16. Jake
Sixteen
Jake
I’m not sure I have ever been this horny in my entire life. I feel like a fucking teenager again, unable to think about anything but sex.
Specifically, sex with Taylor.
And that’s not including the orgasm I had last night just from texting her. Texting her for fuck’s sake?! I didn’t think it was even possible to get that turned on by a text message, but apparently, I can. Really turned on it seems. God, I’d even gone for round two in the shower.
“You ready to do this?” she asks, interrupting my little trip down sex-filled fantasy lane.
I glance over at her, standing beside me on the cliff at Laie Point, wearing nothing but that damn bikini I bought her. The bikini that I currently have a serious love-hate relationship with because it both teases and torments me with what it covers and what it doesn’t.
“I am,” I reply, grinning as I step closer and take her hand in mine. “You scared?”
Taylor gives me a throaty laugh, and I swear, my dick hardens again . “Of course not,” she replies. “You?”
I shake my head. “Nope,” I say as I pull her closer to the edge of the cliff, both of us peering over at the waves as they crash against the rocks below. It’s probably a twenty-foot drop, requiring a jump that has to be carefully timed with the tide.
We both watch as a wave recedes from the cliff, signaling that we need to wait for the swell again before jumping. We inch closer, ready to jump as the next wave now starts to come in. Just as it does and we’re ready to go over, I tighten my grip on her hand and shout, “Watch you don’t lose that bikini top.”
And then we both jump, Taylor giving a loud shout as we fly out into the air, hands locked together. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me; partly because of the jump and partly because of the woman doing it with me.
Then we’re falling, hitting the cool water where we are engulfed by the wave. We both sink down, hands still tightly linked together as I kick my legs and push us back up to the surface.
We reach it at the same time, both of us smiling as we break through and turn to face each other. My grin widens when I see it, knowing it was inevitable given the size and the speed at which we hit the water.
“What?” Taylor asks, grinning back at me, her hand still in mine.
I kick over to her, reaching for the bikini top that is now floating in the water. I hold it up, watching as her eyes widen in shock.
“Shit, give me that!” she says, grabbing for it.
Laughing, I hold it up above my head. “We gotta get out of here first,” I say, shaking my head as I start to pull her toward the shore.
“Jake!” she yells, fingers twisting my hand, trying to pull me back to her. “Give me my bikini top!”
I laugh but continue swimming, ignoring her pleas as I drag her along behind me. When we reach the shallower water, I let go of her hand and turn, walking backward as she follows me in, an arm now wrapped around her chest and covering her exposed breasts.
When we’re about knee-deep in the water, I stop, twirling her bikini top in my hand, teasing her and grinning like an idiot as I watch her glare at me.
“You wanna go again?” I ask, gesturing to the clifftop.
Taylor shoots me a dirty look, saying nothing as she holds out her hand to me.
“What?”
“My bikini top, smartass,” she replies, stepping closer.
I lean forward and slip my arm around her waist, pulling her to me in one quick move so her body is now flush against mine. “Why don’t you just go topless?” I murmur, my mouth only inches from hers.
“You’d like that now, wouldn’t you?” she replies, glaring up at me, even as a hint of a smile dances on her mouth, her eyes shining.
I grin. “Fuck, yes,” I breathe out as I lower my mouth to hers.
Taylor groans the second my lips touch hers, as she lets go of her chest, wrapping both arms around my neck. I tighten my grip around her waist, pulling her even closer so her bare breasts are now pressed against my chest, and I can feel her hard nipples against my skin.
With her bikini top still in my hand, I slip it down to her arse, squeezing the cheek as I pull her hips against mine. She gasps when she feels my hard-on, her lips parting so I can slip my tongue into her mouth, deepening our kiss.
The waves crash against us, as I hear the distant shouts of people jumping off the cliff, not giving a shit about anything except the feel of Taylor’s half-naked body pressed against mine, her tongue in my mouth as she kisses me hungrily. My hand grips her arse even tighter as I let out a low moan, desperately wanting to rip the rest of her bikini off and bury myself inside her.
Right here. Right now.
“Fuck, you are so sexy,” I murmur against her mouth.
I feel the curve of her smile, even as she says, “Can I have my bikini top back, please?”
I chuckle, pulling back a little. “I’ll give it back on one condition.”
Taylor cocks an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Grinning, I quickly lower my eyes to where her breasts are still pressed against my chest. “You let me have a look,” I whisper, lifting my gaze back to hers. Her brows narrow and I chuckle again. “Come on, you know I’m going to see them eventually.”
“What about the whole foreplay thing?” she asks. “The anticipation.”
“Oh, trust me, beautiful, looking but not touching will most definitely be foreplay for me.”
She shakes her head, even as she laughs a little. Then, before I can ask again, she pulls her arms from around my neck and takes a step backward, revealing her chest and those spectacular tits of hers.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, my eyes dropping to her chest as I actually lick my lips at the sight in front of me. They are absolutely fucking perfect; perky and round, with beautiful pink nipples that are currently standing at full salute to me. As if in invitation. Without thinking, I step closer, lowering my head to take one of those nipples in my mouth.
