Chapter Three
Aspyn
In the past, my rendezvous with Jake had always been wild. At the time, I attributed it to the fact that we were sneaking around. Sex is always hotter when there’s a layer of forbidden attached to it. At least that’s what I found. Maybe it’s the longing, the stomach churning, the breathlessness, the flushing, the desperation, the all-consuming desire, the overwhelming love sickness, the intense physical arousal. We had it all. Maybe that is ‘Romeo and Juliet’ syndrome. Then again, research does say that the more passionate your love is at the start, the better chance you have of creating a long-lasting relationship.
Maybe that only counts when your brother is sane and understanding. Mine isn’t. He would’ve lost it if he ever found me with Jake, and I love Jake too much to put him through that kind of misery.
“Do you remember the first time I touched you?” His tone is low and warm against my ear.
“Your hand was on my thigh. You were driving us to the lake to take a walk.” My panties soak at the memory of his rough palm against my smooth skin.
“We never did make the walk, did we?” There’s barely any light in the room except for the dim moon that shines through the curtains.
My heart is slamming against my chest and I’m pretty sure my face is a crimson shade of red as I relive memories of what happened that afternoon by the lake.
His hand moved between my thighs, and I shifted until his thick finger was against my sopping panties. He pulled onto a back road behind the pines. We kissed, touched, and tangled our bodies together until I was on his lap, riding bareback without a care in the world.
That was the first time we made love, and I didn’t think it could get any wilder, but it did. We fucked in a dressing room at a department store with three dresses hung on the rack behind us and a woman in the stall across the hall. We fucked in a tent at the beach with the waves rolling in and the door unzipped. We fucked in a parking lot with people passing as they shopped on their lunch breaks. The funny thing is, he rented a hotel a few times for us, but we never fucked in one. When we got the chance to snuggle or fall asleep for a few hours in each other’s arms, we took it because we didn’t know when we’d ever have moments like that again.
My lips split in a crooked smile. “You realize this is the first time we’d be fucking in an actual bed, right?”
He grins and kisses my neck gently, moving my hair back away from my shoulder. The soft sweep of his rough hand sends a shiver down my spine and into my pulsing pussy.
Jake stands back and glances at me with an admiring stare as though I’m wearing a million-dollar ball gown, when in reality I’m wearing his t-shirt. “Who says we’re fucking in the bed? Take off that shirt. I want to see your body.”
My body has changed a lot since he last saw it. I’ve always been thicker, but when he saw me last, I was in my early twenties. I don’t process cupcakes the way I did back then. Now, they go straight to my hips and settle there, like little sugar freeloaders with no intention of leaving.
I consider playing shy and ignoring his request to see my naked body, but given the fact that this is most likely a one-night thing, I throw caution to the wind and lift off the shirt.
He rakes his eyes over my frame, studying me as though I’m a prize, something to be admired. I’m not, but somehow, he makes me feel for a second that I am.
My pussy was already soaked and swollen. Now it’s needy as hell.
“Fucking hell, little cat.” He groans and lifts me up, tossing me over his shoulder like a light bag of feathers.
No man has done this since him.
I love it. I love the way I feel with him. The way I’ve always felt with him. He’s big, rough, strong, and he makes me feel downright dainty. Which, clearly, I’m not . I’m tall and thick, and I make no apologies for it. Jake always said that made me even more attractive. He loved my confidence. He used to tell me it daily.
Keeping me slung over his shoulder, he pulls off his flannel and ditches it on the way to the back patio. Then his jeans and boxers are next to go. When we’re at the door, he slides it open and steps out onto the back porch.
I’m sure come morning there’s a beautiful view of some sort, but right now all I can see is darkness and the shadow of a few barns in the distance. The night is cool, but refreshing considering how hot I am.
Jake bends me over the banister and lands my hand on a flagpole that hangs off the edge. “Don’t let go, cat. I’m going to remind your pretty little pussy what it’s been missing.”
Ugh… my body flushes with some euphoric hormone I can’t define and every worry and thought I’ve had over the past thirty days disappears all at once. I’m not a girl on the run. I’m not a girl escaping the law. I’m not a girl who disappointed a man she loved. I’m a girl bent over a deck railing, about to get railed herself.
“You’re a wet little cat, aren’t you?” He slides his big hand over my pussy with a groan in his throat that lets me know he needs this. He needs this the same way I need this… and he needs it bad.
My pussy drips with anticipation as the wind blows through my air and Jake grips one hip tight and lands the other on my shoulder.
Quick and swift, his thick cock slides inside as he pulls me back against his thighs with a satisfying groan. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He pushes up on my ass as he thrusts, and his hand has moved from my shoulder to my throat. “You’re all I think about. All these years… I’ve needed you.”
I’m no longer pressed against the banister. I’m in the air, fully supported by his arms as he works me against his hard, throbbing cock.
This universe is now a thing of the past. I’ve transcended into some other place where the past is the future and Jake’s rhythm is all I needed to set myself back on track again.
I moan and sigh as he presses me up against the back wall of the house for support. I think I like this view better. From here, I can watch his eyes roll back and his jaw tighten. I can feel the cool breeze on my face. I can touch his shoulders and feel them flex. My back slides up and down the chilly wood siding as he drives into me over and over again.
“Can I come in your tight little pussy?” He hisses hot air against my neck. “I’m desperate to fill you up.”
“I’m on the pill,” I pant. “Fill me up, Jake. I want your come dripping out of me. I need it!”
He tightens his grip on my hips and speeds his movement, as I hold tight onto his strong, bulging shoulders. There’s something about this man that commands my attention. It’s an intrinsic sense, something I have no control over, something my body knows, something I innately feel. Jake and I were made for each other.
His hot mouth lands against my shoulder and he drives into me harder and harder as his teeth scrape against my flesh.
I’m going to die. Right here and now, I’m going to die.
Moaning and whining, our breathing picks up in tandem and his hand meets my breast, pinching my nipple as he says, “Are you a good girl?”
“I’m a good girl,” I moan as my clit rubs against some part of his body as he pushes. “I’m gonna come.”
He thumps against me harder, hammering over and over again as he holds me like a rag doll in his arms.
My pussy clenches on his thick cock and my hands hook against his strong forearms.
Jake senses my body tensing and he grips me tighter, nibbling his way from my shoulder to the nape of my neck. The sensation of his rough beard and his teeth on my flesh sends me over the edge.
I scream out, convulsing against his solid chest as his strong arms hold me close.
“Fuck, little cat! You always know how to make me come.” He groans deep in my ear as he releases inside of me.
Thrust after hard deep thrust continues as he holds me close.
Warmth and lightheaded euphoria wash over me in waves of perfection. I never want this to end.
Jake breathes out and kisses my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck as I slowly slide down the wall and back onto the cool boards of the deck.
There’s something about my feet hitting the ground that takes me back to reality. The reality where I can’t stay, this isn’t a relationship, and the love I feel for Jake has to be passing. The reality where I knew this would happen and I realize I should’ve masturbated in the shower to alleviate some of the aching I was feeling.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it,” he groans. “You don’t get to think about how you’re ditching me again already.”
I should’ve expected Jake would know what I was feeling before I spoke. He lifts me from the ground and carries me through the house, back into the bedroom, and lays me flat before crawling in to snuggle up next to me.
My feet are off the ground again, and as he sweeps me against his hard, inked up chest, I try to disappear into the ether. Into the place where it’s just he and I, and nothing else matters but our beating hearts.
Trouble is, I know better than that now. And if I don’t leave before morning, I’ll be messing up more people’s lives than my own.