Jacob and Bella hadn't seen each other for several days, due to various extremely frustrating circumstances. But finally he was here. Bella smiled at him across the table, eliciting a very sexy and knowing grin from him, causing her to blush deeply and narrow her eyes at him. Their fathers might be fairly on board with their relationship, but Charlie still had a gun, and was sitting right there at the table, alongside Billy, both of them involved in the typical football talk that always accompanied their meals together. Bella had thought it would be fun, having the two of them round for dinner, but was actually finding it excruciating. All she wanted to do was take Jake upstairs and let him do unmentionable things to her, but instead she had to sit at the table opposite him and make polite conversation about school and his latest garage project. Excruciating.
Once dinner was over Bella volunteered herself and Jake to do the clearing up in the kitchen. Charlie had very quickly taken for granted having a daughter who would both cook and do the washing up rather than have to pretend to like the dubious meals he had produced at the beginning of their living together. He and Billy settled themselves in front of the TV, beers in hands, as they had on countless previous occasions. The teenagers escaped thankfully to the kitchen, happy to clean up as long as they could have a bit of privacy at the same time. For a while they worked companionably together, chatting quietly about more interesting but less parent-friendly topics, each acutely aware of every movement the other made, but keeping their distance for the moment. Then Bella put a dish of leftovers in the fridge, shut the door and turned to find Jacob standing right in front of her, trapping her against it. "Well, hello there," he said softly, raising his eyebrows seductively at her. Bella could feel her heart start to race immediately as he brought a hand up to softly stroke her cheek, twisting a few loose strands of her hair around his fingers and pulling gently. She stared at him, mesmerised by the dark brown eyes that gazed back at her, intense and mischievous at the same time. Jacob leaned his face closer to hers and she closed her eyes, feeling the tip of his nose as it trailed along the outline of her jaw, while his fingers continued to twist around her hair. She desperately wanted to kiss him but when she turned her face to try to capture his lips he shook his head slightly, making a noise of mock disapproval. He continued his journey around the edge of her face, nuzzling her with his nose and then following with tiny kisses and breaths, causing her own breath to hitch in her throat. Her attempts to lift her hands to touch him were also met with a stern look and he grabbed both her hands and held them behind her with one of his own, pressing her back against the fridge as he did so. With his other hand he slowly lifted the hem of her top and stroked the bare skin at her waist. His hand moved unhurriedly upwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps up her stomach in his wake, and Bella couldn't help smiling to herself in anticipation, knowing the exact moment when he realised she wasn't wearing a bra, both of them letting out very sexy noises of pleasure at the same time as he touched the edge of her breast. Jake lost a lot of his self control at that moment and pushed her hard against the refrigerator, pressing his entire hand against her left breast and caressing it fairly roughly with his thumb. Both were breathing heavily and Bella shuddered in ecstasy at the feelings coursing through her. His body was pressed hard against her and she could feel all of him, delighting in the effect she obviously also had on him. He ground against her, letting go of her hands and her bosom to grab her butt with both hands and push her even closer to his hard hard body. Bella felt like she was going to pass out as he pressed their cores together, moving up and down slightly against her to increase the friction. "Jake," she whispered, glancing at the kitchen door where any number of fathers could appear at any moment. "This is seriously dangerous." He followed the direction of her look and nodded in agreement. Without letting go of her he picked her up and pulled her legs around him so she was straddling him, his hands still firmly on her backside. Moving as though she weighed nothing at all, he backed her towards the pantry cupboard which stored mainly tins of food but which was big enough for two or three people to stand comfortably in if none of them suffered from claustrophobia, and had a narrow bit of wall that was perfect for leaning against while you kiss your girlfriend senseless. It had the added bonus that you could stand in front of this convenient wall with a convenient foot pressed against the closed door, considerably lessening the risk of interruption. This wasn't the first time he'd used it; it was definitely the first time he felt such a desperation to touch her and taste her that he was almost past caring what risks he took.
"Shit, Bella, you are so hot," he murmured into her ear as he leaned her against their new support. Bella, amidst her panting, managed to get out an "uhhuh" as the small part of her brain that was still functioning wondered what exactly it was about Jacob swearing at times like this that turned her on so much. Or maybe it was the fact that he was currently kissing her like he was never going to see her again, intense and insistent, his tongue stroking hers as though he couldn't get enough of her. Or the hand that had found its way back to her breast and was doing surprisingly charming things to it. Bella could feel moisture pooling in embarrassing amounts between her legs as they frantically made up for all the time they had wasted not doing this. Jacob's teeshirt came off and hers quickly followed and after a moment of hungry looks roving over each other's bodies they pressed them together and moved against each other, revelling in the feel of skin on skin. Hot, hot skin. Bella could feel firm, chiselled muscles under her hands as they roamed over his back, his shoulders and then his incredible abs, her fingers drifting across them and lower until she found the edge of his jeans and self-consciously moved upwards again.
