Chapter 2
Jacob
“What the hell?” I asked when there was a loud knock on the door. I looked at the clock on the stove. 4:30 p.m. I recorked the bottle of whiskey I had just opened, setting it back on the counter. “Who is it?” I shouted, moving towards the entryway.
Instead of a response, there was another knock. I looked through the window on the side, confused by a mess of auburn hair. I opened the door. “What are you doing here, Erin?” I asked, and she gasped like she hadn’t been expecting me to answer. I leaned against the doorframe and debated slamming the door in her face. I considered it even more when she glared, resting her hands on her hips as if she were preparing to scold me.
“Well, aren’t you a fucking ray of sunshine,” she snapped, forcing her way past me and into the foyer. “I’m here to help Liz,” she said. She looked past my shoulder, scanning as much of the room as she could.
I stepped to the side and outstretched my arm in a display of mock welcome. “She’s not here.” And if I had any say, she wouldn’t be back.
Erin’s jaw dropped, and she spun towards me. Loose strands of hair fell in her face, and she huffed, blowing them out of her eyes. “Wait, she’s not here? Really?” Her voice was shrill, and she threw her hands in the air, looking more furiously over my shoulder as if Liz would just pop into view.
“Yes, really.” I cocked my head. “She left with her new fuck toy about three hours ago.”
Erin scrunched her nose. “That little…” she mumbled. “She told me she needed help moving. She said she was here. I drove over an hour!” When she pressed her fingers to her temple and sucked in a deep breath, I sighed.
“Do you want to wait for her?” The last thing I wanted was my newly ex-girlfriend’s older sister waiting on my couch to help haul her things out of my house. I didn’t want Liz to come back at all. I was happy to leave her things in a pile on the driveway, but I felt badly for Erin, knowing she’d have to drive back to Chicago. She hadn’t done anything wrong besides having a soft spot for a sister that did nothing but use her.
She looked between me, the living room behind me, and her car parked in my driveway, all while she pursed her lips. Finally she nodded. “Okay.” She nodded again, as if to convince herself of her own response. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll wait.”
Seriously?
“Make yourself at home.” I shrugged. She walked farther into the house, looking around as if she hadn’t been over multiple times.
I slammed the door shut behind her, smirking when she jumped. She didn’t turn around though when I locked the deadbolt. Instead, she stared at the picture frame that leaned against the wall—more likely, she was staring at the broken glass that covered the photo of me and Liz.
“Want something to drink?” I asked, breaking her attention. She was probably creating the full story in her head of what happened between us. “I only have two options. Coffee and whiskey.” I nodded to the bottle on the counter.
She thought for a second but shook her head. “Maybe a glass of water?”
“Okay, three options,” I said, laughing.
Erin made herself comfortable on the barstool by my counter, and I grabbed a glass. She watched me while I filled it with water, pulling her phone from her pocket and furiously typing. I imagined she was texting her sister, either demanding an explanation or that she get back here as soon as possible. Great.
When I passed her the glass of water, her fingertips brushed mine, and she pulled the glass away quickly. A deep blush darkened her cheeks, and she took a long gulp. She watched me pull the cork from the bottle of whiskey, the squeak breaking the silence.
“Okay, maybe a shot of whiskey too,” she said, her voice thick with frustration. I looked at her, lifting my brow.
“Yes, ma’am.” I grabbed a second glass from the cabinet, pouring a shot in each. I passed it to her, watching her delicately set her water on the counter and pick up the shot glass.
“Cheers to the dumpster fire that brought us here, hmm?” she said. We clanked the glasses together, and she tossed the dark liquor back, coughing quietly when she swallowed.
“Cheers.” I swallowed my own shot, glad for the familiar burn in my stomach.
I held up the bottle of whiskey, offering her another shot without saying it. Erin nodded. “So what happened?” she asked when I filled the glasses.
“I walked in this morning on her riding her yoga instructor’s dick on the couch. No wonder she liked the classes so much.” The pang in my chest stung almost as badly as it did when I saw her face. She had been enjoying it, seemingly more than she had enjoyed being with me.
“What? She cheated on you?” I couldn’t tell if Erin sounded more alarmed or curious. I nodded, groaning when I realized she was going to want answers. “I just can’t believe it!”
