First Times
Chapter nineteen
Alex
Jake lays me gently on the bed and hovers above me on his hands and knees, the look he’s giving me making me blush under his gaze.
He leans down and kisses me again, holding his weight off of me carefully, but I want him to crush me into the bed, ride me hard and put me away wet.
I love how easy it is for him to carry me around.
I wish he would do it all the time. I’d spend every day wrapped around him like a koala.
Thoughts of riding him around the manor like a horse overtake me for a second, but he snaps me out of it by squeezing one of my nipples. “Ow!”
He smirks and runs a hand down my chest before resting his fingers on the waistband of my boxers, not pulling them down yet. He wants permission.
“Can I?” he asks.
“Always. You don’t even have to ask, do whatever you want to me,” I say, and I mean it. There is nothing better than his hands on my body, and I’ll take anything he wants to give me. Except for the pee.
His expression is serious as he studies my face. “I will always ask,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. “Touch me.”
He wastes no time pulling my boxers off and throwing them over his shoulder. I don’t see where they land, and at the moment I don’t care.
He wraps a hand around my cock and strokes me gently. I’m already hard for him, and if he keeps it up, I’m going to come.
“Jake,” I whine. “More.”
He sits back on his heels and bites his lower lip. “I can’t, um…” He trails off, looking embarrassed as he runs the hand not holding me through his hair. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Come here.” I pull him back down on top of me and stroke a hand down his back, trying to soothe him. “Just do whatever feels good. Do you want to keep going?”
“I do.”
He gives me a peck on the lips before flipping me over onto my stomach and pulling my hips up. I look back when he freezes and see the hesitance in his eyes.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly.
I wiggle my hips in response. “Mhmm. Perfect. Fuck me.” He gives my ass a light smack, then flips me back over and covers my body with his, once again resting on his elbows to keep his weight off of me.
“I want to see your face.”
I coo at him. “I want to see your face too.” I wrap my legs around his hips in encouragement. “Now fuck me,” I demand.
“Yes, sir,” he says with a smile, then frowns. “We don’t have any lube, how are we going to do this?”
“Um, check the nightstand,” I say with a blush. He leans over and pulls the new bottle of lube out, settling back over me with a smirk on his face.
“Awfully presumptuous, isn’t it?” he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“I don’t know what you mean, Jake. That’s not mine. It was probably left by a guest.” I shrug. “Lucky for us, though.”
“Maybe,” he concedes, knowing I’m completely full of it.
I waggle my eyebrows at him. “You’ll have to get creative with that tongue of yours first though,” I say. “It’s been a while.”
He slides down my body and pushes my legs up to my chest before biting my ass cheek playfully. “Are you going to behave?” he asks.
“Uh huh.”
By the time he slides into me, I’m nothing more than a puddle of ghost underneath him.
“Good?” he asks as he thrusts into me.
“You know you are,” I moan. He smirks down at me and I kiss him, shoving my tongue into his mouth and dominating him. “Now fuck me harder.”
***
Some time later, I’m lying curled next to Jake with my head on his chest. His messy hair is fanned out around his head, giving him a little hair halo.
He looks beautiful like this, relaxed and content.
I’m content too. I trace a finger along his pecs before trailing it further south and poking his belly button.
“Hey!” he yelps and grabs my finger. “Don’t be a brat, I’m too tired to discipline you.”
I steal my finger back from his grip. “Haha. We know who the boss is in this relationship.”
He doesn’t argue. Of course he doesn’t, the facts are indisputable.
“So, was that okay?” he asks, a bit uncertain now. I hate that his insecurities are creeping back in.
“It was perfect, Jake. You were perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you at all?”
“No, of course not. Look at me.” I prop myself up on my elbow so I can look down at him, then grab his chin gently and force him to meet my gaze.
“You didn’t hurt me, okay? Every single second was perfect.
You could never hurt me, but if you ever do something I don’t like, I will tell you, I promise.
I love what we do.” I run my thumb over his bottom lip.
“You and I are the only people in this bed, and I’ll never hurt you either. We’re both safe here.”
He nods at me. “I don’t want to be too rough with you, that’s all.”
My post sex euphoria is wearing off, and I get the sense that he needs to get something off his chest. Time for another difficult conversation. I know he won’t initiate, so I decide to rip the Band-Aid off before I can second guess myself.
“You’re not Andrei. You don’t hurt people, and you’re not a rapist,” I say bluntly. He flinches at that word before sucking in a deep breath.
“I hate that he did that to you. I hate it, and I’m still pissed I didn’t get to kill him.
Maybe we can ask Seth if there’s a way to resurrect him and kill him again.
The point is, what he did is not sex. Sex is about love and connection, that’s what we shared, and it was perfect.
I’ll say it as many times as I need to until you believe it. ”
He’s quiet for a few moments as he stares up at the ceiling.
“I know that, logically. But it’s all mixed up in my head.
Before him, I’d never had sex. I didn’t know what it was supposed to be like.
” Tears are forming in his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall as he continues.
“It hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I wanted to die every second he was on top of me.
I don’t want that to ever be your experience with me.
My heart knows that it’s not, but I guess my head needs a minute to catch up. ”
“Take all the time you need,” I tell him, heart aching for him.
“And if we need to do this again to prove it to you, I’m willing to take one for the team.
” That gets a chuckle out of him. He squeezes me tighter and rolls back on top of me, settling more of his weight on me this time.
Apparently, I’m training him well, because he’s learning what I like without me having to say a word.
“I do think I’m going to require more proof. Potentially a lot more.”
“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into babe, because I’m gonna give it to you.”
***
Some more time later, I’m lying boneless, back in Jake’s arms. “You’ve killed me with your big dick.”
“Can you kill a ghost?” he asks, chuckling.
I shrug. “I don’t know, but if anyone could figure it out, it’s your dick. I think I see the light. Is that heaven? Should I walk towards it?”
“You’re ridiculous, brat.”
I glare at him. “We’ve discussed this, Jake. It’s sir.” He swats my ass and rolls back over me, hugging me to him as he hides his face in my neck. His embrace is intimate, but not sexual, so I don’t take it there again.
“Thank you,” he whispers into my skin. I thread my fingers through his hair and gently caress him. I know what he’s thanking me for; he doesn’t need to say the words. I understand.
“I really should be the one thanking you,” I say, hoping to make him smile. He chuckles before lifting his head to stare down at me, expression relaxed and happy. “But you’re welcome. We should do this every day. We’re ghosts, what else do we have to do?”
“Run a hotel?”
“Damn, good point. But any time you want to put your hands on me, feel free. I love it when you touch me. It makes me want to purr.”
His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and I’ll never get over the sight. “I love it when you touch me, too. If you don’t stop, you’re going to get me ready for round three. Can you handle it?”
“Uh huh.” The thought of him fucking me again has turned my brain to goo and rendered me speechless, which is hard to do. I want it.