Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
Jacob
I flick on the monitors, and there she is—Bella, moving in her own world, unaware that I'm watching. My breath hitches every damn time.
The screen's glow washes over me, and it's like I can almost feel her skin under my fingertips. It's a compulsion I can't shake, and honestly, who the hell would want to?
"Fuck," I mutter as I lean back in my chair, my hand moving of its own accord to the zipper of my jeans. I can't pull my gaze away from her as I fist my cock. The rhythm she moves with is hypnotic, an unknowing tease. She's wearing those tight leggings again, the ones that hug her athletic curves like they're made just for her. And that ponytail swishing as she powers through another set of drills like she’s on the court—it's enough to drive any man wild.
The need builds in me, hot and urgent, as I watch her exercise in her living room on my screen.
And I give in, fully and without hesitation, stroking my cock up and down, faster and faster, fisiting the tip, imagining it’s her pussy, her mouth.
Because this private moment between screens and miles, it feels like something sacred. Just Bella and me—even if she doesn't know it.
Just as I'm about to hit the edge, my phone buzzes with a new message, cutting through the haze of my lust.
It's her . Bella. I swipe at the screen with my free hand, heart pounding in a different way now.
Hey stranger, up for round two?
Her text lights up the screen.
It’s ridiculous but seeing Bella type ‘round two’ makes me think of how she’d look freshly fucked, her lips pink, her hair tousled, as she suggests another.
And I nut. Long and so hard it makes me gasp.
I quickly clean up my stick mess and rush to give her a response.
"Round two" sounds like a promise of something more, something better.
You betcha.
Her reply comes fast.
Tonight? You pick the place?
My fingers fly across the screen.
Can't wait.
Anticipation coils in me, tight and eager. This is it. Another chance to be with her, for real this time, not just through a lens.
Me neither ??
It’s all she sends back, but it's enough to make my imagination run wild with possibilities.
Tonight, I'll see her in the flesh, feel her warmth, hear her laugh. No screens, no distance—just Bella and me, together.
The clock ticks slowly toward our date, each second stretching out longer than the last. I try to distract myself with the usual routine, but nothing works. All I can think about is Bella and the night ahead of us. The anticipation is a slow burn, a fire I'm stoking with every passing minute until I can finally see her, touch her, taste her. And when I do, I’ll make sure she knows just how much she's gotten under my skin.
"Get ready, Bella. Tonight, you're all mine." I whisper the words to the empty room, a vow spoken to the lingering image on the screen before I power everything down.
Tonight will be different.
Tonight, I'll have her without barriers, without the safety of distance, and I intend to savor every single second.
As the sun dips lower in the sky, painting the city in hues of orange and gold, my excitement builds to an almost unbearable pitch. I dress carefully, choosing a dark shirt that sets off the blue of my eyes and black jeans that fit just right. I want to look my best for Bella, to show her that I'm just as worthy of her time outside of the hospital or our heated texts.
I choose a cozy little bistro with dim lighting and a private atmosphere. It's the kind of place where conversations can linger and privacy is respected—a perfect spot for what I have in mind. I get there early, nerves jittering under my skin like static electricity. I order a bourbon, neat, and nurse it slowly while I wait.
The door swings open and there she is—Bella in all her captivating beauty. Her hair is down today, cascading in waves over her shoulders, and she’s wearing a simple yet stunning dress that clings to her like a second skin. My throat tightens at the sight of her, every detail burned into my memory: the way she smiles as she spots me, the confident stride as she walks over. She’s breathtaking.
"Hey, you," she greets me, her voice warm and thrillingly familiar.
"Hi," I manage back, standing up to pull her into a hug that lingers just long enough to make my heart race. "You look incredible."
"So do you," Bella replies, her eyes scanning me appreciatively before we both sit down.
We order food but it's clear neither of us has much interest in it. The conversation flows effortlessly—about our days, our dreams, little anecdotes that make us laugh—but underneath it all runs a current of anticipation, pulling us inevitably toward what we both know is coming.
As dinner winds down, our touches grow more frequent: my hand brushing hers on the table, her leg pressing against mine. Each contact sends a jolt through me, hot and electric.
"You want to get out of here?" I whisper finally, unable to wait any longer.
Her response is immediate and eager. "Yes."
We skip dessert and head straight for my apartment nearby. The city lights blur past us as we walk, our bodies close but not touching, each step crackling with unspoken promise.
Inside my apartment, I hardly have time to lock the door before our hands are on each other. It’s like we’re two forces colliding. We can’t stay apart.
We kiss hungrily as if making up for all the lost time when screens separated us. Her hands roam over my back. Mine clutch at her waist, pulling her closer still.
The heat between us is undeniable, a magnetic pull that has us stumbling through my apartment, our lips locked in a fierce battle of desire. Clothes shed like autumn leaves, falling away to reveal the hunger etched in every curve and muscle. Bella's hands roam over my chest, her touch igniting wildfires across my skin.
"Jacob," she breathes out, and it's all the invitation I need.
I press her against the wall, my body molding to hers as if we're two halves of a whole desperate to become one. The intensity in her eyes reflects my own—raw, unbridled passion that can't be contained. She wraps her legs around me, and I lift her effortlessly, the strength honed from days spent positioning patients for X-rays now serving a far more pleasurable purpose.
"Tell me you want this," I whisper against her lips, needing to hear the words as much as she needs to say them.
"God, yes. I want you, Jacob."
Her admission is a key turning the lock of my restraint, and I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down with a reverence reserved for something precious. My hands and mouth worship every inch of her athletic form, my name falling from her lips like a prayer as I taste the sweat on her skin, a tangy sweetness that drives me wild.
It's not enough to just have her. I want to claim her, possess her in a way that leaves no doubt she's mine .
As I enter her, a possessive growl escapes me, low and primal. Her nails dig into my back, urging me deeper, and that's all the encouragement I need.
"You're mine, Bella," I assert, each thrust punctuating my words. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender. "I'm yours, Jacob."
Hearing her confirm it fuels my desire. She’s got me going crazy. I fuck into her harder, faster.
The meticulous, detail-oriented man who thrives on precision and order gives way to base instincts, to a possessiveness that shocks even me with its intensity.
"Only mine," I insist through gritted teeth, the world narrowing down to the point where our bodies connect.
"Only yours," she echoes back, her bright brown eyes locking onto mine with a fierceness that matches my own.
The bond between us tightens, a coil wound to its breaking point until it snaps, sending us spiraling into ecstasy.
“Fuck, Bella!” I growl as I feel her pussy orgasm around me, milking the cum from my cock.
Our climax is a cataclysmic event that shakes the foundations of my very being, reshaping everything I thought I knew about possession, about love .
Because god help me, I love her. This perfect girl is my everything .