12. Jake
Chapter twelve
Jake
I don’t even try to resist. It’s inevitable. She’s in my arms and her hand is on my cock. I feel my cock’s head rubbing against her shorts, knowing she’s wet for me underneath. I push my tongue in her mouth, her grip on the back of my neck unforgiving.
My hands move to her clothes, leaving her in her bikini underneath. I grasp the smooth skin off her ass, biting at her lips as she breaks the kiss. My eyes are closed as she strokes me, then the feel of her mouth surrounds my cock and I grunt, eyes flying open.
Allie is on her knees, wriggling out of her bikini, breasts bouncing as she teases my cock, taking me deep. Her lips kiss and suck me until I know I’m going to cum.
“Allie, stop,” I groan out. “I want to—” I pause, my mind clear enough from the haze of pleasure to know I don’t want to fuck her. I want to make love to her. How did it come to this? Can I even say those words out loud? They feel foreign to me.
She reaches out and flicks the water off, sliding her teeth along my cock until it pops out of her mouth.
“If we’re going to have sex, then I’m going to do all the work.” Her eyes leave no room for argument.
I wink at her, lifting her up with my good arm. “Half the work.”
I carry her to my bed and sit on the edge with her in my lap. Her naked pussy is full of arousal and hunger for me. She dances on my cock, teasing me until I growl.
“I will cum right now,” I warn her, capturing her pink nipples with my mouth, one by one. I feel her shift on my lap and she lifts up before slowly sliding down on my cock.
Our eyes meet in that now-familiar lustful gaze. She lets her lips part as she moans as her walls stretch around my girth. One hand is on my bum arm, forcing it to lay by my side, and the other is on my good shoulder, using it as leverage to grind and move on my cock. She’s so lost in the moment, so primal in her movements.
I bite her shoulder gently and then her neck, finding her lips and kissing her. “Why are we like this?” I ask against her lips. “Why are we crazy?”
Her eyes glaze over as she finds her orgasm. She silences me with a shudder, moving up and down faster and faster. I rest my forehead against her shoulder, each attempt to help her by moving my hips is met with resistance. She wants me to be still. But all I want to do is ravage her.
“Yes, that’s it,” I say, feeling a tightness in my core. I’m going to cum and it’s going to be big, all the pent up energy from the day building in my body.
I feel her hard nipples brush against my face as she uses her thighs and knees to thrust me into her again and again, lifting up and then coming down on my raging hard cock. My good hand cups her ass as I bury my face in those soft breasts. Finally, I’m there. I release into her, my hand gripping her hip to make her stop her movements. I growl out her name, sending goosebumps across her creamy skin.
“No. Not yet,” I say huskily as she tries to get off of me. “Stay.”
I want her on me, near me, her arms around my neck. I feel safe here, as if the uncertainty of the future doesn’t exist. As if everything is as it should be… the opposite of my reality.
Finally, I grow soft in her and she lifts just so to let me slip out. I want to carry her to the tub and put her in the warm water, washing her skin with my bare hands, feeling every inch of her.
But that’s not real life. In real life, I’m no prince charming. I’m an injured athlete. An invalid. And when she slides off me and holds her hand out to lead me into the bathroom, something dies a little inside me. Part of my masculinity.
I’m quiet as I sink into the water while she turns the jets on and gets into the shower. This is all wrong. I can’t have the woman I’m into—the woman I like—taking care of me like I’m a child. I seethe with frustration in the tub. Instead of relaxing, I’m tense when she comes back, towel wrapped around her, hair wet and wavy around her shoulders.
“Sit up,” she says softly.
I know I look like the Grinch, but she’s being patient. I sit up and she starts to massage my bum shoulder, that tender spot between my shoulder blade and my spine. I almost cry it hurts so badly. The sex we had in the media room set me back, though I won’t admit it to her—or anyone.
But as I lean into her touch and try to relax, I start to feel better. The pills I once relied on to give me a quick hit of pain relief seem like a distant memory. Allie’s fingers sink deeper and deeper into my tissue the more I relax and soon, something pops. I feel it deep in my muscle. It feels like a bolt of lightning hit me and then I feel no pain.
Allie sits back on her heels where she’s kneeling by the tub, her towel falling to her waist, exposing two beautiful, natural breasts. They push together as she shrugs happily. “You need to relax more, Jake. Every time you do, I’m able to push the rib and the muscle back into place, removing the pressure.”
I try not to stare at her breasts, my cock growing hard in the water again. I follow her pale skin up to her neck and then to her face, lost in her beauty.
“If we can keep you like this, with everything in place, then we have a shot at the inflammation going down and staying down,” she concludes, standing to her feet as if her work is done for now. The towel is in a puddle at her feet, her soft, bare pussy just above eye level with me.
