My muscles ached and I hadn’t moved an inch. The soft sheets were curled around my naked body. All of the desire I had buried inside for Jake rose to the surface at mock speed, and once I could wrap my head around it, I wanted all of him, and didn’t freak out in the process like I had feared.
My legs burned deliciously when I rolled to my other side, recalling how they were locked around Jake’s neck.
A dark mop of hair was resting on a pillow across from me, connected to a strong neck and defined back. I took in a deep breath, a content smile settling on my face. This was the Jake I was familiar with. I wanted to reach out and touch him, stroke his spine and the faint scratch marks I left on his skin last night. A shudder ran through me, reliving how he blew my mind. Sex had never been that good for me. Jake really took his time, worshipping and being attentive to what got me going. He seemed to get pleasure from giving me orgasms, not just a tedious tit for tat with sexual favors.
His back had a steady rise and fall from his sleepy breaths. He looked so peaceful, even though his face wasn’t visible. I kept my hands to my chest, snuggling into the blanket.
A dip formed on the base of the bed between us, soft steps creeping closer. It was Shepley, rubbing against my hip with his slow ascent toward my face.
“Morning,” I whispered, scratching his ears. A loud purr emerged from his chest, and he laid down smack dab between Jake and me. I smiled at the cat, continuing to pet him.
A sharp inhale sounded from Jake, and he rubbed his face while rolling over toward the cat and me. He was beautiful in his groggy state, his eyes half lidded and hair mussed and sexy. His pecs were showing, the chest hair I felt last night in full view. He was manly, one who hiked and climbed, biked and lifted weights. I was used to a lanky figured man who lived off of coffee and energy shots. Jake was sexy as hell, and I wanted to pet him instead of the cat.
“Morning,” he mumbled through his hand, then set it on Shepley’s hind just below where I was stroking.
“Morning,” I whispered, waiting for his eyes to meet mine. They closed again while he burrowed his head back into the pillow to make himself comfortable.
“Oh, yeah, you too.”
I flushed, realizing he was talking to the cat.
One mischievous brown eye peered my way and he smirked. He was joking with me, and my heart thumped in my chest.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked, both his eyes opening and gazing at me.
I nodded. “Best I’ve slept in a very long time.”
His hand moved up Shepley’s back to cover mine. Shepley let out an irritated groan.
“What are you grumbling about?” Jake asked the cat, lacing his fingers with mine. “This is the most attention you’ve gotten in a long time.”
The cat pinned one ear back as if he were ignoring him, then jumped over top of me and pounced to the dresser.
Jake shook his head. “No respect.”
I grinned. “He’s a cat.”
His lip quirked upward. “True.” His hand flexed against mine, rubbing the nail on my thumb with the pad of his finger. “So, the best you’ve slept in a long time, yeah?”
I nodded, half of my face hiding in the plush pillow.
“Good. Means you’ll have a wonderful day. What would you like to do?”
My eyelids fluttered, a warmth spreading across my cheeks. Building courage, I uncovered myself from the sheet and found my knees.
My breasts were in full view, and Jake wasn’t making any effort to peel his eyes away from them. I liked that he was infatuated with my body. For so long, I didn’t think it was up to par, comparing myself to the fake boob platinum blondes in the porn videos Martin insisted we watch. Jake looked at me with hunger and appreciation.
Slyly, I pulled the sheet that was covering his hips down and guided him to lay on his back. His cock was thick against his stomach. It twitched when I gazed at it. I licked my lips, then met his eyes. His playful smile was gone, waiting in anticipation for what I was going to do.
I wanted to return the favor from last night. He had given me two orgasms with his mouth, enjoying every second of it just as much as I did. He deserved to feel pleasure, but I wasn’t very good at this part. I could never relax enough, and would gag way before I was supposed to. Martin got angry when I couldn’t deliver to his standards. He’d shove my head down, and made the situation extremely uncomfortable.
Jake found my cheek with his hand. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” his words were as gentle as his stroke.
I closed my eyes and licked my lips. “I want to, I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
Jake chuckled under his breath. “That’s not possible. If we’re on the same page, there’s only one way it would be uncomfortable.”
My eyes popped open. “What page are you on?”
He sucked in his bottom lip and motioned to his dick with his hand. “By the way your eyes are glued to my donger, I assume you’re contemplating giving it a go.”
I smiled at his slang words. “A go?” My hand slyly inched up his thigh, running two fingers up the shaft. My touch was miniscule, but his steel-hard cock pulsed, eager for more contact. “That could be left up to interpretation.”
