Chapter 10
Beth
I got through the remainder of the week without the entire company knowing that Jacob and I became a thing. I had a lot of work that Tyson had me doing that took me out of the office and all around the Bay Area, while Jacob was busy working on the marketing end for next summer’s line. He did try to come over again after work a few times through the week. Luckily, I’m not a complete hermit and had plans like yoga, drinks with friends, or washing my hair. I didn’t want to make myself so readily available to him so often, but I give him kudos for making so much effort.
I’m extremely glad that the other night happened, but on the other hand, I’m worried that we’re jumping the gun and moving too fast. I’m leaning toward the fact that I’m glad we’re sleeping together. Okay, who am I kidding - I’m extremely happy that we slept together again, and I’m not going to deny my body that pleasure any longer, especially if he’s willing to contribute to the cause.
The cause being to keep my vag well fed by his perfect man-meat!
That’s why, when he texted me about getting together on Saturday night, my hormones took over and I obliged. I did insist though that we did something entertaining not involving the only the bedroom. That’s not to say the end of the night wouldn’t end up there. I hope that it does.
I went to his penthouse, which I will say that I’ve never been inside without someone else as a buffer. I am quite flabbergasted that I feel like a schoolgirl as I press the ”P” and the pass code for his floor. The entire floor is his. I can’t help but wonder how many other women have been here. I try to push that thought out of my mind,reminding myself that the past doesn’t matter; what matters is the present, the here and now.
I straighten my posture just before the doors open into the entryway. Jacob is leaning against a gray couch with his hands in his pockets. He’s studying his shoes or something on the' floor moments before our eyes meet. And when our eyes meet, he smiles. Not just some fake “I’m happy to see you” smile, but a sincere smile with a glint in his eyes. The crinkle at the corner is genuine and the corners of his mouth perk up just the right amount and it’s not too overdone. He pushes off the couch as I step across the threshold and into his space. Noting the marble floors, the white crown molding and the white baseboards tell me that the walls aren’t exactly white and they aren’t exactly grey. He comes to stand in front of me, places his hands on my upper arms and pulls me in to kiss me on the lips softly.
“I have dinner ready for us in the theater.”
“Theater?”
“Yeah, come on, I’ll show you.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to follow him. He stops in the kitchen and helps me take off my jacket, places my purse on the counter, then grabs my hand again and leads me down a hallway.
We enter a dimly lit room with four rows of love seats side by side. It’s a fancy version of a movie theater, but with the kind of seats that you would pick for your own personal living room. At the front of the room is a giant – and I mean giant! – screen and now I get why he said ‘theater’ because it’s his own private theater. He motions to the middle of the center aisle, where there is a table set up with two plates and a bottle of wine in a chiller.
“I hope that you’re not allergic to nuts. Crap! Are you allergic to nuts? I’m an idiot!” He face palms and shakes his head.
“No, we’re all good.” I place my hand on his arm.
“Do you like pesto?” He peers at me through the cracks of his fingers covering the majority of his face.
“Love it,” I respond honestly. Pesto is one of my favorite things. Points for Jacob.
He sighs with a smile and motions for me to sit down as he takes his seat.
“Do you cook?” I ask.
“I do sometimes, but this meal, I ordered. I can cook, but it’s simple shit like unflavored chicken, or pasta with canned sauce. I can BBQ like a boss though.” he says proudly and I smile.
Dinner was delicious and as soon as we were finished, he put on movie that I’ve never seen or heard of before, some comedy with Vince Vaughn in it. While we watched, his hand would trace the lines and creases on my skin. He wasn’t doing it to be sexual, he was doing it to keep touching me and I wasn’t going to lie, I was enjoying the contact. I was anticipating how the remainder of the evening would go, so much so that I barely paid attention to the movie.
As his fingers drew circles on my upper thigh, I was wondering if I was staying over for the night. Hoping that he didn’t ask me what I thought of the movie or attempt to have any intellectual conversation about the plot, I’m nervous when he turns to me after the credits begin rolling.
“You tired, or you want another movie?”
What about the sex? The cause that he unknowingly signed up for?
“I’m tired and yet I’m not.” I say, hoping that he gets the hint.
“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” He smiles.
He pushes aside the table with what’s left of our food from dinner, and guides me out of the theater room, then down the hallway to a set of French doors. He nudges one of the doors open and we enter what looks like his bedroom. He motions in the direction of another door, explaining it’s the bathroom, and then to another indicating a closet. He then sits at the edge of the bed and smiles at me.
“Come over here,” he says quietly.
I close the gap between us and stand directly in front of him. The height of the bed puts his eyes right in front of my breasts. Instead of staring at them as I was expecting, he wraps his arms loosely around me and pulls me into him. He lays his cheek on my right breast and breathes me in. His hands travel down and his palms grasp my ass. With a little squeeze and a groan from his throat, he turns his head and nuzzles himself into my cleavage further moaning his appreciation for the contact.
“I want to do so many things to your body. But all I’m going to do to with you tonight is a little bit of this and a little bit of that.” he says.
“What do you mean, a little bit of this and a little bit of that?” I ask, with hope in my tone.
“I want to make you feel good.”
