. Deciding to tease him back, I said, "I want you," and I stretched out against him, aligning my bare body to his. Pressing my face into his damp throat, I sucked gently on his skin.
"You know I live for this, but walking into a business meeting with a hickey...not a good look.
His arms came around me, his hands running up and down the curve of my spine. I felt him relax against me with a deep sigh, and I just wish we could stay like this forever. But as per my strong belief in workplace professionalism, it takes every bone in my body to push away from him to the other side of the elevator, knowing there was only a few levels left until ours. But the second I created distance in between us, Jacob growled, "God damn it," and pounded into me. His hands rushing to my cheeks, pressing my lips forcibly against his. It was as if he was tasting me like a rare dessert. As the elevator dings for our stop, he takes a step back from me to his side of the elevator, looking as dangerous and composed as ever. But me, my hair was now slightly messed, my top askew, face flushed and out of breath. Like a gentleman, he holds the door open for me, and gives me a wicked smile, which I recognise from the bedroom. This had me squeeze my legs together and swallow hard at the lump in my throat. This man really could seduce me. Walking to the offices, we maintained a professional distance away from each other, and made simple small talk. At the end of the hallway, I spilt off into the cubicles and Jacob went the other direction to Mr Sommers office.
However, unlike my boyfriend, the associates widely lacked the ability to maintain professionalism around me, staring and engaging in unsubtle whispers. I guess this is what life was going to be like for a while. I was going to be known as Jacobs girlfriend instead of Emma Langa. I sat down in my cubicle and buried my head into the keyboard, but was startled by someone tapping my shoulder. When I sit up and turn around, I find that it's Felix, and instantly my mood improves. It was hard to explain, but Felix just had a certain aura about him. One that was good, pure and mischievous like a little boy. "Hey Em," he said brightly.
"Felix! Hi, how are you?"
"I'm good, but how about you. You're the one who was in a car accident lately." Although I could tell he knew about Jacob and I, I'm relieved he didn't bring it up, almost as if he was ignoring the fact.
"Sommers just sent me down to let you know that their going to be another half-hour until we can start finalising paperworks."
"Awesome! I'm starving for some lunch. Do you want to come?"
"I could eat?" he shrugs. To be frank, I wasn't that hungry, I just wanted to leave the office as fast as possible.
On our way there I receive a text from Jacob which said, "Where are you going?" How did he know I was going anywhere. It took me a solid 5 minutes to figure out that being the owner of the building meant he had access to the security cameras, or Peter, who I did see out the front, told him. Either way, when we got back to his place, we were going to have a conversation about boundaries. I pictured him, people advising him on the best financial strategies for his business, yet he'd rather spend his time watching little ol' me on security cameras. In my vision he was sexy as fuck. I wanted to jump him, he looked so hot. Plus, I'll admit it totally turned me on when he went all alpha male on me. My delicious thoughts were interrupted by someone saying my name, "Emma, Emma?"
"Sorry. What was that?" I asked Felix, feeling bad for ignoring his company.
"We're here!" he say excitedly. Felix directs me to a small coffee and sandwich show on a quiet corner street. We ended up each purchasing salad sandwiches, his with beef, mine simply vegetarian, and ice coffee. After he admitted to never having one before, I decided to introduce hi to the delight of the delectable invention of the ice coffee. I may be reading into it, bu there was a moment when I was raving about the coffee, that he looked at me in a certain way. One too friendly. It was the same 'in love' look Jacob flashed me when I babbled on about movies, tv shows and books. After, finishing our lunch, and me finally welcoming Felix to the club of 'ice-coffee addicts', we walked back to the offices in the sweltering heat. By the time we arrived back at the offices, we were extremely late, and so we were running to the meeting like two children. It was hard to contain my laughter when I made it to the top level, becuase I hadn't had so much fun since I was in high school. After fixing our appearances we walked into the room which had everyone already seated. No one had yet started the meeting, but were all sitting down and chatting amongst themselves. I kept my head down and sat at the furthest end from Jacob, and Felix sat on my left. "Alright, now that we're all here, let's start signing." There was no tone of annoyance or disapproval, but Mr Sommers was to professional to ever act such way. However, his tone was also inscrutable, which meant that I wasn't sure what would happen after the meeting. Eventually I look up from the spot on the table I ad burned my gaze into, and realised that despite the many pieces of paperwork flying around the table, and Jacobs advisors talking to him, his eyes bore deep into mine, and made my face burn like wildfire.
Throughout the rest of the meeting, I remained dead silent. I didn't look at Mr Sommers, fearful of how he would look back. I didn't look at Jacob, becuase he was looking at me strangely. And I didn't look at Felix, becuase for some reason, I kept laughing every time I looked over to him. So Instead, I look at the papers, which lay in a organised mess on the table. After the meeting had concluded, Mr Sommers plastered a satisfied grin on his face, and shook everyone's hands. "Thank you Mr Reynolds," he scripted, "I look forwards to working for you."
