Chapter 8
Dad is already in bed by the time Jacob’s car drops me off. I pad silently to my room and strip off the jeans and then the little dress I’ve been wearing all evening. I know I should shower — I’m coated in a fine film of sweat, not to mention other fluids — but I can’t bear to wash away the smell and feeling of the evening. Not yet, anyway.
I flop down on my bed, trying to be quiet so that I won’t wake Dad up. I blow out a long breath that’s equal parts frustration and satisfaction.
The orgasm Jacob had given me on the table at Babylon had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. My body still felt like jelly, even now. I had no idea it could feel that way — to be honest, if I did, I probably would have had sex a lot sooner.
Then again, I don’t know if it would always feel like that, or if it’s something about Jacob himself. Somehow, I get the feeling that other guys — especially guys my age — might not be quite so talented in that department.
I think about Blondie — the guy from the club the other night, the one with the earrings and the frosted tips and the embarrassing little moustache — and wonder if he knows how to eat pussy the way Jacob does.
Something tells me no.
I flick off the lamp and turn my pillow over, trying to get comfortable. My pussy is still aching, and all I can think about is when I’m going to get to finally feel Jacob claim my virginity. All my earlier trepidation is gone, replaced by pure lust. Maybe it’s just the post-orgasm haze talking, but I already can’t wait to see Jacob again.
I fall asleep like that, imagining him holding me down and plunging his cock deep inside me. I’m surprised I get any sleep at all, but strangely, I sleep like a baby.
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Dad is gone when I get up, and part of me is relieved that he isn’t around to ask me about my date. I still don’t know how I’m going to tell him about Jacob, but for now I’m making that future-Lily’s problem.
I get up and make a full pot of coffee, even though it’s just me, and put two frozen waffles into the toaster. When they’re ready, I add butter and maple syrup and practically inhale them whole. Despite the huge steak I ate last night, along with the whole plate of fries and all the wine, I feel ravenous this morning.
While I eat, I can’t help but think about Jacob and Dad. What exactly had happened between them? They’d worked together for years without issue, at least not that Dad had let on. Then suddenly, Jacob was going to prison, Dad was no longer working there, and the company had been put in a trust. It had been such a whirlwind at the time, and it had all happened when Mom was at her most sick, so I’d never really give it much thought before.
When I had asked Jacob last night, he’d gotten angry — the only time all night that I didn’t feel like I had at least some control in the situation. He really didn’t want to talk about what happened with my father. Ironically, that only made me more curious.
I finish breakfast and then finally shower and spend some time getting ready for my afternoon date — or whatever it is. I pluck a few stray hairs, touch up a spot where my nail polish has chipped, and spend an inordinate amount of time blow drying and straightening my hair. When it comes time to get dressed, though, I feel lost. Sarah had helped me pick out my dress for last night, but neither of us had thought as far ahead as a second date, so I have no idea what in the world to wear today.
I text Sarah but I know she works at the diner on Saturdays and they’re pretty strict about making her keep her phone away during her shift. When I don’t hear back from her, I start flipping through my closet.
I finally settle on a mint green flowered sundress. It’s casual, so I hope we aren’t going anywhere too fancy, but it seems right for an afternoon date.
I have just enough time to pull on the dress and add a slick of pale peach lip gloss, when my phone buzzes.
We’re a block away.
I don’t recognize the number, but I know it has to be him. I grab my cell phone and my purse and step out under the portico, locking the door while I wait for Jacob. I pray Dad won’t arrive home in the meantime — I don’t know what would happen if those two met up again right now, but judging by Jacob’s reaction to my questions last night, it won’t be anything good.
I breathe a sigh of relief when Jacob’s black luxury Escalade pulls up in front of the house. I run down to the car before they can even get out.
Instead of sliding over, Jacob pulls me onto his lap. His lips find mine immediately and I’m so surprised that I automatically wind my arms around his neck and kiss him back. His tongue is stroking mine and his hands are roaming my body and it takes only moments before I’m a quivering mass of jelly. His hands are so big and strong, and when he cups my tits or my ass, it feels like he’s claiming me somehow, like he’s making sure I know that I belong to him.
“I’m glad you decided to ditch the jeans this time,” he murmurs, sliding his hand up my bare thigh. “But I thought it was supposed to be the style?”
