8. Samantha
8
SAMANTHA
My morning runs smoothly but I miss having my shadow, Ellie. I know she’ll enjoy the camp this week and oddly—Jake is MIA. I wonder what Ellie got him into now.
I sigh. As if he read my mind, my phone beeps with a text. I gave him my phone number before he headed off with Ellie.
I’m the new coach for outdoor sports.
Congrats!
I chuckle. I had a leisurely morning with him taking Ellie to camp and I’m only now tugging a sundress over my head. I take my time walking to the Inn and enjoy the sounds of nature. The dense fog is lifting and soon it will be hot.
The day sails by and I admit I can’t push Jake from my thoughts. My libido has made a rip-roaring come back and I’m horny just thinking about him. I am anxious to see him again.
I text Jake to see if he’s picking up Ellie and he says he’ll bring her home. I find the day isn’t as hurried as normal with him offering taxi service to my young ward. He and Ellie have taken to each other, and I don’t know what to think of this new development that wasn’t planned.
I’m out of my element. It was serendipitous seeing him at my father’s birthday party and now, to have him here, without the hoopla of the team is—overwhelming in and of itself. We have his undivided attention, and it makes me feel—vulnerable.
Ugh. I hate the word. It’s a gateway to hurt feelings and disappointment. I’ve made Ellie the center of my world. Her, my career, my family, and a few friends are all that matter. I’ve never thought about sharing her with a significant other. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Perhaps we’re just be a one-night stand. A fling. Isn’t that the status quo for men like him? The football jock, the man of the hour, the man who carries the ball into the end zone to the cheers of adoring fans? How can I compete with that?
“What’s on your mind?” Maggie asks as she pulls lasagna out of the oven.
“What?” I ask, being coy.
“You know. Don’t play that card with me. That tall drink of water with the hard body. I’m sure you’ve noticed. How can anyone miss him? And he’s into you.”
“I don’t know about that,” I reply. I shrug off her insinuation that I’m crushing on him.
But I find it’s impossible not to like him. He’s easy on the eye and he’s good with Ellie. And he has a job! But the job is far away and that’s an issue. I have no intentions of leaving Cherry Point.
I carve lasagna and put it in a to-go container under Maggie’s watchful eye.
“Dinner for three?” she teases.
“Maybe,” I smirk. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I add as I carry the food and grab an expensive bottle of wine on my way out.
“I want details,” she hollers after me .
I set the table when Ellie storms into the house like a hurricane. Her wild curls fly in the air and her cheeks are flushed with excitement from her first day at camp. She drops her little backpack with a dramatic thud and kicks off her sneakers, barely missing the hall rug.
“And then Jake made us do… um, cale-sen-tics?” she exclaims, her brows furrowed as she struggles with the word.
I lean against the kitchen counter, hiding a smile behind my coffee mug. “You mean calisthenics, sweetheart,” I say gently, enunciating the word slowly.
Ellie huffs, crossing her arms. “That’s what I said! Cale-sen-tics!”
I can’t help but laugh, setting down my mug and ruffling her curls. “Close enough. You did great, though. Sounds like Jake kept everyone on their toes.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” Ellie admits, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “I’m super popular at camp because Jake’s staying with us. They say he’s famous.”
I raise an eyebrow, amused. “Well, he kind of is,” I reply, my tone light but affectionate. “He’s a big deal in football, you know.”
Ellie snorts. “I don’t even know what famous means. But if it means he makes everyone laugh and does funny jumping jacks, then yeah, he’s famous.”
Before I can respond, the screen door creaks open, and Jake steps inside, freshly showered and changed into a simple T-shirt and worn jeans. His presence fills the room effortlessly, and I catch the subtle grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Speaking of famous,” I tease, “look who’s back.”
Ellie rushes over to him, her excitement renewed. “Jake! Did you know you’re famous?” she demands, hands on her hips like a tiny detective.
Jake chuckles, ruffling her curls. “Is that so? I guess I missed the memo.”
I stand, brushing my hands on my jeans. “You hungry? I was about to put dinner together. You should join us.” It’s more than an ask. I want more of him and I love the sight of him sitting at our family table. Besides, I have plans for dessert.
The warmth in his eyes makes something settle comfortably in my chest. “I’d love to,” he replies.
“Can you open the wine?” I ask as I chop lettuce, tomatoes, and radishes to make salads.
“Sure.” He reaches for the wine bottle on the corner and opens it. I know he knows a fine wine when he sees it and it’s expensive. He catches my glance and cocks an eyebrow at me as if he’s asking the meaning of it.
Damn. He’s too astute. I’m saved from making a reply when Ellie grabs his hand and pulls him toward the table. “And I’ll tell you all about how I’m a camp helper now because I know all the ropes. And I’m popular because everyone knows you.”
Jake smiles and he has the patience of a saint. Ellie might be a bit spoiled because it’s usually just her and I and occasionally Maggie.
I hand Jake two wine glasses and he pours.
Ah, wine, the gift of liquid courage.