“You can’t?” I raised an eyebrow, and she chuckled quietly. “Judging by the way she screamed his name, it wasn’t the first time.”
I passed Erin the shot, and when we tapped our glasses together, she shook her head. “Her loss.” She swallowed the shot, and I followed the lump in her throat, her cheeks getting pinker after each passing moment.
We took another, and Erin blinked slowly, standing up from the barstool. When she wavered slightly, I grabbed her shoulders. “Can’t handle your liquor?” I chuckled.
She scowled, swatting at my chest. “I can handle a lot of things, Jacob. You’d be surprised.” Her hand rested on my chest, and she looked between it and my face. Erin’s cheeks were dark red, and the blush traveled down her neck and disappeared under her sweater. How far down her chest did it go?
“Would I? What else can you handle?” The warmth of the whiskey swirled in my stomach, creating a buzz in my head. A slight filter covered my morals, and I found myself drawn to Erin’s green eyes. I knew before my stomach tightened that it was wrong.
Erin drew her tongue along her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and biting down. “My sister never treated you the way you should be treated,” she finally said. The words burst out of her like she was trying to hold them back. Then she lowered her eyes and whispered, “I can.”
For a second I wasn’t sure if I heard her correctly. Was she being serious? I was willing to find out. That was the thing about seeing your girlfriend screwing another man—you didn’t care so much about how something might hurt her. In fact, it almost made it better.
“Oh?” I asked, pulling Erin closer. “How do you intend to do that?”
She blinked and stared at me for a second before she stepped back. I was sure she had realized what she was suggesting, changed her mind, and was leaving. I was torn between relief and missed curiosity. Then she knelt. From her knees, she looked almost nervous, and her dark hair and bright eyes were equally striking against the cream-colored tile beneath her and her milky skin.
When she moved her hands to my belt, she slowly unbuckled it. I didn’t stop her—I should have. Instead, I watched her move her delicate hands methodically, and my cock swelled behind my zipper. My skin buzzed with a sort of electricity I had never felt when Liz was on her knees. If she ever was—it had been rare.
I should have pulled her to her feet, given her some water, and sent her on her way the second she was sober enough to drive. But I wanted to see what the woman in front of me could do. “Have you ever been with a man like me, Erin?” My voice sounded husky, making her shallow breaths sound even lighter.
Erin worked more quickly, pulling my jeans past my hips and letting them drop to the ground. My cock bobbed in front of her face, and she licked her lips, looking up at me. The excitement in her eyes made any guilt I felt for her being Liz’s sister disappear.
“No,” she said.
“Then what makes you think you can handle me?”
She smirked, closing her hand around my thickening shaft. Her fingers didn’t touch, but she didn’t look fazed. “What makes you think I can’t?”
“You’re too innocent.” A coy smile stretched my cheeks.
Erin’s amusement was reflected in her mischievous expression when she tucked her tongue into her cheek. “I’m older than you are, remember?”
She was Liz’s older sister by several years, but Erin had always looked younger. I nodded. “Age doesn’t negate innocence.” She glared, her chest heaving, and I weaved my hand into the silky mess of hair on the top of her head. I ran my thumb along the soft, wispy strands, tucking them behind her ear. She shivered. “We shouldn’t do this,” I said reluctantly.
“I know you’re right.” She looked away, and when she looked back, her green eyes were a darker emerald. “I don’t care though. Liz is awful. You deserve better.”
Before I could change my mind, her face lit up. Challenge accepted.
Erin was eager, but her movements were slow and controlled. There was a static desperation that buzzed around her—one I could feel in my core. I should have gotten her up off her knees and stopped the whole thing, but then she looked up at me, fluttering her lashes, and blinked.
“May I suck your cock, Jacob?” she purred.
“Be my guest,” I said, nodding.
She didn’t wait for me to finish the words before she ran her tongue along the tip and hummed. A small giggle slipped before she closed her lips around the crown. When she sucked, I dropped my head back and groaned.
Erin slowly swallowed my cock, drawing her lips over the shaft until she gagged and pulled back. I chuckled, tucking her hair between my fingers. “Slow down, babe. You can take it all.”
Her hair was soft when I guided her head back down my cock, thrusting gently when she moaned. Drool dribbled from the corners of her mouth and ran over my balls, and when she swallowed, her throat tightened around me.
“Fuck. Just like that. You do that so much better than your sister ever did.”
