Jake
Sailor grins at me like she so often does.
“You’re funny, and happiness exudes from you like you’re a beacon of light, and I can’t resist running toward it.”
Smirking at her, I plant my hands on my hips.
“Woman, do you want me curled up in your lap in tears, watching the Hallmark Channel, or do you want my hard cock inside you? And you better decide fast since the Master of Ceremonies is about to bust from my jeans.”
With even rounder eyes, she giggles.
“Your cock for sure, but maybe it belongs in my mouth instead.”
“I don’t do maybes, remember?”
“Oh, right, then I want your cock in my mouth.”
Scooting down toward me, Sailor sits up at the edge of the bed. She unbuttons my jeans and tilts her eyes up to see if I approve.
My smile disappears, my lips resting in a straight line, as I convey all my thoughts through my eyes instead, and they’re saying yes, please suck my dick.
Her gaze stays fixed on mine as she pulls down my jeans and boxer briefs. She takes hold of my shaft at the base and tightens her hand around it. Hissing, I grab hold of her shiny hair at each side and clutch it as she takes me into her mouth.
Shit, my legs shake instantly as she sucks and moves her lips up and down me firmly. She swirls her tongue around the wet tip and strokes the front of my cock with her fingers, along my raised vein, and I growl from how incredible and different it feels.
It makes me want her entire smoldering mouth over me, so I push her head, signaling for her to take all my length. She gives me what I want, and the heat, the pressure, and the sucking from her wet, plump lips is fan-fucking-tastic.
Yes…
My legs tremble again as I get close to coming. I grip her hair harder, and she takes me in even deeper.
“I’m gonna come.” Sailor slips a hand around to my ass, and clenching a cheek, she brings my body even closer to her mouth, letting me know she’s not letting go.
Unable to last a second longer, I close my eyes and come, the dizziness taking over. Fucking hell, she’s good at that.
***
“The Master of Ceremonies would get a standing ovation if I could move my legs,” Sailor says breathlessly after I made her orgasm with my talented mouth. I’ve decided hers is way more skilled than mine, though. Damn, she can give an amazing blow job.
I pull her to me, and she rests her head on my chest.
“OK, we can have girl-talk now, where you tell me how I exude happiness or whatever shit it was.” Her giggle vibrates against my heart, and fuck, it’s feeling all sorts of things it shouldn’t. At least, I think it shouldn’t, not this soon, anyway.
“I don’t want to scare you off,” she replies.
“Not possible.”
“I don’t know about that. If you’re used to variety, you’re going to get tired of my few moves.”
“Did Elliott feed you bullshit about my dating habits?”
“Only that you don’t keep women around.”
“He’s one to talk. Nicole’s not the only woman who frequents his bed. I’ll have to ask him why the hell he’s breaking bro code and telling my secrets. Where’s the loyalty?”
I feel Sailor’s body stiffen before she clears her throat.
“Don’t give him shit about it. You did tell me some stuff about him and Nicole last week.”
“True, but enough about Elliott. Tell me what your beef is with your parents because as amazing as you turned out, it’s hard to believe they could be all that bad.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Try me. I think I can keep up.”
“OK…” Shifting to her side, she traces the tribal tattoo on my forearm. “I couldn’t take another day of seeing them look at me as if I stole their future … their daughter. When Rebecca died, they did, too.”
“You were a kid, and it was an accident.”
“It doesn’t matter why it happened. All they see when I’m around is the person who caused them to endure the greatest loss a person could experience … the loss of a child. I understand, but I can’t handle the reminder. It’s one of the reasons I stay away as much as possible.”
I slide my hand over the back of her hair.
“They shouldn’t make you feel that way.”
“There’s another reason I don’t see them, too, so it’s easier to stay away than to dig through the shit with them. I mean, what if there’s no crawling out of it, and all I do is sink further in it for trying?”
“That’s heavy, girl. We don’t even need the Hallmark Channel.”
“That’s what I love about you. Even though you have a serious, depressing job and have family problems, too, like what’s happening with Marcy, you somehow compartmentalize it and find the courage to live every day to the fullest.