I divide the lasagne onto plates. Jake puts the salad on the table and we sit together. Ellie entertains us with camp stories.
After dinner, I help Ellie take a bath and she dresses for bed. I read her a few pages from Harry Potter before I tucked her in and returned to Jake.
I don’t remember what sex feels like because it’s been so long. Sure the pink vibrator helps but it’s not the same as a man touching my body and making me feel—well, like this, nervous, horny, and out of control .
We sit together on the sofa. His cologne mingles with the night air circulating through the screens. The sofa is smaller with his large frame, and then he leans toward me.
I glance up, and his eyes catch them roving over his bulging cock.
He kisses me gently at first, like when we were at my father’s party. I wrap my arms around his neck and fist his hair. Shock waves of desire and his mouth ravages mine. I love the fullness of his lips. Warmth spreads down my body. He holds me in his arms, and I run my hands down his tightly fitted athletic shirt. His muscles are solid. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have the finest body South of the Mason-Dixon line.
His fingers unbutton my blouse, and he moves my bra to cup my breast. Mission accomplished; he rubs his hand over my nipple making it pebble. A shiver runs up my spine as I melt into the sofa and he leans over me. I raise my legs, wrapping them around his waist.
I grab him and discover he’s huge as I stroke him slowly, and watching my hand slide over his huge cock excites me.
He scoops me into his arms. I gasp in surprise when he carries me up the steps.
“I can walk,” I mumble.
“Tonight, I’m in charge,” he says as he reaches the landing, walks to my bedroom door, and kicks it open. He tosses me onto the bed. No sooner do I land, and he’s on top of me, pulling off my shirt, my bra, and everything else follows quickly. We’re both hungry, the days have served as foreplay with stolen glances and small moments that added to my growing need to have him under me, over me, and more importantly, in me.
I gasp when his strong fingers slid down my back and grabs my ass. He pulls me into him as he sucks hard on my neck, I yearn for him to take me. I reach down and grab his hard cock. It’s huge, and the thought of him inside makes me impatient. His fingers slip inside my wet folds.
I can tell by the way he moves his fingers inside of me that he knows his way around a woman’s body. Between his sensual touch and the threat of the unknown, I’m left trembling and hanging, waiting for the next adrenaline rush. When his fingers hit places of pleasure inside my wet pussy, I’m lost in the euphoria and dig my nails into his back.
Sensing my needs, he pulls his fingers out and licks the juice off each one.
He quickly kicks off his shoes and removes his clothes. I grab his hard cock and slowly stroke it while watching the light return to his eyes.
I can tell he’s about to explode when he roughly pulls my hand from his cock. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.” I don’t know why I stayed on it except it’s convenient.
“I’ve not been with someone in…”
“It’s fine,” he whispers against my lips. He rubs the large head of his cock in my opening, and I moan.
“Do you like that?”
“Mm.”
“Tell me you want me.”
The tantric state I’m in has me feeling buzzed. He grabs my hands and pulls my arms over my head. He holds me immobile while his lips latch onto a nipple. He sucks hard, then releases it, flicking it with his tongue until my back arches off the mattress.
I squirm under him. Fuck, this is thrilling.
He grabs one boob and gives it a hearty squeeze. I pull him closer to me, and he buries his face between my breasts. My hands explore his body .
His cock is still at my entrance. I lift my hips to reach it, but he moves away. He’s teasing me.
“Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“Please, Jake,” I beg. I’m wet for him and yearn for his large cock to fill me. My pussy is very hungry for him.
His first thrust is glorious as he penetrates me. He’s so large it takes longer than expected, and it’s as if I’m a virgin again. He pushes harder, gaining ground until his cock is fully inside me.
I groan. This man was made to fuck and suck. He holds my wrists with one hand, and with the other, he tweaks my nipples until they are hard enough to cut cocaine.
I gasp and thrash about. He thrusts into me so hard that my hips respond by rising to meet his. My hips are suspended in the air as we grind on each other. His hard cock hitting places inside me that are so deep they’ve never been touched.
He pumps me harder, his cock slamming into me and pushing me up the bed. I want to touch him, but he’s in control. I’m on the verge of coming. My mind is swimming as he rams his cock inside me again. and I shatter. I scream in ecstasy as my orgasm erupts. I look at his face and his head is tilted back, and his eyes are closed.
He’s so deeply in me I swear his cock will exit my throat. Another orgasm crowns. I feel my vagina being ripped apart by his girth and friction. I come again, and this time, so does he, as I hear him growl and feel him shudder. He holds me to his muscular chest until his cock begins to relax. Then he releases me and lies beside me.
“That was incredible,” he says as soon as he catches his breath.
“It was,” I purr as I snuggle into the crook of his arm.
The night was sleepless. It’s as if I’m a teenager with raging hormones. He cracked me open like a watermelon. We made love all night and before dawn, I fell asleep with him holding me. I nestled my body into his and when the realization hit I could get used to this. Him, me, and us—I can barely contain my contentment.