"Glad to have you on board Grayson," he responds politely.
Mr Sommers left the room first, then a few of Jacobs council, until there were only Felix, Jacob, some other people and myself exiting the room. When Jacob walks up next to me, I eye the chilled bottle of water he had and I grabbed it, and sculled it down. "Yeah, sure babe. Are you thirsty?" he responds sarcastically. I continue drinking the water, but nod my head in response to the rhetorical question, which makes him laugh and place his hand on my lower back.
I take a deep breath and say, "Why were you looking at me weird in the meeting?"
"Why were you flirting with another guy?" he says seriously.
"I wasn't," I laugh at his jealousy.
"Yes you were. At the restaurant."
I just remembered his 'stalking' on the security cameras. But how did he know I went to the restaurant? My mood changes considerably, and growl, "How did you know I went to a restaurant?" We continued to walk out of the conference room, me glaring at him, and him staring straight ahead being well aware of my distaste towards his actions. "You're an ass," I mumble and try to get ahead of him, only for my attempt to me stop my his hand pulling me back by my shoulder. I don't resist, but I did shrug out of his hold.
Without slowing his rout to the elevator Jacob grumbled in a deep voice, "Do you realise that just two days ago, you became publicly known as my girlfriend. I have enemy's Emma! Don't you understand? I can't survive without you, the stomach wrenching thought of ever losing you...I...I can't even imagine it without feeling physically sick. I was keeping you safe. Peter shadowed you on your way to lunch as per my request. You have no idea how to deal with the bloodsucking paparazzi. God knows I'm still learning." We reach the elevator, and begin our slow descent down. Jacob had to pause his climactic speech as there were three others in the space. When the doors open he continues to speak, "Do you see where I'm coming from?"
I roll my eyes and this time walk ahead of him to exit the building, and get some clearly much needed space. However upon exit, two members from Jacobs 4 man security team, stops me. On one of the busiest sidewalks in New York!? I turn around and snarl at Jacob, "Let me go!"
"Please stop trying to find opportunities to leave me," he begs, his voice laced with agony.
"Then stop giving me reasons!" I respond matching his tone.
"Let's talk-"
I shake my head wilfully and say, "No. No more talking. Then second you talk the second I forgive you, and then I lose respect for myself and then you'll lose respect for me."
I now realise that we have multiple onlookers. Staring had become something of an art form in Manhattan. Or a competition, as if the first to avert their eyes is the loser, and that means subservient, weaker. Sexual confusion twisted in my gut, and while I knew he cared for me, I was starting to realise that his obsession with my safety almost matches the intensity of my feeling for him. "Emma! Can you just fucking trust me for once."
"I'm scared!" My voice cracks as the tears begin to flow. "I'm scared that I'm falling for someone, who doesn't feel the same way."
"For fucks sake, of course I feel the same way. When I look at you, think about you, I get weak in the knees. Which is 24/7. Don't you understand? I'm never not thinking about you."
I was so scared, mad and confused that I was panting. This is all to fast. I turned my head away, dismissing his unsubstantiated comments. I fought back the need to sob with herculean effort, and what did I get for it? A confusing Jacob. I turned away from him and began to run down the street, "Emma! Stop," he yelled after me. I flipped him the bird over my shoulder and continued to swiftly walk away from him. Unfortunately, Jacob court up to me me effortlessly and caught me by the waist. "Stop trying to leave me," he hissed in my ear.
"You're flippancy is wearing on my patience."
"And you're obstinacy is wearing on mine."
"You're acting like a psycho!" I yell at him.
"Because you drive me fucking crazy!" His arms tightened into steel bands around me, securing me in place.
"You're mine. Tell me that Felix knows that."
"Right. Like Ava knows you're mine." I felt confident with that comeback and eager for his response. "You're causing a scene," I mumble through clenched teeth and observe the intrusive eyes and cameras that directed our way.
"We could have done this in the car but you ran."
"I have work, asshat, and right now you're kinda fucking that all up for me." His grip loosened on my hips, and instead he moved his hands to my shoulders.
"Jesus." He crushed me against me, his lips in my hair. "Don't cry. I'm sorry."
I beat my fists against his chest, which was about as effectual as hitting a brick wall. "What's wrong with you? You're friends with an ex-girlfriend who was a total bitch to me, and I can't go out to lunch with a colleague, who is completely supportive?"
"Mi amour..." his lips move ardently over my face. "You don't understand yet, that now that I have you, the thought of losing you makes me physically sick. Seeing you with other men, being close to other men, and being as stunningly attractive as you radiates sexual enticement. You're mine. I need you to know that. To let me claim you, just as I'm yours to claim."
