Chapter 20
Jake
I n my room, I sit at my desk, going over the budget for the renovations of the hotel. The bank agreed to extend our loans, but they also increased the interest rates. I’m hopeful we can pay it off soon.
My mind wanders, caught in the memory of our kiss, and whether she considered my proposal. Maybe I was too direct, but I need to make sure we’re both on the same page. Although I like her, maybe even care about her, my view on relationships remains the same. A soft knock on the door snaps me back to the present.
“Come in.”
There’s a brief silence before the door opens and she steps inside, closing it behind her. She leans back against it, arms hidden behind her. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, which barely covers her thighs, her hair beautifully framing her face.
“Hi,” she says with a shy smile.
“Hi.” I smile back at her. My eyes roam over her, taking in her bare legs, up to where her nipples press against the fabric of the shirt.
Oh, God, she’s so gorgeous.
The sight of her stirs a warmth inside of me that’s hard to ignore.
She stands there, holding my gaze. Her lips are caught gently between her teeth, in a way that’s both timid and enticing. Her legs are pressed closely together. I respect the space she needs, all the while my body aching to bridge the gap between us. Every part of me is tuned in to her, waiting for her next move, ready to follow her lead, and silently pleading for her to close the distance.
She walks towards me slowly, her movements are exquisitely seductive. She stops in front of me, her eyes taking in my bare chest. Her desire is clear as day, she wants this as much as I do.
There’s little left to imagination as my dick betrays me, swelling painfully in my pants. Her eyes linger there for a few seconds before looking up at me.
“You've got a little bit of drool there.” She runs her thumb across her lips. I laugh, loving this side of her, relaxed and playful.
“Are you sure I’m the one drooling? I bet your panties are soaked for me right now.” I look down at her, wanting to check for myself. The thought has my head spinning. Her being so wet and ready for me.
Her eyes smolder with desire as she moves closer, straddling me. My arms naturally encircle her waist, pulling her closer, her scent of jasmine enveloping us like a sweet cloud.
“I’m not wearing any,” she says in a low and sultry tone that sends a wave of heat through me. Her hands roaming over my chest to my bicep.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, closing my eyes for a few seconds to gain some kind of control. When I open them, she’s staring at me with those doe eyes, like she doesn’t have the slightest idea of what she’s doing to me. I can barely breathe around the need to be inside of her.
“What are we doing?”
Her breathing is quick and heavy, there’s a storm of desire and anticipation swirling in her eyes. “Agreeing to your proposal,” she breathes out. “This is your chance, Jacob Harrington. Don’t waste it.”
She wraps her arms around my neck while letting her hips roll against me slowly, her dampness soaking through my shorts.
“How do you suggest I do that?” I growl. The pleasure she’s igniting nearly overwhelms my senses. She continues to grind against me, drawing out every last bit of my control. The way she’s moving, so sinfully, so innocently…it’s driving me wild.
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Her breath is hot against my skin, and it smells like wine.
“I want to hear you say it, princess. Tell me what you want.” I say with a throaty sound.
“I. Need. You. To. Fuck. Me.” She breathes out each word slowly, her eyes locked on mine. I draw in a sharp breath, my impatience stabbing at me, begging for me to be inside her now.
I study her face, noting the slight tremble in her lips, the nervousness in her eyes that doesn’t quite match her confident words. I pull her closer, my hand cradling the back of her head, our foreheads touching.
“Are you sure about this?” Even though she’s the one who came to me, I don’t want her to do anything she might regret.
She swallows hard. “I’ve never done this before, the whole hooking up thing. But I want this, I need it.” Her arms wrap around me, pulling me even closer.
I flash two fingers in front of her, raising an eyebrow. “How many fingers am I holding?”
“Two,” she whispers, leaning closer, her breath warm against my cheek. “Believe me, I’m not drunk.”
“Now let me see how much you want this, princess.”
I slide my hands under her shirt and brush two fingers over her wetness. Pulling my hand out, I hold them in front of her, rubbing her slickness between my fingers.
“Damn, Mia, you’re dripping.”
Her cheeks turn a darker shade of red. I cradle the back of her neck, bringing her lips to mine. Her taste, a sweet mix of wine and cotton candy brings a smile from me mid-kiss. My hands make their way to her ass and find them bare just like she said. I caress and gently squeeze them, savoring the reality of the very moment I’ve been dreaming about.