Jacob
I’m forcing myself to take things slow with Beth. Granted, we’ve slept together again and every fiber of my being is screaming at me right now for not taking her and possessing her body as soon as she came over tonight. I know that whatever this is between us is different than any fuck that I’ve had in the past, and while my head knows that, my body – specifically my dick – needs to get the memo too. Not every encounter needs to have sex involved. She even mentioned doing something not involving the bedroom festivities, but I doubt that she meant all night, especially since she hinted in her tone that we were gonna fuck. So now is the time. I’m going to adore her body, pay attention to all her cues, and kiss every area of skin that I can as I memorize her body. I will give to her and not take anything in return except the satisfaction that my woman is happy.
I am determined to make this relationship different. I’ve gone through most of my adult life fucking and working. I never met a woman that I could see spending more than one night with until Beth. But Beth was out of my reach; in a way, she was too good for me. I refused to believe that she and I could ever be a thing, because for so long thinking that my brother and her had a secret thing going on. Only to learn that was far from the truth. I still tried my best to look at her as a friend, as a colleague. It only took a night with many tequila shots to get a taste.
When we hooked up previously, it was fucking aces and I wanted nothing more than to continue hooking up and possibly see what could happen between the two of us. Instead, I ran like a dog with its tail between its legs because of that fucking word commitment. I kicked myself in the ass several times between the morning that I left her apartment and when we finally made the choice to move forward. Like the asshole that I am trying not to be anymore, I pretended that it didn’t happen. It only took her pretending to date that surfer guy for me to see that someone else could take what was mine, and what should have been mine all along. My eyes were opened up to the possibility that I was ready to be committed to someone, and she was the only individual I wanted that with.
“Scoot up.” I instruct as I pull Beth down on the bed beside me.
I stand and begin removing my clothing, my eyes never leaving hers as I notice the fire behind them as she licks her lips. When I’m only wearing my briefs, I climb back onto the bed and begin pulling her pants down her long tan legs as she lies down fully.
“I want you to know that I’ve never brought anyone up here.” I say, as I pull her leg through.
The questions in her eyes are evident.
“I’m telling you because I want you to know how important this is, what we’re doing. Who you are to me. No one has ever been to my apartment aside from my immediate family. No one has ever been in my bed, I didn’t do sleepovers, ever.”
“You slept over my house.” she points out.
“I did.” I say, nodding as I lower myself down beside her to not crush her with my weight. The meaning behind my words melts into her mind and I see the understanding of what I’m telling her happen before my eyes.
“I want you to take off your top.” Before I finished the sentence, she had her tank top over her head and her hands were working the front clasp of her bra with eagerness.
She starts struggling, so I push her hands away with a laugh. “I hate bras; they’re like jail for boobs.” I lean down and pull the peak of her nipple between my teeth. With my hand, I squeeze the other for good measure as she exhales and I toss her bra to the floor and pull off my boxers.
I lean back up and clasp her jaw in my hand and kiss her feverishly. I put all my energy into the kiss as I roll her over on top of me. I feel the warmth from her center hovering over my dick. Instinctively, I grasp her hip and bring it down so that we’re touching. I grind myself into her, but continue the kiss as she tries to pull back. She moans in the back of her throat and pushes into me. My dick rubs against her folds, as her wetness soaks the crotch of my boxers. I need to take control, otherwise I will blow my load in my boxers and that goes against what I want: her pleasure. If she did come, it would make her happy, but I’m determined that every piece of her needs to be cherished, not just her lady parts. I roll her back over and settle on my forearms above her, kissing down her neck, trailing a wetness from our mixed saliva down her collarbone and down between her tits.
Her hips haven’t stopped moving as she rubs against my thigh, then my mid-section and now with my face hovering over her mound, I can smell her sweet intoxicating scent. I lick my lips and move the panel of her panties to the side as I swipe my tongue from top to bottom. She lets out a moan and arches her back at the contact, pushing herself further into me and gripping the bedsheets.
“I told you that I was going to make you feel good and I’m a man of my word.” I say, finally removing her panties.
I kissed the insides of both her thighs, and make my way back to her apex. With my thumb, I bring her hidden clit to the forefront. I rub it in a circle pattern and then take the bud in my mouth. My fingers move in and out of her fluidly with the beating of my heart. My dick is hard as stone as I lick and suck. I rut myself against the mattress as there was no sense in denying myself the friction when I have this gorgeous creature laid out in front of me. I know this moment isn’t about me, but just the little friction helps ease the pressure. I have a need to consume her as her hips lift with every withdrawal of my digits. The quickening of her breath and the low mumbles tumbling out of her mouth made my dick even harder, knowing that I am supplying this experience for her. While I may not know how it feels for a female to be fingered and receive head, I do know what it’s like to chase that orgasm, and I had every intention to give her multiple. Her silky center begins to milk my fingers as it quivers and pulses, while her breaths become quicker and the noises coming out of her become more animalistic.
She comes and it feels as if my fingers are in a Chinese death trap. I keep sucking on her sensitive nub as she grinds her pussy on my face. Her juices drip down my chin and onto the bed. I growl as I pick up the pace of my fingers while her orgasm rolls. When her back settles on the bed and she slows her motions against my mouth, I slowly withdraw my fingers, lay a kiss to her mound and then her thigh and look at her.
Never before have I seen anything as beautiful as Beth in the afterglow of an orgasm.