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Chapter Four

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When we reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the bathroom Jacob set me down in the shower. There wasn't much space in the tiny room after he was in it, and I was already naked.

As he unbuttoned and slid off his jeans, I turned the water back on and was careful this time to make sure there was enough cold to keep it from burning his skin. Not something I had to worry about myself.

"Move over," he murmured, stepping into the shower with me now he was completely undressed.

I stepped back against the wall so he could get inside the nine square feet of space. "How do you think this is ever going to work?" I asked, basically speaking to his ribs.

He shrugged. "Well that all depends on what we're going to do."

"You started this," I reminded him as I stepped forward and grasped his cock in my hands. "And now it's my responsibility?"

He smiled at me, amused, and looked down to my hands as I gently tugged him to life. "Sorry. I'm not very imaginative." His lips pursed in mock regret.

"Sure." I rolled my eyes before looking back down to my hand and tightening my grip just a little until I heard him moan and the pulse quickened under my hands as he grew harder by the second. "I bet that's what you say to all the girls."

Jake's chest bounced, flicking water off it that was steadily running down from the shower head just above his shoulder. "Something like that," he agreed and then reached across to massage my left breast at a similar rhythm to that of my own hands on him.

I smiled to myself where he couldn't see and started a slow, twisting stroke along the entirety of his impressive length, swiping my thumb across the head every few times.

As steam started to rise off the floor, a different kind of heat was beginning to come out of Jacob. His breaths had turned gradually rougher and as he let his hand drop from my chest he turned slowly until his back was against the wall and he could slump against it for support. I took that as my cue to go further and slowly sank my mouth around him again as it had been just an hour ago when we'd first arrived.

"Fuck . . ." Jake gasped. I looked up to see his eyes closed and his mouth still open.

Rather than working him entirely with my mouth, this time I kept it just on the head and used both my hands to hold and jerk him off. Between the waves of suction I was using on and off and the persistent tightness of my hands it took him less time than before to reach boiling point.

Maybe three or so minutes later, he took my head in both his trembling hands and moved me away, muttering, "Alice, don't." just seconds before he came on my hand and his stomach.

I sighed to myself, but didn't say anything since it had become plainly obvious over the duration of our game that he was extremely uncomfortable coming in or around my mouth.

"Is that what you do every time you shower?" he asked lightly and stood up straight again to let the water wash us clean again.

"Pretty much." I shrugged. "My turn now."

His eyes locked in on mine with his brows raised. "Wow, you really are starting to get the idea." He placed both hands on my shoulders and turned me back to the wall I'd originally been leaning against before dropping down to his knees.

I put my right leg over his shoulder as he moved to put it there himself and settled myself just a fraction lower so my pussy was right in front of his face. "Yeah, well it doesn't take me too long. Just be a good boy and lick, okay?"

His crooked smirk returned as he looked between my face and my crotch and with another soft laugh he leaned forward and enveloped me in his burning mouth.

A gasp instantly broke from my lips and a shiver ran through my from head to toe.

His hands had been on and in me a dozen times, but never his mouth. Never something this hot and soft and fantastically moist.

"Oh shit," I squealed in a voice much higher than my usual tone.

He pulled me closer then with his hands on my thighs and moved them up even further to cup my ass and push my hips completely forward so he was able to get everything in his lips.

"Oh God . . . Oh fuck . . ." I whispered. My hands automatically went for his head and right as they touched his wet, black hair his tongue started lapping between the fold at the very tip of my clit. I lost my footing then and if it weren't for his hands I would have been on the floor, probably still gasping for air that I didn't really need.

I looked down to Jake's dark eyes and watched as his top lip rubbed across the very top of my slit causing a tingling feeling I couldn't remember ever happening before. As I moaned weakly in the back of my throat he looked up and met my gaze, smiling just the barest amount before humming to torment me further and elicit an actual scream.

My hands tightened in his hair as my hips began to rock against his mouth in time with the sweeping lines he was making from my entrance back up and both sides on the way.

By the time he focused enough on my clit for me to actually come I had become a babbling, squirming mess ready to collapse at any moment while panting variations of, "Fuck . . . oh god . . . so good . . . faster!" over and over again.

It was at that point that he had decided to grant me some relief from the whole-body throbbing I was experiencing and finally moved his attention to my clit making rapid flicking motions while sucking gently on the whole area.

When the first tremor hit I threw my head back without thinking, cracking the titles behind it, and flung my right arm out to the side to keep it braced on the wall so that I didn't completely fall from his grasps as the rest of the disorientating spasms followed. For ten seconds, nothing else existed around us. Not the shower, not the rattling hot water system, not the birds outside or the neighbors television. It was all gone and I was practically enclosed by it.

Jacob pulled away as I started to get some of the strength back in my legs and I pushed myself up to the best standing position I could, Jake rising in front of me too.

"You shouldn't do that." I repeated his words from earlier between heavy breaths. "That's not why we're here."

He smiled and shook his head gently, turning towards the water spray and picking up the soap.

"And it was such an imposition," he mimicked, glancing at me to roll his eyes as he lathered up his arms and chest.

I smiled too. "Hurry up. I have to get home before they notice. I've been here far too long."

Jake held up his hands in mock surrender and handed me to soap, stepping out of the way. I moved in front of him and quickly rewashed to get his scent off my skin as best I could, ignoring it when he'd run his fingers along my sides or my arms just to try and annoy me.

"Same time next week?" he asked when I was finished and stepped out into the partly flooded bathroom floor.

A frown you would normally give a crazy person pulled into my face. "Are you serious? Routine is the enemy of secrecy."

He shrugged. "Whatever. I'll surprise you then."

I got a towel from the small closet and wrapped it around myself. "I don't suppose you would listen if I said not to?"

He cocked his eyebrow at me, continuing to wash himself through our conversation. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, right." I pursed my lips. "I guess I'll see you later then."

"Later," he agreed and then pulled the flimsy shower curtain across again as I opened the door and left.