I laugh. “Well… I might have exaggerated that part.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Where are we going, anyway?” I’m tucked up into the crook of his arm right now, and frankly I wouldn’t mind if we just spent the afternoon driving around like this.
“You’ll see,” Jacob says. He has a slight smile, though it’s as magnanimous as always.
We do end up driving for a while, and he doesn’t stop kissing me the entire time. He only stops when the car does.
I look out the tinted windows. We’re on 5th Avenue, right in midtown Manhattan.
I look at Jacob in confusion. “The Empire State Building?”
“Come on.”
He opens the door and pulls me out of the car. The Escalade pulls away and disappears quickly into the flow of traffic. Jacob takes my hand and leads me into the lobby of the building.
I have to admit, I’m surprised. Shocked, more like it. Jacob doesn’t strike me as the type to do the typical tourist thing, and he definitely doesn’t strike me as the type to be willing to wait in line for hours just to ride an elevator.
But when we push into the lobby, I look around in surprise. The lobby is completely empty. There’s only a small placard, hanging on a velvet rope, that reads “Closed for a private event.”
I tug on Jacob’s hand. “I think they’re closed,” I whisper.
“Lily,” he says, shaking his head and grinning. “You’re going to have to get used to this.”
Instead of leaving, he drags me towards the elevators. The security guards only nod at him.
Jacob puts his hands on my lower back as I look around in confusion. It isn’t until we’re in the massive elevator — alone — that it dawns on me.
“You reserved the whole thing? The entire freaking Empire State Building?”
He shrugs, but there’s a playful grin crossing his lips that is surprisingly un-Jacob-like.
“I told you… prison made me not want to spend too much time around the people. I want wide open spaces. It doesn’t get any more wide open than the top of the Empire State Building.”
“You’re crazy,” I say, laughing and shaking my head.
Jacob pulls me to him roughly. His lips are instantly buried in my hair, and he groans.
“You make me crazy,” he says.
“Are you … are you going to fuck me on the Empire State Building?”
“Hmm,” he says, running his lips along my neck. “There’s an idea.”
My legs are already starting to shake as Jacob reaches down and cups my ass.
Is it wrong that I kinda just want him to fuck me right in this elevator? What’s gotten in to me? Two days and I’m drunk on his very presence.
The ride to the observation deck is long, but it isn’t long enough, and by the time the doors slide open, I only feel desperate for more of him.
He leads me into the lobby of the 86th floor. It’s completely empty. Just like in the restaurant last night, I feel like I need to whisper in the eerily empty space.
“This is crazy,” I hiss. “You’re crazy.”
“I told you, Lily — I’ve been in prison. That means I have no desire to spend any more time being crammed in with other people. I want to enjoy the things I want, and I want to be able to do it at my leisure. As I please.” His eyes seem to burn into me as he says that, and I shiver, even though the lobby isn’t cold.
“Come on,” Jacob says. “I want to show you something.”
We step out onto the outside observation deck. The view of the city sprawls out in front of us, as impressive as I always imagined it would be from up here.
“Look at this,” Jacob says. He sounds as satisfied as I feel. “Do you know what this is, Lily?”
“New York?”
He shakes his head. “This is freedom. This is all I dreamed about when I was locked in prison. The taste of fresh air. Of an open vista. Of a beautiful woman standing next to me.”
He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me to him.
Together we look out over the city. From here you can see more than Manhattan. It feels like you can see half the goddamn state.
Jacob is standing behind me, and his powerful arms are wrapped around my waist. I feel so tiny in his arms, like I’m nothing more than a fairy in the palm of his hand. Like he could set me in pocket if he wanted to … or crush me into oblivion.
Jacob presses his body closer to mine, and I can feel his erection pressing into me. I wriggle backwards against him, and he lets out a soft groan.
“I love the feel of this,” he murmurs, into my hair, which is whipping around in the wind.
“What? Freedom?”
“No,” he growls. “You.”
He pushes my hair to the side and grazes his lips across the nape of my neck. His, hands, which have been wrapped around my waist, start roaming higher, cupping my breasts and massaging them through my dress. I press backwards against him, using the concrete ledge in front of me as leverage.