The room is quiet except for her sweet occasional moans. Those moans that I’ve heard before from her room. Those moans I’ve jerked off to many times before.
She hesitates before carefully pulling down my boxers just enough to free me. She looks down, taking in the sight of my length. She visibly swallows as she stares at it. “Is it supposed to be that big?”
The surprise and innocence in her question make me chuckle. Who the hell has she been with before? “If you’re worried it’s not gonna fit, it will.” Reaching over my desk, I pull out a foil packet from the drawer. I tear open the wrapper with my teeth, rolling it down my length, ready for the moment I’ve been waiting for.
She has her legs straddling either side of me. Her arms wrap around my neck as she grinds against my big, hard cock, a soft moan escaping her lips.
She’s dripping all over me, and I need to be inside her right now. “Mia,” I growl, the word rumbling from deep within.
She shifts, lifting herself enough to give me space. Using one hand I align myself at her entrance, ready for her.
Slowly she lowers herself down. We both let out a sharp gasp at the connection. She’s so freakin’ tight. Her face scrunches a little, as she stretches around me.
“Does it hurt ?”
“A little.” She nods.
“You’re doing so good, taking me so well, princess.” Like her pussy was made for my cock. With my hands gently on her waist, I help guide her down carefully, aware of every small reaction of hers, her breath hitches..
Her slickness makes it easier for me to fit in.
“Oh, God,” she moans once she settles, taking me all the way in. We stay like that for a few seconds, the feeling so intense I almost black out. I’ve imagined this moment so many times, but I never thought it would feel this good, and I haven’t even fuck her yet.
The line between us blurs, and I’m completely lost in her? I know one taste wouldn’t be enough, now that I have, will I be able to let her go? But that's what we agreed on. We spend the summer enjoying each other. Then we’ll go our separate ways and no one gets hurt.
She rides me slowly, adjusting to the size. I capture her lips in mine, kissing her deeply. Trailing to her neck and collarbone.
My hand moves under her shirt; she’s not wearing a bra. “Can I take it off?”
“Yes,” she breathes out. Lifting her arms up, I pull the shirt over her head, revealing those beautiful tits. They’re perfect, not too big, not too small. They fit perfectly in my hand. I love how her top is small but her bottom is so thick and curvy.
She’s so perfect.
I roll one of her nipples between my fingers.
“Oh,” she cries out in response.
“You like that, don’t you.” I smile at her.
“Yes,” she gasps. I watch as they bounce every time she moves. I lean down and take one in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as her hips move up and down. Her hands lay against my chest for support.
I can tell she’s getting a little tired. So, I take over, sliding her hips up and down my length. She throws her head back, moaning with every thrust. Fuck! I’ve been with so many girls, but it never felt like this. The way her pussy clutches around my dick, drenching me in her wetness.
“You like how good my dick is making you feel baby?” Each word is followed by a deep thrust.
“Yes … Please don’t stop.”
Thrust .
“Never, not until you see the stars, baby.”
“Oh my God…Jake”
I thrust in deeper, her moans getting louder. “That’s it baby let me hear you.” I love hearing her falling apart for me.
She’s close, a blazing heat of molten lava ready to burn us down.
“Hold on to me,” I tell her as I let my hips do the rest of the work, thrusting into her. One hand rubs her clit, while the other pinches her tit.
She lets out a whimper, and then another. Fuck, I love the way she sounds.
“Jake…” She clenches around my length. Her body trembles as waves of pleasure sweep through her, leaving her gasping for air, and she collapses onto my chest.
After two more deep and hard thrust, my muscles tighten, “fuck,” I exhale, the world narrowing down to the raw intensity of my climax. My body becomes a volcano. A burst of pleasure and heat busting out of nowhere, pulsing through my veins as I empty into the condom. My nerves are on fire as I moan into her mouth.
“That was amazing.” Her breath is warm against my neck.
I smile through her hair. “It was.”I pull away to look through her eyes, watching her face for any regret. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay, I’m just thinking about how this is gonna be a fun summer.” She gives me the most beautiful smile.
It’s going to be an amazing summer indeed.
She gets off from being on top of me, and my softening length slips out of her. She walks towards the bathroom, my eyes following her naked body.
I didn’t think I had a specific type, but God was I wrong. The attraction is undeniable, just looking at her gets me hard again.
