Madison

 

“Wait, so you,” Rachel lowered her voice and looked around the coffee shop, “gave him a blow job and then he just took off?”

I sipped at my coffee.  It was Sunday morning and I was tired and a little grumpy.  It was busy at the bar last night and even when my shift was finally done, and I was back home in my bed, I couldn’t sleep.

How could I sleep, when not even twenty-four hours earlier, the man I’d been in love with for years had stood in this very room and cum down my throat?  Just thinking about the way he tasted, the way he sounded as he told me I was his good girl, made my pussy wet and aching.  I squeezed my thighs together and took another sip of my coffee.

“Mads?”  Rachel touched my hand.

I smiled at her.  “Yeah, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

“He told me about fifty times that he was very sorry, and that we should never have done this, and it was all his fault, not mine.  Then he left.”

“Ugh.”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Up until he looked completely horrified, it was the greatest moment of my life.”

“Is he at your house now working on the bookshelves?”

“No.”  I gave my best friend a miserable look.  “I was up before eight and waiting for him, but he never showed up.”

“Did you text him?”

“Yes.  He didn’t answer.”  I checked my phone as if I hadn’t been compulsively checking it every five minutes since he’d left my house.  “I messed up, Rach.  I pushed him into something he didn’t want to do.”

Rachel shrugged.  “I don’t know about that.  Jacob has never struck me as the type of guy to do something he doesn’t want to do.  Besides, he can try and deny it, but he wants you.  I’m a damn virgin and even I can see how much he wants to screw you.”

“Well, it’s never going to happen now.  He didn’t even kiss me, or touch me or want to see my…”

“See your what?”  Rachel asked.

“Uh, my um… lady garden?”

Rachel giggled until she snorted.  “Lady garden?  Seriously?”

I gave her a tired smile.  “He kept saying he couldn’t, that it wasn’t right.”

Rachel frowned.  “But he was perfectly fine with you giving him a blowjob.  Again, I know I have an embarrassing lack of experience, but that sounds pretty selfish of him.”

“It wasn’t like that.  He didn’t want me to give him the blowjob, I kind of tricked him into it.”

Rachel muttered a curse when she reached for her muffin and nearly knocked her coffee cup over.  Coffee splashed out over the rim and onto the table as she caught the cup just in time.  She mopped it up with a few napkins before standing to get more.  “All I know, is that if I ever finally get the chance to be naked with Ren, I’ll be very clear that he needs to give me oral sex before I suck his…oh!”

I could practically feel the mortification pouring off of Rachel when she bumped into the very man she’d been talking about.  Ren, his face an unreadable mask, steadied her with a hand on her upper arm.  Rachel’s face was so red, I figured she was close to just spontaneously combusting as Ren dropped his hand, stepped back and gave her a polite smile.

“I-I’m sorry.”  Rachel looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.

“Ms. Banks.”  Ren nodded to her before walking past our table.  “Maddie.”

“Hi, Ren.”

Rachel sunk into the chair, the red fading from her face to leave two spots high on her cheekbones.  “Do you think he heard me?”

I loved her, so I lied.  “No, he definitely didn’t hear you.”

“Are you – are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“You’re lying to me.”

I hesitated.  “Yeah, he heard you.”

“Oh my God.  I – what am I going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean?  Ren just heard me saying I wanted to suck his dick.”

“No,” I said, “he heard you say you would demand pussy eating from him.  That’s better.”

“How on earth is that better?”  The red was slowly creeping back up Rachel’s neck.

“Ren comes off as this gruff meanie, but it’s a total act.  He’s a sweetheart.  I could see him being more into giving than taking when it comes to oral sex.  He probably likes that you’d demand he stick his face in your hoo-hah and -”

“Mads!”  Rachel’s voice was bordering on horrified.

“What?”

“Don’t be…coarse.”

I just shrugged.  “Why don’t you just ask Ren out?”

“What if he says no?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

She bit at her bottom lip.  “You’ve gone crazy, Mads.”

“No, I haven’t.  I just – listen, I’ve ruined things with my crush, but it isn’t too late for you.  I’ve seen the way Ren looks at your boobs and your butt when you’re in the bar.  He wants you.”

“You never told me he did that.”  She snuck a quick glance at Ren who was standing at the counter.

“I know, and I should have.  Ask him out, Rach.  I bet he says yes.”

“I’m not sure I can ever look him in the eye again, to be honest.  Anyway, can we get out of here?  I want to leave before Ren has to walk by us again.”

