Chapter 28

Sierra

“LET’S GET out of here,” I whispered into Jacob’s ear.

Co-workers were swarming around us, and while I was as eager as the next person to revel in our victory, I also knew that my panties were on fire, my clit begging for Jacob’s touch.

And none of that was exactly “workplace appropriate.” Stupid jobs, with all their stupid rules.

Jacob grinned, catching my insinuation — I suspect because he was thinking much the same thing.

Then his smile dimmed for a moment, and he said, in a voice inaudible to everyone else, “I want to but… where? Charles is probably not eager for us, and I mean especially us, to use our old rooms.”

Hm, Jacob made a good point.

But where there’s a will there’s a way, and I had enough will for the both of us.

I grabbed his hand, and asked, “Will you follow me?”

“To the ends of the earth,” he replied, and though his tone was light-hearted, I knew the sentiment was real.

“Okay then, go tell Joe and Tom something compelling,” I instructed. “Tell them we need to…”

“Water the lawn? Walk the dog? Buy groceries?”

“My, you’re already so domestic.”

He chuckled, a throaty rumble from deep within his chest. “What can I say? You bring out the husband in me.”

My brows shot up at that, and he quickly attempted to walk it back. “Oh, no, I’m sorry, I meant — uh… what did I mean? Fuck.”

But I guess the truth must be that I wasn’t too put off by his slip, because I immediately responded, “It’s okay, Jacob. Really.”

He looked relieved, but I could still see the lingering embarrassment in the red surging to his cheeks.

“I’m gonna go, uh, tell Joe and Tom something,” he said, then walked off in the direction of our bosses.

What had his error meant? What did I want it to mean? ‘Husband’ had fallen off his tongue as easily as ‘hello.’ And it had sounded right. Oh God, I’m getting carried away again, I thought to myself. This had happened last time — the last time we dated for real, that is. Two dates in and I knew he was marriage material, only to get my heart broken.

But we’re not thinking about the past this time, my brain reminded me. That was true. If I was done reliving the past, and thinking purely about the future… well, then, ‘husband,’ free from the baggage of history, did indeed sound right.

Ahem. Not that I was, like, rushing into anything, or was already ring shopping. It’s good to know what you want, to have a vision for the future. I’m a planner, not a reactor. I have three calendars, not to mention a bullet journal. You don’t become head of marketing in your twenties by just going with the flow.

Aaaand now I’m making excuses. Just ignore me, I’ll probably turn normal sometime in the next ten years. At least, that’s the rough timeline in one of my three calendars.

Thankfully, Jacob returned before I could spin out more about this ‘husband’ business.

“We’re all set,” he smirked, his single asymmetric dimple showing. “What’s the plan, Stan?”

Phew. Time for easy things. Like public sex.

I grabbed his hand and bid goodbye to the co-workers closest to us — it was mostly men, who all gave me polite smiles and waves. The one woman in the cluster shot me a knowing look and a very discreet thumbs up. Do girls have a sixth sense, a ‘sex sense’? I’d have to study up on that.

Jacob’s hand firmly in mine, I began dragging him out of the conference room, gracefully accepting compliments and congratulations as we passed by a few more small groups, but not lingering long enough to let any of them slow me down. It was seven, nearly nighttime. Which meant that if we wanted to fuck, we’d have to move fast.

“Okay, move it, move it,” I ordered Jacob as my marching turned into racing.

He kept pace easily. He has longer legs, it’s kind of a stacked game, his free arm swinging and his occupied one holding on to me.

“Where are we going?” he asked, another variation on his earlier question.

“Don’t you like surprises?”

Even mid-run, I could hear him emit a very tiny, very resigned sigh. I took that as reluctant acceptance and continued to tug his hand, until at last we were bursting through the French back doors and onto the terraced lawn.

“Your plan is to have sex in the pool?” Jacob questioned, his tone skeptical.

I rolled my eyes. “No, I’m not stupid.” I paused, then said, “My plan is to have sex in the bushes.”

He hesitated for a split second, before replying, “Sounds great.”

Well, that was surprising. “Really?”