Erin whimpered, bobbing her head hungrily. The tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, and I smiled at the bruises she’d potentially feel for the next few days. When she cupped my balls, spreading her saliva and gently massaging them, they tightened.
I wrapped her hair tightly around my hand and pulled her back until her lips left my cock with a loud pop. She licked them, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. She snaked her arms behind her and unclasped her bra, and when it dropped to the ground, her tits bounced free.
“Stand up,” I told her.
She quickly obeyed, grabbing my hands for balance as she did. “Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, her voice heavy with need.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I took in the deep blush that spread over her chest and her nipples that hardened into tight peaks. I knew her answer before she said it, but I wanted to hear it.
“Yes.” She looked to the side.
I chuckled, stepping closer to her and hooking my fingers under her chin, guiding her gaze to mine. “Yes, what? You’ll need to be more specific.”
“I want you to fuck me.” Erin was breathless, and I knew without needing to slip my hand between her legs that she was going to be soaked. “Please?”
I ran my finger along the hem of her skirt before I gripped it and pulled it up over her hips. I turned her around, running my hand along her back and folding her over the counter. She wiggled her hips, giving me a glance at her lace covered pussy. I slid my fingers between the fabric and her soft skin, pulling her panties to the side, and she glistened. Exactly as I expected.
“I don’t have a condom,” I said gruffly, realizing that unless Liz had one hidden somewhere, I hadn’t used a condom in several years. They hadn’t ever been necessary.
Erin shrugged. “I’m on the pill.”
A feral energy warmed my core. Stroking my cock, I stepped up behind her. I used my foot to nudge hers, encouraging her to spread her legs farther apart. “You have such a pretty little cunt, Erin.” I ran my finger along the slit, gathering her arousal and spreading it over her clit. Her hips jerked backwards, silently begging for more. “I’m going to enjoy destroying it,” I added, dropping my voice to a whisper.
She whimpered when I slipped a single finger into her, swirling it and pressing my thumb against her clit. Erin looked over her shoulder and pushed back with her ass. I smirked, removing my hand and replacing it with the head of my cock.
When she tried to rock back again, I gripped her hips, holding her in place. She whined when I lined up at her entrance. The heat from her arousal made my cock twitch, and I was desperate to sink myself inside of her.
I moved slowly, the crown stretching her open and pulling a sweet moan from her lips. She tightened around me when I was fully seated inside her. I stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to my size before I pulled back out and thrust into her again.
“Oh god!” she cried out.
Picking up my pace, I fucked her over the same counter her sister made coffee at this morning. Even when Erin fell forward, half resting her weight on the barstool under the countertop, I didn’t ease up. The sound of her moans and heavy breathing mixed with skin clapping together filled the kitchen.
Weaving my hand back into her hair, I tugged. She arched her back as far as she could, and I drove into her deeper. “Do you like that?” I asked when her pussy rippled around me and her legs shook.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Your cock is just as amazing as I imagined it would be!” I grinned, realizing she’d thought about fucking me before. How often had she pictured it?
Erin gasped for air between guttural moans. When she crashed into her peak, wave after wave of her orgasm coursed through her. Intense pleasure coiled in my core, winding towards my release, and the muscles in my thighs tightened.
“You feel so good when you fall apart for me.” I groaned before I slammed into her again and pumped warm spurts of my release inside her. “Do you like knowing that when you see your sister later, you’ll be full of my cum?”
“I love it.” She sighed when I pulled out. Erin stood up straight, turning towards me. Her cheeks were as flushed as they had been when she dropped to her knees, but now there was a light sheen on her skin. Then she looked at me with a sinister smile. “Let’s do it again.”
She pressed her thighs together, but before I could consider it, her phone buzzed on the counter. Erin’s face paled with realization, and she stammered, “Shit. Oh shit.” She quickly tugged her dress back past her hips, and the panic she felt radiated off her in waves. “Maybe we shouldn’t have done this.”
I shrugged. “But we did.”
“I need to go.” She grabbed her phone and purse, spinning in a circle to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Then she half ran, half skipped to the door. “Bye, Jacob. Sorry about you and Liz,” she said, wincing before she opened it.
“I’m not.” I stared at her while she left, not turning away until the door closed behind her. I didn’t tell her goodbye before it latched.
I can handle a lot of things, Jacob.