I get up and follow her into the bathroom. She’s sitting on the toilet. I discard the used condom, and catch her eyes lingering on me, where my shaft is hardening again. When her eyes meet mine, her face turns a darker shade of red.
Just a few minutes ago, she was bouncing on me and screaming my name, now she’s blushing shyly. Which makes me chuckle.
She rolls her eyes. “Are you just going to stand there? No privacy, huh?”
Privacy? I already saw everything. When I don’t move, she grabs some toilet paper to wipe off before she flushes. She starts to walk away, but I grab her. Lifting her up, and sitting her up on the sink.
“What?” Her eyebrows raise at my smile.
“You’re just so adorable when you’re shy.”
“Well, I’ve never had anyone stand in front of me naked before…or been naked in front of anyone.” She tries to look down, then she realizes she would be staring at my length again. She quickly shifts her gaze up.
“Are you saying that you’re a virgin?” I should have asked because she’s the tightest I’ve ever been with.
“No, but it’s been a while. I only did it once, and it wasn’t as good as this. He didn’t even give me an orgasm. Not that I’m saying I’ve never had an orgasm. I’ve had plenty on my own.” She stumbles over her words.
“Oh, I know, you’ve had plenty on your own.” My lip curls on one side.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth forms a small ‘ o ’ . “Wait, what do you mean?” She tucks a curl behind her ear.
I lean closer. “I mean those walls are thin, and you were not exactly quiet. Do you know how many times I wanted to jerk off to your sweet moans?”
“Oh my God!” She covers her face.
I laugh at her embarrassment. “Did you ever think about me when you were playing with yourself?”
“Yes,” she says, biting her lips.
The image of her legs spread out on her bed, her hands between her thighs as she thinks about me, makes me hard again. “Was it everything you imagined?”
“So much more,” she breathes out.
I move between her legs. “You just boosted my ego, and with me, you won’t have to worry about not getting an orgasm,” I say, smirking at her. “I’ll make sure of it, princess.”
“We’re being humble about it aren’t we?” She laughs, pushing against my chest, and I move backward. She hops off the sink, her naked butt bouncing off as she walks out of the bathroom. I follow her and she grabs her shirt off the floor, sliding it over her head. I grab my shorts and slide them on.
“I’m grabbing a snack, you want something?” she asks me over her shoulders as she reaches for the door.
“No, you stay, I’ll grab our snacks.” I brace myself for her to argue with me.
“Okay.” She smiles at me.
“Wait, that’s it, no, I can get it myself.” I act it out the way she would say it.
“Well, I think that’s the least you can do after fucking my brains out,” she says, whipping her hair over her shoulders and taking a seat on the couch.
I laugh to myself before I walk downstairs and make her pizza bagels since she loved them so much. I use the air fryer this time. Adding them on a plate, I grab two beers, and bring everything back to the room. I find her sitting on the small couch with her legs tucked underneath, scrolling through her phone. She looks up when I sit next to her, placing the tray between us.
“You made pizza bagels?” Her eyes go wide, a huge smile on her face.
“I also got beers” I say, handing her one.
“So how does this work?” She asks, finishing her bite. “Do I knock every time? Do I come to you, or do you come to me? Do I go back to my room? Or can I sleep in yours? Do we have a schedule?” She avoids looking at me, staring at her pizza like it’s the most beautiful art she has ever seen.
I swallow my bite, and take a sip of my beer. I turn my body to face her. This is new to me too. I’ve never shared a place with a girl, especially not the ones I hook up with. “Things will stay the way they are now. I have my room, and you have yours. We fuck whenever. You can come to me, I can come to you. It doesn’t matter, and you don’t have to knock.”
“Okay.” She adjusts her shirt, but I can still peek underneath. She looks behind me at the dark forest through the window. After a few seconds, she takes a big bite of her pizza and covers her mouth to chew. Then she grabs the beer and takes a sip, her nose scrunches at the bitter taste.
“Can we still hangout like buddies?” She places her beer on the tray as I place one arm on the top of the couch. “We can go kayaking, swimming, we can make one of those summer bucket lists. Only if that’s okay with you.” She trails off, pulling out a loose thread from the throw pillow next to her. “I’m fine staying here all day, every day, writing, reading, sleeping, and having sex.” She glances up at me briefly before she looks down, and her shoulder slumps.
I shift on the couch, watching her pull out the pepperoni from the bagel and pop it in her mouth. “We can hang out like buddies, you make a list of whatever you want to do.”