Jake's mouth found one of her nipples and a mixture of tongue and teeth almost made her cry out loud. She bit down on his shoulder to stop herself from getting too loud. She assumed they'd be able to hear if anyone opened the door between the kitchen and living room, despite the sound of her elevated pulse which sounded loudly in her ears, but the thought of Charlie standing horror-stricken in the middle of the kitchen listening to the sounds of his only daughter being noisily ravished by a teenage boy wasn't a big part of her fantasies. Unfortunately (well, Charlie would have certainly thought it was unfortunate, Bella and Jacob, not so much) Jacob was pushed even further over the edge by the feel of her gently biting into him, and his own groans and whimpers got louder still. "Shhh!" she admonished mischievously and he stood straight for a moment to gaze into her eyes. She was slightly scared by what she saw in them - need, desire, love and the inevitable humour that was ever present. He responded by making a loud "I'm having an orgasm" noise whilst grinning at the immediate panic that flooded Bella's face. "Relax, Bells, I'll be able to hear if anyone gets up from the sofa," he assured her. To appease her he nibbled lightly on her right earlobe, licking and breathing gently until the small space was once again filled with the unmistakable sounds of two people in the throes of a passionate embrace.
The levels of need and excitement rose steadily as they continued to tease each other with hands and tongues, constantly crossing new boundaries in their mutual longing for one another. Bella just had time to congratulate herself on her choice of skirt rather than jeans as his large warm hands wandered under it and up over her upper legs and thighs. They'd been here before but this time he was pulling down her panties a few inches, pausing to check it was acceptable, and then grabbing her butt roughly, allowing gravity to do the rest of the work in removing her underwear. The thought (and indeed the reality) of Bella naked apart from her short skirt was no end of arousing for the both of them. Jake knelt down on the floor and then his head disappeared suddenly under the skirt. A short while later she felt his tongue gently pressing against her most sensitive part, licking her, pushing all the way inside her as she writhed against him, struggling to stay upright as her legs weakened under his delicious onslaught. For someone who claimed to have very little experience in these matters, Jacob was hella skilled with his tongue. It took her a very short amount of time to feel that sweet warmth start to spread across her skin, like a wave of heat that set all her hairs on end and nerves tingling with delight. Her murmured whisperings turned into a louder and incoherent pleading for him to never ever stop what he was doing and she trembled uncontrollably as she finally became too sensitive to cope anymore, overwhelmed by the feelings she was experiencing. Jacob gave her a moment to recover and then reappeared, grinning as he attempted to hold her up against the wall. He thought she was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen, face and chest flushed, eyes wild with lust, hair a total mess. "Bella," he whispered, kissing her gently on the lips, "we'd better stop here or I'm gonna really struggle to stop later on." Bella made a noise of extreme disapproval and responded by moving her hand down to the waistband of his jeans and slipping it under, until she was touching his long, hard length for the first time. They both gasped at the contact and Bella felt a surge of power at the effect she was having on this gorgeous boy. "I want you. All of you."
She saw the shock in his eyes as she said the words. "Are you sure? Really sure? Here?" She nodded and emphasised her request by undoing the top button on his jeans and pushing them and his boxer shorts down. He still hesitated. "Um, Bella, I need to get a… um.. condom" he muttered, looking slightly embarrassed to be talking of such things. Bella shook her head. "It's fine. I'm on the pill" she whispered. He was palpably relieved, his supply of protection lying inconveniently in his bag which was leaning against the very sofa that two fathers were inhabiting. He leaned towards her, pushing her skirt up again and pressing his cock against her. He kissed her again on her lips, and then down to her neck, sucking and nibbling in a way guaranteed to leave a mark. She was so wet that he slipped against her easily, reaching her opening and pushing gently, holding her as though she was the most precious thing he had ever encountered. Bella inhaled sharply as he entered her, expecting some pain but feeling nothing but a new and intriguing sensation of being stretched inside, along with the pleasure that carried on washing over her. Once he was all the way inside her Jacob started thrusting against her, continuing to kiss her and run his hands all over her upper body, wanting to somehow feel all of her at the same time. It wasn't just lust. He loved this girl so much he could hardly contain all the feelings he had for her. He watched her as he pushed inside her again and again, in awe of the muffled cries of enjoyment that were escaping from her lips and the look of desire in her eyes. Then, with one final thrust he was overwhelmed with his orgasm, so overwhelmed he almost missed the unmistakable sounds of a door creaking open and Charlie walking into the kitchen. Bella and Jacob both froze in position and gazed in horror at each other. Engrossed as he was with the body of the beautiful girl in front of him Jake had forgotten the need to keep his foot blocking the door, and now there was no way of moving it back without revealing their presence. There was a period of about five seconds, which felt like five years to the couple in the cupboard, during which there was absolute silence and both minds raced through the likely scenarios if Charlie opened the thin door that separated them, all possibilities ending in Charlie killing Jacob and Bella envying his easy way out. They listened in excruciating suspense to the sound of Bella's father opening the refrigerator door, grabbing something from it and then it slamming shut and him leaving the room. Relieve flooded through them as Jacob pressed his forehead against Bella's, both daring to breathe again and giving themselves permission now to enjoy the aftermath of the very pleasant experience they had just shared. "You know," commented Bella, the surprise evident in her face, "it might be the sex talking, but I think I might love you." Jacob shrugged and gave her his trademark grin. "I'll take it" he said.