He came up on his elbows and watched my hand. “Christ, woman.”
I smiled in triumph, but was still unsure. “I’m not very good at it.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said while clearing his throat.
Taking a deep breath, I curled my fingers around his girth. He was smooth and soft, yet as hard as a rock in my hand. My core clenched while I stroked him from root to tip, then back down again. The well-trimmed pubic hair tickled my pinky when I hit the base.
He hissed through his teeth, and moisture of pre-come beaded the tip of his cock.
Semen wasn’t something that turned me on, especially when I was with Martin. I never understood my peers’ novels and how they described the man’s seed being erotic and enticing, luring the woman to crave the taste. But with Jake, I was beginning to understand.
Having his fluid mesh into the skin of my stomach was hot. It was as if he were blended with me now, a perfect piece of him for me to burn into my skin and keep with me forever.
Licking my lips, I bent down, keeping my hand on his cock and planting my tongue on the end of his manhood, indulging in the small drop. It was salty yet sweet, a slight thickness to it, and I was curious for more.
Wrapping my lips around the tip, I gently sucked, getting a feel for his size. Martin had nothing on Jake when it came to the length and girth. In fact, Jake was right up there with the porn stars I had etched into my brain from the video’s Martin insisted we watch.
“That feels amazing,” he sighed, resting his head back into the pillow. His hand found my lower back, gently massaging up and down my spine. It helped calm me, and I was able to suck further, bringing him deeper into my mouth. He palmed the curve of my spine and groaned.
Was he really enjoy this? I was being timid, but maybe that’s what he liked? That I was going slow and exploring, afraid I’d nick him with my teeth or move my tongue the wrong way.
My hand continued rubbing him, thrusting up and tapping against my chin, then back down to his scrotum. I bravely sucked deeper with my mouth, the motion of my hand becoming less from the depth I could take in with my mouth.
“Play with my knackers,” he grunted. I scowled, his what?
“Huh?” I hummed, the vibration of my voice surrounding his dick.
“Jesus, my testicles,” he hissed, trailing his hand to my ass, grabbing a handful of skin.
Taking my hand from his shaft, I roamed lower, gently massaging the sack of skin that held two big lumps.
“Yeah, just like that,” he moaned, moving his hand across my ass and squeezing the other cheek.
I swallowed with his cock in my mouth, making room for more of him down my throat. The thought of my lips pressing against his pelvic bone while his entire cock was down my throat made me insane with lust. I was up for the challenge of taking him completely in my mouth. It helped that Jake remained perfectly still, not thrusting upward and into my mouth. He let me take my time and become comfortable with what I could handle.
I continued fondling his scrotum, moaning while I took him further into my mouth. My throat was shockingly relaxed, eager to meet my new goal of taking him.
Jake’s hand clenched my skin, then slivered along my crack to find my core, palming it from behind. I groaned around his shaft, inching deeper again. His fingers were slick against my labia, slipping between the wet folds and teasing my entrance.
I arched my back and pushed into his finger, crazed for him to fill me. His finger inched inside to his first knuckle, and I was granted with another hit of his delicious pre-come.
“So tight,” he grunted, sinking his finger completely inside. “And so wet. You like sucking me off, don’t you?”
The deep timbre of his voice was so sexy, I was willing to try taking him all in my mouth. The muscles in my throat relaxed and I went for it, nuzzling his pubic hair with my nose and finding it against my lips.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned while I sucked him down, keeping the position. The muscles in his thighs bulged, his balls drawing up and rubbing against my chin. One finger was no longer stroking inside of me, but two, crammed so deep and pressing on my g-spot.
I groaned while he rubbed, and all too soon, he withdrew his hand and found my scalp, pulling me off of him. I kept my mouth open, fighting his strength. My tongue darted out, licking the head of his penis.
“Give me a minute,” he croaked. “Come here.” Grabbing my arms, he pulled me on top of him, threading his hands through my hair and kissing me fiercely. Our tongues danced while he held my head in place. I wiggled on top of him, finding his steel shaft and rubbing my clit against it while he devoured my mouth.
He pulled on my hair to stop me from kissing him, then massaged down to my hips, holding them still. “I’m going to blow my bits if you don’t slow down.”
I grinned, our lips brushing while I spoke. “I wanted you to blow in my mouth.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around my back, holding me still so I couldn’t move. “You are going to be the death of me. And you thought you were bad at this?” He said in bewilderment. “According to my ex-husband,” I said with a shrug.
“Your ex-husband is a real no-hoper.”
