20. Don’t Start Something You Can’t Finish
brIANNA
20
After cleaning up the last of the takeaway containers in the kitchen, I let myself out onto the terrace. I look around for Jake and see him up in the spa, his head back against the side of the spa, eyes closed. It has clearly been a long week for him. I’m still not sure what that conversation earlier was about, but something has changed between us, and all evening, I’ve felt the tension growing around us. I know he’s felt it too, and I have caught him watching me several times, a hungry look in his eyes that disappears as soon as he realises I’ve noticed.
I head back into my room and start digging around for a pair of swimmers. I put on the first bikini find, a hot pink one I bought for a trip to Hawaii last year. The bottom is a g-string, held together by ties at the sides, and the top is the standard triangles held together by string. It wasn’t something I’d usually wear, but the rest of my swimmers were in the wash. Looking at myself in the mirror, I consider whether this is appropriate to wear in front of Jake. But after our conversation tonight and how things have been between us lately, maybe this is what I needed to do to finally get him to make a move.
Because I’m starting to realise that that is exactly what I want.
Out on the terrace again, I walk up the stairs and move towards the loungers, placing my glass of wine down. I undo my robe and drop it onto the lounger closest to me. Once I pick up my wine glass again, I turn to find Jake staring at me.
Caught staring at my barely covered butt, he looks away for a moment, but it’s like his eyes are drawn to me, his gaze returning to move slowly up my body, taking in every curve.
Pretending not to notice when his gaze rests on my breasts as I stroll towards the spa, I realise that my hips are now swaying provocatively of their own accord, and he finally looks me in the eye, the heat behind his gaze nearly burning me.
I raise an eyebrow when I come to a stop at the side and lean down to place my glass on the side, fully aware that his gaze immediately drops to my cleavage once again. I may have stayed bent over a beat longer than necessary, enjoying the effect I appear to have on him. Straightening up once more, I step slowly onto the first step before easing myself into the warm water.
Now that I am in the water and in close proximity, Jake straightens and clears his throat when I sit down next to him.
Realising I’d left my wine behind, I stretch across Jake, smirking a little at the sharp intake of breath that I feel against my neck. When I sit back, I look at him, noting how his eyes have drifted upwards, staring at the sky. I can see the tension in his jaw.
“Are you right now?” he asks huskily, and I grin at him.
“Yep. How you doin’ over there?” I pat his leg under the water.
When I go to move my hand away, he grabs it and keeps it there, holding my gaze. I take a sip of wine, continuing to stare into his eyes. I can feel the change between us, like two magnets fighting against the pull towards one another.
“What are we doing here, Bri?” he asks, leaving my hand right next to his rather impressive erection.
“It feels like you’ve got a bit of tension to work out there, Jake.” I take another sip of wine, and my pinky wanders a little.
Jake jerks under my touch.
I smirk before leaning across him again, my hand remaining where it is, and I place the glass back down. Jake inhales sharply and runs his nose up my neck before I move slowly back and look him in the eye.
“Need some help working out that tension?” My voice is low.
Jake hesitates before answering, searching my face. “You want to help me with my tension?”
I lean in closer to his face and move my hand to begin rubbing him over his board shorts. He takes another sharp breath. I know I’m pushing the boundaries of friendship right now, but our conversation earlier has had me reeling for the past few hours.
“I think I could really help ease that tension,” I whisper in his ear.
He grabs my fingers, stopping me from moving any further. His other hand grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.
“Are you sure about this? Don’t start something you can’t finish, Brianna,” he says, his voice rough.
I bite my lip, knowing the effect it has on him, when his gaze drops to my lips for a fraction of a second.
“Oh, I have every intention of finishing, Jake. But I have some tension of my own that needs to be worked out… You game?”
He brings his lips close to mine, and we continue staring into each other’s eyes. “Oh, I’m game, Brianna.” His hand guides mine to begin to move again, his expression hungry. “But if we do this, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop at just this once.”
I lick my lips, and he surges forward to crush his lips against mine, moving his hand from my chin to grip the back of my head and hold me there while his tongue begins to explore my mouth. I pant when he pulls back, my lips swollen, and his eyes roam over my face.
“If we do this, I want you in every room of this apartment. All weekend,” he practically growls, and my insides melt.
My heart begins to race while he looks at me through hooded eyes. I survey his face, attempting to keep the excitement from showing too much in my expression while pretending to think about it for a moment.
“Not like I have any other plans this weekend.”
He laughs darkly. “Yeah… Think you can handle a weekend of me between your legs?”
My eyes widen as I take in what he’s just said, his words shooting straight through me. I feel the corners of my mouth curl up, and I move my hand faster.
“Can you?” I reach my other hand up to squeeze my breast, watching his gaze drift down while I massage it, my other hand continuing to work him up.
“I’m game if you are, Little B.” His words are strained, and I again lean closer to his ear.
“Then bring it, JJ,” I whisper.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he pulls my face to his once again, threading his fingers through my hair while gently nipping at my lip before kissing me. He swipes his tongue against my lower lip, silently asking to be let in. I open my mouth to him, sighing when he pulls me closer and pushes my hand away from his erection. I move it to the back of his neck and run my fingers through his hair.