Jacob is kissing a long trail along my neck now, tugging at the neckline of my dress so he can kiss the soft skin of my back. His hands leave my breasts and travel lower, across my stomach, my hips. They lift at the hem of my dress and then he’s stroking my thighs. His touch is hot, a stark contrast to the cool breeze up here.
He puts one foot in between my feet and uses it to kick my legs further apart. I gasp as he puts his hands on the inside of my thighs. He moves them up further, further, further, until he’s pressing against my heat.
Jacob pushes my panties aside roughly, and the feeling of his fingers sliding through my folds nearly undoes me. I’m so wet for him, so ready, that if he were to bend me over right now, I would let him slide his cock right into me. I wouldn’t care that we were on top of the Empire State Building, that we were basically in public, that I couldn’t even see his face.
I want him.
I reach my hand back, feeling his groin. His bulge is huge under my hand, and I remember how it felt yesterday to wrap my lips around it, to take him in my mouth.
“Jacob,” I say and then trail off.
He lets go of me with one hand, and I feel him reach back, moving something behind me. Seconds later, I realize that what he was doing was undoing his zipper. His hard cock butts up against me and I shimmy backwards again, trying to get as close to him as I possibly can, to let him find my entrance. Is this really about to happen?
His cock plunges between my legs, but not into my pussy, where I really want it. He’s only between my thighs, rubbing across my lips. It feels good, but frustrating at the same time.
“Touch your clit, Lily,” he grunts as he thrusts between my legs. “I want to feel you playing with yourself. I want the whole city to watch you come.”
His words make my whole body shake. This is crazy — isn’t it? But my hand is already slipping down between my legs, parting my folds and finding my swollen nub. There’s so much wetness already that my fingertip slips easily across my clit. I’m sure some of it is from Jacob, and the thought of mixing his fluids with mine as I make small circles around my clit turns me on even more.
“Jacob, I feel…” I trail off, my voice turning to short pants.
“You feel what, Lily?”
“I feel so good. You make me feel so good. I want you to fuck me.”
“Not yet, Lily.” He growls and I whimper. “This is all you get for now. But maybe next time. If you’re good.”
He plants another kiss on the back of my neck as he thrusts his hips hard against me. I squeeze my thighs, trying to grip his cock as tightly as I can, to get as much friction as possible. His fat cock is all I can think about and all I can feel.
It takes only a few more thrusts before I feel the dam breaking over me. Then I’m leaning into the railing, rubbing my clit furiously as I scream. Jacob comes immediately after me. Hot ropes of come shoot out of him, soaking my thighs and dribbling down my legs.
He squeezes his arms around my waist and leans his head against my back, and for a minute we both just concentrate on catching our breath. The city beneath us is unchanged — from up here, the cars and people are just specks, moving in intricate patterns. To them, we must only be specks too, two dots on the Observation Deck, and they have no idea what naughty things we’ve been up to.
When my breathing finally returns to normal, I turn to face Jacob, splaying my hands across his chest.
“What next?” I say, smiling up at him. It’s ridiculous how much I’ve already come to enjoy being in his company. There is something so assertive and dominant about him that I feel instantly calmer in his presence, like I can breathe easier. I’ve spent so much time since Mom died just worrying… about Dad, about our finances, about my future. With Jacob, I feel like I can just let all of that go.
“Now I take you home,” he says.
“What?” My voice comes out strained. “I thought we would …”
“You thought we would what, Lily?” His voice sounds suddenly terse.
I don’t know what to say. I thought he would take me home with him, and finally fuck me senseless. Or I thought at least he would want to spend the rest of the afternoon together, maybe doing more of the things he didn’t get to do when he was in prison. The last thing I expected was for him to bring me up to the Empire State Building, enjoy a few stolen moments together, and then bring me back home.
“Nothing,” I say, trying to smile. “I have plans tonight anyway.” That’s a lie, but I’m sure I can rope Sarah into some girl time.
Jacob’s eyes darken a little, but then he nods. “Good.”
We don’t speak again until we’re downstairs, when Jacob holds the door of the Escalade open for me and says, “After you.”
My mind races the entire silent ride home, but every time I sneak a glance over at Jacob, he’s staring expressionless out the window.