“At this point, I’d fuck you in a Ferris wheel, the back of a taxi, a pool filled with sharks—”

What a gentleman. I laughed, and tugged on his hand. “Then what are we still doing here?” I asked, then led him further out back, past rows and rows of rose bushes, until we came upon a spot that I’d only glimpsed as he was carrying me back from the boat — a small but perfectly suitable hedge maze.

His expression betrayed him.

“You’re still not convinced, are you,” I said.

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, you’re convinced, and that’s enough.”

“Good, because I want your cock, and I want it now.”

His expression changed from deeply uncertain to unpolished lust. Good — that’s when his face looked best, when his jaw was clenched, his brows furrowed, those brown eyes twinkling with thoughts best not spoken in polite company.

I wasn’t done yanking his chain. “You’ll have to catch me first,” I giggled, letting his hand slip out and running headlong into the maze.

It was small, and he was fast. I could hear his footfalls a few feet behind me, loud even on the soft grass, hear his heavy breathing, labored not from exertion but excitement. I only made it about three turns in — right, left, left — before I felt large arms encircling me at the waist.

“You thought you’d make it to the center?” he growled in my ear, nipping my lobe with his teeth. “Oh, babe. You gotta know that when you start saying things like ‘my cock,’ I can move pretty fucking fast.”

“Yeah?” I replied. “Then how about this. We’re gonna lose the light any minute, so take your cock out and make me scream.”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

I still hadn’t turned around, knowing that if I gazed in his eyes, I’d get lost in their depths, and then I’d have to kiss him, and then I might miss out on the sweet promise of his cock. His arm moved to forcefully pivot me to face him, but I stopped him. Needless to say, he understood.

“Then I’ll just have to picture your expression,” he murmured behind me.

His breath was still hot in my ear as his hands descended on my breasts, squeezing and fondling them until my nipples stood erect beneath the thin fabric. Just as I was thinking my nipples might completely pierce the fabric, Jacob’s hands moved away, and then I felt the zipper of my dress being undone and the sheath sliding completely off, curling in a bundle on the ground. I was in my underwear, and the hot air felt good on my bared skin.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice straining with desire.

His fingers yanked my breasts out of their black lacy sheaths, allowing them to bounce free. Again, that rush of hot air surged across my chest, and I thought how good it felt to expose myself in nature, how primal it was.

Jacob pinched my already hard nipples, causing me to moan and arch my back, my needy ass pressing into his groin. I began to make small circles with my hips, a breathy figure-eight, urging him to take me.

“You do much more of that,” he moaned behind me, no longer caring about volume, “and there won’t be any foreplay.”

“Who needs foreplay?” I demanded. “If I get any wetter, my underwear will just fall off.”

He laughed, and the sound rumbled through his chest, vibrating through my spine. “Not that that would be a bad thing.”

Jacob was getting distracted, and I couldn’t allow that. I had desires that needed to be sated before he could leisurely peruse the lines of my body or whisper sweet nothings. I thrust my hips further back, letting my ass slide over the outline of his thick, hardened dick. He groaned appreciatively.

“Fine, have it your way.”

The next thing I heard was his belt being undone, his zipper skipping down notches.

“But I need to have one thing my way,” he added. “This.”

The belt I’d just heard yanked out of loops was suddenly being wrapped around my wrists, forcing the two pale, veiny surfaces together.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

Ha. Was that okay? Oh, it was more than okay. It was perfect. By way of reply, I knelt to the ground, back still to him. I felt the equilibrium between us, and the trust. I couldn’t see him, and my hands were literally tied, and yet, I felt complete peace. Well, peace and lust.

He inhaled deeply and knelt down behind me. I knew his pants had somehow been removed, because I could feel the heat emanating from his skin, even though we weren’t touching.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Is that okay?” he asked again, his voice deep and saturated with desire. It was a reward in and of itself, that he was struggling so much to keep his tone steady. I liked to weaken a man.

“Please,” I begged. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“It’s been, like, a day,” he laughed. “Maybe two.”

“Basically millennia,” I insisted.

He growled and coiled a hand in my hair, tugging my head back towards him. “Then remind me that I need to satisfy you at least once a day in the future. Will that be enough?”

“I’d prefer once an hour, but I suppose I could settle for a day.”

His lips were on my spine, tracing it from the nape of my neck all the way down to the dip above my ass. I bent over, placing my tied hands in front of me so that I could press my face close to the ground and stick my butt up further in the air. I was like a prone Sphinx, cooking in the desert breeze.