My arms slid around his waist beneath his jacket. "We need to talk. A serious talk, about things holding us back. It's either that or end it. Either would be better for you."
Jacob cupped my face and pressed his forehead into mine. "Losing you isn't an option. Whatever is bothering you we'll figure it out."I pushed up onto my toes and pressed my mouth into his. Our tongues stroked and dipped wildly passionate. I was vaguely aware of the multitude of people milling around us, the buzz of nosey conversations, and the steady rubble of ceaseless midtown traffic, but none of it mattered while I was sheltered by Jacob. He kissed me deeply, licking into my mouth in that way of his.
Driving back to Jacob's penthouse, I realised how at night the city begins to take on a whole new life and energy from what it had during the day. Steaming food carts dotted the sidewalk, along with a vendor selling origami animals. I shift my gaze from the exterior of the car to Jacob and realise that he's dazing over my way. I unbuckle my seatbelt and mount his lap, which he openly welcomes and holds my buttocks firmly in place. I nuzzle my nose into the side of his neck and breath in his natural, intoxicating scent. My eyes become slightly heavy and my body relaxes into a meditative state. "Baby, we're nearly home."
I make a small groan of protest then proceed to whisper, "I'm tired."
"But don't you want some dinner baby?"
"I'm not hungry."
The car rumbles to a stop, and Peter turns Jacob and says, "Sir, we have an issue." I lift my head off of Jacobs shoulder and turn to face Peter. His crew cut hair style, and ex-military demeanour was striking and slightly threatening. But the heart which I knew he had, softened my perception of him. I look outside the tinted windows and find that we aren't back at the penthouse, but parked on the side of a quiet street. "The penthouse is swarming with paparazzi."
"Fuck." Jacob mutters, and I climb of his lap, because I know not to smother him when he's pissed off. However, he doesn't let me get far, as he places his hand on my upper-thy in a protective hold. "Tell the front desk to prepare the side entrance."
"Sir, unfortunately, that has an equal amount of paparazzi."
"I don't care. Just, take us home please."
I lean over to Jacob and say, "It's ok babe. They'll leave eventually."
"The fuck they will!" he instantly regrets snapping at me, but I recoil to the side of the car and turn my back to him. "Emma," he groans, "I'm sorry."
"Sure you are," I mutter and then completely shut him out. The rest of the ride was in silence, and you could cut the tension with a knife. When we arrived at the side door, I could immediately hear the muffled shouts of persistent paparazzi, along with the lighting flashes which disturbed the calmness of the night.
Jacob looked over to me, but I quickly diverted my gaze elsewhere, refusing to look at him. He opened the door and immediately we were bombarded with a storm of bright white flashes. He used his arms to allow me out of the car, while I kept my head down, and my hand over my face. He stood slightly in front of me to my left and made a path for us to get through. After what felt like an eternity, we made it to the lobby. We both walked in silence to the elevator, me with my arms crossed, still looking at the ground, and him walking with angry purpose to the elevator. It immediately opened, and the second it closed, Jacob let out a growl sound and rammed his body into mine. His lips aggressively possessed mine, and his tongue thrusted into my mouth. He was licking, sucking and biting, all in that delectable way of his. For a moment, I didn't kiss back, standing my ground, but that only increased his lust. With an animalistic growl, Jacob cupped my ass and yanked me up hard against him, my feet leaving the floor. He bruised my lips with the ferocity of his passion, his tongue filling my mouth with hard, deep plunges that warned me of the violent shades of his lust.
With a groan, Jacob pressed me into the mirror, his hard thigh thrust between my legs. "Emma."
Shameless and eager, I rode him, gasping at the feel of denim against my tender sex. "Jacob."
When the elevator opened, he didn't stop his gentle assault on my body even for a moment, choosing not to spend and extra minute waiting, he carried me oven to the kitchen island counter. He shimmied off all items of my clothing until I was bare, and at his mercy. He was still fully dressed, and it was driving me insane. I began to yank at the three piece suit that was perfectly tailored and wrinkle free. "Not yet mi amour." I groaned in anguish, and my desire bubbled into an insatiable pit inside me. He gripped my bare buttocks, spurring me on. His teeth caught the shell of my ear, my silver earrings brushing my neck. He was breathing hard, low rumbles vibrating in his chest. He smelled so good and my body responded, trained to associate his scent with the wildest, hottest of pleasures.
Jacob watched me with a hooded gaze, seducing me with his need and his uninhibited moves. I was lost in him, wrapped around him, clawing to get closer. He kneaded my breasts with hunger and with complete lack of inhibition. His fingers stroked, then tugged the hardened point of my nipple. As I moaned, my head fell back against his shoulder, leaving a light layer of makeup. I just needed his hands on me, his body against mine, his breath on my skin. "You want me," he said harshly, "right here."
I quivered at the thought. "Yes."