He starts to move his lips down my neck while he begins exploring with his hand, moving it down to start massaging my other breast, and I moan breathlessly, already incredibly turned on. He pulls me over to straddle his lap, and I gasp when his erection rubs against my clit through both our bathing suits. He grips my hips and urges me to start moving on him, rocking me back and forth slowly, and we groan together at the sensation.
He moves to pull the string holding the bikini in place at the back of my neck, releasing my breasts. He immediately lowers his head, taking my right nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck slowly while I drop my head back with a sigh, overwhelmed by the sensations running through my body. Taking my left breast in his hand and pinching the nipple between his fingers, his other hand moves to my lower back. His fingers run lightly along the top of my bikini bottom while I continue rolling my hips, moaning at the overwhelming pleasure that is building.
He pulls his mouth away from my breast abruptly, looking up at me. My heart is racing so hard that I can hear it pounding in my ears, and I can feel his doing the same against my chest.
“Wait right here.” He shifts me off his lap, climbing out of the spa and sprinting inside, reappearing moments later with a square condom packet in his hand.
“Still up for this?” he asks, sliding back into the water and leaving the packet on the side.
I climb back into his lap and begin grinding once again, capturing his lips with mine. “Does this answer your question, Jake?” I mutter against his lips.
“Fuck yes,” he rasps out, latching onto my breast once again, and I let my head fall back with a soft moan.
His hands move to my hips, pulling the string that holds the sides of my bikini bottoms together. He pulls the material out and lets it float away on the water while he begins circling his finger around my clit, adding pressure while he starts to rub the bundle of nerves. I stop rocking, panting heavily while I arch against him. Slowly, his finger moves down, and I gasp when he pushes his way into my entrance before adding a second and beginning to pump in and out slowly. His thumb moves back to my clit and applies pressure there, his mouth continuing to move from one nipple to the other.
“Jake, I’m coming,” I whisper breathlessly.
He pulls back to look at my face when the orgasm that was growing tips me over the edge, pulling a moan from deep within me. I gaze at him through half-closed eyes while my inner walls clamp around his fingers, and he leaves his hand there to give me something to ride the orgasm out on. His eyes remain locked on mine while his thumb continues to rub my clit, and a second, smaller orgasm races along behind it. His grin turns feral when I cry out again before falling against him, breathing heavily.
“Fuck me, Bri. That was beautiful.”
His lips move slowly up my neck until he is kissing me hungrily while I move my hand down to undo the drawstring and velcro on his board shorts, releasing the erection that has been straining against me. He groans into my mouth when I begin slowly running my hand up and down his shaft, and he pulls his head away with a gasp. His pupils dilate when my hand speeds up, my grip firm when I pump harder.
“I need to be inside you now.” His words are low and strained.
He stands to put on the condom before lowering himself back into the water with a groan. I position myself over him, my knees and shins resting on the bench on either side of his thighs. He helps guide me down, and we both moan together when he pushes up inside me. He holds still until I take him all in, and I gasp again once I lower down completely, feeling him slide against my g-spot.
Nothing has ever felt so right, and I pause for a moment to breathe. We stare into each other’s eyes before I begin to move slowly.
“Fuck…” Jake breathes the words against my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth once more, and I arch against him, beginning to rock my hips harder. My body takes over, and I lose myself to the feeling of him hitting deep inside and his mouth sucking at my breast. Unbelievably, I feel yet another orgasm beginning to build up slowly, and Jake grabs both my hips, speeding me up when my moans grow louder and longer.
“Oh. God,” I cry out, and he keeps guiding me up and down when the orgasm slams through me once again.
I’ve never had this many orgasms in one session before, and my legs are starting to fatigue. He pulls out of me and moves us so that he is now standing behind me. “Put your hands on the side, Bri,” he whispers in my ear.
I feel a thrill run through me at the slight dominance in his tone. As soon as I lean forward and place my hands flat on the side of the spa, he pushes inside me, causing the water to swirl around our mid-thighs. With one hand gripping my hip, he reaches around and rubs my clit firmly, and I moan again, the sensation of him hitting deep inside mixed with the attention on my clit threatening to overwhelm all my senses.
“That’s it, Bri. Come for me.”
By some miracle, a fourth orgasm shoots through me, and I do, indeed, come again, crying out his name when pleasure shoots through me. He doesn’t slow down, instead thrusting faster and harder, and seconds later, he lets out his own cry, and I feel the release run through him. A few more shallow thrusts follow, and then he slows before stopping.
We both breathe heavily for a moment before he pulls out of me. He squeezes my hip, and I stand upright, leaning against his chest. He brings his arms around me while I turn my face over my shoulder to kiss him gently.
Not yet done, he moves one hand down and rolls my clit between his fingers, and I let out another moan.
“Bloody hell, Jake,” I say breathlessly, and he laughs huskily against my neck.
“I told you, Bri. Once was never going to be enough.”