“I suck at that. The pain and fear consume me, and I stay in a bubble for protection. While spending time with you, I feel fun again. I feel like the fourteen-year-old girl I remember before she had to grow up real damn fast.”
“You better not be fourteen, or I am so fucking screwed. I don’t mess with minors. No way is being a prison bitch worth some young pussy.”
“Jake!” Sailor tickles my waist, so I grab her body and pull her onto me so I can tickle her, too. She squirms, kneeing me in the groin.
“Ohh, damn. Don’t injure my equipment. It’s finally found its purpose.” Burying her face in the crook of my neck, she sighs.
“I’m falling for you and fast, Jake.”
“I feel the same about you, and even though it’s scary as hell, I wouldn’t change it.”
Lifting her head, Sailor kisses me passionately and rocks her body against mine until I realize my package still works fine.
She said she’s falling for me and fast. Well, I believe there’s nowhere left for me to fall.
***
Sailor’s button nose whistles next to me as she sleeps. I want to take credit for her exhaustion, especially after the mind-blowing sex we had minutes ago, but I imagine she’s mainly tired from chasing around twenty kindergartners all day.
I’m not about to wake her. I want Sailor in my bed, so unless she gets up and leaves on her own, I’m not making her.
I seldom minded in the past when women slept over, especially if it was super late and we’d been drinking, but with Sailor, I not only don’t mind, I want her to stay in my bed.
It’s more like it’s necessary … like a need I can’t explain. When I see her beneath my sheets, it’s as if she belongs there.
I quietly get out of bed, and after pulling on my briefs, I stroll out to the kitchen to clean up our mess from dinner.
As I pick up our plates from the dining room table, I hear a phone vibrating and notice Sailor left hers in the seat of the chair next to her.
I pick it up to set it on the table, so she won’t forget it tomorrow morning, and I can’t help but read the text on the screen.
Elliott: After our weekend together, I can barely focus on work. It’s driving me crazy knowing Jake’s getting this time alone with you. I haven’t felt this fucking helpless—
The screen goes black before I can read the rest of the message. I squeeze the phone in my hand, wishing I could break it into pieces. What the fuck was he talking about? Why did he sound way too damn comfortable texting her?
Striding to the kitchen, I pick up my phone where I’d left it on the countertop while cooking. Leaning my head back, I take deep breaths and think about what I want to say to him.
Me: Sailor doesn’t have her phone because she’s asleep in my bed. I couldn’t help but see part of your message to her. Care to fucking explain?
Elliott: Shit. Since this talk’s gonna happen now, I need you to answer a question for me first. Is Sailor more than another one-night stand?
Me: She’s been in our house for more than one fucking night, so that should answer your question. I told you she’s different. Now, explain to me what you meant in your text to her.
Elliott: There has yet to be a woman you couldn’t walk away from, so I’m telling you now to walk away. Sailor and I have a history you don’t know about and one you can’t compete with. You’re only going to confuse and hurt her if you try.
Me: Fuck you and your entitled attitude. Is this to get back at me? Is it more revenge for what happened to Rebecca? I thought after you bashed my face in the first time and left me for dead the second, that we’d buried the hatchet, but I guess I was wrong. You walk away, asshole. Sailor’s in my bed tonight because she wants to be.
Elliott: You’re pissed. You really do like her.
Me: No shit, so you better leave her the hell alone. Sailor and I are sleeping together. Are you really making a move on my girl? What the fuck happened this weekend?
Elliott: Calm down. I didn’t fuck her.
Me: Sailor wouldn’t have slept with me tonight if you had, so I already knew that, and for the record, she didn’t seem like she was thinking about you whatsoever while she was sucking my dick or while I was making her come. You fucking asshole! I should’ve let you rot in a prison cell when I had the chance.
Elliott: You need to calm the fuck down. Don’t drill Sailor over this. It’s not her fault.
Me: I’m not pissed at Sailor. She wants me. She made it clear tonight, so this is some delusional power trip you’re on to fuck it up for me all because you can’t stand the thought of seeing me with another Lockwood. Stay the hell away from her.
Elliott: I refuse to do that unless she tells me to. I have to go.