Taylor stops me, though, a hand under my chin as she reaches for her bikini top and yanks it from my hand. “Look, but no touch,” she says as she ties the strap around her neck now before pulling the triangles of fabric over her breasts, her hardened nipples still showing.
“Taylor,” I groan, brushing a thumb over one of the hardened peaks. “You are such a tease.”
“Please,” she says, her hand dropping to my chest as she steps closer and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “After what you did to me last night, I think it’s you that’s the tease.” Then she smacks me hard on the arse and says, “Come on,” before heading back up to the clifftop.
We jump off a few more times, although each time, Taylor’s hands are holding her breasts instead of my hand, unfortunately keeping that bikini top firmly in place.
After the third jump, we call it done, both of us walking over to our bags and towels on the beach.
“Wanna grab something to eat?” she asks, a huge smile on her face.
My eyes rake over her body. “Do I ever,” I murmur.
She blushes but doesn’t look away, her eyes holding mine as though she’s almost daring me to follow through and just do it.
And it’s in this moment that I see things are changing between us, building to something that feels truly fucking epic. Something that is more than just this insane sexual chemistry we clearly have. It almost feels as though she’s finally starting to trust me, to believe that this thing between us is real. That I want this and her, badly.
It makes my body hum with anticipation, at the thought of what could happen next.
“Jake,” she whispers, as though she knows exactly what I’m thinking, what I’m hoping for.
“Yeah?”
“Food?” she asks, pulling on her shorts.
I grin, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, feeling the hard beat of her pulse beneath her skin. “Yes, sounds good.”
We catch an Uber into the marketplace area and walk hand in hand around all of the food trucks, eventually settling on Tita’s Grill, a truck offering different platters of food, including things like garlic shrimp and fried fish.
After we grab some lunch, we take a seat at the tables set up around the truck and start eating. I realize I’m starving for more than just Taylor’s body; the hike and cliff jumping we’ve spent all morning doing, working up a huge appetite.
We eat in silence, and it’s not until we’re done and Taylor falls back in the chair, licking her fingers, that I finally ask, “So, what’s next?”
She smiles at me. “We could head over to Waikiki,” she suggests. “Or do something else?”
A smile pulls at my mouth as I contemplate suggesting that the something else be us going back to the hotel and spending the afternoon fucking in her hotel room. I’m so tempted to do it because right now, I get the feeling she’d say yes.
Not to mention the whole me being so fucking horny that it’s exactly what I want to do right now.
But…then there’s the whole thing about her starting this. About her making the first move.
So I stand, holding out a hand to her as I say, “Let’s go over to Waikiki.”
She nods, smiling as she slips her hand into mine. We grab a taxi and head over to the other side of the island, the drive taking almost forty minutes, most of which we spend in a comfortable silence, sitting in the back seat of the taxi, my hand resting on her thigh.
When we finally get to the main strip, it’s a stark contrast to the North Shore where we’ve been staying. There are tourists everywhere, the street lined with shops and bars, all of them filled.
“Think we’ll run into the rest of the crew?” Taylor asks as we get out of the taxi.
“God, I hope not,” I reply, taking her hand as I pull her close to me.
We walk the length of the street before crossing to the beach and walking along the sand for the journey back. Eventually though, we come across a place I recognize.
“Oh, we gotta go to Duke’s,” I say, stopping in front of the iconic bar.
“Where?” Taylor asks, confused.
“Duke’s,” I say, pointing toward the huge restaurant and bar that spills out onto the sand.
“Juke’s?” she asks, still confused.
I turn to face her. “Yeah, Duke’s,” I reply. “Have you never heard of it? The place is legendary.”
Taylor laughs. “I have,” she replies. “Only I usually don’t call it Juke’s,” she says, emphasizing the name.
“What?” Now it’s me confused.
“It’s Dook’s,” she says, smiling up at me.
“Dook’s?”
She shakes her head, laughing as she pulls me toward the bar. “Come on, Aussie,” she says, smiling. “Let’s go have a drink at Juke’s .”
We take a seat at the bar, both of us ordering Mai Tais, which come served in pineapples, complete with mini umbrellas, fruit and straws. Over drinks, Taylor tells me about all the places she’s flown to, the two of us competing for which one of us has visited the most countries around the world.
She wins, but only just, which I attribute to her only ever having flown commercial and me spending a chunk of my flying time in the military.
“So, when did you get out?” she asks, turning to fully face me on her barstool, her legs between mine, her feet resting on my footrest.
“About a year or so ago,” I say, sliding a hand up the warm skin of her thigh.
She closes an eye, staring at me with the other as though concentrating, or focusing really hard. “How old are you, Jake Campbell?” she asks.
I laugh. “Does it worry you?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “Should it?”
“I’m twenty-eight,” I tell her, still laughing. “How old are you?”
Her brows narrow even more. “Thirty-one,” she replies. “Does that worry you?”
I reach over and pull her stool closer, the legs scraping along the wooden floor until she’s right between my legs. Leaning closer, I run both my hands up her thighs as I brush my mouth against hers. “Nothing about you worries me, Taylor,” I whisper, watching her face. “Nothing at all.”