She gathered up her muffin and her coffee cup as I stood.  “Do you mind if I bail?  I’m really tired and I think I just want to go home and try and get some sleep.”

She studied me before shaking her head.  “No, of course I don’t mind.  Do you want to come over later tonight for dinner?”

“I’d better not.  I have classes early tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

I followed Rachel to the parking lot, giving her a hug before we climbed into our separate cars.  I only lived about a ten minute drive from the coffee shop, and the whole way home, my stomach was a nervous knot.  When I pulled onto my street and didn’t see Jacob’s truck in my driveway, the hope that was building in my chest, died.

I parked, let myself into the house and went immediately to my bedroom.  I stripped off my clothes, before yanking the blinds shut and climbing into bed.  It wasn’t even noon yet, but I had the beginning of a headache, I was dead tired, and I felt sick to my stomach at how badly I’d screwed up with Jacob.  Tears starting to leak down my cheeks, I buried my face in my pillow and tried to forget that I had lost Jacob forever.

 

* * *

 

I woke three hours later.  I sat up in bed, clutching at the covers and cocking my head.  I thought I’d heard noise in the office next to me.  There was nothing but complete silence, and I decided I must have dreamt it.

I relaxed on the bed again.  I was still feeling lost and sad, but my headache was gone, and I wasn’t sick to my stomach anymore.  I sat up and grabbed my cell phone.  There was no text or missed call from Jacob and my heart sunk even lower.  I sat for a moment and then slid out of bed and walked to my dresser.  In the second drawer, buried deep under my other shirts, was a plain white t-shirt.  I pulled it out and pressed my nose into the soft fabric before inhaling.

That vague sense of guilt was already trickling down my spine, but I ignored it like I always did.  Even after all these years, the fabric still carried a hint of his scent.  I carefully unfolded the shirt and slipped it over my head before admiring myself in the mirror.  Jacob’s shirt was much too big, but I felt sexy as hell when I wore it.

I had stolen his shirt three years ago, straight from the laundry basket at his house.  My dad and I were at his place for a barbeque.  My crush was already fully-developed by then – hell, I think I’d been in love with Jacob since I was fifteen – and I could still remember the heat that went through my belly when we showed up to find a shirtless Jacob in the backyard.  He was drinking a beer and about to start grilling the steaks.

He and my dad immediately started talking about the latest baseball game.  I stood unnoticed, my heart beating as rapidly as a chipmunk on speed, as I’d stared at his half-naked body.  His broad chest was covered in dark hair as was his flat belly.  He wasn’t a carpet or anything, but the sight of all that dark coarse hair made my pussy soaking wet.  I’d slept with a few different guys by then, but all of them looked like gangly teenagers compared to Jacob.  They waxed their narrow chests, and the muscles in their arms and abdomens were from hours at the gym.

Jacob didn’t have washboard abs, but he was toned with a solid mass of muscle.  His hard body was the product of daily physical labour rather than gym machines.  I licked my lips and followed that mouth-watering v-line that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

Neither he nor my father even noticed the way I drooled over him.  Even three years ago, I was nothing but Frank’s daughter to Jacob.  A sweet young girl who never said no to the offer of a cherry popsicle.

I wandered away after nearly ten minutes.  It was purely self-preservation.  If I continued to stare at Jacob’s tanned skin, at the way the muscles in his back flexed and rippled as he grilled the steaks, I would have done something inappropriate like try and hump his stupidly thick thigh.

I’d gone to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and there it was, his t-shirt lying on top of a pile of other laundry in the wicker basket.  I’d picked up the shirt – it was still warm from the sun and the heat of his body – and stuffed it into my oversized bag.  I didn’t think about it, I just acted on pure instinct.

I’d spent the rest of the visit with a combination of lust and guilt coursing through me.  By the time we returned home, the lust was far greater than the guilt.  I had immediately gone to bed, stripped off my clothes and put Jacob’s t-shirt on.  His scent had surrounded me, and I’d masturbated furiously to the image of his naked chest.

In the three years since then, I’d worn his shirt many times.  At first it was only when I was feeling particularly horny for him, but as time went on, I started wearing it when I was lonely or upset about something.  I’d worn it every night for a month straight after dad died.  At the time, it felt like the only thing that comforted me, but I regretted it now.  My scent had overtaken his and now there was only the faintest reminder of him on it.