He understood my desires without needing words — he slapped my ass cheek once, twice.

“Harder,” I insisted.

Jacob readily obliged, and I felt a sting and sweet release. He slapped the other cheek, just for good measure, then spread them both wide apart, exposing my sensitive areas to the elements.

And, apparently, to his tongue.

He lapped once at my asshole, then asked, “Do you like that?”

I could just barely manage a groan of pleasure. Jacob’s tongue was back on my clit, and he was sucking, nibbling on me, causing waves of desire to roar up my spine. I’d never been touched like that before, wasn’t sure it would be for me, but in his safe hands — and mouth — I relaxed, knowing that Jacob would put my pleasure above all else.

His tongue swirled around my center, like a ship being pulled under, going faster and faster, until he stuck it deep inside me. I screamed, wanting to thank him but losing the words.

“Okay,” he laughed, and I could picture the devious expression that would be on his face. “Now you’re ready.”

Oh God. I’d been ready since the moment we’d kissed in the conference room, but now? Now I was dying for his dick.

My long, hard wait was rewarded with another long, hard thing — I felt the tip of Jacob’s thick cock at the lips of my pussy, tenderly grazing the surface, toying with me.

“What are you waiting for?” I growled as his dick teased my nerve endings, setting them alight.

“I don’t know,” he replied with forced casualness. “I suppose just waiting for you to beg.”

“All right,” I nearly shouted. “I’m fucking begging. Jacob. I need you. Now. Now. Now.”

“Let me slip on a condom first,” he whispered.

I could not see him, but I imagined him unrolling the condom along his hard cock. The thought made me wetter and I asked, “Are you ready for me, please?”

“If you insist,” came his swift reply, and before I could let out another quivering plea, his tip was plunging through my folds, and then his whole cock was inside me, the subtle curve causing him to reach right to my G-spot. It was like we’d been made for each other from within and from without. I wasn’t superstitious, but something about that unity made me think the universe had plans for us.

I couldn’t think more about fate, though, because Jacob was thrusting his member in me, the ridged edges tickling my vaginal walls. I felt sensations everywhere — on my back, which he was hunched over, on my hands, which were still sexily bound together, in my pussy, where Jacob was working magic..

Jacob’s joking, light manner of only a few moments ago had completely vanished — he’d been overtaken with some kind of primal mating instinct. Gone was the conversation — neither of us, I suspected, could keep a thought in our heads long enough to say it aloud. With every thrust of his dick, anxiety leached out of my brain, dissipating in the hedge maze.

A moan escaped from my mouth, a loud one, as his pace picked up, his cock jackhammering me.

“Fuck,” I finally managed to shriek through gritted teeth. Jacob, spurred by this utterance, redoubled his efforts, moving his cock with inhuman strength and speed.

Without warning, without even the slightest sensation, I felt familiar bursts of energy igniting in my body — my orgasm was arriving. I arched my back to further press his cock into my sweet spot. That did the trick.

Pleasure and sweat drenched me as I practically vibrated on his dick, my pussy clenching and unclenching as my muscles helplessly suctioned him further into me.

After several long seconds of pure bliss, I collapsed, my face firmly in the well-kept grass.

“Are we done?” Jacob asked, removing his dick, probably out of concern that if he so much as grazed my body I’d burst into flames.

“No. You need to come.”

“I do?”

“I want you to come,” I told him.

That was all I needed to say — he pressed himself inside me once more, his hands gripping my waist, his knees jolting up against the back of mine. Even though I’d come, I felt residual pleasure as Jacob raced towards completion.

I could feel the moment he reached the brink, could feel him shutter, heard his moan. Shortly thereafter, I felt wet drops on my ass after he had whipped off the condom. The droplets swooped down my spine just as that bead of sweat had done.

Jacob panted somewhere above my back, taking quick, fast breaths, before at last collecting himself enough to reach around to my front, grasp my hands, and untie the belt. That finished, I rolled onto my back, staring up at him and the now almost-dark sky, minutes away from the final gushes of sunset. His eyes were hazy, as though he was lost in a dreamland.

“Are you still with me?” I murmured, stroking his cheek.

“Always,” he replied.