I furrowed my brows, and he shook his head with a smile, kissing my nose. “He’s a dumbass.”
Loosening his grip, he sat up, pulling me with him. I was still straddling him, sitting on top of his thick shaft. He thrust his hips, filling me in one swift motion. I gasped, clinging to his neck. He was so big that the motion took my breath away.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, causing his skull to thud against the headboard. “There we go,” he groaned, holding my hips downward. “This is why I stopped from filling your mouth. I wanted this.”
His hand found my jaw, pulling my mouth to his and kissing me wildly. He was surrounding me, clasping my body to his front, his cock, shoved completely inside of my tight hole. I squirmed, rocking against him. Every nerve in my body was aching to explode, and I was very, very close.
His grip loosened around my hips. “Ride me how you like it,” he whispered, watching me begin to quiver.
I lifted up on my knees, then slammed back down. Finding my rhythm, I began to move faster, finding my groove, not worrying about how my breasts bounced or how my scrunched face appeared to Jake. I was chasing my impending orgasm, and I was on the verge of bursting.
Jake stroked my trembling arms with a delicate touch. No doubt he was watching me unravel, and I couldn’t care less.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, tracing his fingers down my spine.
My body quaked, my core throbbing into a full out explosion, pulsing wildly. I moaned out loud, clenching his scalp and hugging him to my chest. He nuzzled between my breasts while I trembled through the most intense orgasm I had ever had. We were so close, melded together intimately. I’d exposed my insecurities about sex, and managed to conquer them like a champ.
My head found the crook of his neck as my body calmed, his cock was still hard as a rock inside of me. He stroked my hair, kissing my shoulder while my breathing returned.
“You’re a real sight when you come,” he whispered.
I giggled into his neck. “You watched, huh?”
“Couldn’t take my eyes away.”
I clenched my walls around him, and a growl rumbled up his chest. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Taking my head from his neck, I carefully detached from him, creeping down his thighs until my mouth was back to his member. He lifted a brow when I grabbed hold of it with one hand. “I’m not finished with you, either.”
“You don’t have to-” he sucked in air when I clamped my lips around him, sucking with no reservations. I gagged, but wasn’t uncomfortable. I wanted him, and the hunger that was there was resurfacing. I needed to make him come in my mouth. I wanted the salty goodness to coat my throat. I didn’t care that he tasted like my juices, it was all the more hot, knowing he had just given me a delicious orgasm of my own.
“Cora,” he breathed, reaching to cup my face, but settled for grasping the sheets on either side of him. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you should stop.”
I groaned when he touched the back of my throat, sucking him like a lollipop. I was going to slurp every last drop he had to give me.
His eyes narrowed while he watched, meeting mine. It was erotic, and I loved seeing his reaction to how deep I took him in my mouth.
His hips stayed still, until his eyes rolled back, his hand grasping my hair. His massive shaft pulsed in my mouth, then spurting his warm, milky juice. I sucked it down, gulping with each spurt he granted me with. It was overflowing out of my mouth and dripping down his cock.
He pulled me from him, his cream covering my lips and dribbling down my chin. His chest heaved as he watched me lick my lips and moan in delight, plucking my chin with my thumb to get the glob my mouth couldn’t handle. Jake grabbed my wrist before I could put it in my mouth, taking my thumb and rubbing it against his own tongue.
My eyes bugged out when I saw the creamy goodness on his tongue as he held his mouth open. He nodded for me to come closer, cupping the back of my neck and bringing me to his mouth. I licked inside, rubbing his juice against my tongue. It was sexy as hell, and I was dripping from how erotic it was to taste him in another new way.
“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had,” he breathed, kissing me chastely.
I smirked, feeling proud that I had surpassed his standards.
He stroked my cheeks with both hands. “I feel like I need another nap,” he yawned.
I snickered, rubbing my hands along his pecs. “I have a better idea.”
He raised a brow. “I might need some time after that.”
I laughed, hopping off of his lap and opening a drawer in search for clothes. “You can nap, I’m going to write.”
“Yeah? You do that. I’d say you’ve got some new material.”
I giggled and shook my head. I did have some new ideas, and if I didn’t get them out of my jumbled brain, I’d lose them. I hadn’t felt so motivated to write in months. Maybe even years.
Grabbing my clothes, I looked over my shoulder, loving that he was still watching me. “I’m going to jump in the shower, then set up my laptop.”
He fluffed his pillow and got cozy in the bed, closing his eyes, a flow blown smile spread across his face. I grinned, knowing I was the reason for it.