I rubbed my hand over his shirt one last time and headed downstairs to the kitchen.  Maybe I could visit Jacob at his place and sneak another shirt from the laundry.

Seriously?  You’re twenty-three years old.  Can you try and act like an adult?  Besides, after what happened yesterday, Jacob is never going to speak to you again, let alone invite you to his house for a visit.  What happened between you yesterday is the best you’ll ever get with him.  Just be happy you got that.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of apple juice.  I was still upset about how horrified Jacob had looked after he came in my mouth, but there was a part of me that couldn’t let go of my delight at finally having proof of his attraction to me. 

What happened nine months ago wasn’t a one-time thing, a moment brought on by grief and despair and a mutual need for comfort.  Jacob wanted me.  Hearing him call me ‘baby’ in that deep voice of his and seeing the lust in his eyes when he’d stared at my breasts, still made me wet and achy over twenty-four hours later.  Tasting him, having his cock in my mouth while he told me I was his good girl, was enough material for my masturbation fantasies to last me a damn decade.

I slid my free hand between my thighs.  I wasn’t wearing panties and my pussy was so wet I would ruin the damn couch if I sat down.  I’d have to go back upstairs and put some underwear on. 

His dick was amazing, yeah?  Big and thick and so fucking tasty.  Could you imagine how it would feel in your pussy?

I moved to the sink and washed my hands before unscrewing the cap from the carton of the apple juice and raising it to my mouth.  Yeah, I could definitely imagine how it would feel.  None of my previous boyfriends had dicks the size of Jacob’s, but I was more than willing to try and take his massive –

“Is that my shirt?”

I screamed in surprise at the deep voice coming from behind me.  The apple juice I was swallowing, made an abrupt break for my lungs and I immediately coughed and choked.  I leaned over the sink, gagging and coughing up the juice from what felt like the bottom of my lungs.

Jacob patted and then rubbed my back with his left hand as he used his right hand to pull my dark hair out of my face.  I coughed and coughed again, trying to catch my breath.

“You’re all right.  Take a breath, baby.”

I whooped in a big gulp of air into my burning lungs.  My eyes were watering, and I swiped at them before straightening a little.  I buried my face in the crook of my elbow and coughed again.

“You okay?” 

I lifted my head and stared up into Jacob’s handsome face.  I don’t think he even realized the way he was cupping the back of my neck under my hair, or the way our bodies were so close, the tips of my breasts were brushing against him.

“You scared me.”  I gave him an accusing look.  My heart was hammering away in my chest and my lungs were still burning a little.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“What are you doing here?”  I leaned against him.  I couldn’t help it.  He was big and warm and the way his fingers were kneading my neck, felt amazing.

He immediately stiffened, and I tried not to look as hurt as I felt when he dropped his hand and put a few feet of space between us.

“What are you doing here?”  I repeated.  I placed the cap back on the carton of apple juice and moved past him to put the juice in the fridge.  When I turned around, he was staring at my bare legs and the need on his face was so strong, it made my nipples harden in response.

“Jacob?”  I prompted.

“What?” 

Oh God, the hoarseness of his voice made me weak.

“Why are you here?”

He visibly tore his gaze away from my legs and stared at the table instead.  “I’m working on the bookshelves.  I’ve been here for an hour or so, I let myself in when you didn’t answer the door.”

“I didn’t hear you knocking.”

“Not surprised.  You were sleeping pretty soundly.”

“You came into my bedroom while I was sleeping?”

He gave me a guilty look.  “I just poked my head in to make sure you were okay.  I didn’t, uh, touch you or anything.”

Shit, I hadn’t meant to make him sound like a pervert.  “I know.  I wouldn’t have minded if you had.”

His face flushed, his gaze dipped to my tits and his big hands clenched into fists as another look of deep longing crossed his face.  A rush of adrenaline and lust went through me. 

Jacob was still tempted and, God help me, I was going to do everything in my power to make him give in to that temptation.

I gave him a lazy smile and crossed my arms under my tits, pulling the material of Jacob’s shirt taut across them.  “I stole it.”

“I – what?”  He couldn’t stop staring at my breasts.

“Your shirt.  I stole it three years ago.”

He blinked and finally raised his gaze to my face.  “You stole my shirt?”

“Yes, from the laundry basket in the bathroom.”

“Why?”  His look of genuine confusion almost made me giggle.

Instead, I gave him another slow and seductive smile.  “It smelled like you.  I took it home, put it on and then masturbated while I thought about you fucking me.”