I clear my throat and reach out for her thigh, cupping her leg and pulling her to me. “I think I owe you one,” I say, thinking of the blow job she gave me. I hazard a look up at her, a jolt of need racing through me at the look of lust in her blue eyes. She wants me too.
“I want you to sit on my face,” I say huskily.
She studies me and then studies my posture. “Get comfortable,” she says in a bossy tone. “I need you fully relaxed.”
I smirk at her. “Yes, ma’am.” I slide down into the water. “Come to me,” I say.
She places her knees one on each side of the oval end of the tub, opening her pussy wide to me, hovering just over my face. She relaxes further into her knees, lowering herself onto my tongue.
I hear her sigh and then moan as I use my tongue to make love to her pink lips and tight little bundle of nerves. With my good hand, I run a finger down her ass, spanking her and then running my finger down between her cheeks, making her squirm as I repeat the motion. She gives in to my touch, letting me toy and play with her from her pussy all the way to the top of her ass.
Oh, the things I want to do to her…
***
I reach for her when I wake up the next morning, feeling more rested than I have for a long time. I groan, remembering that our secret sex is just that—a secret. There’s no way she’d be in my bed all night with Coach and Jones in my house.
But instead of cold sheets next to me, I feel a warm body… a warm naked body. I breathe in her scent. It’s Allie. I pull her to me, nestling my face in her hair. Instinctively, I reach my hand down to her pussy, my cock hard in my underwear. When did I put on underwear? My mind slowly wakes up. I glance at my wall clock. It’s after eight in the morning.
As an athlete, I’m up with the dawn and off to morning practice. But that was before my injury. I kiss her neck.
“Someone decided to be risky last night, huh?” I ask her, feeling her squirm beside me as she wakes up.
“Someone decided they needed three orgasms—two of which happened after midnight,” she says and yawns in a cute little O shape. Then she freezes and sits up, the sheet falling away. “Oh my God! What time is it? I stayed in your room!”
A knock sounds on my door. “You’re late for breakfast,” Coach’s rumbling voice calls out. “I called you three times. Also, your PT isn’t in her room. Any ideas where she went last night?”
Allie throws the sheet off, standing naked by my bed, frantically trying to gather her thoughts, looking around for her clothes. “What am I going to do?” she hisses.
“Not my day to watch her,” I grouch out. “I’m up. Just give me a minute and I’ll come out.”
Allie and I lock eyes as we hear Coach sigh and then amble off down the hallway.
“This is so bad!” she says in a hushed voice. “I can’t walk out there in my bikini and cover up from yesterday. How can I get to my room without being seen?”
“You could always wear some of my clothes.” I try not to laugh at how stressed out Allie looks.
She gives me an icy look. “This is my job we’re talking about here. I can’t afford to lose it.”
That sobers up my sense of humor real fast. She’s right. It’s like she said in her little speech to me last night—there’s more to my recovery than just me. It impacts more than just me. And our secret sex impacts more than just me, too. I rub a hand across my face, forcing a plan to take shape in my mind.
“Okay. I’ll get up and insist that Coach and I eat outside on my terrace by the pool. I’ll text you when we’re out there. Then you can just run down the hallway to your room and no one will know.”
“The chef will know!” Allie squeals.
I give her a look as she paces, breasts swaying, ass jiggling.
“I don’t even know that girl’s name. She won’t notice you.” I follow her naked body as she paces. “But I am noticing that body of yours—if you don’t stop, I’m going to need to fuck again. Hard.” I grin at her.
She tries to be mad, but her eyes soften when she looks at me. “You’re awfully horny for a guy who can’t be on top,” she teases me.
“Ouch.” I pretend to be offended. She gives her shoulders a little shake to torture me, then grows nervous, looking around.
“Where’s my phone, Jake? And my bag? I brought them to the pool party yesterday…”
I shrug, reaching under the sheets and into my underwear to stroke my hard cock. “Just a quickie, Allie. No one will know.” When she pauses, I add, “Look in the bathroom. That’s where we lost all our clothes last night.”
We share a smile and I can see the lust grow on her face at the thought of riding me again.
“Let me get my phone, then I think a quickie can be arranged.” She disappears into the bathroom but comes out empty-handed two seconds later. A quick look around the room and then she grows pale. “Shit. It’s in the living room. I dropped it there before we came in here! Oh my God. Everyone will know I’m in this house… but not in my room! They’ll know I’m here in your room.”
I’m about to remind her that only Coach is here and apparently he’s too lost in his own little world to notice her phone and back in the open plan living room by the entryway.
But then the door to my room bursts open. My hand goes over the sheets so fast I impress myself with my agility. My erection dies instantly when I see who is standing there, eyes blazing. Allie squeals and jumps, hands covering her essentials, one of her breasts and the other over her pussy.
“What the actual fuck!” Kenz bellows, racoon eyed in last night’s makeup and dress, eyes looking between Allie and me.