"You want them to see me fuck my cock into you until you're dripping in cum. You want me to prove that you're my everything." His teeth sank into the top of my shoulder. "Make you feel it." I nodded, but it wasn't enough for him. He needed to hear me say it, and he was on a mission. "Tell me what you want mi amour."
"I want to prove that you're mine," I shot back, shoving my hands into the pockets of his slacks to feel his hard ass flex. "I want everyone to know it." Jacob hitched one arm against my rear and pushed me forwards, his fingers sliding into my cleft and rolling my nipple. I was snared. His big body covered mine, his arms around me, torso to hips, his teeth in my shoulder holding me in place. He owned me. Arching my back, I reached between my legs, my hand circling the bulge in his pants. He unbuckled his belt and slid them off in one, powerful movement. While I began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. He just ripped it open, tiny white buttons flew across the room, landing softly on the floors, rolling in different directions.
I paused, turning my head to press my cheek to his. I loved that I could have this with him ... be this way with him. Circling my hips, I stroked my clit with the wide crest of his cock, making him slick with my arousal. My head pillowed on his shoulder, while he wrapped my throat with his hand, gripped my hip, and thrust so hard into me that my feet hyper-flexed. He held me there, suspended in his arms, filled with his cock, his groan cascading over my senses. I writhed, unable to bear the decadent pressure. My hand between my legs reached lower, cradled his sac. He was tight and full, so ready. And inside me ... "Oh God."
"I was made to fuck you," he whispered, sending shivers of delight through me.
"Do it." I set both hands on the counter beneath me. "Do it now."
Jacob lowered me to my feet, his hands steadying me as I bent at the waist, opening myself to him so he could slide deep. A low, keening cry escaped as he seized my hips and angled me, knowing just how to position me to make me fit him. He was too big for me, too long and thick. The stretching was intense. Delicious.
My core trembled, clenching desperately around him. He made a rough sound of pleasure, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. Again, then again. The wide crest of his cock massaging the bundle of nerves deep inside me that only he'd ever reached.
Fingers clawing restlessly, leaving steamy trails on the glass, I moaned. I was achingly aware of the distant throb of the music and the mass of people I saw as clearly as if they were in the room with us.
"That's it, baby," he said urgently. "Let me hear how much you like it."
"Jacob!" My legs shook violently on a particularly skilful stroke, my weight supported only by the glass and his secure hold.
I was unbearably excited, greedy, feeling both the submission of my pose and the dominance of being serviced. I could do nothing but take what Jacob gave me, the rhythmic slide and retreat, the sounds of his hunger. The scrape of his jeans against my thighs told me he'd pushed them down only far enough to free his cock, a sign of impatience that thrilled me. One of his hands left my hip, then returned to rest atop my ass. I felt the pad of his thumb, wet from his mouth, rubbing over the tight pucker of my rear. Everything was still so new to me. Sex, and intimate relationships. But I trusted Jacob, completely, fully with my safety and my limits. He growled as he claimed that dark place. He came over me, his other hand moving to finger my sex, to spread me and rub my pulsing clit. "Good job baby," he said gruffly. "You're doing so good."
It was too much. I came with a scream, shaking violently, my hands squeaking on the glass as my sweaty palms slipped. He began pounding the ecstasy into me, his thumb in my rear an irresistible torment, his clever fingers on my clit driving me insane. One orgasm rolled into another, my sex rippling along his plunging cock. He made a rough sound of desire and swelled inside me, chasing his climax. I gasped, "Don't come! Not yet." I took deep shuddering breaths. "I want to watch you." I moaned as my core tightened again. "Want to see your face."
"You want to watch me lose it," he said hoarsely.
"Yes." I cupped and exposed my breasts, lifting and squeezing them, toying with my nipples. The counter was slippery with both sweat and come; Jacob was vibrating against my front, his body barely reined. I pressed my lips to his, absorbing his panting breaths. "Come with me," I whispered. Holding me effortlessly, he withdrew, dragging the thick, heavy crown across the hypersensitive tissues inside me. Then he powered into me, taking me to my limits. "Ah, God." I writhed in his grip. "You're so deep."
"Emma," he seethed.
He fucked me hard, thrusting like a man possessed. I held on, trembling, spread wide for the relentless drives of his rigid penis. He was lost to instinct, the insistent desire to mate. Raw moans spilled from him, making me so hot and slick that my body offered no resistance, welcoming his desperate need. It was rough and messy and sexy as hell. His neck arched and he gasped my name. "Come for me," I demanded, tightening around him, squeezing. His whole body jerked hard, then shuddered. His mouth twisted in a grimace of agonised bliss, his eyes losing their focus as the climax built. Jacob came with an animalistic roar, spurting so hard I felt it. Over and over, heating me from the inside in thick waves. My lips were all over him, my arms and legs holding tight. He collapsed against me, his lungs heaving for breath. Still coming.