I dropped my own gaze to his crotch.  His erection was obvious and he half-turned away from me.  “Stop it, Madison.”

“Stop what?  Stop stealing your clothes?  Stop wearing them?  Stop touching my pussy while I imagine you fucking me?”

“All of the above.”  His voice was unsteady and dripping with obvious desire.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.  You’re not my father.”

“I’m old enough to be your father,” he retorted.

“Barely.  My father was fifty-two,” I replied.  “Honestly, it was kind of weird that you and my dad were such good friends considering your age difference.”

“Not that weird.”

“A little weird.”

He blew his breath out in an exasperated rush.  “Just stop stealing my clothes and…”

“And what?”  I leaned against the counter and crossed my legs.

“You know what.”

“Rubbing my pussy while I think about you fucking me?”

“Madison, I asked you to stop.”  His look was half warning, half want.

“What if I don’t?  What are you going to do about it?”  I rubbed my flat stomach, loving the way his gaze immediately followed the motion of my hand.

“Why are you doing this to me?”  His voice was low.

I should have felt bad.

I didn’t.

“Because I want you and you want me.”

“It’s wrong.”

“It isn’t.  It’s so right, honey.  Can’t you see that?  Can’t you feel that?”

He didn’t reply, and my hands dropped to the hem of my shirt.  “Yesterday you didn’t want to see my pussy.  Do you want to see it today?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t wait for him to change his mind.  I lifted the hem of his shirt to just above my pussy.  He groaned and took a step toward me.

“Do you think my pussy is pretty, Jacob?”

“Yes.”

I raised my shirt a little higher as Jacob stared hungrily at my pussy.  He was on the edge of his control, and I traced my fingers over the small patch of dark curls at the top of my pussy.

“Fuck.”  His voice couldn’t hide his need.

“Would you like to see my ass, Jacob?”  I didn’t wait for him to respond.  I turned, bunching his shirt around my waist.  The cool air washed over my naked ass and I wiggled it at him, grinning when he made a low groan. 

I stared out the window above the sink, my own haze of lust so thick I could barely breathe and spread my legs just enough for him to see the wet, plump lips of my pussy.  “Do you see how wet I am for you, Jacob?  Do you see – oh!”

Jacob’s hard hands were on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hauled me to my tiptoes.  His leg pushed my legs wide and I had no idea when or how he got his damn pants undone so quickly, but there was no mistaking the smooth, blunt head of his cock that was pushing against my entrance.  An image of his massive cock flickered through me and there was the tiniest trickle of anxiety.

“Jacob, maybe we shouldn’t -”

“No.”  His hot breath washed over my cheek.  “No more teasing.  Take my cock like my good girl.”

Without waiting for my reply, he thrust into me.  He was big, big enough that my little pussy tried to resist the sudden invasion.  He made a low moan and pushed again, sinking himself balls-deep into my hot core.

I cried out, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as Jacob bent me over the counter.  I stared into the sink, my body shaking with every driving thrust of Jacob’s cock. My pussy squeezed around him as he angled me a bit higher and pounded in and out of me.  The edge of the counter was digging into my stomach, my face was almost touching the bottom of the sink, but with every stroke, the head of Jacob’s cock rubbed against my g-spot.  I’d never once had a man find my g-spot so fucking easily and I screamed my pleasure as Jacob increased his pace.  He was fucking me so hard, my feet were nearly lifted off the ground with every hard stroke.  I screwed my eyes shut and screamed again as my orgasm hit me in a hard, sweet rush that made lights explode beneath my eyelids.

Jacob bellowed my name, his large body driving mine up against the counter.  He pinned me against it, one hand gripping my hip and the other wrapped in my hair as he came deep inside of me.  He shook wildly as his cum filled my pussy. 

He rested his forehead against my back, breathing heavily and his hand rubbing my hip as he softened inside of me.  When he straightened and pulled out, I could already feel his cum starting to drip from my pussy and down my inner thigh.

He turned me around.  My smile died on my lips at the look on his face.  “Jacob?  Are you okay?”

“Go and put some other clothes on.”  He turned away and zipped up.

“Are you leaving me again?”

“No.”  He didn’t turn around.  “But we need to talk, and I can’t – I need you to get dressed.  Please, baby.  Just do what I’m asking.”

“Okay.”  I walked unsteadily from the kitchen, certain that when I returned he’d be gone.