“Okay, yay.” She bounces a little, her face lights up like the early morning sun from the top of a mountain. “I’m going to make a list and put them in a jar.”
Her joy is contagious and I find myself smiling too.
“What’s a food or snack combo that you like but others might find disgusting?” She leans over with her elbow on her thigh, her hand cupping her cheek, and the other holds her pizza.
I rub my thumbs over my lips, aware of her watching the movement, wondering if I should indulge in her little game. I don’t play 21 questions if that’s what she’s trying to do.
“You don’t have to answer.” She straightens herself up when I don’t say anything. “I was just making conversation.” She looks down, playing with her shirt.
“I eat pickles with peanut butter,” I finally say.
She gasps, her face looking like the shock face emoji. “You should have told me that before we slept together.” She shakes her head. “I don’t think we can be friends.” She sticks her tongue out in disgust.
I laugh at her dramatic reaction, “Don’t knock it till you try it.” I shift on my seat to face her better. “Besides, we don't need to be friends to have sex. You don’t even need to like me.”
“I don’t know about that.” She scrunches her nose.
“You’re saying you wouldn’t sleep with me if you knew?”
“Maybe.” She adjusts her legs and her oversized shirt pulled up a little giving me a peak of her pretty pussy.
“Such a pretty liar, aren’t you? I bet you’re wet again right now just thinking about it,” I say in a gravelly growl. “The way my big cock stretched your tight sweet pussy, and the way it hurts.” She visibly swallows, her breathing shallow.
I pull back and adjust the tightening in my pants from thinking about her warm cunt. “Now that you know, you can call off the whole thing if you want.” I call out her bluff. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything.
“So, you don’t have any weird food combo that you like?” I ignore the fact she didn’t say anything about my statement.
She wouldn’t call it off, would she?
She rubs her ear lobe as if she’s thinking or deciding if she even wants to tell me. “Hot cheetos with cream cheese, and I love to add them to my popcorn.”
“And you were judging me?” I laugh.
“Mine is not disgusting if you love hot cheetos.”
“Mine is not disgusting if you love pickles.”
I’ll eat pickles with anything. We both stare at each other and smile.
I look at the tray, which is now empty. I didn’t realize we finished all of it. Grabbing my beer, I finish the last sip, and she does the same.
This was actually nice. We’re kinda like roommates slash hopefully fuck buddies (unless she wants to crucify me for loving pickles), and maybe even friends. I grab her bottle and mine with the tray, putting them on my desk so I can take them downstairs.
She stands up, shuffling her feet as she stares at the ground. “Good night,” she finally says looking up at me. I step towards, bringing our faces closer to each other.
“Good night,” I whisper back.
Instead of walking away, she’s looking at me with those eyes that look more like midnight sky in the barely lit room. My hand wraps around her waist pulling her closer. Her hands reach up to my chest, and she bites her lip. This is my cue.
Lifting her off the ground, she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her hand tangling in my hair. I keep my hands around her waist, parting my mouth to take her bottom lip in mine. The one she loves to bite so much. I kiss them desperately, adding light pressure. I love the bitter taste of beer in her lips.
I carry her toward the bed and sit her down at the edge. Taking her shirt off, I take in the sight of her, and her curves. “You're so sexy!” I say, rubbing my thumb across my lips, drooling like a teenager at how perfect she is.
She moves to the center of the bed, and I move on top of her, leaning down to press my lips to hers. I kiss her like I’m starving, my lips moving hungrily against hers. I like the taste of cotton candy mixed with the beer from her mouth, a combo I didn’t know I needed until now.
She moves her hips, so she can rub herself against my hardness. Someone is eager, isn't she?
“What does my princess want?” I kiss her neck.
“I’m not your princess,” she pants, her words shaky, and not at all convincing . “This is only a hookup, remember.”
I love that smart mouth of hers. “When you walked in here, you agreed to be mine for the summer.” I kiss the top of her ears, and she lets out a small moan, her hands digging into my back. “Mine to please however I want. That’s the deal.” I kiss the side of her mouth.
For the time we have together, I can pretend she’s mine.
“Jake,” she breathes out.
“What’s the magic word when we need something?” I rub the sensitive bud of her nipples between my fingers. This is my time to tease her, after she implied she wanted to cancel our whole agreement.
“Please.” The word escapes with a moan.
