Jacob

 

She returned to the kitchen less than ten minutes later.  I had poured her a glass of water and myself a glass of scotch from the liquor cabinet.  She immediately picked up the scotch and drained it before plopping down in one of the kitchen chairs.

She was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt and while I was grateful she was no longer wearing just my shirt, would it have killed her to put a fucking bra on?  I tried not to stare at her tits as I poured another scotch and pulled the glass closer to me before she could take it.

“The water is for you.”

She didn’t reply, just stared silently at me.  I could see the relief in them but before I could ask about it, she said, “I thought you would be gone again.”

“I said I wouldn’t leave.”

“I know, but…”

“But what?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me, Mads.”

She traced her finger along the top of the table and shook her head.  Her nipples were still hard and pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt, reminding me that I still hadn’t touched them, licked them, sucked on them.

Christ.  I was getting hard again.  I was like a fucking teenager around Maddie.  I tried to discreetly adjust myself before drinking the scotch in my glass in two swallows.

Maddie reached for the bottle.  “Do you want more?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

She unscrewed the cap and took another slug of scotch straight from the bottle.  She coughed and gasped as her cheeks turned red.

“Mads, stop.”

I reached across the table and plucked the bottle from her hand before she could take another drink.  She scowled at me and crossed her arms under her tits.  I tried not to stare at them like a fucking pervert and failed miserably.

“I’m clean,” I said abruptly as I set the scotch bottle down in front of me.

“What?”  She gave me a confused look.

Christ.  Shame swept through me.  I hadn’t meant to cum in Mads.  Hell, I hadn’t meant to fuck her at all.  But I had fucked her, and I had cum in her and now I needed to reassure her that not only was I disease free, but that I would take responsibility for any consequences of my actions.

“I’m clean,” I repeated.  “I’ll show you my records online.  I’m sorry, Mads.  I – I didn’t’ mean to cum in you.”  Fuck, just saying the words made me sound like a creep.

“I liked it,” she said.  “I would have been mad at you if you hadn’t cum in me when you fucked me.”

“I shouldn’t have fucked you.”  My voice was too loud.  “But I did and now I -”

“Do you regret it?”

I shook my head.  I should have lied to her, should have told her that it was a huge mistake, but I couldn’t.  “No.”

Her entire body lost its tension and she gave me her gorgeous smile.  She reached for my hand, that smile faltering when I pulled back.

“I don’t regret it, baby, but we can’t do it again.”

She didn’t say anything, and I made my voice stern.  “I mean it, Madison.  No more teasing me when I’m trying to work, by not wearing a bra or by showing me your pussy.”

“You wanted to see it.”

I rubbed my forehead.  She had a point and she didn’t seem traumatized by what just happened, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the anxiety in her voice right before I fucked her.  She had tried to ask me to stop and I had completely ignored her.  No, worse, I had told her she had to fuck me.

Shame swirled in my guts and now it was my turn to take a swig straight from the bottle.

“Jacob?  What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?  You were about to ask me to stop and I fucked you anyway, Mads.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you to stop.”

“You were,” I insisted.  “You were telling me we shouldn’t fuck, and I ignored you.”

My erection had disappeared, but she shifted in her chair and just the gentle sway of her tits made my cock twitch.  I was a fucking monster.

“I wasn’t suggesting we shouldn’t have sex.  I was trying to suggest that maybe we shouldn’t have sex right here in the kitchen.  And that’s only because you’re really big and I was afraid it might hurt.  I thought it might be better if I was on top and could control the pace.”

“Did it hurt?” I asked.

“A little.”

“Fuck.”  Her admission sent fresh guilt knifing through me. “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.”

She brushed off my apology.  “Only at first and it’s just because I’ve never been with anyone as big as you.  I’ll adjust to your size.”

Christ, I hated how excited it made me to hear her talk like we’d be fucking again. 

We couldn’t.

“Mads, we can’t do this again.”

“Yes, we can.”

“No, we can’t.”

She just laughed.  “Do you really think you can resist me, Jacob?  Now that you know how tight my pussy is?  How wet it is for you?”

“What if you’re pregnant?”

“What if I am?”

I reached across and took her hand.  Squeezed it.  “I’ll do right by you, Mads.  I promise.  If you’re carrying my baby, I’ll take care of the both of you.”

“Thank you.  That means a lot.  But I’m on the pill so…”

“Oh.  Okay, well, uh, that’s good.” 

Fuck, was that disappointment I was feeling?  I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t.  If Madison was pregnant with my baby, it was the perfect excuse to be with her.

“You look disappointed.”

I cleared my throat. “I’m not.”

“You like the idea of me being knocked up with your baby.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You do.”  She gave me a saucy grin that had me itching to kiss her, to strip her naked, and to fuck her.  Instead, I stood up.

“We aren’t doing this again, Madison.  Do you understand?  I’m here to work on the bookshelves, nothing more.”

“Sure, okay.”

I scowled at her tone.  “I’m serious.  What happened between us can’t happen again.  If the people in this town knew that I had…”

She made a face at me.  “I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone in this town thinks, Jacob, and you shouldn’t either. It’s none of their business if we’re together or not.”

“I don’t care what they say about me.  I don’t want them talking shit about you though.  You’re young and beautiful and you have your entire life ahead of you.  I’m not going to let you waste it on an old man like me.”

“You’re not an old man.”

I grimaced and shook my head.  “I’m going to work on the bookshelves.  Do me a favour and – and stay away from me.”

I expected to see hurt on her face.  Instead, she smiled at me.  “Whatever you say, Jacob.”

She was up to something but seeing as I was about two seconds away from ripping off her clothes and fucking her in the kitchen again, I couldn’t stick around to find out what it was.  Muttering a curse under my breath, I stalked out of the room.