“Please what?” I move my hands between her thighs close to where she wants me, but not quite. She moves her hips up even more so she can rub herself against my fingers.
A frustrated growl escapes her lips which makes me laugh. “Did you just growl at me, princess?”I’m going to fuck the sassiness out of her.
She rolls her eyes. “I want you inside me. Now.”
“Such a bossy, princess, look at you so eager for my cock like I didn’t just fuck you less than hour ago.” I pull my shorts down and kick them off my feet. Grabbing another condom from my desk, I tear the package before pulling it on, and position myself at her entrance.
I enter her slowly, even with the barrier between us, her warmth seeps into me. Feeling the way her body adjusts to my size, her nose wrinkling with the stretch. “Fuck, Mia, you're so freaking tight. How long has it been since you’ve been with someone before tonight?”
She raises her hand with all five fingers up.
“Five years?”
She nods her head.
Jesus Christ, she’s practically a virgin. It makes sense now, she’s never had a real man’s dick before.. I can’t wait to stretch that sweet little pussy.
I continue to push in, inch by torturous inch. “Why five years?” I don’t think I could ever go that long without sex.
Her face changes at my question, something like pain passing through her before she can recover. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve never felt that attraction with someone, and I was always busy with school.”
With a final push, I'm buried inside her again, her body taking me. Just as before, the wave of pleasure and emotions leave me breathless.
It’s not supposed to feel that good, that intimate, everything fuses and intertwines in a way that is too intense to explain.
I pull out and thrust back again, moving my waist in circular motion, finding that spot that always made them go crazy.
“Oh my God! Do that again, please.” She gasps, her eyes half closed, and her mouth slightly open.
“Such a good girl, begging for my cock.” She clenches around me, getting wetter than before. Someone likes praise, I smile to myself at the realization. “There you go, moonie.” I repeat the movement over and over, grazing that sweet spot.
“Yesss, just like that please.” Her eyes roll back, her nails digging into my back.
“Do you still want to call this off?” I stop my movements, staring down at her.
“Why did you stop?” She pouts.
“Answer me, princess.” I reach out and tease her sensitive nub.
“No, I don't want to.” She purses her lips.
“You don't sound convincing.” I move inside her slowly.
“I’m yours for the summer, yours to please however you want. Now please, fuck me.” She rocks her hips needing the pressure only I can give her.
I chuckle.
“You're so damn beautiful begging me like this,” I say increasing the pressure again.
She clenches around me again.
“Rub your nipples for me.” I watch as she rubs, pinching and pulling them slightly. My eyes devour the movement, intensifying the heat building inside me, as I thrust inside of her deep, and hard.
She reaches to brush a strand of hair that falls over my face, clinging to my sweaty forehead, and she smiles at me. That smile is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She is the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes on.
I pull out and plunge back in, now that she’s so wet. It’s easier for me to slide in. “Fuck, Moonie. You feel so fucking amazing.” I drop my head to hers, grabbing her thick ass as I pound into her harder and faster. The sound of our body hitting each other, her whimpers, and my grunts fill the room.
My breathing grows heavier and I can feel her tightens around my dick, her body on the edge of her climax.
“Jake…” Her words cut off as her hips arch off the bed. Her pussy clenches and unclenches around me, her body trembling.
My hip feels like it’s moving on its own, desperate, as I chase my own climax. “Mia,” I grunt, a gravelly sound. My body shakes as I thrust a couple times emptying myself in the condom. I collapse onto her, our breath heavy and mingling together as I try to recover my senses.
After a few more seconds, I roll off her and walk into the bathroom to discard the condom. What happens now? I don’t cuddle after sex. They always leave unless we get too drunk and pass out. When I return to the room, she’s turned to her side, her breathing even. She’s fallen asleep. I could wake her up, so she can go back to her room, or I could let her sleep. She must be tired after the workout we just had.
Grabbing my shorts from the floor, I pull them on and head over to the bed. I gently pull the blanket over her body before climbing in next to her. After turning off the light on my side, leaving hers on, cross my hands under my head and stare at the dark ceiling.
The bed shifts as her body weight moves onto me. She mumbles something before she lays her head on my chest, her arms encircling my waist, and her legs draping over my thighs.
Just like the night of the storm. There's no need to try to move her, she'll just move back, and it's not that bad.
“Good night Mia,” I whisper to her before my eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep.